A Hole in Him

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Please be informed – this is a ROMANCE story, not just a sex smut!

Full list of story tags:

gay college, gay roommates, bully, first time gay, first time gay anal, first time blow job, double bent, reluctance, forced proximity, friends-to-enemies, enemies-to-lovers, blackmail, extortion, love, romance, boyfriends, twink, Hulk, big muscles, crude face, big dick, athlete, rimming, hole obsession, hole worship, nice ass, prostate orgasm, orgasm untouched, intense sex scene, chemistry between MCs.

Warning:

The story has elements of forced sexual closeness. It is a standalone story.

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I can pinpoint the exact moment when I fell in love with Finley’s hole and quite possibly with Finley himself.

We were both freshman roommates, majoring in Computer Science.

From the beginning we got on well, and we really liked to spend time in each other’s company. We both played the same games online, watched the same TV series, and were even rooting for the same baseball team.

I wasn’t in the best spot in my life when I came to campus. I felt empty and unhappy but soon our growing friendship helped me pull myself together, and I truly started to enjoy my college days. For the first time in my life I had a person whom I could call a real friend.

Finley was from a small town, and he came here with his girlfriend. Ellie was a shy looking girl that had trouble finding herself in a big city and being on a big-city campus was overwhelming for her. Finley (and I!) were helping her even though we were new here as well. I was from a medium-sized city, so I felt a bit more at ease in a big city, but still, it was a far cry from what I was familiar with.

So, our trio were kind of helping each other get used to a new student life.

Finley was a medium-tall guy standing 5’10” and, to be honest, rather inconspicuous looking.

Just one of many average kids on campus. He was very slender, almost scrawny. Not a muscle on his thin body. He had longish hair of undefined color, maybe mousy-brown, maybe chestnut, maybe dark ashen, that fell on his shoulders in straight, soft strands. His eyes – always hidden behind big wire-rimmed glasses – were exactly the same as hair – undefined. Every so often they seemed dark gray, sometimes brown-gray, and in the intense sun, they even could be even light hazel.

He was the epitome of an ordinary, almost boring looking guy.

I, personally, thought he had pleasant facial features; full lips and elegant – slightly aquiline nose with some freckles on it, and these funny brown eyelashes, long but not curling up, going straight down – kind of like cows have.

For most of the people he was just a plain, mediocre looking runt.

Ellie however… was something different.

Despite her shy behavior, she had quite a look to her. A small brunette, with big dark brown eyes, red lips and perfect golden skin. I would catch some students glancing at her and Finely definitely noticed that too. It was stressing him beyond belief. My roommate was truly head over heels for her.

I had a weird feeling their relationship wouldn’t last long. One day, I noticed that Ellie was darting at me kind of… secretive, subtle gazes, as if she wanted me to respond somehow to this obvious invitation to flirt, but I rejected it, because of my loyalty to Finley, who was a really cool and good friend.

Besides that, as far as my sexuality, I was in a rather gray area.

Probably straight, but open-minded. I had two girlfriends in high school, but I also, from time to time, exchanged handies with one of my gay friends, and, well… I wasn’t sure if I wanted to chase the girls on campus or maybe try experimenting with guys after all?

However, we had so little time to do anything else, we both wanted to have good grades, so I decided to leave that decision for later and to focus on studying.

Finley and I spent almost all of our time together as roommates and students with the same major. We were inseparable to the point that some people actually thought we were dating. Finley always corrected them, and as for me – I was only laughing and answering with a wink: “Maybe, maybe, who knows…”.

He would glower at me with irritation, but I’d only been smirking, so people continued to call our relationship a “bromance”. Maybe they saw upfront something special that we were failing to see?

We truly seemed to be a perfect match, understanding each other without unnecessary words exchanged.

One day during November I managed to persuade Finley to join the gym with me. I wanted to be with him even more often… Weird? He was mostly jogging and doing other cardio workouts as I was focusing more on bench pressing and deadlifts.

In high school I played football, and I was massive in posture with my 6’6” and 280 pounds of weight and bulging muscles, which almost seemed to grow on me with little or no effort, even during my teenage years. I was never ankara travesti called handsome with my crude facial features, but I was called “Hulk” – and it had to be enough for my self-confidence. Anyway, I never cared about being a pretty-boy. I was content with being admired only for my sheer muscle mass.

So, as I liked to keep in shape, I worked on convincing Finley, and he soon agreed to accompany me to the gym. However, I had to pay for him as he was from a poor family and was here on a scholarship. I didn’t mind helping him, as my parents were well-off, and I just wanted to have him around me pretty much… all the time.

I sometimes noticed, while going alone to the library or shopping, that I was stupidly looking around and kind of wishing he was with me. He had this calm kind personality which perfectly complemented my more intense, blunt and straightforward attitude. People called me rude all the time, even unceremonious, but have I ever cared?

I wasn’t like that toward Finley, that’s for sure.

Everything changed between us around late January.

We were in the gym and after the workout we noticed that the showers with stalls were all occupied. We had only open showers available and Finley was in a hurry to go to our dorm as Ellie was about to come visit.

“Dammit, I’m going to the open shower area,” he murmured and took his towel, with a rather uneasy grimace. I shrugged and joined him. I had no problem whatsoever with showing my body.

So, for the first time I saw him fully naked that day.

He was still slim, yes, that much I already knew, yet his whole frame seemed to me weirdly pleasant to look at. He was slender as a ballet dancer, with long shapely legs, but the gym training helped him a bit. Some lean muscles were showing, he now had pleasant abs, but especially his ass cheeks were surprisingly protruding, jutting out like white round globes. The time spent on machines designed to train glutes was obviously… well spent. His pelvis seemed to be tilted back a little – a nice lordosis look, almost as if he wanted to show his buttocks even more, sticking them out for me to admire.

His body presented itself… beautifully, almost graceful.

I kinda gaped at him, feeling my treacherous dick swelling slightly between my legs.

He noticed my gaze and he turned his head to ask:

“What?”

His gaze – for the shortest moment – went down, and up again, reaching my eyes. I knew he saw my dick but probably could not determine if it was always like that – pretty thick… or was I aroused? I was big there anyway. And in theory – I could be more of a shower than a grower, right?

It was my alibi anyway.

“Nothing. I just noticed you had some muscles on you – finally. Gym helped!” I blurted out.

Finley reddened and murmured: “Thanks.”

He looked aside, but first, he darted one last gaze at my dick. Well, did he like how massive it looked? Finley was blushing, that much was obvious.

So, he managed to go back to showering, but I still had trouble tearing my eyes off him. I knew he felt it but he said nothing. Maybe he suspected I was admiring the effects of my…. uhm… financial help? It was me who sponsored his gym membership, after all.

And then two things happened.

Simultaneously.

I noticed something on my foot. It looked like a detached shampoo label.

I crouched down to peel it off my foot.

And at the same time… his shower gel fell to the floor.

He bent to pick it up, and I raised my eyes, just randomly – expecting nothing, really.

But there was something there. I saw it for the first time.

His tight, pink, beautiful, perfect hole.

It was a thing of rare beauty!

It looked like a small star or maybe flower petal – the pink color of it a pretty hue, the skin delicate and smooth. It was sitting there like a precious jewel. On top of that – Finley had no hair around there, which was pretty surprising for an adult guy.

I fixed my eyes on his ass, hypnotized, and I just could not look away.

He noticed that, of course, as I was still on the floor, in an almost worshiping position, still hopelessly staring at this prettiest pink rosebud hidden like a treasure between his white, smooth ass cheeks.

“What are you doing?!” he hissed, turning his front to me, but soon realized his mistake as I was now on the same level with his pink flaccid dick hanging over his balls. It was also pretty, although rather small, unless he was a grower. I didn’t mind either way. He covered it with his hands.

“Why do you stare, it’s uncool!” he snapped, looking red and angry.

“Sorry, I was… I just…” I didn’t know what to say, but I was always pretty bad at lying.

“I just saw your hole.”

He was now enraged, his face almost crimson. “So what? You must be so fucking sick to even mention that!”

I had never seen such an intense reaction from him. Finley looked so pissed off and what I said next didn’t help: “Sorry! But it was so fucking pretty! I never ankara travestileri thought an anus could even look beautiful like that.”

He opened his mouth in a true shock.

I was in shock also – how could I say something like that to anyone?

It was crazy. Total madness.

I quickly raised up on my feet, realizing a bit too late I had a rather obvious semi. I covered my groin with my hand and murmured:

“I’m sorry, Finley. I really am. It was such a fucking… stupid thing to say. I apologize…”

After that, I turned around and marched out of the showers, still half covered with shower gel foam.

I got dressed and stormed out of the gym, going back to our room to study, as we had a test scheduled on Monday. After that, I kind of curled up on my bed, cursing under my breath. How could I do such an idiotic thing?

His friendship was so important to me and I had endangered it. I really didn’t understand what had even happened: For a moment, I was like a man possessed – looking at his perfect entrance.

Soon Finley came into the room.

He didn’t speak, there was total silence. I pretended to be browsing something on my cell phone.

About fifteen minutes later Ellie knocked. She came in – babbling about some drawing course she was dreaming of taking. Finley’s responses were monosyllabic. He avoided my gaze.

Soon enough they went out to get something to eat, and I was happily left alone with my self-pity and brooding, angry at myself, afraid I had destroyed my friendship with Finley forever.

And…

… it looked like that for the next few days!

The difference was so shocking! He showed no sign of forgiving me. We barely spoke.

We were still going to lectures together, but he didn’t go to the gym with me the next time I went. I didn’t even ask, I knew what his response would likely be.

We would have even stopped going to the cafeteria together – if not for Ellie. She obviously didn’t know that we had … a situation, evidently Finley didn’t tell her. So, she continued inviting me to eat with them, but the small-talk was pretty weird. One-sided. Ellie was the one getting the conversation going. He and I were both lost deep in our thoughts.

This particular day we were together in the cafeteria and Ellie just didn’t shut up about the drawing course.

With an annoyed voice Finley said:

“I don’t have money, Ellie. I can’t help you with that!”

I could see anger and disappointment on her cute face.

She pouted. “Okay, fine. I’ll borrow it from Jonas.”

There was a deafening silence between us. Finley’s face went pale and he didn’t say a single word. We finished the meal and nobody seemingly wanted to continue the conversation.

When we were back in our room I decided to break the weird situation between us, embracing the perfect opportunity.

“Listen, I can give you the money Finley. For Ellie’s drawing course.”

Finley raised his head over his books, as if in shock that I could still talk.

And even more – that I would dare to speak to him again?

“What?”

“You heard me all right. I can give you the money.”

His eyes behind glasses were big. I could see the wave of anger, then… the reason came to the surface. He was actually considering my proposition!

“You would do that?”

“Yep, not as a loan. Just… I would give you the money.”

He pursed his lips and looked aside.

“And why would you do that? It hasn’t exactly been the best two weeks between us.”

“Yes, well. I won’t do it for free, however.” I made an ugly grimace.

He froze, and blinked, as if he already knew.

“What… do you want in return?”

“The money is for the first month of the drawing course, yes? I’ll pay for one entire month. And for one month you will let me admire your hole, maybe even touch it.”

His face was now slowly reddening, as if some tornado of emotions was approaching.

He slowly stood up, fists clenched.

“You are sick and disgusting, Royal! It’s blackmail! I hate you! I hate you so fucking much!”

And he jumped toward the door, and stormed out of the room.

Wow. Pretty intense. Yep.

So, that was it.

I knew I was extremely rude. I felt like I was a high-schooler again and my bully past was catching up with me. It was a son-of-the-bitch move.

Green Hulk was replaced by a villain – Red Hulk.

So, why the hell did I do it? To be honest, I was so down, I had lost my sense of rationality. Our friendship seemed to be beyond repair from what I could gather. So, maybe I could salvage something no matter how selfish and stupid it sounded? The scraps from his table…

I was pathetic, that’s for sure.

Finley didn’t return to our room until it was very late. I was pretending I was sleeping and he went to bed.

Hearing his quiet breathing in the darkness of the room I realized, I truly dug a grave for our friendship that day. I wanted to sob, actually, because… I adored him so much. I truly did. But travesti ankara I made this one mistake that could not be erased, and felt like a convict on the electric chair. No point of return. Only deeper… into the bottomless darkness, to put it poetically.

I felt almost sick to the bone, but on the other hand… I kind of felt free, as I lost all my hope.

In my depressed state I even feared that if there was nothing to salvage anymore, we would probably now become enemies.

Lying in the dark, and watching his silhouette curled up on the other bed, I was delving into my memories. I tried so hard to escape from what I was, what I had been, but somehow… I couldn’t.

As long as I could remember, my parents were crazy focused on their careers.

I was left alone with always-bored babysitters, put into the corner with my anger and grief. When I was six, my grandma came to live with us and it was a blast. She was a warm and caring person who gave me her full attention – for the first fucking time. But my happiness didn’t last. It was mercilessly taken from me. And a fucking hole opened in my heart – after my grandma died when I was at the fragile age of nine.

And the hole NEVER really closed.

I didn’t cry, weirdly enough.

But I started to act out, and… bully people.

In primary school.

In middle school.

And in high school.

And I was always this big son-of-the-bitch!

Always taller and more massive than other kids. I was called Hulk as early as thirteen.

Kids were scared of me. And I liked it. I enjoyed it. I preyed on it!

Empty inside, I was filling up with messing with other people and having their emotions directed toward me. So they noticed me. Because my parents never did. I was left totally alone in our mansion for many days in a row, ordering myself pizzas, playing video games, and doing my own laundry.

My parents were called to the principal’s office countless times because the parents of bullied kids complained. So, my father started to donate money to the school.

And I was left alone – again! I never had a conversation with them about this problem! They didn’t care.

My bullying went untamed. My weird cry for help, unnoticed, not understood.

So, I rebelled, but forgot what the rebellion was about. I revolted, but the revolution was too vague to have a purpose. I was broken, and I didn’t know what it even meant to be a whole person.

One day, in high school, I realized nobody was coming to help me.

I noticed that my pattern of bad behavior and attention seeking was not getting the desired result. I was looking for good attention – love and understanding. I was only receiving the bad kind; anger, fear and disappointment.

And then miraculously – I stopped. One day, I decided to halt all my bullying after seeing the panic and fear in one of my classmate’s eyes as I approached him just to innocently say hello. It hit me, and woke me up – in a subtle, yet powerful way. I had done it as my own decision – which made me ever prouder.

The change began. I focused on my studies and got into a good college.

And then I met Finley.

I walked into our room the first day of college with a stormy face, prepared for… even more bad things. But not for his gentle smile and his hand reaching out to me in a friendly gesture.

Finley.

Who didn’t know my past.

Who looked at me without fear.

Who liked me because he just had this pure, kind heart.

Shy, gentle Finley, who knew nothing about what an asshole I was.

Who trusted me. Me, of all people, who didn’t deserve such a thing.

I thought I could finally be healed. I hoped for it.

But now…

… I destroyed the chance for that. I felt lost again. Kicked out from paradise.

The hole inside me opened up again and was even hungrier.

The next morning I woke up – but Finley wasn’t there.

He probably left our room very early.

Going inside the lecture hall I noticed him sitting in a different place than we usually sit. I sighed, shrugged and sat at our regular place. I was too far gone to be saved.

So, I stopped caring. I was the bad guy again. All the ugliness in my head… so sweetly familiar.

Red Hulk was in his old place.

Then Ellie marched into the lecture hall with Jonas by her side – they were talking about something, and she laughed, her eyelashes fluttering. He fixed his eyes on her almost as if he wanted to eat her.

And he was a true stud! Probably the best-looking guy on the campus. Only two inches shorter than me but with a face like a movie star.

So, I glanced at Finley.

He was pale at first but soon became a fiery red. And then pale again… he stood up rather violently pushing his chair back and approached me. He sat next to me with his lips pursed.

“I agree,” he said, his lips tightened.

Something in me was now less hungry. Hulk sated! I swallowed. It tasted sweet, but also…bitter. Why could I no longer enjoy the triumphant moment like I would have enjoyed it a long time ago?

I took my wallet out and gave him the money in silence.

He grabbed it and, as Ellie approached us, he handed her the money.

Her face lit up in a second.

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