November New Hope Crossover: Part 3 of 4

On the way over to our dorm, I give Eyal a quick brief about Ashley and his charming personality towards strangers. I already know he’s going to say something stupid about Eyal’s accent ‘cause the boy can’t help himself. Ash can be a handful to most of us but I’m actually concerned he’ll be overly offensive to someone as well-spoken as Eyal is. Oh well, can’t protect him from himself. That just makes it worse. Honestly, I’d hate to guess how many meaningful people he’s driven away just from saying some dumb shit five seconds into the conversation.

Lately, he’s insisted on screening every new applicant we get for the swim team after binging that Wet ‘n Wild web series. Apparently he’s convinced that meeting someone at swim practice is the perfect setup for a porno and he’s always ready to live his best life.

I open the door quietly, praying to God that Ash doesn’t have his barbeque sauce out again. I swear my fleshlight still smells like the only meat its had in it was baby back ribs.

“Nice place, mate.” Eyal’s eyes pan the room. “I don’t see your roommate anywhere.”

“No. Which is actually a surprise.”

I walk over and open up the drawer where Ash keeps all his medication. Two doses are missing. Least he took his meds. He’s getting better at that.

“Looks like he’s gone for the day,” I say, closing the drawer.

“So do you actually have a roommate or did you bring me over here just to fuck?”

“Whoa! Wait--” I chuckle loudly, realizing what pieces are being put together.”

“Guess you guys do “tryouts” differently here.” He smiles.

“Oh, no. Bro, that’s not why I brought you here. I promise I got a roommate and he really is the swim captain. He’s just unusually gone-- and trust me, you don’t want to ask questions about that.”

“You said he’s not coming back anytime soon, right?” Eyal’s eyebrow twitches.

“Nah. He’s gone.” I don't give anymore information because I'm always protective about that personal side of Ashley that he trusts me with.

“Well, if you think he’s not coming back… I’m still up for that ‘tryout’ that you may or may not have brought me here for.” His hand reaches down and adjusts the front of his pants, his hands tracing around a thick outline.

I stare at him, mouth hanging open before something deep down inside of me growls and I realize how busy I’ve been with school. How much stress I have saved up and how long it’s been since I had a mindless hookup and just let myself go primal. My own dick swells, pushing out the front of my shorts.

“Maybe it’s a little hot in here.” I whisper, trying to sound smooth but accidentally with a little too much roleplay.”I run my hand along my shaft, wrapping the mesh around myself. I’m really glad he waited until we got in the room to say something fucking sexy ‘cause I didn’t put underwear on when I got out of the pool.

Eyal doesn’t blink. “It definitely is, mate. Far too warm for all these clothes.” He strips off his shirt, revealing onyx toned skin. Oof, these fucking dark boys get me. I drop my gym shorts and peel off my tank. I’m naked in two seconds and I don’t even care until I look up and see him. His semi hard dick grows slowly, jutting out from a thin nest of trimmed dark hair.

He steps towards me. “I’m liking this tryout process at this school so far. Taste test?”

“Sounds like a good place to start.” Dirty talk is so fucking stupid when you think about the dumb shit you say afterwards. He pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top. I grab his thighs and squeeze them tightly. He’s muscular. His thick dark dick bounces on my chest as he inches forward towards my mouth. He nods at me, smiling. His eyes  melt me right before he shoves his dick right in my mouth.

I absently reach around him and tug myself as this dude with the beautiful voice starts to fuck my face. I can feel him getting bigger with every thrust.