Hooked up with my crush before graduation [m/m]

EDIT: Link to Part 2

I just graduated from college last week. There was a guy I ran into a few days before everyone left campus… I can't stop thinking about how nice it was. I've been into him since I met him sophomore year, which made it special. So, here's a little description. Let me know if I should write more/if you have any suggestions!

It was a while before our hands even met. We were both being bashful, sitting on his bed and talking as if things were completely normal. His brown hair reflected the warm glow of the lamp on the bedside. There were no other lights, just the one lamp casting shadows around his room. We’d spoken at the party for at least an hour, and by now we’d been chatting here for just as long. This seemed to be going on and on, but neither of us minded because it was marked by sincerity. When the conversation paused, we smiled again and tried to hold eye contact. Earlier that night, he hadn’t been able to maintain it more than a few seconds without breaking into a mess of smiles. But now we were alone together, so the space had to be filled. His brown eyes matched his hair just like my own. Yet it occurred to me that I could never replicate the way he looked- attractive and fit beyond comparison. It made me confident that he liked me, that he had invited me back home. By now we were too tender to be forward, but still too trusting to have any doubts. So I took his hand. He kept smiling. His fingers were soft and thin, a little longer than my own. Their light grip ran the length of my hand, like he was holding a pen or a brush.

Before I could think of something funny to say, anything to keep his smile half going, he kissed me in a rush. Just the surprise was enough to press me back half an inch, but I pushed with my core to lean back into him. The kiss crested as we both smiled, then it broke before swelling up again. I turned to match his lips and brought my other hand to his cheek. In one motion I felt the texture of his short stubble, then the soft reaches of his hair. I grabbed onto the back of his neck, trying to bring him even closer than we already were. There was a natural rhythm that somehow didn’t need any correcting. We went up and down together, taking a short pause just to exhale softly onto each other's necks. I turned to find his lips again. The fleeting feeling of our cheeks touching inspired a new spark. Then he pushed me back slowly, giving only the slightest tense to show he wanted me to lie down. We kept kissing as he propped himself up above me, both of my hands now in his short hair.

I reached behind his back and slipped my hand underneath his shirt. He reacted by kissing me even harder while arching his back to press his skin against my hand. I took the hint and pulled up his shirt. He had a little hair above his waist line, and just a touch on his chest. It hit me how shocked my friends would be when I told them who I hooked up with- not to brag, but everyone knew how attractive he was. After Sunday, he and I would most likely never see each other again. What did that make me? Did he like me, or was I just someone to sleep with before our class scattered into the future? Thankfully, these thoughts jumped out of my mind when I realized how hard he was, after he pressed against me once more. He pulled my arms to his waist then reached behind me to take my shirt off as well. He was skinny and lithe, and after he tossed my shirt aside his thrusts started to match the rhythm of our kisses. When he leaned down at the bottom of each movement, the feeling of our chests together was lovely, like we were sharing some secret warmth.

Slowly, my hand found its way to his waste, where his bulge felt even stronger than before. Just that sensation was enough to bring me to attention as well. He paused and looked at me before smiling; a little more mischievous than before. I rolled him over to the other side of the bed before going to work on the button of his shorts. He did the same to my jeans, which took a little longer to kick off. Most of our clothes now on the floor, I switched positions and got on top of him. I'd been dating a girl for a couple years, so it had been a while since I'd even kissed a guy. Thankfully, the basic idea is the same with both. I teased him over his briefs a little with my hand, then with my mouth. He was clearly a little longer than me, but not as thick. He twisted a little in anticipation before losing patience and taking his briefs off himself. Since he seemed eager, I swallowed him in one go without warning, taking in as much as I could. He gasped just a little… it was so cute, I would have smiled if my lips hadn't been so busy.

There's more to tell, but I don't want to write it if nobody's going to read it. So let me know if you enjoyed and maybe I'll press on!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/37ssan/hooked_up_with_my_crush_before_graduation_mm