Unintended Bonds E9 | Her ex moves me into my dorm

Everyone is over the age of 18

One month after the last story 

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“You move in on the 3rd?”

Carl has a way of texting that can be rather cold. I asked him about it once because I thought he was annoyed at me for something, and he said that texting lingo isn't for him. 

I've gotten accustomed to it, because he's anything but cold when we're together. All summer, we’ve been sneaking around whenever we have a moment. Granted, he had to work on the weekdays and we didn't want to make Janice suspicious so our meetings were spaced out to only the weekends. But still, by now we must have fucked in every room of his house. 

That time he had me on his kitchen island… It was so cold against my back but it made him feel extra warm inside…

That time he bent me over the bathroom counter… and I could watch him fuck me in the mirror…

The numerous times my face was between the two cushions of his couch…

Every single time we put on a movie ended with his dick in my ass. He kept saying that we should go out and do something, but the situation was stronger than the two of us and we just let it happen.

I didn't mind. The movies I can watch again later, and the restaurants aren't going to go away. I wanted to be with the man that took my virginity as much as possible before I moved away for college. 

“Yeah, the 3rd.” A pang of sadness aches in my heart. That's only two days away and we already said our goodbyes for now. He did say he would visit me on campus.

“What did I say about phones at the table?” Janice sighs in exasperation. She's been getting more and more anxious as the summer flew by. 

I flip my phone on the table with an apologetic smile and pick up my fork. 

BzzZzzzZzz. The default ringtone of her phone rings loudly from the kitchen. She runs to pick it up and I silently hold my two hands out at her to mock her hypocrisy. 

She waves me down with a disapproving look. “Hello? Carl! What are you calling for?” 

I sit up straight in my seat and then pretend to eat my dinner while listening attentively. I can’t make out the words but I could hear a hint of his voice from the phone. 

“Oh, we’ll manage. I rented a truck. Oh, you're too sweet!” 

“What?” I mouth at Janice. I double check my phone but Carl hasn’t replied to me yet. 

“Well, it would save us the rental fee…okay, only if you're sure you have the time.” She looks like she's in deep thought. “Okay, thank you so much Carl. We'll see you on Saturday morning.” 

I tried to hide the excitement from showing on my face when I heard those words. It looks like he wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to me either. 

The morning of my move, I got up bright and early. I was excited to see Carl again and I was nervous to move out for the first time of my life. It felt a bit surreal to pack up the rest of my room. I’m leaving a lot behind of course, but it still felt weird to say goodbye to the room I've been in for 18 years. 

When I walked downstairs, Janice had a conflicted look on her face. I figured she was having a hard time letting go of her only close family member, so I gave her a hug. Carl arrived at the same moment. 

“Howdy.” Carl hugs her and gives a wink at me. “Are we ready to hit the road? What's wrong?” He looks at Janice with concern. I can smell his cologne from where I'm standing and it reminds me of how much I’ve missed him.

“Yeah.” Janice fidgets with her phone. “They need someone in the emergency room again. Whatever, they'll have to figure it out.” 

“If you need to go, I'll take care of Evan,” he says, brushing down his silver moustache. 

“Yeah??? But…” She looks back at me. I quickly tell her that it's alright, and it seems to reassure her fears. “I'll come up tomorrow, okay?” 

“It's totally fine,” I tell her again. I want to have another day with Carl alone. He winks from behind her and then picks up a big bag from the door. 

After a few goodbye tears, Carl and I get on the road. My campus is not particularly far from home, but just enough to warrant living away. 

“Are you excited, buddy? I remember my first dorm.” 

“Yeah, I'm excited.” And nervous. I used to dream about making all these new friends on the first day like they do in movies.

“You're going to be fine.” Carl reads my mind. Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he rubs the back of my head with his other hand. We chat until we reach the campus and he parks in front of my building. 

Before I even get out of the car and get a good look at the building, Carl has already taken the bags from the trunk. 

“I can get that,” I say half-heartedly. He smiles wittingly and walks ahead of me to the entrance. I open the door for him and he carries my things to the front. I sign out my key and meet him in front of my room’s door. 

“Not bad.” Carl inspects the room. “Spacious.” He knocks on the side of the closet and opens it. One of the doors only opens half way and there's a little squeak that comes from the hinge. “I can fix that for you.” 

“I think there’s a line that I can call for maintenance.” I look through the pile of papers that the admin handed me. 

“I got it.” Carl pulls out a little screwdriver from his pocket. 

“Do you always have that with you?” I get closer to him to peer at what he's doing. 

“Are you scared?” He chuckles and tightens some of the screws at the hinge. “Here we go.” He tests out the now working perfectly door. Turning around to face me, he smiles at me. 

Wow.

I grip on to the front of his button up shirt as he kisses me. I'm so glad that he's here. I hang on to him as we express our appreciation to one another in the best way we can. 

“Do you want to test if the bed creaks too?” he says in between kisses. I massage his excitement through his pants. It would be the perfect way to inaugurate my first day out of the house. 

But no.

That’s not exactly what I want right now. 

I get down on my knees while keeping eye contact with him. Undoing his belt slowly, I make sure to grope his bulge every couple seconds. 

“I might be a little sweaty from carrying all your stuff,” he warns me. I zip down his pants and shove my face in his crotch. He chuckles. “Let's go to the bed.” 

I pull his briefs down and kiss his hard shaft. “I think I want to just service you today.”

“Service?” He holds the base of the cock so I can lick the tip. “I suppose after I slaved all day for you, it would be fair,” he jokes. 

I put him in my mouth and feel his shaft finish hardening on my tongue. I snake slowly up and down his rod, twisting my head in a predictable manner. 

“Ah Evan, that feels good,” Carl sighs, playing with my hair. I add two direct bobs on him and feel his cock get thicker. “Do you want me to fuck you?” 

“MmmmmMm,” I decline with my mouth full. I deep throat him and try to shove him even deeper by wrapping my arms around his buttcheeks. His hand running through my hair is all the motivation I need. 

I pull with my lips from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, making sure the suction is just the way he likes it. “Oh yeah, buddy. Suck it. Suck it like you mean it.” His hands massage my shoulder and my neck too. 

“Mmmm…” I moan in appreciation. The feeling of him so hard in my mouth is mesmerizing. I love getting fucked by him but serving a good man is another form of intimacy that I often fantasize about. 

“Oh fuck, oh... oh …” Carl reacts to my needy sucking. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?” His shaft swells as he says those words. 

“Mmmhmm,” I hum as I increase the speed. 

Up! 

Down!

Up!

Down!

Up!

“It’s cumming. Don't stop.” His fingers rub my temple while his palms guide me at the right speed. “Yeah, just like that, buddy. You got this.” 

The taste of his precum fuels my desire to please him, and I ignore my tiring jaw to continue the same rhythm. 

Up!

Down!

“Alright, here it comes. Here it comes! MM! Holy smokes! I'm cumming!” 

I hold myself down at his base while his dick does the first couple twitches. His cum splashes in the back of my throat, then I catch back on the rhythm. 

Up!

Down! 

Up!

“Oh geez!” His hands tighten around my head but he doesn't stop me. “Oh! Oh… you're so hungry …” 

Up!

Down!

Carl holds me still and I look up at him. The sensitivity in his face is one of surprise and pleasure. He watches his dick slide out of my mouth and I let him see the cum on my tongue. 

“That's really sexy.” His face turns serious. I sputter his cum onto my lips before I swallow it down. 

“Can you stay for the weekend?” I grab his sensitive cock and he moans at the sensation. I kiss his uncut tip gently while I wait for my answer. 

“How could I say no to this face?” Carl brushes my bangs back.