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*Summer*
Stiles Stilinski is a typical teenager about to leave his home town to go to school in Texas. A California native, he’s leaving the state to go to college after A&M offered him a full ride. He had made some good friends at home, but none of them had dreams outside of Beacon Hills, he longed for something more.
A month before the start of the semester he received an email from the school informing him there was an error processing his housing application, something about a misspelling in his forename. For a day Stiles panicked and was on the phone nonstop with the Residential Life office trying to sort out the problem. They said they would do everything they could, and that he would be placed on several waiting lists. The next day brought another email asking if he would be OK rooming with an upperclassman, He replied within seconds telling them he didn't care if he roomed with a janitor. One final email came in telling the boy to not worry anymore, along with housing information. After that Stiles let out a huge sigh of relief and actually got to rest and enjoy his final days of summer in Beacon Hills.
*Move in day*
Move in day finally arrived. Stiles and his Dad woke up hours before the sun rose and hit the road after a quick morning shower. Stiles went back to sleep for an hour in the car, pillow and his face both pressed against the coldness of the window. The sun was coming out now and hitting Stiles in the eyes.
“Now you promise me you’ll stay out of trouble,”said the sheriff to his yawning, half asleep son. “Because I have no problem taking a day off work and hauling your ass back here if I need to.”
“I’m going to play it safe and plead the fifth on this one,” Stiles replied as he gave his dad a wide smile with closed sleepy eyes. he reached for the coffee that was now cold and mustered up some courage to take a gulp. “But seriously dad, I’ll be fine. I promise not to do anything dangerous, get kicked out, or get someone pregnant.”
He felt bad right after saying that last part. Stiles knew hew was gay, he’d known it since middle school when the boys started catching his eye more than any of the girls. He’d just gotten too good at lying to everyone about it. Still, he knew he would have to tell his dad one day, just not today. This is part of the reason why Stiles had chosen a school out of state, he would be able to find himself away from everyone he knew.
The rest of the car ride was pleasant. Stiles and his dad shared some of their favorite stories and talked about the classes Stiles was planning on taking. They finally made it to campus. They drove slowly past the dorms, cautious with the slew of students carrying beds, sofas, and boxes. Stiles’s eyes were wide with awe, the buildings, the students, the promise of a new exciting life.
After passing the dorms they drove a bit more to get to the Residential Life building where Stiles would pick up his keys. Almost immediately after parking the sheriff got a call. Stiles let him take his call while he went to find one of the students assisting with move in day. He showed them his state ID and they provided him his keys and school ID. They also informed him that only freshmen were moving in today for orientation week, that his housemates should get there sometime next weekend. He signed a few papers and took his key and ID card and made his way back to his car.
“Hey kiddo, I’ve got some bad news,” said the Sheriff, putting away his phone. “That was one of my deputies. His kid’s been missing since late last night.”
“Oh man, anyone I know?” Stiles asked
“Well he’s in your school year, but I doubt you knew him. Kid’s a total introvert… Even more so that you.” He said, while giving Stiles a concerned look. “He doesn't normally go out at night, which is why his dad is so worried. And no sign of his car at his normal hangouts.”
“So I’m guessing they’ll be needing you,” said Stiles, lowering his gaze, realizing his dad would be gone sooner than expected.
“Yeah, they’ll need me to get a search party together.” His dad replied, while getting some of Stiles’s stuff out of the car. “I’ll have to get going.”
They finished getting the last of the things into the house. A quick goodbye, and he was gone.
Stiles was sad, but knew the liberating feeling of independence would soon hit him. He went back into his house. It was a senior suite, 3 rooms for 4 people, a kitchen, one bathroom, and a living room. There were nametags on each of the doors, his name was on the door of a double, the other name on the door was ‘Derek Hale’. The room was your standard college room, a desk, bed and mattress, waste bin, and a desk lamp. Stiles decided to take the bed by the window and started unpacking.
The first day of orientation was long and dull, the gist of it was do your work on time, and don’t party too hard. Yea, right Stiles said to himself as he left the auditorium and made his way home. When Stiles got to his street he was taken by surprise to see that his house mates were in the process of moving in. One of the guys greeted him at the door.
“Hey buddy, you must be Stiles,” He said as he extended his arm foreword for a handshake.
“I’m Derek. It’s nice to meet you” he added. The boys shook hands and Derek noticed the confused expression on Stiles’s face.
“Oh, you must be wondering what we’re doing here ahead of schedule” Derek said, making room for the two other guys to come meet the freshman.
“Yea, I was told upperclassmen weren’t moving in for another couple of days.” Stiles said, trying to keep his cool, making his voice a decibel lower.
“That’s true, but sports teams get to move in early to start practicing.”
“Oh you guys are on a team?”
Derek smiled and replied, “You’re looking at the best players on the Varsity baseball team.”
A million thoughts rushed through Stiles’s head. From how lucky I was to be living with smoking hot jocks to how fucked I was if they didn't want a freshman living with them cramping their style.
Time passed, classes started, and Stiles’s worries subsided. All of the guys were welcoming and friendly. Living in the house alongside Stiles and Derek was Scott, another senior on the Varsity baseball team with tanned skin and deep brown eyes. He was the wildest out of the three and loved to drink and be loud and borderline obnoxious. Derek would fight him and calm him back down when he got too out of hand. And then there was Jackson, a handsome… I mean really handsome Senior who was Derek’s right hand man and a guy who spent most his time either in the gym or at home hanging out. Stiles’s wasn't sure how he pulled his straight As but he did it somehow.
The guys always invited Stiles to tag along to parties or to go into town. Stiles often declined the invitations to go to their parties, sometimes because he knew he would feel awkward at a party with only team members, and other times to uphold his promise he made to his dad. He would instead opt to stay in and do work or watch porn.
Derek made extra efforts to make Stiles feel at ease and welcomed.
“You ever wonder why they placed you to live with me?” Derek asked one afternoon while sharing a beer with Stiles on their porch. “Or even care where I’m from?” He asked flashing Stiles a mischievous grin.
“I assume it’s because you have the worst luck out of the entire Senior class” Stiles said, sipping his beer. “That Res-Life forced you to share your room.”
“Well, Res Life did reach out to me, but for a reason. Not at random.” He paused to allow a look of confusion to grow on the younger man’s face. “I’m from Beacon Hills too.” Derek finally let out. “And they thought it might be easier to just live with someone from the same town.”
They talked on for another hour about growing up in Beacon Hills and about how it was weird they never saw each other around town. The pairing was working. Stiles was adjusting well. But he was beginning to develop feelings for Derek, a weird mix of admiration, adoration, and lust. The young boy didn't want these coming to the surface. Derek was an older, hot, confident jock. And Stiles found it impossible to not think about him at all times.
Derek, Scott, and Jackson were all in great shape and always wore clothes that showcased their muscled bodies. Texas weather also encouraged less clothing, especially around the house. Stiles liked to hang out in the living room and watch them lounge. Derek was built solid, he was the tallest at 6’, olive skinned with light brown hair. He had bulging arms, big pecs, and a six pack, all of which was lightly covered by black scruffy hair. He always had a decent amount of scruff on his face which Stiles found himself often wondering how it would feel to kiss him. Jackson was a little shorter than Derek and slightly leaner but still had nice biceps and was ripped. He had pale skin and straight brown hair he always styled to look preppy and composed. Finally there was Scott, who had a similar build shape to that of Jacksons, although with a darker skin tone. He had strong meaty legs with some hair on them. Stiles was in heaven. On warmer days they wore nothing but gym shorts which made them look like modern day Greek gods.
Stiles loved the nights as well. The guys had morning practice so they would all go to bed at around midnight. Stiles was a night owl so he got most of his work done at night in his room. When the nights began to get warmer Derek began going to bed with nothing but boxers on. The hot nights would make him toss his covers aside in his sleep. Stiles was always tempted to look but was always worried Derek would catch him looking.
Stiles got excited when he noticed that Derek snores while in deep sleep. The light from his desk lamp was enough to light up the room enough for Stiles to clearly see him on his bed.
Derek slept like a real stud. Flat on his back, big powerful arms at his side, and his legs wide enough apart that they let a little breeze through his boxers. Stiles loved when Derek slept without his covers because he was able to see that the stud actually got boners while he slept. Derek wore boxers without the button on the fly and so it gave the younger man a clear view to the jock’s cock. In his sleep Derek never got fully hard, but from what Stiles could see he was around 8 inches long and really thick. He was also uncircumcised and he had a lot of foreskin which made Stiles drool.
On weekend nights Derek would go out to party and often picked up chicks. He would bring them back to the room and would give Stiles a heads up in advance so he would leave the room open for him. On those nights Stiles would sleep in the living room, which wasn’t too bad because they had a large comfortable couch.
But Stiles’s favorite nights were those in which Derek would go out with Scott the whole night. He would come back to the room at around 3 in the morning, undress and knock out on his bed. His snoring on these nights was much louder and on one of these nights Stiles got up the courage to do something a bit risky. He slowly got out of bed and went over to the room door to lock it. He turned on his desk light and moved it to point against the wall to make sure none of the light would disturb and wake up Derek.
As Stiles stepped closer to the snoring jock’s bed he was able to smell the thick smell of beer coming from the jock’s mouth. Looking at his massive naked body in the dim light got the boy hard almost instantly. Stiles noticed the tent in Derek’s boxers again, and after moments of building up courage he reached through the fly and grabbed his semi-hard jock cock. It was very warm and just a little moist because of the hot summer night. The boy slowly began to jerk him through the fly, carefully paying attention to his rhythmic snoring and to any other signs the jock might wake up. Finally Stiles slowly pulled his cock out through the fly and let it pulse in the dim light. It was the finest piece of meat Stiles had seen, of course most of the cocks he had seen were through a computer screen. The boy let go of it and just stared at it, watching how the throbbing would slowly pull back the foreskin a little. Even all the way hard now his cockhead was still covered by a good amount of foreskin. The tip of his cockhead had a steady stream of precum coming out. Derek’s snoring remained loud and steady so the boy decided to taste him.
The young boy’s heart was racing, his palms moist from the mix of fear and arousal. Stiles slowly leaned forward and licked the drop of precum that was just coming out of his cock. He savored the taste, and his mind began to race. He was actually tasting the seed of a college stud. The boy started to circle the stud's cockhead with his tongue, savoring his taste with each lick.
Using his tongue he slowly pushed back his foreskin until he finally had the jock’s whole cockhead in my mouth. Stiles slowly began to suckle a steady stream of pre-cum out of the hunk. Out of nowhere the boy felt the stud’s hand grab his head and forced it onto his cock. He shoved what felt like at least 8 solid inches of his manhood down the boys throat.
He murmured, “yeah bitch, take it.”
Stiles panicked and quickly lifted his head allowing himself to breathe. He quickly backed away from the stud and was worried he was going to get beaten to a bloody pulp right there and then. But then he noticed that not only was Derek not getting up, but his snoring continued.
“He was still asleep” Stiles whispered to himself with a look of fear and relief on his face.
He was safe, for now. The boy decided it would be far to risky to proceed, so he turned off his light, climbed into bed and jacked himself off as he savored the jock’s taste in his mouth and looked over at his glistening, throbbing cock in the moonlight.
*A few hours later*
Derek woke up after a rough night out with Scott, it was 6 in the morning and the sun was barely coming out. He looked down to see his morning wood, fully hard and throbbing. The full moon was getting closer, it always had this effect on him. He turned to Stiles’s bed where the boy was blissfully sleeping, a light snore coming from his mouth. He looked at Stiles’s thin sweet lips as he finished jacking himself off. In a couple of minutes he was bucking his hips and grunting as he shot his thick load all over his abs.
End of Chapter 1