A Hot Fucking Ass

Trey is on hands and knees. His hard cock drips from his previous ejaculation and Cameron’s load trickles down his thigh. He is sucking Ashton, mouth open, letting him fuck over his tongue to his tonsils. He struggles to hold still for Ashton, for Cameron is hammering his ass again. The sound of it is so loud, impossibly loud, that he knows someone on the dorm floor has to hear it.

But Trey doesn’t care. Let the guys hear their sex. He is so aroused by it he can’t bring himself to worry about what they might say. All he can think about is the sex, of Cameron’s cock and Ashton’s, how he had sucked both until rock hard and ready to fuck. Now he took both of them, feeling the penetration of his body, the mouth and ass. He moaned around Ashton’s cock as Cameron’s moved through his loosened opening sinking deep into his ass. Cameron’s hips bumped his ass with every push inward and pubic hair tickled his nose as Ashton pushed into his mouth.

Suddenly gasping for breath and hole empty of cock, he was being manhandled to roll to his back. He tilted his head back and took Cameron in the mouth, feeling that thick cock rub along his tongue. Hands took his legs and pushed them down until knees pressed into the bed either side of his chest and Ashton’s cock bore into his depths. Their fuck was frenzied, rough, hips smacking against his ass and cock pushing into his throat cutting off his air. The bed protested beneath them, squeaking in its frame, the rocking motion a reflection of their fuck. The steady rhythm of them aligned, and it made everything outside their sphere of influence evaporate, just disappear from existence for as along as they were lost to their fuck.

Cameron pulled back until only the head of his cock was in Trey’s mouth. The cock swelled thicker, then exploded with an eruption of cum. Wad after wad spurt from the cock until it filled his mouth, and he was struggling to swallow it with the cock still in his mouth. Then the hands holding his legs tightened and Ashton’s fuck lost its rhythm, jamming cock into his depths and shuddering and jerking with each push, and Trey knew Ashton was coming too.

 

Trey went to class the next day and struggled to follow each lecture. He was thankful there had been no exam for he would surely have failed. After his last class, there was a small group from one of the more difficult ones, meeting in the library to study. He regretted making the commitment, but knew he needed to go. There was a section he understood, and the others were counting on him to explain it. In turn, he looked for one of them to help him with two concepts he couldn’t follow.

It was nearing six by the time they had covered everything and were leaving the library. Shelly and John came up next to him as they came out on the plaza at the library’s main entrance.

“Hey, we’re going for pizza. Do you want come with us?” asked John.

Trey wanted to get back to the dorm, but knew as soon as he got there, he would have to go to the cafeteria or one of the nearby restaurants for dinner and it would be faster to grab dinner on the way back.

“Sure, let’s go.”

Trey returned to the dorm finding it boisterous, guys running up and down the corridor and loud music coming from Charlie’s room. As he moved down the corridor, he would look into each room with the door open. There was nothing unusual about what he saw, it just seemed more animated, the guys more keyed up. As he passed Cameron and Ashton’s room, he saw the door was shut. He wondered if they were in the room. Maybe they have someone new in there. Another guy who’ll take their fuck. Despite telling himself not to feel that way, he is jealous by the thought of it.

 

Wednesday:

Trey gets back to the dorm after his last class. He ignores the guys wanting him to go outside to throw a football or shoot some hoops. In his room, he sits at his desk trying to focus on the day’s assignments. He has developed the routine of doing them as soon as he gets back to the dorm instead of waiting until the next day. With most of his classes meeting three days a week, it gives him most of Tuesday and Thursday to do as he pleases when he has everything wrapped up the previous day. He never thought he would become so studious but after several days of crossing paths with Cameron and Ashton but no invite to hold up in their room to fuck, he found himself needing the distraction. Between wanting cock and keeping up his assignments he wondered who he had become, or if some part of him was always like this.

He knew the truth, and at times it unnerved him.

It was late when he finished a paper due on Friday, almost ten o’clock. He stretched, arms up then straight out twisting his back. He climbed to his feet realizing he had to eat something because his stomach was growling with hunger pains. Keys and wallet tucked into his jeans, he grabbed up his cellphone and headed out. It was too late for the cafeteria and most restaurants would be closed or would be soon, but he knew the diner over on Hill Street stayed open all night, serving coffee and breakfast to the night owls on campus.

Heading to the elevator, he glanced into Cameron and Ashton’s room. He saw just a glimpse of Ashton going into the bathroom and Cameron laying on his bed with earbuds in listening to music.

What would it take to get them to have sex with me again, he wondered as he pressed the button to summon the elevator. It was maddening. He had not flirted with one girl since getting fucked by Cameron and Ashton, even making an excuse when Emily in his last class asked if he wanted to grab dinner last Friday. It was crazy how he, Christopher Trey Reardon, wanted cock, not pussy. And he wanted it so bad he was beginning to consider going to the gay bar in town, or going online to hook up with someone, or what seemed more desperate to him, going to room 418 and asking the guys to please fuck him.

 

Back in his room, it was after midnight and his roommate was out with some of the guys to hear a band from Atlanta play at the Warehouse. Stripped to his boxers, he sat at his desk looking at gay porn feeling his cock stir as he watched cock fuck ass, sink into hungry mouths, or stroked to release. He flipped to one of the hook-up sites and strolled through the profiles. Some intrigued him, but he couldn’t bring himself to respond. It was too late, and he had no desire to go back out, even to hook up. He went back to the porn site and found a video of a big jock looking guy, one with a build like his own, and the guy was laying across a bed, with a cock in his mouth and ass. He was getting fucked at both ends, and he was a noisy hungry bitch that aroused him to watch.

Trey pushed his boxers down his thighs until they slipped over the knees and down to his ankles. It was risky, for he had no idea when his roommate would return. But he was horny, and the risk seemed to add to it. Maybe he wanted to get caught, wondering if his roommate might be willing if the chance presented itself. He slipped the front of his shirt over his head, scooted forward on the chair and leaned back. With his hand wrapped around his cock, he slowly stroked it, head to base, increasing his arousal until his hand became slick.

He slipped one foot free of the boxers and daringly kicked them off somewhere under his desk. Then he tugged his T-shirt off and sat naked, completely naked, and stroked his cock while wondering if the door was locked. He realized it wasn’t and he just sat there stroking his cock hoping one of the guys would barge in willing to fuck him.

He had been so wound up, so aroused with thoughts of sex, he was soon pumping his hips upward with each eruption from his cock as cum rained down on his chest and stomach. Then he sat still, breathing hard, as his cock slowly became flaccid. He ran his fingers through the cum as he considered how he used to rush to the bathroom to shower it off, but now with its scent filling the room, he watched it become runny and trickle down his stomach while capturing some on his fingers. He raised his fingers to his nose capturing the odd scent, then he licked them clean. He raked his fingers through more of his cum and licked them clean again. Did the other guys do it, taste their own cum? He smiled at the thought of it, Charlie or Ryan or Juan jacking off then eating it.

He climbed to his feet and went to shower off. When his roommate would finally get back to their room, Trey would be sound asleep.

 

Friday:

“Fuck,” Trey uttered to himself as he paced his room. He had been so tempted to go to Cameron and Ashton’s room the night before, but with others stirring about until late and his own fear of being refused caused him to just take a long hot shower where he took his cock in hand and painted the tiled wall with a load.

He looked at the clock seeing it was past nine. Out in the corridor he heard some of the guys talking about going to the Warehouse or End Zones, the sports bar. He was tempted to join in, anything to take his mind off sex, but didn’t feel like socializing with the guys. Just to be around them and none willing (as far as he knew) just made it worse. But he had to do something. He looked out the window into the night settled over the campus deciding to go for a jog. He hadn’t jogged in a few days, and it would do him good. The exertion and just being outside would clear his head. He stripped and slipped on jogging shorts. They were white and their legs so short as to be nonexistent. He felt his cock settle into the pouch and it felt good. The near nakedness of it and looking in the mirror he could see the masculine bulge in the crotch, and it made him feel his sex. The jog would relieve him of his anxiousness, but he knew not expect his horniness to be subdued. He didn’t bother picking up his cellphone or even his keys. He would leave the door unlocked so he didn’t have to carry them.

Strolling down the corridor going around Juan who was making plans with Ryan for the night, he focused on the door to the stairs. He tried not to do it, but movement at room 418 caused him to turn where he saw Cameron standing in the doorway in just a pair of boxers. He looked at the familiar body, picturing it fucking him then he found himself standing in front of Cameron.

“You’re going for a jog now?” asked Cameron with a smirk.

“Yes. I’m a bit wound up, so a jog seems like a good way to unwind.”

Trey wanted to add, since you won’t help me out.

“Where do you jog?”

“Just around campus. You know, doing a full loop around the perimeter.”

“You cut through the park down below the horticulture department?”

“Yes. It adds nearly a half mile to the route, so I’ll do the main trail.”

“Well, enjoy your jog,” said Cameron, stepping back into his room.

“I will,” Trey replied, hearing the sour tone of his voice, wishing like hell he could control how he felt. He wondered what Cameron would have said if he had suggested he would forget the jog if he could come in. After the last few days, he was sure Cameron would have rebuffed him.

 

It felt good, how his body responded to his exertions. Sweat covered his chest and back and trickled down his face. After swinging west, then south, he finally settled into the groove, muscles loosened and his breathing falling into the rhythm that made him feel like he could jog all night. He circled around the football stadium, then cut across the playing fields outside the athletic center until passing the horticulture department. He turned down the narrow lane that split the greenhouse area, until at the side entrance to the small park, one used mainly by the horticulture department for maintaining the park. He followed the main trail as it swung further south before turning to the east. The dirt path was easy on his feet, and he moved with ease along the winding trail. The trail circled around, heading back north as it followed the stream. The land rose up either side of the stream and trail, and the sounds of campus and the town faded away. Only the rustle of the wind through the trees and his heaving breathing broke the silence.

He came around a bend and saw someone up ahead. They were leaning on the guardrail where the trail ran too close to the stream that was nearly ten feet below. The lamp pole was among understory trees and its light was broken up, just narrow beams of light mixed with dark shadow, putting the lone figure in shadow except for the yellow running shorts that seemed to glow in the darkness.

He slowed as he drew near, for he realized it was Cameron. The chest glistened in the dim light for the smooth skin was sweaty from his exertions. Trey slowed to a walk as Cameron looked his way.

“What took you so long?” asked Cameron in a low voice.

“Very funny,” Trey responded, but he didn’t think so.

Once standing before Cameron he looked at the torso stretched out by the way Cameron leaned on the guardrail. As he stared at the torso, a hand raked up the chest.

“I thought it was cooler than this, but after jogging over, I’m hot,” said Cameron.

“Yeah, me too,” said Trey as he mimicked Cameron, dragging his hand up his own chest.

Cameron blatantly adjusted his cock. “You want to follow me? I’m going to go over there,” pointing across the stream to the secondary trail.

Trey knew the trail, one that just made a small loop on the opposite side of the stream, connecting back to the main trail on the southern end of the park, below where he had entered. He adjusted his own growing cock, seeing Cameron’s eyes watch him.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”

Cameron pushed off the guardrail and strolled to the secondary trail and Trey followed, keeping just a couple of steps behind him. Over the wood bridge, up the other side following the trail as it led them south and away from the stream. It was only a short distance to a bench positioned right next to the trail. Cameron stopped by it and turned to Trey.

“You want it so bad you can’t stand it,” said Cameron.

Trey wanted to tell him no or to go fuck off, but he moved up close to Cameron and reached out feeling the growing cock within the jogging shorts. “Yeah, I do.”

The jogging shorts were pushed down, and Trey found his hand on bare cock, feeling it expand within his fingers as he manipulated it.

“Trey…suck me.”

Trey squatted before Cameron, dragging the shorts down as he slid his hands along the legs. He pushed his face into the sweaty crotch inhaling Cameron’s scent, then he captured the cock between his lips and sucked. He worked his mouth on the cock until it was rock hard and pushed into his throat when he pushed forward. He tongued the head, swirled it around the flared head and probed the widening slit, then he pushed forward again. Hands took him by the head and Cameron began to fuck his mouth.

He held his mouth open, tongue pushed forward so the cock would slide over it as Cameron fucked. He gagged when the cock pushed too far into his throat, and he drooled around it until salvia dripped from his chin. The hands tightened and the cock piston in short urgent thrusts, then cum hit the back of his throat and filled his mouth.

“Get up,” Cameron uttered in a breathless whisper.

Trey stood and felt hands moving over his body. One down his chest, the other down his back. His cock was manipulated as the other hand went inside his shorts where fingers probed his ass. Down between his cheeks, then over his tight opening, and finally, after days of wanting it, a penetration of it. Fingers bore into him, pumped in and out and twisted around stretching him open. He leaned against Cameron’s sweaty body feeling the slickness and heat as their skin rubbed together. Then he felt his nakedness as his shorts fell around his ankles. A hand took him by the neck and guided him to face the bench, then bent him at the waist until he had to brace himself on the seat.

“Lift your foot,” whispered Cameron.

Trey lifted his right foot feeling it slip free of his shorts, and Cameron kicked his legs apart. He was naked. The cool air pulling the heat from his skin and it made him feel alive. Cameron’s cock raking across his ass, then pushing between his cheeks and it made him feel his sex.

“Fuck,” Trey exclaimed as Cameron penetrated him. He shuddered with the stretch of his opening as Cameron pushed inch after inch into his depths. “Fuck, fuck,” he uttered as hands held his waist and Cameron began to fuck him. His own cock swung between his thighs. It was rock hard and smacked his stomach when Cameron fucked with an urgency, brutally hammering his ass.

“Take me. Take me,” Cameron uttered.

Trey held his head down and watched his cock swinging back and forth as cock pummeled his insides. His gasps for breath and obscene utterances were soon drowned out by the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. He wanted to tell Cameron to slow down, to not be so rough, but he took his own cock in hand and stroked it with the same brutal pace.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck,” Trey barked every time Cameron shoved all the way into his ass. He tried to control his breathing, to lower his voice and not cry out so loud, and he tried to make their fuck last despite the risk of getting caught. But he was too aroused, his desire cranked up by Cameron’s rough fuck, and he felt his own building need for release. He shivered and shuddered as his cock flexed in his hand, then he came. Cum spattered the bench as his cock flexed with every ejaculation. He moaned with the feel of his release. How his opening spasm around the thrusting cock hammering his insides. How his own cock was swelled thick, still flexing even as he shot the last of his load. Then Cameron shoved into him and kept jamming hips against his ass, and he knew Cameron was pumping a load into him.

“Damn, you are a good fuck,” said Cameron as he pulled up his shorts, tucking his half-hard cock into the front of them.

Trey felt off-balance, and nearly lost it as he got his right foot back into his shorts. He finally got them pulled up and felt cum trickle from his ass soiling the seat. He considered it a mark of his submissiveness to Cameron not sure if it was a good or bad thing. He stood up to say something to Cameron but all he saw was the jogging body disappearing into the darkness.

 

Saturday:

“Fucker,” Trey uttered as he considered how Cameron really treated him. Just moments before they passed in the corridor and Cameron just uttered a ‘hey’ and kept walking. Trey felt foolish, wondering what he wanted from him. Did he expect them to go out on dates and hold hands like some couple. He scoffed at the idea of it, then wondered what did he want, and if maybe a part of him wanted some aspect of it.

He thought back to something Cameron had said to Ryan and Charlie. College is the time to explore and have fun, most of all, fun. It was the attitude he had possessed when he arrived on campus, fucking through the female population as fast as he could. Now he wasn’t so sure what he wanted, other than he wanted it to be with another guy.

Grabbing up his keys and cellphone, he headed out to grab lunch at the cafeteria. As he moved down the corridor, the door to room 418 opened and Ashton came out.

“Hey, Trey, are you heading to the cafeteria?”

“Yes.”

“Can I tag along?”

“Sure, come on.”

“I’ve not seen you in a while,” said Ashton as they waited on the elevator.

Trey knew what he meant. They had seen each other, nearly every day in fact, but what Ashton hadn’t seen was him in their dorm room for sex.

“I don’t think your roommate was interested in me dropping by.”

“Cameron? I’m not sure what he wants. Did you know he went out with some girl last weekend?”

“What? No; are you serious?”

“Yeah. I was as surprised as you.”

“I saw Cameron last night.”

“You mean you guys hooked up. Hey, wait, was it when he was out jogging?”

“Yes. He had seen me heading out and evidently followed, taking a short cut to get to the park before me.”

“Oh boy, that nasty fuck. And you too,” Ashton joked.

“What about you? What have you been doing?”

Trey wanted to ask who, not what, but he didn’t want to sound envious or worse, jealous.

“I’ve been busy with a couple of papers and trying not to fail one class.”

“Are you getting caught up?”

“Yes, I am, but I’m struggling with calculus. I just don’t understand the shit.”

“You need some help?”

“You understand that stuff?”

“I haven’t made less than 95 on the tests.”

“Fuck you,” Ashton exclaims then laughs. “Yes, I need help. Why didn’t you tell me you were doing so well in that class.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Well, I am now. What are you doing this afternoon?”

Trey considered it, this opportunity to be alone with Ashton.

“Tutoring you.”

 

Trey entered room 418 to find Ashton sitting at his desk in gym shorts and a college T-shirt, their mascot large on the front. Music played softly in the background and laid out on the desk was the calculus textbook, a spiral notebook, and opened before Ashton an English lit textbook.

“Give me a minute, I’m almost finished with this,” said Ashton as he turned his attention back to the book.

“Okay,” said Trey rolling out Cameron’s desk chair and taking a seat. He sat silently waiting, while Ashton turned a page and continued reading. He looked out the window at the cloudy sky wondering if it would be raining soon. Then he looked around wondering about Cameron.

“Okay, I’m finished,” said Ashton closing the English Lit book and spinning around to face Trey.

“Where’s Cameron?”

“He went with some guys to Atlanta for some concert.”

“The one Bill was talking about a while back?”

“That’s it.”

“He asked me if I wanted to go, but I don’t really care for the band, so I turned him down.”

“Same here. You ready to show me how to do this?” asked Ashton holding up the calculus textbook.

“Yep, slide over,” said Trey rolling up next to Ashton.

 

It was nearly two hours later, Ashton finally having that moment when the principles of the equations began to make sense, no longer just gibberish on the page. He raced through the next two problems, smiling at how simple they seemed now that he understood them. He grew animated, rocking knees back and forth and twirling his pen. Then his knee bumped into Trey’s, and he pulled away, then he did it again.

Trey knew the second time it was deliberate, and he pushed back.

“You want to mess around?” asked Ashton.

Trey laughed as he spun around to face Ashton, their knees touching. “Like a dog in heat,” he joked reaching out putting a hand on Ashton’s knee. He squeezed it, then leaned forward running his hand up the leg as Ashton leaned back, sliding his ass forward closing the distance between hand and crotch. Trey ran a hand over the soft fabric covering the crotch until his fingers were following the shape of the cock trapped within them. He manipulated it until it was stretched out over the left hip. He slipped off his chair, pushing it to roll clear as he went to his knees.

“Yeah, come on, take it out,” whispered Ashton as Trey moved up between the spread legs and pressed his face into the crotch feeling the hard cock against his cheek.

Trey turned until he could mouth it, run his lips along the length of it until sucking through the fabric on the head of it.

“Jesus, fuck, take it…please,” Ashton begged.

Trey took the waistband of the shorts between his fingers and with Ashton raising his ass, easily slid them down the legs. He brought them over the knees and down until he was able to slip them off each foot. He tossed them aside and moved up between the legs, tongue dragging along the right thigh until he could lick at the loose sac, work his tongue over it moving the nuts around, then he sucked both in his mouth and tugged until the sac was tight and Ashton was quivering with the feel of it.

He dragged his tongue up the cock feeling it flex with its aroused state. He licked the head like a lollipop, then sucked it in his mouth, pushing down until his nose was buried in pubic hair and cock was pushing at the back of his throat.

“God damn it,” Ashton exclaimed as he pushed upward with the hips.

Trey grew bolder, wondering if Ashton had any limits to what he was willing to do. He moved his mouth up and down the cock while sliding a hand up between the thighs until raking his fingers along the skin beneath the sac. Ashton scooted forward some more and spread his legs as wide as the arms of the chair would allow.

“Yeah, play with my ass,” Ashton whispered.

Trey ran his fingers along the perineum until toughing the tight opening, and he rubbed it with a circular motion until the cock in his mouth flexed against the roof of it. He breached the tightness and worked one finger into Ashton, then a second, and finally a third. He sucked on the head of the cock while fingering the ass until hands grabbed him by the head and pushed him down on the cock all the way. He knew Ashton would come for him.

“Fuck…you son of a bitch…take it,” Ashton stammered breathlessly.

Trey felt the cock swell thick on his tongue then flex with each ejaculation as it filled his mouth with cum.

 

Ashton pushed Trey off his cock and stood in front of him, with a still very hard cock hovering in Trey’s face. “Get naked.”

Trey came to his feet as he watched Ashton tug the T-shirt off and toss it on the floor. He removed his own T-shirt, then cargo shorts and boxers, working each foot free as Ashton tugged on a hard cock.

“You horny bastard,” Trey joked as he tossed the cargo shorts and boxers on the floor.

“Yes, now come here and fuck me,” Ashton replied as he backed to his bed and lay back on it.

Trey was surprised Ashton was so willing, assuming he was like Cameron, then he wondered if Cameron and Ashton fucked around and if so, he knew Asthon had to be on bottom. He moved to the bed where legs were held up. They rested on his shoulders as he moved into position. He rubbed his drooling cock over the ass, then pushed against the opening. He breached the tightness and eased into it, pushing inch after inch into Ashton until over halfway inside him. He leaned over the naked body and began to fuck.

Up on his hands and toes, he pumped his cock into the upturned ass with greater and greater urgency. The bed began to protest, to rock and squeak in rhythm with their fuck.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” uttered Ashton as he took his legs behind the knees and pulled them down opening himself completely to Trey’s fuck.

Trey kept up a steady fuck, at times swinging his hips upward high end to pull out of the ass. He would hover over the closing hole, then punch back through it as he shoved down all the way, hips banging against ass. Then he slipped his arms around Ashton, pinning thighs to the chest, and fucked. He pushed inward, ground his hips against the ass, and continued to fuck.

Then Trey was at the point of release. He felt his whole body grow rigid, every muscle tight, and he shoved into Ashton’s depths and came.

 

Trey lay on his stomach as Ashton moved over him. Legs rubbed seductively along his own, then cock rubbed across his ass. He reached back and spread his cheeks exposing himself to Ashton’s ministrations.

“You want it just as bad,” Ashton whispered as he put his cock to Trey’s opening.

“Oh, fuck,” Trey exclaimed as he shuddered with the penetration, then he buried his face into the bed and moaned with the fullness of Ashton’s cock pushing into his depths. His own cock quickly hardened beneath him as Ashton didn’t tease him but just fucked. The tug outward, the push inward, over and over, Trey felt the fuck go from slow and sensual to physical, rough, hips banging against his ass as cock pummeled his insides.

“Fuck me,” Trey pleaded. Arms slipped underneath him, and the hands held each shoulder. Ashton had him pinned to the bed as he fucked cock into his depths, and he felt the strength of the body as it moved over him.

Then Ashton shoved into his depths and shuddered with release.

 

Trey woke to find the room dark and the corridor quiet. Ashton lay next to him, warm against his chest. He wondered about the time then realized he didn’t really care. It was still night and they had hours before Cameron’s return. He pulled Ashton tight to his chest and snuggled down to fall back to sleep.

 

Trey woke again, this time to the soft light of early morning. Ashton was snuggled to his back, and he moved his ass on the hard cock pressed against it.

“Keep it up and I’m fucking you,” Ashton whispered.

Trey smiled as he pushed back on the cock.

Ashton suddenly was on him, and he found himself pushed down on his stomach with cock sliding between his cheeks.

“You want it?” asked Ashton before kissing him on the back of the neck.

“Yes,” Trey replied, then buried his face into the bed while pushing his ass upward.

Ashton penetrated him, fucked him with such a slow sensual pace he wanted to cum. Smooth skin rubbed against smooth skin, hands roamed down his sides then laced fingers with his own, and through it all, cock piston in his hole with a steady rhythm. How long Ashton fucked him he didn’t know but by the time his ass was getting pumped full of cum, he was coming too, his cock spurting out his load beneath him.

 

Two Years Later:

Trey moved down the corridor feeling like he was letting something slip through his fingers. For the last two years, Ashton and he had been taking every opportunity to fuck and sleep together, even going to Fort Walton Beach for spring break the last two years, shacked up in a cheap hotel room fucking to the point of exhaustion.

But there had never been any confession of love or want of more. He wondered what he would have said if Ashton had said it to him. He kept telling himself it wasn’t the life he wanted, that he would go back to his old life once graduated. He would have that family his parents kept mentioning. A nice house in some suburb with a SUV in the drive, two dogs, maybe a cat, and two or three children. He just wished it felt as perfect as it sounded.

As he passed Ashton’s room, he saw the boxes and suitcase sitting in the middle of it ready to be carried out. Cameron had moved to another dorm last semester to be with the one guy on the whole campus that managed to capture his heart, and it left Ashton with the room to himself, and it should have been perfect for them, but after a few weeks they began to grow apart, something between them he didn’t understand and was too afraid to ask.

He moved on to the elevator knowing his parents were waiting out front to go with him to the arena for the day’s graduation ceremony. By that afternoon it would be over. His years as a student, and his relationship with Ashton. He had a job in Charlotte, North Carolina and knew Ashton had one in Atlanta. They would only be four hours apart, but it felt like a much greater distance. He wondered how he could have made things different between them, knowing the answer. He just needed to be honest with Ashton on how he felt. As the elevator door slid open to let him out on the ground floor, he looked through the entry at his parents waiting and knew it was too late.

 

An Early Spring Day.

Ashton sat in Piedmont Park eating a sandwich while watching guys jog the trails, walk their dogs, or like him, take their hour for lunch enjoying the return of warm weather. He saw two guys holding hands and he felt that shallowness of breath, that emptiness that he allowed to fester and grow. It hadn’t been a year since graduation and a day didn’t go by when he didn’t think of him.

So many nights he lay in bed wondering what would have happened if he had just opened up to Trey, told him how he felt, wondering if that would have made a difference. He thought of the day he came into Trey’s dorm room overhearing a phone conversation with his parents. The talk of graduation, of telling them he would find a nice girl after he got settled into his job, and he joked of grandchildren as Ashton had to hold his breath and ease back out of the room.

He knew after that day things were not the same. He pulled away, thinking it would protect his feelings, but it only hurt more. By the time graduation arrived, he couldn’t face Trey.

“Hey, Sean, wait up,” a guy yelled, and Ashton watched an attractive guy in a tank top and shorts jog over to a guy who was shirtless with a body developed from many hours in a gym. He looked at the muscular guy, the one named Sean, realizing how like Trey he was in build and appearance.

Trey was somewhere in Charlotte, North Carolina. He had been tempted to call him, but time and time again, he pulled up the number only to slide the image from his phone. He wondered if Trey was dating someone, some nice girl that would meet his parents’ approval. He pictured a blonde, with a big smile and bigger tits and no personality, smirking with his cruelty for such imagining. He hoped Trey was happy, and despite everything, still felt love toward him, something he had never dared to say to Trey in all their time together. It seemed foolish now, such naivety and childishness at not being able to say how he felt. He knew Trey had been the same, for there were times the words seemed on one or the other’s lips but in the end just a silence that only grew over time.

Sandwich and chips consumed, Ashton finished his drink and glanced at his watch seeing he had a few more minutes he could kill just sitting in the park. He leaned back and tilted his head until the sun hit his face. With eyes closed, he just absorbed the warmth of it as he listened to the sounds of others at play in the park.

A shadow came over his face blocking out the sun, and he opened his eyes to see Trey standing in front of him.

“Hey, I was…I…” Trey stammered, running a hand through his hair that had grown out since college. He looked disheveled, clothes not fitting right and in need of a good ironing. And he looked nervous, scared.

“Trey, what are you doing here?”

“I…you see…these last few months have been bad, and…can we talk?”

“Yeah, sure, but my lunch break is up, and I need to get back to work. There is a big meeting and-“

Trey cut him off. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shown up like this, unannounced and all. I’ll let you get back to work.” Trey was already turning to walk away.

“Trey, goddamn it, wait.” Ashton stood and went to him. He stood right in front of Trey until the head tilted up and the eyes looked into his own. “You son of a bitch, don’t you dare walk away from me again.”

Trey smiled.

“I really have to get to work, but I can cut out early. Meet me at my place at four.”

“Where is it?”

Ashton turned and pointed toward an apartment tower to the west, a few blocks from the park. “It’s that building. You can’t get in but there is a coffee shop across the street; wait for me there.”

 

Trey watched Ashton rush toward the southwest corner of the park heading back to work, then he strolled toward the entrance on the west side, the one in alignment with the apartment building Ashton lived in. He moved slowly, taking his time, for there was three hours to kill.

He found himself smiling, grinning from ear to ear, something he hadn’t done in a long time. Ashton wanted him to wait so they could talk. He hadn’t been dismissed, told to go back to Charlotte, something impossible since his belongings were in a moving van parked in some parking lot a few blocks away. And that dream job at the bank was now available to someone else, having turned in his resignation three weeks ago. He had intended to just find another job, something that might excite him and bring him some happiness, but during the week after his last day had been just one miserable day after the next. He packed up his belongings, sold his sofa, donated the dining table and two chairs to charity, and everything else he loaded up in the moving van the night before. He notified the lease office he had to leave, no longer employed, telling a story that got him out of his lease, then he got into the van early that morning and drove to Atlanta.

It seemed like a fool’s errand. There was no way Ashton would see him.

He found the place Ashton worked and waited across the street. Then he had seen him coming out shortly after noon, a brown bag in one hand and a drink in the other. He followed him all the way to the park and stood behind a tree watching him eat while watching others. It wasn’t until he saw him watch those two guys, one that could have been his brother and the other Ashton’s, that he knew he had to move from his hiding place and approach him.

Strolling through the park entrance gate, he looked up at the apartment building wondering what kind of view Ashton had thinking of the view he had had of the railroad switching yard north of downtown. He suddenly found his voice, the one that had escaped him earlier, and he said it aloud, not caring who heard him. “I love Ashton.” And he did, and later that afternoon, Ashton would know too.