Another Hole

The summer had gone by too quickly. I had to find a place to live, move into my office, examine the curriculum for the classes I would be teaching, and submit my syllabi. I had finally located a small apartment near my new campus that fit my needs. I wanted a separate bedroom, and I got one; it was on the small size, but I ordered a full-sized bed. It would be larger than what I had in the dorm without overpowering the bedroom. I’d gone out shopping to get some basic kitchenware. I still had some emergency savings, but my account was almost dry.

On the day I was moving out of the dorm, one of the undergrad students whom I had noticed secretly looking at me came up to me and told me that he had wished he had dared to ask me out. He was very sweet and soft-spoken. He wasn’t the type of guy I’d take back to my room and use. He was one of those short guys who kept himself fit. He had a boyish face. To look at him, you’d think he were in middle school instead of an adult university student. His name was Clarence, and as he unloaded his private thoughts, he told me the only sex he’d had was when he was a child and an uncle took advantage of him one summer.

I’m not sure why his story touched me. Maybe I was turning soft as I got older. Maybe it was the memory of Roger, one of my mother’s dates; one night, she was too drunk for sex, so he shoved himself into me instead. Maybe it was his eyes. They reminded me of a guy named Bryce. Whatever the reason, I told him that I was flattered by his remarks, and I briefly considered taking him back to my room and fucking him. But he seemed like someone who needed a soft caress rather than a hard fuck. I asked him if he wanted to with me alone while I finished up in my room. I decided to let him take the lead.

We walked down to my room, and once inside he said, “I’d like to cuddle. I want a handsome guy to hold me.” A tear came to his eye as he told me. What the hell was wrong with me? I told myself to get rid of him. Kick him out.

“Come on. I can do that for you.” I wrapped my arms around him. Our height difference put his face right at my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair. He lifted his chin and slid up on his toes. He wanted to kiss me. My rule is no kissing. It’s messy. So I bent forward and touched his lips to mine. I moved my hands down to his ass and lifted him. The kiss became more passionate.

I moved us to the bed and spooned him. With my left hand under his head, my right hand pulled him tightly to me. I reached under his t-shirt and ran my fingertips over his nipples. They quickly perked up. My hand moved to his abs; they weren’t well-defined, but they were flat and tight. I touched the top of his waistband and noted a small amount of pubic hair. My dick started to swell. I plunged my hand inter his underwear and felt his cock. His erection caught me off guard. He moaned as I wrapped my fingers around it.

My dick has also grown hard. I began to hump his leg as my lips grazed his neck and my fingers massaged his hardon. I was awed by how turned on I was by this young man. I wasn’t surprised that it didn’t take long for him to squirt his load. What did surprise me is that I came as well. I pulled my hand free. Clarence brought it to his lips and cleaned the small amount of come from my fingers. We remained in the same position as our breathing slowed, and we both fell asleep.

I woke up and found that Clarence was holding my hand to his chest. He was awake as well and rolled around to face me. “Thank you for this. Could you use some help with your stuff?”

“I won’t turn it down.” I smiled.

He leaned up and kissed me. “I needed someone to hold me without using me, to make me feel cared about.”

I continued to smile. Inside, I wanted to roll him over and fuck his ass. I felt a kind of anger build up inside me. I fought it. I sat up. “I need to get going.”

Clarence helped me load my car. I drove off headed to my new life. As I thought back about the afternoon, I realized that I had come without fucking the boy. I didn’t fuck him even though I really wanted to because he didn’t want to. I wondered what Roger would think of that.  

Fuck you, Roger.

Life at a smaller college was a big change. As a student, I had guys who were willing and able to share some quick sex. Now, students were off-limits. As for the other professors, most were married, and there just weren’t many single guys who were appealing. And if I followed my rule of one good fuck and no seconds. I’d run out of partners quickly.

I tried the closest gay bar, which was about 20 minutes away. I tried it twice to be honest. The men who frequented it were not my type. I like guys who take baths on a regular basis.

My work schedule did not offer me a lot of time either. Toward the end of October, my only encounters involved my hand and a bottle of lube. I arrived home late one afternoon after an exhausting afternoon of grading essays with a desire to eat a steak. I thought I had one in the freezer; I was wrong. I decided to exchange the meat with a jerk-off session with my meat followed by some scrambled eggs.

After looking for my lube, I realized that I had run out the previous Saturday, and I’d meant to pick some up the next time I went shopping. I changed into some comfortable clothes and headed to the store.

I reminded myself that lube was number one on the list. I didn’t want to get home to discover I hadn’t picked up the one thing I went to the store for. It was the first thing I put into my basket. Condoms were on sale, so I grabbed some of those in the hopes that I could put them to use. Next, I headed over to the meat counter.  

Having decided on a rib-eye, I was looking at my choices when a man about my height in a white butcher’s smock came up next to me. He leaned against the meat counter and asked, “Can I help you?”

I got the immediate sense that he wasn’t talking about helping me pick out a steak. He had dark brown hair with brown eyes and a Fu-Manchu style mustache. A little bit of hair stuck out from his shirt. He smiled, revealing perfectly white teeth. I’d lay odds he wore braces as a kid.

“Just looking for some meat for later.” I stared straight into his eyes.

He didn’t look away.

I stepped closer and rubbed my hand over his crotch.

“Fuck,” he whispered in response.

“Yeah, that’s what I had in mind.”

“I don’t like my meat rare if you know what I mean.”

I moved my basket so he could see inside it. “I only play safe. When do you get off?”

“I’m about to punch out now. How much longer are you going to be?”

“I just need to pick up my rib-eye, and I’m out of here.”

He turned around and grabbed a package. “This is the best one. See you out front.”

I checkout and met him just outside the exit doors. “Your place or mine?” I asked.

“I’m just across the road in those apartments.”

“Sounds good to me; I’ll drive us over.” He followed me to the car.  

Once we were inside, he said, “I can’t believe this. I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve had sex with guys before, but I’ve never walked up to a hot dude and had him take me home.”

“Well, that look in your eye told me that you wanted it; and since I want it, too, it worked out.” I put my hand on his thigh. I saw him look over at me. I tried to decide whether I wanted to make this last, or did I want a quick, hard fuck and then to go home.

His apartment was one room with a kitchen at one end. A door led to the bathroom, and the only thing in the living room was a mattress and a laptop.

“Sorry for the way it looks. I’m not big on stuff.”

I squeezed his ass. “We’ve got all we need.”

“I want to make sure my ass is clean. Mind waiting here?”

“I’ll be fine.” He went into the bathroom, and I took my clothes off. It didn’t take long before I heard a hairdryer. I went into the bathroom; a nice-looking man was drying the back of his head. He was on the thin side; his chest and abs were covered in a moderate amount of hair, but his back and shoulders were smooth. His legs were hairy as well, and his dick was buried in a nice bush.

“I don’t like wet hair,” he apologized.

“Yeah, I don’t like it either. Let’s go fuck.”

“I like a guy who knows his mind.”

He grabbed me playfully and kissed me. I started to kiss him back. He kissed me harder and shove his tongue into my mouth. I pushed against his tongue with mine. He let me go. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around my dick. My cock responded immediately. He stood back up. “Shit, you’ve got me turned on.”

I pushed him to the mattress. “You want it face up or face down?”

“Oh, baby, face down.”

I shoved him down. He laughed. I had already opened two condoms and unrolled one of them, and had the lube ready. I put the unrolled condom over two fingers and squirted some lube onto his ass pucker.

“Hey, that’s cold.” He laughed again.

I pushed my two fingers inside of him.

He sucked in a deep breath.

I found his prostate and massaged it.

“Oh, fuck me, that’s good. It’s making me dizzy.” His dick was pointing down toward me; I saw it lengthen and harden. I grabbed the other condom and put it on one-handed.

My cock stiffened even more from the sensation of the rubber going on. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and slid the condom off them. I put lube on my dick and pressed the head against the hole.

“Oh, baby, I can feel you knocking at the door.”

“Want me to walk in all at once, or a little at a time?”

“Give it to me all at once.” He reached back and pulled his hairy ass cheeks wide.

I pushed in until I was completely inside him. He groaned. “That feels so good. Fuck me hard.”

I did as he asked. He was just the right amount of tightness, and he didn’t seem to get loose as I pounded him. His little grunts and moans as I hit bottom kept me wanting to fuck him even harder. At one point, he lifted his shoulders up. “Turn me over. I want you to kiss me while you fuck me.”

I pull out, moved to the side and flipped him. I got back between his legs and pushed them up to expose his manpussy. I pushed my dick back inside and leaned forward. He was very flexible and pushed his calves under his shoulders. As I humped, I could feel his hairy chest rub against mine. I pushed our mouths together, and as my dick pumped in and out of him, our tongues danced a sex ballet.

The skin of his dick moved in rhythm with my abs; his ass pucker began to squeeze and release in sync with our movements. Suddenly his hands grabbed my ass and tried to pull me inside him even farther than possible. His moan echoed in my mouth and he squirted a strong stream of come between our bodies. A frenzy took over. I grabbed one of his legs and moved it to my chest. I became a fucking machine, and when I got close, I pulled out, ripped the condom off and unloaded over his abs, chest, and chin.

Wiping his chin, he pulled me down to him. I wiped the come from his mustache and kissed him. My heart felt as though it would burst. I held him to me until my breathing became normal. “That is what I call fucking,” I told him.

“I’m not going to be able to sit for a week, bro. I loved it.” I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was going to want us to get together again.

My brain started to signal danger. I stood up. “I need to get going.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay?”

“No, really. I need to go. I have things I need to do.”

He stood up and got a towel from the kitchen. “My name’s Brad by the way.”

I realized then that we hadn’t exchanged names. Maybe I wasn’t losing it. I wondered what name I should give him and decided there was nothing with giving him my real one. “I’m Jacob. You’re a really good fuck. You’re cute, too.” I winked at him.

“Hey, I’m willing to be fuck buddies and nothing more, if you’d like that.”

“You deserve more than that.” Now, why did I say that?

“You want to get together again? You name the day,” he said.

“I don’t know,” I countered.

Disappointment covered his face. “We’re not going to do this again, are we?”

I was honest with him. “I don’t know. Probably not. I’m not a guy who does a second date.”

He nodded. I could see he was trying to be tough, and I felt as though I needed to explain.

“I’ve got some hangups, you know, some issues to deal with.” I slipped on my underwear and pants.

“Yeah, I get it.” He reached up and pulled our foreheads together. “Let me know if you change your mind.

I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw his eyes mist up. I grabbed my shirt and buttoned the bottom four. I headed for the door and left without looking back.

Fuck. Fuck. And Fuck. Why was I feeling like shit all of a sudden? That was some really good sex. I should feel like a new man. I drove home and took a shower. I overcooked my rib-eye and chewed the leathery remains while I cursed my life. Everything should have been going my way. I played some games on my phone, went through the missed calls and deleted most of them. I scrolled through my contact list and saw Bryce’s information. I deliberated texting him versus deleting it. In the end, I did neither. I heard Roger yelling at me, ‘Loser, loser, you’re a fucking loser.’ Was he right?