A Hot Fucking Ass

Our story begins in World History 101 in one of the largest classrooms on campus. The curved seating wrapping around the stage where Professor Meier is clipping on the mic to begin class once the last students take a seat. A little over halfway back to the right side of the stage, Christopher Trey Reardon is twirling a ballpoint pen while he watches the girls move down in front of him and take a seat. He looks at the two blondes who came in together, both with ponytails wearing short skirts, wondering if they could be sisters. He looks at the brunette with the big tits and nice ass take a seat two rows below him. Then he looks at the nice round ass of another student coming down the aisle, only this is no girl. This is Cameron Woodham who is in his dorm. He looks at the thick wavy black hair, the lean body he knows has a muscular tone from swimming and bicycling, and back to that ass. He gives thought to it, of tapping that ass.

Trey tells anyone who dares ask he is straight, a real jock, all one hundred and sixty-three pounds of him. His t-shirt is a size too small showing off his upper body with sleeves stretched tight around biceps. He watches Cameron take a seat five rows down just across the aisle. He looks at how the long legs slip under the seat in front of him thinking how Cameron is taller than his five foot eleven, every bit of six foot two or three, maybe even taller. He watches a hand comb through the hair, then Cameron pull out a notebook and textbook. Yeah, I’d tap that ass, Trey thinks again, knowing how the other guys would mess with him for even considering it.

Trey found himself constantly proving his manhood, demonstrating to others that he was a true-blue jock. He bragged about his high school baseball team winning the state championship. How he played football too and told slightly exaggerated tales of hiking trips and four-wheeling with his Jeep. He bragged about taking the school homecoming queen to the prom then to a hotel down at the beach. He bragged about hooking up over the summer, even at the church camp his mother forced him to attend one more time despite his protestations of being too old.

Looking at Cameron, the thought of seeing that boy naked, round ass held up for him, then he thought of those events he didn’t brag about. Jacking off with Travis, the two of them helping each other out after the big win in baseball beating their regional rival. The day his bicycle got a flat on Sugar Hill Road and that Severson guy from Holmes County gave him his ass then a lift into town to get his bike tire fixed. And the sex during church camp last summer. He didn’t lie about having sex, just that it was a girl. The truth was it was a boy his own age but looked two years younger and almost like a girl. Androgynous and so pretty it took his breath away. Ian, or was it Aaron, he could never remember the guy’s name, but he remembered that pretty round ass and how the guy reached back and spread those cheeks for him. And how it felt to fuck him, the ass tighter than any pussy. So tight around his cock he had come quickly the first time, but the guy had told him to keep going, to do it again, and he had done it. Just kept fucking until he pumped another load into that ass.

Adjusting his cock, Trey looked across at Cameron and wondered if that pretty boy would be like the boy from church camp. He imagined it, Trey laying on a bed, cheeks spread apart to a smooth ass, and his cock penetrating it. Penetrating the tightness and sinking…

“…remember to read the next chapter and on Friday there will be a test on what we’ve covered so far,” said Professor Meier, bring Trey back to the present and others putting textbooks into backpacks. Cameron gets up and heads up the aisle. A look over with a smile of acknowledgement, then he is gone leaving Trey rushing to get his backpack opened to put everything in it so he can be on his way to his next class.

 

 

Trey gets to the dorm, rushing in through the front doors to get out of the sudden downpour of rain that caught him about halfway across campus. Why he was rushing to get in, he didn’t know for he was soaked to the skin. He was just grateful his backpack was waterproof. By the time he gets to the elevator he is shivering and as he waits for the cab, he unbuttons his shirt and slips it off for he hates the feel of a wet shirt against his skin, especially one that is zapping the heat from his body.

When the elevator finally opens, he steps in and hits the button for the fourth floor, pushing it over and over as if that will speed up the elevator that seems to slow time itself. The door slides open to his floor, and he sees the corridor is empty, no one stirring about. A few doors are open and as he moves down the corridor he hears music, a movie, and video games in progress, but few voices for it seems the sudden storm have everyone hunkered down for the remainder of the day.  

He is passing one room after the next, glancing in to see guys laying on beds or sitting on the floor leaning back against the bed while quietly watching television or playing video games. Jacob laying on his bed in just a pair of boxer briefs. Dan sitting next to Matt, both shirtless wearing loose gym shorts and manipulating controllers. At room 418, he looks in just as Cameron comes out of the bathroom in the tightest white briefs that show off that round ass. He is toweling his hair dry, arms held up showing off the long torso and arms. Trey comes to a stop trying to think of something to say for he wants to stand there and look at the curvature of ass within those briefs. Then he sees the body turn toward him and sees the bulge of cock in the front.

“Hey, Trey, what’s up?”

“I was…just…can I see your notes from today’s History class. I dozed off, or something, and missed half of what the professor said.”

“Sure. Why don’t you go get dried off and come back.”

Trey saw the smile, one that was unsettling, as if Cameron knew he had been checking him out. But he couldn’t stop himself from scanning his eyes down that lean muscular body, over the smooth chest, flat stomach, and to that bulging pouch of the white briefs. He could see the outline of cock, even the sac behind it, and he swallowed hard forcing his eyes back up to the smiling face of Cameron.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting,” Cameron replied, and there was something about his tone that made Trey turn and rush down the corridor, wondering if he could jerk off a quick load to make his cock go down.

 

 

Trey was going to take a hot shower, but after encountering Cameron he was in a hurry to get back to room 418. He stripped, tossing the wet garments on the floor to keep everything in his hamper from getting wet too. After a quick toweling off, he slipped on a pair of boxers, a pair that were old and frayed and fit loose letting his cock move about until he felt aroused by it. The fly gapped open revealing his cock, and he knew he would never wear them outside his room without something over them. He slipped on cut off sweatpants, the legs just a bit too short revealing the legs of the boxers and headed back to Cameron’s room wondering if the roommate would be back, knowing the chances were good Ashton would be at the architecture building until late.

The door was pushed to but not latched and he knocked on it, pushing it open with each rap. “Hey, Cameron?” he said as he leaned into the widening gap to peer into the dark room.

“Come on in,” said Cameron.

“You got those n-n-notes?” said Trey, starting to stammer when he saw Cameron sitting in his desk chair still wearing just those damn tight briefs.

“Yeah, right here,” Cameron pointed to a notebook on the far side of his desk, then slowly spun around to face Trey. The legs spread apart, and the crotch seemed to bulge more provocatively, larger, cock swelled thicker and longer.

“Fuck,” Trey whispered to himself, as he looked at that bulge, then finally up into the smiling face. “Can I have it-them until tomorrow?”

“Yes, Trey, you can have them until then, and you can have this too, if you want,” Cameron replied while openly groping himself, squeezing his growing cock with the briefs.

“What? No! No, I don’t-“

“Bullshit,” said Cameron, cutting Trey off. “I’ve seen how you look at Jacob, and until today, me when you thought I wouldn’t notice. But today, damn, you looked knowing I saw you. You must have it bad, huh, Trey?”

“No, I’m straight and-“

“You never did it with another guy? Are you telling me you never did anything with one?”

“I…well, I’ve just…we just…”

“You want to…just…whatever you call it with me?”

“Cameron, I shouldn’t be here. I should go,” Trey utters, and he sounds breathless and scared.

Trey raises his ass and slips the briefs down his legs until they fall around the ankles. He slips one foot free and with the other, kicks them across the room. A thick cock curls around, climbs up the abdomen as it gets harder and longer. Trey takes it in hand and slowly strokes it and Cameron watches, unable to step away.

“Trey.” Cameron says it with a low firm tone as he angles his cock toward him. “Come on, help me out.”

Trey looks at the cock, how it is longer than his own seven inches, and ramrod straight where his is curved. He looks at the arrow shaped head and imagines how it can penetrate an ass, stretching it open, then he looks at Cameron, with his impish smile and serious eyes. He tells himself he is a jock, a real man, and it should be Cameron sucking his cock. He feels himself manipulate his cock, feeling it respond to what he sees and his touch. Then he pictures jacking off Travis, his hand moving on a thick cock as his own is being stroked. He pictures that Severson guy laying across the bench seat of his old truck taking his fuck. Then the boy from church camp, willing spreading his ass and begging Trey to fuck him. He thinks of this sex with other guys, how he was so aroused by it. He looked back at the door seeing it wasn’t latched and he stepped back until he can close and lock it. Moving back to Cameron, he sees that knowing smile and the cock being waved toward him. He pushes off the gym shorts, stepping out of them as he approaches Cameron, not wanting to get naked, not yet, when Cameron is rock hard, and he is just getting aroused.

Trey thinks about what he is doing as he goes to his knees and comes up between those long legs. He slides his hands along the smooth legs, up the calves and along the thighs as he moves closer and closer until that hard cock can smack him in the face.

“Open your mouth,” said Cameron with a firmness that causes Trey to do it. He opens his mouth as Cameron smacks cock against his lips and cheeks, then the head is put on his bottom lip as a hand grabs him by the hair and pulls him down on it.

“That’s it, breath slowly and take my cock,” Cameron utters in a low calm voice.

Trey lets the hand guide his head down until cock pushes at the back of his throat and he nearly gags. When the hand lets go, his first thought is to get up and run, but then he admits to himself how he wants it, and how he had wanted Travis’ cock, wishing Travis had just asked him to do it, knowing he would have done so. He had wanted to trade places with Severson, and jacked off until his cock was raw after fucking the guy at church camp, picturing the guy between his legs fucking him in the ass. So, he moved his mouth along Cameron’s cock, gave into his desires and lusts, and just sucked that cock aroused by the way it filled his mouth.

Cameron scooted down in the chair until his ass was right at the edge of the seat and it let Trey look up along the smooth toned stomach, chest, and up the long neck to the face. Mouth slightly open, Cameron was beginning to moan and whisper soft utterances for Trey to keep sucking. Trey closed his eyes and moved his mouth down on the cock. Up and down, he kept it up, this slow rhythm of his mouth on the cock until hands were holding his head and Cameron was pumping upward, fucking his mouth. It banged the top of his mouth, then seemed to swell thinker, longer, filling his mouth.

“Fucking jock bastard, take it…take it all,” Cameron exclaimed as he pulled Trey’s head down on his spurting cock.

Trey let his mouth fill with cum as the cock flexed on his tongue with every ejaculation. Then he swallowed, once, twice, three times emptying his mouth then he drew out the last of the cum from the cock.

The hands let go of his head, and Trey didn’t pull away, instead he nursed that cock, worked his mouth on it feeling how it stayed rock-hard.

“I knew you would be willing. I just had to get you past that bullshit jock attitude…cocksucking bastard,” said Cameron with a humorous tone. “I bet you’re willing to do more,” he added pushing Trey off his cock and standing up.

Trey was pushed back until sitting on his heels looking up at the tall lean body and the ramrod straight cock pointing straight at his face. It was shiny and wet and flexing up and down with Cameron’s arousal.

“Get on the bed,” Cameron barked, pointing to his bed to Trey’s left.

Trey knew what Cameron wanted and he climbed to his feet knowing he wanted it too. His cock was rock hard and pushing at the front of his boxers. He was going to take them off, but a hand grabbed him by the arm, and he was quickly pushed down on the bed.

On his stomach, cock pinned between him and the bed, he feels Cameron climb over him, the long body laying on him. He felt the weight of it and the heat radiating from it. A push against his ass and he felt that big cock and how it is nestled between his cheeks. Hands move up his sides, fingers just grazing the skin until they slip under his arms and hold his shoulders while Cameron begins to kiss the back of his neck.

He shivers and moans and finds himself pushing his ass upward. The lips move around his neck until manipulating his right ear, lips tugging on it, then tongue swirling around its curvature making him shiver. The hands tighten their hold and Cameron pushes against his ass like a fuck, the steady rhythm of it grinding his own cock into the mattress.

“You want it,” Cameron whispers into Trey’s ear.

“Yes.”

Cameron climbs to his knees and suddenly Trey feels the tug on his boxers, hears the rip as Cameron pulls the seat apart revealing his ass. Hands move over his exposed cheeks, then fingers dig down between them raking up and down over his tight opening. Then one finger rubs his opening, up and down until he is moaning and pushing his ass up against it. He shivers when the finger penetrates him, and he moans as it pushes inward as far as Cameron can reach.

“God, you tight fuck,” Cameron utters as he pushes two fingers into Trey.

The fingers work Trey’s ass until he is pushing his ass up trying to get them deeper into his hole.

“Yeah, work that ass. Push it up,” said Cameron as he sank three fingers into Trey. “I noticed your nice round ass from day one and hoped I’d get a shot at it.”

“I…” Trey stammered, then buried his face into the bed as Trey slipped a fourth finger into his ass.

“Loosen up, Trey. It’ll feel better when I push my cock into it.”

The fingers twisted and turned and worked Trey’s hole as far as Cameron could reach. In and out they moved until he was pushing his ass up.

“Fuck me,” Trey finally uttered, a confessional and demand for action.

The fingers pulled out leaving him feeling empty, then his boxers were ripped again. A hand reached between his legs and pulled on his cock until it was painfully turned down making him raise his ass up higher. Cameron moved behind him, then cock touched his ass, raked across it a few times, then pushed down between his spread cheeks until pushing against his opening.

“Relax,” Cameron whispered.

Trey took a deep breath and relaxed as cock bore into his hole, inch by inch until Cameron was pressed against his ass. He had every fucking inch and moaned at the fullness of it. His own cock flexed with his arousal as hands took him by the waist.

Cameron pulled him to his knees, head still on the bed, and began to fuck him. It was a slow fuck, one that let him feel every inch working through is loosened opening. The long slow drag outward and he felt the cock tugging on his opening, then the slow push inward until hips were tight to his ass. He clutched at the bed and was soon pushing back as Cameron sank into his hole again. They built up a steady pace, one that made the bed rock beneath them, and Trey’s cock felt too confined, to restricted, and he reached underneath him and ripped his boxers open from the fly until tattered remains hung around his waist. Freed, his cock swung heavily between his thighs.

Cameron increased his pace, grew more physical in his fuck until the sound of hips banging against ass echoed in the room. Trey couldn’t get enough of Cameron’s fuck, felt his own aroused state increased until he had to stroke his own cock. Furiously, he stroked it as Cameron thrust cock into his depths with a brutal pace.

Then his hole was empty, and Cameron was manhandling him to roll over. He flipped to his back and held his legs up. He looked at Cameron in a new light. No longer someone who would be submissive to his fuck, but one fucking him, the top in their arrangement. He watched him take his legs behind the thighs and push them down until his knees pushed into the bed either side of his chest. Folded in half, ass turned upward, with the remains of his boxers ticklish to his stomach, he watched Cameron push the big thick cock down until aimed at his hole. The head touched him, then in one push, sank all the way into his body. He sucked a lung full of air and threw his head back as Cameron began to fuck. Long full strokes, letting him feel every inch, then the hard fast fuck of someone fucking to cum.

The bed squeaked and rocked beneath him as Cameron showed his stamina, body tight and glistening with sweat but not slowing. The sound of hips banging against his ass grew louder, frighteningly louder, and Trey tried to tell Cameron to slow down, to not be so rough, but the pleasure of it was too great. He lay back, reached between them, and stroked his own cock as Cameron hammered his hole.

Cum hit his chin then roped up his chest as he came. He shuddered and felt his opening spasm around Cameron’s cock as it kept up a relentless fuck. He kept stroking his cock, feeling it flex with each ejaculation as hot cum landing on his chest and stomach.

“Fucking whore,” Cameron exclaimed as the scent of cum filled the room.

Cameron continued to fuck until sweat rained down on Trey. Then Trey felt hands on his thighs tighten and push down harder and Cameron’s fuck grew more physical, then the familiar cry out of a man in the ecstasy of release. Hips slammed against his ass, then shuddered as cock filled him with cum. Then the slow grind of cock in his hole until Cameron was completely spent.

Cameron falls over Trey and they lay gasping for breath feeling the slickness of their hot sweaty skin and the cooling puddles of cum on Trey’s chest.

“That was hot as fuck,” said Ashton, and Trey jerks his head up and see Cameron’s roommate sitting not three feet away, naked, stroking a wet cock with cum covering his stomach.

Cameron laughs.