Brews of Robusta
Elliott looked around the small coffee shop at the other students. It was a perfect place to study them, to give measure to each one. To ask himself which ones he felt an attraction. The redhead dressed in a blue top or the blonde opposite her twirling a pen as they talked. At the storefront sitting alone, the girl with short black hair, almost androgynous in appearance. She was the one…except…there was the guy with dark hair slightly longer than most wearing a tank top revealing nice shoulders.
Elliott found his eyes going to a few other guys, knowing some he found just as attractive as girls. He had never acted on it because it would mean something. As he looked, he thought about it, but he didn’t dare take his attraction further. It would mean he wasn’t as portrayed to friends, family, and the people around him. It would mean he was different. No one wanted to be different, did they?
He looked toward the pickup counter seeing Brody Roberts stepping away with two coffees. He knew Brody was five ten, three inches taller than him. He knew Brody had an average build, light brown hair underneath the baseball cap and dark brown eyes. He knew because Brody Roberts was his best friend since middle school. They were freshman at State, dormmates, and in moments of absolute honesty with himself, the object of his most secret desire. For Brody, he would cross that line.
Of all the guys that captured his attention, it was the one most familiar, the one he spent the most time making him think of it. The one he most wanted to try it with.
“Your caramel Frappuccino,” said Brody, setting a cup in front of him.
“Thanks.”
“I’m not ready for that calculus exam,” Brody blurted out as he sat down, showing it was weighing on him.
“You want my help? We can go over it when we get back to the dorm.”
“That would be great.”
The front door opens and voices carry across the room. Elliott looks up to see two guys come in, one tall and lean, the other average height and muscular. They are joking around, laughing at something said just before entering. He turns his attention back to Brody, afraid to be seen staring and sees Brody looking at them too, then just as quickly, turn back to him.
“You want to drink this on the way back?” said Brody.
“Yes, let’s go.”
A Party
Brody watched Elliott go back into the dining room where snacks were laid out for everyone. Then he looked at the art major again, the one that approached him on the back porch, insinuating an interest. The guy was tall, over six foot, with blonde hair that had to be a dye job. He tried to remember the guy’s name, but when the guy introduced himself, he had been too distracted by the blue eyes and attractive face. But it didn’t really matter, for he didn’t care about getting to know him. He just wanted to have sex with the guy. To fuck around.
Looking at Elliott speaking to a girl as they moved around the dining table, he felt jealous of her. Of all the guys he found attractive, of all the guys he wanted to have sex with, it was Elliott, he found himself turning his attention the most. If only Elliott wasn’t straight.
Maybe he should stop keeping his secret. Maybe he should tell Elliott he was gay.
Maybe he should tell Elliott he liked him.
He imagined the shock Elliott would display. He imagined having to explain himself, to be very specific. Yes, in that way, Elliott. I like you in a physical way. I want to have sex with you. I want you to fuck me.
He imagined doing it all the time. After letting Brandon fuck him at their graduation party at Cheryl Henderson’s home, in that upstairs bedroom, he thought of it with greater intensity. He had the experience of being fucked and he wanted it again. He wanted to feel a guy’s cock hammering his insides. Fucking him as hard and rough as the guy could do it. When he imagined it, bent over, hands holding tight to his waist, rocking with a hard fuck, it was always Elliott’s voice that spoke to him, told him to take it. To take the cock fucking his ass.
If it wouldn’t ruin their friendship, he would offer himself to Elliott, do whatever Elliott wanted. But Elliott was straight and currently talking with that blonde. He turned his attention to the art major, sitting on the floor leaning back against the sofa with a girl and guy sitting on either side of him. The long legs stretched out in front of him and a black T-shirt ripped strategically revealing the left nipple. The art major smiled at him as he rubbed the girl’s leg making her smile, then he rubbed the guy’s leg making him smile.
Fucking tease, Brody thought as he blatantly adjusted his cock, then he climbed to his feet, needing to get away. He went to the hall and looked into the first bedroom to see three girls and one guy on the bed talking. Passing the bathroom door where two girls were waiting to get in, he went to the end of the hall. The bedroom at the end of it had someone playing a guitar and he looked in to see a girl sitting on the bed playing it with several others standing around the room listening. He turned to the closed door and eased it open to find this bedroom empty and dark. Only one lamp dimly lit the room. He was going to back out of the room when someone pushed him into it and closed the door. He turned to see it was the art major.
“You’re not going to try to leave, are you?” said the art major.
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.”
A hand cupped the back of Brody’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. It took his breath, made it suddenly real. After such a long time, he was going to experience it again. He was going to get what he wanted.
Brody groped the art major, manipulated the cock until it was hard. He undid the jeans, got them down with the boxers, and took the cock in hand. He tugged on it until the art major was gasping for breath.
“Fuck me,” said Brody.
He said it. Said what he wanted.
“You like to get fucked?”
“Yes!” Brody exclaimed breathlessly, trying to keep his voice down.
Brody held his arms up, letting his T-shirt be removed. He undid his jeans and pushed everything down until below his knees as they kissed. He felt his exposure. He felt his nudity as he prepared himself to be fucked by the art major as voices came from the next room. It was risky, taboo, but he didn’t care for he wanted that art major’s cock in his ass. He wanted that art major’s cock fucking him. He stroked it, feeling its length slip through his hand. It was nice, longer than Brandon’s; just not as thick.
The art major spun him around and he bent over, hands on the bed. Cock slapped his ass, rubbed across it, then pumped between the cheeks, pushing up over his lower back.
“Stop teasing me. Put it in me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” uttered Brody.
The art major chuckled, then put the cock to his tight opening.
“You really want to get fucked,” said the art major.
“Yes. Fuck me,” said Brody, then he shuddered as cock breached his tightness and bore into his depths. “Yeah, push that cock into me. Push every fucking inch in me.”
Hips pressed against his ass, and Brody knew he had every bit of the art major’s cock. He pulled forward, then pushed back on it.
“Fuck,” said the art major.
“Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” said Brody.
The hands on his waist tightened and the art major began to fuck him. A long pull outward, then a push inward, all the way, and Brody exhaled as if the air was being pushed out of him by the cock.
The art major built up his pace, fucking faster and faster, until the sound of hips smacking against ass filled the room. Brody felt his own cock swing heavily between his thighs and he clutched the bed relishing the fullness of every penetrating push inward.
“Fuck me harder. Harder,” said Brody.
A hand moved from his waist to the center of his back and rubbed upward until fingers combed through his hair, pushing the cap off. The hand became a fist and was tugging his head back until his hands lifted off the bed. He felt his body bend back, exposed and aroused. He took his own cock and stroked it as the art major tugged his head back and fucked his ass. Fucked it with such urgency, a physicality that made Brandon’s hand slaps on his ass while fucking him pale in comparison. He rocked with every shove into his depths while feeling his own cock ache for release.
“Jesus, don’t stop, keep fucking. Fuck me. Fuck me,” Brody exclaimed
The hand let his hair go and slipped around his neck. The art major bearhugged their bodies together and kept fucking. Brody felt the heat of the chest and stomach against his back, the contact making him sweat. He felt the undulation of the body as it fucked him, relentlessly, not slowing, and he savored it, relished the feel of the cock battering his insides.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” said the art major.
“Do it. Do it. Pump it in me,” exclaimed Brody as he felt his own imminent release.
The art major shoved into his ass roughly and shuddered and jerked against his body, and Brody knew he was taking the art major’s load. It pushed him over the edge and his own cock exploded with his release. He shuddered with every ejaculation.
“Fuck; that was hot,” said the art major.
“We’re not done,” exclaimed Brody, turning on the art major and spinning him around. He pushed him onto the bed and climbed over the prone body. He wanted to be fucked again. He wanted that art major’s cock in his ass. To feel the fullness of its penetration.
“You want to fuck me?” said the art major.
“No. I want you to fuck me again,” said Brody as he moved his ass over the still hard cock. He worked his ass back and forth over it as cum trickled out of his ass. “Fuck…feels so good,” he uttered as he felt the cock flex against his ass.
Brody rose on his knees, took the art major’s cock, and sat on it. He just dropped down on the cock taking every inch and worked his ass around, then he began to move up and down. The art major groaned and whimpered as he moved with greater intensity, fucking his ass on the cock.
Elliott stood at the door, cracked just wide enough to let him see Brody ride that art major’s cock. Up and down, working the ass on it until the bed began to squeak. He heard the art major’s moans and utterances, then he heard Brody. Too loud. Too aggressive.
“Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!”
Elliott looked toward the open door of the other bedroom, knowing they had to be able to hear. He turned back to Brody and the art major, as Brody moved on that cock.
“Goddamn, that feels good…so good,” exclaimed Brody.
Elliott slipped into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He stood in the dark corner and watched. His best friend, someone he had considered sex with but never dare think it was a possibility, work their ass on another guy’s cock. Up and down with such physicality it was shocking. He watched that long cock come into view and just as quickly disappear again in Brody’s ass. It made his cock stir, forcing him to adjust it so it could stretch out and harden. He wanted to take it out, to stroke it as Brody fucked himself on that art major’s cock.
He watched Brody fuck himself on that cock as he considered the implications. It was feasible. The possibility of sex between them. If he just dared to admit to Brody he wanted it too.
Brody roughly pulled the art major to sit up and with arms around the lean torso, rolled them over until he was on his back.
“Fuck me. Fuck me,” exclaimed Brody.
Yeah, fuck him, Elliott thought as he watched the art major shift into position, put Brody’s legs over his shoulders, then fuck. Fucked hard enough to rock the bed.
“Harder. Fuck me harder,” exclaimed Brody.
The art major fucked harder, until hips smacked against the ass. Then he took Brody’s legs behind the knees, pushed them over and down until pressed against the chest and he was hovering over the folded body, and he fucked.
Elliott could see Brody’s ass turned up from the bed. He could see that art major’s cock pumping into it. The fuck was fast, but then it was faster, rougher, hips smacking against the upturned ass.
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me. Pump that cock in my ass,” exclaimed Brody.
Elliott couldn’t take it. He undid his jeans and took his cock out. He ran his hand over the flared head, smearing the wetness over it, then he stroked it, all eight inches as the art major pummeled Brody’s ass.
“I’m going to cum!” said the art major.
Elliott watched the art major shove cock into Brody’s ass, then hammer hips against it trying to push deeper, then shuddered and jerked with release.
“Fuck,” Elliott whispered as he watched the art major slow fuck the last of his load into Brody’s ass.
“Did you like watching?” said the art major.
Suddenly Elliott was fully aware of what he had done. He had sneaked into the bedroom and watched the art major fuck his best friend, and he stood frozen in the corner of the room as the art major climbed off the bed.
Brody lay on it, jeans and boxers around his ankles, hard cock hovering over his stomach.
“Elloitt! What are you doing here?” said Brody.
“I was looking for you and…”
“I think he wants to fuck you,” said the art major as he got dressed.
“What?” said Elliott.
“Elliott?” said Brody.
Elliott couldn’t respond to Brody. He turned his attention to the art major watching him get jeans zipped up. He was standing there, cock out, rock hard, while his best friend lay on the bed, also rock hard, and knew this was the moment. The time to act. He just had to say it to make it real.
“Have fun,” said the art major, slapping Elliott on the shoulder, then slipping out of the room.
“Elliott?” said Brody as he began to slow stroke his cock. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” Elliott whispered.
“Do you really?”
“Yes.”
“Will you come over here?”
“Yes.”
“Will you fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“You saw what I like. Will you do it like that?”
Elliott moved to the bed, tugging his T-shirt off. At the side of the bed, Brody staring at him, first in the eyes, then at his dripping cock, he pushed his jeans and boxers down until around his ankles and climbed on the bed. He knee walked up to Brody as legs were held up for him. He pulled the jeans and boxers off, tossing them to the floor, then grabbed each ankle and spread the legs wide apart. He moved up to the ass and pushed his cock against it, then rubbed it, smearing the cum leaking from it.
“Elliott, don’t tease me. Shove that cock in my ass and fuck me.”
“You like it rough?”
“Yes, the rougher the better.”
Elliott aligned his cock with Brody’s ass. He put it against the leaking hole and pushed hard enough for Brody to feel it. Then he shoved forward, burying his cock inside him. He pushed until his hips were against the ass, then he began to fuck. To fuck his first man in the ass. To work his cock through that loosened opening until his toes curled and he was gasping for breath. He fucked as hard and fast as he could.
He fucked Brody Roberts in the ass.
His best friend and the man he wanted in ways that until that moment he couldn’t admit. But holding the ankles as he fucked him, he no longer feared what it meant. He wanted it. This hard fuck. This sex with another man…with Brody Roberts. He wanted it with such desire it made him breathless.
Elliott watched Brody jacking off as he fucked him. He looked at the body, the masculine nature of it. He watched Brody pinch a right nipple and arch the torso upward, pushing ass down on his cock as he shoved into its depths. He looked down watching his cock come into view then disappear.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Elliott. Harder. Fuck me harder.”
“Fuck. Take me. Take my cock,” Elliott replied as he pulled the legs to his chest and hammered the ass. “Take my fucking cock. Take it; take it. Take me.”
“I’m going to cum!” exclaimed Brody.
Elliott watched how Brody’s head tilted back as the eyes closed. He saw him arch the torso and slam a tight fist down the cock, then shudder with release as the cock erupted. Cum roped up the chest then rained down on the stomach.
Elliott was close, so fucking close, and he pushed Brody’s legs down on the cum covered chest and fucked the upturned ass with a brutal pace. He pummeled Brody’s insides until he too needed to cum.
“Pump it in me. Do it. Do it, Elliott!”
“FUCK!” exclaimed Elliott as he shoved into Brody’s depths and came.
They used Brody’s boxers to wipe off the cum, tossing them in the trash. They got dressed, not saying anything, just giving each other smiling stares. Elliott eased the door open and saw the hall was clear. They eased out, closing the door behind them. He looked in the back bedroom seeing it was empty too.
“Everyone must be in the living room or out back,” whispered Brody.
They eased down the hall and into the living room where the art major was on the sofa between the girl and guy from earlier. The art major smiled at them, then turned and kissed the guy as the girl looked at them with a knowing smile.
Elliott wasn’t sure what to do. Should they go to the backyard and hang out or go to the dining room and see what was left of the snacks. He just knew he didn’t want to hang out in the living room, to the stares from the art major and his two friends.
He started to turn toward the dining room when Brody took his hand and pulled him toward the front door.
“Let’s go back to the dorm.”
A Short Walk Becomes a Journey
Brody led them out of the old neighborhood to the street that would take them back to campus. They strolled along the sidewalk, stepping over the heaved-up sections. It was late, and the night was cool.
“You’re gay?” said Brody after they had passed a couple of houses.
“Bi,” Elliott replied but it felt like a cop out, like he was still holding back. “But I’ve wanted to do it with you for a long time.”
“Do you like me?”
Elliott heard it, some doubt in Brody’s voice.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
Elliott turned and looked at Brody. “Yes.”
“I like you too.”
“Did you think of it with me before tonight?”
“All the time.”
They crossed the street entering the campus. It was quieter than the neighborhood, no one about as they moved between buildings. The dorm was in sight when Brody took Elliott by the hand and pulled him into a jog.
“Come on, let’s get back to our room.”
Brody closed their door and locked it as Elliott moved into the room and sat on his bed. He wanted them to have sex again. He wanted it with such desire his cock stirred in their confines. He wondered if Brody was too tired, spent from having sex with the art major then with him. He watched him turn from the door and smile, then tug off his T-shirt.
“Will you do it with me again?” said Brody, as he began to undo his jeans.
“Yes,” Elliott replied, smiling with the realization Brody wanted it too. He watched Brody spread the jeans open revealing the cock. He watched the jeans tugged down and Brody hop on one foot then the other, getting them off while approaching him. When Brody stood before him, naked, cock flexing with arousal, he reached out, took him by the waist and pulled him to stand between his legs as he captured the cock in his mouth.
“Fuck! Elliott,” uttered Brody.
Elliot worked his mouth on the cock until it was fully erect and Brody stepped back. He had to raise his arms as Brody tugged on his T-shirt and once free of it, saw Brody toss it across the room. Brody pushed him back and worked his jeans undone, then tugged on the pant legs until each foot was free and he was naked. Propped on elbows he looked down his body at Brody going to the knees between his legs. He watched him take his cock, tug on it, manipulated it until growing erect, then he watched Brody suck.
He tilted his head back and moaned as the mouth moved on his cock. He shivered when the tongue moved over the head of it. Brody sucked his cock until he thought he would come in the mouth, but Brody stopped, sitting up between his legs.
“I want you inside me again,” said Brody.
Elliott slid across the bed until his back was against the wall and watched Brody climb on the bed and straddle him. They kissed and touched bare flesh and tugged on hard cocks.
“Sit on it. Sit on my cock,” said Elliott as Brody moved up close, dripping cock raking across his chest. He felt a hand hold his cock up then Brody’s ass slid down it. “Fuck,” Elliott exclaimed.
“Yeah, fuck; fuck me,” said Brody as he moved up and down.
It didn’t take long, and Brody was moving with an urgency, slamming his ass down on Elliott’s cock. He leaned back, resting on each hand, working his ass as fast as he could.
Elliott watched the ass move on his cock and Brody’s cock flop around heavily. He relished how it felt, but he wanted to be in control, the one setting the pace, and he sat up, grabbed Brody, pulling the bodies together and rolled him to his back. He moved over the prone body, buried his cock back in the ass, and fucked. He fucked as hard as he could, shoving his cock into its depths.
“Fuck. Elliott. Fuck me,” Brody exclaimed then cried out with moans and grunts as Elliott’s hips smacked against his upturned ass.
“You want my cock?” uttered Elliott.
“YES!”
“You want me to pump a load into that ass?”
“YES!”
“Tell me, tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me, Elliott. Fuck my ass. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it into me.”
It was new to Elliott, this aggressiveness, the desire for a physical fuck, but he sensed an understanding. Brody’s desire to feel a man’s cock inside him, fucking him, pumping a load into him. He saw it in the eyes, how they pleaded for him to fuck.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking,” pleaded Brody.
Elliott leaned over him, put a hand on the side of the head and held him down as he hammered the ass. The bed rocked in its metal frame, eventually squeaking as Elliott fucked as hard as he could.
“Pump it in me. Do it. Fuck me,” pleaded Brody.
Elliott felt the surge of impending release. He felt how his muscles tightened and his breathing became labored. He lost his rhythm and just slammed cock into Brody’s ass, hammering it until he could no longer hold back.
“OH!” Brody cried out, and Elliot saw cum rain down on the stomach. Brody was coming and it pushed him over the edge. He shoved into Brody’s depths and tried to push deeper, hammering his hips against the ass, as he came.
Elliott lay breathless on the bed as Brody licked his slimy cock clean. He shivered with the feel of the mouth moving over his sensitive head then exhaled heavily when it descended down his half hard cock. Then Brody sat up and leaned to him, kissing him. He tasted the cum as their tongues dueled.
Brody sat up and smiled. “Thanks. That was perfect.”
“It was intense.”
Brody climbed off the bed and Elliott looked at the body, the flaccid cock he knew was about seven or eight inches long with an arrow shaped head, and the nut sac once again hanging long behind it. Then he saw the hand extended out to him.
“Come on, Elliott, shower with me.”
The shower ran hot as Brody slowly bathed Elliot, ran hands over the chest, down the stomach and without hesitancy, over the cock and ass. Elliott stood under the spray, bracing himself on the wall as he watched. He wondered how things would play out for them. To share a dorm room, having the privacy to explore their sexuality, Brody’s aggressiveness while bottom and his finding it so arousing, so intoxicating, he didn’t have words to describe how it made him feel.
“You don’t have any regrets, do you?” said Brody when he came to stand in front of him.
“No. None,” Elliott replied.
Brody smiled, then kissed him.
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