Ass Play

I was hot. Hot as fuck. My skin was covered in sweat and every breath was difficult. Mid-nineties and humidity out the ass, all made worse for I was in a small clearing beneath the hot mid-day sun. And I was horny as hell.

Bent at the waist, hands on knees, I was gasping for breath, feeling the heat of my body. A heat, almost like a fever. My shirt lay over the handlebars of my bike, my shorts and briefs around my ankles and Sean Dalton is licking my ass. Just slobbering all up and down it, his tongue seems to be everywhere all at once. Licking the back of my nuts, along the perineum, over the tight rosebud of my opening, then all the fucking way up to my lower back. At one point he even took my hanging nuts into his mouth and pulled them back until I shuddered with the pleasure/pain of it. I held my head down and watched my own cock flex and grow harder. Jesus, I thought I would stroke out. My heart felt like it was going to bust out of my chest. And that goddamn tongue just kept working up my sweaty ass, circling my tight little rosebud, then down again.

“Fuck,” I uttered as I felt Sean’s hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide apart. Then it felt like Sean was trying to shove his face up my ass. He just buried it into my sweaty ass and licked and licked…and licked.

I tightened my hold of both knees, held my head down watching my cock flex up and down, wondering how anyone could take such attention. Sean Dalton’s tongue working them over would be too much. A slurping sucking noise and I nearly pitched over. His hands hold my waist as tongue works my rosebud loose. The tongue circles it, works around it until I don’t know if I’m wet from sweat or from him drooling in my ass.  I knew I would soon be asking for more.

But here’s the thing. Sean is not the first at this eighteen-year old’s ass. No, that honor falls to Chad Stewart, or Zeus as his friends jokingly called him.

 

There were three days left in the school year and then graduation. I was finally graduating. I was eighteen by four days and once a diploma was in my hand, I was going to be a man. Or that is what I kept telling myself as I showered alone in the gang shower after waiting out the other guys, fucking around in the gym as long as I could get away with hit, then fucking around in the locker room while the other guys showered and got dressed. You see, I wasn’t ashamed of my body, worried I didn’t measure up, for I had seen the others plenty to know I fit right in with them. I was five foot nine, one hundred and forty pounds of lean teenager, like most of the others. The few jocks didn’t throw out the balance. The problem was a lack of trust in myself. I knew if I showered with the other guys, I could spring a hard-on. Just thinking of the other guys would give me one. How often I had to adjust cock in a class, or riding the bus home, or sitting in the bleachers with my friends watching some jock strut down a court or field.  The showers off the dressing room was a whole different level of horror, of the possibility of outing my ass in this smalltown school, where life could be more than unfair. It could be downright cruel.

I thought I had the showers alone, knowing it was the end of the day, sixth period and no more guys to show up. I shampooed my hair then soaped up my body. I turned my back to the wall and stepped back until the shower cascaded over my shoulders, then held my head back and worked my fingers through my hair to remove all the shampoo. I heard movement, sensed I was no longer alone. I quickly rinsed my face and rubbed the water from my eyes so I could open them. I nearly gasped for standing across the room in the doorway was Chad Stewart. Zeus. The biggest jock at the high school. I suddenly remembered the coach calling him to his office, no doubt to shoot the shit over Chad’s scholarship to play baseball at Auburn. I’d forgotten, and now I stood facing him, the two of us naked. I turned to the wall and held my head under the spray as nonchalantly as I could manage. I heard him chuckle. Then I heard the shower right the fuck next to me come on and glanced over to see that six-foot-three-inch god of sports moving under it.

“Hey, why are you always last?” he asked.

“What?”

“You heard me. Why do you fuck around to always be last.”

“I’m shy,” I lied through my teeth. Better to say you’re an introverted shy boy than you’re gay and afraid of springing a hard-on over how hot you think all the boys are. The former gets a bit of teasing, the latter an ass whooping.

“Fuck; why does coach make us play when there are only three days left. Why can’t we goof off then just leave for the day.”

Good question. “To get some last-minute torturing in while he is able?” I joked.

“No doubt.”

I grow brave and look over at Zeus…I mean Chad. The muscular body, pecs and abs like you see in magazines and the fucker is only eighteen. Goddamn, life is not fair. He runs his hands through his long blonde hair, and I see the biceps bulge and the dark blonde underarm hair. I look at the nipples, the size of nickels and getting hard. I look down at his cock. It hangs heavy over the loose sac. As I daringly look, Zeus soaps it up, runs his hand over it far longer than necessary, and I see the cock thicken, start to elongate. The head begins to peep out of the loose skin.

Fuck, the bastard is getting aroused. I glance down and see my cock angling outward, the head flaring wider and wider. A ‘me too’ moment that had me thinking I had to turn away from him. I see a bar of soap land on the floor.

“Oops,” Zeus uttered, and I hear the humorous tone.

Seriously, dropped soap in the shower? By Zeus?

I see him bend over to pick it up, and as his fingers close around the bar, he looks up at me.

“You too,” he uttered with a wicked grin.

“What?” I stammered in a dumb ass reply, as if I didn’t know what he was talking about. It was hovering in the bastard’s face, all seven inches of it.

“Yeah, okay, but Cody, you do have a nice round ass. I bet it is nicer than Lisa Marie’s.”

“I wouldn’t know,” I reply turning to get my cock out of his face. He must have thought I was putting my ass in his face instead, for a hand came down on it, rubbing around its curvature. I gasped and nearly shot forward into the wall. He laughed, then stood next to me.

“Have you ever messed around with another guy? You know, just to see what it’s like?”

I was stunned. Zeus wanted to know if I fucked around with a guy before. Was he fucking teasing me? Was he trying to out me or something. I just turned to look at him to see if he was serious or about to laugh at his own lame joke.

He looked serious, and nothing showed how serious more than him stroking his cock. It was hard. It was thick and long, and the skin was pulled back revealing a wide red head.

“Are you serious?” I stammered. I wanted to say what the fuck, or stop, or are you queer or something. Yeah, that last one would have been the ultimate in hypocrisy.

“You are as hard as I am, and what made you that way, I don’t give a shit. But what I want to know is whether, or not you want to do something about it, or should I just jerk off?”

I stood staring, up into his eyes, then down at that impressive piece he was slowly stroking. I wanted to say yes; yes, I wanted to fuck around with him, but the words just would not come. He must have sensed my intimidation for he moved closer until pressed against my side. One hand rubbed my back and down over my ass. The other moved down my chest, over my stomach, until his fingers were wrapping around my cock.

“You got a nice cock,” he whispered, as he began to jack it.

I exhaled like it was my last breath as his hand moved on my cock. I was so hard, so rock hard I knew I wouldn’t last. I didn’t notice how the other hand was working fingers down between my cheeks until he was touching my tight little opening.

Then I was facing the wall, bracing myself with my hands. The two showers continued to run, steaming up the room, making it feel hot, and behind me, Zeus was squatting down. Hands spread my ass cheeks, then a wet slick tongue licked upward followed by the scruffy chin. I couldn’t help it. I moaned, whorishly, and I heard him chuckle, then bury his face in my ass again.

I pressed hard against that tiled wall, knuckles white, as my heart pounded away in my chest. But all I could focus on was that tongue licking away at my ass. Upward, over and over, until I shuddered every time it raked over my tight little opening. Or it was tight, before Zeus worked his tongue into it. He pulled on my legs, and I stepped back, body angled outward. He pushed my legs apart and I never felt so naked in my life. Cock hung heavily between my thighs, my ass spread wide with his tongue licking and probing at my opening.

A hand moved around my waist, and fingers circled my tightening sac. The bastard tugged downward, hard, forcing the nuts into the bottom of it. I shivered and jerked, wondering how much I could take. Then he was stroking my cock while continuing to tongue my ass. I rocked on my feet, pushing cock through his fist and my ass against his face. I moaned and grunted and let slip what I was thinking.

“Do it. Lick me. Lick me, ya bastard,” I uttered as I felt my body tighten with my growing arousal.

That tongue left my ass, and I looked over my shoulder in time to see Zeus stand, then smack my left ass cheek. It burned and I shuddered. And I felt my cock flex. I looked down and saw it drool, a long strand hanging down almost to the floor. I saw his feet move up close and kick my feet apart some more.

“Let’s see if you’re ready,” he uttered.

I held my head down, knowing what he intended to do. I wanted it, no matter how much it was going to hurt. I felt him rub his cock across my ass, then up and down the spit slick crevice. He rubbed it over my rosebud until I was pushing back, and I heard him chuckle again.

“Yeah, you’re ready,” he uttered, as he put that cock to my opening and pushed.

I thought I would pass out. The pain of the stretch seemed to run straight up my spine. I couldn’t imagine it, my hole stretching enough to take his cock, but suddenly the head slipped into me, then a few inches of the shaft. He held still as I slowed by breathing and waited to feel my tightness loosen to his penetration.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he uttered.

Not anymore, I thought as I found myself pushing back on his cock.

He laughed, took a hold of my waist, and began to fuck. He pushed into my depths, depths that seemed impossible, then he tugged outward until I felt empty. Over and over, he worked his cock into my hole until I loosened to it.

“Fuck…fuck…” I uttered breathlessly.

“Yeah, fuck. Fuck,” he mimicked me as his pace increased. He worked his hips until he was in a steady rhythm. Cock bore into my depths and tugged outward so fast I began to lose the sense of its direction. All I knew it was moving inside me, through me, tugging at my opening, banging my insides until I saw stars. I didn’t think it could get more aroused. Then I felt him take my cock again and stroked it with the same urgency.

“Jesus, Chad, fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

He didn’t laugh this time. He huffed and grunted. He manhandled my cock, smacked up against my ass, then bit down on my shoulder. He shoved into my depths, pushing me against the wall, and ground his hips against my ass. Then he bellowed like a bull, as he jerked and shuddered, filling my ass with his load.

When he pulled out and stepped back, I took my own cock in hand and turned to face him. I wanted him to see me. To watch me jerk off. I leaned back against the wall and stroked my cock. I stared at him, watching his eyes look up and down my body, then focus on my cock. I saw the stare as my hand moved along my slick cock. Then he moved to me, knocked my hand away and squatted in front of me. I looked down in shock, then in satisfaction, knowing even Zeus would suck cock when aroused enough.

“Suck it,” I uttered as he held my cock at the base and looked at the drooling head. “Go on, suck it.”

He stuck out his tongue and I watched him drag it over the head of my cock. It sent shivers down my spine. He looked up and smiled.

“Not bad,” he whispered, then sank his mouth over the head and took over half of my cock.

I wish I could say I lasted a long time, made that jock suck my cock until his jaw ached. But the truth of the matter is I was too aroused, on the verge of coming a few times during our fuck, and when he sank his mouth down on my cock, it took only a few seconds of him working lips along it for me to blow. I shuddered, and shoved forward choking the bastard, painted his tonsils with cum, then filled his mouth until he was swallowing around my spurting cock.

I had to push him off, for he just kept nursing it as if one more drop might leak out. I had never come so hard or so completely. I was spent. And suddenly aware of still being in a very public shower on school grounds.

“I’ve got to go,” as I rushed past the big guy, hearing him laugh behind me as I left the room.

 

Those last two days of class were weird. Sense 8 or Black Mirror fucked up weird. Ole Chad came to school the next day and acted as before our little romp in the showers. He practically ignored me, as he had been doing for four years, ever since it became obvious, I would be no jock.

But at the end of the day, sixth period P.E., I found the bastard coming into the shower room late, later than I, and he sucked my cock, ate out my ass, then fucked me until I came again. And the last day, the day when we did nothing but talk about our futures, our dreams, and how we finally made it to the end of our public schooling, in P.E. the coach had told us to clean out our lockers, and those who drove to school could leave. I didn’t have a car or truck, so I assumed I’d be hanging around for the bus. When I headed back to the main building, gym clothes stuffed into my backpack, Chad fell in beside me, slowing to my stride.

“You need a ride?” he had asked.

“You offering?” My reply had been sarcastic.

I got into his Jeep and let him drive us to the old cotton gin mill down Mystic Springs Road. The lot was grown up, the buildings fallen in. It had not been operational for a hundred years and the family that owned the land had not lived in the area for decades, just letting nature take it back.

Chad followed the fire lane around the site until we were in a stand of pine and out of sight. I sucked his cock. He sucked mine, then ate me out. Then he lay me in the back of the Jeep, ass right at the edge of the door, and fucked me.

Then summer arrived, freedom before the next phase of our lives, and Chad Stewart, the jock, the man with a scholarship, was gone. He had summer practice and a need for an early start.

For the next two weeks, I rode my bike, hung out with friends at each other’s home playing video games, watching television, or just listening to music. And I thought about Chad and losing my virginity to the jock. It seemed off, like there should have been more. But I found myself being bolder, looking at other guys more openly. Travis at the tire store who was two years older. Ricky at the grocery store checking out the customers as I checked him out. Bill who worked at the bank as a teller who was mid-twenties but looked a hell of a lot younger. Wyatt who lived down the street, a year younger, jailbait I now called him when I saw him mowing grass or riding his bike without a shirt on. Jason from mom’s church who lived over in Opp. A shy introverted boy who was my age and a graduate of some private academy, probably religious. I went with mom to church one Sunday, and I swear he followed me into the bathroom to check me out. I had imaged him pushed into a stall and sucking my cock.

It would be none of them that became my summer fling. It would be someone unexpected, someone who had been in my class in school that I’d never imagined capable. But then Chad had been a devilish surprise, so I should not have been surprised this time.

 

It was a Thursday morning, and I found myself on my bike just cruising around town. I swung through the fast-food joint out on 31 for a biscuit, then just rode around, cutting through neighborhoods, and even down Main Street of the two blocks of businesses. It was getting near noon when I pulled into a convenience store for water. The day had turned hot, hotter than predicted, and the humidity made it feel worse. I was soaked to the bone with sweat. I wiped my face and slugged back one of the bottles of water. I was about to climb back on my bike when Sean Dalton coasted up on his bike.

“Hey,” he said as he climbed off his bike.

“Hey,” I replied, not sure what to say to him. He had shown up at our school in the tenth grade, having moved from the north end of the state. He played baseball and football but calling him a jock didn’t seem to fit. He wasn’t like Chad, all bulked up from weightlifting, instead he was tall and lean. And he wasn’t one full of himself, always bragging about the pussy he got. He was the quiet one, the one that was on the periphery, never the center of attention.

And I knew very little about him. I didn’t know what his parents did in town, if he had any siblings, or what his personal interests were.

“You’ve been riding a while,” Sean said as he laid his bike down.

“Not too long; it’s just so hot.”

“I’m getting extra water because it is worse than I expected.”

“I did the same,” holding up the three bottles I intended for my backpack.

He went into the store as I tossed my empty bottle, got my backpack arranged with the other three down in the bottom, then sat on the edge of the sidewalk, legs outstretched, just catching my breath as I contemplated where I would ride next.

Sean came out and surprised me by sitting next to me.

“Where are you riding to next?” he asked.

“I don’t know…around?”

“I was going to ride to the park.”

I knew he didn’t mean the one in town, the small park to the east with a playground, a Little League diamond, and a scattering of small pavilions with picnic tables. He meant the nearby state park, over two thousand acres around a man-made lake and miles of bike trails. It was almost an eight-mile bike ride to get there.

“It’ll be busy.”

“The picnic areas and around the lake, but not the bike trails.”

“I’ve not ridden them.”

“Really? Why not?”

“None of my friends cared about going out there, so I’ve not been.”

“You want to go now. I hate riding alone and probably shouldn’t do so on the trails.”

I looked around to see if he was serious. Yeah, he was serious, as I looked into his green eyes. I finally noticed he had cut his hair short and the red in it really shined in the bright sunlight.

“Sure, I’ll ride with you.”

 

Eight miles along county roads, dodging pulpwood trucks and pickups, we got to the park and didn’t stop, cutting through the picnic area until on the first trail. I followed Sean, since he knew them, and it would allow me to watch him. The long lean torso, the biceps bulging with him pulling on the handlebars, and those long legs, calves flexing with his exertions. When not fighting for control, when the trail leveled out giving us a break, I fantasied about ole Sean. Of me naked before him, of him doing as Chad had done, then me down on all fours like an animal, taking his fuck. I played out the different scenarios, imagined how it would feel, what a fuck from Sean would be like, growing erect as I did.

We rode hard for nearly thirty minutes, and when Sean finally stopped it was as far back into the park as we could get. A small clearing in the trees where a short connection cut through, lobing off a large loop along the back of the property. We didn’t say anything at first, for we were gasping for breath and desperate for water. We emptied one of our bottles, pouring the last bit over our heads.

“Fuck, it’s hot,” Sean uttered as he put the empty bottle into his pack.

“Yes,” I stammered, still breathless.

“I’ve got to cool down some,” said Sean as he tugged at his jersey until it was over his head. He stuffed it into his pack.

I tried not to do it, but I stared at that bare torso. The definition of his body shocked me, for I had assumed he was skinny like most boys his build, but beneath the clothes there was a body like a swimmer or a track athlete. And the trail of hair down the stomach and thick underarm hair added to his masculinity.

“That T-shirt is going to cook you in this heat. You should take it off,” said Sean.

“It is trapping heat,” I mumbled in reply. I tug it over my head and notice Sean is watching me. I ring out the sweat and draped it over the handlebars. Despite the sun’s heat on my skin, a slight breeze provides some relief.

“Riding makes you horny too?”

I looked up at Sean, shocked at the question. Then I saw it, his cock visibly pressing against the front of his shorts. I look down and see mine is just as prominent, but it isn’t from riding or the heat, its from daydreaming about fucking around.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Sean chuckled, then looked around like he wanted to make sure no one was around.

“Chad said we should hang out.”

“What?”

“Chad told me the two of us might have similar interests.”

“What did he tell you?”

“Just that,” Sean replied as he openly adjusted his cock. “Was he wrong?”

“Are you…I mean…do you think I’m…”

I was stammering like a goddamn fool. Grow a pair, I told myself, then looked him in the eye.

“Yes, I’m gay,” Sean replied before I could say anything. “I think you are too,” he added.

“Yes.”

“How did Chad find out?”

“He…well…we found ourselves alone in the shower room.”

Sean laughed.

“Seriously? You got Chad to do something? And at school in the shower room? Holy shit.”

“I was shocked too.”

“I bet. God, and with that cock, I mean…damn. So, you are willing but…do you find me attractive?”

I stood in shock. Did Sean Dalton just ask me if I thought he was attractive. Do you see this hard-on? It’s for you, you dumb jock.

“Of course, but…do you find me attractive?”

“Of course,” he replied, smiling at me.

 

I was still hot. Hot as fuck. My skin was covered in sweat and every breath was difficult. Mid-nineties and humidity out the ass, all made worse, for Sean Dalton and I were in the small clearing beneath the hot mid-day sun. And I was horny as hell.

Bent at the waist, hands on knees, I was gasping for breath, feeling the heat of my body. A heat, almost like a fever. My shirt lay over the handlebars of my bike, my shorts and briefs around my ankles and Sean Dalton is licking my ass. Just slobbering all up and down it, his tongue seemed to be everywhere all at once. Licking the back of my nuts, along the perineum, over the tight rosebud of my opening, then all the fucking way up to my lower back. At one point he even took my hanging nuts into his mouth and pulled them back until I shuddered with the pleasure/pain of it. I held my head down and watched my own cock flex and grow harder. Jesus, I thought I would stroke out. My heart felt like it was going to bust out of my chest. And that goddamn tongue just kept working up my sweaty ass, circling my tight little rosebud, then down again.

“Fuck,” I uttered as I felt Sean’s hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide apart. Then it felt like Sean was trying to shove his face up my ass. He just buried it into my sweaty ass and licked and licked…and licked.

I tightened my hold of both knees, held my head down watching my cock flex up and down, wondering how anyone could take such attention. Sean Dalton’s tongue working them over would be too much. A slurping sucking noise and I nearly pitched over. His hands hold my waist as tongue works my rosebud loose. The tongue circles it, works around it until I don’t know if I’m wet from sweat or from him drooling in my ass.  I knew I would soon be asking for more.

I see him undo his shorts, work to get his own cock out, then stroke it as he kept his face buried in my ass. I look at the arrow shaped head and the long shaft that looks thin at first, for I’m comparing it to Chad’s, but when I see how the fingers fit around it, I know it is just as impressive. And I know I’ll feel every fucking inch when he finally puts it in me.

He stands and the shorts and boxers fall around his ankles. I stay bent over, submissive, ready. A hand smacks my ass, hard, the sound of it far too loud. Then I feel it, his cock, rubbing up and down my wet ass. I moan and push back.

“You really want it,” Sean utters.

“Yes,” I reply.

The cock centers on my opening. Then there is a push, then another, and I stretch open to take him. He pushes into me, inch after inch. I believe I have most of it for how deep he feels inside me. Then he pushes deeper, impossibly deep, until I feel him tight to my ass.

“Damn…you got all of me,” he whispers.

Hands hold my waist, helping me to keep my balance, and Sean begins to fuck. He tugs out then pushes in, over and over, slowly at first. I feel every inch push and tug at my opening until I loosen to it. He increases his pace, falls into a steady rhythm that continues to increase until he is hammering my insides and smacking against my ass. The sound echoes in the woods around us. This steady rhythm of flesh hitting flesh. His fingers dig into my sides tightening their grip, and Sean fucks harder, a brutal pace, and my own cock flops heavily between my thighs. It is drooling and flexing with my arousal, and I have to take it in hand.

I’m jacking off and getting fucked. Sweat runs into my face and how it covers my body makes me feel like I’m in an oven. I hold my knees and take every thrust. His fingers dig into my sides as he hammers my ass.

“Fuck…don’t stop,” I utter.

A hand on my shoulder and Sean is pulling me to stand. An arm around my neck and I’m pulled back against his chest, and he hasn’t slowed, just keeps slamming cock into my depths. I keep stroking, moving my hand as fast as he fucks.

I feel the sun on my chest and the sweat trickling down it. I feel that arm tighten around my neck and his hips smack my ass harder, faster, until the sound of it echoes around us. And I feel my impending release. My toes curl and I stroke faster. Then I feel it surge through me, every muscle tightens, and I shudder within Sean’s embrace, thrust my hips forward, and come. I shudder with every ejaculation as my cock flexes in my fist and my ass spasms around Sean’s cock as he keeps going, his pace not slowed.

“Fuck; take me,” Sean bellows and I feel him slam against my ass and jerk and shudder. He’s filled my ass with his load.

Then we are standing next to each other breathing hard. We look at each other and laugh, then we playfully toy with the other’s slimy cock. We don’t lose our erections.

Sean moves in front of me and goes to his knees. He licks the cum from the head of my cock, then sucks it. I brace myself on his shoulders and try not to move as his mouth works my cock. I get so hard, so aroused, the mouth isn’t nearly enough.

“Stand up,” I exclaim, pulling him to get to his feet. I spin him around, seeing him smile as I do so. He bends willingly and I move into place. I rake my cock across his sweaty ass, then up and down the slick crevice.

“Fuck, do it. Stop teasing me,” Sean utters as I feel him push back on my cock.

I laugh, then punch through the tight ring of his opening and bury half my cock inside him. He shudders and moans and pushes back, taking more of my cock. Fuck, he wants it bad.

I hold his waist and fuck. I fuck until my abs burn with the exertion. I fuck until I’m burning up and sweat pours from my skin. I fuck until Sean is begging me to fuck harder. And I do, slamming into his ass with the sound of flesh smacking flesh.

I guide Sean to stand and hold him by the neck below the chin, pulling him back tight against my chest. The heat of flesh against flesh is almost unbearable. The way his back moves slickly against my chest. I move aggressively, thrusting into his depths as hard as I can. Then I tighten my hold of the neck, push his head back, and slam into his depths all the way. My cock swells and flexes with my release.

 

 

The ride back seems twice as long for we’re exhausted. But we laugh and tease each other playfully.

We get to the intersection where we are to part, to finish our rides to our homes.

“When can we get together again?” asked Sean.

“I’m free all summer,” I reply, and we grin foolishly at each other.

 

So, my last carefree summer, the one before college, begins with a new insight into who I am. Still a bit introverted, but now mixed with a confidence previously lacking and a desire to truly explore my sexuality. An exploration that has Sean and I taking advantage of every opportunity, including a couple of camping trips and one beach trip.

But the summer comes to an end, and Sean and I part, each going our own way, pursuing our own dreams. We promise to stay in touch, and even bring that jock bastard, Chad, into our circle of emails and posts.

I pack and shop with mom for new clothes and basic supplies: pens, notebooks, a new backpack. I plan and daydream about what it’ll be like on campus, living in a dorm with a bunch of guys. I wonder how long it’ll take to find a Chad or a Sean or maybe someone completely different.

 

Clothes are hanging in the closet and underwear, T-shirts, socks, and a few toiletries are stashed in the plastic drawers I have positioned beside the desk I have claimed. The linens for the bed sit on it ready to make it up. Across the room, the bed is made, posters on the wall over it, and the desk is covered with textbooks and a laptop. My roommate arrived two days prior and is currently out riding his bike, giving me the room to get settled in.

Oliver Jensen from Blair, Nebraska, some place north of Omaha, is about my height and average build, and after spending half the day with him, I know sizing him up was a waste of time. A nice guy, friendly, good vibes as a roommate, but sexually, nothing. Zip.

Across the hall is Sam and Theo, and next door is Thomas on one side (still waiting for his roommate to show up), and on the other, Eli (again, roommate has yet to arrive), and down the hall next to the elevator there is Noah and Henry. I’ve sized them up, gave measure to the physical, and as much as I would do any one of them, there was no sense any would be willing. But I’ve only been on campus less than a day, so who knows how things would play out. Over the coming days the dorm would fill up and the possibilities would increase, knowing one of these male specimens had to be willing.

I look at the poster for some band over Oliver’s bed and think about the poster I saw in the bookstore in town. I grab up my keys and cellphone and head out. I ease down the hall to the elevator, looking in open doors to see who is around. Button pressed to summon the pathetically slow elevator; I see it is on the ground floor. It starts moving, floor 2, floor 3, then finally arrives at my floor. The door slides open, and I need to step back, for ready to come out is a tall, lanky guy with black hair wearing a basketball jersey revealing his long arms, and cargo shorts. I can’t stop myself; I size him up, head to foot and back up to the crotch, chest, bare shoulders, then back to the face and the brown eyes staring back at me.

“Hey, are you settled in already?” he asked as he stepped out.

“Yes, for the most part,” I replied trying not stare too intently. “I just got here this morning and…”

I was starting to stammer, and he smiled.

“I’ve just got here. I’m Hunter by the way. I’m in room 412.”

“Cody and I’m in 416, so I’m just down the hall from you.”

He stepped closer, really close.

“I’ve got a few boxes to bring up. I’ll buy you dinner if you’ll help me.”

“Yeah, sure,” I reply. Who needs a fucking poster.

“Cool. Let me put this box in my room and then we can go down for more. Do you know if my roommate has shown up?”

I’m following him like a puppy dog, and he had to look back for me to realize I needed to answer him.

“No, I haven’t seen anyone in your room. Thomas in the room between us has arrived and a few others.”

I followed him into his room. It’s odd to see a room devoid of any personal effects. It looks cold with the vinyl floor and painted block walls.  Hunter sets the box on one of the beds and slow turns looking around the room.

“The quiet before the storm,” Hunter jokes. Then he turns to me. “Let’s go get the other boxes then maybe we can do something before dinner.”

I see the look, eyes that scan up and down. I see him adjust his cock, then flex biceps as if strutting for a mate. When he walks past me, our arms brush together. A light touch; bare skin against bare skin. Just the slightest touch, but I consider it the first one. One that will lead to another. I’d help him get those boxes to his room, then I’d see what Hunter was willing to do. As he goes through the door into the hall, he looks back and smiles.

I feel like prey to the hunter, and I smile as I take off to follow.