Boys of College

by Grant

5 Feb 2018 16717 readers Score 8.9 (282 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Dark clouds rolled across the sky, dark and foreboding, making manifest the feelings stirring inside of Kenny. Ominous, as if something dark was about to happen. Climbing out of his mom’s minivan he thought he could smell it, the scent of something burned, acidy; he could almost taste it. The sky darkened, the winds picked up and drops of rain began to fall.

“Come on, Kenny, stop daydreaming and let’s get inside before we get wet” his mother exclaimed as she jogged past dragging his larger suitcase.

Carrying a box, his backpack on his back, he rolled his smaller suitcase after his mother, going up the walk to the dorm that would be home for the next two semesters. It wasn’t supposed to be his dorm, not this one, a newer building only finished a couple of years ago which seniors had first access. He was supposed to be in Sutton Hall, one of the oldest dorms on campus where the freshmen were forced to stay. Kenny hadn’t given it much thought but when he got an emergency notice from the university only two weeks ago all of that changed. The building had burned, a fire on the second floor that raced up to the fourth, heavily damaging the building. It forced the university to quickly find alternate housing for those assigned to it.

At first, he was anxious that the university could come back and tell him he had to wait a year. Once he alleviated that fear, then he created another. He had thought his dorm would be fellow freshman, others like himself, or enough so, he would not feel the anxieties that kept trying to develop all summer. A few days after the initial notice he was sent a second that his living arrangements had been settled, a space became available with a student transferring in Siegel Hall. The email went on about how this was a much better dorm room, one in the campus’ newest buildings and that he would be sharing a room with a senior. His parents were thrilled, telling everyone their little Kenny would be sharing a dorm room with a senior student, someone who could help him get settled on campus.

Kenny viewed it differently.

That morning he had stood in front of the mirror looking at himself, wondering how others would see him as he had done far too often in the last few years. He saw a kid, some skinny, short kid from some backwater town that would be made fun of or worse, bullied. He was five-foot five (with his shoes on) and weighed 112 pounds, something he knew from standing on the scales nearly every day wondering why he couldn’t gain weight. Leaning toward the mirror, looking at his reflection up close, his baby face looked just as smooth as it did from afar. No hint of the small stubble he had to shave off on occasion from his chin and along his jaw. His hair was nearly as blonde as when he was a kid, such a soft yellow and all he could think was how his older brother still called him towhead. He raised his skinny arms revealing the sparsest of hair in each pit and when he brought his arms down he ran one hand down his chest and stomach feeling the flat plane of his torso. Further down he ran his hand over his cock, cupping it and his sac, feeling their weight. Thinking back to his P.E. classes when he had to change in front of the other guys he had realized one place he was not smaller than the others was his cock. He wasn’t the biggest, but he wasn’t the smallest and this had given him some sense of satisfaction, but now, in a dorm full of seniors, all of them at least three years older, more mature, he felt those old anxieties come back to him.

Walking up to the dorm, his anxieties made him short of breath, everything around him alien, blurred from his vision, only the doors in front of him, held open by his mother, fully in focus.

“Come on Kenny…quit dawdling.”

He saw his reflection in the glass by the door, his blonde hair cut short for the first time in years, something he had done to try to look older, less like a kid with hair hanging down in his face. He knew he had grown it long to have it shield his eyes, to hang down over his ears and forehead hiding as much of himself from prying eyes as possible. But he knew it also had made him look even younger, so he had it cut.

His mother set his luggage upright and moved to him, giving him a hug.

“Okay, Kenny, this is it. Are you excited?”

“Yeah…I guess so” Kenny replied smiling as best as he could, suddenly conscious of standing with his mother. She seemed to sense his anxiety of having her there, the sense it was time to go, to let him take it from here. A quick hug, slipping a few twenties into his pocket, she said her goodbyes. He watched her race down the sidewalk in the pouring rain, jump into her minivan and within the briefest of time, she was gone.

There were three other guys waiting on the elevator, each with a gym bag or a box of belongings. Kenny moved up behind them, struggling to roll both suitcases over.

“Hey man, need some help?”

Kenny turned to see a guy standing behind him. Jet black hair and fair skinned with a friendly smile.

“Huh…oh, yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“Not a problem. You must be one of those freshman that got transferred over after the fire” said the guy.

“That obvious?”

“Well…you mother dropped you off and the parents only do that for freshman. Wait and you’ll see. You’ll be on your own from here on out” the guy replied, laughing.  “I’m Roger, by the way.”

“Kenny.”

“Which floor are you on?”

“The third.”

The guy gave Kenny a concerned look, a smirk forming on his face.

“What?” asked Kenny.

“Oh nothing, really…it’s just, the third floor as a bit of a reputation. A little rowdier than the other floors. You should have some fun on that floor.”

“Rowdy?  Oh great” replied Kenny.

The elevator door opened, and Kenny and Roger followed the other three guys into the cab. Roger got off on the third floor rolling the larger suitcase as he followed Kenny. Looking at the numbers on each door, Kenny watched them ascend upward till he came to 312, his room for the next semester. Pushing the door open he was relieved to see his roommate had moved in already but was not there. Moving into the room he saw he would have the bed on the right side of the room. Roger followed him in and rolled the suit case up to the wardrobe that sat on his side of the room.

“It’s not a bad set up. We each get a wardrobe with some drawer space for supplies, and I see your roommate has a frig in the corner, so maybe he’ll let you use it too. Each room as its own lavatory and the bathroom is through this door” said Roger as he pushed open the door near the entry. “It’s not like Sutton where you have one large bathroom per floor. This room, and the next one over, share this small bathroom.”

“Do you know my roommate?  His name is Jonathan…Jon…Jonathan Warren?”

“No…I don’t think…no wait, I think he is the guy on the track team. If I’m right, you’ll rarely see him in the afternoons. Well, I’m out of here. Good luck and if you need anything come up to 422.”

“Okay, I will, and thanks for the help.”

Roger eased out the door pulling it closed. Kenny stood in the middle of the room slowly turning around surveying this place that was to be home. There was a poster of some beach over Jonathan’s bed and a small bulletin board covered in photos. At Jonathan’s desk a stack of textbooks, notebooks, a few pens lying haphazardly around and a photograph of a guy sitting on a beach. ‘Must be Jonathan’ Kenny thought as he walked over for a closer look.

After surveying the room, looking out the window to see what kind of view it afforded, Kenny set about unpacking, hanging up his jeans and shirts, putting t-shirts and underwear in a drawer, and organizing his desk. He slipped out the list of the basic textbooks he would need and his schedule, laying them on his desk as he told himself he would go the next day to buy the books. Classes started in two days, giving him one to get settled in and check out where each of his classes would be held.

Once he had everything put away, this desk set up, lap top plugged in, he backed up till he felt the bed touch the back of his legs and he sat. The rain pelted the window with a driving wind for a few minutes and he watched the water beat against the glass and cascade down. When the wind died down the room was quiet, not even any sound coming from the corridor. For the first time he breathed calmly, a slow even breath as he sat relaxed. Leaning back on his hands he looked across the room at how Jonathan’s side had personal effects on the wall and desk giving it a lived-in look. Looking over his shoulder at the bare wall over his bed he wondered what he should hang there. Maybe a poster? Or some photographs? Or his drawings, the sketches he had done over the years of mythical creatures and imagined places. He liked the idea of having his drawings on the wall, but he also worried what others would think. What would Jonathan think of this freshman with his fantasy drawings on the wall. The image of Jonathan’s response was not a pleasant one.

Through the open bathroom door, he heard the door to the adjacent room open, then voices of two guys talking. He couldn’t make out what they were saying but he could hear the tone of the conversation, the light nature of it, with the laugh or raised voice cutting in. Easing up he went to the bathroom and saw the door to the other side was ajar, open about an inch. Against his better judgement he moved to the door and peered into the other room. He saw one guy standing in the room facing toward the window, listening to the other guy.

“…want to go out. Classes don’t start till Thursday, so let’s go have some fun.”

“Paul, can’t we stay in and…”

“Oh, fuck Benjamin…come on, just for a little while?”

“Okay” Benjamin replied running a hand through his hair. “What do you want to do for dinner? Cafeteria? Or go into town somewhere?”

Kenny listened to their banter back and forth as he looked at Benjamin, saying the name over and over in his mind trying to lock it into his memory. Wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, Benjamin was tall, a stocky build, with muscular legs and arms, broad shouldered, stretching the t-shirt tight. He had short dark hair with a dark olive skin tone. The very look that intimidated Kenny. Benjamin raised his arms, locking hands behind his head, twisting his torso back and forth. Kenny saw the thick dark armpit hair, how masculine it made Benjamin look.

Suddenly aware of how long he had been standing at the door, Kenny backed up and turned to leave. He bumped his leg against the vanity making one of the cabinet doors knock open. The door swung open with Benjamin looking in.

“Hey, you next door?” Benjamin asked.

Turning on a faucet and washing his hands, as if that was why he was in the bathroom, Kenny turned to Benjamin, “Yes.”

“I’m Ben” Benjamin replied just as his roommate came up standing to one side, “and this is Paul.”

“Benja…Ben and Paul; I’m Kenny.”

Paul was shorter than Ben, with light brown hair, which was long, covering his ears and forehead. He had a lean build, revealed by the tank top and shorts he was wearing. Arm resting on Ben’s shoulder, Paul leaned into the doorway.

“You’re one of the freshman that got displaced from Sutton” said Paul.

“Yeah…and lucky me got put in here” replied Kenny, his tone giving away his doubt about being in this dorm.

“Oh, don’t worry, we seniors are not animals” said Paul.

“Speak for yourself…some of us are wild…wild I tell you” said Ben laughing, making Paul, then Kenny laugh too.

“Hey, you’ll be fine amongst us seniors. Although you do have Jonathan as a roommate” added Paul making a worried face.

“What do you mean?” replied Kenny, suddenly worried.

“He’s a bore” said Paul making Ben and he laugh.  “Well, we’ll see you around. Come on Ben, let’s get ready to get out of here” Paul added as they backed away from the door, pushing it closed.

Drying his hands Kenny considered this first encounter with Ben and Paul and how they seemed to be easy going. And if the worst thing about Jonathan was being a bore, then he would consider it safe.

About an hour later Jonathan came into the room wearing jogging shorts, his chest and stomach glistening with sweat. He had obviously been running and came into the room still breathing a bit hard. Tossing a tank top over his chair he walked over to Kenny’s bed where he had just sat up, having been lying on his back staring at the ceiling lost in thought when Jonathan came in.

“You Kenny?”

“Yeah, and you’re Jonathan?”

“Nice to meet you finally. I was wondering who I’d get after the other guy transferred. You got everything moved in?”

“Yeah, everything I’ve brought so far. I wasn’t sure how much room I’d have” Kenny replied. “I met the guys next door too” he added wondering what response he would elicit from Jonathan at the mention of Ben and Paul.

“Yeah…they seem nice. Hopefully we won’t have issues with them over the bathroom.”

Jonathan moved to his wardrobe and began taking out some of things.

“I’m going to go clean up then go for some dinner. You want to go? There is this small place over on Liberty Street that serves something other than the usual crap.”

“Huh…yeah, sure, I’d love to get out of here.”


Classes started and over the next three weeks Kenny fell into the rhythm of college. Classes during the mornings with one class in the afternoon, Monday, Wednesday and Friday at one. Afternoons spent doing assignments and evenings doing the required reading. Jonathan came and went, being gone during the day most of the time. And next door, his intrigue grew, hearing the guys horsing around at times, or seeing them going out two or three times a week and weekends. There were nights he swore he heard a bed squeaking through the wall, a rhythmic pace that sounded like one of them was having sex.


The next Friday found Kenny sitting in his room alone, Jonathan gone for the weekend to visit his family. It was nice, the realization he had the room to himself for the first time since arriving on campus. All weekend to do as he pleased without the prying eyes of a roommate.

But what would he do?

A knock on the door.

Going to the door he found there was no one there. There were some guys standing around five doors down and in the other direction John was coming out of the stairwell. ‘Curious’ he thought thinking maybe he had misheard, that it wasn’t a knock he heard. As he closed the door and started back to his desk he heard it again, this time realizing it was the bathroom door.

“Come on Kenny, open up, ya goof” said Paul through the door.

“Paul?” replied Kenny as he opened the bathroom door.

“So, your roommate left for the weekend?”

“Yeah, his sister was flying home and…”

“That’s nice…hey you want to go grab dinner with Ben and me. There is this pizza place over on College Avenue that has the best beer selection…well…for us anyway, but the pizza is really good too. What do you say?”

“Okay. What time?”

“Say six thirty. Just come on over when you’re ready.”

The restaurant was a hole in the wall, barely wide enough for two rows of tables in front and a small bar in back. Kenny saw few other students in the place, instead it was families, a couple of professors he recognized from the English Department and older couples with tables covered to capacity by large pies and bottles of wine or beer or sodas. The smell of the cooking pies filled the small restaurant and Kenny felt his appetite double in intensity.

“You’re gonna love this place; best pizza ever” said Ben and he led them to a table.

An hour later, appetites sated, they ambled back out to the sidewalk where the night time had taken over, the traffic and pedestrian traffic increased. Ben and Paul walked side by side with Kenny following. Ben turned to him.

“Hey man, stop lagging behind” said Ben good naturedly.

“So, where is it you’re from?” asked Paul.

For the next block Kenny told them of growing up in the small town of Jasper, in Southern Alabama, nearly an hour from Montgomery and over an hour to Mobile. How his father was an accountant in town, his mother a school teacher and he the youngest of three. An older brother, married and living in Tallahassee and an older sister in college, about to graduate next spring.  He told of high school, spent riding around town on weekends with friends, going to movies or just hanging out. What he didn’t tell them was anything personal about himself. The fact he knew he was gay, had tried something with a classmate who freaked out before anything happened, leaving him feeling more alone than before. How he had spent so many nights on his computer looking at the social media sites where guys were hooking up, afraid to post anything, to take that first step. Afraid of meeting someone who was not what they claimed. He also wanted to have what the others had, the dating ritual, the simple act of going out to movies or dinner. And then the sex. He wanted the sex too, fantasized about it at night as he masturbated till the cum dribbled from his cock.

He wasn’t naïve, not completely, and this gaydar some joked about on line, gave him some signal about Ben and Paul but everything about their demeanor said otherwise. Maybe he just wanted them to be gay, to imagine the sound of sex he had heard coming from their room was the two of them together, instead of probably being one or the other bringing some girl back to their room. He guiltily thought of how he imagined them fucking. Ben on top of Paul, or Paul on top of Ben when he had masturbated at night, the image of the two of them fucking playing in his mind as he lay back, hand moving up and down his cock till he had to stifle the moan of release. As he walked with them, answering their questions and listening to their side comments he found himself avoiding eye to eye contact, afraid they would be able to read his face, and thus his mind.

“What are you doing tonight? Anything fun now that your roommate is gone for the weekend?” asked Paul.

“I’m just going to call it a night” replied Kenny, aware of how lame that sounded.

“You do know there are some clubs you can get into, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know…” replied Kenny letting his voice trail off, not sure how to admit he didn’t really care for the clubs he thought they were referring to nor had he developed any real friends on campus that he could call up. Being in the dorm with Jonathan, Ben and Paul, all seniors, along with all the others on the floor had isolated him to some degree from those his own age. He didn’t think he saw the same fellow freshman in any two of his classes and his schedule, one class right after the next most days, kept him on the move, unable to hang around the green on campus or the student union where he would meet others his age.

“Well, it has been a long week and I think we’re going to crash in our room for the night too” said Ben as they crossed the street going from the city to the campus.

“Have a good night” said Kenny as he passed Ben and Paul, moving on to his own door. Inside he emptied his pockets, removed his shirt and jeans, slipping on a pair of gym shorts. Usually he put on a t-shirt, self-conscious of his skinny build, but having the room to himself he stayed shirtless. He heard one of the guys in the bathroom, then the other, and it made him more acutely aware of his own need to go. Opening his laptop, he found a music site that played his favorite songs, turning the volume up a bit louder than usual. There was something to the sound of the music, the way it filled the room with its sound that took away some of the loneliness.

At the window, he saw the dimly lit green between the dorms was nearly empty, only a few students walking across it with a few sitting at a table, one playing a guitar. Turning he looked at the bathroom door focusing his attention on it, listening to see if Paul and Ben were out of the room. It was silent, so he crossed the room and entered the small bathroom.

Right away Kenny noticed that the guys had left their door open, just a couple of inches, but it felt like so much more. He felt exposed and started to ease the door closed. What would he do if one of them opened the door as he pissed, fully exposed right by their door? What if they did see him? What would he do? Would he attempt to conceal himself, or would he let them see him, cock held in his hand as piss flowed from the head. A part of him wanted them to see him. He let the image develop in his mind and in only a moment he pictured it, Ben or Paul at the door looking at him. He imagined turning toward them, fully exposed, telling them he’d do whatever they wanted. He would fall to his knees offering himself to them. He would. He would do it in a moment. He’d open his mouth and take them. He’d push his gym shorts and boxers off and offer them him his body. The loneliness of the last few weeks drove his fantasy.

Standing in front the toilet, shorts and boxers pushed down further than necessary he felt the release of piss as it hit the water. It was loud. He wanted to it to be loud. He listened for sounds from their room. The room was dimly lit, and he could just make out talking, low, indecipherable, but it was Ben. He finished and flushed, shorts back in place, he reached for the door knob to go back into his room when he heard Paul’s voice, the unmistakable sound of some grunted noise, then a moan. ‘What are they doing?’ Kenny wondered as he stepped back to the open door to their room. He stood up close to the gap, trying to see what they were up to. He could only see one side of their room, the side with Paul’s bed and desk, both empty of Paul.

“Jesus…fuck…” uttered Paul in a low voice, and there was a squeaking sound from Ben’s bed.

Kenny wanted to know what they were doing, knew it had be something sexual, just had to be, and he eased the door open, slowly, inch by inch till he could get his head through the gap. He leaned into their room. He could peer around the corner enough to see Ben’s nightstand, the chair to his desk and the very edge of his bed. An arm came into view then disappeared.

“Yeah…that’s it…” whispered Paul and Kenny heard Ben moan and the bed squeak.

Pushing the door slowly, his hand tight on the door’s edge, Kenny eased it open further till he could move through quietly. He took a step into the room, up to the corner till he could see Ben’s bed. Even with his imagination creating just such an image, it still shocked him to see Ben on top of Paul, ass moving up and down, pumping cock into Paul.

Their clothes were strewn across the floor and both were completely naked. Paul was on his back, folded in half, legs braced on Ben’s arms, ass spread open taking Ben, every push inward till their bodies pressed together. Kenny froze in place, unable to move. He knew he should back out of their room, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of them. Couldn’t stop watching Ben fucking Paul, his pace increasing, the bed squeaking louder and louder. Ben rose up on his toes and hands, his big muscular body hovering over Paul, only his cock touching Paul, the wet, glistening head right at Paul’s opening. And he shoved inward, all the way, till their bodies smacked together making Paul cry out.

“Fuck me…fuck me…” uttered Paul.

“Yeah…take it…take me…” said Ben as he pulled out and shoved back in, over and over.

Kenny could see everything, the way Ben rose up till his cock hovered over Paul’s opening, then slammed back in, stretching Paul back open. Ben moved down and began to fuck harder, to drive cock into Paul. Kenny watched Ben’s ass move to the rhythm of his fuck, the way it rose and fell with every thrust, the cheeks flexing, the muscles in each leg tight. Paul’s legs moved up to Ben’s shoulders, his ass a bit higher, spread open more, open to Ben’s fuck. Kenny felt his own cock pushing outward, fully erect, painfully trapped in his boxers and shorts. He wanted to take it out, to stroke it in rhythm with Ben’s fuck, but he just stood frozen in place, eyes glued to Ben fucking Paul. Ben hammered Paul’s hole till he finally cried out, shoved inward all the way and ground his cock in Paul’s insides as he released his load.

Ben fell still on top of Paul, breathing hard, skin wet from his exertions. Paul and he just laid there, Paul’s hands moving slowly over Ben’s back. Kenny knew it was time to leave, time to make a hasty exit and he began to take a step back.

“Did you enjoy watching us” said Paul, his voice low, casual, as if asking about the weather or a class.

Kenny froze.

“It’s okay. We wanted you to watch. It’s why we left the door open.”

Ben rolled over on his side and looked at Kenny while his right hand moved absentmindedly over Paul’s chest. Kenny couldn’t take his eyes from the scene of the two of them, Ben’s cock partially deflated, wet, and dripping cum, and Paul’s cock fully erect, flexing over his abdomen.

“You liked it, didn’t you? I can see that cock of yours straining to get free” said Ben, then looking down at Paul he added, “what do you think?”

“I think Kenny wants to play” replied Paul mischievously.

“I do too. Kenny?”

“What?” Kenny replied in a low whisper, unable to think, to consider what was really happening.

“Take off your shorts. Come on, get naked for us” asked Ben as he and Paul eased up into a sitting position. They watched Kenny, encouraged him with the way they looked at him, Paul stroking his cock keeping it hard. “Come on Kenny, take them off.”

Kenny felt himself moving, his fingers taking the waistband of his shorts and boxers, pushing downward, working the front outward over his cock. It was still hard, the head flared wide, wet with his arousal. He pushed downward till the shorts and boxers dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them moving one step closer. His cock flexed up and down, and drool dripped down from the slit.

“Oh, yeah I think the boy likes it” Paul said as he eased off the bed, dropping down on his hands and knees. He moved across the floor like an animal on the prowl, slowly, moving in a zig zag path as he got closer and closer. Ben stayed seated watching Paul approach Kenny.

Paul moved up close, right in front of Kenny, where he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue capturing the drool from Kenny’s cock, letting it pool on it as he moved upward. Kenny holding his breath, watched Paul move closer and closer to his cock, tongue out capturing the drool from it. He knew what it tasted like and wondered if Paul would like it as much as he did. Paul moved up to his cock, licked the head making Kenny breath out heavily. Paul smiled at his response then put his lips to the head kissing it. He moved along the hard shaft, moved his lips along its length till he got to the base where he turned and kissed Kenny’s stomach.

“You want me to stop?” asked Paul.

“No” replied Kenny, his voice urgent, hoarse, his desire obvious. Paul sniggered then moved back to his cock. Paul put his lips on the head and pushed forward taking the cock into his mouth. Kenny felt it sink into the heat of Paul’s mouth, the slick wetness of it and he had to brace himself on Paul’s shoulders. Paul’s mouth moved on his cock, taking nearly all of the shaft. He pushed forward and heard Paul gag and he wanted to push further, wanted to feel his cock sink all the way into Paul’s mouth. He felt Paul’s hands on his hips holding him in place as he felt Paul’s mouth work his cock.

“Oh shit…oh…oh…” Kenny uttered as he felt Paul’s manipulations on his cock, the way it stroked his arousal, drove him to the brink of release, only to feel Paul release him for what seemed far too long, then taking him again, bringing him back to full arousal.

Kenny didn’t notice Ben moving around him, didn’t sense anything in the room but Paul’s mouth on his cock. The way it took him to the very moment of release only to leave him hanging. But he felt Ben’s presence when a hand came to his back, rubbed over his tensed muscles, brought him to another level of arousal, his very skin aware of every touch. The hand moved up along his spine as Ben kissed the back of his neck.

“You want to do more with us?” whispered Ben and Kenny merely nodded his head as he felt Paul take his cock once again.

The hand moved up till it rubbed his neck and Kenny tilted his head back, pushing forward with his hips. Ben kissed his neck, nipped at the skin.

“I’m going to fuck you” whispered Ben.

“Yes” exclaimed Kenny and he felt Paul on his cock and Ben’s hand move upward, fingers combing into his hair. Then it closed into a fist, taking him by the hair pushing him forward, bent over Paul. He felt Ben touch his ass, fully erect again, cock moving over each cheek wetly. He felt Ben move it down between his cheeks, probe between them pushing against him. He felt Ben’s urgent need, the way that cock moved along his ass till it touched his opening, rubbed wetly over it. Then it pushed against his tightness.

“Relax Kenny…push back…open up for me” whispered Ben.

Kenny did it, what he had fantasized about so often in the past. He evened his breathing and pushed back against Ben. He stretched open and felt Ben penetrate him, the slow push inward. Inch after inch sank into his hole and he began to work his hips back and forth, his cock in Paul’s mouth and Ben’s cock in his hole. He moved between them lost to everything but the feel of their sex. Paul’s mouth seemed to take him deeper, to manipulate him in new ways as Ben began to fuck, driving deeper and deeper each thrust inward.

It was too much, Kenny was far too stimulated to last and he cried out as he came, feeling his cock flex with each eruption into Paul’s mouth. With each release he felt the suctioning of Paul’s mouth. His whole body flexed and jerked with his release. As Ben’s cock sank into his depths he felt his opening spasm around it.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re tight” exclaimed Ben as he took Kenny by the waist increasing his pace. Ben fucked Kenny till he felt the exertion, fatigued at standing so long, from fucking Paul earlier and he eased free and stepped back. “Paul” Ben uttered, and Paul knew what to do.

Taking Kenny by the hand, Paul led him to Ben’s bed, guided him to lay on his back. He knew what Paul wanted, the way he was going to take the same position Paul had earlier. To be the bottom.

Legs on Paul’s shoulders, he folded in half as Paul moved over him, cock coming to his opening then sinking easily into his depth. Paul moved over him and pushed into him till he was taking every inch. Paul leaned down and they began to kiss. Tongues dueling, Paul holding his hands down, pumping cock into his hole, Kenny was once again lost to his arousal, every sense focused on their fuck.

“Fuck me…fuck me harder…please…” Kenny begged, and he heard Ben laugh.

Paul fucked faster, harder, their bodies working together in an undulating mass. Skin hot and wet from their exertions Paul moved slickly over Kenny. The bed squeaked louder, the room grew unbearably hot.

“Oh fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck…” uttered Paul as he sank all the way into Kenny and tried to jam his cock even deeper, shoving forward as he released into Kenny ‘s depths.

How long Paul had lain still Kenny wasn’t sure but after some time he felt Paul move, slowly at first, hips grinding against his ass. He realized Paul was still inside of him, cock still hard, as Paul began to slowly fuck again. Gradually Paul began to raise his hips up and push back inward and Kenny realized it was making him hard again too, He pushed up to meet Paul, pressed their bodies together feeling his own cock trapped between them.

“I want to fuck you again” Paul whispered as he slid his hands along Kenny’s sides up to each arm then working each one over Kenny’s head and holding them down. “Submit to me…take me.”

“Yes…yes…yes…” Kenny whispered, his voice trailing off.

Paul fucked him, thrust inward all the way grinding his hips against Kenny’s upturned ass. Kenny felt the bed move differently and opened his eyes to see Ben move up behind Paul. Paul cried out shoving all the way into his hole and he knew Ben had penetrated him again. Paul moved frantically between them, work his body roughly, shoving into Kenny then pushing back onto Ben’s cock. Ben pushed Paul down against Kenny holding them down as he began to hammer Paul’s hole.  He fucked rougher than before, tore into Paul with a roughness that rocked Paul roughly forward, jamming his cock deeply into Kenny.

“Oh fuck…Ben, fuck me” exclaimed Paul, then he moved down to Kenny kissing him roughly, tugging on his lower lip.  Then he began to shake, his whole body trembling with release.

“Jesus…” exclaimed Ben as he shoved inward, his own release filling Paul’s depths.

Kenny was so hard his cock ached. The way it was trapped between Paul and him was too much, frustration of a manner he never felt before. Ben eased back on his knees and Paul finally rolled over to Kenny’s side where he snuggled up close, their contact still hot and slick. Kenny reached for his cock, determined to get off again but Ben brushed his hand away and Kenny soon felt the warm slickness of Ben’s mouth take him. Eyes closed, he didn’t hold back, feeling his release race through his cock and quickly filling Ben’s mouth. Ben took it, all of it and was soon licking his cock clean till the sensitivity forced Kenny to push him off.


Kenny spent the entire weekend in Ben and Paul’s room. They watched movies, played video games, ordered pizza and drank. And they fucked. By the time Sunday afternoon arrived Kenny felt some relief at going back to his room, his cock sore from fucking Paul till he couldn’t fuck another stroke. Lying on his bed, he couldn’t stop thinking about the weekend. The sex, especially that first time, and how it seemed to change things between the guys and him, an openness of friendship he had never experienced before. He recalled how yesterday afternoon the three of them piled up on Paul’s bed, Paul and he lying side by side, their heads in Ben’s lap who was twirling his fingers in one or the other’s hair. It was the conversation that stuck with him, his confession of feeling out of place, just a skinny little kid compared to so many others on campus, and especially compared to Ben and Paul. It was Paul who made him realize he wasn’t so different from others, pointing out how similar in body frame the two of them were, only an inch or so difference in height. How both were smooth, very little body hair. Kenny had let his eyes scanned down their bodies, really look at how similar Paul and he were. It gave him a sense of confidence, that the differences between them were not that dramatic, nor that important. The recollection of everything made him smile as he relaxed on his bed, the weekend’s exertions suddenly making his entire body feel tired. In the stillness of the room, he closed his eyes.

He jerked awake and for a moment couldn’t think where he was at, his room or Ben and Paul’s. Looking toward the door, he saw that Jonathan had come into the room.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” said Jonathan as he tossed his gym bag down on the floor and emptied his pockets onto his desk. “You have a good weekend?”

“Huh…yeah, it was good.”

“Anything exciting?”

“No…no not really. Hung out with Ben and Paul some, playing video games and such.”

“Ben and Paul? Really?”

Jonathan turned and looked down at him, his brow furrowed, and Kenny realized he was shirtless and wearing just gym shorts, the same pair he had worn all weekend, when he had bothered to put anything on. And he was in them with no boxers underneath. He realized his cock was half erect, lying to its side bulging the front of the shorts. He started to sit up, to conceal himself from Jonathan’s eyes but something held him back. He saw how Jonathan looked at him then away quickly. It was Jonathan that turned away first and he smiled, remembered what Paul had said on how he had lured Ben to his bed, the way he intimidated Ben, pushing the boundaries till Ben didn’t refuse him of what he wanted. Looking over at Jonathan he watched him lay down and stare straight up at the ceiling.

“I’m beat. I love my family but by this morning I couldn’t wait to get back” Jonathan uttered in a low voice.

Kenny rolled over his side facing Jonathan, boldly staring at him. For a long time, Jonathan didn’t move, one arm lying behind his head the other down along his side. Kenny watched, waited, and eventually Jonathan reached down and tugged on his crotch, manipulated his cock to a more comfortable position. Then he rolled over facing the wall, his back to Kenny.  Kenny smiled, knowing at some level he had gotten to Jonathan. At that moment, everything seemed possible. It was only a matter of time, patience, perseverance.

It was dark when Jonathan finally stirred back awake. Kenny had showered and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He sat at his desk reading. He glanced around watching Jonathan move around, feet down on the floor and sitting up, stretching his arms out.

“Jesus, I’m stiff” Jonathan uttered, as he stood up and twisted his torso. “I’m going to go for a short jog, you want…to go?”

“What?”

“You want to go jogging with me?”

“Shit Jonathan, I can’t keep up with you.”

“I’m just going to do a slow jog around campus. Come on, it wouldn’t hurt you to get some exercise too.”

This was the first time Jonathan had ever asked him to come along. There was something definitely different in his attitude and Kenny knew not to say no.

“Okay, let me change.”

“Well, get on some shorts while I hit the bathroom” replied Jonathan as he got a pair of shorts from his wardrobe.

Kenny didn’t have athletic clothing, the kind that wicked moisture away, all he had was gym shorts and t-shirts which he put on. Jonathan came out in his running shorts, shirtless and gave Kenny a look of disapproval.

“You can’t wear that t-shirt. When you sweat it’ll rub your nipples raw.”

“I don’t have any of those running shirts like you.”

“Doesn’t matter for I have to strip them off after a while anyway; loose the shirt while I get my shoes on.”

Hesitating for a moment, Kenny slipped the t-shirt off tossing it on his bed.

It was dark, the night lights on campus casting circles of light along the pathways and around the buildings. Kenny worried that Jonathan would set a pace too fast for him, so he was surprised at how slow Jonathan jogged along. He easily kept up and after a while he felt his body loosen up, felt the muscles in his legs stretch loose, felt his movements grow easier. They jogged along the main path from the dorms to the central part of campus, almost deserted on a Sunday evening, then swung south, through the small park on campus, going over the bridge of the reflecting pool, up the hill and back around heading back toward campus. Under the lights Kenny would glance over at Jonathan, see how his fair skin shined in the light, wet with sweat. He felt the heat of his own body, the cooling effect of sweat evaporating from his skin as he jogged. There was something almost arousing about it, jogging side by side with Jonathan, their bodies hot with their exertions.

By the time they returned to the dorm their upper torsos were shiny and wet, the waistbands of their gym shorts soaking wet. Kenny followed Jonathan up the stairs and onto their floor. It was quiet, a few guys standing at doors talking, some doors open letting out the sounds of war or racing or whatever video game was being played.  As they neared their room Ben came out and glanced at them once, then looked back smiling.

“You boys go for a run?” asked Ben and Kenny couldn’t help but catch the tone of the comment.

“Yeah, just a quick jog before dinner” replied Jonathan.

“What are you guys going to do for dinner? Paul and I are going to this family style place over on Bay Street.”

“I know that place…god, I’ve not been there in over a year” said Jonathan as he pulled out his key.

“I’m going down for my laundry, so why don’t you guys get cleaned up and go with us.”

“Kenny? You want to go?” Jonathan asked, his tone questioning, suddenly remembering how Kenny had said he had hung out with them all weekend.

“Yeah, sure. I’m starving.”

The booth was small, tight for four people and Kenny sat on the inside next to Jonathan with Paul in front of him. The conversation was on classes, a concert that was coming up on campus, and Paul and Ben getting to know Jonathan, asking about where he was from and his major. All through the dinner, regardless of the conversation Kenny felt Paul press down on his foot or rub his shin, smiling whenever Kenny would look him in the eye.

After dinner they returned to campus and retired to their rooms, where Ben and Paul would rush to finish the next day’s assignments. Jonathan and Kenny watched a movie then called it a night. Kenny lay in bed for a while looking over at Jonathan, wondering what he was thinking earlier, wondering if any thought of something sexual came to his mind when he had been staring down at him lying on his bed. He wanted some signal, some acknowledgement that there was a mutual desire for something to happen. But Jonathan had grown quiet that night. So Kenny lay there, wondering how long it’d take, if there was even a chance.


When Thursday arrived the day began cool, the wind strong out of the south and by noon the rains came. At times it rained so hard not even an umbrella would protect you, but after the initial front blew through it mostly sprinkled, making the day grey and cold. Kenny finished his last class at one and books tucked safely in his backpack, took off in a jog for the dorm.  Jonathan, as usual, was not there, so he stripped out of his wet clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. In the bathroom he heard laughing and horsing around in Ben and Paul’s room while he took a piss then washed his hands. As he dried them the door to Paul and Ben’s room swung open.

“You in here playing with yourself again?” Paul jokingly asked.

“What…no” replied Kenny laughing, knowing Paul probably wished he were.

“You want to come over and mess around?”

Kenny smiled, deeply tempted by the idea of an afternoon with Ben and Paul, but he shook his head no.

“Not today, I’m…” Kenny replied, unsure how to tell Paul he was holding out for Jonathan, hoping to get with him.

“I see…wanting to have a big load built up for Jonathan when you finally seduce the naïve bastard.  I know…I saw the way you looked at him last Sunday.”

“Hey, no…well…” and Kenny laughed at how lame he sounded in his denial, “yeah, I guess so.”

“Well, good luck and take pictures…better yet video it.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. I think you’ve got enough over there to get you going” replied Kenny.

Back in his room, Kenny tossed the damp towel on his bed and slipped on a pair of boxers and his oldest pair of jeans, so worn and frayed his mother had tried to throw them away. He liked the way they felt, low on his waist, soft to his skin. He opened a drawer and found it empty of t-shirts. Glancing over at the clothes hamper he knew it was full, for it’d been weekend before last since he had done laundry.

“Shit” he cursed under his breath then decided he wasn’t going anywhere and sat at his desk to work on the assignments from that morning.

Jonathan came in late, already after six, slung his backpack onto his bed roughly then paced in a circle.

“What’s wrong?” asked Kenny as he turned from his desk watching Jonathan pace in the small area between their desks and beds.

“Professor Larson…the asshole…I think he likes torturing seniors with threats of failure” replied Jonathan as he moved to his bed and fell on his back. “He just keeps changing the parameters of the project he gives us then acts shocked we’re struggling to keep up.  Jesus, he pisses me off.” After the briefest of silence Jonathan sprang up and went into the bathroom. The toilet flushed then the shower came on and Kenny knew Jonathan could be in there for a while knowing how Jonathan like long showers, especially when he was worked up about something. Turning back to his desk he picked up where he left off, working through the math problems of his final assignment.

The shower cut off then the door opened a crack.

“Kenny, could you hand me my towel. I don’t want to get the floor wet” asked Jonathan, his hand sticking out.

“Okay” replied Kenny as he grabbed Jonathan’s towel and handed it to him, moving to where he might get a look inside the bathroom, never having seen Jonathan completely naked since moving in.

“Thanks” said Jonathan as he took the towel and Kenny could see through the narrow gap the towel being worked over his body, over his head, down his chest, around the back and down each leg. A hurried pace then it was quickly wrapped around his waist. Realizing he shouldn’t still be at the door Kenny moved quickly back to his bed and sat down, fiddling with his cell phone when Jonathan came out.

Towel around his waist, something he had never done before, always coming out with at least his boxers on, Jonathan moved to his desk, pulled the chair out and turning it toward the window sat. He stared out the window, darkness settling over the sky, sprinkling rain hitting the glass but his eyes seem to focus on nothing, his mind elsewhere. Leaning back, legs slightly spread, the towel opening, Kenny looked over his phone at Jonathan, the familiar body, lean, muscular, definitely a runner’s build, and downward over the towel till he was looking along Jonathan’s left thigh as far as he could, so close he knew Jonathan only need to spin around a few degrees and he could finally see it. Arms folded across his chest, Jonathan leaned back, legs spreading a bit further apart. ‘Damn’ Kenny thought as he could still only see up along the upper thigh.

“It’s just a shitty day, isn’t it” said Jonathan is a dead pan voice.

“Yeah. I got caught in the rain coming home.”

Jonathan didn’t reply, eyes still staring out into space. Kenny afraid of Jonathan catching him trying to look up the towel, eased back on his bed, knees up with his arms resting on each thigh as he flipped though a social media site. ‘Today is not the day with that attitude’ Kenny thought as he pondered whether, or not to do his laundry or just go to the cafeteria for dinner.

“Hey” Jonathan stated as he spun around facing Kenny, legs apart enough Kenny could just make out the vague shape of cock and its sac, wishing now his nightstand lamp was turned on, “you wanna go get a burger and maybe afterward go for drink?”

“I could eat something, but…I can’t drink, remember?” replied Kenny reminding Jonathan of their age difference, not being twenty-one and able to drink in the bars and clubs.

“Oh yeah, right. Would you go with me anyway?”

Kenny started to say no, but saw the look on Jonathan’s face, the way he looked out of sorts, and then he considered what it could be like to hang out with Jonathan with him drinking, something he didn’t do a lot, and Kenny nodded his head yes.

They ate at a sports bar near campus, the place busy as usual, having to wait nearly forty minutes for a table. They waited in the bar where Jonathan had bourbon and ginger and Kenny a soda. Kenny sipped his drink watching Jonathan take large swallows of his first drink till it was quickly gone, then ordering another. He watched Jonathan sip the second one and eventually he seemed to settle down, begin to talk more. By the time they got seated Jonathan was ordering his third drink. He talked animatedly about college, how Kenny shouldn’t squander this time there, how he needed to get out more, meet more people.

“I sure as hell didn’t” Jonathan uttered before finishing his drink. “Waiter…another.”

“It does seem easy to get caught up in classes, the routine of it all, and realizing you’ve not done anything after a few weeks have gone by.”

“A few weeks?  Hell, try three years” replied Jonathan.

Kenny didn’t like the direction of the conversation, instinct told him to let it go, to let Jonathan wind down on this topic, then change it. The waiter brought another drink for Jonathan and a soda for Kenny. A few minutes later their food arrived, and Jonathan seemed to relax, his entire body settle into the opposite booth.

“Which bar did you want to go to after we eat?” asked Kenny.

“I don’t know…none with a bunch of televisions blaring away” replied Jonathan as he scanned the busy sports bar and restaurant they were seating in with television visible from every direction. He then looked down, as if thinking about what to say next. Kenny waited.

“Have you been to The Warehouse?” asked Jonathan, his voice low, almost as if he was afraid someone would hear. Kenny knew why, for it was a small club on the edge of town, without irony, in an old warehouse, that on weekdays was more a bar to hang out, but on weekends was a dance club, opening the back room with its dance floor. The music was heavy, electronic, industrial, and a mix of other genres, and the patrons were the same. All types, sporting varied looks, and more importantly for them, was a mixed crowd, straight, gay and lesbian.  Paul and Ben had talked about it last weekend, how they had gone at times. Most of the guys they knew, the straight ones in the dorm would not be caught dead in the place, which made it perfect to them. And tonight, it seemed perfect to Kenny.

“No, but I’ve heard it is fun. Really interesting music.”

“Yeah, the music is supposed to be really good, not that top forty shit The Loft or…what is that club on Tenth Street? You know…Heaven. Heaven help us. Fuck what a boring place.”

Kenny had never heard Jonathan talk like this in the weeks they had shared a dorm room.

“What time is good to go? It being Thursday I understand it is just the front bar that is open.”

“No, they open the dance floor late on Thursdays too…who told you it was only a bar on Thursdays?”

“Huh…a girl in my English class” Kenny lied.

“Oh.”

“It’s almost nine now; let’s pay up and go back to the dorm to change clothes. By the time we get out to the club it’ll be after ten” said Jonathan as he looked across the room, “waiter!” as he motioned for the check. “I’ll get this” Jonathan added as he pulled out his wallet, holding out his credit card.

Back at the dorm, Jonathan seemed to have sobered up after the walk back and Kenny feared he would back out, claim to be tired and want to call it a night. But Jonathan surprised him, going to his wardrobe digging around in the bottom drawer looking for something to wear.

“You got anything suitable to wear other than that white t-shirt and crappy old jeans?”

“I have a pair of black jeans, and my old boots.”

“What about a shirt?” asked Jonathan as he stood up holding some garments in each hand.

“What is wrong with just a t-shirt?”

“No…here, wear this” replied Jonathan tossing one of the folded up garments to Kenny.

Kenny saw Jonathan unfold a pullover, a banded collar shirt in black and white stripes. Unfolding the garment in his hands he found it was a tank top, with very thin shoulder straps, in bright yellow fading to black at the hem. “Hey, I can’t wear this, its…”

“Why not? It’ll look good on you with your hair color and skin tone.”

“But the guys on the floor will see me in this…”

Interrupting Kenny, “Wear a jacket over it” Jonathan stated as he pulled off his shirt slipping on the pullover.

Kenny put on black jeans and slipped on the tank top, which didn’t feel like a shirt so much as just some cloth hanging around his mid-section. The neck and arm holes were large, deep cut, and with the thin straps he felt how his upper body was exposed. Looking in the mirror he realized his nipples were barely concealed, coming into view when he moved a certain way.

“Shit, who’s playing who” Kenny uttered under his breath as he came out of the bathroom where he found Jonathan holding his leather jacket.

“Wear this one.”

Jonathan locked the door as Kenny looked down the corridor at the others milling about, hoping none of them gave him a closer look. Down the stairs and outside Jonathan held up his car keys.

“You drive; I’m parked over in lot B.”

Kenny found himself standing by an Audi, a sporting looking two-door, solid black, or it looked black in the dark. Opening the door and getting in he saw the manual transmission. He knew how to drive a manual, his father’s old Jeep being one, but he knew there would be a vast difference between that rugged old thing and Jonathan’s car.

He revved the engine a bit too much at first but was soon smoothly shifting through the gears as he left the campus and drove across town. Jonathan gave him directions, telling when to turn. Kenny wondered how many times Jonathan had been to this club in the past, then he wondered if Jonathan had merely driven by it in the past, afraid to go in. He wondered if having him along was the courage Jonathan needed to actually go inside.

“Have you been before?” asked Kenny.

“No…not really” replied Jonathan and Kenny knew he was right.

Pulling into the parking lot Kenny parked far away from the other cars fearful of causing any kind of damage, such as a dented door. There were a few people standing outside, smoking cigarettes, talking intently amongst themselves. They pulled out their wallets ready to show driver’s licenses as they went into the entry.

Kenny found himself with blue bands on both wrists and large ‘x’s on the back of each hand, all to make sure he didn’t try to drink. Jonathan had the white band around his left wrist showing he was of age. In the corridor that led to the main bar they checked their jackets with a girl behind the counter, hair dyed jet black and several ear rings in each ear and a nose ring, the metal hoop prominent over her upper lip and Kenny couldn’t help but wonder how much it hurt to have that piercing.

Jonathan pushed Kenny in front of him letting him lead the way. Kenny wondered how much he represented Jonathan’s courage tonight, the way Jonathan had him dressed, more provocatively, the tank top hanging loose on his upper torso. He sensed Jonathan right behind him, step for step, as they went through the doors into the bar. Two guys were standing by a column just inside the door and one brushed his hand on Kenny’s shoulder uttering something about ‘flesh’. Kenny ignored them, moving onward to the bar where he knew Jonathan wanted to go first. The crowd was diverse, some in jeans and t-shirts like he wanted to wear himself, others in more elaborate costumes, some very revealing. And there were the pairings: boys with girls, girls with girls and boys with boys, and Kenny wondered how Jonathan and he looked to them.

Kenny watched Jonathan, how he scanned the room, his eyes seeming to land on the other guys, especially those obviously together. Leaning back against the bar, he scanned the room too and more often, than not, he noticed the other boys looking their way. What did they see, he wondered? He was stone-cold sober, only drinking water as Jonathan worked on his second drink since arriving, but he felt relaxed, comfortable in his own skin, something he felt more and more since last weekend. He drained the bottle and set the empty on the bar. Turning back to the room he felt the tank top rub his right nipple and realized it was hard, sticking out. Glancing down he saw the left was exposed, and just as hard. The memory of Ben sucking on it last weekend and the nip of his teeth flashed through his mind and he felt his cock stir. He felt his sex, the way his nipples stood out and the way his cock suddenly felt trapped in his jeans. The music grew louder, the dance floor coming alive with lights, and the vibrations coursed through his body, the rhythm of the music, its basic beat and he slide over toward Jonathan and let his arm press against Jonathan’s arm.

Jonathan didn’t move away.

Jonathan ordered another drink and leaned in close to Kenny.

“Thanks for coming with me.”

“Thanks for inviting me” replied Kenny, smiling at Jonathan, and for just a moment he thought Jonathan was going to lean in and kiss him.

As the music played others arrived, came up to the bar, stood in groups around the room and over time moved to the dance floor till it was an undulated mass of bodies. Kenny watched the way people moved, especially with each other, and it reminded him of foreplay, the teasing of each other before sex. And the way some danced was like sex, the moving together and away, the intertwined bodies. The movement of arms in the air.  How long Jonathan and he had been standing at the bar he had no idea, nor did he care. They seemed lost in their own little world, separated from the normal outside world.

Kenny felt Jonathan’s hand moving down his arm, then take him by the wrist.

“Will you come to the dance floor with me? I like this song” asked Jonathan and Kenny nodded yes, catching how Jonathan asked, the vague request that left his motivation ambiguous. But Jonathan holding him by the wrist leading him to the dance floor wasn’t so ambiguous. He followed Jonathan till they were in the middle of the floor, the lights moving over them in waves, the sound more intense. They had to dance close, bumping each other often but Jonathan kept a stoic persona, didn’t give Kenny direct eye contact, nor made any advance. It was a tease, the whole thing. Kenny enjoyed it at first but soon felt a frustration about how Jonathan kept his distance, not in physical space, but in attitude, the way he was acting.

‘This is bullshit’ Kenny thought as he turned toward Jonathan and moved up close till he felt their bodies touch. Jonathan flinched then moved back into contact with him, his movement aligning with Kenny’s. Kenny put his hands on Jonathan’s waist and moved them upward, slowly, sliding them under the pullover feeling the warm skin beneath. He moved closer, Jonathan’s height only a couple of inches taller than his own and he pretended to lean in to say something kissing Jonathan on the neck just below the ear. Moving upward, lips grazing the earlobe he whispered.

“Is this okay?”

Jonathan spun Kenny around and held their bodies together as he rubbed his nose in Kenny’s hair then moved down to the right ear where he tongued it, nipped at the lobe then whispered.

“Yes.”

Jonathan took the tank top by the waistband and surprising Kenny lifted it up, pulling it off. Kenny felt the warm air hit his upper body, the sense of being shirtless making him feel exposed. Jonathan’s hands moved over his stomach and chest, raked over each erect nipple. Without realizing it Kenny felt the pinch of each one, Jonathan’s fingers pinching down and twisting slightly each nipple till he pushed back with his ass and moaned, louder than he knew he should have. Opening his eyes, he saw those nearby looking at him, smiling knowingly.

They pulled apart and began to dance again, following the rhythm of the music. The lights moved over them, the whole undulated mass of them till the room grew hot, the floor wet with the humidity of their bodies in such close quarters. Kenny noticed how some girls were down to bras and many of the guys shirtless, some even down to boxer briefs, some a costume of sorts, bands of color, or provocative in style that bulged obscenely at the front, displaying the guys’ sex.

Kenny felt his own sex, almost fully erect in the tight confines of his jeans as he moved behind Jonathan and pressed himself to his back. Jonathan pushed back, grinding against his crotch making his cock ache for release.

“Let’s go” said Kenny in Jonathan’s ear, his tone demanding. He knew now was the time, Jonathan open to his own desires, past whatever fears that had held him back. He took Jonathan by the hand, their fingers interlocking together as he led Jonathan out of the club and to the car.

The drive back to the dorm seemed to take forever. Careful of the speed limits and not doing anything to attract the attention of the police, Kenny still drove with an urgency. The cool air felt good on his stomach and chest, evaporating the sweat where his jacket was open. He didn’t know what Jonathan did with the tank top when he had removed it, but it wasn’t important now. Glancing at the clock he saw it was nearly one and he thought of his first class at eight knowing he wasn’t going to make it and probably the next one either.

Car parked, Kenny led Jonathan to the dorm, up the stairs to their floor. Only one door was open, at the far end of the corridor and they moved silently to their own door. Jonathan hadn’t said much on the way and as Kenny led him into the room he worried that Jonathan would get cold feet. Inside the room, only Jonathan’s lamp on, Kenny led him over to his bed as he tugged off the jacket tossing it over his chair. He saw Jonathan’s jacket land on top and he turned to see Jonathan moving toward him, arms raising upward removing his shirt.

Kenny moved to him, reached for his jeans, unbuckling the belt, pulling the button free and tugging the zipper down. He felt Jonathan’s hands move to his shoulders, move up his neck and cradle his head as Jonathan moved to him, bringing their lips together. Hands fumbling, blindly working to push down the jeans and boxer briefs, Kenny persisted till he felt everything slip down Jonathan’s legs. He moved his hands along Jonathan’s stomach and down till he felt it, the hardening cock angled upward between them. He ran his fingers down its length, encircled it feeling its girth then he stroked it till he felt Jonathan pushing it through his fingers.

Jonathan pushed Kenny backward till he fell back on his bed, moving up between his legs and down on his knees. Leaning up on his elbows Kenny watched as Jonathan undid his jeans, pulling each button along the fly loose, spreading them open till his boxers tented upward in the opening, his hard cock flexing freely in the loose fabric.

“You’ve been hard half the night, haven’t you?” asked Jonathan as he worked the boxers and jeans over Kenny’s cock and down his legs.

“Yeah…” Kenny replied as he watched Jonathan work each leg free, pulling his foot loose when able. He was naked, cock hovering over his abdomen as Jonathan’s hands came down on each leg and slide upward till they framed his cock, the fingers combing through the sparse fan of pubic hair. Jonathan took him in hand, held his cock up and moved to it. Holding his breath, Kenny waited anxiously for that first contact, the feel of lips or tongue on his cock. He couldn’t help it, he flexed in Jonathan’s hand and a bead formed in the slit. Jonathan looked at it up close seeming unsure what to do as he stared at it.

“Lick it off” Kenny whispered, and as if in a trance, Jonathan did as he asked, moved closer, then tongued the head.  Kenny exhaled heavily at the touch and fought to control the urge to push upward with his hips.

The hesitation Jonathan showed just moments before was gone and he quickly sank his mouth on Kenny’s cock, taking nearly all of it into his mouth. Jonathan’s hands held him by the hips as he worked his mouth up and down. Slowly, lips firmly around the shaft feeling the hardness of it, the way it slipped through wetly. He pushed down to the point of gagging.

Kenny lay back, eyes closed, savoring the feel of Jonathan’s mouth, the heat of it, the slickness of those lips moving up and down. He put one hand on Jonathan’s head and worked his fingers through the hair. He felt the softness as it moved through his fingers with the up and down movement of Jonathan’s head. His cock grew harder, so rigid it hurt, and he pushed Jonathan off. Jonathan looked at him, eyes questioning, worried Kenny was going to stop what they were doing.

“Get on the bed” Kenny whispered moving around to make room.

Jonathan stood up then eased down on the bed. His cock angled up hard, the head wet. Kenny guided him on to his back and moved up on his knees between Jonathan’s legs. He reached down and stroked Jonathan smearing the slickness down the shaft. Jonathan grunted and pushed up with his hips. ‘Yeah, he wants it’ Kenny thought as he moved his hand down and tugged on the sac till Jonathan shivered then he let his fingers traced the line in the flesh down to Jonathan’s opening, rubbing it tightness. Jonathan tensed up, suddenly looking afraid.

Kenny recognized the look, saw it in himself many times when he had looked in the mirror contemplating his sexual desires. He knew that fear, the crossing of some imaginary line that made manifest those desires that so many called evil, a sickness, but deep down, he knew it was a lie. Leaning over Jonathan he knew how to guide him across that line, to allow him to experience those desires he craved.

“Do you want to do this?” Kenny whispered, lowering his voice further, “do you, Jonathan?”

After a silence that seemed to last far too long, “yes” uttered Jonathan.

“What do you want?”

“You…this…”

“What do you want me to do? Come on, say it…admit it to me, and yourself.”

“I want…sex…sex with you.”

“Come on, Jonathan, say it…say it.”

“Do me…Kenny…” replied Jonathan, his voice quivering at first, the it became steady, calm, “fuck me…fuck me Kenny…please.”

“You want to feel me inside you?”

“Yes…put it in me.”

Kenny lifted Jonathan’s legs to his chest, stroking the right leg while pushing his cock down aligned with Jonathan’s opening. He pushed forward feeling the tightness trying to prevent entry. For a moment he saw Jonathan tense up, then relax, actually pushing with his hips. Kenny pushed again, feeling his cock stretch Jonathan open, the tight squeeze on the head of his cock as it penetrated. Jonathan moaned, his body quivering.

“Oh…fuck…do it…do it…do it, put it in me” uttered Jonathan.

Kenny pushed inward sinking another inch through the tight opening and Jonathan’s hands grabbed at his upper thighs, the fingers digging into the flesh.

“Relax…push toward me. Let me in.”

Kenny pushed another inch into Jonathan and held still, waiting, knowing it would be soon. He saw it first, the way Jonathan relaxed and moved beneath him. Then he felt it, the way Jonathan’s opening loosened to his penetration and now it seemed as if he was being sucked into the depths of Jonathan’s body. He eased himself all the way in till his hips pressed tightly to Jonathan’s ass.

Moving forward, legs still on his shoulders, Kenny folded Jonathan over. He took each leg and pushed them down on either side of Jonathan’s torso. He knew how it would angle Jonathan’s ass upward, keep it angled for his cock, the perfect position to fuck. And he did.

Driving his hips up and down, Kenny began to work his cock inward and out. He pushed inward all the way each time, feeling Jonathan’s tight opening milk his cock as the soft heat of Jonathan’s body engulfed his cock. Jonathan moaned and grunted beneath him, began to undulate his body with their fuck. Faster and faster their pace grew, till the smack of bodies coming together filled the room. The bed squeaked and rocked, at times banging against the wall.

Kenny didn’t care how loud they got, didn’t care who could hear. Every conscious thought was on fucking Jonathan, the feel of it, they way it consumed him. He felt hands on his back, grabbing at his body, clinging to him, almost desperate.

“Fuck…I’m going to…” uttered Kenny as he shoved inward and hammered at Jonathan’s hole with his hips. The surge of release moved through him till he felt each eruption, each ejaculation as he pushed inward harder and harder.

Exhausted, finally spent, Kenny fell still on top of Jonathan. He felt the way his own heavy breathing moved him, the rise and fall of his chest, and below him, breathing just as hard, Jonathan held him.  He stayed still for a long time, feeling the cooling of his back as sweat evaporated. He became aware of the silence. They way their surroundings came back into focus. He turned to Jonathan pressing their lips together. He felt Jonathan’s hard cock pressed into his stomach and suddenly felt a new desire, another pleasure he wanted from Jonathan. Moving over beside him on his stomach he kept their eye contact.

“Jonathan, do me.”

Jonathan’s eyes showed a primitiveness, a sense of desire Kenny had learned in the last week. He moved over Kenny’s prone body and pushed his cock down, worked it down between the cheeks of Kenny’s ass till he was pushing against the opening hidden within.

“Do it, put it in me…come on…don’t tease me” Kenny pleaded.

Jonathan pushed with his hips and felt his cock penetrate the tight opening, felt the way it milked his cock as he sank inch after inch into Kenny’s depths. Kenny raised his hips encouraging Jonathan, spurring him onward, to push inward deeper.

Jonathan pushed in till he was tight against Kenny’s ass. Leaning down he kissed the back of Kenny’s neck, moved along the right shoulder, kissing and nipping at the flesh.

“Fuck…fuck me” Kenny begged.

Jonathan wrapped one arm around Kenny’s neck bear hugging him and he began to work his hips, to pull upward then push back inward, over and over and over, till his pace increased, his hips smacking down against Kenny’s ass. He fucked steadily, a fast rhythm both knew would not last long. Jonathan sought release, his need to come too great to hold back. He thrust inward with all his strength.

“Fuck…fuck…” uttered Jonathan and he bit Kenny on the neck and came, pumping his spurting cock through the hot load lubricating his fuck, making it easier to thrust into Kenny’s depths. Finally spent, he slowed, his hips moving gently, the piston action of his cock keeping him hard and he felt his arousal renew, felt a continued need to fuck.

“Yeah…come on Jonathan. Fuck me again…do it” whispered Kenny as he felt the renewed movement of Jonathan’s fuck, the increase in pace, that still hard cock moving within him.

Jonathan moved slower this time, his pace unhurried, as he ground his hips against Kenny’s ass, working his cock into the hot depths of Kenny’s body. Their fuck lasted a long time, till Jonathan’s body quivered and his skin grew hot, slick, with its exertions. Kenny felt his own erection, the way it was being pushed into the mattress, rubbing him to climax. Jonathan suddenly increased his pace, grew more animated as he came for the second time.


Kenny lay in bed, the sun casting a square of light across the room and over Jonathan’s empty bed. The room was silent, the only sound coming from the corridor of as others came and went to their classes. Jonathan had gotten up around ten and went to his eleven o’clock class, one he said he could not skip today. Kenny considered skipping all of his classes but rolled up knowing he needed to go to his one o’clock. His whole body had the dull ache of over exertion, and it felt good to stand and stretch, to twist his torso back and forth and raise his arms over his head.  He stumbled to the bathroom where he leaned his hands on the wall either side of the toilet as he relieved himself. He had just flushed the toilet when the door to Ben and Paul’s room swung open startling him.

“Jesus…” exclaimed Kenny.

“Sorry, but we have to know. What were Jonathan and you doing last night…as if we didn’t already know” asked Paul with Ben standing right behind him.

Kenny smiled, seeing how they wanted to know details, wanted him to confirm what they already knew.

“Let’s just say there ain’t no virgins in our room.”

by Grant

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