Do Me A Favor

“You good?” Tate asked Ramsey, concerned he may be freaking out after last night with Hayden Jenkins.

Ramsey shrugged. “Yeah. I guess. I don’t know. I’m still processing it.” He really was still processing. It was a good experience although a strange one. He couldn’t stop thinking about Hayden. He thought it would be an experimentation, maybe happen one time. But he was feeling the urge to do it again. He didn’t want Tate to know that though. He was uneasy about losing his masculinity and his edge he felt he had over his best friend.

Tate couldn’t help but snicker at his buddy’s predicament. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you did well for your first time.” Tate thought making light of the situation might ease Ramsey’s fragile ego. He knew part of the reason Ramsey was having issues was because he prided himself on his uber masculinity and maybe he felt he compromised that being allowing himself to be under the control of another man. Tate knows he felt that way for a long time. He still does a tiny bit but not as much as Ramsey is feeling.

“Gee, thanks. Asshole,” Ramsey hit back. “I had no idea what you go through after getting fucked. Dude, my ass is killing me.”

“Yeah. Welcome to my world. Now imagine getting fucked by two different guys, two days in a row,” said Tate remembering all those times hooking up Hayden and then Ramsey or some other fuck buddy the next day. He let his urges take over and just couldn’t wait to feel a cock in his ass.

“Yeah…no. I don’t think I could do that,” Ramsey said, shivering at the thought.

“Eh, you get used to it.”

“Dude, I’ve been leaking,” Ramsey admitted with great embarrassment. He even said it in a hush voice like someone could be listening even though they were alone sitting in the quad hanging out before their first class. “I thought I got it all out.”

Tate laughed again. “Hayden shoots huge loads. It comes with the territory.”

“Christ,” Ramsey murmured in frustration. Is this what Tate deals with? Is it worth it? He had to admit to himself, knowing Hayden’s DNA was mixing with his own gave him a sense of satisfaction and hero worship.

So, you going to do it again?”

“With Hayden?”

“Yeah…or whoever,” Tate shrugged with a chuckle.

“Oh, I don’t know. Like I said, I’m still processing.”

“Did you at least like it? You looked like you liked it. You did call him daddy, which was extremely hot to hear YOU say to another dude.”

Ramsey thought about his next words carefully. Damn, he did call Hayden daddy. What the fuck was that all about? What he didn’t reveal to Tate was that Hayden had been blowing up his phone with texts. Hayden wanted to see him again, one on one. Ramsey didn’t want to hurt Tate’s feelings even though Tate was not sensitive in the least. But he still felt Tate thought he had a connection with Hayden. Truth is, Ramsey did like it. He liked it a lot. When he said that Hayden “owned him”, he meant it. He liked that such a masculine, alpha was inside him. He saw fireworks when Hayden was pumping into him. For the first time in his life, he felt true bliss. It came from someone he never dreamed would ever affect him the way it did. For the first time, Ramsey was in awe of another man, sexually. He always thought himself sort of an alpha, athletic, rugged, uber masculine and only looked out for number one. Hayden overshadowed him; his presence was looming over Ramsey. He felt it from the first time he saw Hayden at the party. He texted Hayden that he did want to meet again. One on one.

“I did. It was strange at first but, yeah, I guess I liked it,” Ramsey told him. He didn’t like it, he loved it. Again, don’t admit that to Tate. Tate was his inferior and he wanted to keep it that way.

“So, should I set up another hook up with the three of us?” Tate asked very excited. Ramsey noticed there was a little stiffness in Tate’s pants.

Ramsey smiled nervously. “Nah. It’s cool, man. Not right now anyway.”

“Alright. Just let me know. I think Hayden liked you.”

Oh, if Tate only knew how much Hayden liked Ramsey.

“Hey, what’s not to like, eh?” Ramsey joked, saving face.

“Hey. What are you guys up to?”

Ramsey and Tate abruptly stopped their conversation with Graham Jenkins walked up. Tate noticed immediately how good Jenkins looked today. His dark complexion made his green eyes seem like they glowed. He was wearing khaki shorts. Jenkin’s had hot muscular legs, lean and sinewy. The form fitting red polo shirt strained at his biceps but clung to his shoulders like it was made for them.

Jenkins was watching from a distance, determined to figure out what the two guys were hiding. They just seemed too secretive. Once again, a flash of suspicion went through his brain again that maybe they were into each other. They were more affectionate than usual. Jenkins always thought both guys were a little too pretty to be totally straight. Ramsey had the hot bad boy vibe, cocky about his looks which rubbed Jenkins the wrong way. But Tate had the confident fitness model look going on. Jenkins was envious of Tate. Tate seemed to always get what he wanted. He was very flirtatious, and he knew how to use his looks to his advantage. Jenkins was also envious of Tate’s body. While Ramsey was more rugged, Tate was sleek and smooth. They maybe were too good looking for their own good. Jenkins felt a twinge of jealousy watching the two friends. Maybe it was a feeling of being left out. He considered them his best friends, at least, Tate was. Ramsey came with the package deal.

“Ok, now I’m starting to get a complex. You always stop talking whenever I come around,” Jenkins said with suspicion. Trying to catch them in a lie.

“What? No, we don’t.” “We don’t,” the two said at the same time.

Well, that was an odd, thought Jenkins. “What the fuck?” Jenkins laughed. “You two are fucking weird.”

They all laughed. Tate and Ramsey fake laughing hoping it would satisfy Jenkins’s suspicion as just joking around. Jenkins recognized their uncomfortable laugh. Yes, they were definitely hiding something.

“So, where were you guys last night?” Jenkins asked, again, he wanted to see them squirm.

The two guys looked at each other. “What…what do you mean? We weren’t together…last night,” Ramsey replied quickly, trying not to sound guilty but doing the opposite.

“Chill,” said Jenkins, giving Ramsey a strange look. “I didn’t say you were together.” Uh huh, they were together, Tate mused. “You missed a meeting at the frat. You guys live together, and I know when you don’t live in the house, sometimes finding out about meetings can be hard.”

Tate felt a sigh of relief. And he forgot all about the frat meeting. Since they moved off campus it was tough keeping track of events and activities at the frat. “I was studying.”

“I was on a date,” Ramsey said, replying right on top of Tate.

“Cool. You didn’t miss much.”

“Cool,” the other two said in unison.

“Oh, by the way, Tate, can you give me a ride to my dad’s place this afternoon?” Jenkins asked turning his attention to Tate and not so much Ramsey. He hadn’t spent some one-on-one time with him in a while. He wanted to hang out alone, without Ramsey,

Ramsey about choked on his own tongue. “YOUR dad?”

Jenkins tilted head and answered with complete confusion that he may have been unclear. “Uh, yeah. MY dad.” What the fuck was that about? “You have a problem with MY dad, Ramsey?

“No. How…how come you need a lift? Something wrong with your ride?” Ramsey asked with a nervous tremor.

Jenkins directed his answer to Tate, even though, Ramsey asked it.

“My Beamer was in the shop and the dumbass dealership left it at my dad’s instead of delivering it here and now they’re too booked up to go get it and bring it to me.”

“Yeah, I can take you,” Tate offered, knowing maybe he might see Hayden again.

“No, I can take you,” Ramsey cut in. Tate turned and looked at Ramsey, leery of his friend. Ramsey was suddenly interested in seeing Hayden again. At least, be in his presence.

Jenkins looked to Tate. “Either one, I guess, but Tate has been there before.” God, he hoped Tate would take him. Ramsey always talked about himself. It was exhausting sometimes.

“Yeah. I have,” Tate acknowledged uneasily looking at Ramsey.

“Great. So, Tate can take me,” Jenkins confirmed. Thank God, he thought.

“No! I have to go to that side of town after class for an appointment. I can take you,” Ramsey insisted and lied. He had nowhere to be after class.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out, man,” Jenkins said, trying to convince Ramsey he didn’t need to.

“No. I said I will take you,” Ramsey insisted again. That made Jenkins recoil.

Jenkins nodded his head, briefly looking at Tate. “Ok, man. Thanks. How about 4 O’clock? At the frat?”

“Yeah, see you later,” Ramsey said.

Jenkins jogged away muttering about being late for something.

“What are you up to?” Tate asked him with suspicious mistrust.

“What? I have to go that direction after my last class anyway. It’s on my way.”

“Uh huh,” said Tate with definite misgivings.

Ramsey was feeling confused and eager at the same time. He had an excuse to see Hayden and he was going to take it. He just wished Tate would mind is own business for once.

“Dude, don’t do that,” Ramsey warned his buddy.

“What?”

“Just don’t. Let me do me,” he half pleaded.

Tate recognized conflict on his buddy’s face. “Ok,” he relented. “Just tell me if you need to talk about shit.”

“Yeah. No problem,” he said with a fist bump to Tate. “Love you, man.”

“Love you too, man.”

That afternoon, Ramsey pulled up to Hayden’s house with Hayden’s son. Jenkins’s BMW was sitting in the driveway and so was Hayden’s Jag. Ramsey felt a rush of adrenaline.

Ramsey was nervous as hell. “Well, here we are, man.”

“Come on in, dude. Have you met my dad?” Jenkins thought he’d be courteous since, for once, Ramsey was not acting like his usual cocky, annoying self.

Ramsey swallowed hard. “No. I’ve never met your dad. Ever.”

Jenkins turned to Ramsey after that last strange reply. “Dude, are you ok? Is there something you need to tell me?”

“What? No! Why?”

“You’ve just been acting really fucking weird lately.”

“Nah, dude. I got a lot of shit going on is all.”

“I’m not good at, you know, talking about stuff but if you need to, you know, talk, I’m here for you,” Jenkins told his buddy in an uncomfortable tone. He was trying to save his masculinity but still show that he cared. “Come on in for a minute.”

They entered the house and Jenkins yelled out to his dad to tell him he was home. Ramsey stood in the middle of the entry, uneasy and unsure of himself. His heart beating a million miles a minute.

He heard Hayden yell back a greeting and then a few seconds later, Hayden came down the stairs. “I got your keys in the kit…chen,” Hayden froze mid word when he saw Ramsey standing near the door.

“Dad, you haven’t met Ramsey. Ramsey, dad. Dad, Ramsey,” he lazily introduced them.

Hayden took the lead and walked over to shake Ramsey’s hand. Their eyes laser focused on each other’s.

“It’s Hayden. You don’t have to call me dad,” he chuckled with a slight wink that Jenkins couldn’t see. “The boy isn’t the best at social graces,” he chuckled.

God, this man was fucking sex personified, Ramsey thought.

“Nice to meet you,” Ramsey said as they shook hands longer than they should have. Both men were petrified.

“Well, I got to get back to campus. Thought you two should meet,” Jenkins informed them as grabbed his keys from the kitchen island.

“Yeah, no problem, Graham,” Hayden smiled. “It was nice seeing you for two whole seconds,” he said sarcastically. Jenkins rolled his eyes.

Graham. It sounded so weird to hear Jenkins being called by his first name. He’s always just been Jenkins to him.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be over tomorrow night for dinner,” Jenkin’s reminded him.

The two boys walked to the door, but Ramsey stopped. “Hey, can I use the bathroom before I leave? You can go on ahead. I’ve been needing to piss since we left campus,” Ramsey was starting to sweat making up that excuse to stay.

Jenkins shrugged. “Yeah. Down the hall, first door on the left. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Later,” Ramsey waved.

The door closed. Ramsey and Hayden stood as if statues. They stared each other down. They listened for Jenkins’s car to start and then listened for it to pull away. Once it was clear, like a hurricane, they both moved like a blur into each other’s arms, their mouths devouring the other. Both men running their hands over each other’s bodies, the sounds of wet kissing, grunts and groan emanating from the two muscular beasts.

Their clothes started flying off as Hayden pulled the younger man up the stairs, stopping every few steps to kiss. He took the kid’s hand, intertwined their fingers and led him to the bedroom. Ramsey looked down at their hands. Two masculine male hands, fingers intertwined, a brush of dark hair on each. He liked the feel of the roughness and warmth.

Hayden pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

“God, I missed you,” he told the boy between kisses.

“Me too,” Ramsey responded.

“You’re so beautiful,” Hayden fawned. “I want to be inside you so bad.”

“You’re so amazing.” Ramsey kissed him feverishly but also very aware he was kissing a dude.

“Yeah?” Hayden smiled. “I like that coming from a straight boy?”

Ramsey gulped before speaking. “Maybe I’m just gay for you.” he said unsure.

Hayden guffawed, “Well, that will have to do for now. You wouldn’t be the first straight guy I’ve turned,” he teased.

Well, that explains the confidence that oozes from the older man. They made out for a while, down to their underwear but soon those came off too. Ramsey found himself automatically lifting his legs and wrapping them around Hayden’s waist, locking his ankles in place.

Hayden knew exactly what that meant. His dream man was in his bed and nonverbally telling him what he wanted. He looked down into the kid’s eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ramsey confirmed.

Hayden scrambled for the lube that was on the side table. He wasted no time lubing up. Ramsey felt the man slid his finger in his puffy hole, still sore from last night. He watched the older man consumed with lust, fingering him. He could feel the finger and then two, stretching him out. He couldn’t stop looking at the handsome man who was fingering him like he had fingered so many girls in the past. This must be what it feels like to be them. He felt privileged and honored to have this alpha male claiming his hole for his own. The more he was fingered the more excited and hornier he became. His ass was thrusting up and his back was arching.

“Hayden. Fuck me.” Ramsey sounded desperate.

“You think you’re ready, babe?” Hayden wasn’t sure he should stop loosening him up.

“I’ve been ready. You shouldn’t have stopped fucking me last night,” Ramsey panted before he reached up and kissed Hayden. “Now, less talking and more fucking.”

“Now, that’s what I like to hear from my straight boys,” Hayden grinned as he drizzled lube on his cock and aimed at the kid’s hole.

“Here I come, babe. I’m going to prime your pussy.”

Why did referring to his ass as a pussy turn Ramsey on? It was an alpha move; one he’d used while having sex with numerous women.

Hayden slid in. Ramsey yelled out. It hurt. It hurt bad but he continued to allow penetration. He breathed deep in and out. He could do this. He needed to show Hayden he was a man. He knew once he got through the initial pain, everything would be fine. When Hayden hit bottom, the man stopped and allowed Ramsey to get used to it. Ramsey gritted his teeth, hissing through them.

Hayden gently kissed him, tiny wet kisses on the lips, so gentle, so sweet. Hayden’s demeanor had changed, not as alpha.

“How’s that feel, Ramsey? You feel full?”

“You have no idea.”

“You look so amazing, Ramsey. So big and muscular, your thick legs wrapped around my waist. My big straight boy.”

“I love it,” Ramsey replied breathlessly. “I love you inside my hole, Hayden.”

“You know, if we keep this up, you won’t be able to claim you’re straight anymore. Then that will make you officially mine.”

Ramsey opened his eyes and looked at Hayden. “I know. When I said you own me, I meant it. Don’t ask me how or why. It’s just something I know.

Hayden corkscrewed his cock a little bit, making Ramsey squirm. “I bet you’ve never been “owned” by anyone in your life.”

“Nope. So, feel privileged big guy. And if you tell anyone I said you owned me, I’ll punch you in the throat,” he laughed before another kiss.

Hayden began to pump in and out. He kissed the kid with slow passionate kisses. Ramsey felt the man’s shoulders and back. He loved the feel of another muscular guy, hard developed muscles. He squeezed his legs tighter.

Hayden fucked him slowly, deep. He wanted to revel in the moment, savor it. He fucked the hell out of the young stud last night, today it was special.

Hayden nuzzled his neck. He whispered quietly in Ramsey’s ear, “Making love to you.”

Ramsey’s heart skipped a beat. A man was making love to him. Such a foreign concept but it felt right. He couldn’t believe it. His head was spinning. What once was a curiosity to find out what anal sex was like turned into full on obsession with an older man. This man knew how to take care of him. Ramsey always pictured himself getting married to a nice girl, having a couple of kids and HE would take care of THEM. Now, it felt like the roles were reversed. How could he let another man control him like this? How could he suddenly want to pleasure a man? It must have been latent. It must be why he enjoyed fucking Tate so much.

“Yeah. Making love to your straight boy, dude?” Ramsey answered back in a breathy tone.

“Making love to my beautiful straight boy,” Hayden said with long, deep pumps.

“Hayden, dude, I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” Ramsey admitted, embarrassed he did. “I didn’t even want to look at a girl. I just kept thinking about last night and how amazing it was. What are you doing to me?”

“Trust me, straight boy, I rubbed out more than a few loads today thinking about you. I can’t get over how perfect you are.”

Ramsey’s heart melted for the first time in his life. “I’m yours, Hayden. Own me. Make me gay, dude.”

“You are too good to be true, straight boy,” Hayden smiled while he screwed the kid long, deep, and slow. “Your body is insane.”

They continued to make love for what must have been an hour. Just slow, sensual love making.

“Ramsey, I’m going to cum,” Hayden announced.

Ramsey held on tighter, his arms wrapped tightly around Hayden’s neck. “Kiss me while you breed me.”

Hayden kissed the boy, their tongues intertwined as Hayden grunted inside Ramsey’s mouth and Ramsey felt the warm liquid fill his hole. He wanted more. He wanted all of Hayden inside him, all his cum, all his masculine energy. He wanted Hayden to use his muscular, athletic body for his own pleasure.

Ramsey squeezed his hole around the cock inside of him as he came, shooting on his six-pack. It was the second time in two days that he had the best orgasm of his life.

Hayden left his cock inside Ramsey. “God, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” Hayden had never said that to a man before and meant it. It was usually in the throws of brutal fucking of some hot guy he met online, and it was directed solely to the body of a random hook up, not the man. Ramsey did something to him that he couldn’t explain. All the other guys left his mind when he was with Ramsey. It must be what it feels like to find a soulmate. The 20 plus years age difference made no difference.

“That was so fucking hot,” Ramsey panted, wiping sweat off his brow.

Hayden just stared into his eyes. “Ramsey, this may be premature, but I think I…”

Ramsey stopped him from finishing his sentence. He knew what he was going to say. He knew because he felt it too. Ramsey knew it was genuine but was Hayden? He reverted to his alpha persona, the one where he didn’t take shit from anyone. Ramsey had a very serious look on his ruggedly handsome face.

“Whoa! Before you finish that fuckin sentence, let me warn you, big man. Do not fuck with my head. Hayden, I’m serious. I know you’re a player. I know because so am I. I was. I’ve used that line a million times on women just to get laid. But this is a big fucking deal for me. Don’t tell me shit like that unless you fucking mean it. If you don’t, I walk,” his voice broke. Ramsey was shocked that he got choked up. This must be what if feels like to…feel.

Hayden listened to the kid stand his ground. Hayden liked that. He liked it mainly because he thought it was hot to hear those words coming out of a body like that. Ramsey was going to be his own man outside the bedroom but inside, Ramsey was his.

He ran his fingers through Ramsey’s thick hair. “I mean it, Ramsey. I don’t know how to prove it to you, but I mean it. Damn it, I fucking love you, Ramsey.”

Ramsey felt a surge of electricity shoot through him. For the first time, he felt worthy of another person. He’s just been fucking his way through life, not taking anything seriously and living only to get laid. Maybe all this is because he was trying to deny himself who he really was.

Ramsey looked up at Hayden with watery eyes. He couldn’t believe how emotional he was becoming. He never was emotional. It was like someone opened a flood gate.

“Fuck, Hayden,” he said with tears running down his stubbled cheeks. He was crying in front of another guy, one that had his dick in his ass.

“Hey. You don’t have to say anything. I know your freaked out.”

Ramsey now felt guilty if he didn’t say anything back. He knew how he felt but wasn’t used to expressing it. Hayden wiped his tears away with his thumb.

“It’s all good, straight boy. It’s all good,” Hayden whispered.

“Nah, dude. You think I’m a fucking sissy or something,” Ramsey sniffled.

Hayden laughed. “Trust me, Ramsey. YOU could never come off as a sissy. It’s physically impossible with a body like this.”

Ramsey raised his head up and kissed him then he set his head back down. He looked into the handsome man’s eyes and half smiled.

“Oh, god, I can’t believe I’m fucking saying this to a dude,” Ramsey said before taking a deep breath and reached up, pulled Hayden’s head down and he pressed their foreheads together.

“Hayden, I fucking love you. God damn, I love you,” he told him with tears streaming and Hayden’s warm breath on his face.

Hayden kissed him and wiped more tears away. He climbed off the bed and reached out for Ramsey’s hand. He pulled the kid off the bed and led him away.

“What are you doing, man?” Ramsey asked.

“I want to fuck you in the shower,” Hayden answered with a grin.

Ramsey thought about, shrugged and replied, “Sweet!”

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