19 September
Bobby held the cock in his hand and watched the last of the cum bead up in the slit then trickle down the head and over his hand. He leaned to it, licking it off his hand then the head of the cock. He put his lips over the head and sucked, drawing out the last drop, then sat back on his heels. He looked up at Bryce watching him pull gym shorts back in place. He ducked his head when Bryce swung a leg over it to come to his feet.
“Later,” said Bryce going to the door and leaving the room.
Bobby was on his knees, his hard cock pushing outward on his basketball shorts and his chin was wet from the blow job he had just given Bryce, who had not even bothered to properly close the door. Anyone could come in and find him down on his knees with the taste of Bryce’s cum in his mouth. It was starting to aggravate Bobby how Bryce would not reciprocate in any way, always leaving him horny as fuck and unsatisfied.
“Fucker,” he uttered as he climbed to his feet, shut and locked the door, then lay on his bed. He tugged off the basketball shorts and took his cock in hand. He tried to make it arousing, imagining the first time he saw Bryce naked. The first time he sucked him off. Then…nothing. Nothing to extend the fantasy. He was jacking off now just to come.
He jacked off in frustration and building anger at himself for letting that jock bastard use him. He jacked off just to cum, and when he ejaculated it was weak, barely shooting out of his cock.
He had been on campus for three weeks and already it was worse than high school. At least David had been willing to reciprocate even if terrified of being found out to the point their relationship ended before it really began. Bryce was just using him to get off.
23 September
Bobby came out of Madison Hall from his last class and headed to the cafeteria for his usual late lunch. He strolled across the campus while others rushed by, obviously going to another class. He looked at the guys he passed. Tall, short, average. Black hair, brown hair, blonde hair, and one red head. Muscular, lean, average. There were few he classified as not doable. Maybe he was just getting desperate for someone other than Bryce, anyone with a dick and a willingness to reciprocate.
The cafeteria was busy, a line of about twenty coming up to the service line. He moved around the dining area and got in line. Two girls came by with their trays and looked at him in that way, and he turned away. It did no good to give them the idea he was interested in them. But it always made him feel better about himself, this attention from another, even if they were not what he was looking for.
He sensed someone had come up behind him. Heard the shuffle and looking at the floor, saw the shadow of a guy. The outline of a ballcap on the head, the body that seemed to be lean, the bulge of a backpack on the back, and the unmistakable break along the legs where shorts ended and exposed legs begin.
“Hey, you’re in my calculus class, right?” said the guy behind him.
Bobby turned to reply, seeing it was the guy who had been sitting near the front of the class on the far side the first few days, then over the last week or maybe it has been for the last two weeks was sitting closer to him just one seat back out of his line of sight. He saw the lean body that was about his height of five feet eleven. He saw the black hair, thick and wavy, around a ballcap pulled low. He saw the smooth face, with only a little shadow of a beard trying to come in around the chin and upper lip. Then he noticed the blue eyes looking at him waiting on his response.
“Yes, Professor Cohen’s class,” Bobby finally replied, and he saw the guy smile and look away. Had he taken that long to reply? Had he been that obvious in checking him out?
“I’m Oscar.”
“Bobby.”
“Can I ask you about one of the problems?”
“Sure. Maybe I can help.”
“That problem dealing with maximum/minimum optimization.”
“Yeah, that one. I struggled with it. One of the guys in the dorm explained it to me.”
“Would it be asking too much if you could explain it to me?”
“Do you have a class after you eat lunch?”
“No, I’m done for the day.”
“Let’s eat lunch and you can come back to my dorm room, and I’ll see if I can explain it to you.”
Bobby sat at his desk to one side, letting Oscar sit up to it. They were close together, Bobby leaning over showing the principles with a couple of example problems. He would look at him, trying to make it appear it was just one guy looking at another while explaining something, and not someone gay sizing up another, knowing they would do something if only the other were willing.
The thing was, Oscar gave off the willing vibe. The way he looked at Bobby. The way he didn’t pull away when Bobby got too close.
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“That’s right, you’re getting it. Keep going,” said Bobby.
Oscar smiled and worked out the rest of the problem. “Zero?” he exclaimed as he sat back.
“Right. You want to try the next one?”
“Let’s take a break,” Oscar replied.
Bobby heard the higher octave of the voice, how nervous Oscar sounded. Then he felt a hand on his thigh. The room shrank around them and it seemed an eternity that hand lay on his thigh.
“I’ll do it for you,” said Oscar.
“Huh,” Bobby replied, still not sure he believed.
“If you won’t make fun of me, I’ll do it…suck you dick.”
It was Deja Vu. It was like hearing himself three weeks ago with Bryce saying nearly the same thing.
“No,” Bobby exclaimed. He instantly realized his mistake for Oscar misunderstood him. “I want to but not like that. I want it to be…mutual.”
“Really?” Oscar smiled.
“Of course,” Bobby replied, putting his hand on Oscar’s thigh and leaning to him, kissing him on the lips.
They were tentative at first, each a bit shy, then Bobby couldn’t stand it, this holding back from what he wanted. He stood and held out his hand. Oscar took it and came to his feet. Bobby led him over to his bed and he turned to him, kissing him on the lips, down the neck and back to the lips.
“Is this, okay?” Bobby whispered.
“Yes.”
Bobby worked the buttons free down Oscar’s shirt until it fell open revealing a smooth lean torso much like his own, and he slid the shirt from the shoulders letting it drop to the floor. He kissed Oscar again while undoing the cargo shorts, getting the belt undone, the button free, the zipper tugged down, and when the shorts fell to Oscar’s feet, he pushed the boxers down on top of them. He took Oscar in hand, feeling the flaccid cock respond quickly until it filled his hand, and he stroked it slowly, gently, building up Oscar’s arousal.
Hands came to Bobby’s waist, holding it as they kissed and he stroked cock. Then the hands were tugging upward, trying to get his T-shirt off. He held his arms up and let Oscar remove it, then he let Oscar undo his shorts and push everything down until around his ankles. He stepped out of them, backing to his bed.
Bobby lay back pulling Oscar to get on top. He spread his legs letting the lean body lay between them. Their shyness and inexperience made them fumble around and become silly until they were laughing. It relaxed them, made him more comfortable with each other. And it allowed Bobby to relax and ask for what he wanted.
“Oscar, do me. Put it in me.”
Bobby was guided to his stomach and Oscar moved over him. They moved against each other until Oscar was pressing against Bobby’s tightness. Then Oscar penetrated him.
Oscar bore into Bobby’s depths, pushed deeper and deeper until his hips were against the ass. Then he ground them against it as he moaned with the pleasurable feel of his cock inside Bobby.
Bobby moaned and tried to push his ass upward.
Then they moved as one, Oscar fucking cock into Bobby’s ass. Hips pumped and undulated. Stomach and chest rubbed and moved against back. Lips touched smooth skin, kissing it, then tongue dragged over the skin as other lips clinched tight with the face buried in the bed, moaning breathlessly. Then a new position, Bobby on his back, legs held wide apart, cock fucking his ass. Oscar moved faster and they uttered intimacies to each other, then Bobby uttered obscenely for Oscar to fuck him harder. And the physicality of their fuck increased until the bed rocked and squeaked beneath them. Lean bodies overheated, sweated, as lungs worked hard to take in enough oxygen.
Oscar folded Bobby in half, pushed the thighs against the lean chest and used all his weight to hold them down as he moved his hips freely, thrusting down into the ass, hard, with such force the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room. Only Bobby’s cries were louder.
Then Oscar was jerking and shuddering with release as Bobby came, his cock spurting thick wads between his thighs.
“OH, Bobby,” Oscar exclaimed as he pushed into the ass one more time, cock spent and so sensitive he had to hold still once buried in Bobby.
Oscar was on his knees and elbows, rocking with Bobby’s fuck. The steady rhythm of it made his own cock flop heavily between his thighs, dripping with his renewed arousal. “Bobby,” he uttered as cock bore into his depths over and over. The hands tightened on his waist and hips smacked against his ass. He was pushed forward, letting his head rest on the bed and he took his cock in hand, stroking with an urgency matching Bobby’s. He was quickly erect, and his hand moved slickly along the length of his cock as Bobby’s cock fucked him, pumped into his ass with such physicality he didn’t want it to end. He wanted this connection to hold, to keep them together, for he had sought it for far too long, then wondered if he could have it.
Bobby pulled Oscar to his knees, sweaty back against sweaty chest, and kept pumping cock into him. It rocked him relentlessly as he stroked his cock. He didn’t want this fuck to stop, but the surge of release built until his toes curled, muscled tightened, and he was thrusting his cock through his fist and pushing his ass back on Bobby’s cock.
“Fuck…I’m going to cum,” Oscar uttered as teeth nipped at the base of his neck. He came, hard, shuddering with each ejaculation. Bobby held him tight around the neck, pulled until his back arched and his spurting cock pushed outward. Bobby cried out, shoved into Oscar’s depths, and came.
26 September
Bobby stood at the window and watched Oscar crossing the commons between the dorms heading back to his dorm on the other side of campus. They had legitimately studied until they had completed their assignments. Oscar was going to get a shower and change clothes to meet him at the Italian place on Washington Ave. He turned to go get a shower when someone knocked.
Bobby swung the door open expecting it to be one of the guys wanting to borrow some notes or get help with their calculus. Instead, Bryce was standing at his door in gym shorts, and nothing else.
“Hey, can I come in?” said Bryce starting to move into the room past Bobby.
“No, I have plans.”
“Whoa, you’ve got plans? Well, they can wait, for this won’t take long,” said Bryce, leaning closer and lowering his voice, “I’ve got a huge load for you, can’t wait to feel your lips on my dick.”
“No Bryce,” said Bobby, blocking the door. “I’m not doing it anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because you didn’t do shit for me.”
“But I’m not gay.”
“Then stop asking me for a blow job,” said Bobby, pushing the door closed in Bryce’s face. He leaned back against the door expecting Bryce to try to push his way in. Instead, he heard Mike from across the hall laughing. “What’s a matter Bryce? Bobby finally sick of your shit?”
About fifteen minutes later Bobby came out of his room to see Mike and Carlos talking at Mike’s door.
“Hey guys,” said Bobby.
“Hey Bobby,” said Carlos.
Mike looked at him and smiled. “I’m glad to see you send Bryce packing. He’s a dick.”
“Yeah, I should have done it sooner.”
“He took advantage of you, so don’t feel guilty about. Are you going to do something with Oscar?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I like him. He’s nice.”
Bobby and Oscar sat on the small patio tucked between the restaurant and the adjacent used bookstore. Despite the patio’s small size, the way the landscaping was incorporated gave diners their own little oasis, a small intimate place just large enough for a table and two chairs.
“So, Bryce showed up at your place?” said Oscar
“Yeah, can you believe it.”
“Do you think he is closeted?”
Bobby sat back considering it as he had done before, then realized he didn’t care. “Maybe, but let’s talk about something else.”
Oscar smiled, knowing to drop the subject. “What are you ordering?”
“I think I’ll have the chicken scarpariello.”
“I’m going to order the Braciole. Or maybe I’ll order the lasagna.”
“Both are good.”
Their conversation drifted from the menu to their classes, then to personal aspects of their lives. When they first knew they were gay, what it was like in middle then high school. How their parents feel about it. As they went from salad to their main course, they eventually began to talk about their future. The degree they were pursuing and where they hoped it would take them.
It was obvious their goals aligned, at times surprisingly so. It made them think of it. A long-term relationship. Could they do it as they navigated through college, their first job, then where life took them.
The waiter paid, Bobby looked across the table and grinned.
“What is it?” said Oscar.
“My roommate is going to see a band play up in Atlanta and won’t be back until sometime in the morning.”
“So, we can go back to your dorm room.”
“Yep. Let’s go.”
Bobby lay on his bed, shirt open down the front, his jeans pulled down enough to reveal his ass, but kept his cock pinned within them. Oscar smiled devilishly as he held the legs down pumping his cock in the exposed ass.
For Bobby, the way Oscar was naked, not a stitch on, and he was partially dressed, pinned to the bed, it aroused him, made their sex take on a new aspect. A playful submission by him to Oscar. They had been wrestling around, then he had stripped Oscar and sucked him off. Then he found himself on the bed, pinned down, ass getting fucked. His own cock flexed in its confined space.
Far too soon, Oscar slammed into his ass, then shuddered with release.
Bobby lay back against the wall, sideways on the bed. Oscar in his lap, moving on his cock. He felt the way Oscar moved, seductively, erotically, the lean body undulating, working the ass on his cock. The body lay against him, hot and sweaty and he ran a hand down the slick skin and fondled the cock until Oscar was hard. He kissed the shoulder, nipped at it, then threw his head back and cried out as his cock erupted in the ass.
Bobby was pushed against the tiled wall of the shower, chest tight to it and his ass angled out, penetrated by the cock. Oscar kept him pinned to the wall while fucking him. A constant hard thrust, pumping cock into his ass.
Oscar had been looking out the window, still naked from their sex and shower. Water droplets reflected the light on the smooth skin. The round ass pushed back with his leaning over. It was too much for Bobby, despite coming three times, he was soon hard again, and he moved to him, entered him, fucked him, holding the naked body against his own. Fucking in front of the window unconcerned of being seen. He fucked until gasping for breath. He fucked to the point of exhaustion.
4 October
It was Friday afternoon, and Bryce was finished with his classes and a jog around campus. He was on a bench cooling down watching other students going in one direction or another. He leaned back, legs stretched out and began to look at certain students. His eyes followed a guy with dirty blonde hair and a lean build. The guy passed as someone with straw blonde hair and a similar build, and he stared until the guy drew near, about to pass right by him, and he looked away. Then he watched the guy move away from him, tight jeans revealing the way the ass moved. He forced himself to look away, admonishing himself for looking at the guys with those thoughts. Looking toward the student union, two guys were coming his way, both blonde, one a dirty blonde with hair longer than most and the other was a strawberry blonde with hair cut short revealing the shape of the head. Get it together he thought as the two guys drew near. But he stared at them until the strawberry blonde noticed and gave him a frown.
Bryce looked away embarrassed. Someone yelled “catch,” and Bryce looked up in time to see a guy grab a frisbee out of the air. Shirtless with a lean build and honey blonde hair. Of all the blondes, this one reminded him of Bobby the most. The same hair color, the same lean build. The guy had a round face with softer features whereas Bobby had an oval face with angular features. As much as he tried not to do it, he thought of Bobby. Bobby on his knees looking up at him. Bobby sucking his dick until he came. Bobby telling him no, and he sat up feeling his growing frustration. Another blonde head crossing the campus on a sidewalk further away. His eyes were drawn to the guy, and he realized it was Bobby walking with another guy, one about the same height, same general build, only black hair instead of blonde. They were walking side by side, laughing at something one of them said, and Bryce knew, just knew they were more than friends. He saw it their mannerisms, how they looked at each other. “Fuck,” he uttered, coming to his feet and jogging toward his dorm, no longer wanting to be outside with others.
Bryce was glad to see his roommate was gone, and he locked his door and paced the floor, going back and forth, replaying seeing Bobby walking across campus with another guy. He pushed the image from his mind, instead thinking of how horny he had been lately, how much he wanted to get off, and he stripped, kicking boxers and gym shorts across the room. He took his cock in hand, manipulating it, tugging on it. He began to think he couldn’t get hard, then finally, after far too long, his cock responded to his manipulations. He stroked it until it was rock hard; stroked furiously, angrily, just wanting to get off. He dropped to his knees in the middle of the floor and kept stroking it. Then he imagined it, Bobby in front of him, and he was sucking Bobby’s cock. Taking it in his mouth until Bobby filled it with cum.
He came. He came frustratingly with confusion and chagrin.
After showering, still feeling raw and horny, Bryce opened his laptop and went to that site, the one where gay men were searching for others. He browsed through those nearby, students like himself, and he looked at those that reminded him of Bobby.
Beachboi looking for someone just to have fun.
The guy was blonde and dressed like he was about to go surfing at some beach. There was even a white shell necklace contrasting against a tanned skin tone. For the first time, Bryce typed a message to another guy, a message to beachboy who was just looking for some fun. He imaged making the guy strip, get down on knees, and suck his cock, like he had made Bobby.
5 October
Julian came out of the bathroom wearing gym shorts cutoff way too short. If he sat wrong his nuts would hang out, and without underwear, it was the intent. He was shirtless, just his favorite necklace around his neck, one that contrasted with his skin. He went to his bed and pulled the cover back to the foot of it then went to the living area to the sofa to wait on Bryce to show up. He smiled at the thought of getting that big jock bastard into his apartment. He heard someone coming up the stairs outside and glanced at his watch seeing it was after six, time for Dylan to get home.
Dylan came in wearing a black shirt and pants from his part time job at the Thai restaurant just down the street. Dylan looked at Julian and smiled.
“Who’s coming over.”
“A new plaything. Go to your room and get out of those clothes. Who knows maybe I’ll share.”
Dylan smiled, shaking his head. “Nasty fuck,” he uttered as he went into his room. He went into his bathroom to strip and freshen up, for he knew if Julian gave the signal, he would respond.
Julian had watched his roommate leave the room, wondering if they could ever be more than fuck buddies. Dylan was so much like him it was scary. They even grew up near each other, crossing paths as teenagers who loved to surf. He was from Encinitas and Dylan was from La Jolla to his south. They had fucked around, included other guys, but they never formally dated. It seemed such a quaint thing to two teenage boys living life to the fullest.
Dylan was taller than his five foot nine, over six feet, with dirty blonde hair that lightened up with sun exposure. They were both muscular with lean builds, and they both loved to fuck. And get fucked.
Julian tugged on his nut sac, pulling it into view feeling how it made his cock stir. That Bryce better arrive soon for he was about to be dripping wet for a mouth or an ass.
A knock, two raps against the door. Julian climbed off the sofa, adjusted his loose shorts, and went to let Bryce in.
Bryce was dressed as Julian had requested. A pair of gym shorts and nothing else. He saw the eyes scan his own body until focused on his crotch. He wondered if the cock head was visible. If not, it would be soon.
“Come on in,” said Julian standing to one side.
Bryce came into the room and saw there were doors on each side of it that made up the living, dining, and small kitchen.
“You have a roommate?”
“Yes.”
“Is he here?” Bryce asked in a nervous voice.
“Yep, but don’t worry. He won’t come out…unless you want him to.”
Julian chuckled and knew Bryce thought he was just playing around.
“Lose the shorts,” said Julian, no longer sounded playful.
Bryce pushed them down and kicked them off. He stood naked, letting Julian size him up. He felt the eyes on him and his cock stirred with his growing arousal. He stood waiting, expecting Julian to get down on knees and come over and suck his cock. He watched Julian grope himself, then go to the sofa and lay back against the far arm. One knee up, the other laying to the side and Bryce could see up the short legs at the nuts in one opening and the cock in the other.
“Come over here,” said Julian.
Bryce moved to the sofa unsure of getting on it. He had never gotten on Bobby’s bed. That would have made it too intimate, and somehow Julian made the sofa feel even more intimate. But he was horny, so fucking horny, he eased down on the sofa sitting at Julian’s feet.
“Bryce, show me how you can use that mouth,” said Julian.
Bryce froze. He told himself to get his shorts on and leave. He looked at Julian seeing the serious expression, then he looked between the legs as Julian tugged on the shorts bringing the cock and nuts into full view.
“Come on, Bryce, show me how much you want it.”
Bryce looked at the cock as it flexed, getting hard. He looked at the nuts, hanging long out of the leg of the shorts.
“Come on Bryce, it’s just the two of us. Do it. Take me cock in that mouth. You know you want it,” said Julian.
Bryce did want it. He wanted it so bad his mouth filled with salvia. He looked up at Julian, then down at the cock as Julian waved it back and forth.
“Come on, Bryce. Show me how you want it.”
Bryce leaned over until his face was in the crotch. He licked the nuts and realized it didn’t disgust him. He licked the cock, dragging his tongue from the base of it all the way up to the head. He wanted it. Wanted it more than he could ever admit.
Julian moaned then smiled as he watched his cock disappear in that jock bastard’s mouth. The head moved up and down, slowly, with no rhythm. Bryce wasn’t good at sucking cock; not yet. But he was good enough.
“Take my shorts off,” Julian whispered, one more thing to make Bryce committed.
Fingers took the waistband, and he lifted his ass, letting Bryce work them down and off. Then Bryce went back to his cock, took it in the mouth and worked up and down on it.
“Fuck…that’s it. Suck my cock. Suck it,” Julian uttered in a soothing low tone.
Julian pushed upward, choking Bryce, then watched him get his breath and resume. He smiled at the commitment, how he could choke Bryce on his cock, and the jock would get back on it. He stretched his arms up, then tapped on the wall with his right hand.
Almost immediately Dylan came out of his bedroom, naked, stroking a hard cock. Julian smiled, shaking his head at how Dylan liked to say he was a pervert, but Dylan could be just as randy. Bryce didn’t hear Dylan, but when Dylan eased onto the sofa at his feet, he tried to come off Julian’s cock to look around. Julian put a hand on top of the head and held it down on his cock.
“It’s just Dylan come to have some fun with us,” said Julian. For a moment he thought Bryce would jump up and bolt from the room, but Dylan got down behind Bryce and buried a tongue in the jock’s ass. Julian saw the eyes go wide then watched as the mouth slid down his cock. I knew you’d want it Julian thought as he lay back against the arm of the sofa and watched Bryce’s mouth move on his cock. He saw Dylan moving and looked up to see him come to his knees and slap Bryce’s ass with his cock, then he put it between the cheeks. Julian took Bryce by the head and pulled the mouth down on his cock as Dylan penetrated the ass.
Bryce moaned and shuddered.
Dylan smiled as he pushed inward, inch after inch, until pressed against the ass.
“Damn he’s tight,” said Dylan.
“The best kind. Now fuck him,” said Julian.
Bryce rocked with Dylan’s fuck, at times hard enough to push him down on Julian’s cock. Dylan slowly increased his pace until the sofa rocked beneath them and Bryce came off Julian’s cock and cried out, grunting and uttering obscenities.
“Take it, take Dylan’s cock,” Julian exclaimed, then looked up at Dylan, “fuck him, fuck him harder.”
Julian watched Dylan hold firm to the waist as he pounded Bryce’s ass. Harder and harder, the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoing in the room, Dylan fucked Bryce until sweating. It was too much to watch. Too much to feel how the mouth was being pushed down on his cock. He held the head, pulling it down on his cock, then pumped his load down the throat.
Bryce choked and swallowed, and when Julian let him raise his head, he gasped for breath with eyes glassy and unfocused.
“Fuck…” Bryce uttered, then louder, “fuck me, fuck my ass.”
Julian wiped his dripping cock across the lips as Bryce rocked with Dylan’s fuck. The sound echoed in the room, hips smacking against ass, as Dylan held tight to the waist and fucked. Julian watched his roommate exert himself and knew Dylan was fucking to cum. There was no holding back, just the fuck for release. Bryce buried his face in Julian’s crotch, licking and mouthing his cock and nuts, then dragging the tongue through his pubic hair and over his abdomen, all the while rocking in that familiar rhythm; one man fucking another.
“Fuck!” Dylan cried out as he shoved into Bryce all the way and shuddered with his release.
Bryce rolled over and took his cock in hand. It was dripping and wet around the head. He looked from Julian to Dylan, hopeful, almost pleading with his stare, as he stroked his cock.
Julian shared a look with Dylan, then turned to Bryce. “Let us see how fucking turned on it made you to get fucked. Show us how aroused it made you. Come on, Bryce, pump out that load. Do it, do it,” said Julian.
Bryce stroked his cock noisily, roughly, then he slammed his head against the back of the sofa and cried out as cum roped up his chest then rained down on his stomach.
Dylan ran his fingers through the cum and fed them to Bryce who slurped and licked the fingers clean.
“Okay, Bryce, time for you to go. I’ve got to study,” said Julian. He saw the look, one confused and desirous of more, but too ashamed to admit to it. Bryce climbed to his feet and dressed as Julian and Dylan lay on the sofa watching him. He glanced at them with a look that seemed to indicate he wanted them to invite him back, but they just smiled at him, waiting for him to leave.
It had only been a minute after Bryce left, and Julian pulled up his cellphone making a call.
“Hey its Julian. You’re not going to believe who just left.”
“Who?”
“Your jock abuser.”
“Bryce?”
“Yep.”
“You sucked that asshole’s cock?”
“Hell no. I made him suck my cock while Dylan fucked his ass.”
“NO, you’re shitting me.”
“Nope. That jock put out and acted like he wanted to be invited back to put out again.”
“Damn.”
“I just thought you would want to know.”
“Thanks. Hey, you guys going to that concert next Wednesday night?”
“Yes. Wouldn’t miss it. I’ve gotta run and get cleaned up.”
“Bye Julian, and Julian.”
“Yes.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
Julian ended the call and smiled at Dylan.
“Was that Bobby?”
“Yes.”
“I bet he liked that bit of news.”
“He was amused by it.”
Then they laughed, falling over next to each other.
9 October
Bobby opened the door to Oscar, a towel around his waist having just come out of the shower.
“Hey, you’re early.”
“I know,” Oscar replied, looking at Bobby, from the head down to the towel. “How long before we need to leave?”
“It’s six now and the concert starts at eight.”
“So, we have time,” said Oscar, taking a hold of the towel and pulling it from Bobby’s waist. He dropped it on the floor and moved to him, kissing him on the lips. He manipulated the cock until it began to respond.
“Os-car what…if…” Bobby uttered, then pulled Oscar toward his bed, “fuck it,” he uttered. He went down on his bed and Oscar crawled on it between his legs. He threw his head back and clutched at the bed as Oscar took his cock in the mouth.
Bobby felt the mouth move on his cock, how the lips slid up and down it, how the tongue worked the head, and how it made him shudder with the feel of it. He was quickly rock-hard, and every touch made him shiver with his arousal.
“Oscar,” Bobby exclaimed.
Bobby couldn’t hold back, and he began to work his hips pumping cock into the mouth. Oscar held it over the cock, tongue out, letting it slide over it. Bobby pumped with greater urgency, thrusting upward until he could not stop himself. He had to cum. He shoved upward, then fell back and pumped his hips erratically as his cock erupted. The first wad roped up Oscar’s face, then then Oscar got his mouth on the spurting cock capturing the rest of the cum.
Oscar stood by the bed, shirtless with jeans and boxers around his ankles, and Bobby’s mouth on his cock. He braced himself on the shoulders and worked his hips slowly increasing the sensation of the suck. Bobby manipulated him until he ached for release, then pulled back and looked up.
“Fuck me. Oscar, fuck me,” said Bobby sliding back on the bed and turning.
Oscar stepped out of his jeans and boxers and moved on the bed. He took the offered legs and slapped his cock across the offered ass. Then he pushed against its tightness until breaching it. He penetrated Bobby, pushed into him slowly, gently, the head of his cock then a couple of inches of the shaft.
Bobby shuddered with the penetration then lay still. After a few seconds he began to undulate, to work his body, pushing his ass down Oscar’s cock. Oscar pushed deeper until hips were against the upturned ass, then he began to fuck. At first slowly, gently, working every inch out then back into Bobby. He built up his pace, working his hips faster and faster, until his hips smacked against the ass. He fucked with the need and urgency to cum. He fucked until sweating and breathing hard and Bobby was pleading for him to do it, to fuck him harder. And he fucked harder, gasping for breath, then he shoved into Bobby’s depths and shuddered and jerked with his release.
The concert went until nearly eleven, and everyone came out talking about their favorite song or singing some of the lyrics. Bobby and Oscar followed some of their friends out, including Julian and Dylan, who had given them a play-by-play run down of fucking Bryce, making them laugh and make exclamations of shock.
Carlos ran up to them, throwing an arm around Oscar’s neck. “Hey guys, there’s a party at this theater major’s place. Who’s in?”
“I’m in,” Dylan replied with Julian nodding yes. Most of the others said they were going to another party, then Julian looked at Bobby and Oscar.
“You guys coming with us?”
Bobby looked at Oscar, who nodded. “Yeah, we’ll go.”
“I’m going to pickup Mike, so I’ll see you there,” said Carlos, pulling away and rushing off.
The party was at an old house, two stories and set up for students. There were four bedrooms upstairs and the living and sitting rooms on the ground floor were made into bedrooms, with the kitchen and dining rooms the common areas for the residents.
When Bobby, Oscar, Julian, and Dylan arrived it was after eleven and the front porch had several students hanging out. Inside, the former living room was crowded with people sitting on the bed and floor. The dining room was set up for appetizers on the dining table and sodas and mixers on a side table. Music played through the house and the guys made their way to the dining room, getting something to drink then headed back to the kitchen where Carlos and Mike were hanging out with others, everyone crowded into the kitchen and around the table in the breakfast nook. After talking about the concert then some of the songs that had played, Bobby and Oscar went out back. A firepit burned with students sitting around it, others were in small groups on the small back porch or around the yard. They sat on the edge of the porch, legs stretched out in front of them, and they talked about gossip in the dorm, eventually drifting into conversations with others around them.
It was after midnight, and Bobby and Oscar found themselves in the front bedroom listening to two guys talk about a friend of theirs fucking a teacher for a better grade, making everyone laugh. Then someone mentioned a guy named Bryce and how he had portrayed himself as some tough jock but getting guys to suck him.
“But not anymore!” a guy exclaimed.
“Ain’t that the truth. The whore is upstairs now,” someone else added.
“Wait! Bryce Harrison?” said Bobby.
“Yes, you know him?” said the first guy.
“I’ve crossed paths with him.”
“Did you know he had a reputation of taking advantage of guys?”
“Yes,” said Bobby and he saw some understood he was one of them.
“He’s upstairs?” said Oscar.
“Last bedroom on the right,” said someone else.
“Why don’t you go up and see for yourself,” said the first guy.
“See what?” said Julian coming into the room.
“It seems Bryce is upstairs,” said Oscar.
“Oh, really?” said Dylan coming beside Julian with a wicked smile. “Shall we go see for ourselves?”
“I don’t know—” said Bobby, getting interrupted by Julian.
“Come on Bobby, just have a quick look. See Bryce’s truth.”
Julian and Dylan led Bobby and Oscar up the stairs, moving past others coming down or standing on the landing. On the second floor, they saw the front bedrooms were crowded with students sitting on the beds or on the floor, different music coming from each one. They passed a bathroom with a line at the door and a small laundry room, then came to the back two bedrooms. Both doors were closed, but when they drew near the one on the right, Julian looked back smiling.
“It’s not closed all the way,” Julian whispered.
Everyone crowded up to the door then Julian eased the door open. When it was cracked open about a foot, they could see Bryce working his ass on someone’s cock. He was leaned back over the guy on the bed, pumping his ass furiously on it, and it was obvious he had been doing so for some time. His torso was sweaty and glistening in the dim light and his wet cock flopped around with his movement.
“Fuck, look at that whore take that cock,” said Dylan amused by what he was seeing.
“I’ve seen enough,” said Bobby, taking Oscar by the hand, “let’s go back downstairs.”
“Okay,” said Oscar letting Bobby led him back to the stairs as Julian and Dylan entered the room.
Bobby followed Oscar back to his dorm. They hoped Oscar’s roommate was still out. As they crossed the campus, entered the dorm, and made their way up to the fourth floor, Bobby considered how he felt about seeing Bryce and realized he felt nothing but relief that Bryce was not interfering with his life.
When they entered Oscar’s room, seeing they had it alone, Bobby moved on him, pushing him against the wall, kissing with a desperation and need that felt as if it could consume him. He tugged and pulled at Oscar’s clothes until he had him naked, then he stripped, frantic to get naked too. He went to his knees and sucked. He manipulated the cock every way he knew how pushing Oscar to the point of release, then he held his mouth on the spurting cock until spent. He pulled off of it, and took it in hand, stroking it to keep it hard. He stood and Oscar’s cock still in hand, led him to the bed. He got on his stomach feeling the bed move then the touches and rubs of flesh against flesh as Oscar moved over him. Cock pushed against his tightness and when he pushed upward with his ass, he shivered with the feel of penetration. Then he lay still as Oscar pushed into his depths. Deeper and deeper, impossibly deep, then the movement of a fuck.
Oscar moved inside of him. Oscar lay on his back, kissing his neck, whispering intimacies, while grinding hips against his ass. He clutched the bed with the feel of the undulating body, then he undulated against it, pushing his ass upward wanting Oscar deeper inside him. He wanted to feel Oscar push into him until it felt like they were one, forever connected.
Oscar was braced against the tile wall as the shower ran hot enough to fog up the small room. Bobby held the narrow waist and worked his cock in the ass. A push inward until his hips were against the ass then a tug outward until his cock nearly slipped free. And sometimes he did slip free, letting it hover between them before punching back through the opening as it tried to close. He fucked Oscar, held tight to him, then leaned over and kissed the back. He kissed between the shoulder blades as warm water cascaded over his head and down Oscar’s back. He kissed the back of the neck, nipped at the right shoulder, all the while working his hips, fucking Oscar, fucking him with such a need it made him breathless.
Then he pushed into Oscar’s depths and shivered and jerked with his release.
21 November
Thanksgiving was a week away, a time to take a break from life on campus and spend a few days with family. Bobby looked across the room at Oscar lying on his bed reading some assignment. Out in the hall, there were sounds of others talking and horsing around. He turned back to his laptop and resumed typing the paper due next Monday.
He tried to focus on it, but he kept thinking about how the semester had unfolded for him. How it started off with him hooking up with Bryce, thinking it was too good to be true, that such an attractive jock would want him, then finding out it was too good to be true. And at his lowest point, he found Oscar, and he sat back and looked around again. He smiled, wondering how life would play out, for now it was more than he could have hoped for.
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