If you’re reading this and you and went to college, you know. That initial arrival with expectations and anxieties. The anticipation of meeting others, most for friendship, but some for more. The hope and expectation of meeting other gay guys and cutting loose.
I did.
Yes, college was all I expected, then some. Well, everything except that part about cutting loose. It was my fault, because I had arrived at the dorm wondering if my roommate would be ready and willing, and ten seconds in the same room with Bryan and I could rule that out. Then I did a survey of the rooms on my floor. You know, stick your head into a room, introduce yourself while sizing up the guys.
Across the hall in 211 was Lee and Garcia, and both were doable but Garcia…fuck, I wanted that hot Latin fuck. But photos of a girlfriend but the brakes on that fantasy. In Room 209 there was Mateo and Henry, and Henry was such a country boy and so cute, but the vibes were all wrong. It would take a few days to figure it out, for when Henry wanted us to have Bible studies, I knew I dodged a bullet. Next door in 210 there was Noah and Wil, both jocks with stocky builds and nice enough personalities, but a no-go on the attraction meter. On the other side of my room, in 214 was Tony and Liam. Tony had that hot Italian look with a lean wiry body and the sexiest eyes, and so goddamn straight as to be a parody of a straight boy. Liam was an intriguing one. A bit Goth but not hardcore. A forbidden fruit I would have done in a minute. I’d seen the porn with Goth boys doing it. Nasty fucks, and…
Let’s move on, shall we.
Down the hall in 202 there was Jacob (doable) and Duncan (goddamn was he doable) but after a couple of days it was obvious I would have been a third wheel in that little rainbow party. Paul, across the hall in 201 said you could hear them fucking some nights. And yes, before you ask, I went down to listen once…twice…okay a few times. But you should have seen the others gathered at the door listening. And most were straight guys. I bet they were jealous.
And there were others, but the one I’ve saved for last to mention is Wyatt. He was in room 219 with Mason Anderson of Great Falls, Montana (as he liked to remind us of every time we met). Wyatt was from Nebraska, a farm boy like no one I’d ever seen in Alabama. He was six-foot-three with a solid build. Not some gym rat muscular build, but one from hard work and a little weight room training (so he could play baseball in high school). He had this thick wavy black hair, grey eyes, and a firm round ass that I struggled not to stare at when behind him.
But he seemed so straight. He flirted with girls in our English class, made eye contact with girls on campus or in the cafeteria, smiling at them, giving them hope and crushing mine. I followed him around like a puppy dog, or as Duncan would describe me later, ‘a goddamn fool’. Yeah, I was a fool, for I wanted that hunky Nebraska farm boy so bad I almost begged him to let me suck his cock one night after drinking that rot gut shit Noah sneaked into the dorm.
So, after three weeks on campus, two weeks going to classes, I was horny as hell, masturbating in the shower late at night and in bed before Bryan got back from his last class. I rubbed my cock raw thinking of Wyatt, picturing him shirtless strolling down the hall (sorry, that’s the best I can do right now, and not for the lack of trying). I imagined touching that smooth chest, then dragging fingers down over the stomach. Then dragging my tongue over it. I imagined getting his jeans undone and my hand down in them touching him, and I tried to imagine his cock. But I couldn’t focus on one description. I bounced between cut and uncut, various lengths, thicknesses, and head shapes. I needed to see it. But I was in a dorm that had a bathroom between every two rooms, and Bryan and I shared a bathroom with Wil and Noah. There was no chance of seeing Wyatt in the shower or stepping out of it all nice and wet with cock hanging half hard and wet hair hanging over the forehead and…
Yeah, I had it bad.
I came back from dinner with a friend from high school to find guys getting ready to go out. It was like there was a big event going on, and I had no idea what it was. When I came into my room, Bryan was ready, and on his way out.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked, getting him to turn before going out the door.
“Have you forgotten some of the frats are having parties with bands playing.”
“That’s tonight?”
“Yes. Get cleaned up and come on out. We’ll be at the _________ frat house. I think they have the best band.”
“Okay,” I replied as he nodded then headed out.
I heard others moving down the hall and knew if I was going to avoid going-it-alone I had to hurry. I rushed through cleaning up and dressed in something better than old cargo shorts and a ripped T-shirt. Keys in hand I headed out just as Wyatt was coming down the hall.
“Hey, Graham, you going to the _______ frat party?”
“Bryan said to go to ________.”
“No, don’t go to that one. Go with me to _______.”
“Okay.”
(Yes, I’m easy. Real easy.)
So, I found myself walking across campus to the old fraternity row, the one with a tree lined street and the sound of bands playing loudly from backyards. We passed the one Bryan and some of the others were going, making our way down the street to the last frat house. It wasn’t as busy as the others, and I thought that people just hadn’t got down the street to it yet. I followed that firm round ass up the drive and passed a guy pretending to check ID’s and into a backyard area where a band was set up on an upper level of a patio with people standing on the lower-level listening to them play.
Wyatt grabbed two cups of beer, handing one off to me, then led me to the back of the little audience for the band. It was a cover band, one that played R.E.M., Nirvana, and (Wyatt had to inform me about this) The Pixies, Dinosaur Jr., and Sonic Youth. It was a loud riotous affair, at times with fists raised in the air and other times, people dancing.
Two girls flirted with us. Then another really got up into Wyatt’s world, and I knew for sure he would leave with her. But somehow, he politely got them to move along, saying something about wanting to hear the band play its sets before leaving. The band came back from a break and started up a song by The Pixies and I found myself bounding on my feet with the crowd. A few minutes later, Aaron from my Calculus class came up next to me telling me how great the band was, and did I listen to their music. As Aaron and were talking, Wyatt said he was going to find a toilet, and strolled off.
Okay, it couldn’t have been twenty minutes, maybe forty, fifty tops, but suddenly I realized Wyatt had not returned from the bathroom. He had left to go find one without a line at it (the Port-a-johns set up along the drive had a line at each one) right after Aaron walked up. It was a ‘oh no, a girl got him’ moment. Aaron went back to his friends he had come with, and I went off in search of my farm boy.
It was obvious I wasn’t supposed to go inside. The sliding doors on the patio were manned by guys belonging to the fraternity. I had seen them stop several from going inside. I went back to the drive and looked among those waiting in line for a Port-a-john not finding Wyatt. I wondered if he ditched me and went down to one of the other frat parties, but I had seen him walk toward the house. I went back to the patio area, circling on the outer side of it until at the back where I stepped off onto a lawn area. After circling around the patio to a step of steps going down, I saw there was a lower floor open to the lawn with small patios at two doors. It was dark except for light spilling out of the sliding doors, and I eased my way down until at the first sliding door. It was locked. I looked inside the small bedroom at two empty beds. I moved to the next sliding door and just back out of sight. It was a game room with a billiards table in the middle of it. There were a few guys standing around the perimeter with one lining up a shot. Peering around the edge of the sliding door, I looked for Wyatt, quickly disappointed to have struck out again.
“Where are you,” I mumbled to myself.
I eased back and started to go back to the patios when I saw a door further down. The small square of light of its upper window had finally caught my eye after moving away from the brighter light of the sliding doors. I moved out into the darkness away from the sliding door and around the lawn to the door. I was determined to get inside and look around. Wyatt had to be in there somewhere. Otherwise, it meant he had ditched me and taken off.
I saw it led to a hallway with a couple of doors on each side of it before turning out of sight. I tried the door and found it unlocked. Smiling like a fool, I eased inside where I could hear music playing on the lower floor. Was that disco? I wondered who in the frat put that on. I went to the door on the right and found it locked. I moved to the door on the left and tried it. The knob turned and I held my breath. I eased it open slowly, first seeing light as the door cleared the frame then I saw a sofa, an end table, then a foot on a coffee table. I froze wondering if the person inside saw the door opening. Nothing. I waited as long as I could stand it. I pushed the door open enough to peer around the door. “Fuck!” I exclaimed louder than I should and rushed into the room closing the door behind me. I stood staring at Wyatt in a side chair while feeling behind me for a lock on the door. It was a privacy lockset and I finally found the small button on the rosette, quickly pressing it in.
The room was a small TV room and laying passed out in a chair was Wyatt. He was practically on his back in it; head bent against the back. He was naked, just his socks still on, and he had cum on his face, chest, and stomach. His cock lay flaccid but thick and dripping, so he had gotten off too. One leg was over the arm of the chair and the other stretched out, foot on the coffee table, revealing an ass oozing cum.
“Jesus, what did you do?” I uttered. Yeah, a rhetorical question if there ever was one.
Then I just looked at him, taking advantage of the moment. His cock looked four inches long and I wondered how big it got when erect. His nuts hung heavily beneath it. He was everything I imagined, then some. I was so tempted to touch him. Just get a little feel of that smooth skin, then…then…
Get a fucking grip, I told myself. Then I cleared my throat loudly trying to stir him awake. Nothing. “Wyatt,” I whispered, then I repeated it louder until he finally stirred.
“What?” Wyatt mumbled with eyes still closed.
“Wyatt,” I said.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, at first as if nothing unusual was happening, then the eyes went wide, and he sat up bringing his feet to the floor. “Graham!”
I stared at him, unable to say anything, for where to begin. Your gay. You had sex with frat boys. Why didn’t you want to have sex with me. The usual jealous commentary running through my head.
“Graham,” Wyatt uttered again, but this time his tone was different. I saw the change in expression until he was grinning. “You want to mess around with me?”
“What? No…no…” I lied, then I found myself stepping closer to him. “Would you mess around with me?”
“Yeah, I would do it with you. I didn’t know you were gay.”
“Nor I you.”
He grimaced, then looked up at me. “I wasn’t sure about letting the floor know. I heard what Bryce said about Duncan and Jacob.”
“Bryce?”
“You know, in the room across from Duncan and Jacob; 203.”
“Oh, that asshole. I never learned his name.”
Wyatt leaned forward and reached out and touched my leg. “You want a blowjob?”
“Here? Now?”
“Yeah; I think we have time before those guys come back,” said Wyatt running his hand from my thigh up to my crotch.
“They could come back and—” His touch distracted me, then got my cock stirring. My sense of urgency to leave waivered, overwhelmed by Wyatt touching me.
“We have time,” said Wyatt with all the confidence in the world, as he slipped to the floor on his knees and began to undo my jeans.
And I let him. Just stood there feeling my jeans loosen around my waist, then tugged down with my boxers to mid-thigh exposing my growing cock. I looked down expecting him to continue with his manipulation, but the bastard wasted no time, just leaned forward and took me into his mouth.
He was no novice. He had me hard in no time, then sucked until I was quickly ready to cum. “Wyatt: I’m going to cum.” He doubled down on sucking my cock. When he focused on the head, his hand took my cock at the base and stroked it. I was soon pumping my hips pushing my cock into his mouth. He grabbed my waist and pulled me forward, burying my cock in it. He knew I was ready to cum, and cum I did. I pushed forward against that mouth and shuddered with release. I shook and jerked with each ejaculation as I filled his mouth, then I felt him swallow. It was too much. Too much manipulation of my sensitive cock and I pushed him back to free it.
I gasped for breath as Wyatt licked his lips. It was a shocking moment, then my brain began to work again, and I realized we could be found out at any moment.
“Get your clothes on,” I said to Wyatt, wishing I could just parade him back to the dorm naked.
He reached over to the floor and picked up his T-shirt, pulling it on. He reached over and picked up his jeans, then looked over again.
“Son of a bitch, one of the guys took my boxers.”
Of course they did. Probably holed up in a bathroom sniffing them. “Get your jeans on so we can go.” Every second in that room invited discovery. He put on the jeans, tucking that nice cock away as I contemplated setting it free once back at the dorm. I’d get that bastard naked if I had to do it in front of my roommate. “Come on; just slip your feet in your shoes and let’s go.”
He slipped his sneakers on and stood before me. “Okay let’s go,” he said and at that moment someone tried to open the door, then knocked on it.
“Hey, unlock the door,” came a voice through the door.
“You ready?” I whispered as I took the knob in hand. He nodded and I quickly opened the door and pushed past three or four guys, making them cry out. I rushed to the side door with Wyatt on my heels, then straight across the rear yard not trying to hide. Up the steps, around the outer parameter of the patio area, down the drive, and down the street, we jogged until a good block away. I stopped, bent over trying to catch my breath and Wyatt stood next to me. He started laughing.
“It’s not funny,” I exclaimed at him, but despite the scare and still looking to see if a gang of frat boys were on our tail, I started laughing too. “You asshole,” I uttered playfully. I watched him pace in a circle then stopped and looked at me.
“You ready to go back to the dorm or did you want to go to another party?” he asked.
“Another party? Hell, no. I want to go back to the dorm.”
He looked at me and smiled. “Okay, let’s go.”
Walking down the hall I expected Wyatt to continue to his own room, but when I unlocked my door and started in, he came up behind me, pushing me into the room. I was manhandled, spun around and kissed roughly. Hands held my ass squeezing each cheek, then he was tugging on my T-shirt. Not upward, but out and down. It ripped down the front and he tore it from my arms.
“Get naked,” Wyatt said.
For a moment the irony of that request didn’t escape me as he didn’t give me time to strip. He did it for me. Tugging my jeans until the button slipped free, pulling the zipper down, then pulling jeans and boxers down. I was naked before I knew it. I was on my bed, knees up getting sucked by the time I caught up with what was happening.
I watched that head move up and down as I felt the mouth on my cock. Dear God, he could suck. I moaned whorishly, clutched the bed in a death grip desperately trying not to shove upward and choke the cock sucking bastard.
“Fuck,” I uttered with clinched teeth, afraid to cry as I wanted, for I knew the whole damn floor would have heard me. Wyatt raised his head and looked at me with mischief in the eyes.
“Yeah, let’s fuck,” Wyatt said breathlessly. “Move!” he exclaimed motioning me to get up.
I rolled to my feet, cock sticking straight out, so erect it was flexing up and down. And it was wet with his salvia. Wyatt’s salvia. It had been in that big farm boy’s mouth.
Then Wyatt was moving onto the bed. He lay on his back and held his legs behind each knee. He wanted to be fucked again, and I didn’t hesitate to climb between those legs and rub my cock across his ass, then push against it. He opened to me so easily it was shocking. I just slipped inside him, and watched how the head of my cock disappeared, then inch after inch of the shaft. Goddamn, he took nearly every inch without flinching. Whore.
“Fuck; fuck; fuck me,” Wyatt barked.
I tugged outward then pushed inward, all the way. God that ass felt good around my cock. I kept moving, building up a steady fuck. I leaned back making my cock rub inside him in a way that increased its sensitivity. And I increased my pace. A pace that soon had me feeling my exertions and my arousal increased until I knew I had to slow down, or I would come too soon. I buried my cock in him and raised up looking down at that hot bastard.
“Graham, please…” Wyatt uttered then tilted his head back and arched his back, pushing that ass on my cock all the way.
I pushed his legs over as I moved over him. With thighs against chest, I pinned him to the bed using my weight to hold him down, not that he was fighting to get up, mind you. His ass angled upward perfectly, and I renewed our fuck. I tugged upward until nearly slipping free, then shoved back into his depths until my hips smacked against his ass. And I kept it up, building up my pace, just hammering his ass.
Earlier I had been worried someone would hear me if I cried out too loud. Now I didn’t give a fuck if they heard me banging Wyatt’s ass. If they heard the bed squeak as it rocked beneath us, or if Wyatt’s foul utterances carried out into the hall. Let them hear us, for I was lost to our fuck.
I felt his hands on my waist, fingers digging into my sides. I heard his moans and utterances and the bed squeaking in rhythm to our fuck. It spurned me onward. I kept up my pace, hips smacking against ass, over and over, until the sounds merged into nothing but sex with Wyatt. Sweat trickled down my face and rained down on him. My body heated up and suddenly I no longer felt my exertions. I loosened to them. I moved fluidly, pumping my cock into that turned up ass.
Then I could not hold back a second longer. I shoved into his depths and shuddered with my first ejaculation. Then I hammered my hips against his ass as my cock spurt wad after wad until I was finally spent.
I collapsed on top of Wyatt. I felt the heat of our bodies as we moved against each other. Wyatt took my head between his hands and turned me to face him. He kissed me, passionately, hungrily, and I relaxed to it, kissing him back.
He rolled me to my back and ground his cock against me. Then he rose on knees and took my legs at each ankle. I looked up at him as he looked down between us while aligning his cock to my opening.
“Wyatt,” I whispered and when he looked up, I nodded my submission to him.
I clutched the bed as his cock stretched me open and bore into my depths. I relished the feel of his penetration, how it gave me such a fullness within. When he began to fuck, short strokes at first, I arched my back pushing my ass down on his cock.
I wanted it as badly as he had.
Wyatt grinned devilishly, tightened his hold of my ankles, and increased the pace of our fuck. I felt that cock work my insides until I was shivering and sweating and gasping for breath. He pumped that cock so fast I could not sense if it was pushing in or tugging outward. All I knew was it was moving inside me. Then he fucked faster, rougher, hips smacking against my ass. I rocked and shuddered with the physicality of it.
As I lay there taking Wyatt’s fuck, I realized I had no idea how many times he got off at his little frat party. He could have gotten off two or three times for all I knew, but I knew it meant he could fuck for a very long time.
And he did.
He fucked me until I thought we would spontaneously combust. Then he turned my legs to one side and hammered my insides at a different angle. I thought I was going to cum again the way he banged my insides. His body glistened as sweat covered it, and on he fucked…and fucked…and fucked.
Wyatt was exhausted, barely able to catch his breath. I rose up, pushed him to lay on his back. I moved my ass over his cock and down on it. I lay back on my hands and moved it up and down at a furious pace. I wanted that jock bastard to get off and I wanted him to do it in my ass. I worked my ass on that cock until smacking down on Wyatt’s hips.
“Fuck; Graham!” Wyatt cried out.
I slammed down on his cock and ground my ass on it as he held my thighs down. He shuddered and jerked as I felt him shoving upward, knowing he had finally reached the point of release.
I lay in bed, my roommate lightly snoring over his bed, while I replayed the night. Of finding Wyatt in that frat house naked and covered in cum. Of him sucking me off, then coming back to the dorm to fuck to the point of exhaustion. It was surreal to think of it, but not as surreal as the way he kissed me before leaving to go to his room. I pictured that tall muscular farm boy, with tousled hair and pretty ass and…I’d never get to sleep.
I was pissed. Really pissed, to the point a lot of the guys on the floor noticed. All except the one I was pissed at. Wyatt. It seemed he was avoiding me, being gone all the next day after we fucked for half the night, then on Sunday, he took off with a few guys to hike while I went to the library to work on a paper. Now it was Tuesday, and all I had got out of Wyatt was a hey or how’s it going. The same as everyone else.
That evening I wanted to be alone to stew in my very own pity party. I went to this deli just off campus, a place with a small dining area for most orders were to go. I sat in the back corner away from a small group of girls at the front window.
As I ate, I made resolutions. Resolutions I was determined to follow through on, knowing some were as useless as a New Year’s Eve resolution. But I made them for what they represented.
1. I would meet over guys. I would go to the campus support group for gays and lesbians looking to hook up. I would go online, hitting on every hot fuck that I thought I had a ten per cent chance of getting into bed.
2. I would keep Wyatt at arm’s length. No more going to parties together, that was damn sure, but I would refrain from going to dinner with any small group of guys that included him.
3. I would come out, hoping it made him feel uncomfortable on the floor, as if anyone knew we had hooked up last Friday night. I imagined how it would keep Wyatt at bay, afraid to approach me.
4. I would stop being a pussy, wallowing in pity with my desire for Wyatt.
By the time I finished, I was determined to start on my list of resolutions. I marched my ass back to the dorm and announced to my roommate, then to several of the guys on the floor that I was gay. Bryan said he knew already and none of the others seemed surprised by my announcement. Liam said he was gay too and had a boyfriend back in Atlanta. Tony just wanted to know if I wanted to play some video games.
Definitely not like some of the experiences I had read about.
It was nearly midnight when I came out of Liam and Tony’s room to call it a night. I swung out of their room into the hall and nearly ran headfirst into Wyatt.
“Graham!”
“Wyatt,” I replied, far less enthusiastically.
“Noah said you came out.”
I heard the tone. It was surprising, and something else. As if he was worried or unsure of my coming out.
“Yes. Do you have a problem with it?”
“No, no, of course not.”
“What about you?”
“Me?”
“Goodnight Wyatt,” I replied, pushing roughly past him.
Wednesday morning and I was walking to class with an umbrella in hand. It was drizzling rain, just enough to wet you if you attempted it without an umbrella. I moved among my fellow classmates, hearing snippets of conversations, but nothing that captured my ear. I entered Hamilton Hall, made my way to the second floor and to my first class of the day.
When I left my last class of the day at two in the afternoon, my umbrella tucked into a side pocket of my backpack, I strolled across campus under a perfectly blue sky, amazed by how quickly the weather could change. I was on the sidewalk that entered the area where my dorm was located when someone came alongside me. They were taller than my five foot ten, and I knew it was Wyatt without looking.
“Are you mad at me?” said Wyatt.
“Why would I be mad?”
“You have barely said two words to me and…”
I let the silence build before replying. “After last Friday night, I thought…Look, I didn’t expect you to suddenly want a relationship with me or something, but I thought…
“I don’t know what I thought.”
“I assumed you thought of it as just a hook up.”
“Maybe I did.”
“But you want something more?”
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m just not the type to fuck around, to pick up a different guy each night. I would like to maybe date someone and…I know that is asking too much.”
“You think all I do is hook up and fuck?”
He said it with such a sarcastic tone I had to stop and look at him. He looked serious, then he smiled.
“Okay, I hooked up with those frat boys, but that was a first for me.”
“You haven’t been back to revisit that hedonistic night with them?” I could be just as sarcastic.
“Not yet. You want me to call them up and see if they want the two of us to come over tonight. We could fuck our way through half that frat house by morning.”
I laughed. Laughed out loud at the absurdity of what he was suggesting. But the idea of being with Wyatt fucking a bunch of frat boys was an intriguing thought.
We started walking again, making our way toward our dorm. I felt my anger drain away, knowing most of it was just foolish. We got to the entrance, Wyatt grabbing the door opening it to let me enter first.
“You want to go to dinner with me?” said Wyatt as I crossed the threshold.
“Aren’t you afraid to be seen with me?” I replied, sarcastically, but with a sliver of honesty.
“No,” Wyatt replied coming in behind me.
“Where do you want to go,” I replied as we came to the stairs. Being on the second floor it was crazy to wait for the slow ass elevator.
“How about Ivy’s?”
Ivy’s was a surprise, because it was a bit pricey for most of us students. It was a place the wealthier students or those on important dates would go. A restaurant with linen table clothes and waiters in black. It was more than I should be spending for dinner.
“Ivy’s is nice, but it is a bit out of my budget. How about The Tavern House?” The Tavern House was a slightly upscale bar and restaurant over the traditional tavern in town catering to students.
“I’m buying, so let’s do Ivy’s.”
Bryan was down the hall playing video games with Noah, Wil, and Duncan, leaving our room available to me. So, when Wyatt and I came back from Ivy’s we ended up in my room. I thought it would be an intimate night. All kissing and tender touches and gently taking off clothes to have slow sensual sex. Yeah, right.
Wyatt was on me as soon as the door was closed and locked. He spun me around and kissed me as he manhandled me into the room. My shirt was quickly unbuttoned and pulled off. My jeans were undone, then a hand was down inside my boxers. He didn’t gently fondle me; he manipulated me until I was rock hard and pushing against his hand.
“Get naked,” Wyatt exclaimed and once again he didn’t give me a second to undress myself. He pushed me onto my bed. He tugged off my shoes and socks and sent them flying. He grabbed the hem of each leg of my jeans and roughly pulled until my legs were free. Then he tugged so roughly on my boxers they ripped, and he didn’t stop, just kept pulling as the boxers ripped until fragments, which he tossed to the floor.
God I was so horny my cock hovered over my abdomen.
“Suck me,” I barked.
He was down on the floor and between my legs by the time the words left my mouth. He licked my nut sac; he took one in his mouth and tugged on it until I was shuddering. He licked the sac again, then up along my cock, just tonguing and kissing it. I clutched the bed and moaned as I felt his mouth descend down my cock.
I watched that head move on me, up and down, increasing my arousal until I was pushing upward. He held just the head of my cock against his tongue, and I knew what to do. I pumped upward, working my cock over that tongue to the back of this throat. I pumped slowly, relishing the feel of it until I had to cum. I pumped my hips faster and faster and just as I was going to cum, he closed his mouth on my cock and pushed down until I was pinned to the bed. A second of struggle, then I came, erupting in his mouth.
I was on him, unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it off, then pushing him down on the floor where I undid his jeans and pulled everything down his legs. I stripped that farm boy, until he wore only his socks. Fuck he was hot.
He held up his legs then pulled them back until his feet were straight up in the air. I dropped to my knees and moved to his spread ass. I rubbed my cock across it, then up and down over his tight opening.
“Fuck. Graham, stop teasing me,” Wyatt exclaimed.
I put my cock to that tight opening and pushed through its tightness. I shivered with the squeeze of my cock head, then I was holding my breath as I pushed into him, inch after inch, until over half of my cock was inside him.
“Fuck!” Wyatt exclaimed, and I did. I slow fucked him, then fucked with a furious pace. I hammered his ass until I was a sweating mess. Then I slow fucked him again.
I pulled free of his loosened ass and got on the bed. “Wyatt,” I uttered.
He climbed to his feet stroking a hard cock. He climbed onto the bed and lay over me, back to chest. He sat on my cock and worked his ass on it. I felt the undulation of his body against mine. He moved seductively, sensually, working that ass on my cock. He ground his ass down on it, then worked his hips until I wanted to cum. I bearhugged him and pushed upward, shuddering with my release.
I let him lay back on the bed and I moved over him, wanting to feel him inside me. I eased down on his cock, then worked my ass on it. Up, then down, I moved on it. He was so aroused it didn’t take long. He sat up, bearhugged us together as I moved up and down. My cock left slick tracks over his abdomen as I worked my ass on his cock. We were soon gasping for breath, me moving faster, desperate to get him off. He pulled me down on his cock and shuddered with release.
We were sitting in the backyard of a house rented by some music major, someone in one of Wyatt’s classes. It was late and less than ten of us remained. We were quiet, just watching the firepit burn down while listening to some electronic music play softly in the background. I looked at Wyatt amazed that we had been together for over two years now. What was this relationship, I wasn’t sure. We never seemed to date like others, and our sex was always a furious physical thing. But it satisfied us.
I considered the changes in Wyatt. He no longer looked like a farm boy. He had cut his hair last year really short keeping it that way ever since. He pierced both ears and changed the way he dressed. I looked at how he was dressed now, black T-shirt, black jeans, and boots that added needlessly to his height. Was it the black that made him seem mysterious and sensual, or was it the way the jeans fit, bulging in the crotch and tight around that round ass, and the way the T-shirt fit over the muscular upper body. I was going to fuck him before the night was over. I already told him so earlier in the night and he had made me promise to do so.
“I need to piss,” I whispered to Wyatt, as I climbed to my feet.
“I’ll go with you,” Wyatt replied.
He followed me into the small house, past the kitchen, through the dining room into the short hall. As we passed a bedroom door that was cracked an inch or so, we heard voices, eliciting a smile from us, because we knew it was probably no casual conversation. Wyatt followed me into the bathroom and up to the toilet. His arms reached around and undid my jeans and pushed them down. He took my cock and aimed it at the bowl. I breathed out as the piss began to flow, feeling relief. I leaned back against him as he held me.
When I finished, he toyed with my cock too much making me grow aroused. I knocked his hand away. “Not in here. Someone will need to use it sure as shit if we do,” I said pushing him playfully to stand back. I got my jeans back in place and motioned for him to head out.
When we came to the bedroom door where we heard voices, we stopped, too curious about who it was.
“It’s Jordan,” said Wyatt, referring to our host, the music major.
“Is that Diego he’s with?” I asked.
“Sounds like it.”
Wyatt daringly pushed the door open, slowly, revealing the small bedroom. A nightstand, then the edge of the bed, then more of it until we saw Diego moving on top of Jordan. He was laying on his back riding Jordan’s cock, working his lean body in such a sensual way I felt my cock stir just watching him. He was sweating, black hair matted down and cum on his chest. They had been at it for a while.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” whispered Wyatt, but not low enough.
Diego opened his eyes and instead of telling us to get out, he smiled as he moved like a serpent, undulating his body as he pumped his ass on Jordan’s cock.
“Close the door,” uttered Jordan breathlessly.
Wyatt reached back and closed the door, with us still in the room, and I saw Diego and Jordan smile. They wanted us to stay.
“You want to play with us?” said Diego as he ground that ass down on Jordan’s cock.
“Yeah,” I uttered, not realizing I said what I was thinking aloud for everyone to hear.
Wyatt reached around and worked the buttons free down the front of my shirt, then he slipped it from my shoulders, as I watched that hot Latino fuck work his ass on Jordan’s thick cock. Wyatt undid my jeans as he kissed the side of my neck, tugged on the earlobe, and whispered in my ear.
“That is hot.”
“Hot,” I mumbled in reply as my jeans and boxers were tugged down my legs. When Wyatt tapped my right foot, I raised it. When he tapped the left foot, I raised it. Then I was naked, and I stood there seeing Jordan and Diego look at me. I saw their eyes move from my face down to my cock and it stirred with my arousal. I looked down at Jordan’s cock buried in Diego’s ass wondering how that tight little hole took it. How long I stared at them I had no idea but suddenly I felt Wyatt press against me. Bare cock against my ass, bare chest and stomach against my back. He took my cock and slow stroked it to full erection while kissing and nipping at my neck and shoulder.
“Wyatt, I want Deigo to take Graham,” said Jordan.
“Yeah, I want that too,” said Wyatt as he pushed me forward never breaking contact to my back. As Jordan shifted around with Diego still on his cock, Wyatt guided me toward them. I found myself between Jordan’s legs with Wyatt guiding me to bend down to Diego’s ass. I was going to fuck him. I was going to fuck him with Jordan’s cock still buried in that ass.
Wyatt guided my cock to the base of Jordan’s cock. It looked twice as thick as mine and I wondered how big that cock truly was. Then I pushed forward, sliding my cock up the short exposure of Jordan’s cock until pressing against that tight ass. Diego moaned and tilted his head back as Wyatt pushed me. I shuddered at the tightness as my cock squeezed into that ass. I saw Diego shivering as I stretched his hole to take both cocks.
I pushed into Diego a few inches and held still. Then I felt Wyatt pushing to enter me. I held my head down and relaxed to the penetration, feeling Wyatt’s cock stretch me open. It felt as if he pushed half of his cock into my hole before stopping. I was shuddering and breathing hard. Then I heard Diego, at first the words were incomprehensible. Then I understood.
“Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Come on, Graham, fuck me. Fuck me.”
I looked into his dark brown eyes and began to fuck. I pushed deeper, then tugged outward through that impossible tightness. I built up a slow pace, pushing back on Wyatt’s cock then pushing my own into Diego, going deeper and deeper.
“Fuck that ass. Come on, fuck him harder,” exclaimed Wyatt.
“Yeah, fuck him. Fuck him,” exclaimed Jordan.
I leaned into Diego and increased my pace. I fucked with a faster rhythm and pushed into him as far as I could go. I worked my cock into that tight ass while working my own ass on Wyatt. Faster, rougher, I worked my body between Diego and Wyatt.
“Graham,” said Diego in what sounded too calm of a voice, then with greater urgency, I heard his plea. “Fuck my ass. Fuck me, fuck me.”
I fucked Diego until a sweaty mess. Wyatt moved slickly over my back and sweat rained down on Diego as I kept fucking. Then I shoved into Diego as far as I could and erupted in his depths. Every ejaculation shuddered me as I kept jamming my spurting cock into him, until finally spent.
When I collapsed on Diego, Wyatt held me down on top of him, and he hammered my ass.
“Wyatt…do it. Do it,” I uttered, then let Diego turn my face up and kiss me as I rocked with Wyatt’s fuck. A hand took the back of my neck and Wyatt held me down as he fucked to release, shoving into my depths and jerking and shuddering with it.
I lay on the bed, legs over Jordan’s shoulders as he fucked me. He was fucking me with a steady rhythm, shoving every inch of what had to be a ten-inch cock into my depths. Looking to my side was Diego rocking in that familiar rhythm, of one getting fucked and fucked hard. Wyatt was tearing up his ass. The sound of skin smacking skin echoed in the room and the bed rocked noisily beneath us.
“Jesus,” someone exclaimed from the hall as they passed the bedroom.
I touched Diego’s face, then he moved to me, kissing me.
Jordan and Wyatt had gotten off already, so they fucked us a long time. What seemed like a wonderfully long time. It made Diego and I come again.
Then it was over, and everyone was exhausted. It was nearly four in the morning. We squeezed into the shower to bathe, then dressed and Wyatt and I made our way back to the dorm.
Only one door was open, the one across from our room, 320, where Tony, Liam, Noah, and Wil were watching some horror movie. We looked into the room, getting their attention.
“Hey guys, what are you watching at this hour?” I asked.
“The Boy Behind the Door,” said Noah.
“Any good?” said Wyatt.
“OH, yeah,” Liam replied not taking his eyes off the television.
“We’re calling it a night,” I said pulling Wyatt out of their room.
We crossed the hall and entered our room, the one we shared. I knew as I removed my clothes that Wyatt would be crawling into bed with me. It was a tight fit, so we usually slept in our own beds, but tonight was no ordinary night.
He snuggled next to me, spooning against my back. I relaxed against him, knowing sleep was not far from coming.
“It was fun with Jordan and Diego, but I don’t think I want to do that again,” whispered Wyatt.
“Me neither,” I mumbled as I drifted off to sleep.
