Leon
I will always be a tortured poet. I will always be alone.
Alone, sitting in my room, typing away on my laptop. The thoughts echo in my head as I walk through campus to the beat of a Taylor Swift album. The shades of orange, red, and auburn leaves make the trees look like they’re on fire against the angry dark fall sky. The first rain droplets start to fall on the lenses of my glasses as I push past the students entering my dorm. Okay, I am all in for dark academia. I chose my college based on how dark academia it is, but a four-storey building should have an elevator. I swear under my nose as I reach the landing on the top floor and look for my keys, and of course, I drop them as soon as I find them. Brava me.
I toss my book bag onto the floor, my shoes and jacket following, and I collapse on my bed. With my earbuds back in their case, I tell my smart speaker to play my favorite song to play. I take my phone out of my pocket, and as the first lyrics of the song fill the room, I get a notification pop-up.
‘Open up bitch!’ -Jamie.
‘It’s Open!’ I shout out, and the door flies open as the dark-haired boy wearing his usual black ripped up jeans walks into my room and flings himself next to me, nearly elbowing my ribs.
‘Hi, honey,’ he says with a grin on his face, turning on his side, hoisting his leg on top of mine.
‘Hi, babe.’ So to clarify, Jamie is not my boyfriend, not that we didn’t sleep before the 1st night we met. We decided that we are better off as friends after remembering how bad the sex was, but that doesn’t mean we don’t behave like we are boyfriends, which sometimes bites us in the ass.
‘Have you douched yet?’ he asks with a very stoic look on his face.
‘I literally just got in, and besides, is there something you know that I don’t?’ I give him a perplexed look. He gives me the biggest grin I have ever seen, and I know immediately what he means. ‘Fuck no! I am not going with you.’ I say, kicking his leg off me and getting up.
‘Don’t be like that. It won’t be like last time.’ he gives me his attempt at puppy eyes.
‘That hasn’t worked on me for two years, do you think it will now?’ I sit on the desk chair.
‘My dear friend,’ he starts, ‘You and I both know that we both need to get laid, and what’s a better place to do that than a sauna full of naked hot men?’ he asks, not expecting an answer.
‘Let’s be honest here, this has nothing to do with me, you’re just horny and you already fucked all the college guys and now you wanna level up to the DLs and DILFs.’ I say and he gives me his usual ″ I am offended″ look, but he knows I am telling the truth. Also, to any straights out there, a DL is a guy who has sex with men but isn’t out or is ″straight″ and we all should know what a DILF is by this time, like Henry Cavill exists.
‘Come on, the sauna isn’t fun by yourself,’ he pleads.
‘You left me for two hours, I had to fight off all the creepy gropers by myself.’ I exclaimed.
‘I promise I won’t do it this time.’ I look at him, ‘Or at least not for that long.’ I shook my head, but he was right. I do need to get laid. It’s been months. I pull open the bottom drawer of my desk and pull out a black pear-shaped douche and go toward my bathroom.
‘Meet me in 30.’ I say, and he jumps off the bed, kisses me on the lips, and smacks my ass on his way out. Also, for the straights a douche is... You know what Google it.
Daniel
I am all wet. My naked torso is exposed to the much cooler temperature as I leave the steam room. I unwrap the white towel that hangs low on my hips and put it on the peg. I press the shower button and the lukewarm water sprays down my naked body. So, although I have showered in a room full of men before, there is something different about showering in a shared shower at a gay sauna. Everyone is looking at you, and you are looking at them. Examining. Admiring each other’s bodies. Or at least that’s how it feels to me. The shower dies down, and I shake my head to dry off my hair, and I pat myself dry as other men pass on by, some looking back, glancing at my body. Most stop somewhere in the middle. I wrap the now-damp towel back around my waist and walk toward the changing room to grab my phone. As I walk into the much brighter room, I hear a voice that I immediately recognise.
‘Ugh, I can smell the chlorine from here, fucking hate you, Jamie. ’ A man laughs, probably Jamie. My heart sinks. I quickly go to the other side of the room and I turn away. That’s Leo. That’s definitely Leo. What is he doing here? I glance back as I hear him closer.
‘If you leave me, I will kill you.’ He says to a gorgeous black haired man who laughs as he says it.
Leo gained some muscle over the years and lost his twink aesthetic, which suits him now, I thought to myself. His hair looks like a golden halo. I could almost imagine running my fingers through it, gently pulling as I kiss him. I shook the thought as I could feel the blood rushing to my groin. As they left, I moved closer to the entrance and saw the blue and red LED lights dancing across his back.
I quickly moved away, walking toward my locker, seriously considering running away from here as possible, but after a couple of deep breaths I straightened my back and walked toward the dimly lit room and walked straight toward the back room. Where the bar was. I stopped halfway as I saw him sitting on one of the metal barstools facing away from me.
The man he was with, Jamie, as I recall, smiled as he picked up his glass locked eyes with me, at I ducked into the enclave that led to the toilets, and without thinking, I kept walking and swung open the bathroom stall and locked it as fast as possible. I was hyperventilating. This never happens. Not with a guy, nor when I am playing football and we’re losing. Never. I take a deep breath, immediately regretting it as the smell of bleach and piss is just vile.
I unlock the stall and move to the sink. I splash my face with cold water and look in the mirror and take another regrettable breath.
‘You can do it!’ I say to myself. I just need to talk to the guy whose heart I broke.
As I walk into the bar room, it’s nearly empty. Leo is sitting alone at the bar, nursing his drink, watching the screen where a Taylor Swift music video is playing. Of course, that hasn’t changed. Still a Swiftie. Stop stalling I think to myself. I let my legs move me and I get to the stool next to his. His eyes are still glued to the screen where Taylor is smashing a car with a gold club.
‘Still a Swiftie I see?’ I say dumbly. He turns to look at me, ‘This seat taken?’ I add and he shakes his head.
‘Dan?’ Leo’s voice echoes through my head drawing out all the other sounds around me. I missed his voice. ‘What are you doing here?’ he asks. I smirk.
‘Probably the same thing as you?’
‘I... well I didn’t expect to see you here to be honest’ he says putting his glass down.
I want to say that I didn’t expect to see him here either, but that’s too much cliche for my liking.
‘So how have you been?’ I ask.
‘Quite a loaded question but I have been good, nothing too crazy. Just been trying to do this college thing right’
‘So Have you found anyone that has piqued your interest yet?’ I say hoping the answer is no. He thinks for a moment and the corners of his perfect lips rise a little.
‘Well.. I think so but.’ he pauses, my heart sinks. ‘I am not sure he’s interested in me.’ As he says it he looks me dead into my eyes. Don’t get me wrong I am not stupid I felt the tension rising ever since I sat down but wow. Okay I need to think about it strategically. So of course I came up with the douchiest thing I could ever say. ‘Maybe you should go downstairs and find out.’ The corners of his mouth rise higher into a proper smile. A smile that could melt ice.
‘You know what,’ he pauses, ′ I will take your advice. He downs the rest of his cocktail and slides off the stool and leaves toward the stairs. I don’t know what I should do. My horny self thinks he is flirting and talking about me but my self hating self thinks I am an idiot Tonight though my horny self wins as Leo is starting to walk downstairs he removes his towel and hangs it over his shoulder revealing the beautiful ass that is now slightly lit up showing off the fuzz.
I take a deep breath and down the rest of my beer and move toward the stairs.
I enter the dim lit room and look around. There are towelled men eyeing me but I don’t even pay attention to any of them, I keep moving. I enter another room that is much darker but still can make out people’s faces as I scan through the room and I see him. I chuckle as I see that he put his towel back on. I come toward him, his electric blue eyes trailing my entire body. I stand in front of him.
‘Hi.’ I say smiling. He looks up at me.
‘Hi,’ He replies.
‘So...’ I start. ‘Did you find him?’
‘I don’t know, did I?’ I smile at his response and grab his hand and lead us to the closest private room.
As soon as I lock the door behind us I attack his mouth with mine. I must have startled him by doing that as he fell backwards hitting the wall. He didn’t notice as he kept his mouth on mine. Our tongues dance between our mouths. His hands kept moving up and down on my back and I did the thing that I wanted to do since I saw him here. I moved my fingers through his hair. The memories kept flooding in. The awkwardness from the beginning faded and our movements started to feel like muscle memory.
Leo moved his hands on my ass and squeezed it and smiled into a kiss, I grabbed a handful of his hair and gave it a tug making his head move to the side and I moved my lips to his neck, giving his earlobe a nib. He moved his hands to my torso, moving it down my abs till he reached the edge of the towel and yanked it and it fell to the ground. I straightened up and he was about to move to his knees but I took him under his arms and moved it on the leather bed.
‘Not yet.’ I say, as my hands move to undo his towel. ‘Scootch up.’ I move onto the bed myself. He was splayed on the leather mattress. Naked. I always admired the male form but seeing Leo naked. His dick hard. It was the most gorgeous thing I ever saw. My body covered his, my mouth landing on his, one hand in his hair, the other used to support myself as I didn’t want to crush him. His long arms reached to my back moving his fingers lightly sending shivers through my entire body. As his hands found my ass he pushed down making our dicks touch, leaving both of our stomachs wet from precum.
‘You won’t crush me, don’t worry’ He said.
‘I am too heavy’ I responded, he gave a look that sent different kinds of shivers through my body.
‘Let’s switch’ He said and I have no clue how he managed to do that but somehow he used his body to roll me onto my back and now I was splayed underneath him. I never felt so exposed in my life. He smiles with triumph. He straddles me, legs spread out on either side of me, his knees brushing my sides. My hard cock nestled between his cheeks.
He moves his soft hand on my pecs gently teasing each nipple. He leans in for a kiss and as the muscle memory kicks in and my large hands land on his ass, which as we kiss rubs and irritates my dick, pumping more blood into it. He moved to my neck leaving kisses. His whole body shifts down as he leaves a trail of kisses and bites on my torso.
His head is nestled in between my thighs, he smiles at me and gives my cock a tug sending pleasure down my whole body. As I yearn for his warm mouth he does something that changes something in me. He dives, burying his nose in my pubes and inhales once. Twice and third time. He looks up, he’s intoxicated by my scent without hesitation he takes me into his mouth half way, my toes curl from ecstasy as my dick hits the back of his throat. His head starts to bop up and down, sending my nerves into a frenzy. Each time he goes down he takes more of me in. I can feel my dick going deeper and deeper into a tighter space. He comes up for air and we lock eyes and he bops back at it now taking in all the way in to pass the tight space in his throat. I grab handfuls of his hair as pure ecstasy is spread throughout my body. I tug at his hair and he lets go of my dick with a loud pop. I pull him up for a kiss. This kiss is different. More hungry, our tongues are no longer dancing but fighting. I wrap my arms around him tightly and roll us over. Now him underneath me. I hover over him.
‘How did you learn to do that?’ I ask him with a heavy breath.
‘Not telling’ He grins. I look at him for a moment and then dive back in for a long kiss.
I usually don’t do this. Don’t get me wrong it’s not like I don’t like giving blow jobs but let’s just say most guys just want to suck my dick.
I nestle my head between his thighs, stick out my tongue and lick the entire length of him from base to tip, swirling the tip and then I take him into my mouth as if I am taking the eucharist. Although I am not as talented as Leo I only fit in ¾ before my gag reflex kicks in, he seems to enjoy it. I bop up and down for a minute or two, his hands entangled in my black hair, I come up for air, using my hand to stroke his length now slick with my spit. I grin as I move my whole palm to the tip and tease it. His legs start to wrangle but are pinned with my arms. I stop and chuckle and give his tip a light kiss. I lightly raise his legs and start to kiss his balls and taint. His hands move to hold his legs up by his thighs knowing what I want. I feel like this is one of the most vulnerable positions you can be in. His pink hole is exposed. I make myself comfortable and my tongue dives to his hole making it wet. My hands grab his cheeks and spread them even more. Now my whole mouth is attached to his entrance, my tongue having the best time. Muffled by music Leo moans. Running out of air I move to his cheeks leaving kisses and small bites.
He pulls me up into a kiss. (To straight people: yes my mouth was just playing with his asshole)
‘Will you fuck me?’ he asks in between the kisses. I pull away slightly to look into his eyes.
‘Do you want me to?’ I ask.
‘Yes!’ I pull him into a kiss.
I move in between his legs to tease his hole some more, in the meantime I fiddle with the foil of the lube that was in between my ankle and the rubber band that holds the key to my locker. I pour some onto my fingers and rub it on his entrance, then I take some more and rub it onto my finger and gently press it against the opening. I stop just before my knuckle to let him adjust. He gives me a tap and I keep going. I move in and out for some time before adding the second finger. After a while he becomes more relaxed. His body remembering what to do. I add a third finger to make sure he’s ready. He is. I take my fingers in and put them back in and press sending shivers down his body.
‘Just do it!’ Leo says. I chuckle.
I sit on my legs and grab the condom and tear it open with my teeth. I slide it down my shaft and squeeze more lube on it and on his hole and then with Leo’s help raise his ass and push my tip in. He gasps. He’s tight. I stop letting him adjust. He takes a couple of breaths and nods. I slide in more. He moves his hand to my lower back and presses down with encouragement. I slide all the way in.
We both give out a loud moan. He wraps his legs around my waist pushing me in more and I lean in for a kiss. I move slowly, he moans into my mouth each time my cock reaches his prostate.
At times when my strokes become slower my mind flashes with memories from high school and how bad we both were at this but at times like this him on all fours me behind him pumping my dick into him and him shouting ‘More!’ Those flashes disappear.
I slap his ass with an open palm and pull him toward me and kiss him sloppily my dick going in and out of his hole.
‘I am getting close’ I mutter in his ear. Hearing this Leo escapes my arm and locks my dick exiting with a pop. He rolls the condom off me.
‘Come on my face.’ he says and lowers himself to the floor between my legs, his head tilted backwards. I start fisting my still hard cock. I see Leo grabbing his own, his eyes locked with mine. It doesn’t take long. I give him a warning and he doesn’t even flinch as white streaks of semen cover his face instead he grabs a hold of my dick and swallows me whole cleaning it of any leftover cum.
