Second Year: Back on Campus

I took a step back from my residence room and admired my work. In a few short hours, I had it just the way I wanted, neat and tidy, bed pushed up against the one wall, desk in the right place. It was similar to the single room I had last year, but I rearranged things a bit differently for my second year. Another single room, in a different section of the same residence I was in last year, but this year I was a council member, helping to run the place.

It was a week until the rest of the students were to move in. Being on the residence council, I was allowed to move in early to prep for Frosh Week, along with the Residence Assistants or RAs for each floor. Even though the campus was basically empty, it was good to be here early. Just as well, to escape my mother and home, to get away from my summer landscaping job and my hot beefy boss Frank who was getting married and had stopped plowing my ass, and to just figure out what I wanted and who I wanted to be with. Being back on campus made me feel more confident, more in control, and ready to let loose at last.

Second year and I was feeling proud. I had just ended the summer relationship I thought I was in with the car dealership stud John when he told me he had a fiancé and was getting married. Now that I was back on campus, I was trying to avoid the professor that almost had me as his TA for this year, and had wanted much, much more from me at the end of the term last year. I steered clear of Professor Tom Davies’ office building on campus for now, and had ended that relationship that was becoming too much of a daddy/boy thing too quickly for me. I wasn’t ruling him out – he was after all one hot muscular man but it was too soon. I was too young and didn’t want to be tied down just yet. And I would never say no to him if the opportunity arose. Likewise, if Aaron, or Stefan, or Sean gave me a second chance. But I was just trying to find someone else, someone new, someone to satisfy this newfound freedom and hunger for cock I was experiencing at the young age of 20. It was time to have some fun.

I was done being everyone’s boy to toss around and cling to being in a relationship. I wanted to call the shots. I just wanted to get fucked.

But pickings were slim as I gathered with my own residence council and met up with the others on campus. Lots of women, some skinny ass guys, and a few not-all-that-attractive other guys that didn’t do anything for me. So at the start of the week, I relaxed into the planning and looked forward to welcoming the incoming frosh.

As we headed to the first weekend, most of our meetings were finally done as we were as ready as we were going to be for the first wave of incoming students on the Friday. So naturally, on the Thursday night, a group of us gathered together to hit the bars and start our year with a celebratory drunk fest.

A few pitchers of beer in, we were the only group in O’Toole’s, a bar in the downtown area about a 20-minute walk from campus – 15 minutes if you were sober. I was feeling pretty tipsy and sexy as the hottest one in the group compared to the others. Residence council wasn’t full of your jocks or hot guys, more like the nerds and smart ones. Mind you I liked to think myself as a mix of both smarts and looks, and the girls were certainly all over me. I had a pair of shorts on with running shoes and a t-shirt that showed off my smooth ripped body. Even though I was only 5’8” I was packing a solid 170lbs. My abs were flat. My shoulders were wide. My biceps were pumped out. My legs were thick and defined. And my ass was ready for a meaty cock. Problem was there wasn’t anyone in our group that I wanted.

“Too Funky” came on at the bar and I found myself gyrating and dancing it up with a couple hot girls from another residence council. We were putting on quite a show for all, including the staff at the bar who were watching with interest. But it was all in fun. I wasn’t after any girl tonight. Like the women I was dancing with, I wanted to get fucked by a man. I needed cock.

We were the only people in the bar, knowing next week once Frosh Week started the bar would be packed with students returning. So, when one of the guys in our group started complaining about having to pay for another pitcher of beer, I grabbed the empty one on a dare and approached the hunky bartender. Hunky bartenders were my thing, and just this past summer had gotten nailed by one as I went out with my former baseball player buddy Todd. This one wasn’t as hot, but I could tell by the way he looked at me that I was exuding something. And I was tipsy enough to flirt.

He lifted his chin as I approached. “Need a refill buddy?”

I shook my head and held up a hand. “Hang on. Just curious if we can get one on the house?” I saw him give that pout and started to shake his head. “Come on man. We’re the only ones in here.” I whined at him, leaning on the bar.

He held up both hands. “I can’t. My boss will kill me.”

“Do you know who we are? Seriously, do you know who WE ARE?” I said cockily. “We can make or break this place you know.”

The bartender put his hands on the counter and leaned on them, giving me that look of “yeah right” in a condescending manner.

“Seriously. We’re the residence councils from the university and all we have to do is tell our entire complex of first year students that this is THE best bar in town…or we DON’T have to tell them that and tell them to party somewhere else.” I raised an eyebrow at him and twirled the empty pitcher as I saw the light bulb working. There were a lot of bars in town. Many we frequented last year. So all it took was word to get out about one and everyone went there. “Come on, give us a free one and we will make this bar the hot spot!”

I saw him look past me and my eyes followed his gaze to a side door at the back. When I turned around he took the pitcher from me and moved to the tap.

“All right. Just one man. You’re gonna get me fired.”

I laughed at him and gave him a flirty look. “Doubtful. But it’s the least you can do! Tell your boss and get us more! He won’t fire you! He’ll promote you!”

I took the full pitcher and returned triumphantly to the table, now everyone’s hero as I poured one for myself and passed the rest around. It was gone before you knew it and they prepped me for a second freebie.

I waited a couple minutes before returning to the bar and this time the bartender wasn’t alone. There was an older, smoking hot looking guy with him behind the counter, wearing a black long-sleeved button down and black pants, who turned to me with a big grin on his dark blonde goateed face. He looked downright mean, very tough looking, like another bartender or former bouncer as he looked to be about 40. He had a big silver watch on his thick wrist, thin dark blonde hair on his exposed forearm where the sleeves were rolled up. Big gold ring on his finger. A thick silver chain was around his neck, glistening in the opening of his button-down collar, also showcasing a fine pasting of short blonde hair across the top of his pecs. I could make out the humps of a worked-out chest as he leaned over to me over the music as I approached. Without a word, he took the empty pitcher from me and began to fill it.

“Cody here tells me you’re from the university! Nice of you to come in early and check us out!” His voice was nice, not too deep, but booming over the noise of the bar. His blonde moustache seemed thicker than the rest of his goatee. Back when I was 20, all the guys sported goatees it seemed. Me, I could never grow one. “Cody told me you’re all the heads of the residences.” He filled the pitcher, occasionally looking at his progress before looking back at me. “So enjoy before it gets crowded next week. If there’s anything else you need tonight, just let me know.”

He had blue eyes, that seemed to be aqua in colour. Big and dark blue. That worked just nicely against the tan on him and the thick patch of hair he had on top of his head where the sides were shorn down to the skin, making him look even tougher. His brows were two solid lines that hung just above his eyes, making him look like he had a perpetual frown until he raised them, showing a much softer look. And then there was a little dimple in his chin that made him look even sexier. Just my type I thought to myself as his eyes turned back to the filling pitcher.

He turned the beer tap off and brought me the jug. “This one’s on me.” He said with a wink, holding my gaze.

“Well thank you very much sir.” I said smiling back at him. He looked like that porn star I was into, Samuel Colt. Not the inventor of the gun, but the mean looking baddy that liked to fuck in leather. At least, that was the last photo pic series I had seen of him. I felt a sudden warmth shoot through me as I studied this man in front of me and sized him up next to the porn man in my head.

He leaned down and folded his arms on the counter and bent towards me. “Just want to make sure you have a good time, and you make this year a successful one for us. I’m serious, just let me know if there’s anything else you need tonight.” His smile was smooth, very business like. But fuck he was hot. I felt suddenly giddy and could not take my eyes away from his.

“How about some appetizers?” I said boldly, with an edge of flirtiness. I saw his smile widen and he tilted his head at me.

“Not afraid to ask. I like that. I think we could get a few things out to you.” He turned to the bartender behind him and told him to bring out a few things, wings, potato skins, veggies and dip, and nodded towards the back where the group of us were. The bartender slipped away towards the kitchen and the man turned back to me and held out a hand.

I took it, noticing before how meaty it was, bigger than mine. When I grabbed it firmly, it was warm and soft as he squeezed mine tight.

“I’m the owner, Mike Gallagher.” I returned the favour and told him my name, and which residence I was on council for this year. He held my hand as we exchanged information before both of us sort of realized it and we let go. His grip was firm, and his eyes were focused on mine as we smiled at each other. He had a nice smile, and my mind was suddenly racing with dirty thoughts.

“Nice to meet the owner. Your bartender was afraid he’d get fired giving away a pitcher of beer.” I held the full jug of beer in my free hand and lifted it up, knowing my bicep would bulge out at the slightest movement. His eyes fell for the bait.

“I wouldn’t fire him. For that.” He added, letting his eyes flick back up to mine. “You’re quite the dancer out there. You could probably make a living at it.” He leaned back up to his full height, probably almost 6 feet giving him a good four inches on me. He had shoulders that were wide as well, that looked solid by the way his shirt fit, and as he crossed his arms, his shirt tightened over his chest and I could see the well developed pecs underneath. This was one fit man.

“Oh yeah?” I knew I was tipsy, but this man was sending me all the right signals. “I’ll have to give that some thought.”

He smiled wider, letting his eyes trail down over me as I stood there letting him. He didn’t hide it, or pretend he wasn’t looking. So when his eyes came back up, he raised his eyebrows at me with an added look of impressiveness. “I might know a place where you could do it. Especially since you look younger than you are. You could make a lot of money.”

Now it was me who looked impressed. My eyes went to his ring finger and the thick silver metallic watch on his wrist. “What would a married guy know about guys making money dancing?” It was definitely the alcohol coming out, but he didn’t flinch at me noticing his ring.

“You’d be surprised what us married guys know.” I watched his tongue come out to lick his lips, letting it slide slowly back in over his full bottom lip as he looked me over. I stared at it, and then met his gaze again.

“Would I?” I couldn’t help but flirt back before the cheers erupted in the back as the bartender informed my group that food was coming, and they all roared in approval.

Mike turned his head to the back and then placed his hands back on the bar, raising his shoulders up as he rested on the counter. “You better get that over there before they start a brawl.” He said nodding to my full pitcher of beer. “And remember, if there’s anything else you need…or if you want to know more about dancing…just let me know.” He gave me a little head nod and pushed his lips together, seemingly lost in thought as he stared down at me.

I slapped my free hand on the bar counter and backed away, holding his lusty gaze as long as I could before I turned. I could feel his eyes on me, and purposefully made sure my ass was puffed out and flexing with each step I took as I headed back to the table. I plopped the second free pitcher down amidst cheers as more music bellowed out. Felt good to be on top and in control. Equally so as I looked back at the bar to see the owner still staring at me.

He gave me another nod and then moved away out of my sightline as someone grabbed me to drag me to the dance floor. I got lost in the songs for a while, showing off, letting off some much-needed steam, and picking through the free apps that had been delivered. When all was eaten, Mr. Boss himself, Mike Gallagher assisted Cody the bartender in cleaning up our area. I watched him move, watched his forearms flexing, stared at the watch around his wrist making him look so powerful and rich. He concentrated on cleaning, and I noted the stern look back on his face as he focused on the empty pitchers and clearing the table, but as soon as he caught my eye, his face softened a bit, and he let out a little grin as he looked back at me.

Inside, my stomach was flipping, and I started to think of ways to flirt more.

J. Lo’s “Let’s Get Loud” came on and some of the girls screamed and pulled me with them under Mike’s gaze. As we danced, I noticed he was watching. At first discreetly, then overtly, then downright staring as he leaned against the wall. And when it seemed I was locked in a tractor beam, he held my eyes and moved towards the door the bartender had looked at previously beside the bar. I watched him walk, noticing the way his ass looked in his black pants, all high and curved. He opened the door, looking over his shoulder to make sure I was watching. He walked into the room, leaving the door open, as if inviting me to follow.

So naturally I did.

I excused myself and went to the washroom first so no one would notice, figuring out the path back from there to this open door that the owner had purposefully done for me. At least, I hoped he had anyway. I made sure to hurry, washing my hands quickly before slipping back out and without looking around for any others, made my way to the still open door. Thinking about what I would say as I neared, I walked right inside and stepped out of sight from the bar area, slightly closing the door behind me.

Mike Gallagher was sitting across the room at a desk in what appeared to be a small office. His hands were clamped behind his head, his big arms flexed up, and his black shoes kicked up on the edge of the desk. He was facing the door and didn’t seem surprised at all when I walked in and softly closed the door behind me.

“Brian. I thought you might come in.” His smile was wide, his white teeth showing like the wolf waiting for little red. “You can close that all the way if it helps with the noise.”

I did, hearing it click behind me. He was staring at me, and I could feel my heart racing. He was expecting me to come in, which made me surer of myself as I took a breath in. But then I seemed to hesitate and lose all my nerve. I leaned back against the door and tried to smile back as best I could to hide the fear.

“Something you need? More beer? Food? Or are you hungry for something else?” He put his feet down and slid his chair forward, removing his hands from behind his head and clasping them together in front of him. Without waiting for a response from me, he went on. “You really are a good dancer you know.”

This got me. “Oh yeah?” I said, rather unintelligently, my mind still racing at trying to control this situation.

I saw his eyes flick down behind me, to the doorknob I assumed, and after a moment of silence he rose slowly and walked over to me. I didn’t move as he neared me, watching him ever so slowly make his way around the dest to me. He stopped right in front of me, our bodies practically touching, his eyes peering down at me, and he paused for a moment before he reached beside me to turn the lock on the door handle.

“There.” He said quietly, standing inches in front of me. I could smell his cologne, something musky with a hint of cedar or something wood scented. I could see the sliver chain against his collarbone, the watch on his wrist, the fine hairs across the mounds of his exposed pecs. I heard him inhale a bit as he let his hand dangle beside me from the doorknob. “Door’s locked.” He whispered over me, his hot breath landing on the side of my forehead as he towered a bit over me. “So, you can tell me what you want now.”

Without thinking I let my hand move forward and find his bulge between his legs. I grabbed it without hesitation, and he didn’t even flinch. Just inhaled even more and let out a breath from his lips as I groped the already thickening member in his crotch.

“Yeah?” he breathed out. “I pegged you right then.” The hand that was on the door found my elbow and slid up the rest of my arm, all the way slowly to my neck, where his soft hand massaged it for a moment as he stared down at me. His cock was growing in my hands as I fondled him through his pants. His other hand moved to his belt, which he undid expertly with one hand and flicked the button of his pants open, sliding down the zipper. “Go on then.”

He let go of my neck and took a step back, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me. His fly was open, and his bulge protruded from his pants and the tail of his shirt, a mound of flesh hidden behind a pair of black briefs. I looked down and saw my own hand reach under the black shirt, seeing a patch of blonde hair above the waistband of his shorts and pulled it outward and then down, letting a plump fat cock bounce out. It was already sticking up in a curve, torpedo headed and meaty looking. There was already a drop of precum at the eye of his manhood. From the looks of his cock, it appeared to thicken even more at the bottom attached to him. A perfectly round set of smooth balls hung overtop of his underwear and pants.

I grabbed the base, feeling the heat of him and saw his eyes close and heard him breathe out again. A good thick 7 inches easily. I tugged on him, seeing his body rock a bit as I did, until his eyes opened again, and those deep blue eyes looked at me with lust.

“Go on.” He urged, and I bent down on one knee and opened my mouth to take him in.

He moaned as a hand found the back of my hair, the taste of his cum at the back of my throat as I took it down. My lips met his waist as I swallowed him down. My hand gripped his nuts and I began to suck his pole up and down. Blowing this man, just on the other side of the door where my co-residence councillors danced, became my focus. He felt perfect, tasted amazing, and the sounds he was making told me I was doing a good job. So, when he pulled back and tugged at me to stand up I was surprised. Even more surprised when he turned me around and pushed me up against the door, pinning me to it with his body.

“I can’t wait any longer.” He groaned into my ear as his hands reached around and undid my shorts. His body was pressed against me, my face sideways against the black door. I could feel his forehead leaning on the back of my head as he looked down and peeled my shorts and underwear over my bubbled jock ass. “Just as I fuckin’ thought.” He mumbled near my hear. “Perfect fuckin’ ass.”

And then his cock was pushed up the crack of my ass and he simulated fucking me, his shaft moving up, one thumb of his holding it against my lower back as he moved. His mouth found my ear and he tongued it, sending shivers through me.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Before anyone notices you’re gone. You want that?”

I moaned, pushing my ass backwards to show him just how much I wanted that. “Yes please sir.” I heard him growl at the sir part, and felt his dick slicker as he slid it up and down my ass. Then a wet finger found my hole, and teased me for a bit, before the head of his dick went between my cheeks, and the pressure came as he tried to insert himself into me.

I turned my head more to try to see him, catching him looking down as he aimed his member into me. His eyes looked up and saw me, and with his right hand, reached around my chin and pulled me even more towards him to kiss me. I opened my mouth to feel his tongue as his cock jabbed its way inside me, making me moan directly into his mouth. He opened wider and shoved his tongue into me to stifle the sound as I slammed against the door in reaction to his deep thrust inward.

His right hand then pinned my face to the door and his mouth moved away. His forehead rested against my cheek and I heard him panting as he held me still. His cock was buried in me, throbbing, my ass stretched against the base of him as it definitely was wider. I could feel his balls under my ass, and the tip of his cock tickled a spot inside me. My own cock leaked out cum at the sudden intrusion as I adjusted to him.

His fingers found my mouth and he pried my lips open making me suck them in. “You ready?” He asked, snaking his right hand around my front to dig into my underwear to free my trapped cock. I moaned again as he gripped my shaft, giving him the signal that he wanted. His left hand pulled mine upward and he held it against the door. I looked up and stared at his watch around his wrist, thinking this fully dressed man had his cock buried inside me. I felt my own dick twitch and could feel more of my own juices leaking from it.

His hips moved slowly at first, getting a feel for me and creating a steady rhythm. I arched, turning my head to see the hunk as much as I could. He remained fully clothed, except for his upper thighs as his pants had fallen to his ankles, showing off a manly set of muscular blonde haired legs. Holy fuck this guy is built, I thought to myself as I watched his muscles in his lower body working.

He peeled me from the door and pulled me backwards into him, his arms now wrapped around me in a tight hug as he continued to fuck me. His mouth found my lips again and I turned my face backwards to him enough to kiss as he held me and rammed his cock now harder into me.

I loved every second. I put my hands against the door to steady myself and arched more, letting my head lower and push myself back into him. He growled and grabbed my waist, letting out a loud “YES!” as he felt my trim waist and really started to fuck me hard. The sounds of him hitting my body was evident, and I suddenly wondered if anyone noticed I had slipped in his office. I pictured Cody listening at the door.

I turned over my shoulder, wishing his shirt was off. My mind was going wild picturing what he looked like naked. I wanted to feel his body, watch it move and flex. He caught me looking and gave me that sexy grin. His mouth opened, and his face tightened. “Want me to bust my load inside you boy?” He growled at me.

I nodded, pushing my own ass against him just as hard as he was fucking me. “Yes sir!” I grunted back. “Do it! I want your load Mike!”

He lifted his head and let out a loud exhale. He let go of me and let his arms drop to the side, using his hips only to fuck me, arching his own body and really giving it to me. “Oh fuck boy.” He repeated as he stared at the ceiling, letting himself go. I reached around with one hand and grabbed his leg, feeling the hardness of his muscles and the softness of the hair. He opened his eyes and looked down at me, and smiled.

“Give it to me Mike!” I snarled at him. His face changed, more determined than ever and he pushed my shirt up my back and grabbed me hard with his hands and picked up the speed.

“Fuck yeah. Say my name!” He grunted as he slammed into me.

“Fuck me, Mike! Yeah, come on, fuck me Mike!” I repeated again and again as I watched him build up. I watched his face tighten, his grip stronger and his neck muscles flex as he came to an end. With one hard thrust, he slammed into me, pushing me up against the door and unloaded his cum into me. Thrust after thrust he let it out, digging into me as far as he could. I could feel his cock pulsing, and I grabbed my own dick and jerked myself hard as I tried not to bang my head on the door. I moved with him, feeling his shoves, and then watched his leg begin to shake.

“Fuck!” I heard him groan as I too started to shake with him as my own orgasm overtook me.

“Keep it in!” I yelled back and felt him push into my ass more, grabbing my shoulders and pushing into me deeper despite his dwindling erection, bringing me to my explosion. Cum flew out of me, hitting the door in front of me and spilling onto the floor. I did my best to avoid my shorts, bucking a few times and grabbing Mike’s leg again to make sure his cock remained inside me as I emptied my dick.

He pulled me up into his body and turned my head sideways, kissing me hungrily as his leg shook some more. He broke our kiss and laughed, shifting on his legs, and sliding out of me quickly. “Sorry. My leg usually doesn’t do that.” I stayed still, feeling him lift my underwear back over my ass and give it a pat. “Keep my boys in there stud.”

I turned around to see him shake his own cock and pull his underwear over it, tucking his shirt back in and doing his pants and belt up before I had even moved. He ran his hands through his hair and then wiped his face before sitting backwards on the desk to look at me as I redressed and tried to look as if I didn’t just get rough fucked in his office.

Then he shook his head. “Fuck me, wish I had you naked right now. I’d be making that last a lot longer.” He rubbed his chin with one hand and eyed me sheepishly. “Sorry I just needed to fuck you fast.”

I flattened my shirt and looked at him sitting on his desk. Fuck he was a hot man, and I too was thinking the same thing about him being naked. “Well, say when and I’d love to get you naked too.” I moved towards him and he opened his legs for me to stand between him. “I’d tie you up and just lick this body.” That made him growl, and also made him kiss me again as his hands cupped my ass. Before he got hard again, I pulled away and backed up to the door.

“I trust this means that you’ll make sure we have a full house this year?” He grinned at me.

“I trust this means you’ll find a way to have me naked next time?” I smiled at him, wishing I could have another go with him already. I looked down at the floor and the splatches of cum I left. “You might want to clean this up.”

His mouth hung open at my sentence as he watched me fumble for the doorknob. And with a turn of the handle, I was back into the bar, with no one the wiser on what I had done.

At least, I didn’t think anyone noticed.