That Preacher's Boy

Ty squeezed mustard along the hot dog, then moved along the line, getting chips, one of Mrs. Ethelene’s brownies, and a cup of tea. He moved away from the picnic tables under the shelter, out toward the lake where others were sitting on blankets or camp chairs, plates in their laps. It was the start of summer, and Ty was home to spend it with his family. He was officially a sophomore now, having finished his freshman year. He looked at all the familiar faces, all of those from his mom’s church and those of the community invited to the picnic as a way of trying to entice them to join the church. They looked so normal. Each with such a routine life, he wondered how many were truly happy. There were a few he knew were otherwise. Mrs. Harris, whose husband left her two years ago, or there was Buddy Mitchell, who lost his wife to cancer, then had a fallen out with his son, Bryce, who left for the Navy and has yet to return. And there were others who had been dealt a life cruel in some manner. Some of it their own making. But there was something else Ty thought as he scanned the crowd of people. None of them were gay.

He knew the odds were against such a notion, and it was possible there were a few of the men secretly gay, but living a lie in order to fit in. But he could never shake the notion, since there had been no one who revealed themselves to him in some manner when he had been in school. There were a few of the other boys he wondered about, of course. Boys who acted feminine in some manner, or boys he saw looking at other boys, telling himself it was just curiosity or admiration. Sitting on a blanket with Mary was Anthony, who had been one of those boys. A year ahead of him, Ty remembered some of those moments between classes, or in the lunchroom, or at a gathering of the school, he would watch Anthony, noting some movement or reaction that made him wonder about his sexuality. But Anthony, for all his mannerism and his lean build, always seemed to be dating one girl or another. Watching Mary hold out a bite of pie on her fork and Anthony closing his mouth over it letting her slide it out clean, he knew they were married, and Mary expecting in December.

Ty knew part of his reasoning stemmed from never daring to try to find another guy in the community. He played online, looked at the requests for hooking up, but he looked in Montgomery, Atlanta, Mobile, and on occasion, when the family or some of his friends were going to Pensacola or Fort Walton or Destin, he would look in those locations, tempting himself with the possibility. In the end, he waited until college, knowing the freedom that life on campus would afford him. He came out in the dorm, messed around with a couple of the guys, then began to date. First there was Ricardo from English, then Jasper from the floor below in the dorm and last spring, there had been Patrick who he had met at a rally for LGBTQIA rights. He hadn’t come out to his parents or any of his friends here in the community. He was hesitant, afraid of the response he would get, for the small town had never to his knowledge had someone openly gay.

Everyone began to gather at the gazebo, and Ty fell in behind others walking that way, knowing it was probably the preacher for his mom’s church about to say a few words. He saw him under the gazebo with a few of the men of the church.

The preacher had been hired last August, just a week before he was to leave for college. It would be the holiday break between semesters before he actually met the Rev. John B. Covington and his family. There was his wife who looked ten years younger, Mrs. Sherry Jeanne, and two boys, Jordan, who had been a senior in high school, and Noah, three years younger.

Ty considered the older boy, only a year younger, with his jet-black hair and fair skin. Back in December, he believed Jordan to be skinny, although still attractive, in his dress shirt and pants that fit too loose. But looking to his side, standing behind the others, he saw Jordan for the first time that afternoon, and was surprised to see him in a bright yellow t-shirt that was form fitting revealing his upper body. He didn’t look skinny, but lean, muscular, like a swimmer or a runner. The black hair that had been so neatly combed before, now had a fly-away look. It stuck up and fell over his forehead in a manner that was seductive to Ty’s way of thinking. He wasn’t the only one, for there were a few of the girls looking back at Jordan and giggling, as they sought his attention.

The Reverend droned on about the picnic, their beliefs and something about fellowship, at which point Ty had lost interest in anything the preacher had to say. His attention lay elsewhere. He found himself watching Jordan, who had backed up from the crowd, then simply strolled away, following the path that circled the lake. Wondering where he was going, Ty stepped back until no longer feeling a part of the group and gave pursuit.

Jordan followed the trail as it moved in parallel with the lake shore, undulating with its meandering bank. They were nearing the end of the clearing with the picnic tables when Ty realized there were two men ahead of Jordan. The men moved into the shadow of the tree canopy as the trail curved with the bank of the lake. A few minutes later, walking at the same pace, Jordan went into the shadows and disappeared. Ty was tempted to speed up but knew if he did it would put him too close, making Jordan aware of being followed.

Ty knew the trial would follow the lake’s bank, curving around its east end, the south side, then the west end, eventually coming full circle back to the picnic area on the north side. The east end was left wooded, a break between the picnic area and the camp sites on the south side. Across the lake, Ty could see a few tents on those that sat near its bank. A glance back to make sure no one had followed him, he moved under the canopy of the trees, feeling a drop in temperature and a sense of coolness that was pleasant. The air seemed cleaner, more breathable, and he inhaled, feeling refreshed.  He followed the trail along the eastern side as it snaked through the trees, never more than fifty feet or so visible at any one time. He sped up worried Jordan would get too far in front.

The sounds from the picnic area dissipated, leaving only bird song and a light rustling of the treetops. Ty followed the trail around a large boulder and froze when he saw Jordan stopped up ahead of him. Jordan was staring ahead at something just out of Ty’s line of sight. Ty eased forward, silently, until he could see past Jordan. The two men were looking to their left, searching for something, then they stepped off the trail and disappeared. Jordan took a few tentative steps forward, then walked at a slow pace, and Ty followed, keeping to the side of the trail in case he needed to hide.

Ty watched as Jordan came to the place the two men left the trial. Jordan stood at the trail’s edge, staring into the underbrush, then he pushed a limb aside and eased into the woods, obviously following the two men. Ty imagined what was happening. He had read of such occurrences. Men going off into the woods to hook up. To kiss and fondle and touch and…to fuck. He imagined it happening, that that preacher’s boy was going to join in, and it aroused him to think of it. But he still could not really believe it was happening, not here, in his community.

Ty ambled up to the place Jordan had left the trail and tried to see him or the two men in the woods. The grade dropped down and the underbrush was too dense to see very far. If someone caught them, how would he explain his actions? He worried about it, knowing how it would look. But he stared into the shadows, the concealed spaces within the woods, and thought of Jordan Covington in his tight t-shirt and jeans, going down in there to follow those two men. Then he stepped off the trail and made his way around or under the understory brush giving pursuit.

Ty was about fifty feet down the slope when he saw the creek that flowed from the lake through the trees. Moving closer, constantly scanning the area for Jordan, until he was at the edge of the woods. A sand bank separated the woods from the slow-moving waters, the surface barely rippled. At first all he heard was bird song, the slow rustling of leaves, then he heard a moan. It was upstream and he peered around a magnolia tree, looking through its low limbs along the bank of the creek until he saw the two men.

One man had his back to Ty, but it was obvious what they were doing. The way the arms moved, and both looking down between them. There was the tug on shorts and the man blocked from view pulling off his t-shirt, tossing it on the ground. Soon they stood naked, shorts and boxers around their ankles. They toyed with each other, then the man with his back to Ty went to his knees and began to suck.

Fingers combed through the man’s hair, then held his head as the other man pumped with his hips. Ty wanted to get closer, and he wanted to know where Jordan was at. He eased back into the trees and made his way upstream, slowly, careful with every step, until he saw the yellow t-shirt. Jordan was just inside the woods, less than fifteen feet from the two men. Ty moved closer until he could look around Jordan. The man sucking pulled back, revealing a thick, wet cock. He licked the head of it while stroking the shaft, then buried it back in his mouth. Ty watched his arm movement, knowing the man was manipulating his own cock, but the low growth at the wood’s edge blocked it from view.

Looking over at Jordan, Ty knew he had a full view of everything. He stood dangerously out in the open under a tree. Ty watched as Jordan toyed with his own cock through his shorts, then he pulled his t-shirt off, tossing it on the ground, undid his shorts and let them fall to his ankles. The tight white boxer-briefs revealed a round ass. The cheeks flexed within them as Jordan watched the men and toyed with his own cock.

Ty felt the confines of his shorts, his own cock growing erect. He adjusted it, then found himself toying with it, squeezing the head, the shaft, then working it up down within his boxers and shorts. He watched Jordan take the waistband of the boxer-briefs and work them down, over the round ass and down the thighs until they fell around his ankles on top of the shorts.

Before Jordan, the two men began to move, the one sucking now on his feet. He turned to his partner and bent over.

“Come on…stick me with that fat cock,” the man uttered.

Ty heard the desire, the desperation behind the voice and he watched the other man stroke his slick cock then move to his partner. Ty watched amazed at how easily the thick cock sank into the other man’s ass. Inch by inch, it disappeared, until hips pressed against ass.

“Fuck, you got all of it,” the other man uttered as he ran his hands up and down the other’s back.

Ty was watching intently as the two men began to fuck, no longer worried about being discovered, his own arousal focused solely on the men fucking. The slow build up, then the smack of flesh against flesh, and the whorish moans of each. He saw Jordan move, and looked over in time to see him step out of his shorts and briefs and approach the men completely naked.

“Can I…” Jordan uttered, letting the question hang in the air.

The men froze, then smiled as Jordan approached them stroking his own cock.

“You’re a hot one. Come on over. You can fuck this whore,” said the fucker, pulling out of his partner and stepping back. He smacked the bent over man on the ass. “Get down on your knees.”

The bent over man eased down on his knees and kept leaning forward until his head rested on his arm lying on the wet sand.

“Fuck his ass. He wants it.”

“Yes…yes…fuck me,” the prone man uttered.

Ty moved closer, keeping concealed behind a tree as he watched Jordan move up to the man still standing, kiss him while raking a hand down his chest, stomach, until tugging on the wet cock. Then he turned and Ty saw his cock for the first time. It was long, lean like his body with an arrow shaped head. Jordan stroked it, then went to his knees moving up to the prone man and buried his cock in the loosened hole. The man lifted his head and cried out.

“Fuck…fuck…yes, fuck me. Fuck me.”

Ty watched Jordan hold the man’s waist and fuck. Jordan moved slowly at first while watching his cock come into view then disappear, over and over, until it obviously became too much. Too aroused to hold back any longer. Ty saw the tightening grip on the waist, the way Jordan seemed to focus on nothing but his cock as he piston it inside the man’s ass. As Jordan’s pace increased, their fuck became more physical, with bodies smacking together. The sound of it echoed in the woods and over the water.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” the prone man uttered as he took every thrust.

The other man moved up next to Jordan, stroking his wet cock. It angled out, thick, the head flared wide, and he smacked Jordan on the face with it.

“Suck me,” the man uttered.

Jordan turned his head and took the cock, letting the man push it into his mouth until he had over half of it. He fucked with his hips, and now with his mouth, moving his head back and forth on the thick cock.

Ty didn’t realize what he was doing, eyes locked on Jordan fucking and sucking, but soon he was on his knees behind the tree with his shorts and boxers around his thighs. He stroked his cock until his hand smeared the slick over it, and he kept stroking in rhythm to Jordan’s fuck.

Jordan began to moan and grunt around the thick cock, then his whole body shuddered as he jammed his cock all the way into the man’s ass and kept slamming his hips against his ass. Ty watched the sweaty body reveal every muscle as Jordan filled the man’s ass with his cum. Over and over Jordan slammed hips against ass. The other man pulled out of Jordan’s mouth, eased down behind him, and as Jordan finished coming, the man pushed him over and rubbed his thick cock up and down the narrow round ass.

Ty watched as Jordan bear hugged the man below him. He saw the look back over the left shoulder, eyes glazed over in lust.

“Put it in me…please…fuck my ass,” Jordan uttered with a breathlessness that spoke of his lust.

Ty watched the thick cock slowly disappear, inch after inch ease into Jordan until hips pressed against ass. The man leaned over Jordan and kissed him.

“Keep fucking,” the man on top uttered.

Ty watched Jordan move between the men, working his ass back and forth. A shove forward, then a push back, each time eliciting moans and grunts. For far too long, Ty watched Jordan fuck. The pure lust of it, this need for a man’s cock inside of him…and his own in another. Ty was so aroused by it, he was stroking faster, fist working over the sensitive head. He was close and couldn’t hold back. He gritted his teeth, held his breath, then sprayed the ground with wad after wad of cum.

Finally spent and aware of his surroundings once again, Ty eased back as the man on top rose on his knees and began to fuck harder, faster, the sound of it echoing through the woods. Ty didn’t want to be caught, nor did he want to disturb Jordan while in the midst of such a hard fuck. He pulled up his shorts and walked backwards, slowly, carefully, until the scene on the bank of the creek was out of sight. He fastened his shorts in place. As he turned to head back, he heard Jordan cry out, a guttural ‘no’ that meant anything but.

Ty came out of the bathroom toweling his hair dry, another towel around his waist. He could hear his mother downstairs in the kitchen, starting her preparation for dinner that evening. He went into his room and sat on the bed where he pulled at the towel around his waist and spread it open. He looked in the mirror mounted on his closet door, watching himself as he toyed with his cock. It thickened, grew longer and longer, until fully erect. He stroked the hard shaft while thinking back to the weekend and Jordan fucking with those two men. It had been four days and he still felt so horny he got an erection almost immediately when he thought about it. He was so aroused by the image of Jordan between those men, the three of them connected by their cocks, he wanted to get off again. He had been doing it first thing in the morning, sometimes during the day and then again at night, lights turned off, only the sense of his own touch pushing him to release.

“Ty! Ty, can you come down?” his mother called out from the bottom of the stair.

“Coming,” Ty replied, knowing it wasn’t the coming he had in mind. He jumped up, begging his cock to go down. He slipped on boxers, a pair of worn jeans and a tank top, one loose fitting that rubbed softly against his skin making him all too aware of his own masculinity. A hand through his light brown hair, and a look in the mirror to see if his cock was too noticeable, then he headed down to see what his mother needed.

Susan, his mother was at the sink washing vegetables. Ty moved into the kitchen and stood next to her, watching her long delicate fingers move peppers under the flow of water.

“What do you need?” Ty asked.

“I forgot to get another bottle of olive oil. I’ve got enough to cook with but not enough for the salad. Can you run to the grocery store and get me a bottle?”

“Sure,” Ty replied. He reached out and picked up the nearly empty bottle sitting on the counter and held it out. “This the brand you want?”

“Yes, and make sure it is this type,” Susan replied, pointing at the yellow band with a description of the type in it.

“Why are we eating so late tonight?”

“Beth isn’t getting home from some camp until around seven, and I told Kathy we’d have them over for dinner afterward,” said Susan, glancing at her watch. “It’s nearly six thirty and they’ll be here at eight, so get going.”

“Okay,” Ty replied, moving to the opposite counter where everyone dropped their keys, pushing his own to the side and picking up his mother’s. “I’m taking your Tahoe.”

“Okay,” Susan replied without looking around.

Ty slipped his feet into his flip flops and headed out the door to the garage. It was a two-car garage, but only had room for one, his mother’s black Tahoe. His father’s truck and his Nissan Altima had to sit outside in the drive, for his father used the other half as a wood shop for his projects.

Ty climbed into the Tahoe and with the door raised, backed out into the dimming light of another day coming to an end.

The grocery store sat on the edge of town, in an old strip center built back in the early eighties. The grocery store, adjacent drug store and a barber shop were all that were left in the center. Two vacant spaces were on the left end and on the right two spaces were vacant between the barber shop on the end and the drug store next to the grocery store.

As Ty pulled across the parking lot, he tried not to think how sad and pathetic the center looked compared to those at college where the town was devoted almost exclusively to it, with centers filled with tenants and grocery stores that were new or recently renovated.

He parked in front of the grocery store, noting how it wasn’t busy for a Thursday night. Most people in town shopped on the weekend or right after work, so it wasn’t unusual to see it nearly deserted of customers.

Ty felt in no hurry, having plenty of time to get home before eight, so he headed down the aisle with snacks, thinking he would grab a bag of popcorn before heading to the aisle with the oils. He entered the aisle and saw Bobby was working, stocking shelves. Bobby had been in his class, and it surprised to see him working. They had not been friends in grade school, but neither were they enemies. He moved down the aisle and just as he came up to him, Bobby stood up to put chips on the top shelf.

Bobby stood above him, easily five or six inches taller than his five ten. And he was still lean, all long arms and legs. Ty saw a tattoo on the right bicep, some sun symbol he didn’t recognize.

“Hey, Bobby I see you’re working this summer?” said Ty as he passed.

“Yes. Earning some cash for community college this fall.”

“You going to Tech down in Evergreen?”

“Yep. You at State?”

“Yes.”

“I hope to transfer after next year.”

“Well, I’ll see you on campus,” Ty replied, giving him a smile. “I’ll see ya around,” he added, moving down the aisle forgetting the popcorn.

Ty forgot how attractive he found Bobby. The scruffy beard along the jaw, the reddish-brown hair that was thick and wavy, constantly falling over his right eye, and the tall, lean build. He wondered what it would be like to get him in bed, imagining it to be all arms and legs, a tangled mass of two male bodies rutting in sexual bliss. He glanced back at the end of the aisle and saw Bobby look his way, smile, then turn back to the stocking.

Moving along the back aisle, Ty saw the aisle with oils was on the other side of the store, then he noticed the sign hanging from the ceiling pointing to the alcove in the rear wall. ‘Restrooms’ in a block sans script font in black on a white background. Generic, barely noticeable against the white ceiling, but having spotted it, Ty felt the need to piss, and turned into the alcove, entering the men’s room.

There was a wall mounted sink, a urinal that someone had put their trash in it, making a mess, then the two stalls, both narrow and barely large enough to get into, for the store’s construction predated the accessibility law. Ty moved into the second one and closed the door behind him. Lock in place he moved to the toilet. As piss flowed into the bowl, he noticed the graffiti, the raw sexual nature of most it. There were crudely drawn cocks aimed at pussies between spread legs. There was a spurting cock with someone wanting to suck one noted below. The more he looked, the more he realized half were gay in nature, a man looking for a man. Some man willing to suck cock or take it up the ass. Ty shook the last few drops from his cock, flushed, then turned and sat down, cock still in hand. He looked at the graffiti that was small, tucked down near the paper roll.

Call after nine for blow job.

Beneath it a phone number, the prefix for the town. It was someone local. Ty read other comments, wondering why he never paid attention before. It was right here, out in the open in a way. All he had had to do was just look. He read a few lines of what someone wanted, the fucking they desired, and Ty felt his cock grow thick in his hand. He pictured some anonymous man face down on a bed. Then he pictured Jordan between the two men, fucking, and being fucked. His cock grew harder as he slowly stroked it.

The door to the toilet swung open and Ty heard two whispered voices. First one was Bobby.

“Shhh, be quiet and let’s hurry. I can’t be off the floor too long.”

“Okay, get into the stall,” came Jordan Covington’s voice.

Ty freaked out, worried they would want in the stall he was currently sitting, but the door banged against the partition of the adjacent stall. He saw the two pair of shoes move into it, one turn to face the other. What shoes did Bobby have on, Ty wondered as he looked at the shoes of the two of them. He heard exhales, then a belt buckle, a soft giggle, then Bobby’s voice, whisper quiet.

“You going to let me fuck you again?”

“Of course,” Jordan uttered in reply. “I want you to fuck this preacher’s boy’s ass,” he added, giggling.

Ty listened as Jordan and Bobby made out, bumping into the partition, giggling, uttering obscenities, and moaning with a lust that made him get harder.  Jeans and underwear fell around ankles, and the feet closest to the toilet turned toward it.

“Fuck me, come on Bobby, fuck me.”

The other feet moved closer, then Jordan moaned, and Ty could tell Bobby was rocking on his feet, pumping cock into Jordan. He wanted to see it, Bobby’s cock, as it piston in Jordan’s hole. He eased up and stood on the seat, keeping bent down in case one of them looked up. He braced on the back wall and slowly eased his head up until he saw Bobby, head down, body undulating with his fuck. Then he saw Jordan’s head, raised up, exhaling heavily, then grunting with the feel of being fucked. Rising higher, Ty looked down at Bobby’s cock, dark skinned, thick, pushing inward, then being tugged outward. Inch after inch came into view, then Bobby shoved back into Jordan’s depths. Their pace was steady but unhurried. A steady rhythm of cock boring into Jordan’s depths, over and over. Ty could see Jordan was stroking his own cock, the right arm flexing with his movements.

One hand on the top of the stall, Ty took his cock with the other. He felt the hard girth of it within his grasp and began to stroke it. He looked from Bobby’s cock to Jordan’s body bent over, shivering, and shaking as it took it. Bobby increased his pace, working his hips faster and faster. He kept a gap between their bodies, and it allowed Ty to watch his cock move inward and out.

“Fuck…come on Bobby, pump that shit in me,” Jordan uttered.

Bobby grabbed Jordan by the hair and pulled his head back, twisting it around to look at him.

“Take me…take me…fuck, I’m close,” Bobby uttered as he kept fucking.

Ty should have ducked down for Bobby pulled Jordan up higher and all Jordan had to do was open his eyes to see him. But Jordan kept his eyes closed as he stroked his cock and took Bobby’s fuck, rocking back and forth with every thrust.

Ty saw Jordan’s cock get wet and heard the slick sound of his hand stroking it. Then Jordan stifled a cry out, exhaling hard, then shaking within Bobby’s embrace as he sprayed the toilet with cum.  The smell hit Ty, the masculine nature of it, the sexual aspect that made it such a forbidden thing to some. He bent his head down below the stall, stroked his own cock harder, then sprayed the partition with cum. Then he heard Bobby cry out, far too loud to his ears, then a few smacks of flesh against flesh, and he knew Bobby was filling Jordan’s hole. Ty held himself in place, afraid to even breathe, waiting for Bobby and Jordan to get dressed and leave. He heard them whispering, far too low to understand, then giggle. It seemed to take them forever to dress, wash their hands, then leave the toilet room, but after agonizing minutes, the door finally opened, then closed.

Standing back on the floor, putting his flaccid cock away, Ty looked at the cum trickling down the partition, cutting across the graffiti. A glance at his watch, and he knew he needed to hurry, or his mother would be suspicious on why it took so long. He washed his hands, sniffed the air around him hoping none of the scent of cum was on him, then eased out of the toilet. He straightened his tank top as he moved into the back aisle and turned left toward the aisle with the oils. He looked up and froze.

Jordan was standing in the aisle directly opposite of the alcove starring at him. There was a shocked expression, then a smile that was so mischievous, Ty turned and walked as fast as he could to the far aisle. He felt his face flush, burning as if he had a fever.

The next day Ty was doing yard work, mowing grass, trimming the hedges, then pruning low limbs of the trees around the yard. It was hot, sweaty work and he was glad of it. He still thought constantly of Jordan and that look when he had come out of the toilet. But the work didn’t allow him to obsess over it. He finished the yard work right after lunch, then pulled his mother’s Tahoe out and washed it. He put it back in the garage and pulled his car on the apron and washed it next. By the time he finished, it was after five and he was soaked with sweat. As he headed into the garage his parents came out.

“Oh Ty, we’re going to the Miller’s for dinner. Would you like to get cleaned up and join us, or would you prefer to go into town for something?” Susan asked, knowing Ty didn’t care for the older couple and their constant repetition of what he knew to be the real fake news. It was tiring, until they got on some rant about a homosexual agenda, then he just got angry.

“I’ll go into town.”

Ty went in, took a shower, fighting the urge to masturbate again. He had done it that morning, and wondered how long he could keep it up, doing it two or three times a day. He pulled out cargo shorts and a shirt that fit loose on his frame, and he made it feel looser by leaving the top two buttons undone.

Flips flops on, wallet and cellphone in his pocket, he headed out with keys in hand.

He drove slowly into town, debating on where to eat. Being alone made the small café a bad choice. That was couples and families, never someone alone. There was the pizza parlor in downtown a block from the café, then out near the grocery store, a Mexican restaurant, a fast-food joint and the old drive-in. He knew each would be busy, but none more so than the drive-in. He came to Fifth and Sycamore and started to turn left for the Mexican restaurant, but at the last second decided on pizza, turning right instead.

Vehicles lined both sides of the street at the café, and Ty eased through the block to the next one. The on-street parking was full in front of the pizza parlor, so he drove to the end of the block, turned right, and parked on the side street. He strolled back and eased inside. It was busy, but a couple of tables along the far wall were empty, and he made his way to the one closest to the back. The one most out of sight and allowed him the best view across the dining room.

“Hey Ty, you alone?” asked Tessa. She had been a classmate, and he wasn’t surprised to see her working since her uncle owned the place.

“Yes. My folks went to have dinner with some of their friends and I…just didn’t bother to ask anyone,” Ty replied, smiling.

“I get it. Sometimes you just want to be alone,” said Tessa. She pulled out her pad, then looked down at Ty. “What do you want to drink?”

“Coke.”

“Do you know what you want? If not, I’ll get your drink.”

“I know. Give me the Florentine.”

Tessa smiled. “I should have known. I’ll get your drink.”

Glass refilled and over half the pizza consumed, Ty sat back sated. He motioned for Tessa to bring him the check, then pulled out his cellphone. He looked at social media, posts by some of the guys from college. One down in Florida apparently drunk on the beach, another in the mountains, and a third down in Mexico. He typed replies, then flipped to another site, scrolling through the articles seeing if anything of interest popped up. A shadow fell over him, then a guy was standing next to him, the crotch of the jeans less than two feet away. He looked up and saw it was Jordan, smiling at him.

“You’re Ty, right? Your mom comes to the church.”

“Yes, and you’re Jordan.”

“Can I sit down?”

“Sure,” Ty replied, feeling his heart race, knowing his face was flushed red.

“Did you like it, Bobby and I in the bathroom at the grocery store?”

“Huh…damn…you get right to the point, don’t you?”

“No need to pretend we’re going to talk about the weather or who will have a better football team this fall. So?”

“I don’t think…”

“Oh, come on, Ty, can’t you admit you liked it? You know I went back in there after you took off. Quite a mess you made on the wall.”

“Look, I can’t talk about this. Not here,” said Ty, looking around the room nervously.

“Relax Ty, no one has a clue unless you tell them, or do it right in front of them,” Jordan replied, smirking at the thought of the latter.

There was a long silence, then Ty built up his courage, leaning forward.

“Are you gay?” Ty whispered.

Jordan laughed, then leaned toward Ty, lowering his voice.

“I think that is rather obvious. What about you? Gay or bi?”

“I…huh…”

“Are you like this in college? I hope not.”

“No.”

“So?”

“I’m gay.”

“Good. Good to hear you admit it.”

“Aren’t you afraid of being…” Ty stopped, not finishing the sentence as Tessa came to the table and set his check on its edge.

“Hey, Jordan. Are you eating?”

“No, sorry. I had dinner with the folks down at the café, and just stopped in to say hello to Ty.”

“Can I get you a drink, at least?” asked Tessa.

Ty could see how she was fawning over Jordan, wanting to do something for him.

“No, I’m good. But thanks, Tessa,” Jordan replied in the politest voice.

They watched Tessa cross the room, then Jordan turned back to Ty, making the space around the table tighten up. If he had been at any other table, such as one in the middle of the room, Ty would have left immediately. But the back table offered some privacy and he saw how no one was looking their way. It was as Jordan stated: no one seemed to have a clue.

“I hope you’re not as secretive at college,” said Jordan.

“What? No…I’m not,” Ty replied. Then he leaned closer, lowered his voice. “What about you, fucking in the park, then in the bathroom at the…”

“Wait, how did you know about the park?” Jordan asked, suppressing a laugh. “You followed me, didn’t you?”

“…”

“I saw you at the picnic. You were there.”

“Okay, I followed you and saw you with those two guys.”

“Jack and Travis. They live outside of town. Been together for eight years, ever since high school. I think.”

“They’re partners? And live together? I thought they were just two guys hooking up.”

“No, they are partners who like a third person from time to time. They came to park after arranging a hook up with me.”

“That easily,” Ty whispered, more to himself than to Jordan.

Ty fiddled with the check, no longer wanting to leave. He wanted to know more.

“Ty, are you out to your parents?”

“NO!”

“Why not?”

“How can you ask me that, a preacher’s son and all.”

“My folks know.”

“What?”

“They know. Have for a couple of years now.”

“And they’re okay with it. I mean the church says…”

“Ty, can you keep a secret? Really keep a secret?”

“Of course.”

“Dad is struggling with being a preacher, has for a few years now. He no longer believes most of what he says behind the pulpit. I’ve overheard him talking with mom. There is some serious agnosticism going on with the two of them, and it makes dad feel trapped in the job.”

“Your parents are agnostic?”

“Actually, I think mom is beyond that, but I’m not sure. But yes.”

“And they are accepting of you being gay?”

“Of course. They know it is not some phase or a guy acting out to be sinful.”

“Then why do you sneak around? I mean…why not date someone instead of the hookups?”

“Truthfully? I promised them I’d keep a low profile in seeing other boys, but I don’t want to show up at college some virgin. I want to have experiences, to know how two guys can pleasure each other. Once I get to college, then I’ll start dating seriously.”

“But college is the time to experiment, to find oneself.”

“Is that what you told yourself? Is that why you waited until getting there before you pursued someone?”

Ty nodded his head, suddenly feeling naïve.

“Ty, look, don’t be embarrassed about it. It was what you were comfortable doing. No shame in that. But for me, I want to know myself before I get there.”

“How long have you been meeting guys?”

“Not long. When we moved here last fall, I focused on fitting in, doing what was expected of me as ‘that preacher’s boy’. How many times I heard that over those first few months,” said Jordan, laughing.

“How did you find out Bobby was willing?” Ty asked.

“You really shielded yourself from everything, didn’t you?”

“I guess.”

“Didn’t you notice how he looked at other guys. The first time I saw him, he was watching a guy come down the aisle. He was practically drooling.”

“I never noticed.”

“You didn’t look.”

Ty smiled, nodding his head.

“So, I assume you made up for it when you got to college.”

Ty’s smile widened, as his face flushed red. “Yeah.”

“Good for you.”

“I wish I had your boldness.”

“I’m not sure how bold I am. It feels like desperation at times. Hey, what are you doing later tonight?”

“Why, you want to do something?” Ty asked, and there was an anticipation in his voice.

“I’m meeting a couple of guys later and wondered if you would like to tag along.”

“I don’t know…where are you meeting them? I mean, there is nowhere in town…”

“We’re meeting in that motel out on 51. The one by the greasy spoon and truck repair shop.”

“I know the motel. It used to be called Motel 51.”

“Creative,” Jordan joked, “well, it’s the Roadside Motel now. Not much more creative but the old place is supposedly clean, and more importantly, off the beaten path for the local Friday night cruisers.”

“Do your parents know about these hookups?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? No. Mom would flip out if she knew I was meeting men.”

Ty saw Tessa look their way and he knew she was wondering when they would give up the table.

“I should go,” said Ty, climbing to his feet. Jordan stood and he realized they were about the same height. Only difference was he was stockier, the results of playing baseball and working out.

Ty went to the front counter, watching Jordan head out the door and disappear around the corner. He immediately regretted saying no. He wanted to go with Jordan to that motel room, if for no other reason, just to watch what would happen. He paid for his meal, slipped his debit card back into his wallet and made his way out to the sidewalk. The air was still humid and warm, and above the town, despite far too many streetlights, he could see some stars in the clear sky. The moon, half full, hovered over the eastern horizon just above the buildings.

Ty followed the sidewalk down to the corner and turned, heading to his car, when he stopped. Leaning against the wall in the dark shadows, was Jordan waiting on him.

“You sure you can’t come to the motel. I’m heading over now.”

“I don’t know. Will the other guys be put out if you show up with someone else?”

“You really don’t get it, do you? The more the merrier, Ty. Come on, follow me.”

Ty glanced at his watch, seeing it was only eight forty-five.

“Come on, follow me. I’m in that old Honda over there,” said Jordan, pointing across the street at a white Accord.

“Okay, I’ll follow you.”

Ty pulled in behind Jordan, pulling past the small office to the area within the elbow of the one-story L-shaped building. He knew what Jordan meant about no one cruising by on a Friday night for he hadn’t been by the place in a couple of years, long enough for the owners to give it a new coat of paint at some point. The fresh paint didn’t help much, for the old wood exterior was rough and the windows and doors showed years of abuse. The paint spoke of an attempt to keep the place up and he hoped the interior was nicer.

Jordan parked in the middle of the small parking lot leaving Ty guessing as to which room they were headed. He pulled in behind him and climbed out.  He followed him across the parking lot toward the far end, furthest from the road. As they approached the room, he heard music coming from within. It was some sort of electronic music, something with no lyrics, and it was just loud enough to drown out any voices inside the room.

“Sounds like the party has started,” said Jordan.

Ty looked back across the parking lot, seeing a truck that he believed was Bobby’s. He heard Jordan rap his knuckles against the door three times and turned in time to see the door crack open.

“Jordan?”

Ty saw a guy who looked late twenties, with long shaggy blonde hair and a tattoo on the shoulder visible through the door.

“Yep, and you must be David,” Jordan replied.

“That’s me, come on in,” said David swinging the door open and standing to one side. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Ty,” said Jordan as he walked past David. “Hey guys,” he added as he went into the dimly lit room.

Ty followed Jordan into the room and saw Bobby and another guy sitting on the bed stripped down to their underwear, Bobby in boxer briefs tented obscenely with his erection, and the other guy in boxers, his hard cock sticking up out of the fly with Bobby’s hand working up and down its length.

“I’m Jordan and this is Ty,” said Jordan to the guy with Bobby.

“I’m Mitch.”

“Come on guys, let’s get this party started,” said David as he locked the door and moved next to Ty and Jordan. Ty glanced down at the tented briefs, where he could see the shape of David’s cock through the thin fabric. Movement from Ty and he turned to see him unbuttoning his shirt.

“Get your clothes off,” Jordan whispered.

“I need to piss first,” said Ty, crossing the room to the bathroom. He was nervous about being in a room with four guys, especially with one he went to school. He pissed, then washed his face, looking in the mirror as water dripped from it. “What the fuck,” he whispered, then smiled, remembering the scene at the park, then in the bathroom at the grocery store. How it made him so hard, so aroused, and he knew despite his nervousness, he wanted to feel that way again. To feel his sexuality.

Ty came out to find Bobby on his back, with Mitch down between his legs dragging a tongue over the loose sac then up along the hard cock. Jordan and David were stripped too, standing by the bed kissing each other while running their hands over the other. He watched them messing around until he felt his own cock grow painful with its confinement. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it from his shoulders. Then he undid his jeans, slipping them down each leg and off. He stood, toying with his growing cock through the thin boxers, watching Jordan go to his knees and suck David’s cock. He was so aroused he no longer felt his previous anxiousness. He pushed his boxers down until they fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them as he moved toward the bed.

Bobby had his head hanging over the side of the bed and was watching Ty, mouth open, breathing hard. Ty moved to the bed and bent his knees until his cock slapped him in the face. He raked the head across the lips, then let it slip into the open mouth and he pushed forward until nearly every inch disappeared.

“Yeah…feed the bitch that cock,” Mitch uttered, then sank Bobby’s cock in his mouth.

Ty pulled back until only the head remained in Bobby’s mouth and he felt the swirl of tongue over it. He shuddered, then pushed back inward. Bobby reached out and held his thighs as he worked his cock in a slow fuck: inward then out, over and over. He grew rock hard, aroused by having someone he knew, an old classmate sucking him. His pace increased until Bobby would choke on occasion.

Movement on the bed, and Ty looked up and watched Mitch sit on Bobby’s cock. Legs spread wide, he had a perfect view of Bobby’s cock sinking into Mitch who moaned and groaned as he took every inch.

Fuck, thought Ty as he watched Mitch work his ass up and own, revealing the thick cock, then taking it again. The cheap bed squeaked as Mitch moved faster and faster. It was mesmerizing, the way Mitch easily took every inch. His ass moved relentlessly up and down, at times smacking against Bobby’s abdomen. Ty pulled his cock out of Bobby’s mouth and listened to the grunts and moans escape it, then the utterances that pushed Mitch to fuck himself faster.

“Fuck…ride me…ride me harder,” uttered Bobby.

David suddenly appeared on the bed next to Bobby and Mitch, and Ty watched him run his finger around Mitch’s stretched opening, and over the cock, as it piston in and out.

“Fuck, look at it,” Mitch whispered.

Ty felt a poke to his ass, then a warm body press against his back.

“That’s hot, isn’t it?” Jordan whispered in Ty’s ear, then nipped it with his teeth.

Ty shuddered, then pushed back against Jordan.

“Yes.”

Ty watched David rub Mitch along the perineum, finger trailing the line in the skin, then back to the stretched tight opening. David pushed at the edge of it, then eased his finger in next to Bobby’s cock. Mitch shuddered as his hole was stretched open wider, until David could get his finger all the way inside him.

“Fuck,” Mitch exclaimed, then pushed down all the way on David’s finger and Bobby’s cock.

“Bastard likes it,” said David looking around at Ty and Jordan.

When David slipped his finger free, Mitch fucked his ass on Bobby’s cock at a brutal pace. Upward, then slamming back down, ass smacking against Bobby. The bed protested beneath them, and the room felt hotter to the five of them, none more so, than Mitch, who began to sweat.

“I’m going to cum,” Bobby uttered, putting his hands on Mitch’s thighs, and pushing down, hard, as he shoved upward. He shuddered and pumped his hips upward, rocking Mitch, as he came.

Mitch rolled off Bobby to his back, turning sideways on the bed. David reached out and took Jordan’s hand, pulling him around Ty and to the bed.

“Fuck him. He wants it,” said David, guiding Jordan around to Mitch’s feet.

Ty watched Jordan left both legs, feet against his shoulders, then move down on Mitch. Jordan rubbed his cock over the leaking hole, then penetrated it, pushing more than half his cock into it. He kept moving forward until Mitch’s legs were pressed against his chest, then he began to fuck.

David moved to Mitch’s head and rubbed his leaking cock over the lips, the cheeks, and over the nose, leaving a trail of slick. Mitch opened his mouth, tongue out, showing his willingness to take it, and David put it against the tongue and pushed into the hot slick mouth.

Ty watched David and Jordan fuck Mitch, one at each hole, pumping cock into each one. He felt a hand take his cock, and he looked down at Bobby stroking him.

“Do me,” Bobby whispered, moving around in the bed until he lay parallel to Mitch, legs hanging over the side. “Come on, Ty, don’t make me beg. Please…fuck me.”

Ty moved around and between the spread legs. They came around his waist as he moved up on the bed on his knees. He shifted forward until his wet cock touched Bobby, and he rubbed it up and down the spread ass. He was so aroused, cock rock hard, he was impatient. Cock centered on the puckered opening, he pushed, hard, breaching its tightness, sinking halfway into Bobby. Bobby cried out, body shuddering with the penetration.

“Yeah, fuck that ass,” David uttered as he buried his own in Mitch’s mouth, making him gag.

The long legs were around his waist, then the long arms around his torso, hands moving up and down his back. It was as he imagined, the sense Bobby was all arms and legs, and hole for his cock. He thrust into him, harder and harder, until the bed rocked in rhythm to their fuck. The sound of the bodies coming together drowned out the moans coming from Mitch, as Bobby threw his head back and took every penetrating thrust.

Ty leaned down and kissed Bobby on the neck, wondering if Bobby would let him kiss him on the mouth. He moved up the neck, tugged on the ear, then moved along the jaw, the skin still smooth as a young boy with so little beard coming in, until he was at the corner of the mouth, and Bobby turned and kissed him. Hips undulating, the tight opening milking his shaft as he pushed inward then tugged outward. He slowed his pace until he could feel every inch move through the tightness. Slowly, he repeatedly penetrated Bobby’s depths.

Mitch choked and David continued with his sexual banter. Jordan just grunted with every push inward. But Ty heard none of it. He kissed Bobby, nipped at Bobby’s long neck, then lifted himself up on his hands and increased his pace. Faster and faster, plunging his cock into Bobby’s depths, Ty drove himself until he was near exhaustion. His body felt on fire, hot, sweat trickling down his torso and face, but he didn’t slow. He hammered Bobby’s insides, driven by his desires. The bed squeaked and rocked beneath them, then the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room.

“Fuck…Ty, I’m going to cum again,” Bobby uttered, his hand a blur on his cock, stroking as hard as Ty fucked.

Cum sprayed Bobby’s chest and stomach, and his opening spasm around Ty’s thrusting cock.

Ty buried his cock in Bobby’s depths and shuddered with his own release, hips jamming against ass, over and over and over, until he was spent. Then he collapsed on Bobby, heaving for breath.

Ty turned his head and saw Mitch was on his knees and elbows, still taking two cocks in each hole. Jordan held tight to Mitch’s waist, jamming cock into his depths. David grunted, then shook, making Mitch swallow several times, and Ty barely noticed for he kept his eyes on Jordan. The one who defied the norms as he had assumed them to be in this small town. The one to show him how wrong he had been. He looked at the lean body, the way muscle flexed with its exertion, and he wanted it. His cock stirred between Bobby and his body. He eased up and off the bed. Bobby was laying prone, appearing to be asleep, but after a few seconds he held his head up and smiled at Ty, then nodded over toward Jordan.

“You want that, don’t you?” Bobby asked, but his tone spoke of knowing the answer to the question.

Ty smiled, then moved up behind Jordan, kissing his shoulder, up the neck, then along the side of the face. Jordan turned to him, and they kissed. When Ty pulled back, he whispered in Jordan’s ear.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Jordan smiled, pushed all the way inside of Mitch, then leaned over him. He looked back, eyes pleading.

“Do it.”

Ty moved up behind Jordan, pushed his legs apart, and raked wet cock along the spread ass. Up and down, the wet, leaking head rubbed the bare ass until it was wet.

“Stop teasing me. Do it…do it…put it in me,” Jordan pleaded.

Ty put his cock to the puckered opening and pushed. He felt the tightness squeeze the head, then inch after inch of the shaft as he drove it into Jordan’s depths. He pushed deeper and deeper, until Jordan had nearly every inch, then he held still.

Jordan rose, looked over his left shoulder with glassy eyes and mouth open, and began to move. Ass pushed back taking the last of Ty’s cock, then forward, pushing back into Mitch. He moved with abandon, pace increasing until Mitch was crying out beneath him. Jordan grew more physical, pushed Mitch down flat on the bed and bore into his depths, then tugged outward, until every inch of Ty’s cock was in his own hole.

Jordan was too aroused, had been fucking too long, and he soon cried out in release, flooding Mitch’s insides with cum. Before he could catch his breath, Ty pulled him to his feet, hugged him around the neck and began to fuck his ass. His moans reverberated with the jarring thrusts into his depths. Ty took Jordan’s sensitive cock and stroked it, making him shudder and jerk in his tight embrace.

“Oh…fuck me, Ty. Fuck me harder.”

Ty nipped Jordan’s ear, then the left shoulder as he plunged into Jordan’s depths with a steady rhythm. His hips smacked against ass, and his hand stroked the wet cock noisily. There was no holding back, nothing left in reserve, as Ty lifted Jordan off his feet, pushed cock into the depths of his hole, until he was shuddering with his second release.

Mitch and David were in the bathroom, showering together. On the bed, bodies intertwined, Ty, Jordan, and Bobby were touching each other, exploring the other’s bodies. Fingers followed contours and forms and shapes. A finger circled a nipple, then a tongue raked over the hard nub. A finger ran up a trial of hair from the fan of pubic hair to the navel, making the stomach quiver with the ticklish nature of the touch. A tongue followed the contour of an ear. Another tongue dragged up a chest, then over to a nipple. Fingers toyed with nuts in their loose sac, then raked along the perineum until rubbing over the wet, leaking hole. Then they penetrated it, causing two of them to giggle.  Fingers toyed with a wet cock, traced the shape of the flared head, causing it to flex, to grow thicker, wider, as it responded to the manipulation.

Ty rolled to his back and Jordan moved on top of him. Ass ground down on cock, then rocked back and forth until the cock was rock hard. Bobby sat up, moved behind Jordan, kissing him while guiding him up and over the cock he was holding up. Bobby pushed Jordan down on Ty, his fingers at the opening feeling it take cock. He felt Jordan rise, then drop down again, and he felt the way the opening loosened to the penetration. He pushed his finger along the cock, feeling the tightness, how it was like a tight cord around Ty’s cock. Jordan moved upward then held still, and Bobby pushed his finger into him next to Ty’s cock. Jordan eased down, taking most of the cock and all of the finger. Up. Down. Over and over. Jordan eventually loosened to the double penetration.

Bobby slipped his finger free and looked around Jordan at Ty. They smiled at each other, acknowledging their renewed arousal. Bobby moved up behind Jordan, pushing him down, letting Ty bear hug him. He pushed his rock-hard cock down, putting the flared head against the base of Ty’s cock, then he pushed.

Jordan cried out and shivered with the penetration, Bobby’s cock sliding in next to Ty’s cock.

“Fuck that ass on our cocks,” Bobby uttered, holding Jordan by the waist.

Jordan moved between them, forward until the cocks nearly slip free, then back, sinking both back into his hole. He moved slowly, for the stretch of his hole was still painful. He moved until he loosened to the double penetration, then increased his pace, grunting and crying out.

“Goddamn,” David exclaimed, suddenly standing by the bed. Mitch came up next to him and began to toy with his cock as the two of them watched.

“Fuck, look at Jordan take them,” Mitch whispered.

Soon, David was on the floor, legs up, taking Mitch’s cock. They rutted like wild animals, loud, physical, bodies smacking together. Up on the bed, Jordan continued to move with a steady rhythm, working his ass on the two cocks.

Bobby came first, flooding Jordan’s hole with cum. Ty felt the slickness of it, the way Jordan’s ass moved more easily on their cocks. He worked his hips, increasing the pleasure of their fuck until he too was filling Jordan’s hole. Then cum hit him in the face and chest. Looking down his body, Jordan still stroking his own cock, he watched cum spray from the head, then dribble down on his stomach, Jordan shuddering and jerking the whole time.

Mitch and David had left, leaving Ty, Jordan, and Bobby alone. The three of them were exhausted and spent. They moved into the small bathroom and got into the tub, Jordan working the controls to get a warm shower going. They bathed each other, kissed, and giggled and talked quietly about what they had done.

Ty looked at Bobby, then Jordan, wondering if they would be willing to do it again while he was home for summer. He raked a hand down Bobby’s lean torso, stood on his toes and kissed him.  He liked this new understanding of someone he thought he knew. This knowledge that he hadn’t been the only one. He turned to Jordan, thinking how mischievous and alluring he found him. The irony of the community’s perception, most referring to him as that preacher’s boy. That preacher’s boy had made him feel like he fit within his skin. That what was inside was okay to let out. To be himself, even when he had doubts.

Ty leaned around Bobby and kissed Jordan, then leaned back against the tile wall and watched them kiss, wondering if the two of them would get together more often once he was out of the picture. There was nearly two months of summer break to go, but with a vacation to the mountains with his parents for two weeks, then Jordan going to be gone for a week with the church’s camp down in Florida, and finally something about the first week of August having to go to Albany, Georgia for a revival at another church, suddenly there was four weeks gone.  He looked at Bobby wondering if he would be around all summer, or he too would be gone for a vacation at some point. It made him feel a bit melancholy to consider how little time they had before he was off to college for his sophomore year. He knew once back on campus, he would meet other guys, and maybe even meet someone he wanted to date seriously. The future held multiple possibilities, and this summer would just be a path taken during this moment in his life.

Ty came out of Biggin Hall and stood under the canopy watching it rain. In front of him was a throng of students, umbrellas held aloft. He held his own out and popped it open, swung it up and headed across campus. Normally he would be rushed to get to Physics class, but the instructor had canceled the day’s class for he was in Atlanta at some conference. Unhurried but not ready to go back to the dorm, he turned right heading to the cafeteria. It was only a little after eleven, but if he took his time, maybe stopping at the bookstore on campus, he would arrive at a more appropriate time for lunch.

As Ty strolled among the others, he began to think of last summer. It seemed more in the past than it truly was, for he had only been on campus four weeks, three since the start of classes. He thought of Jordan and Bobby, and all they had done. There was that night in the motel room, the sex with them and those two guys. The unbridled nature of it. If he thought of it too much his cock would stir, then get hard. But it was hard not to think of it. It was the start of a summer he would never forget. That night led to others. Several with Bobby and Jordan, the three of them finding some place away from prying eyes to do those things that gave each one of them pleasure. But there were other times it was just Bobby or Jordan. Bobby had been so surprising, the physical nature of the sex he enjoyed. The roughness of it, the two of them tumbling around in the back of his car, or at one’s home when no one was around, or once, daringly, in the stockroom of the grocery store. He missed it, those times with Bobby, but not near as much as he missed his time with Jordan. He sensed it, each time they were together, Jordan holding back, keeping his emotions in check. They played it coy, superficial, but Ty knew in any other scenario he would want more from Jordan. He thought Jordan felt the same way, but he didn’t know. Neither of them would discuss it, nor anything about their future plans. He knew Jordan was going to college too, having left the day before his departure. He wondered which college but never asked. He hadn’t even discussed where he was going. It seemed futile to do so.

Graham Student Center loomed ahead, all red brick and glass. It was only a few years old, and held the student union, a game room, a computer room, and more importantly to Ty, one of the cafeterias. He moved under the canopy and closed his umbrella, then stepped into the cool interior. The dining room was busier than he anticipated, and it surprised him to see a line of students at the serving line. Umbrella stuffed into a pocket on his backpack, he moved around the perimeter of the dining room and to the back of line.

Tray covered in dishes, what his mother would call a balanced meal, Ty moved toward the dining room. He wanted to the side; some place quiet so he could read. In his backpack was a novel he had begun last weekend. He had gotten far enough along to know the story about two young men was more than some fantasy story. It was also a love story.

Moving along the aisle near the windows that overlooked the campus, he found a table near the back of the room that was unoccupied. He slid into a chair, looked around the room once, pulled out the novel, and began to eat. A few pages turned, and lunch nearly complete, Ty was unaware of his surroundings. He no longer paid attention to who came in or left, looking at the guys wondering if they were gay. He turned another page, forked the last bite of potato, and brought it up to his mouth, when someone moved in front of him.

“Ty?”

“Jordan?”

Jordan laughed, then sat opposite. “I didn’t know you were enrolled here.”

“Nor did I know you were.”

They laughed, then settled to a quiet, one with shared smiles and eye contact that spoke of a new understanding.

“Have you heard about Bobby?” asked Jordan.

“No, what happened?”

“He moved to Evergreen to be closer to the community college and…” Jordan leaned forward, lowering his voice, “to shack up with this guy he met there.”

Ty smiled. “No shit.”

“No shit.”

“Have you gotten settled on campus?”

“Yes…and no.”

“No?”

“I’ve been so busy getting with my classes, finding my way around, I’ve not had any fun.”

“Seriously, you haven’t found any fun? I don’t buy that for a minute.”

Jordan sat back, growing more serious. “There are a few guys in the dorm that I know are doable, especially this hot little number from Argentina.”

“So, what’s holding you back?”

“I…” Jordan stammered, smiling in a way that Ty knew was a response to being embarrassed. He even saw how Jordan turned red face.

“You…what?”

“I keep thinking…about last summer…and…”

“And?”

“And you.”

They strolled toward Ty’s dorm, umbrellas bumping for they were so close. They were mostly silent on the walk, with the occasional eye contact and smile. Ty thought about the summer in more detail, realizing the last week of July and the week after Jordan returned from Albany it was just the two of them, Bobby no longer in the picture. There had been a couple of lunches or dinners in town with Bobby, the three of them just hanging out. But the sex; that was only with Jordan in the end. He wondered how he could have missed it, and felt foolish about not discussing more about college, and how they were going to be on the same campus.

Finally on the second floor, moving down the hall, Jordan walked beside him, as they moved past open doors where others were gaming or watching television. In Ty’s room, his roommate at practice, Jordan closed the door and locked it as Ty went to the window and angled the blinds so no one across the commons could look in. There was an anticipation, a building of expectations. Ty turned to see Jordan drop his backpack on the floor next to the wall and start removing clothing. Ty followed suit, unbuttoning his shirt as he watched Jordan toss his t-shirt on the floor and work on getting his jeans off. Ty tossed his shirt over his chair, then undid his jeans and worked them down as Jordan pulled his last foot free. Jordan was naked, cock half hard, and Ty pushed his boxers down until they fell around his feet. He stepped out of them approaching him.

“Ty…do you like me?”

“Yes,” Ty replied as he moved up to him.

Ty moved over Jordan, held him down as he pumped his cock beside Jordan’s. They moved against each other until rock hard. Ty worked Jordan’s legs apart and shifted down enabling him to get an arm under each one behind the knee. He lifted them and moved forward. Jordan’s legs came up, then over, Ty folding him in half. Ass lifted off the bed, angled upward perfectly for Ty’s cock as it slid along the smooth crevice. Over the wrinkled opening, along the perineum until it was pushing over the tightening sac.

“Fuck Ty, stop teasing me,” Jordan uttered, pushing his ass upward.

Ty moved his cock until the head was pushing against the tight opening. He pushed down as Jordan pushed upward and felt the tight squeeze on the head of his cock as it breached the tightness. Jordan moaned, body shivering with the penetration, as Ty pushed deeper and deeper, until his cock disappeared inside of him.

“OH fuck,” Jordan uttered as he undulated beneath Ty. Primitive, animalistic, moving to increase their pleasure.

Ty pulled outward, then began to fuck. Slowly, savoring the feel of every inch squeezing through the tightness. Hands raked down his chest, fingers rubbed his nipples, then pinched them. The pain shot down his spine and made his cock flex within Jordan. He shoved inward, hard, abdomen smacking against Jordan’s upturned ass.

“Yeah…fuck me,” Jordan uttered as he threw his head back and clutched at the bed.

Ty didn’t let up, fucked Jordan at a brutal pace. It fueled his arousal to feel his cock hammering Jordan’s insides. He moved fluidly, hips swinging at a steady pace.

“Take me…Jordan…take me,” Ty uttered breathlessly.

The sound of bodies coming together echoed in the room. The bed squeaked in its frame and Jordan moaned louder, spurning Ty to keep fucking.  He fucked until sweaty, muscles burning with his exertions. Then he pulled out of Jordan and stood on his knees.

“Roll over,” said Ty.

Jordan rolled over and Ty pulled him up on knees and put his cock to the stretched opening. He buried his cock inside him, all the way, then began to fuck. He hammered against the round ass with every thrust. He pulled Jordan back against his chest and bear hugged their bodies feeling the heat of Jordan’s against his own. He began to fuck again, rocking Jordan with every push. He took Jordan in one hand and used the other to hold him by the throat, tight against his chest. He fucked and stroked at a furious pace until he felt Jordan shuddering in his embrace.

“Fuck. I’m coming,” Jordan cried out, as his cock sprayed the bed.

It was familiar to Ty, the way Jordan came, shaking and jerking within his arms. He kept fucking with his own release imminent. Their bodies moved slickly against each other, and Jordan’s hands slid down his sides to each thigh where fingers dug into the flexing muscle.

“Take me,” Ty uttered, then came inside of him.

Ty sat against the wall, sideways in his bed. Jordan lay along the bed, head in Ty’s lap. They were showered and dried off, wearing boxers. Ty expected his roommate any time and didn’t want to be naked. He played in Jordan’s hair, twirling strands with his fingers.

“I can’t believe how fucking stupid we had been,” whispered Jordan.

“No kidding. To find out you’re here too,” Ty laughed, “it’s too much.”

“Ty?”

“Yes?”

“You want to go to dinner tomorrow night?”

“Like a real date?”

Jordan looked at Ty, grinning. He nodded his head.

“I’d like that.”

Ty’s cellphone rang and Jordan rolled off the bed and retrieved his jeans. Ty dug the phone from a pocket, glanced at the screen, then hit accept.

“Hey, dad, what’s up?”

“Just wanted to call and see how things are going. Classes still going well?”

“Yes, I’m not struggling with any of my subjects this term.”

“Good. I just wanted to speak to you a minute, if I haven’t called at a bad time.”

“No, no, just hanging out in my dorm room with Jordan.”

“Jordan? That preacher’s boy?”

“That’s the one.”