The Games We Play

Levi

Racing across campus, Levi knew he would be late once again. Mr. Sutton was going to ream him a new asshole, for he was late more often, than not. It wasn’t his fault and he tried to explain it to Mr. Sutton, but each time he saw the disbelief, the roll of the eyes and the slight, slow shake of the head. What was he to do? His Physics instructor kept them late nearly every day, determined to cram one more formula or principle into their heads before letting them leave. He was at the point of approaching Ms. Hoffman and asking her to let them leave on time for he had to cross the campus to get to Mr. Sutton’s class.

As a sophomore, Levi considered himself no longer a virgin student. He was broken in, and this case, probably fucked. He smiled at the thought as he raced through Larkin Hall and back out heading toward the School of Architecture where Construction Management was a part of the curriculum. The sexual innuendoes came too easily for him, but then again, he thought of sex like a video game. Something to do every chance he got and to push to do it better or in a way that was more enticing. Some perverse deviation that would make it more exciting. The fact that all he thought about when he pictured hardcore fucking, was another guy made it seem all the more perverse.

Deep down, he knew he was gay, had known since he was thirteen and found himself staring at his cousin Randy at a family reunion. He had never met a guy who was named more appropriately. He was randy in every sense of the word, and he wanted him without fully knowing how he wanted him. He just felt his first erection from lusting after someone straining against his tight jeans. The problem was he struggled with this realization. Had struggled with it ever since, for he wanted to be one of the guys, knocking back beers, eating pizza and watching the game on television or blowing up shit in a video game. He wanted to talk about girls and who was going to win the tournament. But all he thought about was cock. John from room 412 with the uncut cock. Bill in room 423 with the full lips he always pictured around his cock, or Bill’s dormmate, Eric, with the round ass that was made for fucking. Tyler in room 404 was six foot six and built like a brick shit house and had the cock to match, something Levi wondered what it would be like to feel stretching his ass open. Ryan, from one floor down, with the blonde surfer boy looks and a goddamn old CJ to go with it. And there so many more Levi had wondered about in some secret scenario where he was fucking them, or they were fucking him. All he wanted was the fuck.

So, he hid himself from the guys in his dorm while prowling the campus and the town late at night, or the frequent hook up online. Some of the guys on his floor were suspicious, often asking if he had a secret girlfriend. He started to lie and say yes but knew that would lead to other questions and more lies, more than he could handle. So, he said nothing and let them grow more suspicious.

He was almost on time, Mr. Sutton having not started the day’s lecture, and he eased into a chair in the back of the small classroom. Stretched out, legs crossed at the ankles, he relaxed ready to take notes when he noticed the fresh scuff marks on his new sneakers. ‘Fuck’ he thought as he lifted his foot up resting it across his knee. He wet his finger and tried to wipe the black mark off, but he only smeared it along the side of the white sole. He couldn’t understand why he was so quick to mess up a pair of sneakers. It was all he wore, at least twelve pair in his dorm room, and all of them looked like he dragged and kicked his way across the campus in lieu of walking.

Then he looked at his jeans, the new fraying around the hole in the knee and the separation of the seam along his inner thigh. He was also rough on his clothes. It was one reason he only wore jeans and cargo shorts. He would wear a normal shirt, but it was always a casual pattern or cut, but most of the time he wore t-shirts or tank tops. His jock attire as he thought of it. His costume to fit in with the guys. The shield to hide his true self, the one that wanted to fuck most of the guys on his floor instead of playing video games with them.

Charles

Walking from Briggs Hall where he had World History, Charles strolled across campus heading to Williamson Center, the main building on campus which housed many of the basic courses for freshman. English was his next class, and to Charles his most important of the quarter for it was his major. He was going to be writer, a famous one, bringing insight and self-loathing to the masses. He was going to write about human depravity and scare the shit out of the self-righteous. He was going to hold up a mirror to his readers, and there would be lots of them, and make them see their failings. He had been starting novels since he was eight, and in the last couple of years finished two that he knew were juvenile. But they were something to hold on, to remind himself of his own failings.

He walked casually, never hurrying, for it seemed barbaric to do so. He wore his usual slacks, dress shirt and sweater, even though it was too warm for one. He looked at the other guys on campus, wearing shorts or jeans, with undergarments instead of actual shirts and wondered how civilization had not collapsed already. He looked down at the tennis shoes, or running shoes, or whatever they were now called, knowing he would never wear such things on his feet. Not only did he not do the activities those shoes implied, he thought they were the most dreadful looking things, much preferring his brown Oxfords, or Brogues, or when he was feeling a bit casual, his Derbies.

He knew what the others thought when they saw him. He saw the disparaging looks, the snide comments he overheard in classes or strolling down the corridors. His black hair perfectly trimmed every Thursday afternoon, his face always, always, clean shaven, and his tortoiseshell glasses that perfectly framed his heart-shaped head, perched on his small upturned nose. He was too well groomed for the slovenly disheveled masses. They called him a snob and he accepted the label with pride. They called him weird and bizarre. They called him queer and he wanted to ask if they meant he was just oddly different, or if they were making a statement about his sexuality. He wanted to know. But he knew what they meant when they called him faggot. Disgusting word, almost as vile as the word pussy.

He hated the labeling, whether it was meant to be harmful or merely someone trying to categorize people. Gay. Straight. Bisexual. What did it really mean, these words? He had considered them for a long time, since he was seven and overhead his mother and father talking about Uncle James. He had listened intently, disturbed at not knowing the meaning of all the words they were using. He had spent the night, flashlight under the bed covers, looking them up on his laptop. At only seven, he didn’t know how the words applied to him, but he just knew they did in some way. By the time he was twelve and he found himself looking at images of some prince in England, he began to put the sexual framework of his attraction together. By the time he was fourteen there was no doubt to his attractions, but he grew to hate the label. Instead he called himself sexual, telling his best friend, Mary Elizabeth McAdams, to let someone else figure out the parameters of it.

He considered what writers had to say about sex, and how you really didn’t know someone till you fucked them. Fuck. Such a harsh sounding word, but he knew there was none that worked better. Sometimes you had to wallow in the gutter of crude language to get your point across and telling someone you wanted to fuck gave the true sense of our humanity. He thought of his dormmate, Matthew. Innocent. A boy. Virgin. Or he was when he arrived on campus. Charles found himself smiling at the image of Matthew lying naked on his bed after being fucked for the first time. He looked drugged. Only the white powder around his nostrils was missing to complete the image of the innocent corrupted by the bad ole liberal college. 

That was when he really knew Matthew. The willingness to please someone. To submit to them. Matthew even liked the initial pain of penetration, begging Charles to fuck him harder once he had gotten all the way inside him. Then he found out Matthew hated to read, preferring those godawful video games instead, and he lost all desire to fuck him again, no matter how often Matthew pleaded with him, sometimes lying naked, legs spread, toying with himself as he told Charles what he was willing to do. Charles thought it pathetic, this willingness to submit so freely to someone else. Where was the fight? The need to be broken like some wild horse. And that lack of desire to learn. There wasn’t even desire to read mundane novels with predictable storylines.  Even a director of trashy movies had said not to fuck someone who didn’t own books.

Charles moved along the corridor, walking slowly and confidently in a straight line, He moved through the other students, watching them part creating a gap for him to pass through. At Room 2133 he strolled in and took his usual place in the second seat of the middle row. It placed him directly in front of the instructor. Glancing out the window he saw the storm clouds looming on the horizon and quietly berated himself for forgetting to check the weather and thus, forgetting his umbrella. 

Levi

“Jesus fucking Christ” Levi exclaimed as he stood in the doorway of the architecture building, backpack in one hand and the other holding the door open letting the wind blow in. Rain fell in sheets, the trees along the sidewalks rocked back and forth as small limbs and leaves broke free, covering the puddled ground. A woman came up beside him pushing her way to the open door. She held out an umbrella popping it open and as she stepped out swung the umbrella over her head angling it toward the howling wind. Levi watched her walk quickly along the walk. She didn’t get thirty feet and the winds changed direction causing the umbrella to bend back then break, turning into a twisted metal and fabric thing that should be in an art gallery, not held up trying to protect anyone from the rain.

“Fuck it” Levi uttered as he put his backpack on, arms through both straps so it was secure, and he took off at a jog. He was soon soaked to his skin and he considered the worst of it over, but as his shoes filled with water, the realization he was wrong became painfully obvious.

Even though Levi was fit, worked out two or three times a week, played football or basketball with the guys in the dorm and rode his bicycle often, especially on weekends he had time to drive up to a nearby state park with trials, but as he neared the dorm, wet all over, shoes beginning to hurt his feet, and his backpack feeling like it was twice its normal weight, he was breathless. In the Commons between the dorms he slowed to a walk. What could get wet was wet and nothing he could do about it.

As he passed through the lobby and climbed the stair, he passed others who were in gym shorts with wet hair. Others who had gotten caught in the storm. On his floor it was darker than usual, the lights turned off and only dim light coming in from the window at its end and light from the open dorm rooms spilling out. And it was quiet too. Muted voices or television playing movies or being used for gaming were the only sounds. Passing each open door, he looked in seeing the other guys, wet hair and dressed down in shorts, some bare chested and some in t-shirts or tank tops, and all looking fatigued. He found his dorm room locked and knew his dormmate was probably at his girlfriend’s place, an apartment off campus. He was relieved to have the room to himself.

Normally he didn’t care if the door was open or not when he changed clothes, but today he didn’t want to be bothered, so the door was closed and locked. The light made the room seem brighter than normal, warmer even, and he went to the window and pulled the blinds up trying to get as much light as he could into the room. Then he stripped out of his wet clothes piling them on the floor and toweled off. He felt a chill in the air and turned the heat on. When warm air blew into the room it felt good on his exposed skin. He wasn’t the type to parade around naked, but after being in cold, wet clothes, it felt too good, every blow of air made his skin feel soft and smooth.

He sat in his desk chair and slowly rotated around a few times then he stared up at the shelf over his desk lined with books he had read since the start of college. There were mysteries, who-done-its, biographies of sports heroes and, his favorite, science fiction. It was his guilty pleasure in reading. Some of the guys kidded him about it asking if he was in touch with his inner nerd. He had laughed with them to hide his embarrassment by their jabs. On the end of the shelf was his latest read, one he was about half way through about some crazy library of special knowledge. Standing up he reached for it, turning to the place he left off and he began to read as he paced slowly back and forth the length of the room.

Charles

Wet clothes lying by his hamper, Charles was running a towel over his head trying to get his hair dry. He wore a pair of boxers and his bathrobe, knowing he would not be going out for a while. He was considering a nap. The weather was perfect for it. The sound of the wind and the lashing of rain against the window. And there was the dim gray light. It looked cold making the idea of climbing into a warm bed the more enticing. But first he was going to check his emails.

It took a few minutes to scan through them, answering the ones he was so inclined. Then he pushed back from the desk and looked out the window. The sky was still gray, but the rain had slacked off. Lights from the adjacent dorm seemed to be twice as bright as usual. He could see everything going on in each one. Several guys horsing around one floor down. Two guys having a heated discussion three rooms over and directly in front of him, same floor, same position in the façade, was a guy walking around naked. The naked form seemed to glow in the bright light of the room. Charles could see the muscular build and the mop of hair that was obviously as wet as his own. “Jock” he uttered under his breath trying to discount him, paint an image of the personality behind the masculine façade, one that would make him loose interest and stop staring. He considered it juvenile the way he was attracted to the guy. Some primitive desire for a big strong man to…to do what? Protect him? That was laughable, and Charles knew he should busy himself with his assignments or do as he originally intended and climb in bed. He watched as the guy sat down and proceeded to slowly spin around. When the guy stopped, he saw him look up then stand taking down a book. The guy opened it, flipped a few pages and began to read. Pacing slowing back and forth in the small dorm room.

The jock was reading a book.

“Fuck” Charles uttered as he watched. The guy moved toward the window and sat on the sill revealing his naked ass. He studied the solid round cheeks pressed against the window as he tugged on his boxers, his cock growing erect. “Fuck” he uttered again as he fished two fingers through the fly touching it, then working it out. It stuck straight out, hard as a rock, flexing up and down with his arousal. He gripped it tightly and stroked, feeling the smooth skin slide through his fist.

The guy sat to one side of the window, back to the jamb, left knee resting on the sill, and just visible around his left arm, the book, held up with the other hand. Charles stared intently, studying every curve, the bulge of biceps, the shoulder blade that moved as the left hand turned a page, the thick muscled thigh pressed against the window and the mop of hair that hung down over the ear and almost down to the shoulders.

Charles stood right up at the window, cock in hand, glad the lights were off. He stroked himself till his hand moved slickly along the hard shaft. He stroked till his hips rocked back and forth, the primitive movement of man ready for release. ‘Why this guy’ Charles asked himself, the question lingering for a mere moment, the briefest of time, before he was once again lost to his aroused state. The absolute need of it. He rocked his hips harder, pushing cock through his fist as he slammed it down to the base of his cock. He felt the surge of release, the tightness of his entire body.

The sound of the door being unlocked, then opened wasn’t enough to stop him. Let Matthew watch. He didn’t give a fuck, not now. He thrust his cock through his fist as he heard Matthew come up behind him. Before him the guy stood up and turned toward the window. The flaccid cock hung long and thick between the muscular thighs.

“Oh…” Charles cried out as cum spattered against the window.

“Jesus” Matthew uttered as another wad hit the glass, then another.

Finally spent, Charles turned around facing Matthew. He was still erect, cum drooling from the gaping slit. He saw the illiterate boy (as he considered him) and he could only think about a need to fuck. Fuck something, anything, even Matthew.

“Get out of your clothes” Charles demanded and watched as Matthew struggled to strip.

One leg still caught in his boxer briefs, Charles pushed him onto the bed, twisted his hands behind his back and held them tightly together as he climbed on top. He moved into position, and with no foreplay, no initial manipulation, he put his wet, slick cock to Matthew’s hole and pushed. Matthew cried out, then begged him to push it in all the way. Charles pushed till his abdomen pressed against the narrow round ass beneath him. Matthew grunted then pushed upward trying to get Charles even deeper.

“Fuck me” Matthew muttered as Charles swung his hips upward, lifting till his cock pulled free. Then he slammed it back in. He pushed till he was buried into the depths of Matthew’s hole.

Charles didn’t say anything while he hammered away at Matthew. Thrusting with all his energy, the only thing he wanted was his own release. To feel the cum surge through his cock once again. To feel it spurt out. He piston in Matthew’s hole with wild abandon, ignoring the pleas beneath him. It should have taken a while to come again, but it didn’t. His need arose quickly, his rhythm became ragged, as he roughly fucked the tight ass beneath him. He was breathing hard, sweat, real fucking sweat, dripped from his chin. Then he was rigid with the surge of release.

“Fuck” Charles cried out, as he pumped wad after wad into the depths of Matthew’s body.

He wanted to lay down, to drop down by Matthew, but he wanted his own bed, and he definitely didn’t want to encourage Matthew, who would want to cuddle. Standing up, cock finally gone flaccid, he moved to his own bed and collapsed on it. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal. He stared up at the ceiling, seeing instead the guy from the other dorm, naked, standing at the window. As the image blurred in his mind, his eyes slowly closed then his breathing slowed, till he was fast asleep with Matthew lying in the other bed watching, wondering what was going on.

Levi

It was late, sometime after two in the morning and Levi was still awake. It was one of those nights when he could not shut down. His mind a swirl of thoughts, from what to write about in an assignment, whether, or not he had done anything to let his dormmate know he was gay to what it would be like if he was honest with himself (and with others) and just came out. Guys did it all the time, so why couldn’t he? What was the big deal?  Really, he overheard the some of the guys on the floor talking about friends who had come out to them and it had been nothing. But he was a jock, a sports fanatic. Could he really be gay?

Then he thought of the hook ups on social media sites, the gay porn that fueled his masturbatory fantasies and how he found himself looking at guys all the time. Some on his floor and across campus, so many others. Tall or short, lean or stocky, neat and trimmed and casual to the point of sloppiness and other categories people get placed in too numerous to mention. For about a year, his hook ups had been with guys who were just coming out, and much like himself, unsure of themselves. Timid, and thus submissive. And they didn’t really satisfy the desire he had, this need he was trying to fill. When he had taken a chance and met this senior last spring, everything was different. The senior had pushed him down on the bed, held him down and fucked him roughly, the penetration so quick it hurt. He had come without touching himself as the senior fucked him twice. He hooked up with the guy two more times, each time going further than before. The last time he found himself tied up for a weekend and fucked till cum streamed out of his hole. After that weekend of total submission, the senior refused his messages.

Thus, he began to search for the tops, the guys looking for someone who would be bottom, submit to their needs. But none were like the senior. None really pushed the boundaries that he was too scared to admit were his desire. Last month he met a guy at a small bar on the far side of town. A local boy by the name of Brian, who worked in some construction firm. He had looked so promising. The blue-collar background and the way he dressed. But when he had leaned over the table and admitted his desire, his want of a dominant top, one that would take total control, he saw the look of surprise. The look of someone being asked to do something they not only do not want to do but have no desire to do.

After a few awkward questions and discussion, and the realization this was not going to be it, Levi and Brian slipped into a conservation about the different desires of guys, how everyone seemed to have something that aroused them.

“Why do you want to be dominated?” Brian had asked toward the end of the night?

“I don’t know…maybe because I want to be punished.”

“Punished? For what?”

“I don’t know. It just seems…” Levi stammered then feel silence, not sure how to respond. He didn’t think there was any one thing he should be punished for. He hadn’t really done anything wrong. Hadn’t cheated on an exam, hadn’t stole from anyone or hurt an animal.

“It’s not because you’re gay and you don’t want to be?”

“What? No…no, I don’t think so” Levi responded then pondered the idea. “No, I know being gay isn’t something to be punished for.”

“Is it punishment? Or is it pain you’re seeking. The mixture of pleasure and pain?”

“Pain” Levi replied, slowly, voice low, repeating the word, letting it hang in the air between them.

“Do you like it when a guy pinches your nipples during sex? I don’t like it, but I’ve had friends who liked it so much they started wearing clamps.”

Levi didn’t respond for no one had done that to him. He’d been spanked by the senior, had a hand clamped over his mouth and nose cutting off his air and a hard cock pushed into his hole so roughly he thought he saw stars. But never had his nipples roughly messed with during sex.

That conservation came back to him. The notion of pain mixed with pleasure, the feel of one reinforcing the other, making it more pronounced. It had seemed ridiculous at the time. No way could the two be linked in such a sexual way, but he could not deny his own desires, and how the senior had manipulated him. All the thoughts of sex aroused him, made him play out scenarios that excited him. He felt his cock stir. Pushing back the cover and feeling the cooler air caress his naked skin, he grew more aroused. He felt it roll around as it thickened. He took it in hand and began to masturbate. Slowly at first, his hand moving the full length of his cock. As he grew harder and his arousal so great, he wanted nothing more than to cum, he stroked faster and faster.

‘Do you like it when a guy pinches your nipples during sex?’

Brian’s question came to him and he rubbed his fingers over one nipple then the other as he stroked his cock. He felt the hard nub sticking out and he rubbed it harder. Then he pinched it, tentatively at first, then harder and harder. He gave it a twist and the pain felt like a short circuit zapping every nerve in his body. His cock grew more rigid, flexing hard in his hand. He twisted again, harder this time, till he shivered with the pain.

Cum spattered his face, then chest. It rained down on his stomach then his hand grew slick as it moved along the flexing shaft.

He fell back breathing hard with skin that felt afire. He traced a finger through the pools of cum then licked it clean as he wondered how someone went about finding someone who knew how to give such pleasure and pain at the same time.

Charles

Standing at the window watching the jocks play tag football, Charles marveled at the athletic prowess while at the same time disparaging them for such primitive displays of alpha male dominance.  The bare upper bodies glistening with sweat, muscles bulging, as they competed for scores. There was the lining up along some imaginary line, the ball hiked (that was what they called it, right?) back to the guy who led the team. He took three or four steps back and threw the ball to one of his teammates who zig zagged through the others down to the place they celebrated a score. Ball held aloft and running back toward the others the one who scored suddenly looked familiar. The muscular build, the light brown hair and the general height of the guy added up to the appearance of the guy he had watched through the window the other night. The naked reader.

Charles moved closer to the window and watched more intently, following the guy around the Commons while he played football with the others. Now the guy was trying to stop the other team. Playing defense instead of offense Charles thought bringing the terminology to mind, words he had heard others use when talking about the game.

The other team threw the ball and the object of his fascination ran across and caught the ball instead of the intended receiver, running back toward his scoring area till tagged by the other team. There was laughing, celebrating and taunts between the guys. Charles couldn’t hear them, but he could see how they were talking to each other and the responses they elicited.

Turning, Charles strolled to his desk and picked up the novel he was reading and headed out the door. He was going down to the Commons to read, or at least that was his excuse to go down nearer the game. Nearer the guy he wanted to watch.

The bench sat under a tree at the edge of the open grass area the guys were playing football. Charles sat on one end, legs crossed at the knee sitting up right with perfect posture. Holding the book in one hand, propped on his leg, he read slowly, distracted often, loosing his place and having to start over so often he had yet to turn a page. Instead he cut his eyes upward and watched the guys. They were shirtless, or wearing tank tops, showing skin and underarm hair. Crude, uncouth, and he wanted to fuck them. Running along the field with the ball was the main object of his infatuation. And what an object.

Charles knew he was objectifying the guy but figured the guy did it to girls, so it was acceptable. A way to balance the sexism. The jocks looked at girls with lust, so it was only fair he did the same to them. To judge them on their looks, picturing them in some submissive position, begging him to fuck them. Thinking of Matthew’s pleading just the night before he pictured the jock in the same position; naked, lying on his stomach, begging to be fucked.

The sweaty body passed by and he swore he could smell the testosterone. It was so primitive. This attraction based on nothing but looks and smell. The big strong male that could provide the best nest, the strength to drive away other males and predators and the genes to make the best offspring. Charles chuckled at the thought and how it was so predictable. Perversely conforming to societal norms, when he wanted nothing of the kind.

“I’m open” called out one of the guys and Charles looked up in time to see the ball sail over his outstretched hands. A perfect arc, coming down straight at him with velocity, the ball in a perfect spiral. Without time to consider it, he dropped his book to the ground and leaned toward the ball, his arms up ready. The ball spiraled into them and stopped against his chest.

“Nice catch.”

Charles looked up thinking it would be the guy who missed the ball, but he was lying flat on his back laughing. Looking to his right was his jock, coming toward him.

“Thanks” Charles replied as he tossed the ball him.

“You want to play?”

“What?!” Charles responded, not sure he heard correctly.

“You want to join in?”

“OH…no, no, I can’t play…football” Charles replied, thinking he couldn’t play any sports. It would mess up his clothes.

“Yeah, I guess you’re not really dressed to be playing.”

Charles looked down at the white dress shirt, the leather belt securing his dress pants, and further down the brown brogues polished to a high sheen.

“No, I’m not” Charles replied, smiling up at the jock, who approached him, bent over at his feet picking up his novel. Glancing at the cover then holding it out for him to take.

“I liked her previous novel the best, but this one is good too” said the jock as Charles takes it.

“I agree, but this one has its own merits. I’m Charles.”

“Levi.”

“Levi? You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m serious.”

“Hey Levi, come on, let’s play” one of the other guys calls out.

“Got to go. See ya around, Charles” Levi stated as he back steps a few paces, then turns and jogs back to the others.

Levi

It was strange. One of those things in life that didn’t make sense. Some would say it was coincidence. Others, fate. Levi thought it was just the fact he was now acquainted with Charles and thus recognized him whenever they crossed paths. And for the last week, they crossed paths at least once a day. In the cafeteria, the library two nights ago and crossing the Commons either going to or coming from class. By week’s end there were smiles of acknowledgment between them, a brief hello, and a short conversation on what they were currently reading. They parted when Levi’s friends pulled him away to go to the local pub just off campus.

One of Levi’s guilty pleasures is Vietnamese food, something he would slip away for lunch on Saturdays at least once of month. He never told the others, who seemed to live on pizza and burgers, and criticized anyone who ate better. Therefore, they were never invited.  He simply picked up his latest novel and rode his bicycle across town for a quiet lunch alone.

He kept to his routine the next day, locking his bicycle to the rack on the sidewalk and finding a table along the far wall away from most of the other patrons. He placed his order, spread the novel out on the table and began to read. He quickly picked up the thread of the story and his surroundings faded away from his consciousness.

After his lunch, Levi paid, slipped the bookmark into the novel and made his way out. The sidewalk was busy with people out window shopping, looking for a place to eat or drink, or just out to stroll among others. Moving at a slow pace enjoying the surprisingly warm fall day, he made his way up the street to Garden Avenue where he crossed over to go into the bookstore. It was a small independent store, with a mezzanine in back for the classics and history section and scattered among the rambling shelves of the main floor was the sections for fiction, science fiction, young adult, children and the other categories. Walking in, the bell attached to the door gave out its familiar ring.

Browsing the new releases then the sale table, Levi took his time heading back to the section he was in search of. A professor had mentioned a novel from the nineteen sixties he wanted to check out. It had sounded intriguing, with the way the professor described the author and his motivations. He was nearly complete with the novel in hand, and he was always searching for something new.

The shelving was low at the front of the store, but in the back, it towered over one’s head, the top shelves packed with overstock. Moving slowly along the main aisle, eyes scanning the titles of books on display on the endcaps, he made his way to the main literature section.

Down the aisle he scanned the names of authors, moving along in search of those beginning with ‘s’. He rounded the shelf against the wall and moved into the next aisle, aware of someone else standing in the aisle near the other end. Glancing up he stopped with recognition. It was Charles thumbing through a book.

“Charles” said Levi as he drew closer.

“Levi” replied Charles, surprised to see him.

“Find what you were looking for?”

“I’m just browsing. What about you?”

“I’m looking for __________.”

“Really?”

Levi laughs at Charles disbelief. “Don’t be so surprised. It’s insulting.”

“Sorry, but…”

“Guys who play football are too dumb to read.”

“I was going to say, didn’t care to read.”

“You’re probably right about most” Levi responded glancing at the shelf seeing the novel he came in search. “They have it!”

“You’re surprised?”

“It is such an old novel and I don’t think in high demand” said Levi, his voice far away, his attention more focused on the novel, reading the back cover. When he looked up there was a sense of embarrassment. This unfocused detachment from his surroundings when he was engrossed with a novel, even if just checking it out. “Sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I wish more guys were so intense about reading.”

Levi caught it, the way Charles spoke in referring to guys. For a moment he wasn’t sure what to say. The silence became awkward.

“Hey, you want to grab something to eat later?” said Levi breaking the silence. He saw Charles’ surprised expression and wondered what it meant. Did it mean he was surprised he asked him to hang out, or did it mean he was surprised Levi thought he would want to hang out with him.

“Ah…yes, sure. What time?”

“Say around seven. I know this great little place on the other side of town…”

“The Red Leaf?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“I love that place.”

“Then it’s a…” Levi responded, stopping when he realized he was about to say ‘date’.

“I’m in Siegel; room 326. You want to swing by when you’re ready to go?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Levi exited the store with his purchase in hand, excited more than he could admit. Charles was not the type of guy he normally tried to hook up. The search for a guy who was as well built as himself, someone who could exert themselves over him. Someone who could dominate him. Charles appeared not to be that person in any way. Average height, lean build but whether it was more skinny or muscular he couldn’t tell with the way Charles dressed. And there was that. The way he dressed. So different from anyone else. He had heard some of the comments directed at Charles and each one gave him pause. Was that why he wanted to go out with Charles? The sense he was different from most other guys. That he might be gay, something Levi was sure to be the truth. He just knew it to be the case.

Charles

Dinner had been better than he could hope, with only a few awkward moments. Levi shed the jock image and what was there was more enticing than he cared to admit. They had drove back to campus and found themselves walking around, across campus and back, talking on occasion about nothing in particular, and comfortable with the long silences in between. Their dorm building loomed ahead of them, the dark outlines with the illuminated rectangles of each window rose over the trees.

“You want to come up to my room” Charles asked, sensing he was the one who had to take control.

“Yeah…sure” Levi stammered as he followed Charles.

It was strange the change in Levi. At dinner he was talkative, but while walking right by his side he grew quieter. Now he fell in behind him, silently following him into his dorm, up the stair and down the corridor. Charles unlocked his door and stepped inside relieved Matthew as not there. Levi followed him as he crossed the room, rolled out his desk chair and sat facing Levi, who strolled in, eyes looking everywhere except at him.

He watched Levi scan the books on his desk and then a slow glance around the room till he was looking at his bed. Levi seemed to be breathing harder and anxious in his gestures. How far he could push Levi he wasn’t sure, but the thrill of the moment made his own heart race in his chest. He had the jock in his room. The jock who read. The jock that seemed to be willing to submit to him.

“Levi, take off your clothes.”

Levi looked at him in surprise, then nodded his head slowly. Charles couldn’t be sure, but he swore Levi stifled a smile as he slipped his t-shirt over his head. The bare torso came into view. Skin that looked smooth, perfect, in the way it was stretched over the muscular frame. Levi started to toss the shirt on the floor but stopped. The look Levi gave him told all he needed to know. Folding the shirt into a neat square, Levi laid it on the desk. Then each shoe was removed and set in front of the desk, followed by each sock, neatly rolled and placed in each shoe. Charles sat still, legs casually crossed as he watched. Levi undid his jeans, spread them open revealing blue boxer-briefs, and worked each leg free. Folded, the jeans were placed on the desk.

Charles wondered if Levi would hesitate, make him command again, but he watched with satisfaction as the boxer-briefs were pushed down, each leg slipped free and the boxer-briefs laid neatly on the jeans. Levi’s cock looked full, thick, stretching out in its freedom. Charles started to command Levi to come to him but before he could say anything Levi stepped up closer. He uncrossed his legs, setting each foot flat on the floor and watched the big muscular jock eased down between them. Hands rested on his thighs, then the heat of exhaled breath came through the fabric of his slacks, then the press of a mouth. It kneaded his cock, working along its growing length.

“Take it out” Charles commanded and watched as Levi undid his belt, worked the button loose then tugged down the zipper till his slacks fell open. He watched Levi mouth his cock through the thin boxers, then felt the wet warm tongue work through the fly and rake along the length of his cock. Fingers then worked him free and his cock stood straight up from his crotch, so hard it flexed with his arousal. Then it was engulfed in the slick heat of Levi’s mouth.

Charles brushed the back of his fingers along the side of Levi’s face, then raked them through Levi’s hair. He balled up his fist taking hold of Levi and forced him down on his cock till he gagged. Then he pumped that mouth on his cock till he thought he would come.

“You want it? Want my load?”

The moan of yes vibrated around his cock as Levi pushed down on his cock then worked his lips and tongue up and down the shaft. Charles tried to hold still, but he was too aroused, and he began to push up, trying to get deeper into that mouth. He wanted to come, wanted Levi to take it in his mouth. The next load he’d pump in that perfect ass.

“Take me” Charles uttered as he felt the surge of release. He grabbed Levi by the hair and pushed the mouth down all the way and filled it with his first load. Then he felt the suction of a swallow, then another. Finally, he felt Levi’s lips tighten around his cock and move up milking it of every drop. He shuddered when Levi licked the head clean.

Levi sat back on his heels giving Charles room to stand. Slowly, deliberately, he removed his shirt, shoes, socks, belt, slacks and finally his boxers. He stood naked right in Levi’s face. He wasn’t muscular like Levi, but he wasn’t skinny either. Lean natural build of a boy of 18 about to become a man. His cock hung half hard over his balls, thick and dripping. Levi licked his lips and Charles was tempted to let him have it again with his mouth, but he had other plans. This time wouldn’t be so quick. He’d last a long time this time and he wanted to Levi to feel it.

Grabbing Levi by the hair, he made him knee walk to the bed forcing him to lay his upper body on it. Kicking legs apart he went to his knees behind him. He pressed his cock against the firm around ass and began to get erect again. Leaning against the hard muscled back, feeling the heat of it against his body added to his arousal. He ran his nose through Levi’s hair just above the neck. He kissed the neck then moved to the right ear.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes…fuck me Charlie.”

Charlie? Charles hated that name, had gotten in fights as a young kid over others calling them that. It sounded common, too common, and he pushed Levi’s head down on the bed roughly and ground his growing erection between Levi’s cheeks.”

“What did you call me?”

“Come on…fuck me, Charlie.”

Levi was goading him, riling him up. Well, fuck him, I’ll show him riled up Charles thought as he leaned back, took his hard cock and pressed it against Levi’s opening. It was tight, resisting his push against it.

“My name is Charles” he uttered in Levi’s ear as he slammed half his cock through the tight opening and into the heat of Levi’s body. Levi moaned into the mattress as his body shuddered from the penetration. Charles felt the quivering body against his own, the growing heat of it, and he felt Levi pushing back on his cock. He pushed forward sinking the rest of his cock into him, every inch till his abdomen pressed tightly against Levi’s ass.

“Oh Charles…fuck me” Levi cried out, louder than was safe.

Charles pushed his head back down to muffle the cries and began to fuck. For the longest time he plunged into Levi’s depths, sometimes pulling completely out, hesitating a moment, the jamming his cock back in. He felt Levi pushing back, felt the shudder of his body when he tore through the tight opening trying to close and he felt his own growing need. The need to control this jock ass. The need to feel his cock sink into its depths, over and over. The need to hear Levi’s moans and cries and the feel of his body as it quivered beneath him and grew hotter and hotter till the skin was slick and wet.

Charles pulled out roughly and leaned back on his heels realizing Levi was holding his cheeks apart giving him full access. He watched Levi’s hole slowly close and knew in a moment he’d pry it open again.

“Get on your back on the bed.”

Levi was on the bed in a flash and Charles eased up on it between his legs.

“Spread your legs. Show me that ass. Let me see what I’m about to fuck again” Charles barked and watched Levi take his legs behind the knees and pull them up and out opening himself up. His cock lay hard on his stomach, balls still loose in their sac and Charles smiled mischievously.

He scooted up close to Levi, his wet cock nudged up to that sweet tight ass. He pressed against it, felt the renewed tightness, that hole closed up tight. With his other hand he gathered Levi’s loose balls and pulled till they were tightly held in the base of their sac, his forefinger and thumb looped around the stretched sac. He tugged till the sac turned dark red and Levi shuddered with the pain.

“What’s my name?”

Levi rose up, looked him in the eye and smiled.

“Fuck me…Charlie.”

Charles tugged on the sac harder as he shoved his cock through Levi’s tightness. All the way till every inch was buried in the dark, hot recesses. Levi cried out, hands gripping at the quilt on the bed, head thrown back. Charles didn’t give him time to adjust as he quickly put his hands behind Levi’s knees and pushed them over till folded in half and that firm round ass rose up, perfectly angled for his fuck. He pulled outward and drove back into him, over and over, relentlessly till the bed squeaked with their rocking motion.

Levi moaned and begged for Charles’ fuck, urging him onward. The room echoed with the noises of it. And among the noise neither heard the key slip into the door, the click of it unlocking or the soft sound of it swinging open. They didn’t hear Matthew walk into the room, dropping his backpack on the floor as he approached Charles’ bed.

“Take me…take me” Charles uttered as he rose upright hugging Levi’s legs to his chest and continued to drive into the depths of the prone body. Levi looked up at Charles, the lean body of a guy one year his junior, but one who was in control. The one burrowing into his depths. Their fucking made Charles’ body tighten up, the muscles in his stomach prominent as his body undulated roughly. Levi glanced over when he saw movement and saw a guy who looked even younger approach the bed.

“Charles…” Levi grunted, trying to get his attention.

Charles didn’t notice Matthew, not at first, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his dormmate, down on his knees watching his cock piston inside Levi’s hole. At first, he was going to tell Matthew to get out, but he saw the glazed look in his eyes and looking over saw Levi staring at Matthew as he groaned more whorishly, louder, putting on a show. He began to slam his cock into Levi harder, roughly, trying to push inward even deeper. Levi moaned louder, turned to him and begged to be fucked harder.

Matthew leaned up, eased his head closer, eyes glued to Charles’ cock moving inside Levi and on Levi’s cock laying hard over this abdomen, the head leaking till it pooled on his skin. Charles watched him, knowing what he wanted. He reached down and ran his fingers through Matthew’s thick reddish-brown hair, closed them into a fist and pulled his head over as he used his other hand to hold up Levi’s cock. He didn’t need to tell Matthew what to do. He merely needed to force the head down till Levi’s cock disappeared in its mouth.

Levi cried out, thrust upward with his hips, shoving cock into Matthew while burying Charles’ cock in his hole. Charles pumped the head up and down till he heard choking sounds, then he pulled it up and pushed it down between Levi and he, down to where he had half of his cock pulled outward. He felt the wet tongue bathe the exposed shaft of his cock, make it wet, slick with salvia. He pulled the head up as he shoved back into Levi.

“Strip” Charles commanded and watched as Matthew quickly stood up and recklessly pulled at his clothes, tossing each garment on the floor till he stood naked, his cock curved upward, hard, already leaking.

Charles pulled out of Levi and commanded him to get up and turn around. He wrapped an arm around his neck bear hugging him so tightly it made breathing hard. Levi’s cock stuck out arrow straight, its head flared wide, glistening wetly in the dim light. He held Levi while looking over at Matthew who was toying with his own cock.

“Get on the bed” Charles commanded, and they watched Matthew move down on the bed, lay on his back and hold his legs up, spread apart showing them his hairless ass, open, ready to be fucked. “What do you want?” asked Charles.

“I want to be fucked” Matthew replied, and Charles heard Levi whisper ‘oh shit’.

Charles guided Levi down, held his hard cock out till it pressed against the tight little hole. Levi pushed against it feeling the tightness resist him as he looked at the prone boy beneath him. Had Charles been fucking him all along he wondered, knowing the answer by the submissive nature of the boy. He looked at the lean skinny body, all angular with collar bone, protruding ribs and hips bones. When the boy laid his arms over his head and pushed against the headboard, he saw the nearly hairless armpits and the long smooth arms.

“Put it in me” Matthew begged Levi as he worked his ass against the wet cock.

‘Enough’ Charles thought as he moved on Levi, put his cock to slick wet ass and shoved into it, hard, all the way, pushing till he felt Levi breach Matthew’s tight hole and plow into its depths. Matthew cried out as Levi moaned. Charles began to fuck.

Charles set the tempo, the furious pace of their fuck. He drove into Levi’s depths with wild abandon, rocking the three of them so roughly their grunts and moans reverberated with their motion. The bed squeaked as it rocked back and forth, in rhythm with Charles.

Levi cried out first, shuddered between them as he filled Matthew’s hole with his load. He kept fucking, thrusting his cock through his slick load as he continued to take Charles, to feel the penetration of his depths and the heat of their bodies pressed together. Then Matthew cried out. So quickly, as usual thought Charles, knowing Matthew could never handle a hard fucking without coming. He saw Matthew cling to Levi as he cried out with each release.

Then he was ready to release his second load. He couldn’t hold back any longer, not with the smell of sex and the moans of organism beneath him. He shoved into Levi’s depth and jabbed at it trying to get deeper. He felt the surge of cum race through his cock and fill Levi’s hole till slick cum cooled his spent cock.

One Year Later

The graded papers were handed out and he saw the high mark with a note next to it praising his work. He glanced around the room and saw various looks, from being pleased to disappointed, and a few that appeared angry, probably thinking their juvenile efforts deserved more. Slipping the paper into his notebook, he slid it and his textbook into his backpack. He didn’t really know any of his classmates, but they at least didn’t berate him behind his back.

He stood up, slung the backpack over his shoulder and headed out of the room. It was his last class of the day and he was eager to get back to the apartment. He strolled out of the room, down the long corridor to the stair, taking it down two flights to the ground floor. Outside the warm sun felt good for fall had been in the air a couple of weeks and he knew soon he would need to dig out his coat.

He moved through the other students, crossing the campus till he came to its edge that bordered the town. Across the street he moved along the storefronts, occasionally glancing at his reflection. He knew he looked different this year. He felt different. More relaxed, and in some ways, more sure of himself, without the conceit he knew he displayed last year. His reflection showed his change in look. Jeans and a polo shirt, the tail loose around his waist. And the running shoes that were more comfortable than he ever dare to admit.

He left the business district and cut down Garden Street, walking down the hill then up till he came to the apartment complex. He checked the mail, taking out the bills and junk mail, slipping it inside his backpack, and headed for the building at the rear of the complex, the one that faced a narrow strip of woods along a drainage basin. He made his way around the building to the backside, took the stair up to the third floor and to the apartment on the end, the one with that afforded the most privacy.

He unlocked the door and eased inside, kicking his shoes off at the door, pushing them in alignment with the other two pair.

“So, how’d you do?” Levi asked Charles as he walked into the dining area.

“Very good” replied Charles as he moved around the table and stood behind Levi. “Is that the report due next week?”

“Yep. I think I have finally figured out how to bring it to a conclusion.”

“Nice; can’t wait to read it.”

“Grade it, you mean” Levi responded looking over his shoulder at Charles with a smile.

Charles looked at his watch and saw it was three thirty, plenty of time before dinner he thought as he leaned down to Levi.

“Why don’t we go out for dinner, but first let’s have some celebratory fun” Charles whispered in Levi’s ear.

“Yeah…let’s” Levi uttered as he closed the book and notebook in front of him.

 There was a kiss, then the touching of the other and finally Charles leading Levi to the bedroom. At the foot of the bed they kissed again, then both looked over in the corner of the room. The corner where the metal crate sat with its door secured with a padlock and inside, wearing nothing but a black leather collar was Matthew. Their pet.

Charles looked at Matthew with his expectant expression and wondered whether or not he would fuck him first this time. It’d push Levi’s arousal to have to watch. He was in such a good mood he wondered about letting Matthew fuck Levi while he watched, then he could fuck both of them. Matthew got on all fours and pressed his face to the cage door. Then he whimpered.

“Fuck” Charles whispered, and he knew what he wanted to do.

Charles dragged Matthew out of the cage and to the edge of the bed.

“Get him hard” Charles commanded, and Matthew knew it was he whom Charles spoke. Levi pulled his t-shirt over his head, pushed the gym shorts and boxers down till they fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them toward Matthew, up close, making Matthew lean back.

Matthew took Levi in his mouth, sucked the flaccid cock down till his nose was buried in Levi’s pubic bush. It didn’t take long for Levi to grow erect. Matthew mouthed it, slobbered over the full length of it and sucked and licked the head till Levi was breathing hard.  Charles watched as he removed his clothes till he stood naked next to them. He watched Levi’s cock disappear in Matthew’s mouth repeatedly as he moved his head back and forth.

“Get on the bed” said Charles to Levi pushing him to lay back.

“Sit on it” Charles commanded Matthew, “and face me.”

Matthew straddled Levi on his knees then took Levi’s erection in hand and held it up while lowering his ass down to it. Charles watched. Watched Levi’s cock bend at first then sink through the tightness. Matthew grimaced as he lowered himself down on the thick shaft.  Slowly, inch by inch, it disappeared within the slowly lowering body.

Charles put the back of his hand on Matthew’s chest feeling the way he shuddered with the pain of penetration. Raking his hand up the smooth skin till he could cup Matthew’s chin. He tilted Matthew’s head till they were staring at each other. What did he see when he looked at me? Charles wondered, knowing he saw someone, even though his own age, who was much younger. Not in years, but in appearance. Young in attitude. Young with a certain naivety, an innocence that was compelling. Like a waif that turned up on their doorstep. So desperate, ravenous for human contact as to be dangerous. Charles’ religion of childhood would call it evil. An imp, luring one to true madness. And maybe this boy, so young looking with his lean, nearly hairless body, was their imp, here to bring devilment and mischievousness to them, and they weren’t instigating it, merely doing this naked imp’s bidding.

Matthew began to move on Levi, up and down till his own erection flopped up and down between his legs. Levi’s hand held the narrow waist while Matthew rode him harder and faster. The bed began to squeak, to rock with the rhythm of Matthew’s movement. Up and down. Up and down. Charles didn’t stop him, let him keep it up till sweat trickled down from his hair and beaded up on his torso. His breathing grew ragged, heavy, sucking air in trying to fill his struggling lungs.

Charles knew Matthew was ready. He reached out putting his hand on Matthew’s shoulder causing him to sink down all the way on Levi and stop. He slid his hand down the slick chest and stomach and took Matthew’s cock and balls in his hand and roughly tugged on them till the head drooled with arousal and Matthew whimpered.

“Lean back” Charles commanded.

Matthew leaned back, keeping his feet on the bed either side of Levi’s legs. His legs spread open and Charles could see the thick cock sunk into his hole. He moved up to it, put his own leaking cock against the hole next to Levi. Matthew threw his head back and spread his legs at the knees wider apart giving himself to Charles.

“You want it?” Charles asked.

“Yes” Matthew replied in a breathless whisper.

Levi wrapped his arms around Matthew’s waist and held him while Charles pushed against the tightness. Slowly, pressing against it, then backing off, over and over, till finally, slowly, Matthew stretched open to take him. It was nearly unbearable, the tightness that squeezed the head of his cock, then the shaft, inch after inch, as he pushed into the heat of Matthew’s body.

Charles fucked slowly, pushing inward about half way, then pulling outward. The tight opening milked his cock, every move sending shivers up his spine. He wanted it to last forever, but after a while Matthew loosened to the double penetration, as he had so often in the past, and Charles needed to fuck faster, to drive into the depths of Matthew’s body with the full length of his cock. He tried to go deeper still, shoving up tight to the spread ass. Levi moaned and grunted to the feel of cock sliding along his own and Matthew began to shudder, to work his hips with their fuck. And he began to get noisy, louder and louder with the moans and grunts, till he was crying out for Charles to fuck him harder.

Hands behind each knee, Charles lifted Matthew’s legs and pushed them back as he fucked. Levi cried out and shook beneath Matthew. Charles knew he was coming as his cock began to slide slickly inside Matthew’s hole. He jackhammered his cock through Levi’s load till it pumped back out. And he kept fucking. Fucking till his muscles ached with the exertion. His own body hot, feeling as if the sweat could boil on his skin. Matthew raised his head and looked at him with a starved look.

“Please…Charles…” Matthew whispered, throwing his head back while pushing his ass down on the two cocks.

How could Matthew do it? How, with that look and those pleading words? Every fucking time it pushed him over the edge. Every muscle tightened. He movement began ragged. He squeezed the legs in each hand, holding on for dear life as the cum surge through him, then gushed out filling Matthew with another load.

Then it was time to reward Matthew, to give him relief from his aroused state. Levi and Charles eased down on their knees guiding Matthew to stand next to them. They took his leaking cock and shared it. Tongues dueling over the head, then one then the other taking it into their mouth. Who would get rewarded for their effort? Who would the little imp release himself for? Matthew stood with fist balled up trying to make it last. He loved the feel of their mouths on his cock. The feel of each warm wet mouth taking him till he came.

“Come on Matthew…come…” Levi uttered as Charles buried the drooling cock into his mouth and throat.

Charles pulled off and licked the head while Levi moved in again and licked up the shaft. Their lips touched as they moved along it, down to the base and back toward the head. Levi fingered Matthew, dug three into his stretched hole, twisting and turning them making him work his hips back and forth, pushing out into the mouths then back onto the fingers.

“Oh…oh…I’m going to come” Matthew cried out as Levi and Charles put their mouths over the head as best they could, capturing the cum that blasted out. Matthew always came hard and with such volume it never ceased to amaze them. They sucked at the head and licked at the dripping shaft as Matthew jerked with each ejaculation. Finally, cum merely dribbled out and Matthew pushed them off his overly sensitive cock.

“Please…no more” Matthew begged.

They lay on the bed for a long time, till their breathing returned to normal. Charles at the head with Levi on his right, head on his shoulder and down below Matthew whose head rested at their flaccid cocks. Levi squeezed the last of his load from his cock onto his finger and fed it to Matthew. Charles watched them, the casual way it was done as if the most natural thing in the world. Then his stomach growled with hunger.

“Let’s shower and get dressed. I’m hungry.”