...it was just a little peep

“…there are times when I feel

I’d rather not be the one behind the wheel

Come, pull my strings

Watch me move, I do anything, please”

Behind the Wheel – Depeche Mode

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Cody and Ian sat on the floor in Aaron and Luke’s room, Ian playing Luke in a video game while Aaron and Cody provided commentary. It was early evening, a little after seven on a Wednesday night.

“Hey, let’s go grab a burger when we finish this game,” said Ian.

“No, I’m burgered out. Let’s go to that diner, the one on Johnston Road,” said Aaron.

“Yeah, let’s go there. I love their chicken and dumplings,” Luke replied.

“And their pot roast special they have on Wednesdays,” said Cody.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ian uttered as he took advantage of Luke being distracted.

“NO, no, no,” Luke exclaimed as he saw Ian win.

A knock at the door, and everyone looked over to see Bobby standing within the frame.  Everyone knew Bobby by name, knew he roomed with Wayne down in room 338, right next door to Johann and Garcia, but because Bobby was shy, quiet, kept to himself, none of them could say they really knew him, least of all call him a friend. So, they were surprised to see him at the door.

“What’s up, Bobby?” asked Aaron.

“I was…I…huh…”

“What’s wrong?” asked Cody, sensing something was troubling him.

“Nothing is wrong…not really,” Bobby kept stammering, looking at the floor, the wall, the television, anything but any kind of eye contact with the guys.

Ian climbed to his feet and went to Bobby. “What is it? You can tell us.”

“It’s just, the semester was supposed to be different, you know. Things were to be different, but…” Bobby stammered to a stop.

Ian sensed it, something not yet spoken. He saw it in the eyes, the way Bobby was fidgeting.

“What was supposed to be different, Bobby?”

“I see you with Cody, then Brian…he…huh…comes out and is with Paul, and then last weekend…”

“Johann has Brennan over for the weekend, and you feel like life is passing you by?” Ian whispered, not asking if he is gay, not yet, not when he appears so flustered.

“Yes,” Bobby whispered in reply.

“Hey, we’re going to Ann’s Diner for dinner. Come with us. We can get something to eat and relax, then when you’re ready, you can tell us everything. Okay?”

“I can go with you guys?”

“Of course,” Aaron utters aloud while the others nod.

“Go get your shoes on and come on back and we’ll head out,” said Luke.

“Go on. We’ll wait for you,” said Ian.

They sat around two tables pushed together. Ian and Cody on one side, Aaron and Steve on the other with Luke on one end and Bobby the other. Two waitresses brought out their plates, refilled their drink glasses, then left them to enjoy their meals. Up until that moment, the guys had chatted about the game on Saturday, their classes, and the latest video games coming out. Once they began to eat and the table decidedly quieter, Ian looked over at Bobby next to him.

“Hey, you want to talk about it?”

“No…yes,” Bobby replied, and he smiled at the contradictory answer. It elicited others to smile in turn. He set his fork down and looked down the table. “I guess it’s obvious what I was referring to earlier.”

“Yeah, but do you want to tell us,” Ian replied, knowing how important it could be to someone to say it aloud.

“I’m gay.” Bobby said it and for some illogical reason, waited for some negative response from one of the guys. Instead, he only saw the smiles of acknowledgment.

“When you came to Luke and Aaron’s room, you seemed to want to say something else,” asked Ian.

“I guess, what I want to know is…is…how do you meet guys? I mean, well, how do you know which guy might be interested?”

“That is a tough one,” Cody replied.

“I think you just have to be more aware of how a guy is responding to you,” Ian added.

“When you’re in class, do you talk to guys?”

“No, not really. I sit in the back and…” said Bobby realizing what they were telling him.

“Be more motivated to speak up, talk to a guy in your class, especially one you get a feeling about,” said Cody.

“Don’t be so shy,” Bobby uttered, more to himself than to the guys.

Ian moved to the bed where Cody lay grinning up at him. They were naked, hard, aroused.

“Do you think Bobby will be okay?” Ian asked.

“I think so,” Cody replied. “Now stop making me wait. Get down here.”

Ian moved down on the bed, up between Cody’s spread legs. He held them at the back of the knees and pushed forward. As thighs pressed against chest, cock touched the loosened opening. Ian sank into Cody, gently, slowly, the two of them savoring the feel of it. The penetration, the fullness of it, and Cody lay back and moaned.

“Fuck, Ian, do it, do it,” Cody uttered breathlessly.

Ian pushed down on the legs lifting his body and began to fuck. To tug outward then push back into Cody’s depths. Over and over, slowly working his cock through the tight opening. He pumped into Cody’s depths feeling his arousal increase, the need for greater stimulation. Without being aware of doing it, he increased his pace, thrust with urgency, shoved his cock into Cody’s depths until smacking against the upturned ass. The sound echoed his rhythm, reinforced it, made it all consuming. Nothing existed except Cody.

“FUCK!” Cody cried out, and Ian felt cum hit his stomach.

“Cody,” Ian uttered as he felt Cody shuddering with release beneath him. He felt the warm cum on his skin. He captured the scent of it, inhaling deeply with his exertions. It drove him to keep fucking, to thrust into Cody’s depths until he was jerking and shivering with his own release. He jammed his cock into Cody, all the way and kept jamming against the upturned ass with every ejaculation.

Cody sat sideways on the bed with his back against the wall. Ian was laying perpendicular to him, head in his lap.

“If Bobby struggles to find someone, should we help him?”

“As much as he would be willing to let us,” Ian replied.

“He’s so shy.”

“Yes, but if he just meets someone, gets past that first time, then he’ll see how everything can be so much better.”

“Luke and Aaron talking about trying to hook him up was rather humorous.”

“Luke swearing someone in his English class had to be gay, like he would know.”

“Maybe he does. Why couldn’t a straight guy who is aware not sense it?”

“Maybe…”

“I hope Bobby doesn’t need our help, but if he does-“

“Then we help him.”

Bobby entered his world history class and started to go down the last row as he normally would do. He hesitated, knew he needed to break his routine and continued down the steps until halfway down and eased down the row until a few seats from the end. It was odd to him after being on the back row since the day classes started. He pulled out his textbook and notebook and dropped his backpack on the floor by his legs, then he watched others coming in and getting seated. He looked at the guys, giving measure to them, which he really would like to engage. He had done this in English, his first class, and found none of the guys giving him any kind of response in return.

He looked to his left watching a tall skinny guy move down toward the front, one he had noticed before. Behind him another guy, shorter, average build with perfect messy hair. He had noticed this guy before and watched him slip into a row to the other side of the aisle. Looking to his right, he watched two guys that gave off a frat boy vibe move down to the row below him and take seats a few over from him.

A seat squeaks to his left, and Bobby turns to see a guy sit down just two seats over. Despite the coolness of the day, the guy is wearing cargo shorts. He can see the hairy legs, the dark blonde hair that covers each. He imagines them rubbing against his own legs. He dares to look upward and sees the guy getting his textbook and notebook laid out. A ballcap pulled down low, the bill barely above the eyes. Dirty blonde hair, sideburns long enough to frame the ears and a tanned skin tone capture his eyes. The long sleeve shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a black t-shirt underneath with something on the front.

The guy looks over and nods in acknowledgment, smiles, then breaks the tension Bobby is feeling.

“Hey.”

An opening. An opportunity to talk to him, to get a feel of who this person may be.

“Hey.”

“I’ve not seen you in class before.”

“I’ve been sitting in back, but…moved up closer so I can hear better,” Bobby lied, hoping it is believable.

The instructor comes to the podium and turns on the projectors, illuminating both screens, one with an image of Athens and the other a sunken ship in the Mediterranean.

“Okay, let’s get started, picking up where we left off last session,” said the instructor, settling the class down and getting everyone’s attention.

As the instructor delved into the topic for the day’s class, the guy leaned toward Bobby.

“I’m Julian.”

“Julian,” Bobby repeated, “I’m Bobby,” he added.

“Bobby,” Julian repeated.

The instructor shut off the projectors and released everyone to pack up and head to their next class. Bobby shoved his textbook and notebook in his backpack seeing Julian doing the same. They stood at the same time and eased down to the main aisle.

“Hey, I’m going to grab lunch in the cafeteria. Would you like to join me?” asked Julian, looking over his right shoulder.

“Sure,” Bobby replied.

Following Julian up the steps and to the door Bobby felt it, this difference in the way he felt. He felt himself smiling for the first time in a long time. In the corridor he fell in next to Julian and realized Julian was a bit taller but had a similar lean build to his own. He felt he masculine nature of him. It was almost like he could feel the heat radiating from Julian’s body.

Outside where they were not crowded by others, Julian led Bobby down the concourse.

“Did you get everything noted down the professor was talking about?” asked Julian.

“I think so.”

“The exam is next Monday.”

“Yes.”

“You want to study together?”

“Sure.”

The cafeteria came into view, and they fell silent as they approached the doors.

Bobby sat opposite Julian, focusing on the green eyes, now visible with the ballcap pushed up. He found himself feeling an attraction that only grew more intense as he looked at him while listening to the husky voice.

“Where are you from?” asked Julian.

“Macon, Georgia; actually, a small place just outside the city but I went to school within it. Where are you from?”

“Guthrie, Oklahoma.”

“Where in the state is Guthrie located?”

“Just north of Oklahoma City.”

“How do you like here?”

“It’s nice. Especially all the large trees and seeing a real change into fall.”

“You don’t have trees?”

“Yes, but they are shorter and not as nice.”

Bobby was trying to figure out how to ask the one question he wanted an answer, no, needed an answer. He considered asking how Julian’s social life had been since arriving on campus, if he was dating anyone, or maybe just ask outright if he was gay, or come at the issue in a different manner, and ask if he wanted to go out dinner.”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” asked Julian.

“Huh, yeah, of course,” Bobby replied.

“You want get mad if I’ve read the situation wrong, will you?”

“No,” Bobby replied, wondering if Julian was about to ask him the very thing he wanted to ask. Could it happen?

“Are you gay? I’m just wondering and…I hate to make assumptions about someone, but I’d really like to know. You see, I am, and I hope we can…hang out.”

Bobby smiled as Julian stammered on, then when Julian waited for his response, he found himself nodding as he tried to get the words out of his mouth.

“I’m…yes, I’m gay,” Bobby finally uttered, then laughed despite his nervousness.

“What’s so funny,” Julian asked starting to laugh too as if it were contagious.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you the same thing.”

“It’s a bitch, isn’t it, gay in a straight world, knowing too many guys would freak out if you asked them that.”

“And I have enough trouble as it is,” said Bobby, admitting to his innate shyness.

“Shy? That I can handle. I need to study for an exam tonight, but how about tomorrow night? Would you like to go out for dinner?”

“That would be nice,” Bobby replied, feeling like he was going to start vibrating in the seat with anticipation.

Johann and Brennan rode out to the state park south of campus where they hit the trails suitable for mountain bikes. Brennan led their charge along the trails, Johann maneuvering to keep up. It terrified them at times, close calls with a tree, or a rock, or a place the trail made an unsuspecting turn. It made their hearts race and caused them to keep a sharp focus as they exerted themselves to the point of exhaustion while sweating profusely.

At a stream that meandered along the base of one hill, they stopped to catch their breath and drink some water.

“That was a good ride,” Brennan gasped between breaths.

“Yeah…I think we’re about two thirds of the way around, so we’ll be back at the entrance soon.”

“Well, let’s go,” Brennan replied securing the water bottle back into its clip.

It was nearly dark when they got back to Brennan’s dorm. They had stopped along the way and grabbed a sandwich, now the thing both wanted was a hot shower. If they couldn’t do something else first.

“Come on, pick up,” Brennan said aloud as Johann listened.

“Hey Brennan, what’s up?” It was Rick, Brennan’s roommate finally answering his phone.

“Are you in our room…or are you out?”

Rick laughed. “I’m out. Some of us are heading to the Warehouse to hear a band.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Brennan, the room is all yours for the next 4 hours or so,” Rick added, then hung up.

“You want to come up?” Brennan asked Johann, the two of them unable to contain the mischievous smiles that spoke to their intentions.

Brennan stood at by his bed looking into Johann’s eyes as he felt fingers work free each button of his shirt. He felt the exposure of his chest and stomach, fingers graze over the skin, then a finger manipulating one nipple. Suddenly breathing hard, he leaned forward until their lips were pressed together. He reached out, felt the loose tail of Johann’s t-shirt. He slipped his hand underneath feeling along the waistband of the jeans, fingers rubbing the skin. Then he slid his hand upward and Johann’s hand moved down within his own jeans. He rubbed over the smooth chest, across both nipples feeling the hard nubs, as fingers raked through his pubic hair then raked along his elongating cock. Johann was touching him, making him aroused and he pushed against the hand as they kissed with greater passion.

Johann pulled back, pulling his hand away, and breaking their kiss. He smiled mischievously, then pushed Brennan causing him to fall back on the bed. Brennan was shocked at first at the suddenness of it, then he laughed as he watched Johann strip. The t-shirt, then both shoes, the socks, the jeans, then finally, the boxers. Johann stood naked, cock half hard, and Brennan looked. Looked without shame at the masculine figure standing over him.

“You need to be naked too,” Johann uttered.

“Yeah,” Brennan whispered as Johann leaned over and undid his jeans, then tugged then roughly down his legs. His cock pushed up the front of his boxers revealing his aroused state. Johann dropped to his knees by the bed, leaned his upper body over the bed and Brennan’s thighs as he ran a hand over the front of the boxers. Johann toyed with Brennan until his cock flexed within their confines.

Brennan watched Johann hold his cock tight, the boxers stretched around it, then he gasped as Johann mouthed it, running lips and tongue along the length of his cock. He lay back, eyes closed, feeling his arousal increase.

“Fuck this,” Johann uttered.

Brennan felt hands take the waistband of his boxers and tug roughly. He raised his ass and watched his cock flop free as Johann pulled the boxers down to below his knees. He worked his legs then kicked the boxers across the room.

“Will you suck me?” Brennan asked.

“Oh yeah…and more,” Johann replied.

Brennan watched Johann take his cock, hold it up, and lick the head. He sucked in a huge breath as Johann wasted no time, leaning up and slipping lips down over his cock and pushed down until taking nearly ever inch. Brennan watched the head move up and down, feeling the movement on his cock. His arousal increased until he was pushing upward, trying to increase the sensation. He knew he should hold back, make it last but he was so aroused, so excited by what was happening, he couldn’t, just couldn’t. The buildup for release caused him to lay back, head thrown back with eyes closed and mouth hanging opening.

“OH, fuck, I’m going to cum,” Brennan uttered.

He felt the mouth take his cock; lips tight around the base of it. He felt the suction and the heat of the mouth, the slickness of it, and movement of the tongue. And he felt cum surge through his cock, and he shuddered with release as he filled the mouth with cum.

Johann swallowed around his spurting cock, as he pushed upward with each ejaculation until spent.

Brennan lay still watching Johann move. Down between his legs, fingers moved around his still hard cock, over the tightened sac, and down until rubbing his tight opening. A finger penetrated him, and he spread his legs and moaned as the finger piston inside his hole. He felt it probe as deeply as it could, then twist and turn. The finger pulled out then two penetrated him. They stretched him open, loosened his opening, then bore into him again, this time with three fingers.

“Fuck Johann…fuck…fuck…fuck me,” Brennan uttered.

Johann shifted arms under his legs and moved up the bed. The arms were behind his knees, and they pushed them up and over. Johann moved over him while taking each leg in a hand. Brennan clutched at the bed as Johann pushed his thighs against his chest. He felt his ass lift and cock rake over it. Then the cock pushed against his ass. Insistent, determined, Johann worked cock over his ass until the leaking head pressed against his opening.

“Do it…do it, fuck me,” Brennan cried out.

Johann stretched him open, penetrated his hole with inch after inch of cock. The sensation of penetration seemed to go deeper and deeper. It felt an impossible depth, and the fullness of it at the center of his being made his own flex with his arousal. Then Johann was fucking him. Driving cock through his loosened opening, tugging outward until nearly slipping free, then driving inward, all the way, with hips smacking against his upturned ass.

“Don’t stop…please…keep going,” Brennan begged as Johann fucked him with a brutal pace. The bed rocked and squeaked and the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room.

But it was too much for Johann. He had been too aroused and his desire for Brennan too great, so he thrust into the depths of Brennan’s hole and shuddered with release.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” Johann uttered as he jammed cock into Brennan’s depths.

It seemed as if Johann had just stopped fucking when Brennan felt him moving over him. His legs were released, and he opened his eyes to see Johann moving to straddle his waist. Fingers held his cock, toyed with the leaking slick head. Then Brennan watched Johann ease down until pressing down on it. The pressure changed to a squeezing sensation as his cock squeezed into Johann’s body. He watched his cock disappear then he looked into Johann’s eyes as Johann began to ride his cock. Up, down, over and over, Johann moved on him. The pace of their fuck increased until it was so physical, every touch a stimulation, that Brennan was trying to push upward. He so desperately wanted to increase the feel of the penetration, to bore into Johann’s depths increasing their connection.

Johann’s cock slapped his stomach leaving it wet and slick. He reached out and took the cock stroking it as best he could while Johann moved up and down at a brutal pace. How long Johann rode his cock he had no idea. A few minutes or an eternity, it felt the same. He didn’t notice how Johann was breathing harder, or how the cock in his hand thickened, so he was surprised by the cum that hit him in the face. Cum rained down him in thick wads, hitting his cheek, his lips, then ropes of cum landed on his chest. It was like a trigger, and he shoved upward and came again.

Brian sat on the edge of a raised planter somewhere on campus. He wasn’t sure where he had wandered; all he knew was he had gone a long way into a part of campus he didn’t know. For a couple of days there had been a nagging feeling something wasn’t right. He liked Paul, really, he did, but Paul wasn’t ‘the one’, if such a thing existed. Maybe he was over thinking it, maybe no one was ever ‘the one’. But he realized he was going through the motions, enjoying the companionship and the sex. Oh, he enjoyed the sex, but…

Three days ago, at the sports bar, when Cody had whispered to Ian, he loved him and Ian blushed, then replied in kind, he knew he didn’t feel the same toward Paul. Ironically, when he got the courage to talk to Paul about how he felt, Paul had fallen silent for a long time, then confessed to feeling the same. It had been mutual and now they were just friends.

He wanted to feel sad about it, maybe cry a little, but he felt relieved, not sad. His first time, his first boyfriend, going out on dates and all that it entails, and now his first breakup. He remembered how it had been for some in high school, and for one of the guys in dorm when he got a ‘Dear John’ letter. He knew it could have been a more emotional situation. Instead, he found himself contemplating how he was going to move forward. Put himself out there and date someone else.

He smiled and saw a couple of girls smile back as they passed, assuming he was smiling at them. He felt his face burn with embarrassment, then he laughed aloud for the silliness of it all. Why fear a couple of girls thinking he was being flirtatious. But why he smiled in the first place came back to him. Some of the guys were going to hear a band play, and Paul and he were to go. The band was alternative in ways that brought out a cross section of students on campus. Those that follow various music genres, those that dressed as Goths or punks or grunge (was that still a thing?), and there was the fact gays and lesbians followed the band too. The lead singer was gay and some of their songs reflected his perspective of life.

Paul and he had talked about how it would be fun to go, then after their breakup, how it would be good to get out and mingle with others, straight and gay. Leaning back and looking up so the sun hit him in the face, he closed his eyes thinking of the possibilities.

“Yeah, mingle with others,” Brian uttered to himself as the sun warmed his face.

Bobby followed Julian along a sidewalk in a residential area. It was only two blocks from campus, and it was obvious most of the houses were rented to students. They passed a bungalow with a bunch of guys hanging out on the porch. They passed a small house and could hear girls laughing in the backyard. Near the end of the block, Julian turned up a sidewalk heading to the front door of a Dutch Colonial with a gambrel roof. There was a bicycle locked to the railing at the steps for the front stoop and mail sticking out the mailbox which Julian grabbed before unlocking the door.

It was so strange how he had been planning on it being the weekend when there would be an opportunity to be alone with Julian. But they had talked while eating lunch, then just roamed around campus while continuing to get to know each other. It seemed natural, how Julian suggested they come back to his place, and now he was following Julian into the house.

Once inside in the foyer Julian turned toward him.

“You want something to drink, or do you want to go up to my room?”

“We can go up,” Bobby replied as he scanned the mixed furniture of the living room. It looked like salvaged furniture that had seen better days and every side table and the coffee table were covered in dirty glasses and empty beer bottles.

“We had friends over last night,” said Julian, as if he could read Bobby’s mind. “Come on, my room is upstairs.”

Julian moved to the stair and Bobby followed. At the top, Julian turned right going into a bedroom tucked under the roof over the side section of the house. The bed was front and center with the window over its headboard. A chest of drawers sat by the door and along the side walls where the roof structure sloped down to only about three feet in height sat a desk on one side and a dresser on the other, positioned as close as possible to the low walls and sloping ceiling. The desk was a maze of wires, books, pens, and miscellaneous items with four monitors suspended above on a pole and a desktop computer on a shelf below.

Bobby followed Julian into the room. It felt smaller than it looked with the sloped ceiling on each side of the narrow main ceiling. The idea of a animal den came to mind, a place to snuggle up feeling protected and safe.

“I’m glad you came home with me,” Julian whispered.

“Me too,” Bobby uttered as he stood a couple of feet away from Julian, not sure what to do.

“Is this your first time with a guy?”

Bobby felt his face flush hot, but he knew it was obvious and he nodded in reply.

“Kind of scary, isn’t it?”

“What?”

“The first time…I remember last summer and how nervous I had been. Hell, I’m nervous now.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, of course. I want it to be…special, you know?”

Bobby felt himself relax a little. His desires were winning over his fears. He dropped his backpack on the floor and nervously pulled his t-shirt off. He was nervous how Julian would see him. Would he be good enough? As he got his head free of the t-shirt, he saw the smile. It wasn’t brash or mocking, and he smiled back as he dropped the t-shirt on the floor and began to undo his jeans.

Julian guided Bobby to the bed, lay next to him as they touched each other, let hands roam over the other. Over smooth skin, along trails of hair from navels to pubic hair, and over hardening cocks. They kissed passionately, breathlessly, rolling over the bed, Julian on top, then Bobby. Julian reached between them and took Bobby in hand, guiding him to move into place. Julian spread his raised knees wide apart and guided Bobby to push against his tight opening.

“Come on, Bobby, put it in me. Let me feel you inside me,” Julian whispered.

Bobby pushed until he was shivering with the feel of penetration. The squeeze on the head of his cock, then inch after inch of the shaft as he eased it into Julian. When his hips pressed against Julian, he held still, just savoring the feel of the penetration. How it felt to have his cock inside Julian. The hot slick feel of it.

He leaned down and kissed Julian. Then he began to fuck.

It seemed so natural, so right, Bobby struggled to breathe. He moved inside of Julian, thrusting into the depths of Julian’s body. He undulated over the prone body, felt hands clutching at his sides, fingers digging into flexing muscle. He felt hairy legs rub against his own and when he raised his head and cried out with the pleasure of this fuck, he felt hot exhales and kisses on his neck.

He fucked, moving with such need he was gasping for breath and his body felt feverish. Sweat trickled down his face, ran down his back, and rained down on Julian. Every contact became slick, hot flesh sliding over hot flesh.

He fucked, as he slipped his arms under the raised knees, pulling the legs upward. He folded Julian beneath him and thrust harder, faster, until flesh smacked noisily against flesh. A hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled him down until their lips touched. He had Julian pinned to the bed bearing his full weight. Taking his fuck.

He fucked, desperate to feel the release building inside him. He felt it, this tightening of muscle and every touch electric. Julian kissed his neck, then uttered obscenities into his ear. He hugged the hot sweaty body to his own, shoved into its depths, and came.

Julian was pushed to the tile wall of the shower as the room steamed up. Bobby moved behind him, rubbing his hard cock up and down the ass Julian was holding spread before him.

“Stop teasing me, you devil,” said Julian in desperation.

Holding the narrow waist with one hand, Bobby held his cock as he pushed the head through the loosened opening. He pushed until pressed against the round ass, then he hugged their bodies together. He worked his hips slowly until Julian pushed back. Then he stood, took the waist, and fucked.

Bobby struggled to comprehend how things changed so drastically and so quickly for him. How he was buried in another guy, fucking him. And he found the guy attractive, appealing in personality, and in their sex. It was the thing of fantasies, of late-night masturbation sessions for nights on end. But it was real, a physical thing that made him feel more human than ever before.

Bobby reached around Julian’s waist and took him in hand. He stroked while fucking. So aroused, so hungry for their sex, his pace increased. He stroked roughly while battering Julian’s insides. He banged against Julian’s round ass, nipped at the skin at the base of the neck, then ran his nose up through the wet hair. Fingers touched his flexing thighs, then dug into the muscle as he bore into Julian’s depths.

“Fuck, I’m going to…don’t stop…keep going,” Julian uttered.

Bobby felt Julian begin to move, to push back, then shudder and jerk, and the cock in his hand flexed thick, then flexed with ejaculation after ejaculation. Knowing Julian was coming pushed him over the edge. He shoved into Julian’s depths and came again.

Brian made his way back through the crowd as the band played behind him. The room was dark except for the stage lights and the closeness of bodies made the room seem hot. And the guys he found attractive made him feel aroused. He felt his sex, the nature of his desires, and his need to piss was a perfect excuse to get out of the crowd for a minute.

He went down the blacklight lit corridor to the door marked “Men” at its end. His t-shirt and faded jeans glowed purplish in the light. He pushed the flat black door open and entered to find the bathroom was painted flat black too, only the walls were so graffitied that they took on a life of their own. There was a stall, two urinals, and two lavatories, and at first, he thought he had the room to himself, but he saw two sets of feet under the stall. He smiled at the idea of sex going on, then wondered if it could be something else happening.

He moved to the urinal next to the stall then sighed with relief while emptying his bladder. Movement to his right and he glanced over to see a guy move up to the urinal next to him. It was just a little peep, one he couldn't refrain from doing. A cock was slipped through the fly and a second later, a stream hit the back of the urinal.

Brian struggled with his desire to look, but he turned to face the wall and waited for his bladder to empty. When he finished, he slipped his cock back into his jeans and zipped up as he stepped back. He saw the guy glance his way and wondered if the guy had been checking him out too.

At the sink, he looked into the mirror, using it to check out the guy next to him, sizing him up. The door squeaked open, and another guy came into the room and Brian quickly rinsed his hands, wiped them on his jeans, and left.

As he moved down the short corridor and into the crowd. He squeezed by some familiar faces but also a lot of new ones. He slipped through the crowd until he could see the other guys up near the stage. He was only ten feet away from them when someone reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Hey, aren’t you in my history class?”

Brian looked around to see the person who called out to him. It was a guy with dark messed up hair and a mischievous smile. A little shorter, with a similar build to his own, and eyes hidden in shadow and by hair that hung down over the right one. But he felt their stare.

“Professor Hinson at 10 o’clock?”

“Yes! I’m Felix.”

“Felix, I’m Brian.”

“The band is really good, don’t you think?”

“Yes.”

“The lead singer is gay. Did you know that?”

“Yes.”

“I like that.”

Brian sensed it, this fishing for some acknowledgment from him. He looked at Felix with his white skin that seemed to glow in the dim lights and the sharp fascial features. The strong V shape of the chin, the full lips and high cheek bones framing a strong nose. One ear was exposed, and he saw an earring dangling from the lobe. At first, he thought it was a cross, but when it caught the light, he saw it was a sword. Felix was so alien to him, so different, but he felt drawn to him. An allure he couldn’t describe.

“Yes, it is nice to see someone I can relate to.”