Last Days of Summer: College Dudes Gone Wild (Dirtyhunk Gay Sex & Erotica Anthology) (2 page)

The anger didn’t always last. I still
bounced around from loathing to lusting. Sometimes I felt both. Experiencing
simultaneous lust for two minutes when I first met him was bearable but to
experience it over the span of two weeks – pure torture.

One afternoon, I finally had enough and I
confronted him.

“You’re a dick, you know that?” I said as I
splashed water all over myself.

We were sitting on the bleachers near the
football field. Practice was over and it was just the two of us.

He had a smug grin on his face. “Why’s
that?”

I couldn’t stand that look on his face so I
turned away and gazed out at the field.

That was a good question – why was he dick?

He got me all hot for him and left me
hanging. That made him a dick.

He kept on getting into my face. That also
made him a dick.

Of course, admitting that I hated him
because he had come in and taken over my territory in all but two weeks would
have made me look weak so I said nothing. Seriously though, last year all the
guys – and the coach – were all about me. Now they were all about Dan. Even the
chicks were taking notice. Quietly and without much notice, Dan had quickly
become the
IT
guy on campus. The worst part: I still liked him. Even
worse: all I could think about was tapping his ass.

I didn’t bother to answer him back.

“What’s wrong?” he teased. “Trevor suddenly
feeling all lonely?”

He knew exactly where to hit me – another
good reason to call him a dick.

“Go fuck yourself...” I said and then got
up. Why I even bothered to get into it with him was beyond me. Plain and
simple, Dan was a dick and he just got under my skin. Nothing else needed to be
said about the matter.

Before I could break away, he asked again,
“Cock or ass?”

I spun back around.

“What the fuck do you mean – cock or ass?”
I felt the muscles in my face tighten as I replied back.

I had been contemplating the question
non-stop over the last two weeks.

He started to grin again.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” I
barked.

“It’s a simple question Trevor, really...
And, you know what I’m talking about.”

I clenched my jaw. “Okay, you answer it
then!”

He looked me squarely in the eye. “Ass,” he
said without flinching.

I frowned.

Ass – was he serious? I figured him to be
on
team cock
. In another words: a top.

Then it hit me. Tops fuck ass and bottoms
take cock.

The fucker was after
my ass
!

Taking it up the ass is hot. But, bending
over for Dan? There was no way in hell!

“Ass,” I finally replied, meeting his
penetrating gaze with a stare down. I was ready to nail his butt to the wall. I
still did not know what ‘ass’ meant to him. Regardless, I fully intended to
spread him wide apart, stick it to him hard and put the fucker in his place.

He took his sweet-ass time to digest my
response, as if thinking long and hard about it was necessary.

“Whatever,” I said and then turned to leave
but then he got up and grabbed my shoulder.

As if by reflex, I stared at his crotch as
he got up. The inviting bundle of cock and balls warranted a quick glance.

“Meet me back at the dorm,” he said.
“Twenty minutes.”

It sounded more like an order than a
request.

“Can’t,” I said.

“Why?” he asked, looking me dead in the eye
again.

I looked out at the field again.

“Because.”

I wasn’t about to let him order me around,
but he persisted.

“Why?”

“Because!”

I was fully aware of how lame I sounded. I
wanted to go back to the room, no question, but the way it was all going down,
I didn’t want to give into his demands. In my perfect world, I was supposed to
be the one making all the demands.

He narrowed his eyes and then softly bit
his lip, like he was lost for words. He might have been let down, but he
definitely didn’t show it. That stupid grin was still all over his face.

“Okay,” he said, receding and then he threw
his hands up. “Too bad.”

“Yeah,” I said. “Too bad.”

Pangs of desperation tugged at me in that
moment. The time had finally come to do the nasty with Dan – what the hell was
I doing blowing him off? I wanted to give in. And I almost did... But something
stopped me. Pride. I could not allow Dan to have the upper hand in this
instance. It was bad enough that he had gotten it everywhere else. Even though
I could not remember a time when I had been hornier, I just could not do it. My
pride, however, did nothing to stop my imagination from going into overdrive. I
wondered what would go down if I did go and meet him.

“Later, bro,” was the last thing he said
before he took off.

As he made his way down the bleachers ahead
of me, I felt like a cat in heat. I watched his back muscles flex and his jock
ass bounce around in those shorts of his the entire time he jogged down the
field.

What a sight that was.

Twenty minutes later, I was freshly
showered and back at the dorm.

I decided that pride would simply have to
take a back seat. Actually, the wood between my legs decided that for me. Dan
was too hot to resist. Once and for all, I had to find out if he would let me
tap his ass. And after what I saw as I watched him hustle down the football
field – those bouncy butt cheeks – every ounce of resistance gave way to the
wild beast.

Dan was nowhere in sight when I entered the
lounge.

And he wasn’t in his room.

I pretty much lost it at that point. I had
my chance at the football field and I blew him off. When I looked over at Dan’s
bed, I felt a sting of regret. Instead of doing the nasty with him, I was
hanging around our place like an idiot with a hard on.

When I felt a blunt slap on my shoulder and
I jumped and nearly blanked out.

“I said twenty minutes,” Dan said as he
came up behind me.

I slowly turned to face him and found him
chugging down Gatorade. I was fully aware of how lame I looked hanging around
his room and I could think of nothing clever to say to salvage what was left of
my pride.

“I’m getting my bag,” I said, blurting out
the first thing that came to mind.

Dan chuckled. “Oh yeah? Are you keeping
your bag in my room now?”

I could feel my face turning red. I didn’t
need to check it in the mirror. I knew the feeling. I gulped the knot in my
throat.

“I came to return your fucking underwear.”

He looked down at my empty hands. By that
point, I felt like kicking myself in the head.

“Oh yeah?”

Now he was just plain mocking me and I
frowned.

“Whatever, dude!” I grumbled and then turn
to leave.

“Two weeks.”

His words caught me off guard. It took a
moment to digest them and then I spun back around. “What do you mean two
weeks?”

 I was now becoming irritable.

“My briefs... You’ve had ‘em for two
weeks,” he said as he put his bottle of Gatorade down onto his desk. “You
obviously like ‘em.”

I had no defense.

Loving them was an understatement. They had
been the very reason why I had turned into a wild beast. I more than loved them
– they drove me wild!

Dan’s penetrating stare was starting
tearing my down with each passing second and I had no idea what to do. I wanted
to get the hell out of his room but I also wanted to stay.

When Dan slipped his hand around my lower
back, everything changed.

One swift tug and a short second later, his
lips were on mine.

I nearly passed out again.

His flavor was fruity and minty and he
smelt like a Polo fragrance ad, freshly torn out of an issue of
Men’s Health
.

Dan kicked his door closed as he ate me up
with his lips.

I was so caught up in the kiss I had not
even noticed that we were already near his bed. All I cared about was the sea
of muscles wrapped around me and how I felt being all tangled up with Dan. His
hands were all over me and they left shivering sparks their path. I had never
felt so taken like this ever before. Normally, I was the one who took the lead
– and usually it was with chicks – but with Dan, I was in the passenger’s seat
and it was a refreshing change. No other guy had made me feel as alive. As much
as I didn’t want to admit it, Dan had me like a tons of bricks!

I felt the cool air settle onto my lips
when Dan pulled away. And then I felt a deep void. If we had done nothing else
but kiss all afternoon, I would have been satisfied, but there was too much
heat between us to keep it light.

“See... This is ass,” Dan said as he rubbed
his firm hands all over my butt cheeks. “And this is cock.”

I felt his hard cock brush up against my
crotch.

I rolled my eyes. “If I wanted a lesson in
cock and ass, I would have snuck into a human anatomy class,” I said.

“No dude,” he said. “You don’t get it.”

Before I could say another word, he plunged
his finger deep into my butt hole and I yelped from the sharp bust of pain I
felt. “This is what I want – your ass.”

So
ass
for him meant that he was a
dude who
fucked ass
. I thought about his butt and how hungry I was to
pound it, but the way Dan was coming on to me, I was clearly fucked – pun
intended. I liked the attention I was getting so I was down for getting my butt
nailed, but I still couldn’t resist toying with him.

“What makes you think I’m not into fucking
ass?” I asked as I squeezed my fingers up inside his ass crack.

He grinned. “Looks like we’ve both got our
guns out... There’s just one difference.”

“What’s that?”

“Mine’s up your butt, unlike yours.”

“I fuck dudes.” I protested.

“Sure... But you want me to
fuck you
.”

I had no dispute there.

Dan carried on and fingered me at the same
time. “You want me to throw you down onto my bed, spread you apart and stick it
to you like no other dude has done before.”

Dirty talk... I wondered how he knew my
weakness.

Hunger blasted through my gut. I was ready
for Dan to do all those dirty things to me.

“You’ll beg to get it deeper and harder,”
he whispered into my ear before he brought his lips onto my neck.

I lifted my jaw to invite him in further.

“And it still won’t be enough...” he
declared between pillow soft kisses.

I was done at that point... Done.

When I first met Dan I pegged him as a
fucker; the sort of dude who gets in and gets out pretty quickly. I learned
very quickly how wrong I was. Dan was a smooth operator; he knew how to play
the game.

My eyes were beginning to register with the
defeat I had felt earlier. He already had me but he was still intent on
stringing me along.

“You’re
cock
because you’ve been
thinking about taking my boner up your butt for the last two weeks.”

The soft whispers in my ear continued.

I had thought about nothing except his butt
and nailing his butt over the two weeks but I didn’t let him know that.

Dan planted his lips back on mine and I
soon found his tongue deep inside my mouth.

“Dude, let’s fuck,” I whispered when I was
able to get a few words in.

He fixed me with that penetrating look
again.

I had no idea what he would do next.

When he pushed me down onto the bed my
heart began to race. My butt was ready for a pounding but Dan had other ideas.

He pulled my jeans off in one simple
maneuver – skipping the button – and my underwear went along for the ride. When
he planted his hands around my waist and handled me like a stuffed animal, my
jaw just about dropped. He was all riled up and I loved every minute of it! My
butt was pinned up in the air, which gave him open access to plan his face deep
inside my buns.

His prickly stubble felt like heaven
against my crack.

His warm breath felt like a tickle.

His tongue was nice and wet and he
slithered it around my hole, daring to penetrate.

His rough hands were tightly clutched onto
my waist.

It was fucking hot.

“Eat it,” I demanded as I looked back at
him to see what he was doing. His face was pretty much lost between my fleshy
butt cheeks. It drove me wild to see Dan inside my butt, feasting on my crack
while he rubbed his hands all over my cheeks.