Last Days of Summer: College Dudes Gone Wild (Dirtyhunk Gay Sex & Erotica Anthology) (6 page)

Curiosity took over. “Did you do legs
today?” I asked.

I remained fixated on those buns, devouring
them with my eyes as if they were breakfast. I had not eaten anything and munching
on Carlos’s butt seemed like the perfect way to quench my hunger.

Carlos grinned. “I blasted them... I can
hardly walk, dude!”

Blasting his butt was more like it. I began
to fantasize about what it would be like to put my face up in there.

God did I envy him.

Carlos had the sort of body I would have killed
for... His upper body was all decked out and his legs had ropes of muscles all
over, from top to bottom. He was one fine looking guy, which is half the reason
why I rented out my spare room to him and not the other guy who wanted it.
After all, we were not the most likely of roommates. I was a straight and
narrow thirty year old guy and Carlos was a care-free college dude in his early
twenties who spent his days working out and his nights partying. Well, at least
as far as the summer went. During school, it was the bar, workouts and classes,
but he always seemed to be relaxed just the same. He worked the bar at a night club
and racked up tons of cash through tips. Hell, he made more than I did, which
had made me question why I even bothered going to work every day. The
arrangement should have never worked out, but in the end, it was perfect. He
was the easiest and most uncomplicated roommate I ever had, not to mention, the
sexiest!

“You playing hooky today?” he asked as he
sliced a banana to shreds.

I looked at the clock. Thirty minutes had
quickly turned into forty-five. There was no way in hell that I would make it.

“I was going in to work...” I said as I
thought about what to say to my boss. I fumbled around with my cell phone as I
mentally sorted through a list of excuses that seemed viable. As I struggled to
come up with something that would save the day, I allowed myself to remain
teased by Carlos’s butt. Even though I was tormented by his meaty buns, I could
not look away. In all honesty, I should have gotten up and left. What was
really going to happen anyway? There was no way in hell that Carlos would ever
let me anywhere near his ass. Was I seriously going to trade a fleeting moment
of lust for a day or perhaps even a week of hell at work?

As I navigated the mental storm brewing in
my head Carlos wrestled with a hand-held blender that seemed to be on its last
breath.

“Take the day off!” he said as he slammed
the blender onto the counter.

I cringed as I watched my poor granite
countertop get beaten. Even though it was stone and safe from getting scratched,
it still hurt to watch.

“What’s one day, right? I say, fuck it...”
he carried on.

I choked up and then straightened my back
as I contemplated my options...
Fuck it
was right, that was for sure. I
wanted to play hooky and take his ass and
fuck it
like there was no
tomorrow!

When the blender finally roared to life,
irrational thought took over and conquered common sense. I may have been a
thirty-something guy and Carlos, a twenty-something dude, but he was right.
What was I killing myself for? I was tired of being responsible all the time. I
wasn’t sure what the rest of the day would bring, but given how I was feeling, suddenly
swept under barrels of lust, I was willing to take my chances. Perhaps I would
make a bold move and hit on Carlos, after all. The very thought made my blood
warm and my cock twitch.

“Yeah, I think I will,” I said. Even though
I still wasn’t entirely sure, I felt a rush of excitement well up inside.

As soon as Carlos was done preparing his
shake, he turned into my direction and drowned that concoction down his macho
man throat in all but a few seconds. I gazed at his crotch and his wide legs as
he flushed all that liquid protein down his throat. When he was done, I tried
to look away, but he caught me before I could stop. When he looked me dead straight
in the eye, my heart skipped a few beats.

“Kick up your heels and chill, bro. Life’s
too short. Live it up while you can, you know?”

I rolled my eyes. Of course Carlos would
say something like that.

“Yeah, if only bud...” I said and then
grabbed my bag again. Carlos’s remarks helped to snap me back into reality. I
was the responsible one... Who was I kidding? I had a career to maintain; he
didn’t have a care in the world. I had to go to work, even if I was an hour
late.

When Carlos saw me grab my bag, he asked, “You
ever do anything rash?”

I felt like I was being put on the spot. I gently
pulled the bag closer to my chest, as if it would shield me, and I replied, “Excuse
me?”

“Rash,” he said as he walked over to the
table. “Like something impulsive and exciting.”

I picked up on that vibrant cheer of his again,
like it was a scent of cologne making its appearance every so often. It was
appealing and incredibly seductive, but I knew better. He sounded so
enthusiastic and unencumbered by life’s lulls, which was expected, given his
youth, but in time he would be more like me.

I was sure of it.

Or would he?

I wasn’t the sort of guy who did
rash
,
as he put it. I did
responsible
. That was the fountain I drank from:
plain and boring. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had it all wrong.

“I dunno. I guess so,” I said.

I couldn’t think of anything irrational
that I had ever done in that moment, as hard as I tried. I could not focus well
when I was put on the spot. Like seriously: did he mean jumping off a bridge or
something?

I would never...

My heart began to palpitate and I clutched
my bag even closer to my chest, as close as I could get it. Carlos seemed
amused by my reaction and he moved in close to me, too close for comfort, in
fact. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself.

 “Yeah? Like what, bro?” he asked as he got
deeper into my bubble of personal space. He was so close that I could smell the
sporty deodorant on him. I gathered it must have been that
Axe
body
spray stuff – there was so much of it lying around our place. It smelt like
man
heaven
. It was seductive and masculine and so very inviting. What a fucking
jock he was... Even his scent was athletic.

My stomach began to stir and my cock started
to grow hard.

“Like, I dunno...” I said. “Like... Well, I
guess I would have to think about that for a second.”

He moved in even closer...

“Oh yeah?”

I didn’t say another word.

Was he seriously seducing me? I couldn’t
believe it.

Carlos gently pulled my bag away and set it
back down on the table.

“Skip work,” he said.

It almost sounded like an order.

I could not believe what was going down.
Carlos was flirting
with me
and I was over an hour late for work! A
short while before, I had decided not to go in, but that was when I thought I
would be in control and the one to do all the seducing. But now he was coming
on to me and I had no idea what to do next!

I sighed as I searched for the right words
to say but I turned up empty.

“Let’s have some fun, bro...” he said and
then he slipped past me and bent himself over the table. His buns immediately
spread apart underneath those silky mesh shorts of his and I just about died.

It was unreal

Carlos officially began to bust my balls at
that point, tormenting me with that insanely sexy backside of his, and I had no
choice but to gaze at those plump cheeks staring back at me and forget about
being responsible, even if it was for just one day.

I began to wonder: had I died and gone to
heaven?

Perhaps it was a dream... Because Carlos
had never pulled this shit on me before. What if I truly was dreaming and I
missed my alarm clock?

Whatever it was, that ass of his was ready
and waiting and I did not want the dream or moment or whatever it was to stop.

“I know you want it,” he said, sounding all
cocky and self-assured. “I’ve seen you looking at my butt.”

If only he knew just how much I wanted it!

“Fuck... Are you serious?” I asked.

Carlos looked back at me.

He was serious. Dead serious.

“Fine... Okay, I get it... You are
serious,” I said and then ran my hands through my hair. “Holy shit,” I
whispered.

I was finally going to have a taste of Carlos’s
ass.

I immediately pounced on Carlos and grabbed
his ass.

“Yeah, squeeze it, bro,” he said, teasing
me as always, once I had those firm cheeks in my hands. “Here’s your chance.”

I plastered my hands all over his butt and
ran my fingers into his crack. He still had his shorts on and my hands glided
along the slippery fabric with ease, enabling me to really feel him out. As
good as his ass felt in those shorts, what I really craved was to feel his
skin. When I yanked those shorts off, I found a pair of the smoothest butt
cheeks I had seen in a long time staring back at me. His skin was velvety soft
and his globes were firm and perfectly round.

Carlos looked back at me and grinned. “You
really dig an ass, huh?”

“Fuck yeah.”

I definitely loved a man’s backside.

I squeezed those buttery soft cheeks like
they were the first I had ever seen. When I was done doing that, I reached in
and spanked them, nice and hard. And then finally, I pulled those fucking
cheeks wide apart and found a dusty rose butt hole waiting for me. His hole was
hidden beneath a sparse amount of hair – just the right amount – and my tongue
grew wet and my hunger insatiable once I got a good look. As if on cue, my cock
turned rock hard as I anticipated what it would feel like to taste Carlos’s
butt hole and then finally, slam into it and tear it apart.

Fuck... He was a dream come true.

I needed to taste and fuck that ass – deep and
hard. But would Carlos ever let me?

When he grabbed my hand and took my middle
finger into his mouth, I decided that butt fucking was definitely a possibility.
He sucked my finger like a hungry little butt slut, drowning it into his mouth
as if it was my cock that he was sucking on. I could feel his wet tongue slithering
around the tip of my finger. The sensation was erotic and it made my cock
twitch. Given how good he was with my finger, I could only imagine how awesome his
mouth would feel wrapped around my cock.

“Stick it in,” he said once my finger was
free again.

I did not follow. Was he asking to get my
cock up his ass? God only knew that was exactly what I wanted to do... I wanted
to stick it to that damn ass that had been taunting me for longer than I cared
to remember.

But could it be that easy?

I had always assumed that Carlos was a straight
guy but with him bent over the table, begging me to stick it to him, he had
transformed into a hungry bottom and his sexuality had suddenly become questionable.
When Carlos spread those impressive butt cheeks of his, forcing his tight pink
hole into my view again, all I wanted to do was feel its softness wrapped
around my rod.

“Stick it in,” he said again, looking down
at my crotch. “Take all that frustration from work out on my hole, bro.”

He was teasing me again.

I still had my doubts about whether he
truly wanted me to fuck him. So I decided to finger him and feel out the waters
before I whipped out my cock. I sucked on the same finger Carlos had drooled
over to get it all wet again and then I slowly worked my way into that sweet
butt hole. His ass muscles immediately clamped down onto my finger, wrapping it
up in delicious, slippery warmth. As I dug in deeper, it felt like I was
kneading my finger through soft dough. The very feeling of his insides clenched
around my finger unearthed fierce hunger. I could hear my own moans as I worked
Carlos’s butt hole over.

“Fuck, your ass has been on my mind for a
long time,” I whispered softly to him as I dug my finger in and out of his rosy
butt.

Carlos turned back to face me. “I know,” he
admitted with an air of arrogance.

I loved that about him – his unapologetic
confidence. Such qualities had never been what I looked for in guys, but Carlos
wore it well.

His hole began to soften after a few
minutes and I could see that he was enjoying the attention. Carlos ate up my
finger like a hungry little bitch. As I worked him over, his butt cheeks
bounced around, which made his ass look even more inviting. The sight of his
cheeks jiggling around got me so excited that I couldn’t help but spank him
again.

“You like that?” I asked while feeling
rather shocked by the intensity I heard in my voice.

“Yeah, bro... Love it,” he admitted in
earnest.

His admission earned him another spank. “You
should have told me sooner... You know, about your secret fantasies.”