Summer vacation came, and I worked part-time at Walmart. I met no one interesting, and I didn’t come out to my parents. When I returned to school in the fall, I was roommates with a handsome baseball player named Don who claimed to be bi-sexual and brought guys back to the room all the time. I guess guys flock to baseball players more than they do to tennis players. My sex life was empty; Charlie had not come back, and I wasn’t meeting anyone I was interested in dating. I’d gone to a few parties, but those guys were just looking for a one-night encounter.
I did meet a few interesting guys at tennis meets, and while I texted a few of them, nothing developed. My only disappointment was that I thought some of them might be friends. I did a lot of soul searching during those days; perhaps everyone does. I thought back to Keith; I’d only seen him for a short time on that one day. Did I get hard because he was cute and he touched me and for no other reason? Charlie’s ass always made me hard even though I had no emotional interest in him. Was it just because there was the opportunity for sex? Why did no one else get me worked up?
About that time, the campus started buzzing about a couple of students who jumped off the roof of one of the taller buildings to commit suicide. As crappy as I felt, I couldn’t imagine losing hope that things would become better. I focused on my studies but kept an eye open for the guy who might be the one to take my heart. Just after spring break, my roommate told me he was taking me to a party that Friday at the Football House. I’d never been there, and honestly, I had never been inclined to go there. It was an apartment building purchased by alumni that was filled with guys on the football team. They had four parties each year for members of the sports teams, although we all knew that others showed up at these parties.
“You need to hook-up with one of the football guys. Either let him pound your ass, or you pound his. You have to get out of this funk, dude.” Don grabbed me and rubbed my head. “That’ll give you good luck.”
I’m not sure where he got the idea that rubbing his roommate’s head would give me good luck, but I smiled and agreed to go.
The evening was expected to be a nice one, so I wore short pants, tennis shoes, and a polo with the tennis team logo on it. When we arrived at the complex, Don and I took the stairs to the second level. The parking was under each apartment, so none of them were on the first floor. Most of the doors to the apartments were open, and there were a lot of people milling about.
“Find someone, and fuck him,” said Don as he headed off.
I stood at the top of the stairs wishing I hadn’t come.
“Are you looking for me?” said a moderately deep voice from behind me.
I turned to see a man in an EMT uniform. He took the last step and smiled at me. I figured he was about five-eight and weighed one-fifty. He wore a short-sleeved shirt, and his arms were muscular. The sides of his head were shaved which seemed to accentuate his straight nose and strong chin. He was, in a word, handsome.
“I guess you’re here for their party,” he added.
“Yeah, I am. I guess I wasn’t expecting this much noise.”
He nodded. His eyes locked with mine. “There won’t be as much noise inside my place.”
An invitation. An invitation from a good-looking guy. I bit my lower lip. “OK.”
He led me to the first apartment door, and we went in. My heart started to beat faster, and I felt a little nervous. OK, a bit more than a little nervous. He stood close to me after closing the door and locking it. He looked up at me again.
“You don’t look like a football player,” he said.
“Tennis.”
“Fuck. I’m so nervous,” he said. “You’re so damned hot.”
“Me?” Did he think that, or was he laying a trap? Hell, he didn’t need to lay a trap. I knew I wanted to have sex with him. “What’s your name?”
“Oh. It’s Tony.”
“Jake.”
“Shit, even your name is sexy.” He chuckled. He stepped closer and brought his lips to mine. He gently brushed our lips together.
My dick got rock hard. It wasn’t even a kiss like I’d seen in porn videos, and yet it sent shivers through me. His hand moved across my chest; his thumb knew where my nipple was, and he massaged it through my shirt.
“I’m on PrEP, but I always use a condom,” he whispered.
My doctor had started me on PrEP when she found out I was fucking Charlie. “Me, too,” I whispered back.
His hand moved south, and he grasped at my erection through my pants. “You’ve got a nice one. You’re going to make me scream, aren’t you.”
“The only things you’re going to scream is my name and for me to keep fucking you,” I said. I don’t know where that came from. Too much porn, maybe.
But he responded with a “fuck, yeah,” and began to unbutton his shirt.
I put my hand behind his head and pulled him to me again and kissed him. I pushed my tongue slightly forward, and he sucked on the tip before pushing against it with his tongue.
After pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the side, he moved his hands under my polo and pushed it over my head. He stepped back and went to a chair. He unlaced his boots and removed them, and while still sitting, he slipped out of his pants and underwear.
I kicked off my shoes and pushed my shorts and underwear down. I walked closer to him, and he grabbed me by the hips and began to lick the head of my penis. The sensation was incredible, but the warmth and wetness when he wrapped his lips around my dick and plunged it into his mouth went beyond that. It rivaled Charlie’s ass; that’s for sure. He kept sucking until my balls began to tighten. He stopped and looked up at me. “Not yet, you don’t,” he said.
He turned me so that my ass was in his face. I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart, and then he ran his tongue down my ass crack. His tongue danced along the edge of my hole. The tip tried to wedge the edges of my sphincter apart. Even when I toyed with my own hole, I’d never felt anything like it. He probed me with his finger as his tongue continued to circle the event horizon. At one point, my eyelids fluttered.
Tony pulled me into the bedroom and pushed me forward. My hands were on his dresser. I turned and saw him put on a condom and pour lube on his hand. The fingers of that hand lubricated my ass. I took a deep breath as he pressed his cock against my hole. Tony must have been an expert because the next sensation was one of being filled. There was no pain, no discomfort, just a full feeling.
As he entered he hit a spot inside me that made me gasp, “Yes. Fuck, yes.” He moved in and out of my hole and each time, I felt an incredible pleasure. While he continued to fuck me, he pulled me to him and kissed my shoulder, my neck. His tongue moved across my jawline.
“I’m gonna come.” He pulled out; I heard the condom snap as he jerked it from his dick. His cock drooled some cum onto the floor as he grunted and growled. He looked up at me. “Fuck me, now.” I could tell he was still breathing heavily. He handed me a condom. “The lube’s on the bed somewhere.”
I glanced over and saw the bottle near the pillow, and after putting the condom on, I pushed him face down on the bed. The urge to shove my dick in him was strong. I got on the bed and pushed his knees apart. Grabbing the lube, I squirted some onto his hole and some onto the condom before I pushed my dick down and into him.
I had never thrust into Charlie as hard as I did into Tony. He brought out an animal kind of lust in me that I was expressing in the frequency and amplitude of my fuck. I chewed on his shoulder as I pounded into him, and when I came, I had four full hard ejaculations. My body lay on top of his when I finished. I reached down and held the condom as I slipped my cock out of him. I knotted it and tossed it to the side.
Tony rolled over and moved up to the pillows. “Come here so I can hold you.”
I got under the covers with him and pressed my ear against his chest. I could hear his heart beating. This was a completely new experience for me. His flaccid penis pressed into my right side; his chin moved across the top of my head.
“That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long while, Jake. Can we stay like this until you’re ready to do me again?”
“You want more?” I chuckled.
“If you could fuck yourself with that dick, you’d want more, too.”
“You’re liberal with your compliments,” I told him.
“I call them as I see them,” said Tony. “You’re hot, and you’ve got a great dick.”
“I’ve never been fucked before,” I told him.
“No shit? I took your cherry?”
“Yeah. And I enjoyed it a whole helluva lot more than I thought I would.” I looked up at him and saw him smile.
“Are you going to spend the night with me? We can get a lot of fucking in before morning.”
“I’ve got a study group first thing in the morning.”
“Oh.” There was a sound of disappointment.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t fuck at least once more before I have to go. And I can come back.” I kissed him. “If you want me to.”
“If I want you to…” He got out of bed and grabbed another condom. He tore the package open and handed it to me. “Once more before you go, and when you come back tomorrow, we can use up the box.”
I laughed as my dick got hard at the prospect. Tony positioned himself by pulling his knees up while on his back; his hole was exposed. The muscle squeezed shut and relaxed making it appear to wink at me. I swear that I got harder while watching it.
Leaning in, I pushed into him and then covered his mouth with mine. This time, I was slow, but deliberate, in my motions. I penetrated him completely before pulling back and leaving only an inch inside; then I repeated the process. Tony moaned, making my tongue vibrate. I felt his cock thicken and expand as it pushed against my abdomen. I tried to maintain the same rhythm as I concentrated on the tight feeling on my dick, but I began to hump him just a little more quickly.
I was surprised when his ass clamped down on my cock and he sprayed cum over his chest and mine. The sensation changed the frequency of my fucking, and I began to move in and out more quickly before I filled the condom with my seed.
“Wow,” Tony said through heavy breathing. “I’ve never come while being fucked. Amazing. Fucking Amazing.” He leaned up and kissed me. “You should probably shower before you head back. What time do you think you’ll be here tomorrow.”
“I’d say eleven-thirty.” We went into the bathroom.
He started the shower. “I’ll pick up some fajitas for us and be here at eleven-thirty.” He kissed me again and then pushed me under the water.
Don was easy to find. He was bent over a guy on a couch in one of the apartments, and I’m pretty sure the guy he was doing was one of the quarterbacks, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. I didn’t keep up with the football team, so I wasn’t sure. As I approached, I noticed the quarterback was screwing a woman. Don smiled at me.
“I’m headed back,” I said.
He nodded but didn’t miss a stroke.
I got up the next morning to find Don asleep on the floor. I woke him and told him to get into bed before I showered and headed off to my study group. It took a little extra energy to focus; I kept thinking about Tony, and I popped boners right and left. I went to the restroom and pushed my cock down and pulled my underwear up tight, but it didn’t help.
At the end of the session, I headed over to the apartment. My heart was beating faster than usual, and I felt happy. I knew that we had just met, and we had probably had such great sex because we were both horny and attracted to one another. But the fact that he wanted me to come back and was getting lunch for us made me feel optimistic that we could be starting something special. The fact that I’d be turning twenty in the summer meant that I was still young, maybe too young, but many relationships began when people were that young and grew stronger through the years.
I walked up the steps to be greeted by a grill, and the aroma let me know that the fajitas were grilling. I leaned against the door and took another deep whiff. I knew they were going to be delicious. The door clicked open and I stepped in.
Tony was on the couch on top of and inside a woman with dark hair. He looked up. “Hey, Jake. Come over here and take a turn. I’ve been bragging about the size of your cock.”
I stood there in silence; I wasn’t sure what to do.
It must have registered on my face, because he said, “Oh.”
I turned and left. He had never really been interested in me, just the sex. I had crossed the street on my way back to campus when Tony came running up to me in bare feet and some too tight running shorts.
“Jake. Jake. Hey, man. I thought you’d be up for some fun. I didn’t realize,” he stammered.
“It’s OK. I guess my expectations were set too high,” I told him.
“Hey, that’s not fair. I didn’t ask you to pick out curtains.”
“I was expecting a date. You and me. We get to know each other, have some fun, see whether we’d be friends or fuck buddies. What I saw tells me we’re not on the same page. We’re not even in the same book.”
“Come on back; we can still have fun. She’s leaving after lunch.”
“You’re fajitas are going to burn.”
“Sheila’s taking care of them.”
“Good-bye, Tony.” I turned and walked away. The happiness I’d felt earlier drained away and left me empty. I got back to my room and grabbed a textbook. I drew a diagram to explain the difference between the heap and the stack and then began my next Assembly Language project.
Don came back about mid-afternoon; he noticed my attitude change, so I filled him in. He insisted that I go to dinner with him. I refused, and he left. He came back about thirty minutes later with a box of chicken tenders and onion rings. He spread a blanket on the floor, put the boxes in the center, and then came to my desk. He pulled me away from my work and hugged me.
“I’m not sure what you were actually expecting from him, but I know you're disappointed. I guess I don’t expect anything from the guys I fuck. They’re just horny holes to me. I think that you expect them to be people.”
“I guess I’m disappointed that he didn’t ask me whether I was interested in that sort of thing. I wasn’t expecting a relationship with him, but I was hoping. Life lesson.”
“Those sting,” said Don.
That made me laugh. They certainly did.
