Queer

…happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy…

Jamie smiled at the family and friends as they sang to him. The cake was before him with eighteen candles burning brightly and sitting to either side, an assortment of gifts. He was a senior at Washington High, two months until graduation, and the youngest of three boys. He watched everyone clap and cheer once they finished singing, two of his friends telling him to blow out the candles.

He looked over at them, putting on his mask, smiling friendly while thinking of it again. How he wished one of them were gay. He looked around the room, at his parents, his older brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends, wondering how many suspected he was gay. Some had to have suspicions. He had overheard the rumors and the questioning of his parents and brothers.

Has Jamie ever gone out with a girl?

Jamie is different.

Jamie seems not to be as physical as Jacob and Noah.

He wanted to blow out the candles then announce to everyone he was indeed gay and see what happened. But he wouldn’t do it, for he cared how it could hurt his mom, doing something so rebelliously.

He blew out the candles, smiled at everyone as pictures were taken, wondering how long it would be before he ever got to act out on being gay.

 

You Want to Touch It

Jamie came out of Cooks General Store, drink in hand to quench his thirst. He had ridden his bicycle for twenty miles around the region. Standing next to the silver ice freezer that held bags for sale, he took one long swallow after the next. He watched Mr. Harrison drive by in his old F-250, windows down, and cigar smoke drifting out. He watched Mrs. Mitchell come out of the store with a two-liter soda in hand, heading toward her Tahoe. She started the SUV, then eased out of the gravel lot and headed north to her home. He finished the drink and walked over to the garbage can at the corner of the store. He tossed the bottle and looked up to see Eugene Harris’ old Camaro sitting about halfway down the side of the building. The driver’s window was down, and he could hear rock music playing. Then he realized Eugene was slouched down in the driver’s seat.

What is Eugene doing, he wondered, thinking of what Eugene looked like. Four years older, with dark hair slightly long, and a lean build like so many of the guys in the area. He considered how he thought of him, picturing the body dressed in old jeans and some cheap plaid shirt. And there was the friendly personality. Over the last few years, Eugene had been considered doable, then not, then doable again. It seemed to revolve around his own attitude. Was he feeling desperate or was he feeling hopeful.

About to step back around to the front of the store, Jamie saw Eugene look around with a stare he could only describe as wanting. He froze, staring back. The stare between them seemed to last such a long time, then Eugene moved his head indicating he was to approach, so Jamie moved toward the old Camaro, getting closer and closer, until he could tell Eugene was playing with himself. He could see the familiar movement of the right arm and stopped, wondering if going closer was some sort of trap to expose him.

“Hey Jamie. Why don’t you come here a minute,” said Eugene.

“You’re not going to mess with me, are you?”

“I’m not going to do anything to you.”

Jamie moved closer, slowly, cautiously, until the head of Eugene’s cock was visible. It was pointing straight up and moving with the movement of being stroked.

“What are you doing?” said Jamie.

“Just doing what guys do…you know?”

“Yeah.”

“You can come closer; I don’t care if you see me.”

Jamie moved closer until standing next to the driver’s door looking down at Eugene stroking his hard cock. It was a nice cock, thick enough to fill the hand with a round head. The hand moved on it slowly, at times working around the head. Then Jamie noticed the jeans and boxers were pushed down to mid-thigh, and Eugene was shirtless. The flat chest and stomach of the lean build, then the thick pubic hair over the cock and hairy thighs that spoke to Eugene’s masculine nature.

“Do you do it a lot?” said Eugene.

“Some,” Jamie lied, for he did it all the time.

“Is your cock as big as mine?”

“I don’t know.”

“Mine is this big.” Eugene held his cock at the base and waved it back and forth.

Jamie saw how Eugene’s cock looked bigger than his own, a nice long cock.

“You want to touch it?”

In the worst way, Jamie wanted to touch it. He leaned down, resting his hands on the windowsill and bent over until his forehead touched the top of the car.

“You can…if you want,” said Eugene.

“You won’t tell?”

“No, of course not.”

Jamie reached in and when his fingers closed over the head, Eugene released it and held his hands against his thighs. Jamie worked his fingers over the head until he felt Eugene push up through them.

“Stroke it. Stroke it like you do yours.”

Jamie slipped his fingers down the cock until the head rub across his palm. He closed his hand around it and began to stroke, feeling the hard shaft slide through his hand. Eugene put his hands on top each thigh, and Jamie noticed they would ball into fists or grab at the jeans as he stroked him. He knew to get Eugene off he had to stroke faster and faster, and he increased his pace, worked his hand up and down until nearly a blur. The cock became slick in his hand, and he smeared the slick over the head making Eugene gasp for breath and push up through his hand.

As Eugene pumped upward at the hips, Jamie worked his hand along the cock. Up and down, faster and faster. Eugene gasped and Jamie felt the cock flex in his hand, then cum roped up the chest. It flexed again and again, each time pumping cum over the stomach until the last dribbled out of the slit.

Jamie wiped his hand on the jeans as Eugene laid back with eyes closed. He stood up and looked down at the cock going flaccid and cum trickling down the chest and stomach. It made him feel his own erection confined within his shorts. He thinks about what he had done and looked around scared, afraid someone could have seen him jacking Eugene off. No one is around, and he exhaled heavily, then rushed to his bicycle where he pedals away, working his legs furiously to get away from the store and that old Camaro with Eugene Harris in it.

 

The Look

Jamie followed his father into the Chevrolet dealership, entering the parts department. His father’s truck needed a new alternator. They entered the lobby area where his father got into the line. He noticed right away that Travis Jackson was in line in front of his dad. Jamie didn’t really know Travis but had crossed paths with him over the years. He knew Travis wasn’t from the area because they were in different school systems, but Travis worked at the department store located on the north side of town out near the interstate. Jamie thought Travis was about his age, maybe a year or two older, he wasn’t sure, but he was sure about feeling an attraction toward him. Short black hair, dark skin tone, and dark brown eyes, Travis was attractive. Looking at him in line, wearing a tank top and jeans, revealing a lean muscular body only added to the attraction.

Jamie moved to a row of chairs, took out his cellphone, and sat down. Pretending to look at it, he kept looking up at Travis. The tight jeans snug around the round ass, the tank top loose around the narrow waist, and the broad muscular shoulders. He fantasized about being alone with Travis and what they could do. They cold kiss, touch each other, suck each other, and even fuck. He shifted in the chair feeling his cock stir with his arousal.

The line moved forward, Travis now the next in line waiting with his dad behind him. Travis turned and looked over at him. For that brief moment, their eyes locked together. Jamie saw the way Travis looked at him. A look he believed he knew. One of longing, or desire. A desire that was still taboo to some, but Jamie knew it was gaining more acceptance, to the point that those that refused to accept it were lashing out with more cruelty and meanness.

But he didn’t think about possible repercussions, only how it made him feel. How Travis Jackson aroused him, made him feel his masculine nature in a way no other man in the room felt when they cast a casual glance at Travis.

When Travis had the part he needed, he turned from the counter and headed toward the door. There was another look, one more sustained, and Jamie stared back wondering if they were in a different place, somewhere less public, if more than this look of longing would pass between them.

 

Mutually Beneficial

Jamie strolled out of the department store where his mother and father were shopping, heading down the mall to shop for himself. He was to buy jeans, shorts, and shirts for the fall when he finally entered college. The cash his mother gave him was tucked into the front pocket of his jeans. It felt like freedom. Cash that could buy him a new look, one less like a teenager in high school. He had the opportunity before him to buy clothes that give him a more mature look, a man on his own at college, despite in so many ways he still felt like the teenager from high school. He strolled down the mall, noticing some shops had closed, their fronts concealed behind a temporary wall painted with slogans and logos. He passed the shops catering to women, clothing, perfumes, and jewelry. He came to a clothing store catering to both sexes, and he strolled past the security poles into the music. He found himself bobbing his head to the song playing as he browsed a display of shirts. He moved to the next table where jeans were laid out, the legs hanging over the front. He looked for his size: 29 x 32.

There was movement to his left and he turned to see who was moving past him. A guy in a navy uniform. The white shirt and pants, so clean they seemed to glow. Jamie looked at the guy, sizing him up. The typical military haircut, close the scalp, and he wondered what the blonde hair would look like grown out. Straight or wavy, or maybe curly like Sam from his high school class. He looked at the heart shaped face with its strong jaw line and hooked shape nose and thin eyebrows arched over the eyes. He wanted to know the eye color, to see the guy’s face straight on. The guy came to stand at a T-shirt display with graphics of various images. The guy looked at a T-shirt, then looked over toward him. The eyes went back and forth, from one T-shirt to the next and always a look his way in between.

Jamie looked at the tall lean build, thinking the sailor was older, more mature, really a man now. He looked at the baby face when the sailor looked over again, and realized the sailor looked like him in so many ways. Still a teenager, not yet full matured into a man. Was it the uniform that made the guy look so much older?

Pretending to be interested in the T-shirts, Jamie moved to the table, standing close. He looked at the T-shirts then over at the hand touching one of them. The long fingers, the smooth skin of the arm, almost bare of any hair, an arm not unlike his own. He dared to look up and saw the sailor turn away. He reached for a T-shirt in front of the sailor and a hand touched his hand. Just a brief brush of fingers before pulling away unhurriedly.

The sailor moved to the wall and flipped through the shirts hanging on display, with an occasional look back at Jamie. Jamie moved to the wall at the next section where sweaters were displayed on angled shelves. He ran his fingers over a soft cotton turtleneck, thinking he might buy it, but not before he saw how far the sailor would go in flirting with him. He knew that was what was happening, it had to be, for the sailor stepped up next to him, right by his side, and reached out to pull the price tag from the neck opening of a sweater next to the one he was looking at. Then he felt a touch, just a graze of fingers on his waist just above his jeans, and the sailor moved away.

Jamie looked back and saw the sailor going toward the front door. A look back, one full of longing, and Jamie began to follow him, curious about where the sailor would lead him.

The sailor moved down the mall, turning down a section with more shops closed than open. The ones open were selling cheap trinkets, vacation cruises, and discounted books, but the sailor didn’t enter any of them, instead continued to the end of the mall where he finally turned right and entered a small side corridor. Jame followed him feeling his heart racing in his chest. At the entrance to the side corridor, he saw the sailor enter a side door, then noticed the Men sign hanging above it.

Jamie knew what happened in the toilets, had read it online, wondering if it could happen to him. As anxious as he felt about, tempted to turn and walk away, he took a deep breath and continued forward, telling himself he could always claim to just need to relieve himself.

The door squeaked far too loudly as he entered. The first area was lavatories in a long counter. It was awkwardly lit, one light over the mirror out. He moved past the wing wall into the next section where two urinals were on the wall followed by two stalls. There was no partition between the urinals, just the holes in the tile wall where it had been anchored, and at the one on the left stood the sailor. It was obvious the white Navy pants were undone, not just unzipped for the way they hung loose around the waist, and the right arm was moving in that familiar way.

It enticed Jamie until he no longer thought of the danger of getting caught. He moved to the other urinal undoing his jeans as he moved forward. When he stepped up to the urinal he had his cock out. At first, he stared straight ahead while tugging and manipulating it. His nervousness was too great, and nothing was happening. With head tilted down, he looked over at what the sailor had in hand. The cock curved upward, hard, and fully erect. It was darker than the rest of him, with an arrow shaped head. He lusted after it, wanted to reach over and touch it, to feel this man’s cock. He looked up realizing the sailor was tall, several inches taller than him. The sailor looked over, first at his cock, then up into his eyes.

“Let me,” said the sailor.

Jamie let go of his cock as the sailor’s hand took it. He responded immediately, feeling his cock grow thicker, longer, until fully erect. The hand stroked him slowly, pushing his arousal until he shivered from the manipulation.

“Will you do me?” said the sailor.

Jamie nodded, then reached over and took the sailor’s cock. He felt the way it filled his hand, a cock thicker than Eugene’s, and he moved his hand along its length. They fell into a steady rhythm, stroking each other, moving slowly at first until Jamie almost asked the sailor if they could do it faster. The sailor seemed to sense his need, and stroked him faster, rougher, the hand tight around his cock and Jamie mimicked him, stroked the sailor’s cock with the same furious pace.

The sailor began to pump his hips, and Jamie’s own aroused state caused him to do the same. They were close, so damn close. Jamie felt his hand become slick as he stroked the sailor’s cock, and he heard the wetness of the sailor’s hand on his own. He was breathing hard. He looked from the sailor’s cock to his own, wondering who would come first.

“Fuck; don’t stop,” exclaimed the sailor through clinched teeth.

Jamie kept stroking the sailor’s cock while the hand on his cock struggled to keep up a steady rhythm. Then the sailor’s cock swelled thick and erupted, ejaculating wad after wad into the urinal. Jamie watched it shoot each wad. He caught the scent of the sailor’s cum as it trickled down the back of the urinal. Then the looked at his own cock, thrust his hips forward through the hand, and came. He shuddered with each ejaculation, as the hand did not stop as he pumped out his load.

When finally spent he swung his hips back trying to get his cock out of the sailor’s hand.

“Please; stop.”

The sailor let go and got his Navy pants back in place as Jamie did the same with his jeans. Jamie didn’t know what to say or if anything needed to be said. He watched the sailor straighten his shirt as he stood ready to leave.

The sailor looked up and smiled, then grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him.

“Thanks.”

Then the sailor was gone, leaving Jamie standing at the two urinals breathing hard and shocked at what had happened. Then he smiled with devilish glee and headed back to the mall. As he stepped out of the toilet room, he realized the sailor’s eyes were brown and he chuckled aloud while making his way down the narrow corridor.

Back in the mall, he saw the sailor turn left. He would turn right, heading back to the store where they had met. He would buy that turtleneck sweater, because he liked its simple look and because it would remind him of his encounter with the sailor.

 

A Ride Home

Jamie leaned back resting on his hands while looking over the bonfire at his classmates, all of them now graduated from high school. They were having one big final party after the formalities of receiving their diplomas. They had cooked out, played volleyball, and once it got dark, lit the pile of wood for the bonfire. Now it was burned down, mostly embers that glowed orange amongst the white ash. He looked up at the star-filled sky, slightly distorted by the smoke rising from the dying fire.

A few had left, but most remained, something holding everyone in place. He knew some would miss high school, and some, like him, couldn’t wait to move on, but on this night most of them held tight to the moment.

Jamie looked around the fire at some of the guys, those that had been an object of his desires and some of the most lurid fantasies. Most were with a girl, but a few were sitting alone or with another guy, and those made him consider it, the possibility they would be willing if given the opportunity.

To his right, sat Taylor, one he had the largest crush on since they were fourteen-year-old kids. Taylor was a couple of inches shorter but had a more muscular build, one developed on the family farm and playing sports in school. With thick wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and the ability to grow a goatee, Taylor looked more mature, more manly than most of the other guys. And Jamie wanted him in the worst way. How often he fantasized about messing around with Taylor was something that bordered on obsession. He had never had P.E. with him, but he had seen him shirtless numerous times, at the lake for a class party and most often when Taylor was bushhogging the shoulder of the road along his family’s farm, the chest and back glistening with sweat in the summer sun.

What made Taylor such as temptation compared to the other guys was how friendly he was to him. The casual comments when passing in the hall at school or at a restaurant or store in town. Then there were the sly looks. Just a quick look or glance at different times that made Jamie wonder if there really was a chance. There had never been anything overt, but Jamie still felt like there had been missed opportunities. If only he knew how to be more aggressive, more of a flirt, like that sailor boy had been at the mall down in Mobile.

Jamie climbed to his feet, feeling a need to piss.

“Are you leaving?” asked Taylor.

“Nah, just going to take a piss.”

Taylor nodded. Jamie headed back to the barn that he had to walk through to get to the backyard and to the house. As he passed through the barn, he sensed someone behind him and turned to see Taylor following him.

“I need to go too.”

Jamie nodded once and continued on his way. As he crossed the backyard, Taylor fell in next to him.

“I understand you’re one of the ones who couldn’t graduate fast enough,” said Taylor.

“Yep. What about you?”

“I guess so, although I feel like I missed out on some stuff. You know what I mean?”

“OH yeah, I do. But I hope to make up for any regrets in college.”

“College.”

Jamie assumed Taylor was going to college in the fall too. As they neared the screen porch, he heard Taylor sigh.

“I just hope I don’t make the same mistakes I have in high school,” said Taylor.

“Well, I don’t intend to hold back.”

“Me either.”

Taylor reached for the screen door first and held it open for Jamie. They crossed the porch, and Jamie held the back door open for Taylor to enter first, giving each other a silly grin. They moved through the mudroom into the kitchen and around to the entry hall that cut through house to the small powder room tucked underneath the stairs.

“Do you need to really go?” asked Taylor.

“Yes. I’m about to wet myself,” Jamie replied jokingly.

“Me too,” said Taylor holding the door open. “Let’s just go together.”

It surprised Jamie what Taylor was suggesting, but he really needed to go, so he moved into the small room and stood to the right-of-center of the toilet. Taylor moved next to him and together they undid their jeans, not just the zipper but the button and zipper allowing them to spread the front open and push underwear below their cocks.

Jamie felt relief as he pissed into the bowl. He sighed then dared to look to his left at Taylor holding his cock and pissing with just as heavy a stream. Taylor looked over and smiled.

“Damn, I had to go.”

“Yeah…” Jamie uttered, turning his eyes back to his own cock.

Their arms pressed together as streams of piss hit the water close together. After a minute, the two of them finally finished and shook their cocks. Jamie started to pull his jeans into place when he felt Taylor press against his arm again. He looked over and saw him manipulating his cock.

“I get so horny sometimes…you know,” whispered Taylor.

“Yeah,” Jamie replied feeling his own manipulation as he mimicked Taylor while watching. Taylor’s cock stretched out, thickened, until impressive, about eight inches long in Jamie’s estimate. It stuck out ramrod straight with a wicked flared head.

“You—”

A knock on the door. “Hurry up, I need to go,” said Emily.

“Damn,” Taylor uttered under his breath as they rushed to get their jeans back in place.

Taylor opened the door and Emily smiled at him, then looked shocked to see Jamie behind him.

“We both really had to go so we just went together,” said Taylor as he passed her.

Jamie felt his face flush hot as he passed but he shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to blow it off.

 

 

Jamie sat on the old blanket wondering how he could get Taylor alone. Should he invite him over to his house for a sleep over. He saw Emily look his way and knew suggesting such a thing was juvenile and telling at the same time. But he wanted to get Taylor somewhere he could find out if there was a chance to continue what began in that tiny powder room.

“Hey Jamie,” said Taylor.

Jamie looked over seeing Taylor sitting up, leaning toward him.

“Can I get a ride home? Brian will want to take Lisa home and I rode with him and…what do you say?”

“Sure, I can take you home. It’s not far out of my way. When do you want to leave?”

“Now. I’m ready to go now. What about you?”

“Now is good. I’m tired and the fire is dying.”

Jamie saw Emily look their way as they said goodbye to everyone, and what he saw was jealousy. They came together behind their circle of friends and headed back to the barn. They strolled through it and over to the drive where his 4Runner was parked. Once on the road, Jamie lowered the volume on the radio and looked over at Taylor.

“I know you live on Woodleaf Road but not exactly where on it.”

“I’m just past the bridge over the creek on the right.”

“The white farmhouse?”

“That’s it.”

Jamie drove to Highway 25, turning right, instead of left. Woodleaf Road was about five miles away and as every mile passed, he tried to think of something to say, some suggestion that would let him get Taylor alone somewhere.

Then he felt the touch. Just a couple of fingers rubbing his thigh. He cut his eyes over to Taylor who gave nothing away, staring straight ahead as if he were doing nothing. The fingers became the hand, and it moved to the top of his thigh and rubbed back and forth along half of its length.

“Jamie,” Taylor whispered.

“Yeah?” Jamie whispered in reply.

“Have you ever thought about…have you ever considered it?”

“Yes.”

“With me?”

“Yes.”

“Can we stop somewhere?”

“Yes.”

Jamie tried to remember what was along the highway. It was mostly pine tree stands and small farms. He was too excited and nervous to think clearly. Was there a place on Woodleaf Road? He had not been down the road in years and couldn’t remember what was on it.

“Where can we go?” Jamie asked.

“Turn on Woodleaf. We can pull around the back of my uncle’s barn.”

“Okay.”

Jamie turned on Woodleaf, accelerating slowly, letting Taylor rub his thigh then grope his crotch until fingering his growing erection.

“It’s just around the curve on the left. Pull into the second drive,” said Taylor.

By the time Jamie slowed to turn into the drive, Taylor had his jeans undone and was stroking his cock. He eased around the barn and parked. As soon as he shut off the engine, Taylor leaned over the console and took his cock. He shivered at the feel of the warm mouth sliding down it. He reclined his seat and layback giving Taylor more room. With his eyes adjusted to the dark, there was enough moonlight to see Taylor’s head moving up and down on his cock. He watched as he felt it, the lips that moved on his cock, the tongue that swirled around the head, then the feel of fingers toying with his nuts as the mouth buried his cock into it. He moaned and put a hand on Taylor’s head. He let the head move freely, working the mouth up and down.

“Taylor, I’m close,” Jamie whispered.

Taylor rose up and Jamie saw the silhouette of the head looking at him.

“If I…will you, do it too?” said Taylor.

“Yes,” Jamie replied. In his head he shouted it, yelled at the top of his lungs, yes, I’ll suck you off.

The head descended and Jamie felt his cock engulfed in the mouth once again. Lips moved up and down on it, faster and faster, until he felt his need for release. He pushed upward, pumping his hips as the mouth moved on his cock. He put his hand on the head feeling the urgency of its movement. As his release built, increased to the point of no return, he pushed the head down, burying his cock in Taylor’s mouth and came. Taylor choked on the first wad, then swallowed around his cock until he was spent.

When Taylor sat up, Jamie sat up, bringing the seat back up, and he looked over at him as his own cock flexed with his still aroused state.

“Can we get out? I can open the back for I think it’ll be more comfortable than leaning over the console.”

“Sure.”

The dome light came on revealing them to each other, Jamie with his jeans undone and Taylor still dressed but groping himself. They climbed out and went to the back of the 4Runner where Jamie opened the hatch. Taylor came to stand in the opening, with his back to it, and Jamie moved up to him, groped his crotch feeling the growing erection, then he undid the jeans. He spread them open and pushed them down with the boxers until they fell around the ankles. He took Taylor in hand, stroking the growing cock, as he stared into the face, one barely visible in the moonlight.

“Is this, okay?” asked Jamie.

“Yes,” Taylor replied, then leaned forward and kissed him. It was tentative at first, then more passionate as he grew rock hard while Jamie stroked him with a slow gentle hand, not wanting to get him off yet.

Jamie felt the long cock slide through his hand, and he wanted it. He wanted to put it in his mouth as Taylor had done with his cock. He went to his knees, thinking of it as almost religious. A submission to another and he took Taylor in hand and rubbed the leaking cock over his face and across his lips. He tongued the head capturing the sweetness, then he opened his mouth and took half the cock into his mouth.

Taylor cried out and shuddered. “Jesus; don’t stop.” Jamie didn’t intend to as he worked his mouth along the cock, pushing forward until the flared head block his airway. He worked his mouth along the hard shaft and over the flared head, then tongued it until Taylor was pushing forward trying to sink it into his throat.

He slurped noisily on Taylor’s cock until drool dripped from his chin. He rubbed the wet cock across his face and dragged his tongue from base to the flared head where he would take it again, sinking every inch into his mouth. He moved his mouth to the nuts drawn up tight and while he slow stroked the cock, he tugged on each one until Taylor shuddered with the manipulation. Then he sucked the cock back into his mouth and worked lips and tongue along its length desperate for its load.

“Fuck…Jamie, take it; take it.”

The cock swelled thicker, flexed against the roof of his mouth, and blasted cum down his throat nearly choking him. He locked his lips around the spurting cock capturing every drop. As Taylor neared the end of his release, he swallowed the load, and when he pulled his mouth from it, he licked his lips and looked up wanting more. In that moment, still aroused, his own cock curved out from his crotch, he would do anything Taylor suggested.

Taylor pulled Jamie to stand and kissed him, and Jamie opened his mouth to the tongue. They let their hard cocks smack together then Taylor pulled them together, cocks rubbing against each other until pinned between them. Taylor kissed across Jamie’s face, over to the ear where he tongued its curvature then whispered softly into it with breathless desperation.

“I want to try.”

Jamie wondered what Taylor meant, then he knew as Taylor sat in the back of his 4Runner, then laid back raising legs up, holding them spread apart.

“Will you do me?” Taylor uttered.

Jamie couldn’t form the words, but he felt the desire, a primitive lust for what Taylor asked, and he moved up to the spread ass and raked his leaking cock across it, then rubbed it up and down the ass. He bore down on the tight opening, rubbed over it, then pushed against its tightness.

“Fuck,” Taylor uttered, as Jamie felt the squeeze on his cock, the head then inch after inch of the shaft sinking into Taylor’s ass. He pushed halfway into him and held still relishing the feel of the tightness holding his cock.

“You good?” asked Jamie.

“Yes,” Taylor replied, the word escaping his mouth like an exhale.

Jamie tugged outward, then pushed inward, over and over, sinking deeper and deeper until pressing against the spread ass. “You have all of it,” uttered Jamie as he built up his pace, fucked faster, working his cock through the loosened opening. He became more physical and fucked until banging against Taylor’s ass. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed off the barn and through the woods. Taylor clung to the edge of the cargo hold as cock pummeled his insides.

“Fuck…fuck me, fuck me. Faster, Jamie, faster.”

Jamie let the legs rest on his shoulders and held them as he worked his hips, hammering Taylor’s insides. He grew so aroused, so desperate for release, he did nothing to slow its arrival. He just fucked and fucked until pushed over the edge, and he shoved into Taylor’s depths and shuddered and jerked with release.

As his cock spurt the last of its load, he saw Taylor arc his back and cry out as he came again, the hand a blur on the cock. He was disappointed to see Taylor get off for he had hoped to be fucked too. But there was all summer and he hoped Taylor would want to get together again. He stepped back, letting Taylor come to his feet.

“That was nice,” said Taylor who pulled his jeans and boxers up. “We better get going.”

“Okay,” Jamie replied, pulling up his own jeans and underwear.

 

“…the best laid plans of mice and men…”

For over a week, Taylor sought Jamie out. They met in the middle of afternoons or at night, going to places that became their secret places, places they could have sex unhurriedly. They grew bolder, getting completely naked, knowing no one would come upon them. They used Taylor’s uncle’s barn, the old Mayfield house site that sat off the road and had been abandoned for years, or down on Moccasin Creek at the abandoned logging camp. Each time was a repeat of that first time. They sucked each other off, then Taylor got Jamie to fuck him until he came again. Jamie wanted Taylor to fuck him, but was afraid to ask, afraid to mess things up. He loved being on top, being the one fucking, watching his cock sink into that ass over and over, but he wanted more. He wanted to experience being fucked for himself. But he took what Taylor gave him and relished every moment they had together.

Then Taylor stopped replying to his texts and calls went to voicemail. After two days, desperate to see him, Jamie drove to his home. It was midafternoon and he wondered if anyone was home because the house looked dark and there was no one stirring about outside. He pulled to the front instead of swinging around back like he had done to drop Taylor off. It seemed more formal, less intrusive, and he eased up the steps onto the porch. There were chairs positioned across it, and he wondered if they ever used them since they were pristine, not a mare in their white paint.

He rang the doorbell and stepped back waiting. He heard footsteps approach the door until he could see the blurred image of someone through the decorative glass in it. The latch was released and the door swung open to reveal Taylor’s mother. She looked grim, not pleased at all to see Jamie on her front porch.

“He’s not here.”

“He’s not? When will he—”

“Not for some time. He entered the Army yesterday. Didn’t he tell you?”

“No.”

“Well, he did and I’m glad he got away. I hope the Army straightens him out.”

Jamie heard the tone and realized she knew Taylor was gay and they had been messing around. He could see the judgement in her stare.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have things to do,” and the door closed without waiting for him to reply.

 

 

Jamie drove home shocked at how Taylor’s mother responded to him and at the news Taylor was gone, enlisted in the Army and just gone. He had believed Taylor was going to college but on thinking back, he realized not once did Taylor say he was going to college, instead he had always been a bit aloof about his plans when Jamie or someone else had mentioned their enrollment into a college.

He wanted to be upset about it, angry with Taylor, but as he drove toward his home, he thought about the way Taylor’s mother reacted to him. It must have been hard on Taylor, harder than it was for himself. He worried about how parents would react if they knew, but he didn’t really think it would be anything that would destroy his relationship with them. For Taylor, he wasn’t sure that would be the case.

That night, thinking about Taylor in the Army, he remembered all the stories he read about gay guys in the military, how they hooked up with others, and he rolled to his back and smiled. Taylor’s mother may have thought the Army would straighten him out, but he knew no such thing was going to happen. Taylor would meet other men, men who were like him, and who knew, maybe even find the one in which to settle down. He smiled at the thought of it, laughed aloud at the idea of Taylor coming home for Christmas with a boyfriend in tow.

 

Come Again

Jamie pedaled up the slope after crossing Mill Spring Creek. He was sweating after riding for nearly eighteen miles, and he knew he had less than a mile to go to his destination. At the top of the plateau was his uncle’s place. With his uncle overseas on vacation, he had agreed to ride over and check on the place a couple of times.

The ranch house came into view, and he stood on the pedals and coasted onto the gravel drive, letting the wind blow his open shirt behind him and evaporate the sweat from his skin. He swung right, and eased past the house, swinging around in the back drive and looking to see if anything had been disturbed. He made a couple of circles in the drive looking across the back of the house and at the front of the barn. All the doors were still secured. He started for the highway but decided to take a break. It had been two weeks since he found out Taylor was gone, and he still felt a bit melancholy about it. Or maybe he was just horny and the one guy who had been available and willing was gone. He hoped Taylor had some big stud fucking the shit out of him just because of what it would mean to Taylor’s mother. Instead of turning right toward the highway, he turned left, going past the barn, following the lane that cut down the middle of the old pasture, not grazed since his grandfather had cows on the place, around the field with soybeans chest high, down to the woods along the back of the property. There was a pond down in the hollow, one he had not been to in years. His uncle didn’t keep it mowed and let it go, not caring about fishing in it.

As he rode the narrow lane, keeping to one wheel rut, he realized his uncle had run the bushhog over the grass before leaving. He followed the lane, cutting through the woods until he came out at the pond. It was as he remembered, trees on three sides and open on the east side to a pasture, but he realized that pasture didn’t belong to his uncle but to the property that was accessed from Heron Lane, one of the last dirt roads in the county that ran to the south.

Jamie leaned his bike against a tree and tossed his shirt over the handlebars. He stepped out into the sun and felt how it warmed his skin. He looked up into the sky then over the pond. He raked a hand down his sweaty chest, then made his way to the pond, keeping his eyes on the ground looking for snakes. At the water’s edge, he saw small fish schooled at the edge of the grass and out in the middle a few dark heads he knew to be turtles slowly drifting across it.

He made his way around the pond while thinking of Taylor, the sailor from the mall, then Eugene, sitting in that old Camaro with his pants pushed down stroking a hard cock. It made his cock stir to think of it and he shifted his cock within his shorts. He was tempted to jack off, just move up away from the water’s edge, drop his shorts and do it. Take things in hand as it where and shoot a load across the ground.

He looked up at the fence along the property line with the pasture, and how it overlooked the pond, worried if he were to do it, some farmer would come along and catch him and when his uncle returned, the farmer would inform him of his nephew’s lewd behavior.  

He walked to the east side of the pond and climbed up the slope until standing at the barbwire fence. The pasture looked ninety acres in size, and it ran from where he stood back to the south, away from his uncle’s place, and to a farm place that no doubt sat on Heron Lane. Then he noticed someone on horseback, moving across the pasture. The rider was wearing a hat that shadowed the face, but the distance was too great to make them out either way. Jamie could see the rider was shirtless, wearing just a pair of jeans and boots, the upper body glistening in the sunlight.

He stood at the fence watching him and when the rider was about a hundred yards away, the rider waved and he waved back, wondering who the guy was, for he didn’t know who lived on Heron Lane. The rider turned heading his way, and he rested his arms on a post with one foot on the lower strand of wire, watching their approach.

As the rider drew near, Jamie realized it looked like Eugene Harris. He stepped back from the fence as the rider came closer and closer, until Jamie knew it was Eugene. He saw him smile and tilt the hat back.

“Well, goddamn, what are you doing here?” said Eugene.

“I’m just checking my uncle’s place.”

“Frank is your uncle?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be damn. What are you doing here at the pond? You’re not trying to fish in it, are you?”

“No. I was just looking around.”

“That’s good, for there isn’t anything in it of any size. Just small fuckers that will steal your bait,” said Eugene coming up to the fence and dismounting. He looped the reins around a post and climbed over. Jamie stepped back giving him room to step down.

Eugene took off his hat and wiped his brow with a forearm, and Jamie got the measure of him. Six feet tall, at least and the lean build looked more muscular, like a runner. The jeans hung low on the waist, so low underwear should have been evident, and Jamie wondered if Eugene had any on.

“It’s a hot one. Did you ride that bike over here?” said Eugene, walking down the slope toward the pond.

“Yes,” Jamie replied following him.

“You live over on Woodleaf down below Highway 25?”

“That’s right.”

“That’s like…what is it? Fifteen miles?”

“Eighteen.”

“On a mountain bike; that’s impressive,” said Eugene, stopping about fifteen feet above the water’s edge.

Jamie came up next to him and he looked at the gap of the jeans around the waist, wondering how far down in them he could see if he could just lean over a bit more.

“You just hanging out by the pond,” said Eugene.

“Yeah.”

Eugene sat down in the roughly cut grass, still over four inches high, and Jamie sat down next to him wondering if Eugene would want to mess around again. Should he try something? Maybe reach over like Taylor had done and touch the thigh.

“It is a nice little pond,” said Eugene, getting back to his feet and walking down closer to the water. “Real nice little pond.

Jamie stared at the back, seeing the tattoo on the right shoulder, a bull kicking up in the air with its head down, then he noticed the jeans loosen around the waist. The right arm moved in a familiar manner, and he knew Eugene was manipulating his cock.

“You remember what we did a while back?” said Eugene.

“Yes.”

“That was fun. I really enjoyed it. Did you?”

“Yes.”

Eugene turned around and the first thing Jamie noticed was the half hard cock, then he noticed the spread open jeans not only revealed the cock but also Eugene was in fact going commando; no underwear.

“Do you want to do something now?” said Eugene.

Jamie saw him walk up the slope toward him and he got on his knees and absentmindedly ran a hand down his chest and stomach as Eugene came to stand in front of him. He reached out and grabbed the jeans on each side and pulled Eugene to step closer as he lowered his head perfectly to capture the cock in his mouth.

“Fuck; that is what I’m talking about,” said Eugene.

Jamie pulled the jeans down as far as he could while working his mouth on the hardening cock. He sucked and tongued and moved lips along it until it stuck straight out fully erect. He held the base in a tight grip and sucked and tongued the head, he leaned down and took the low hanging nuts in his mouth and tugged on the bastards until Eugene was shuddering.

“Fuck, fuck, stop, you devil,” Eugene cried out with his own devilish tone.

Jamie took the cock back into his mouth and sucked to make Eugene come. He wanted it and had no patience to draw it out. He held the round ass and guided Eugene to fuck his mouth, to work that cock over his tongue and into his throat. When Eugene held his head and fucked his mouth, he took out his own cock and stroked it until erect. He felt the heat of the sun on his back and ass. He felt sweat trickle down his face and torso, and drool drip off his chin. And he felt the hands grab him by the hair as Eugene fucked faster and faster. Then he choked as the first wad hit the back of his throat, then he let the rest of Eugene’s load fill his mouth.

Jamie swallowed and when Eugene let go of his hair, he pulled back, took the still hard cock in hand and squeezed out the last of the cum, licking it from the slit.

“You nasty fuck,” said Eugene as he shivered with the feel of the tongue.

Jamie thought that would be it. Eugene got his blow job and would probably leave. But he wanted him to stay long enough to watch him get off. he sat on his heels, and masturbated with an urgency, his hand moving furiously on his cock. Eugene stood still, watching him, which aroused him, making him want to get off. He leaned back, spread his knees, and kept his stroking until his hand and cock were slick, all for Eugene’s eyes.

“You want to see me get off?”

“Yes, let me see you shoot.”

Jamie felt his masculinity, his sexual nature, a man who sought physical intimacy with another man. He worked his hips while stroking his cock. Then he felt his approaching release. He grunted and moaned, and pushed his cock up through his fist. He felt his entire body tense, his cock flex in his hand, then erupt with his release. Cum roped across his face, rained down on his chest, then stomach. After five or six ejaculations, cum just dribbled out of his cock as he stroked it until spent.

Eugene stared at him as he smeared the cum down his chest and stomach, then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking it off. He raked up more with his fingers and licked that off, then he rose on his knees and looked up at Eugene with cum on his face.

“Will you clean off my face?”

Eugene looked hesitant, then he leaned down and dragged his tongue across Jamie’s face until he had gotten all of it.

Eugene was still hard, and Jamie reached out for it, but Eugene moved, grabbed him under the arms, lifting him to his feet. A foot was planted on his shorts and boxers around his ankles and Eugene lifted him out of them and set him back down, naked and hard.

“I want to fuck you,” Eugene uttered.

“Okay,” Jamie replied, letting Eugene guide him back down on the ground on his hands and knees. He held his head down, looking back between his legs. He saw Eugene drop to the knees and move up to his ass. A hand kneaded one cheek then the other. Both hands spread them, and Jamie felt a finger rub over his opening. He moaned and pushed back against it, then grunted when it penetrated him.

“Damn, your tight.”

And virgin, Jamie thought as the finger worked his opening, loosening it. Then two fingers bore into his depths, then three. They twisted and pumped through the tightness until he loosened around them.

He looked at his own cock, rock hard and hovering parallel with his stomach. His nuts were drawn up tight again and his heart raced his chest. Cock touched him, pressed against his tightness, then he stretched to take it. Slowly, gently, Eugene penetrated him, pushing deeper and deeper into his depths. He shuddered and moaned and watched his own cock drool with his arousal.

“Fuck,” Jamie uttered.

Eugene held his waist and began to fuck. There was a tug outward, then a push inward, over and over, getting deeper and deeper until hips pressed against his ass. Then Eugene increased his pace, fucked faster, getting more physical until hips banged against Jamie’s ass and cock hammered his insides. Eugene slid a hand up Jamie’s sweat slick back and grabbed him by the hair. He tugged the head up and back while fucking the ass.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder,” Jamie pleaded.

Jamie took his own cock in hand and stroked it with a furious pace, matching Eugene’s fuck. The sound of hips banging against ass, Jamie’s moans and grunts and urgent pleadings, and Eugene’s obscenity laced cries echoed in the low place around the pond.

Eugene slowed, grinding hips against Jamie’s ass. He lay on Jamie’s back, trapping the heat of their sweating bodies between them, and moved slickly over him while slow fucking the ass. It allowed Jamie to feel every inch move inside him. He felt the fullness of penetration, and it aroused him until he wanted to come.

“I’m going to come,” Jamie uttered.

“Do it, do it while I fuck you,” Eugene replied.

Jamie stroked his cock while Eugene buried cock in his ass. He shuddered and shivered, bucked against Eugene, then sprayed the ground with his second load. Eugene nipped at the skin of his right shoulder, shoved into his depths, and shuddered with his own release as Jamie’s ass spasm around the cock jamming into his depths.

 

 

Jamie stood at the fence watching Eugene ride back toward his home. He wondered how Eugene viewed their sex for he wondered if Eugene was gay, bi-sexual, or just horny enough to be willing. He thought of the look Eugene gave him when he asked him to lick cum from his face. But Eugene had done it. Was Eugene afraid he would have ended their sex if he hadn’t done as asked? As the tall lanky guy rode away, adjusting the hat on his head, Jamie realized it didn’t matter what Eugene was or why he did it. He was just glad he had arrived at the pond willing.

It was getting late, and Jamie rushed to his bike, slipped his shirt on leaving it unbuttoned, and climbed on his bike. As he rode back to the highway, he knew he would not seek out Eugene again. He had gotten what he wanted from him and was ready to move on.

 

Roadside Assistance

As the days passed, Jamie rode his bicycle further and further, expending the energy needed to ease his horniness. It seemed as if he was aroused all the time. It didn’t help he relived every sexual encounter to date, over and over, until he had to jack off. And he grew bolder in his expression of himself. Openly watched other boys until they turned away. He flirted with a guy at a restaurant coming back from shopping in Mobile. He watched porn online, jacking off two or three times. And he began to dress differently. T-shirts that fit tight. Shirts with one or two buttons undone letting the neck spread open revealing a bit more flesh. He wore tight jeans, sometimes going commando, hoping a guy would see how his cock was visible. And for his bicycle rides, he got the skintight shorts in light colors: yellow, pale blue, even a pair in white. He got bike jerseys that were tank tops with narrow straps and low cutout revealing the shoulders and upper body.

It was in the white shorts and jersey that Jamie wore when he headed out on a Sunday morning right after his parents left for church. He rode to Highway 25 and started to turn right like he did for most rides, but he decided at the last minute to go left, toward the next county. He pedaled with ease, feeling his increased strength and stamina from riding more often. He made his way along the two-lane highway, down long grades, across bridges, then up the long grades on the other side, rising to the next hilltop. He rode at a steady pace, his body settling into a rhythm. He sweated until the jersey stuck to his chest.

He coasted down the hill at the creek along the county line, then stood on the pedals making his way up the other side. He came to a long flat straight, and he leaned into it, set up a fast pace, wondering how fast he could make it to the woods on the horizon.

As he drew near the woods, he was surprised to find there was no traffic on the road. Not one car or truck, not one pulpwood truck, nothing but wide-open road. At the woods, the road curved hard left, then right, a long sweeping curve that seemed to go for a mile. When the road straightened out, pine still lined both sides of the road. He slowed his pace, sitting up and holding the handlebars with one hand. He felt the warm wind on his face and the heat of his own body. And he felt his cock, how it stirred and stretched out a bit.

As he rode along the road, he saw someone stand up in the tall grass and weeds on the shoulder. As he drew near, the guy picked up a bicycle and pushed it to the edge of the road. He slowed to a stop near the guy, while sizing him up.

“Do you have a problem?” said Jamie, as he looked at the short black hair, the fair white skin, and muscular body. The guy turned to him, and he saw the attractive face, rosy cheeks on a boyishly young-looking face. Then he recognized him, a baseball player on a rival team, one from a school a few miles away. A guy is his own age. He looked into the brown eyes and tried to compose himself before speaking again, afraid of stammering like a fool.

“I’ve got a flat and no patch kit with me,” the guy replied.

“You went to Madison High,” said Jamie without thinking.

“I did.”

“I went to Faulkner.”

The guy smiled, shaking his head. “Our rival,” he replied.

“But we’re graduated and ready for college, right?”

“Yep.”

“I’m Jamie.”

“Ricky.”

“Ricky,” Jamie repeated, looking at the muscular body evident in the T-shirt and cargo shorts. “I just happen to have my kit with me.”

“Seriously? That is great. I had this horror of having to push my bike five miles back to the Green’s Store to call someone to come get me.”

“Where can we fix it. This shoulder is grown up.”

“There’s an old barn against the edge of the woods,” said Ricky, pointing up the road to where the right side that opened to a field.

“In the edge of that field?”

“Yep.”

“Well, let’s go,” Jamie replied, climbing off his bicycle so he could walk alongside Ricky. They moved along the road, side by side, keeping a watch out for cars.

“Where are you going to college?” said Jamie.

“Georgia.”

“Really. That will be out of state tuition.”

“I got a scholarship.”

“Nice.”

They walked along in silence for a while. Jamie would glance over at Ricky, lusting after the guy, wanting something to happen. At times, he had hope, for he caught Ricky looking at him, most often the eyes looking down, no doubt at his cock plainly visible within the white biking shorts. He wondered how it made Ricky feel when looking at his cock. Desire or lust. Curiosity about another guy with the harmless checking them out. Or maybe it was a degree of disgust. That he would expose himself so blatantly. Was there any hope Ricky would be looking at him the way he looked at him. How he wanted to feel the smooth firm skin. To run a hand over the head feeling the short hair rake across the palm. To slip a hand down in the loose shorts and feel the pubic hair then the cock, to toy with it and the loose sac below. It aroused him to think of it, made his cock stir again, and he glanced over at Ricky as he felt it flex and stretch out. Ricky was looking, then quickly turned back to looking up the road.

They came to the field and Jamie saw the barn in question. It was small, just a central section walled in along each side, open at the front and back with an old Chevy truck parked in it. The grill was busted out and the bumper bent, and it appeared to be faded with some rust. To the side facing the field, a lean to with an old breaking plow sitting on the ground with weeds growing up around it.

“This is it,” said Ricky.

“It’s not much of a barn is it.”

“When cows were kept in the pasture, it was used for a water tank a tractor could pull around to the watering troughs.”

“And now it holds an old Chevy truck.”

“Yep. It was my great-grandfather’s. Dad keeps threatening to dispose of it but never does.”

“So, this is your family’s place?”

“Yes, but as you can see, we don’t do much with it. The ground is too sandy and barely grows grass. Come on, help me with this flat.”

Jamie followed Ricky around the barn and to the back of the old truck. The barn was deeper than the truck was long, so they were under the roof ten to twelve feet, out of the hot sun and for Jamie, out of sight of anyone who came by. He watched Ricky lower the tailgate, set the patch kit on it, then loosen the front wheel slipping it off the fork. He leaned the bike against the wall and set the wheel on the tailgate, slowly rotating it looking for what punctured it.

“Damn, look at this,” said Ricky.

Jamie moved next to him, close, and bent over to look where Ricky was pointing. A short section of copper wire was sticking out of the tire.

“A piece of wire? How in the hell did that puncture the tire?”

“I don’t know, but this is second time I’ve had a tire puncture this way.”

“I just pick up the good ole roof tack or finishing nail.”

“Those are easier to find,” said Ricky as he began to slip the tire from the wheel.

Jamie turned and sat on the tailgate. He saw the eyes glance at him then focus on the tire. He leaned back resting on his hands, stretching out his torso and saw his cock bulge was more noticeable, very noticeable with his partially aroused state. And Ricky kept looking.

“Baseball gave you a nice build. I wish I had muscle like you,” said Jamie.

“I worked my ass off for the team, so this is the reward for it. You just need to hit the weights and keep to a routine.”

“I don’t know. I’ll probably always be skinny.”

“You’re not skinny…I mean, you have a lean build, and I know some guys who would kill for it.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I know I do get hit on from time to time. Probably not like you do.”

“I don’t know…maybe.”

“You got a girlfriend?”

“No. I just…”

The eyes looked at his cock and Jamie reached down and adjusted it, worked it around until it pointed up, the head close to the waistband, while he watched Ricky stare. Ricky turned back to the tire, fumbled around with it, dropping it once, then finally got the air pump hooked on it. Jamie watched the hand pump the tire up thinking it would feel nice on his cock pumping him like it did that pump.

Ricky slipped the tire back on his bike and when he turned around, he froze with eyes locked on the head of Jamie’s cock that was sticking out above the waistband.

“Damn, I’m horny. You ever get so horny you can’t control it?” said Jamie

“Yeah,” Ricky whispered.

“Are you horny now?”

“Yes.”

“Really? Can I see it?”

Ricky didn’t take his eyes off Jamie’s cock as he raised his T-shirt and grabbed the front of his shorts holding his hard cock that was now visible, stretched out to the left.

“That’s a real nice cock, Ricky.”

“Your cock is nice too.”

“You want to see it?” said Jamie flexing his cock getting it stretch out another inch in length, exposing more of it to Ricky’s eyes. “Come on, you can take it out,” he whispered.

Ricky moved next to him and reached out, rubbing the head of his cock. Ricky tried to get his hand into the shorts, but they were too tight. He moved over and between Jamie’s legs, taking the waistband of the white shorts and briefs underneath and tugged down. Jamie lifted his ass letting them slide down. Ricky didn’t stop when he had them mid-thigh, instead he worked them down each leg and off. Jamie sat up and pulled off the tank top, tossing it on top of the shorts, then leaned back on his hands, naked, cock hardening before Ricky’s stare.

“Ricky…touch me.”

Ricky looked Jamie in the eye, nodded his head, then took the hardening cock in hand. He stroked it, working his hand along the elongating length. Jamie hardened, and soon Ricky was stroking his full erection.

Ricky looked up at him with pleading eyes. It looked like he wanted Jamie’s permission to go further.

“Go on, Ricky, you can do it,” said Jamie.

Ricky leaned over pressing lips to Jamie’s stomach. He kissed his way downward, through pubic hair, around the base of the cock, over the tighten sac, then along the cock until kissing the head of it.

“Go on, Ricky, put it in your mouth.”

“Will you do it too?” said Ricky, his mouth hovering over the head of the cock.

“Hell, yes. Now take me in your mouth and lose the shorts.”

Jamie moaned and shivered as the wet mouth descended down his cock. Halfway, then back up to the head. Over halfway and back to the head. Over and over, Ricky took more and more of it until finally taking every inch and burying his nose in Jamie’s pubic hair.

“Fuck that feels good,” said Jamie.

Ricky moved his mouth on the cock, up and down. Jamie watched him, then noticed Ricky undoing his shorts letting them fall down the muscular legs. The boxers followed and Ricky’s cock curved up from the groin, the head and shaft having a red skin tone. Jamie leaned up and pulled Ricky’s T-shirt up until pinned beneath the arms, and Ricky raised up and let him pull it off, leaving the two of them naked.

“Jesus, you got a nice body,” said Jamie as Ricky took his cock again. The mouth moved up and down, fast, slow, and one time holding just the head making Jamie squirm and shudder. “Tug on my nuts,” Jamie uttered. A hand slipped between his thighs and struggled to get fingers around the tightened sac, but eventually they were tugging down on the two nuts until Jamie shivered and tried to push upward. “Fuck, that its…you’re going to make me cum.”

The mouth moved on his cock, up and down, faster and faster, and Jamie could no longer hold back. He lay back, closed his eyes, and came into Ricky’s mouth. He shuddered and jerked as Ricky swallowed and sucked harder on his spurting cock.

Then he was spent, and Ricky stood between his legs. He pushed him to step back and slipped off the tailgate to his knees. He pressed his nose in the sparse black pubic hair and inhaled Ricky’s scent. He licked at the skin, kissed it, then moved to the cock, curved upward with a wide flared head, and he took it in his mouth pushing forward until he had most of it. Ricky cried out while shuddering, then moaned as Jamie began to move on his cock.

“Jesus, you feel good,” said Ricky.

Jamie rubbed his hands along the smooth legs, then he slipped a hand between them and took the loose sac. As he tugged down on it, he rubbed the chest with his other hand and sucked the cock. He worked his mouth along the curvature of it while rubbing a hand over the two hard nipples and tugging on the nut sac.

“Fuck, I’m close,” exclaimed Ricky.

Jamie used both hands to rub the chest until focusing on the nipples. He sank his mouth on the cock and twisted them. Ricky cried out and tried to shove deeper into his mouth, then he filled it with cum.

 

Jamie rose to his feet seeing Ricky was still as hard as he, and he sat on the tailgate, brought his feet up and on the edge of it, knees spread wide apart. “You ever fuck a guy in the ass?”

“No.”

“You want to?”

Ricky moved up close stroking his cock. He hesitated, then moved closer until Jamie felt the cock touch his ass. Ricky rubbed it up and down then pressed against his opening.

“Do it, Ricky, put that thing in me.”

Jamie felt the insistent push, and he threw his head back and cried out as he stretched to take the wide flared head, then inch after thick inch of the cock. He lay back as Ricky pushed into his depths. For a brief time, Ricky held still, then he began to fuck. Slowly at first, letting the two of them feel every inch slipping through the tight opening, then faster and faster, until Jamie was arcing his back pushing his ass down on Ricky’s cock.

“Fuck me, fuck me harder.”

Ricky’s hips banged against his ass and fucked him faster, rougher, until the truck squeaked on its suspension. Far too soon, Ricky shoved into his depths and shuddered with release.

When Ricky slipped out of his ass, Jamie got on his feet. His cock was rock hard, and he took it in hand wondering if Ricky would watch while he got off. He stroked his cock while looking at Ricky’s body, the muscular chest, the flat stomach, the cock that was half hard and dripping. Then he watched Ricky turn and bend over. Hands reached back and spread the ass cheeks wide apart.

“Do me,” said Ricky, looking over his right shoulder.

Jamie moved up to the spread ass and he sank a finger into it. He didn’t tease it or play around, but he worked that finger through that tightness. Then he sank another finger into the ass, then another, working the hole loose.

“You want me to fuck you?” said Jamie.

“Yes. Please. Fuck me.”

Jamie put his cock to the hole and smacked the right ass cheek as he sank half his cock into him. He ran a hand up the muscular back feeling the shivering within the body. He pushed deeper, pushing until pressed against the ass.

“You got all of me.”

“Fuck,” Ricky uttered.

Jamie held the waist and began to fuck. He fucked slowly, gently, until Ricky was pushing back on his cock. He tightened his hold on the waist and increased his pace, fucking harder, faster, until banging against the ass. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the small barn. Ricky became vocal, uttering obscenities as he begged Jamie to fuck him, fuck him hard.

With cock buried in the ass, Jamie turned Ricky until he could rest chest and head on the tailgate and truck bed, and he kicked the legs apart and fucked. Fucked hard, as Ricky begged him to keep going.

Sweat trickled down his chest and back, and he gasped for breath, but he didn’t slow. He hammered Ricky’s ass, fucked until he felt like he would have a heart attack. Then he shoved into that smooth white ass and filled with it with cum.

A few minutes later, the two of them dressed, they started pushing their bicycles back to the highway. Halfway to the road, Ricky turned his bike in front of Jamie’s, making him stop.

“Can we get together again before you leave?”

Jamie thought about the dinner party the next night, then the four days at the beach that he and three of his friends were going to do before they left for different colleges, knowing they would return leaving him only two days before leaving for college.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to the beach with some friends and mom has plans for the days I’m home.”

Ricky shook his head and chuckled. “You were just a few miles away and we don’t meet until we are ready to leave. Just my luck.”

“I’m sure you will have no problem meeting guys in college.”

“I just have to stop worrying about what others think.”

“Just say fuck ‘em and do what you want.”

Ricky laughed, then moved his bike out of the way. “You’re right. Let’s go, for mom will be wondering where I’m at.”

On the highway, one pointed east, the other west, they straddled their bikes. Ricky looked back until he had Jamie’s attention.

“Look me up when you come home for the holidays. We can trade notes.”

Jamie smiled, nodding his head. “The diner in that town of yours, the Saturday a week before Christmas. Noon for lunch.”

“I’ll see you there.”

They got their right foot on the pedal and at the same time took off, each heading to their home. It would be dark by the time Jamie pulled up to the back porch. He stowed his bike and entered the back door smelling dinner being cooked.

“Go get cleaned up. We’ll be ready to eat when you come out,” said his mom.

 

White Sands Paradise

Jamie sat in the back seat listening to Nathan argue with Ian, who was driving. Everett had to bale on them, coming down with a stomach virus the night before, making it just the three of them headed to Fort Walton Beach. They were in Ian’s Accord because it was the best on gas. They had just crossed the state line into Florida and had only about an hour’s drive before arriving at the condo owned by Nathan’s family.

“We should pick up some girls and bring them back to the condo,” said Ian.

“We can bring girls back, but no parties. I’m not cleaning a huge mess or explaining to my parents why some things got destroyed,” said Nathan.

“But it’ll be girls. What damage can they do?”

Jamie scoffed, louder than he meant to.

“You agree, they could wreck the place like guys can if there are too many of them and they are drunk,” said Nathan, looking in the rearview mirror.

“I think we should find parties to go to and not try to have one ourselves,” said Jamie.

“Yeah, we could crash some rocking party and—” said Ian until interrupted.

“We’re not crashing some party,” said Nathan.

“But if we get invited…”

“Then we go and have fun.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jamie added, sliding down in the back seat and closing his eyes.

 

 

For two days they hung out on the beach, walked around the small business district, checked out different restaurants, and went to a movie late one night, bored with sitting in the room watching television as they had done the night before.

The next morning, Ian and Nathan went down to the beach while Jamie made an excuse to stay behind. As soon as he saw them cross the road heading to the beach, he slipped on his sandals and headed out. He went down to the pool of the next-door hotel, hoping no one noticed he wasn’t a guest. He moved around the pool deck until two lounge chairs away from his target. With eyes concealed behind shades, he stared at the muscular man sitting alone. He had spied him the day before, noticing how the man rebuffed every woman who approached him. Up close he saw the man looked older than he first guess, appearing to be early thirties.

Jamie slipped off his shirt, then pulled down his shorts revealing a yellow bikini he had put on in the bathroom, not letting the guys see it. He laid out his towel and eased down it, adjust the bikini hoping the man was watching. He lay back and waited, wondering if he was wasting his time. He knew the guy might not give him the time of day, but he was determined to find out. He looked over the pool seeing two young women look his way and he worried they would come over to hit on him, then he saw a young guy, may be his age staring too.

There might be an option to his target, he thought, but he turned his head slightly, just enough that when he cut his eyes over, he could see the man’s profile lounging nearby.

The sun was hot, and his skin beaded up sweat. Jamie hoped the sun block was strong enough for the sweating and the sun’s intensity could overpower it. He shifted and turned his head toward the guy pretending to be napping. He looked at the muscular body, the hairy chest, the five o’clock shadow covering the lower part of the face, and the hair cut short on the side but long enough on top to comb to one side. The swim trunks the man wore concealed what was within, but it didn’t matter, for Jamie felt his arousal grow as he fantasized about the man, daydreamed up one scenario after the next, each more lurid than the last. He felt his cock stir, not caring who saw it stretch out some within the small bikini.

The man looked his way. Then he looked again, shades concealing where he was looking but Jamie was sure it was his bikini. Yes, look at me. You know you want this; he thought feeling his cock flex and stretch out some more. He looked down his sweaty chest and over his flat stomach seeing his cock was stretched out to the side, pointing toward his target.

The man got up and slipped into the pool, staying next to the side with arms resting on the coping. Jamie knew this was his chance. He climbed to his feet and went to the edge of the pool and eased down in it, slowly letting the water rise up his legs, over his bikini, then up his stomach and chest. Like the man, he propped himself up on the coping and pretended to look across the pool, but he kept cutting his eyes over the man not five feet away.

“Are you on summer break?”

Jamie turned to the voice seeing the man was closer. “Yes. I head to college early next week.”

“Must be nice to have the summer off and just relax and have fun.”

Jamie heard the tone, one of someone not in a good mood. “Yes but aren’t you on vacation. You know, here to have fun.”

The guy chuckled without humor. “I’m trying.”

“What seems to be the problem?”

“My divorce was finalized last week, so my cheating wife is free to fuck around.”

“I see, but aren’t you free to do the same?”

“Huh.”

“You know, fuck around.”

The guy smiled. “I guess, but I’ve looked at the women around this pool for the last three days and keep seeing someone like my wife.”

“Wow, that will make fucking around difficult.”

“Yeah, it has so far.”

“What about something different?”

“Different?”

“You know, fuck around with a guy.”

The man scoffed but it sounded halfhearted, and Jamie felt hopeful he could be the man’s break-up-with-the-cheating-wife sex.

“Is that out of the question?” said Jamie.

“I never—”

“There’s a first time for everything and I guarantee you will not think of that ex.”’

The guy laughed for the first time and got a bit closer, close enough that their feet touched.

“Are you offering?”

Jamie smiled. “Now you get it.”

“You wore that bikini for me?” the man grinned.

“What if I said yes.”

“Jesus, you’re serious.”

“Take me up to your room and I’ll show you how serious.”

“Yeah, and what will you show me?”

“How I suck cock and take it up the ass. You want to see what that is like?”

“Are all gay guys as blunt as you?”

“Some are probably worse, but I’m here until the day after next, then heading back home before I need to leave for college, so I don’t have time for a date night or a cat and mouse game of will he or won’t he.”

The man looked around, then back to Jamie.

“I’m Jamie, and I want to come up to your room. Will you invite me?”

“I’m Matthew, and sure. Why the fuck not. Come on, let’s go.”

 

 

The room overlooked the gulf, and Jamie stood at the sliding glass doors to the balcony looking out over the turquoise waters amazed with the view the room offered. He heard Matthew stirring behind him making a drink, then the room became silent.

“Okay, come here,” said Matthew.

Jamie turned to see him sitting on the foot of the bed turning up the cocktail, swallowing the last of it. He moved to him until he stood right in front of him in nothing but the bikini. He was aroused, obvious by the way his cock pushed outward, plainly visible, and he saw Matthew’s eyes look at it then up to him.

“Loose that ridiculous bikini,” said Matthew.

“You remove it,” Jamie replied.

Matthew grimaced, then reached out with both hands, taking the bikini at the sides of the waist and tugged downward. He worked it over the cock and down the legs to just above the knee then let it drop to the floor around the ankles. He leaned back, resting on his hands and looked up at Jamie.

“Now you remove my trunks.”

Jamie smiled, liking the game they were playing, Matthew thinking he was in charge. He went to his knees and leaned to the trunks, burying his face in the crotch. He mouthed the front until he found the cock, and he worked his mouth on it until it began to respond. He heard Matthew moan, then grunt when he lightly bit down on the head of it. He moved up until kissing the stomach just above the trunks as he took the waistband and tugged down. Matthew raised his ass letting Jamie slide them down revealing the hardening cock then the loose sac below it. He tugged the trunks down and off each foot, tossing them aside. He leaned down to the nut sac, tonguing it, working the nuts around, then he dragged his tongue up the cock until licking the head, making Matthew grunt.

Jamie took the cock into his mouth, moving down until over half was in his mouth, then up until lips were just below the head. Over and over, he pushed down on it, taking more each time until his nose was buried in the pubic hair. He established a steady rhythm, working his lips along that cock until Matthew began to pump upward with the hips. He opened his mouth, tongue out, letting Matthew pump the cock over it.

“Fuck,” Matthew exclaimed, and his cock flexed, then roped a wad of cum up Jamie’s tongue. He pushed his cock through it while spurting wad after wad. Jamie closed his mouth around the cock as it dribbled out the last of its load, and he sucked it dry then swallowed the load.

“Jesus,” Matthew uttered as Jamie sat up seeing the satisfied look. He took Matthew’s cock and slowly stroked it, keeping it hard.

“Did you enjoy that?” said Jamie.

“Yes.”

Jamie smiled, rose to his feet and climbed over Matthew’s lap. His hard cock rubbed across the chest leaving a trail of slick as he gyrated over the lap. He moved down rubbing his ass over the hard cock, then reached back and held it up. Slowly, working his ass in a slow small circle, he came down on Matthew’s cock and kept descending, stretching open to take it. Hands held his waist, and he felt the shaking that racked Matthew as he sank his ass down the cock.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Matthew replied breathlessly.

Jamie moved on Matthew’s cock. Up and down, working his ass on it, sinking down further and further until at times he descended until fully seated on it. He felt the fullness of the penetration, how it bore into his body making his own cock throb with his arousal. He wrapped his arms around the Matthew’s neck and began to move faster, working his ass on the cock while his flopped around, smacking against his thighs and Matthew’s abdomen.

Holding Matthew by the neck with one hand, he leaned back as far as he dared and stroked his own cock. He was pushed to the limits of his endurance. He had lusted after Matthew, looked at the man lounging by the pool, and now he had him. Had the man’s cock buried in his ass, and he moved on it, up and down, faster and faster, while stroking his own cock.

Jamie gave no warning, clinched his jaw to keep from crying out. Instead, he stroked his cock to the point of no return, then showered Matthew’s chest and stomach with his load. His ass spasm around Matthew’s cock as he kept moving up and down as his own cock spurt wad after wad. Then he was spent, and he slowed to a stop and boldly kissed Matthew on the mouth. There was hesitation in accepting his kiss, then tongue pushed through his open lips as Matthew kissed him back. Matthew hugged his body to his own and moved around putting Jamie on his back. Jamie raised his legs, and Matthew took each behind the knee and folded him half. The big muscular body blanketed him, pinned his thighs to his chest until breathing was difficult, then it began to fuck, to shove into his depths, then tug outward until nearly slipping free. The fuck was slow and steady, letting him feel every fucking inch bored into his ass, then Matthew sped up until hammering it. The bed rocked beneath them and hips smacked against Jamie’s upturned ass.

“Fuck…fuck,” Matthew exclaimed as he jammed his cock into Jamie’s ass as it spurt wad after wad.

 

Jamie showered by himself knowing Matthew was trying to process what he had done. He stepped out, toweled dry, and slipped on his bikini, shorts, and shirt. When he emerged from the bathroom, Matthew was on the balcony staring out over the gulf.

“I’m going to head out,” said Jamie.

“Okay,” Matthew replied, not looking around.

Jamie smiled, chuckled aloud, at how something as basic and human as sex could confuse some people. He let himself out, ready to join his friends for the rest of their time at the beach.

 

 

Jamie set his suitcase at the door and moved to the window that overlooked the hotel swimming pool next door. He could hear Ian and Nathan stirring around in the bedroom getting their stuff packed up so they could get on the road. Looking out, he saw the pool wasn’t as busy as the other day, but on the opposite side was the young guy that had stared at him and on the side closest, stretched out on a lounge chair was Matthew. He looked at the body picturing their sex and it made him smile. He wondered if Matthew had thought of it in a positive manner and given thought to doing it again with someone else.

The young guy climbed out of the pool not bothering to pull on his swim trunks letting them cling to his body. Jamie could see he had a nice cock and wondered if he missed an opportunity for more fun. The guy circled the pool and boldly sat down next to Matthew saying something to him. Jamie was tempted to open a window but knew they were too far away to hear. Matthew sat up, and for a minute they talked, then Matthew and the guy stood and moved around the pool and back into the hotel. Jamie smiled, wondering if the guy would do as he had done.

“Okay, we’re ready; let’s go,” said Ian.

Jamie turned to see them at the front door, suitcases in hand. “Let’s go.”

 

Phase II

Jamie lay on his bed and listened to the sounds coming from outside of his dorm room. The laughter and exclamations, the sounds of video gaming from across the hall, and occasional conversations that became distinguishable as guys passed by his open door. He had been in the dorm less than a day and already his imagination was running wild with thoughts of sex. There was just too much tempting flesh on the floor. Too many guys running around half dressed, cocks flopping around in boxers or visible through tight briefs. The male form surrounded him. Hell, he thought he could smell it. The air had to be full of testosterone. It made him horny, in some constant state of arousal. He looked over at the empty bed across from him, wondering when his roommate would show up. Classes were in two days and there had been no sign of him.

Jamie had a name: Austin F. Donaldson. But he didn’t have what he desired to know. How tall was he, what did he look like, was his hair brown or black or blonde, and what the color were the eyes. He wanted to know. Would Austin F. Donaldson be someone he could view as a roommate, someone to pal around with, or would he be someone to torment him, cause him to have lurid thoughts of roommates that would suck and fuck.

“Your roommate hasn’t shown up?”

Jamie looked up to see Dean from next door, the room that shared a bathroom with his room. Dean had tousled black hair and a lean body hidden by loose fitting clothes.

“Nope, not yet.”

“Hey, some of us are going to that pizza joint next to the bookstore. You in?”

“What time?”

“We’re going to head out in ten.”

“Okay, I’ll go.”

Jamie found Dean and his roommate Vaughn cute, but he didn’t lust after them, not like he did Colton from room 311 directly across the hall or Troy one room over from Colton in 309.

He rolled out of bed and slipped on a pair of sandals and headed out.

 

 

Jamie came back to the dorm with the guys, arguing about who the best rock band was. It was late in the afternoon, for after lunch, they browsed the bookstore, then the store with university branded attire and other paraphernalia, eventually ending up at the sports bar where they watched a game on the televisions, while sipping sodas, looking with envy at the older students drinking beer.

They entered the dorm and most of the guys went into the lounge area to watch television while Jamie and Dean took the stairs to their floor.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” asked Dean.

“No plans; why?”

“You want to go for a bike ride? I was going to get up and head out about eight before traffic gets bad and go down to the park.”

“The one south of town?”

Dean pushed through the door leading Jamie into the hall.

“Yes.”

“Okay, come knock on the door when you’re ready.”

“What about tonight? You want to hang out with Colton and Ellis.”

“I might come over,” said Jamie, hesitant to commit. He saw the door to his room was open and that meant his roommate had shown up.

 

 

As Dean went into his room, Jamie continued to his own, where he came into it past the bathroom door and stopped. A muscular red head was making the other bed, tucking the fitted sheet around the corners of it. He looked at how the T-shirt stretched across the broad back and the ass within the jeans was round and enticing.

Austin sensed him, stood up straight, and turned to face him.

Jamie nearly gasped. The muscular body, six foot two or taller, and staring back, green eyes.

“Hey, I’m Austin.”

“Jamie. You getting settled in?”

“Almost. I forgot shampoo and still haven’t found where I stashed my belts.”

The smile was perfect even if the teeth were not.

“We can run to the store, or you can just use some of mine until you get some.”

“I might grab some when I go for dinner some place.”

“The cafeteria is open until ten, no its nine tonight.”

“I saw this bar-be-cue place when I entered town and thought about going there.”

“Where?”

“It’s on the west side of town on Magnolia.”

“I’ve not been out that way.”

“Maybe you’d like to go with me?”

Jamie heard a shyness in the voice, something he hadn’t picked up at first. Austin gave him a way to turn him down, the last thing he wanted to do.

“I’ll go. It’s five now. When were you going?”

“I want to finish unpacking and take a shower. I feel grubby from the drive here. Maybe by seven or so?”

“Perfect. Anything I can help you with?”

“I have two boxes to bring up. Can you help me?”

“Sure.”

 

It was an old Jeep, one with just a bikini top and no doors. Jamie couldn’t imagine driving a long distance in the thing. Austin lifted a box from the back and held it out to Jamie, then reached for the other one.

“That’s it,” said Austin.

“Where are you from?”

“Just outside Sylacauga.”

“Where’s that?”

“North of Montgomery.”

“And you drove this all the way from there?”

Austin smiled. “Yes. It is a bit much for such a drive. I took secondary roads for anything over fifty, fifty-five miles an hour is pushing it.”

They started back to the dorm walking side by side, each holding a box in front of them.

“And it’s going to be rough in winter with no top,” said Jamie.

“I’m used to it, although a hard rain is the worst.”

“I bet.”

“Do you know any of the guys on the floor?”

“I’ve met all of them, but only getting to know a few of them. The ones next door and across the hall, which reminds me Colton and Ellis are big gamers and like to get guys to come over and play, so get ready.”

“I haven’t played much.”

“Really? What do you like to do?”

“I like to read and…uh…go out into the woods and explore.”

“Thus, the Jeep?”

“Yes. My family’s property has trails on it but they can be rough.”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Environmental sciences.”

“Makes sense.”

“What about you?” said Austin, propping the door open so Jamie could enter the dorm.

“Psychology.”

 

 

Austin was in the bathroom and much to Jamie’s chagrin the door was securely closed. He looked at Austin’s desk, the way everything had a place. The laptop sat in front and center, and to the side a stack of notebooks. Across the back, a calculator, a cup holding pens, then a desktop shelf with books on it and below. He went to the desk to see the titles, looking for a clue to the person.

He ran a finger along the spines of the books on the shelf, reading the titles as he raked it left to right.

Thomas Paine’s The Age of Reason.

Jean-Paul Sartre’s Existentialism & Humanism.

The Watchmen graphic novel.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness.

All nine volumes of the Expanse series.

Haruki Murakami’s Kafka on The Shore.

He had only heard of The Age of Reason but had read Watchmen. He wanted to read the Expanse series but had never heard of the other books. Below on the desk, he scanned the spines, reading each book’s title.

Ocean Vuong’s On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous; and The Emperor of Gladness.

Aleksander Hemon’s The World and All That It Holds.

Justin Torres’ Blackouts

Erin Morgenstern’s The Starless Sea; and The Night Circus.

Anne Rice’s Interview with a Vampire.

Jeff Jackson’s Destroy All Monsters.

Richard Power’s The Overstory.

Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake.

Emily St. John Mandel’s Station Eleven.

Jamie stepped back and scanned the collective trying discern something about Austin. He had heard of On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, knowing it had a gay storyline. Then there was Anne Rice’s book, one that also featured homoerotic aspects. But most of the books he didn’t know, feeling ignorant how he couldn’t decipher anything from most of them. But Vuong’s books felt like he had discovered gold. Books that spoke to someone open to reading about someone gay, and therefore maybe 2+2 really did equal 4. He hoped like hell that it was true.

The bathroom door opened, and Austin came out dressed, ready to go. He saw Jamie at his desk and a frown passed over his face.

“Your book collection makes me feel ignorant. I only know a few of these.”

“Do you read much?”

“Trashy novels and some books that made me interested in psychology.”

“Oliver Sacks?”

“Yes, how did you guess that?”

“I’ve read On the Move and Hallucinations.”

“On the Move, about his life?”

“Yes.”

Sacks writing about being gay. It was promising. 2+2…

“…equals four,” Jamie whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. You ready to go to that bar-be-cue joint?”

“Yes, and I can drive.”

 

 

For the next few days, it felt like a cat and mouse game. Jamie tried to get Austin to talk about himself. Discuss his social life, what kind of person he liked, and if he dated a lot. He invited him along to every meal where he sat across from him trying not to stare. Each day he noticed something else. The faint freckles across the cheeks. The feet that were size twelve, and the long fingers, fingers he imagined wrapped around his cock or working his asshole loose for fucking.

But Austin showed himself to be shy, a quiet person who rarely started a conversation, and within a group of the guys, sat at the periphery. When he was going to ride his bicycle with Dean, he asked Austin if he had a bike back home, he could bring to campus.

I wrecked it right before leaving for campus, so I’ll have to fix it or get a new one.

It was frustrating how Austin kept to himself, revealing little, even what was within the clothes.

When Dean and he got back to the dorm, hot and sweaty from an afternoon ride, he entered his room to find Austin in the shower with the door left open. He nearly stumbled when he tried to see him behind the fogged-up glass enclosure. He sat at his desk scheming of excuses to go into the bathroom. He could say he needed to piss, but standing at the toilet doing nothing but holding his cock would reveal the lie of it. He devilishly considered stripping off his sweaty clothes and asking Austin if he could join him, making him chuckle until he imagined the big muscular guy punching his lights out. When the shower cut off, he was tempted to walk by the door again, maybe go across the hall to see anyone wanted to go grab dinner somewhere that evening. He rotated in the chair until facing the window and looked out at the clear blue sky.

“You’re back,” said Austin.

“Yes, and—” said Jamie rotating to face him then freezing when he saw him in just a towel. He realized Austin was not expecting him back so soon and was standing outside the bathroom door holding the towel as he feared it would slip free. “And, and…are you finished in the bathroom? I need a shower.”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’ll grab a shower while you get dressed. Would you like to go grab dinner somewhere?”

“I was going to the cafeteria. I need to be careful with my funds.”

“The cafeteria works.”

“Well…get a shower and we can go.”

Jamie walked past Austin unable to turn his eyes away. The body was even more muscular than he had imagined. Well defined pecs, a flat stomach he had only seen on the cover of exercise and male physique magazines, and skin so smooth he wanted to touch it. Just feel that body if nothing else was ever permitted. He entered the bathroom, leaving the door open wondering if there was a chance Austin would try to look in. He stripped off the sweaty shorts, jersey, then briefs, kicking them to the side. He got the shower going and stepped into the enclosure, closing the glass door behind him.

Jamie wrapped a towel around his waist and came into the room to find Austin dressed and on his bed reading. He went to the small closet and took out a shirt, then a pair of boxers and cargo shorts from the drawers at the foot of his bed. He laid everything out and pulled the towel from his waist. He tossed it over a chair feeling his nudity. The way his cock moved freely. He picked up the boxers and turned from the bed to have room to raise his legs to put them on. Austin glanced over, then looked again as he put them on. Did Austin like what he saw? Was there some sexual interest? Did Austin, even for a second, want him?

Once dressed, Austin finally looked up long enough to make eye contact.

“You ready to go?” said Austin.

“Yep.”

 

 

Jamie stood at the window and watched Austin coming back from his last class. Jamie looked at the muscular body feeling his lust for it. He tugged on his cock while imagining sexual situations, physical, lurid, the kind of sex that left a man sweaty and gasping for breath. Over the last week he learned more about his roommate, the kind of things that gave him hope. He looked up some of the books on Austin’s desk and had wanted to celebrate, yelling out and jumping around with the revelation that more than one had storylines involving gay characters. And a couple made him wonder if Austin was an atheist, coming to the realization there had not been any mention of religion. And it only aided his pursuit that one of the guys had made mention he was gay in front of Austin, saving him the trouble of having to ‘come out’. He had refrained, afraid it would push Austin in the wrong way, but the more he learned, the more it seemed a stupid thing to think. When one of the guys casually mentioned he was gay it had been perfect. Something that was no big deal, just another aspect of who he was, and he was sure the shy, introverted Austin was the same.

Austin disappeared into the building and Jamie moved back, pulled his shirt off and dropped down on his bed. He was wearing a pair of ratty gym shorts. They had been sweatpants, but he cut the legs off, and he knew a bit too short (on purpose). It was Friday, the whole weekend ahead of them; the weekend he intended to find out if Austin had any interest in him.

Since his first time naked in front of Austin, he had done it as often as he could get away with and although Austin had not said anything about it, the eyes gave him away. He looked at him, longer and longer each time as the days passed. And more pleasing to him, Austin began to change in front of him, coming out of the bathroom in boxers and dressing in the room. And he wore tank tops, went shirtless in the room, and the day before came out of the bathroom in just a towel. Jamie had been disappointed Austin turned his back to him when the towel was pulled from the waist, but he got to see that round ass and for a brief second thought he saw the nut sac hanging long between the thighs.

The door swung open, and Jamie pretended to be dozing, keeping his eyes closed. He heard Austin come in, lock the door, and stop somewhere in the middle of the room. The silence went on too long, tempting him to open his eyes, then he heard the backpack hit the floor and a few seconds later Austin settle down on his bed. Jamie waited as long as he could then opened his eyes and looked over at Austin staring at him.

“Back from your last class,” said Jamie.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to do something tonight?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Not sure, but I’m anxious…you know?”

“Yeah.”

Jamie boldly adjusted his cock and Austin watched him.

“I really need to meet someone,” said Jamie.

Austin didn’t reply, instead he rolled to his back and sighed.

“I get so horny sometimes I can’t think straight,” said Jamie. “Do you know what I mean?”

The silence went on so long, Jamie thought Austin wasn’t going to answer. Cutting his eyes over, he saw him tug on the front of his jeans.

“Yes,” Austin whispered, so low Jamie thought he wasn’t meant to hear.

Jamie slipped his hand into the gym shorts, touching himself, feeling his cock harden with the contact. He looked over and saw Austin slip a hand into his jeans.

“I should go into the bathroom,” said Jamie.

“Why?” asked Austin.

“I want to jack off.”

Austin didn’t reply, and Jamie grew more embolden, working his cock around until the head slipped above the waistband. Austin watched him, stared at the exposed cock while slipping his hand deeper into his jeans.

“Why don’t we just jack off together. You want to?” said Jamie.

Austin didn’t reply, and Jamie took it as a yes. He raised his ass and slipped the gym shorts down and kicked them off, the shorts landing somewhere on the floor. He lay back, legs slightly spread, and took his hardening cock, slowly stroking it.

Austin watched him. Stared at his hand as it moved on his cock. Jamie grew rock hard, and he stroked it faster, building up his arousal.

“Fuck,” Austin uttered.

Jamie looked over and saw him sit up and pull the tank top off, then lay back. The jeans were roughly pulled apart, slipping the button free, then unzipped. The ass rose above the bed and the jeans were slipped down. Austin sat up to work them down to his ankles and he sat there a second staring at them, then over to Jamie. Jamie naked and hard.

“Go on, take them off,” said Jamie.

Austin nodded, then slipped each foot free and dropped the jeans on the floor. He lay back, looked over at Jamie stroking his cock, then raised his ass again, slipping the boxers down. He worked his legs until able to kick them off, then lay back again, revealing his hardening cock. It rose thick and red and hardening without manipulation.

“Nice,” said Jamie.

Jamie watched Austin manipulate it until it has stretched out long and ramrod straight. It was about eight inches and thick, thick as a man’s wrist. He shivered with desire at the thought of taking it as he watched Austin stroke it. He saw the eyes, how they watched him masturbate while doing the same.

“Austin…can I come over there?”

Austin looked surprised at first, then he nodded in acceptance. Jamie eased off his bed and took the two steps across the room. He stood by Austin’s bed, cock sticking out hard, and he rubbed his thighs just to touch himself as it flexed with his arousal. Austin stared at it, then without a word spoken, slid over to make room for him.

Jamie lay next to Austin, their bodies touching along their arms and hips and legs. He didn’t ask for further permission, reaching over and brushing Austin’s hand away and took his cock. He stroked it slowly hearing Austin exhale heavily and moan. Then a hand touched his stomach, and he watched Austin move it across his abdomen until fingers were grazing his cock. When they closed around it, and he moaned, then turned until his mouth was at Austin’s ear.

“That feels good.”

“Yes,” Austin replied, then shivered and pushed upward, working his cock through Jamie’s hand.

They stroked each other until their hands became slick, and Jamie let go of Austin, rotated on the narrow bed and down to the floor on his knees. He leaned over and kissed Austin’s chest. He moved his mouth over it until over the left nipple and he kissed it, tongued it, then lightly bit down on the hardening nub making Austin shudder and cry out. He moved down the body, over the undulating stomach, pressing his lips to the firm smooth skin along the way. He raked his nose through the fiery red bush until touching the base of the cock. He had wanted it so badly, desired it to the point he began to think it was forever out of reach. But as he moved his lips along the thick straight shaft, he felt his own cock flex with his arousal. When he closed his mouth over the head, they both moaned with pleasure.

Jamie worked his mouth on the cock, pushed down until it felt as if his jaw would come unhinged and his airway cut off. He manipulated the head until Austin pushed upward, and when he tried to tug on the nut sac, he found it drawn up tight. Austin was close. 

Jamie worked the head, locked his lips around it, and sucked. He felt Austin shiver then push upward. The cock swelled thicker and blasted the back of his throat with cum. It flexed within his mouth with each ejaculation, filling his mouth, making him swallow.

 

 

Jamie held the cock in his mouth even though it was spent. He relished how it filled it. He imagined what could happen next. He folded up beneath the big muscular body and like with Matthew, taking Austin’s cock, letting it bore into his depths. He remembered the feel of a man’s body pinning him down, thighs tight to the chest as cock hammered is ass. He wanted Austin to do him that way. But he wondered if he had to get him riled up, keep that cock hard and Austin longing for more.

He rose and moved over Austin, straddling the waist. He ran his hands up the chest as he worked his ass over the cock. He shivered with the feel of it, how he had the cock pinned against his ass as he worked it back and forth.

“Do you want to fuck me?” said Jamie.

“Yes.”

Jamie rose on his knees and reached back, taking Austin’s cock. He held it up and eased down to it. He felt the flared head against his ass, and he rocked back and forth over it. Then he eased down, shuddering with the stretch of his opening. Slowly, he eased down over the head until it slipped inside him, and he held still, waiting for his opening to loosen to the penetration.

Jamie felt the tight grip of his ankles, then a gentle push into his ass. It made him shudder with the pleasure-pain of the penetration as the thick cock stretched him open. He leaned forward putting his hands on the broad chest and he clutched at the hard pecs while easing his ass down on the cock. Slowly, he worked inch after thick inch into his ass, stopping frequently to adjust to it.

“Do you like your cock inside me?” said Jamie.

“Yes.”

Jamie began to move, up, down, slowly working his ass on the cock. As he loosened to it, he took more of it until coming down on the hips, every inch buried in his ass. He began to move faster, working his ass on the cock with a furious pace. He sat up and moved up and down, his own cock flopping around and smacking Austin’s stomach. Faster and faster, he moved on the cock. He felt a hand touch him, then grasp his cock roughly stroking it as he continued to move. He leaned back, spread his knees wide apart and worked his ass faster. He slammed it down on the thick cock, then shoved upward, thrusting his cock through the hand. Over and over, until gasping for breath and sweat covered his chest. It began to trickle down his face and he threw his head back while keeping up his pace.

“Jamie,” Austin uttered.

Jamie kept working his ass on Austin’s cock, slamming down on it feeling the fullness of each penetration. Austin sat up, hugged their bodies together, cocooning him in the embrace. His own cock rubbed the stomach as he moved within the arms. Then Austin did as he desired, hugged him tight and rolled him to his back. He put his legs against the chest and Austin lay on him, pinning them to his chest. He felt the weight of the muscular body, how it made him breathless being pinned to the bed. Then he felt the cock, how it sank into his depths and began to fuck.

Austin was too aroused to hold back, and he fucked Jamie with a furious pace, slamming down on the upturned ass, The sound of the bed squeaking and hips smacking ass echoed in the room. Then Austin was buried inside him, trying to jam cock even deeper, hips banging against his ass, and Jamie knew Austin was coming.

 

 

Austin rolled to Jamie’s side. He was a sweaty mess and breathing hard. Jamie took his own cock in hand and began to stroke it, desperate to get off after their fuck. He closed his eyes and stretched out while he masturbated, aroused by their fucking. His hand is knocked away and he opens his eyes to Austin up on one elbow looking down at his cock, then into his eyes.

“Will you do me?”

“Yes,” Jamie replied, coming to his knees and moving between the spread legs. He slipped down between them, worked his cock up and down the ass, then pushed against the tightness. Austin shuddered as he penetrated him, and he went slowly, so agonizingly slow, but after an eternity, he was half buried in the big guy’s ass. He began to fuck, to work his cock inside him, sinking deeper and deeper until in a steady fuck.

“Do you like me?” said Jamie.

“Yes,” Austin whispered.

Jamie fucked until he could not hold back. He fucked until he was slamming into Austin’s depths then shuddering and jerking with his own release.

 

 

Coming down the hall, Jamie saw the knowing looks, the smiles and shaking of heads. It was common knowledge; Austin and he were more than roommates. They were initially referred to as fuck buddies, roommates with privileges, then it became obvious to all that knew them, it was more than that.

“When Austin gets back, you guys want to go to that movie,” said Dean, as Jamie neared his door.

“Sure.”

He moved past Dean to his room and unlocked his door. He entered the room and dropped his backpack on the floor by his desk. He looked up in time to see Gary and Wesley pass heading toward the elevator, two guys that kept their distance. They had made comments about sin and unnatural acts. But Jamie had seen their stares, and he saw the fear that lurked in them. A fear about what was possible between two men. Did they think of it, really think of it, the mechanics of sex that men could do, and if so, did it arouse them. Did it make them feel desire. Did they long for what they feared, something between two men they considered queer.