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“I like you messy and wrecked.” I kiss his lips softly, and he groans into my mouth.
“What about you?” Brendon looks down at the tent in my pajama pants. I fucking ache, there’s no denying that, but we don’t have time, and I kind of like edging myself.
“Be a good boy and I’ll let you make me come later.” Brendon’s face flames at my words, and I quickly get up and get changed, then head out of our dorm while he curses my name. For five a.m., I am way too happy, and the guys notice.
“What the fuck is wrong with your face?” Riggs, one of our young freshmen, snarls at me.
“Sorry, little man, it’s grown-up shit.” I clap him on the back and step onto the elevator where Carp and Willis are waiting. Jeremy forces himself next to me, and Brendon steps into the hallway, glaring daggers at me as the doors to the elevator shuts.
“What’s his problem?” Jeremy asks.
“Must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” I shrug and hide my smile by taking a drink from my water bottle.
We shuffle out of the enclosed space and head toward the gym. I’m already picturing all of the ways Brendon can get me off, or torture me, and I can’t fucking wait.
All through our time in the gym, Brendon fucks with me. Bending over where I get a full view of his ass. Taking his shirt off so I watch his muscles move under his skin.
By the time it’s our turn for barbell squats, he’s worked himself up more than he has me. I’m used to him touching me, being damn near naked around me while I had to hide my reaction. It’s just another day.
“Spot me.” He slaps my stomach with the back of his hand and gets his weights set on the bar. I step up behind him and squat with him, with my arms out in case he needs help getting up. Every time he stands up, he shifts a little closer to me until he’s brushing my crotch with his ass. I smirk at him in the mirror in front of us. Thankfully, no one is really paying any attention to us, so I can lean in and whisper in his ear.
“Are you trying to tell me you want me to fuck you?” His already red and sweaty face flushes darker, almost purple, and it spreads down his neck and chest.
“Maybe . . . I don’t often,” he grunts back, almost not able to get back up from the squat. He pushes through and gets the bar back on the rack and steps away from it. “What about you?”
I’m not embarrassed when I respond. “I’ve never tried.”
It’s Brendon’s turn to smile, and it’s a dangerous one. One that says he has plans that I will like. Fuck, I hate that we have classes and can’t just go back to the dorm and make each other come all day.
If I’m going to play with him later, I may need to get off first so I don’t look like a two-pump chump . . .
10
Paul
My last class of the day is cut short thanks to a test, so I’m back in our room an hour before I expect Brendon.
All afternoon, I’ve been thinking about the toys I have hidden under my bed. I’m nervous, though. Nothing has been in my ass. Ever. I’ve never tried anal at all, actually. The high school girlfriend I had wasn’t into it, and that’s just not something you ask a random hookup. It just feels more personal, more intimate, somehow.
My hands are shaking as I pace the room. What if Brendon tries and I hate it? I should experiment some on my own, right? So I don’t embarrass myself. If I know I don’t like it, I can just tell him that instead of hating something he does to me.
Reaching for the bag under my bed where we keep the liquor, I grab the whiskey, unscrew the cap, and take a swig. It burns a bit going down, but it heats my belly. I take another swallow and put it back, then reach under my bed for the supplies.
After cleaning up in the bathroom, I lay on my bed, naked from the waist down, and just feel around. One hand stroking my dick while the other plays with my balls and presses against my taint. I’m nervous and excited about what comes next, and my cock doesn’t know how to handle it. I go from raging hard to half-cocked.
Slicking up my fingers, I slide them between my cheeks and just rub my hole.
Fuck, that feels good. My eyes close, and my dick thickens.
I rub circles over the skin, getting used to the sensation, then press one finger against it. A groan vibrates from my chest, and I’m able to get my fingertip inside of me.
Holy fuck, that’s weird but good. So good.
There’s a slight stretching sensation, but it’s not bad, just different. I pause to add more lube and slide my finger back in, this time going deeper and thrusting. It’s so good.So fucking good.
I add a second finger and imagine what it would be like for Brendon to fuck me. It’s got to be amazing. The idea of him inside my body is a foreign concept to me, but I want to feel it. I want to make him hold out as long as he possibly can, until he’s shaking and whimpering and desperate to come while he uses my ass to find his own release.
Before I can switch to the plug, my orgasm hits me like a freight train. My entire body curving in around itself and stealing my breath. My hole clenches down on my fingers so hard it damn near hurts, but it leaves me panting and exhausted.
