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Coming back home was hard. Being so close to the ocean was harder. But I had to deal with it. I couldn’t mess this up, not again. And now I was here, at the Sigma Alpha Chi house, surrounded by smelly frat boys and giddy sorority girls, all of them peacocking as much as possible. Eh. Fuck this. I wound my way through a crowd surrounding a beer pong table. One of the balls bounced off the beer-stained white plastic table and landed at my feet. I picked it up and tossed it back. The guy who caught it nearly made me stumble. Wow, was he good looking. Pretty, but also a little rugged, handsome.
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He must have taken a step forward because now he pressed into my back. It was a gentle pressure and a nice one. I pushed back a bit. I wasn’t entirely sure if he was a brother or another student trying to rush, but I didn’t really care. The guy was sexy as fuck and was currently pushing his dick up against my ass, so the formalities really didn’t mean much to me in that moment.
Ah, so he wasn’t a brother yet. Interesting. And his name was Ryan. Damn, I was in more trouble than I thought. That was a hot name. All the Ryans I’d been with were hung like horses and, more importantly, knew how to use the tools they were blessed with. And this Ryan was no different, judging by what I felt moments earlier when he rubbed up against my back.
All right, what the hell was going on? This guy was hot, had sexy biceps and a friendly smile, and he played video games? He had to be some kind of trap. Either a straight guy who liked to fuck around orrr he was a serial killer. There was really no in-between, and I wasn’t in the mood to figure it out, either.
“Hold up,” he said before placing an arm on my shoulder. More sparks lit up the night, brighter than any amount of fireworks could. “I didn’t get your name.” “Joey. But everyone calls me Jay.” His eyes opened wide, and he leaned in. “I’m sorry, what?” “Jay,” I repeated myself. “My name is Jay.” “Ohhhhhh.” He started to laugh, and damn it, the sound of his laugh was perfect. “I thought you said gay.” I blinked a couple of times before I started to match his laughter. “No, but I am that too.” “Then we have something in common.” His grin pinned me in place. Okay, so he wasn’t straight. That made
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So Ryan was hot, funny, a gamer, good at sports (the kind involving alcohol at least), gay, and came from a rich family.
I knew it. I fucking knew it. So Ryan wasn’t straight, and he wasn’t a serial killer. Instead, he was the heir to the oil throne for a king hell-bent on ending the world while making his pockets fatter in the process. Before I left the house, I deleted his number. If there was any kind of god or goddess in this world, then they’d hear my prayers and never make our paths cross. Ever. Again.
Damn. I really hope I see Jay again. There was something about him. And it wasn’t only that juicy-looking peach he carried in his jeans, although that had a lot to do with it. A lot. Like… a lot. Fuck. It felt so good pushing up against him. It didn’t matter that we had clothes on or were surrounded by a party of wasted college kids. I had started getting hard just being behind him like that. He separated from me before he could really feel it, but damn, I kind of wanted him to feel it. And stroke it and lick it and suck it.
That was something I loved about my dad: his heart was in the right place when it came to people. The planet? Not so much, but he was always there for me and my friends.
If I had it my way, I would drop my major in finance and focus solely on a software engineering degree. That was where my heart and soul lay. I especially didn’t want to fuck with the environment the way my father’s company was. Yeah. Fuck that noise. I just had to figure out a way to tell my family. That was going to be the hard part.
The guy was definitely big, in one of those ways that made me think how nice it’d be to have his thighs crush me to death. His snake tattoo was on full display, the black ink appearing to slither and twitch as if it were the real thing. I tried to ignore how fucking hot it was. I couldn’t let my guard down. This guy was the enemy, and I had to make sure I was ready to fight, not to fuck. No matter how badly I wanted to do the latter.
Damn, he was tall. And he smelled good. Rich. Like cologne that was way too expensive to ever be on one of my shelves.
The sleeve of his FU shirt fell back, a dark tuft of armpit hair sneaking out. I tried reaaallllly hard not to imagine my face buried there. I failed.
“Well, there’s a lot more about me that you should know,” he said, looking at me through the mirror. “Starting with the fact that I’m not big on leeching off my parents. Yeah, they offered a place for me to stay, but I wanted the full college experience. So I decided to stick to the dorms.” “So you paid for that suitcase and expensive underwear all your self?” “You were looking at my underwear?” he said, smirking at me. “I, uh… no. I wasn’t.” “Riggght.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I barely wear them. I like free-balling it.”
“Mind if I sleep in my boxers?” Ryan asked, already taking off his shirt. “I thought you go commando?” “I’m trying to be respectful here.” He winked at me. “I could be the complete opposite if you ask nicely.”
I glanced over and nearly rolled off my bed. His back was… majestic. Holy shit. Muscular and ripped, broad shoulders, with those two little dips of muscle that pointed down toward his ass. There was even a row of light brown freckles making a constellation between his shoulder blades. Then he turned around, and it was truly game over. I needed the Jaws of Life to pry my eyes off his perfect six-pack and firm chest. His dark little happy trail seared itself into my brain. I heard him unzip his shorts and drop them to the floor. It was like Pavlov’s dog, except instead of being conditioned to
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“Alright, spill it. Why do you hate me so damn much?” I arched a brow and shot him a smirk. “Is it because of my insanely good looks and huge, hung, thick co—”
Jay was likely close to my age—turned twenty-one a few months back—but he could wear a stern face in the way a stubborn eighty-year-old man would. He had a kind of maturity to him that I honestly found really hot. It was like he was one of the only few people I’d ever met who had their head screwed on right. He believed in what he believed in and stuck by it. That kind of conviction was attractive to me, even though it meant he was sticking to his strong dislike of me.
“I never said you smelled bad.” I gave him a wink and a grin as I leaned back into my pillows and grabbed the controller. I crossed my legs at the ankles and started the game up again. “I don’t think it’s even possible for you to smell bad. You always smell like… I dunno, roses? A little bit of leather? Some woodsy shit? Whatever it is, you always smell great.”
“Jay, anything you do, wear, or say, I’m probably going to like.” He looked like he was going to say some other smart, sarcastic comment that was going to make me want to kiss him even more. Instead, he shook his head and walked into the bathroom, sliding the door shut and locking it. The sound of the shower running came next, and I tried—really, I did—to not imagine him undressing only a couple of feet away from me. I tried, and I failed. I could already practically imagine how his body would look standing naked and wet in front of me, water beading down his chest, over the divots of his
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ever since I started rooming with Jay, I found myself horny twenty-four seven. Normally, my sex drive was already high enough as it was, but something about being in such close quarters with a guy I wanted to lick from head to head to toe and back again made me sport a permanent boner.
I opened my legs and let a soft sigh escape my lips as I jerked off. My strokes got faster, my balls tighter. Fuck, I wish I had Jay’s mouth to blow in. Now that would be— “Ahhhhh!” The shout came from inside the bathroom. I managed to pull up my shorts and get back onto my feet as the door slid open and Jay flew out. The towel that had been wrapped around his waist got snagged on the door handle and was yanked off, leaving him completely naked and falling directly into my arms. The water from the shower started to soak through my shirt and shorts. My cock twitched—so did Jay’s. Well… this was
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I hated Ryan. Seriously. And I rarely ever allowed myself to feel that emotion. It was toxic. Something else I hated? “Spider,” I said, looking up into Ryan’s green eyes. “In the shower.” The funny thing about hate, though? Sometimes it very much resembled its complete opposite cousin: love. Passionate, irrational, mind-altering. As Ryan currently had my hardening cock against his own stiffening dick, hate became one of the last emotions I could even think about. Love, on the other hand? Yeah, I could see myself loving this.
His grip around me tightened, pulling me against him. God, he was so firm. I could practically feel each individual muscle of his ripple and shift under my hands. He was a Greek god, and I simply wanted to worship him. I wanted to run directly to his altar and drop to my knees.
The last strand of logic and morals I had left suddenly solidified. This wasn’t weird; it was wrong. Ryan and his family stood against every single thing I fought for in this world. No matter how hot he was, or how muscular he was, or how big his dick felt, or how funny he could be, or how interesting his hobbies were, or how… no. This couldn’t happen. I somehow conjured the strength of an entire Spartan army and took a step back. I put both hands over my stiff dick in a small sign of modesty, although I noticed Ryan did nothing to hide the massive tent that had formed in his shorts. Fuck. I
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Activism was about passion, but it was also about reputation. How would anyone listen to my message if they knew I was sleeping with the enemy? I’d lose all respect, from others and from myself. Or maybe it wasn’t even about any of that… What would my dad think? It couldn’t happen. I had to be strong. But fuuuuuck, Ryan made me so horny.
I couldn’t get my dick to calm the fuck down. I tried focusing on taking notes, but I’d miss random things because all I kept thinking about was: Dick, dick, dick, dick, Ryan’s dick, cock dick, Ryan’s dick against mine, Ryan’s dick inside me, dick cock— Yeah. It wasn’t great.
Why would he be working in a classroom that had anything to do with potentially protecting the environment? Of course he wouldn’t want to learn all about the ecosystems his family was destroying and the creatures his family endangered on a daily basis. What an asshole. What an extraordinarily hot and charismatic and magnetic asshole.
“You know, it’s not such a terrible thing if you two end up sucking and fucking. You can get insider information that way. Be a double agent.” “There won’t be any sucking or fucking or touching or canoodling or whatever the hell you want to call it.” “Beasts with two backs, breaking your back, breaking the bed, breaking in your hol—” “Okay! I get it. There’s a lot of ways to call it.” I arched a brow. “And how do you know I won’t be doing all the topping?” “Because we already talked about this that night we first met. We were drunk at Shenanigans, and you quickly made it known that you were a
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It was wild and really damn weird how strongly I was being drawn to him. No matter how hard I wanted to resist, I still kept sneaking glances across the dorm, wondering what the sometimes goofy, most-times-friendly gamer-jock was thinking. Probably thinking about playing video games. Or playing with butts. I wondered, often, if he was thinking about playing with mine. Damn hormones. They were the only explanation as to why the hell I was horny for this guy twenty-four seven. Well, that and because Ryan was incredibly hot. Like, one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen kind of hot. He had a
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“You are dumb,” I said, with no actual teeth behind the word. “And you’re cute as fuck.” Now it was my turn to smile way too wide for my face. My cheeks hurt. I worked to tamp it down. He didn’t need to see a visual representation of the kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering around my rib cage.
Sure, I couldn’t actually be with Ryan, who happened to be a man plucked straight out of my wettest dreams, but at least I could fantasize about it in the shower.
How was someone so unobtainable and so damn hot at the same fucking time?
“Tonight’s been really fun,” Jay said over the music. He was behind me, but he had leaned in so he could be heard, putting his chin on my shoulder and his breath against my ear. The bar was so full that he pressed against my back, and I doubted anyone could even tell or would think twice about how close he was to me. Not me. It was all I could think about. How warm his body felt, how nice it felt, how I wanted to turn around and kiss him, fuck whoever saw. “It has been.” The tiny fires he had been lighting inside me suddenly coalesced into one huge bonfire, tearing through me.
Instantly, we were on each other. Weeks and weeks of built-up tension exploded, snapped like a taut wire under way too much pressure. I grabbed his face in my hands and inhaled him, my kiss fueled by the flames that fanned inside my core. Jay gave it right back, pushing into me, his arms wrapping around my waist as his tongue danced with mine. This was heaven. Fucking heaven. And yet, I knew a way it could be even better.
“God, Ry, you’re so hot. It’s almost unreal.” I kissed his hard cock through the thin red fabric. “Says the sexiest man alive,” I said, looking up at him as I lowered his briefs slowly, watching his cock spring free. I leaned back, needing a moment to admire it. “And damn, you have a pretty cock. Look at it.” I grabbed him in my hand, the intense warmth making my own dick pulse and strain against my pants. I knew he was packing from him running out of the bathroom naked, but seeing it this close was different. The guy was blessed. And so was I since I got to play with it.
God, I loved fucking with him. I had a feeling that I was going to love fucking him too.
I shouldn’t have let my guard down, hung out with Ryan so publicly, been introduced to his friends. And I especially shouldn’t have been stuffing my dick down his throat in the Shenanigan’s stall. But… fuck, I wanted to do it again. And again and again and again and again. It was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. I wasn’t a virgin, and I didn’t lack much self-confidence, so I’d hooked up with a good number of guys before, but none of them could ever compare to the kind of intoxicating rush I was hit with the second Ryan wrapped his lips around me. It was fucking nirvana. Cockvana?
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God, I needed to get my dick back into his mouth before my balls exploded.
Damn it. What kind of spell did Ryan cast on me? Because that really had to be the only explanation as to why I was ready to throw away all of my carefully curated morals so I could hop on his lap.
“Well,” Ryan said, placing a hand on hers atop the table. “If it means anything from this slightly drunk himbo jock you just met at a bar: I think you’re already a beautiful and confident woman, and I’m sure you’re accomplished too. Don’t let anything—mirror or person or yourself—tell you otherwise. Ever.”
Getting down on my knees for Jay was one of the absolute hottest things I’d ever done, and I wanted to do it again.
I loved it. Loved how hard he made me and how hard I knew he’d get. I kept waking up with morning wood that wet my sheets with all the precum from my dreams of playing with Jay.
“You know you don’t have to be quiet. You can, like, move around and shit. I won’t mind.” “Thank you for your permission, Dad.” I looked away from my video game for that. “I prefer the title ‘Daddy.’” Even saying it made my cock twitch. I wore a soft pair of gray shorts and nothing else, so if I got a boner, there’d be no hiding it. I shot a quick glance at Jay. Was he blushing? “Fine.” Jay got up from his chair, setting his script down. “But don’t judge me. I still have steps I need to get down.” “You’re forgetting something already,” I said with a slight smolder in my voice. “Daddy,” he
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Jay interested me in so many different ways. He was a puzzle I wanted to piece together until the entire rainbowscape of his soul was on display for me.
I looked to him, seeing a familiar spark in his expressive eyes. I could count the few freckles and beauty marks that dotted the landscape of his face, like tiny accents specifically added only to enhance his natural beauty. I could stare at him all day and still find new things to appreciate.
I wanted him to know that he had a safe space in me if he ever needed to talk.
And before I could even blink, we were kissing, my hands cupping his face. I gently guided him back so that he could lie on the bed, our tongues still probing and swirling. I got on top of him, rutting myself against him, the passion between us roaring like an out-of-control wildfire.
Ryan had the audacity to be naked and that fucking hot. He stood in front of me like a nude model about to be painted on a fresh canvas. His body sculpted from valleys for his abs, boulders for his biceps and chest, mountains for his shoulders and traps, and flawless marble for that handsome face and thick cock.
Our dicks touched, and the world collapsed in on itself. My eyes rolled back, pleasure rocking through me like a category ten earthquake. And there wasn’t even such a thing. A category ten would leave a continent in rubble. My brain turned to mush.
