Last Days of Summer: College Dudes Gone Wild (Dirtyhunk Gay Sex & Erotica Anthology) (5 page)

His hands are working fast – one minute
he’s got his fingers coursing through my hair and the next, they are all over
my back or ass.

“I know what you’ve been doing...” he says
as he tries to sneak a finger into my butt hole. “Vying to get my attention all
summer long.”

“If you only fucking knew,” I admit as I
roll my eyes.

Before I know it, Jarrod gets his finger up
inside me and he rolls it around, tugging at my insides. Whenever the attraction
on his part began, he’s got it bad for me now and that’s all that really
matters in the long run.

“Wow... You are tight. You have done this
before haven’t you?”

I roll my eyes again. He does not know me
well enough.

“Okay, stupid question,” he says with a
soft chuckle. “But seriously, this is like a virgin butt, right here,” he says
as he jabs his finger in deeper. When he grabs one of my legs by the thigh and
wraps it around his waist, his finger plunges in even deeper and he starts to
hit my prostate.

“When did you first fuck a dude?” I ask.

He chuckles. “That’s a story I’ll save for
another day.”

“Tell me!” I demand.

“Look at you,” he says, teasing me.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

One the one hand, I am curious, but on the
other, I am pissed. If he has been with a dude before, why did he give me that
straight
guy
bullshit all summer long?

“All you should be concerned about right
now, Zack, is how my cock is going to feel sliding in and out of this butthole
right here.”

Jarrod is a whiz at controlling my
thoughts. Just like that, his smooth ways force me to let go and I am left to
melt away in his arms while I anticipate how his cock is going to feel tearing
through me. I was in control on the lounge chairs, but in the cabana, Jarrod’s
running the show.

We are both sticky from playing volleyball
all afternoon but we are so swept away with urgency that we wouldn’t dare stop
to get into the shower. Regardless, when I settle into Jarrod’s arm pit while
he goes nuts finger fucking me, his sporty deodorant smells so inviting I just
have to lick him all over.

“Yeah Zack, get in there… You know you want
it,” he says, teasing me.

As I slather my tongue around his arm pit I
am not sure what drives me crazier: being at his mercy, twisted around his
strong body, or the sporty man scent that’s wafting through my senses. Perhaps
it is both.

My encounter with Jarrod is turning out to
be better than I could have ever hoped... I could already cum given the way he
continues to give it to me with his finger.

“We have to stop,” I whisper as he brings
me close to the edge. “Stop...
Stop
!”

“Not so cocky after all, hey bud?” Jarrod
says with a grin.

“Yeah, whatever... Shut up,” I say, unable
to resist taking a jab at him.

He takes my hand in his again and we go to
the sofa.

“Take a break for a while and suck on
this,” he says as he pulls his cock.

I feel as though I will pass out when I get
a close look at his monster. It seems much bigger, thicker and longer, but it
is still a heavenly sight. I have been waiting for this moment for years and I
let myself savor ever second of it. It’s as if I am being transported back to
that night in the car when I was watching him get sucked off, only now I am the
one who’s going to do all the sucking.

He starts to bob his cock around my lips,
daring to shove his rod in where he knows I want it, and I feel thrills of
excitement jolt through me as I anticipate getting it. When Jarrod finally lets
me have him, I take as much of his shaft into my mouth as I can and even though
I have his cock in my mouth, he does not let me take over. Instead, he chooses
to remain in control and he starts to fuck my face until I feel like I will
gag. The feeling of getting his cock shoved down my throat feels fucking
amazing.

“Is this what you wanted all those years
ago?”

I nod as he continues to crush his waist
into my face.

“Sitting in the backseat of your dad’s car
while spying on me like a pervert,” he says, carrying on.

The tip of his cock continues to hit the
back of my throat, threatening to go deeper, and I still have to fight hard not
to gag, for if I do, this insanely hot blow job will end. The whole scene has
worked me up and I am unable to fight the urge to reach down and finger my
hole. If this is how Jarrod fucks face, I can only imagine what he is going to
do when he has got his cock inside my butt.

“Yeah, finger your ass... Show me how much
you want my cock up there.”

Dirty talk has always gets me to pop my
load. Thankfully, Jarrod finally stops when he starts to pre-cum.

“I love nothing more than to cum inside a
hot mouth, but we’ll do that another night. Right now all I care about is
boning your ass.”

That’s all I need to hear and I am up on
the sofa with my hungry butt in the air within a few moments, ready and eager
for Jarrod rip me apart.

“Jesus, you’re such a faggot,” he says with
a gentle grin as he takes in the sight of my beautiful ass all spread apart for
him.

I should hate the way he refers to me as a
‘faggot’ but I love it.

“You want a pretty boy like me to give it
up for you,” I challenge as I spread my meaty cheeks for him, showing him what
he’s about to get.

“You sure that you’re ready for it,
Zackie?” he asks as he slaps his thick and meaty shaft against my tiny hole.

Zackie...
That is what he used to call me when we were growing up if he wanted to tease
me about something.

“Shove it in,” I cry out, unable to wait
for him even a second longer.

“Atta boy,” he says and then he finally
starts to feed his cock into my hole. He ensures to keep his hands firmly on my
cheeks, spreading them as far apart as they will go, so that there is no
obstruction. It is an ordeal taking his cock; I almost feel the need to stop
because he is so big, but the last thing I want is for Jarrod to tease me so I
take it like a man. What keeps me going is knowing that he wants my ass as much
as I want his cock.

“You’re never going to tell your bother
about this,” he whispers into my ear, making his demands crystal clear, as he
gets the last of his shaft inside me.

“Yes,” I say, vowing to keep our cabana sex
incident a secret.

I start to get those feelings that burst
out of nowhere when you get cock up your butt. I call them the
horny thorny
and the fact that Jarrod’s giving them to me is blowing my mind! It’s purely
euphoric.

Jarrod starts to kiss the nape of my neck
with those buttery-soft lips of his as he fucks me hard with his cock. He just
goes nuts, fucking my butt like it’s the last one he will ever have and that is
when I really start to feel the
horny thorny
. I have never had it this
bad; I want more of Jarrod than I can get. The way he fucks, he seriously
knows
how to use his cock. At times, he hits me deep and at others, he works me slow,
playing me like an instrument. I never know what I am going to get. It’s like
he is setting a gold standard for me all over again and I have to wonder how I
am ever going to find another guy who can make me feel the way Jarrod does.

“That’s it, Zackie...” he says as he pounds
my butt, sounding all smug and cocky. “This is what you’ve been fantasizing
about for all these years.”

I grin and then tease back, “In your
dreams.”

Jarrod seems to get off on my words. One
snide remark and he starts busting my butt again, hard and fast.

“Jesus, this feels so good,” he says as we
bounce around on the flimsy sofa.

I always knew Jarrod would stick it to me
good. Seeing him that night, boning that chick near the car window was all I
needed to know how he operates. He’s my kind of guy. One thrust after another;
the head of his cock slamming past my prostate; teasing me to no end. I don’t know
how much more I can take and yet, I don’t want it to ever end.

When I begin to moan Jarrod gently squeezes
my shoulder. “Shh…We don’t want anybody to hear.”

“I think the sofa bouncing around will
sooner give us away,” I am quick to point out.

We both get a good laugh out of that one.

“You want my cum?” he asks, getting busy
again.

“Fuck yeah.”

“Shit... You really have it bad, huh?”

He sounds pleased.

“Whatever dude... I bet the girls you’ve
fucked can’t take it like this.”

He chooses not to respond, which speaks
volumes. He is totally getting his rocks off on my ass.

When he finally shoots his cum inside my
ass, I feel his warm jizz splatter all over my insides. I always fuck with a
condom but with Jarrod, I am doing it bareback for the first time. It feels
totally erotic to have a dude’s seed up my ass, but mostly, just knowing that
it is Jarrod’s jizz is what is most exciting. And that is the thought that
finally sends me crashing over the edge, causing me to cum all over the sofa
cushion beneath me.

“Shit dude... Your brother better not see
that,” Jarrod says, never letting an opportunity to tease me go by.

Once we’re off the sofa he gently grabs me
by the waist again and turns me around. My heart starts to melt when I find
those icy blue eyes staring back at me.

“That was hot,” I say, feeling all dozy and
numb from the sex.

“Tell me about it,” he says and then I feel
his rough hands land onto my butt cheeks again. “I could fuck this all day
long.”

“So you do fuck guys.”

“Yeah,” he says. “Been fucking dudes for
years.”

“Does my brother know?”

“No... And let’s keep it that way,” he
says.

“I kept your first secret for all these
years,” I remind him. “I can definitely keep this one too.”

We get dressed again and then end up making
out for a little while. Aside for fucking, Jarrod is also an amazing kisser. As
we make out, I think about how much time is still left before he and Jake take
off for college and I start to get excited all over again. We can do a lot of
fucking before they leave.

The summer of my eighteenth year... It’s
the best ever!

Reader’s Notice:

This story contains
depictions of unprotected (bareback) anal sex between two men. Such sexual
activity is considered high risk for contracting sexually transmitted diseases.
If you choose to practice bareback anal sex, make sure you and your partner
have both been tested and are clear of any sexually transmitted diseases.

I was late for work and almost out the door
when I remembered that I left my briefcase on the kitchen table.

I glanced at my watch.

Thirty minutes late.

The early morning grind infuriated me,
though being early for work always had been a chore in any case. I was sure
that my boss would give me hell or probably even fire me since I had already been
late twice that week.

As I reached for my bag I heard the front
door slam shut and I froze. When I peeked around the corner, I found Carlos, my
hunky college dude
roommate, wandering from the foyer into the kitchen.
He was back from his usual morning workout.

“What’s up dude!” he said, looking all surprised
once he saw me.

“Morning,” I replied as I contemplated
calling in sick. When my hands just about gave up on me, I let my stuff fall
down onto the kitchen table.

Relief immediately kicked in.

Carlos was pumped from his workout. What’s
more, he sounded disgustingly happy, probably because of the post-workout
endorphins surging through his body. I envied his easy-going schedule and
downright cheeriness.

I glanced at the clock again and cringed
when I saw that more time had slipped away... What a disaster!

I sighed.

“You all right, dude?” Carlos asked as he
fetched his post-workout feast from the pantry.

I was mesmerized by him and all his college
boy charm. Carlos had that varsity thing going on. He had a perfectly chiseled
face and a gorgeous body to match. He was simply breathtaking. I cast my gaze on
his body as he got busy in the kitchen and predictably so, I became less
pre-occupied with the clock ticking away once I became fixated on him.

“Just really stressed,” I said as my eyes
trailed his every move.

Carlos had his back to me so he could not
see me checking him out. His workout gear, which consisted of a tank top, tight
gym shorts, sneakers without socks and a baseball cap added to his appeal. What
really caught my eye was his butt cheeks and how they looked in those shorts. Thin
mesh fabric draped casually over every curve of his backside, making his globes
even thicker than I remembered them to be. His back seemed wider than usual and
his waist more compact, which made his globes peak even more so. Carlos’s
backside had always been pronounced, but that morning those cheeks looked plump
and unbearably enticing.