Top in the Class
By Feral Sephrian
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Copyright 2017 Feral Sephrian
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Top in the Class
By Feral Sephrian
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue
Chapter 1
There are some nights when getting groped on the dance floor is unwelcome and distressing, and some nights when it’s expected and yearned for. The week before his fall semester, Terry considered it to be the latter. He had on his tightest red muscle shirt and a pair of loose shorts, perfect for sliding hands into, and got on the dance floor as soon as he knocked back a few drinks. Much to his disappointment, the fish weren’t biting. No matter how much he waggled his hips or winked seductively at other dancers, everyone was either there with someone or simply wasn’t interested.
Paul, Terry’s best friend, housemate, and wingman, was getting more action than he was. Not two minutes after they got there, young men were practically throwing themselves at Paul. When Paul tried to divert them over to Terry, many of them pretended they couldn’t hear—or honestly couldn’t—and the rest simply lost interest and moved on. Terry wasn’t sure if only men who were into blonds had come out that night, or if there was something about the tall, dark, handsome stranger that had become cliché to the point of boredom.
“I’ll dance with you,” Paul said, raising his voice over the bass. “We’ll show everyone what they’re missing.”
Terry sighed. “Yeah, sure.” He didn’t want a pity dance, but if it was all he was going to get, he was willing to take it. Paul was like his brother though, and Terry would rather have some exciting stranger’s hands on him tonight.
At twenty-six, Terry was going to be older than most of his classmates, but then again, his classmates probably hadn’t been abroad for a couple years. After getting his first degree, Terry thought he was ready to take on the world, write a new book every month, get the real stories out there. Instead he found himself lost, uninspired, and constantly hiding the fact that he was gay. He had one rough draft for a book about his experience, Out of the Closet and into the World, but in his opinion it consisted too much of him whining that so many places still harbored homophobic traditions. Initially he didn’t want to go back to school, but he figured a second degree couldn’t hurt, and might open more opportunities in the future.
The problem was that, now that he was back where he could finally blow off steam without having to comb through the scant number of out men he found in the hidden bars where he barely spoke the language, no one would have him. “I might as well have gone to Russia,” he grumbled.
The next song had a strong bass and a semi-sexual tempo. Paul clapped Terry on the shoulder and leaned in to say, “I’ll go get drinks, you stay here in the shark tank. You’re bound to get at least a nibble eventually.”
Terry didn’t bother arguing. He almost went with Paul to the bar, but the music was getting to him. He swayed his body in rhythm and closed his eyes, imagining someone coming up behind him and grinding against him. Even so, he jumped a little when two hands did snake their way around his torso.
A voice in his ear growled, “Finally. I thought he’d never leave.”
This was it. This was exactly what Terry had been waiting for. His heart pounded harder than the beat from the speakers. He leaned back into the stranger’s body, delighted to feel supple muscle and a light bulge pressed into his ass. The rasp of a short beard grazed his ear and the stranger’s hands roamed sensually along Terry’s chest and hips. Terry was so turned on he didn’t even know what to say. He hummed with pleasure and reached behind him to run his fingers through the other man’s hair, pushing himself even closer.
“I knew you’d be into this,” the stranger said. “The minute I saw you out here, showing off in such a tight shirt, making eyes at anyone who passed, I knew you were begging for attention.”
“Mmhmmm.” Terry couldn’t tell which was hotter, the smooth voice in his ear, or the growing bulge against his back. “Glad you noticed,” he said.
“I’m surprised no one else did. You were practically offering this gorgeous body on a silver platter. Your friend is an okay dancer, but he wasn’t going to give you what you needed.” The stranger’s hand slid down to get a feel of Terry’s cock. “Ooo, seems I’ve made quite an impression. And if you can’t tell how I feel, well, I’m not sure how I can make myself more clear.”
Terry reached for his pocket. The condoms and travel packet of lube he had brought were still there. His only concern now was what his partner truly looked like. He had an image in his mind, but for all he knew this guy could be covered in zits, or had nasty teeth, or something that would kill his boner the moment he turned around. Taking a deep breath, he decided to risk it.
To Terry’s relief and arousal, the man behind him was as sexy as his voice. He was about Terry’s height, but Terry still had to look up to meet his eyes. Those eyes flashed with something more than the reflection of the strobe light, and when he smiled he had a cocksure curve to his lips. The club lights also illuminated the streaks of white in his tousled hair and trimmed beard.
This guy is halfway to being a silver fox. But hey, if this is the best I’m gonna do tonight, I am not complaining.
“Well, well,” the handsome older man said, trying to keep his voice seductive yet loud enough to be heard. “You’re even more stunning up close.” He stroked his beard while he surveyed Terry’s face. “In case you wanted to know the name you’ll be moaning soon, it’s Kyle.”
And he is confident to all hell. Fucking yes, this is exactly what I wanted. Oh, God, please make him a power bottom, too. I know it’s not my birthday, but c’mon. “And the name you’ll be screaming is Terry,” Terry replied.
Kyle nodded in approval, his smile widening from ear to ear. “Terry. Seems I’ve hit the jackpot.” Grabbing Terry by the front of his shorts, he leaned in and said right into his ear, “How about we finish this dance somewhere less crowded?”
Terry didn’t need to be asked twice. As they passed the bar, Paul, once again surrounded by suitors, gave Terry a grin and two thumbs up. Terry waved and followed Kyle to the hall which led to the bathrooms. Men shuffled or hustled past, but Kyle took Terry’s hand and wouldn’t let go. They wound up in a corner against the door to what
Terry assumed was a broom closet. It was locked, however, so they had to make do with their out-of-the-way spot.
Kyle had his back to the door and both hands firmly grasping Terry’s ass. They kissed with reckless abandon. Kyle’s tongue tasted like tequila sunrise, but there was no drunkenness in his actions. He knew exactly what he was doing and what he wanted, which is what Terry wanted. Picking up strangers was no fun if the other man simply let Terry dictate everything. Kyle matched the force of Terry’s kiss, the excited pace of his breath, the rigidity of his cock. Terry wanted to fuck him then and there, but even he wasn’t about to whip it out in public.
“Want to see if there’s a free stall?” Kyle asked, nodding at the restroom door over Terry’s shoulder.
Terry nodded. However, they were out of luck. The single handicapped stall was already in use, and by the sounds of it they weren’t the first pair to have need of it. The rest were either likewise occupied or in such filthy conditions that the smell alone killed some of Terry’s buzz. Meanwhile, Kyle couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and the way he touched and teased Terry made waiting seem impossible.
“My car is in the lot out back,” Terry suggested. “It might be a bit more comfortable than a stall anyway.”
Kyle gave him another squeeze on the ass. “You name the place, and I’ll follow this pretty ass anywhere.”
They wound through the crowds to the front door. Terry could have sworn that more men were looking at him now that he was taken, or perhaps they were impressed that he had snagged an older beauty. He smirked and held his chin high. They had had their chance, but Kyle had spoken up loud and clear, and he was everything Terry had come looking for. All the men in the club could line up and beg him for nothing but a kiss and he would gladly ignore them in favor of this man who was already craving him.
Terry was parked between a large SUV and a beat-up old sedan. His 5-door Impreza had a few dents in the front bumper, but those were there when Terry bought it, and otherwise it looked downright sleek and sporty compared to its neighbors. Kyle nodded in approval.
“It certainly is more roomy than a bathroom stall,” he said. “But how far back does the front passenger seat go?”
“Why don’t I show you first hand?” Terry asked with a grin. He opened the door and bent over to reach the adjustment bar.
Kyle took the opportunity to grind against Terry’s ass some more. “Mmm, and you’ve got a manual, too. Very nice. I do love a man who can handle stick…”
Terry pushed back and relished the feel of the friction between them for a moment. “Oh, God,” he moaned. “Is that all you or did you stuff a few rolls of quarters in your pocket tonight?”
“Oh, it’s all me. Let me prove it.” Kyle stepped back and unzipped his pants. Pulling down the waistline of his briefs, he uncovered one of the juiciest uncut cocks Terry had seen since returning to the States. Kyle noticed Terry’s admiring stare and started stroking himself. “Your turn, hot stuff. Show me what you’ve got.”
There were a few people staggering around the lot, but Terry didn’t think they were close enough or sober enough to see what was going on. With an air of confidence, Terry unzipped his shorts and pushed them and his boxers to his knees. Kyle’s jaw dropped a little, making Terry smile. He had wondered for a while whether he should introduce himself in clubs as, “Terry, Aries, seven inches,” to more accurately advertise himself. However, saving the surprise for later was worth it, if only for the reactions he got. He was especially proud of the manscaping job he had done before he left, which accentuated his features.
Kyle came out of his daze and whistled. “Damn, and I thought I was packing serious heat. But that’s…oh, baby, that’s something special.”
Terry’s grin spread across his face. “Well? Do you want to do something with it or keep standing around comparing the whole night?”
After a momentary contemplation, Kyle said, “How about since it’s your car, you drive this time. I gotta have that inside me, pronto.”
“You got it.” Terry took his shorts off all the way and retrieved the condoms and lube from the pockets.
Kyle chuckled. “Wow, you really were begging for it out there, weren’t you? Had it all planned out?”
“Absolutely. Now take your clothes off and get ready.”
“Mmm, yes sir.” Kyle was naked by the time Terry got his condom on. He didn’t have washboard abs, but he had a flat smooth stomach and dimpled ass. Like his beard, the hair on Kyle’s chest was a mix of silver and brown. Terry ran his fingers through that hair while he resumed their make-out session from earlier.
With the seat rolled back, there was plenty of room for both of them. Closing the door behind them, Kyle lay back on the reclined passenger seat, putting his feet up on the dashboard while Terry tucked in between his legs. “I can’t wait another second,” Kyle panted. “Fuck me, hot stuff. Fuck me.”
Terry was already lining up and tearing open the packet of lube. At Kyle’s command he thrust himself in, bit by bit, until Kyle stopped twitching and grunting and started writhing and moaning. Terry pressed his chest against Kyle’s and kissed him hard, flicking Kyle’s tongue with his own while Kyle’s cock rubbed between their stomachs. Kyle clawed at Terry’s back, pulling him closer. Terry had to grip the headrest to give himself leverage, but despite the limited space, Terry couldn’t remember ever having such a wild time.
“You came to the club looking for me too, didn’t you?” he panted in Kyle’s ear. “You were on the prowl for a pretty young thing to play with. Thought you would fuck him raw all night. Bet you weren’t planning on this, were you?”
Kyle was too busy biting down on Terry’s shirt to answer right away. He caught his breath and moaned, “Nuh-uh. Uhhhhn don’t worry, you’ll have your turn, but that cock—” Kyle gasped as Terry shoved deeper into him, “—ohhh, this cock. Shit, I had to—had to try it, feel it in me…”
“How does it feel?” Terry growled with a grin.
“Mmmff, feels like—like it never ends, that it just keeps going inside me and finding—ohhh, fuck that’s the spot, right there, right there—finding new ways to—to—” Kyle’s words were cut off as he bit Terry’s shirt again, teeth clenched and fingernails digging into Terry’s shoulders.
Terry could feel Kyle’s body reacting, welcoming him, pulling him back in with every thrust. It was hard to believe that half an hour ago he had struggled to get any attention. As much as he wanted a go with Kyle’s thick dick, he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to get off like this, not when he was making this older stranger beg through his teeth for more.
Not wanting Kyle’s cock to go completely unattended, Terry took hold of it and, using the precum that was leaking down its shaft, began pumping it. The tips of his thumb and forefinger barely met when he tightened his grip. It was certainly more than he was accustomed to, but it wasn’t the thickest he had taken either.
Kyle had one hand on the armrest and one clutching the seatbelt as he bucked his hips, helping Terry go as deep as possible. Between pants and moans he whimpered things like, “Stroke the head more,” and “Oh, God, faster, faster,” and “Where the fuck have you been all my life?”
Terry, in turn, whispered in Kyle’s ear about how hot and soft his ass was, or how big and smooth his cock was, or how good Kyle’s tongue felt against his ear. Once Terry felt his climax approaching, he went silent, closing his eyes and chasing that sensation until he finally caught it. His whole body shuddered with release as his eyes rolled back into his head. He couldn’t remember the last time a guy had given him such a satisfying orgasm.
“Don’t forget about me, hot stuff,” Kyle begged breathily. “I want to cum all over this pretty little ass of yours.”
It took some maneuvering, but the two managed to climb into the backseat so Kyle could sit on the armrest and jerk off while Terry bent over in front of him. Terry did his best to give a sort of improvised lap dance, waggling his butt until he could feel Kyle’s knuckles brus
h against it.
“That’s it, show off for me.” Kyle spanked him. “Mmmff, so firm. The things I would do to you…”
Terry wanted to hear all the things Kyle would do to him, but Kyle also trailed off to concentrate on his climax. A moment later Terry smiled as the splash of warm cum dripped down his backside. He reached around to cup his hand against his leg and keep it from running into his shorts.
“There are tissues in the glove compartment,” he said. Even though Kyle cleaned up the mess he had made, Terry licked the remainder off his fingers.
Kyle growled in approval. “Fuck, you’re such a slut.”
“And you like it,” Terry replied with a wink, pulling his shorts back up. “You never did get around to telling me what you would do with my ‘pretty little ass,’ though.”
“Well, there’s still time. How about I give you my number, and any time you’re out looking for fun and all the guys are being blind again, we can hook up?”
“Mmm, I like that plan. But what are you doing for the rest of the night?”
Kyle sighed. “Unfortunately I have an early morning tomorrow, or else I’d take you back to my place and return the favor you so graciously gave me tonight.”
“I guess I’ll just have to call you, then,” Terry said with an exaggerated pout.
They exchanged numbers and made out some more in the privacy of Terry’s car. Terry was almost ready for another round, until Paul texted him asking if he was ever coming back. Some of these guys are getting a bit aggressive. I think I need a wingman of my own.
“If your friend needs you, then he needs you,” Kyle said. He held up his phone and waved it. “And if I need you…”
“Then you name the place.” Terry got one more sensual kiss for the road, then locked up his car and rushed back into the bar to come to Paul’s rescue.
Chapter 2
Much to Terry’s dismay, the few times Kyle texted him over the next week were all during orientation events. Terry was able to duck out of one of them to sext Kyle from the bathroom, but the pictures Kyle sent back only made him more frustrated that he couldn’t leave. By the first day of classes, Terry contemplated finding Kyle’s address and showing up naked on his doorstep. Unfortunately, they hadn’t exchanged last names along with their numbers, and there were two guys named Kyle in his morning Cultural Anthropology class alone, neither of whom were even remotely similar to the one Terry wanted.
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