by Gavin Atlas
“I live right around the corner,” I said.
“I don’t see why I should go home with you,” Aaron said, red-faced and breathing hard.
What the hell did I have to do to get him to say yes? One final push.
“Otherwise, I’ll fuck you right here,” I said. I yanked open the snap of his jeans and pulled down his fly.
“Holy shit!” he said. He dropped his drink, and the sound of breaking glass drew everyone’s attention.
No underwear on him. Yes. My right hand grabbed his hard-on while my left hand slipped down the back of his jeans and fingered his crack. The whole bar watched us.
“Okay, okay,” Aaron said, shaking his head in disbelief, “you win. I’ll go home with you.” He hadn’t tried to get away from my hands, and they roamed openly over his private parts.
“Don’t zip up,” I said, “just start walking. That’s your punishment for making me wait so long. The whole bar is going to know I’m gonna get that ass.”
He walked one step in front of me. I had one hand down the back of his jeans fingering his hole. Ooh, was he tight and firm.
“Damn,” I heard Stan say as we walked by my table.
“Yee-haa!” whooped John. I saw Aaron’s face flush.
On the street, I let Aaron zip up in case of cops, but I kept a hand on his ass and the other on his shoulder and marched him a block and a half to my apartment in silence except for “turn right” and “up these stairs.”
As soon as he was through my apartment door, I yanked down his jeans, and squeezed the meat of his ass hard. It was smooth, soft and round. Perfect for fucking. He moaned softly and stripped off his USMC t-shirt. I almost purred the word “nice” when I saw his sculpted chest and broad shoulders, but I remembered the “no compliments” rule. Still, the drill sergeants had done an amazing job with this marine.
He undressed fast, clumsily getting his jeans caught in his boots before calming down enough to remove the shoes first. I kneeled down and stroked his hard-on the whole time to keep him horny. When he struggled once with a knot in his laces, I gave him a spank and said, “Hurry up.” That elicited another moan.
Damn, this was fun.
Once he was naked and on his knees in front of me I pushed his face into the bulge of my jeans. He hungrily chewed on the denim.
“Pull it out and worship it,” I said.
He unzipped me and grabbed my dick.
“Oh my God,” he said. He stared at my long, uncut cock in shock.
“What?”
“I can’t get fucked by a dick that big!”
“You can and will,” I said. “But you’re going to worship it first.”
He sucked me eagerly, trying his best to take my whole length in his mouth over and over. He occasionally gagged on my prick.
“Easy,” I said. “Don’t hurt yourself.’
He stopped and gave me a confused look. Shit. That wasn’t dominating at all.
“Because if something’s going to get hurt, it’s going to be your ass.” I hooked my left arm under his legs and my right arm around his back, and hoisted his nude body up in the air. I threw him down on my bed so he was flat face down. I expected him to try to get away, but he lay there obediently, looking over his shoulder at me and waiting for penetration.
He wasn’t ready for that yet.
I yanked his legs back and put them on the floor so he was half off the bed and bent at the waist. Then I spit into his asshole.
“Well, look at this,” I said. “You’ve got a tiny tattoo on your ass that reads Easy Bottom. Isn’t that good information to have?”
“Don’t tell anyone!” he said, his voice muffled by my sheets. “A guy got me drunk on my birthday, and I woke up with that. I’m getting rid of it.”
“When was your birthday?”
“Four months ago,” he said.
“You’ve had time to remove it,” I said.
“Don’t tell anyone about it, okay?”
I put a finger inside him and moved it back and forth, priming him for my dick.
“I’ll tell anyone I want,” I said. “But maybe you can buy my silence by bending over every time I tell you to.”
He moaned. I grabbed his cock. He had a full, thick erection. His dick was big, but not too large—perfect for someone his height.
I spit into his hole again, and then bit his ass cheek hard.
“Unh!” he grunted in protest, but he stayed obediently bent over.
I started to lick his immaculate, hairless ass, and he began to buck wildly.
“Oh, God!” he said. “I can’t handle being rimmed. It’s like an electric shock!”
“You’ll get used to it,” I said. “How else am I going to get you ready for my dick? I re-planted my tongue in his crack. He tried to buck again, but I held his ass firmly in both hands.
He began to relax and let me do my job. Soon enough, his asshole was ready for me to penetrate.
“Stay bent just like that, Easy Bottom,” I said, while I stood and put on a condom.
“Don’t call me that,” he said, looking up at me over his shoulder.
I spanked him once. “All you’re allowed to say from now on is, Yes, sir.”
He moaned. “Yes, sir,” he said.
I bent my knees and pressed down on my dick so it lined up with his slick hole, then I pushed in hard, rougher than I normally would. But this marine wanted to be dominated.
“Yes, sir!” he said. “Oh, Jesus!” As I found my way all the way up him, he reached over, grabbed a pillow, and bit down on it to keep from screaming.
His ass was tight and warm. It took me a number of strokes before I could ram in and out of him with ease. But once I could, I was in heaven. I couldn’t believe I had my dick in this gorgeous marine’s ass.
At first, he would reflexively move his ass away, as if to dodge the deepest penetration from my dick, and he’d let out a muffled cry with each stroke. Then he got used to my slow pounding, and arched his back to offer up his rump to me.
“Get on your back, marine,” I commanded. He climbed on the bed and put his pliant legs in the air. My tool impaled him again. He grunted, and grabbed his thighs to give me better access.
“Now that you’re used to it, I’m gonna go faster,” I said, “and harder.” I increased my pace, and my balls smacked his backside loudly every time I pushed in. The sound of his groans shook with my efforts.
He looked so hot with his ass in the air that I almost came, but I stopped fucking him just in time.
“I want to take you standing,” I said. “That’s how I fuck the hardest.”
There was a panicked look on his face for a moment, but it disappeared. He walked over to a spot in front of the wall. There was an obvious hitch in his gait from being fucked. That made me grin. I took off the sunglasses. There wouldn’t be any doubt in my eyes now.
He bent over and placed the palms of his hands on the wall for support. He looked over his shoulder at me, waiting for me to re-enter him.
“I’ve discovered your secret,” I said as I plunged into his ass again. “You’re just a bratty marine whose ass needs to be taught a lesson. You act all snotty until a guy like me comes along and takes it out on your hole. Well, the game’s up. You’re not even going to have a chance to be a snot anymore because your ass is going to be getting nailed constantly by my dick.”
“Yes, sir!” he said. “I need to be punished.”
I rammed him furiously and stroked his dick at the same time. His groans became louder and louder until he was shouting as he sprayed a load of come on my wall, spurt after spurt. He toppled over onto my floor, still in the throes of his orgasm.
I wanted to come in him with his ass in the air again, and the bed was too far away. I flipped him over on his back right on the floor and barreled back into him. His ass was even tighter. With a roar, I blew my load deep inside him. We were both panting and sweating profusely.
“Oh my God,” he said between gasps, “that was
the best fucking I’ve ever gotten.”
“And that was the best damn ass I’ve ever had,” I said.
Shit. I complimented him. But he closed his eyes and grinned, as his chest heaved in exhaustion. I guess that was the kind of praise he wanted to hear.
“Stick around, Easy Bottom. I want to fuck you a couple more times before the sun comes up.”
“But I’m not an easy bottom,” he said. “I’m really not.”
“Maybe not yet,” I said, “but you want to be. No more being a brat. You’ve always been the one everyone wants. Now you’re going to be the one everyone gets.”
“I…I am?” he said.
“Stay on the floor and put your legs in the air, I want to look at that ass while I make a few phone calls.”
Aaron’s eyes grew wide. “Oh…oh my God.”
“What are you allowed to say, boy?”
“Yes, sir,” he said.
I called John and told him to bring Stan and Mike over.
“Bring condoms,” I said. “I’m giving you guys some marine ass to show my appreciation for your friendship.”
I heard a soft moan escape Aaron’s lips. I turned to him and he was looking up at me from the floor with eager eyes. His dick was hard again, providing proof he hoped for more sex.
“They’ll be here in a few minutes,” I said. “Then everyone will know what a good, easy bottom you are.”
He kept his legs obediently in the air and waited for the party to begin.
Cole State’s Top Recruit
Oh, hell. The admissions department had woken me up to help with a VIP tour of campus, but as soon as I saw that bitter ol’ Bob was the lead tour guide, I knew none of the prospective students would enroll here. I wasn’t in the best mood myself as my closest two gay friends had started dating each other in the past couple months, and I couldn’t adjust to the new loneliness of being the odd man out. I had to forget about that and be as cheery as I could to mitigate the damage Bob was about to cause.
“Welcome to Cole State University!” Bob said brightly, a fake smile plastered on his face. “Let’s take a moment to introduce ourselves.” I noticed he’d worn a faded sweatshirt emblazoned with the logo of our biggest rival, Rockland A&M. Meanwhile, I wore a pale blue tie with a crisp white shirt tucked into black pants. Jim, the assistant director of admissions had asked me to look my best. There were eight students, all of them male and all of them top athletes, along with a collection of parents. Jim hinted I should dote on one prospective student who’d come by himself, Leandro Branco, a tennis player from Portugal they badly needed to recruit. I looked for his name tag, and when I found him, I practically melted. Even in a group of muscular jocks, he stood out like Adonis amidst mere mortals. He was huge, maybe 6’3”. He had black wavy hair, perfect white teeth, and a smooth olive complexion.
“Leandro? Uh, prazer em cohecê-lo,” I said uncertainly. “Meu nome é Nicholas.” I’d been to Portugal when I was twelve, but I remembered little of the language.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Nicholas,” he said, giving me a firm handshake. “Thanks for trying Portuguese, but I’ve been training in Florida since age ten. Besides, if I’m gonna go to college in America, wouldn’t I have to know English?”
“Oh, of course,” I stammered. “That was stupid.”
Leandro laughed. “No problem,” he said. I might have imagined it, but it seemed like he was looking me up and down. Nah, not possible.
“I apologize for the cold weather,” Bob continued, casting a glance at the gray January sky. “But, at least the Beaumont refineries upwind from here aren’t operating today, so it’s healthier outside than normal!”
I gave Bob an exasperated look which he ignored.
“Over to your right, you’ll see our brand new mascot,” Bob said, pointing to a billboard featuring a big green blob with eyes that was the embarrassment of the school. “We used to be the Cole State Comanches, but there was a plague of political correctness, so we became the Fighting Cucumbers. However, that still wasn’t politically correct enough, so it changed again to the Assertive Cucumbers.”
The tour group looked nonplussed.
“Uh, ha ha,” I said, looking at Leandro. “It’s really the Green Machine.” Now that I thought about it, the mascot did look like a cucumber. Blah. Even without Bob’s troublemaking, a super-dumb mascot wouldn’t encourage athletes to enroll.
“Let’s head for the quad, shall we?” continued Bob. “Watch out for loose bricks on the path. They haven’t found funds to repair them in several years.”
I heard the prospectives and their parents murmur to each other as they passed our jumble of boxy, architecturally mismatched buildings, and I hustled to the front to reason with Bob.
“Look,” I whispered, “I know you’re pissed Nadine broke up with you, but why take it out on your school?”
“What hurts the school hurts her,” Bob answered. I silently admitted it had been very unwise of a school official to become involved with a student tour guide, but I had to salvage this.
“Right now you’re their total favorite, but the office will find out soon that you’re doing sabotage tours. What if they kick you out of school?”
“They won’t.” Bob ran his hand casually through his rust-colored hair and gave me a cool stare.
“Why wouldn’t they?”
“They just won’t, and if they find out from you, Nicholas, I’ll make sure it’s public knowledge that half the football team takes steroids.”
“So?”
“If the school is fined and starts losing more money there, what are they going to cut? Football? No. Diving perhaps?”
I shut up. I didn’t know if it was true about the steroids, but if Cole State did cut diving, I would lose my scholarship. There had already been talk in the student paper of athletic program cutbacks, although I knew the school was desperate not to go through with them. That was the whole reason for these special tours. God, Bob was an asswipe.
Bob turned to the group and smiled again. “Here on the left we have Hurston Hall, the freshman dormitory. I know you’ve probably read in the college books that it’s a total pit, but really it’s not all bad. However, they are right when they mention that with the fake fire alarms that occur throughout the year, it’s very hard to study, let alone sleep.”
“Uh, however, as athletes on scholarship, you’ll probably be in Guthrie Hall,” I said quickly. “It’s a friendly place, and it’s next to both the sports complex and the library.”
“Yeah, Guthrie has its strong points. Detractors point out that it’s older than the pope, it still has group showers, and the air conditioning broke around twenty times last year, but it does have the most school spirit which really helps when most of our teams are in last place.”
There were some more murmurs, and some of the parents began giving Bob strange looks. Bob was a good actor, but I could tell they wondered if he was deliberately badmouthing the school.
I attempted a rescue. “Actually, some of the floors have been converted. I’m in Guthrie, and I have a double with a private bath this year.”
“But the air conditioning broke down twenty times? In Texas?” asked one of the shorter prospectives.
“Uh, I wasn’t here last year, but I have heard that,” I admitted. “It broke down a couple times last semester, but just for a few hours. Nothing horrible.”
“Yes, after the near riot that occurred when the a/c blew during finals week last May, they did try their best to fix the problem,” said Bob.
“A near riot?” said one mother.
“Did you say there was no a/c during finals?” said another.
Bob continued with his litany of apologies and backhanded compliments. “Yeah, the two security call boxes we passed were broken, but campus safety isn’t a primary concern out here in the middle of nowhere.” And a few minutes later, “Yes, enrollment has been sliding, but what’s great about that is it’s easier to get the classes you need! Though
there are rumors of faculty lay-offs, I’m afraid.”
I watched Leandro shrug at Bob’s comments. “So you’re in the jock dorm? What do you play?” he asked.
“I’m a diver.”
His brown eyes lit up. “One of my favorite sports. I like watching divers.”
Hmm. Jim knew I was gay. Did he ask me to look my best because somehow he knew Leandro was gay, too? I looked up to meet Leandro’s gaze. “Yeah? I bet you don’t have time to watch diving with tennis practice. I heard you’re the terror of the junior circuit.”
“I was. I’m too old. I’m nineteen. I want to turn pro, but my family back in Portugal really thinks I should go to college.”
I nodded. He was older than me and just knowing that altered my comfort level. I didn’t feel like I could come across as the experienced college student like I tried with high school seniors.
Leandro kept pace with me, asking me an occasional question. My stomach fluttered every time he spoke.
“This is out of left field, but what cologne are you wearing?” he asked. “It’s awesome.”
“Uh, it’s by Narciso Rodriguez. My ex got it for me.”
“She’s got great taste.”
I laughed nervously. I had an opening to correct his pronoun usage right there, but held back. I’d mistaken friendliness from straight guys before for what it wasn’t.
“There’s Guthrie now,” said Bob. “You can see the faded and chipped paint. The facade of the library looks worn, too, doesn’t it? Well, that’s okay because it’s an historic building dating all the way back to 1984.”
There were some irritated gasps from some of the parents.
“Also, Splatzner Library has fifteen thousand volumes and is open late during exam periods!”
A tall parent raised his hand. “They told us at Rockland A&M that they have something like eighty-thousand books, and they’re open twenty-four-seven all semester long.”
I sighed and took a long look around me. I liked Cole State, but Bob wasn’t entirely wrong. The dreary campus grounds sported mostly dead plants if not barren earth. The drab concrete dormitories and lecture halls were beginning to crumble. The test scores of my class and the ones before it solidified its reputation as a bottom-tier safety school. There was even graffiti on the alumni house. Misspelled graffiti.