by Gavin Atlas
As I thought, when the tour ended, practically all the prospectives left without following up with the admissions counselors to schedule overnight visits. Bob told the tour group he had to cut out to catch an exciting concert at, of course, Rockland A&M, so I was left to give the families directions to the cafeteria or, more often, directions back to Beaumont.
Leandro lingered, and I reached out to shake his hand. At least I’d get to touch him for a second. “I guess we didn’t make much of an impression,” I said to him. “I’m sorry. It would have been great to have you around.”
Leandro narrowed his eyes at me. “Okay, level with me. What’s going on here? If this school is so hard up for money, why did they fly me all the way from Miami to see the place?”
“It’s a long story, but basically there’s an immensely rich alumnus who will give the school a huge amount of money if we have a top-ranked tennis team. Other teams, too.”
“Aha. Now it’s all clear…except for why that other tour guide was so negative.”
I hesitated to explain that the director of admissions had just broken off her relationship with Bob. I just said Bob had been going through a tough time recently.
Leandro folded his arms. “This place can’t be that bad. Or can it? What are you doing here, Nicholas?”
I shrugged as we headed toward the visitor parking lot. “I’m here because of the scholarship they gave me, but honestly, the school is not entirely full of fail. I like most of my professors. I’ve made some great friends.” Although they haven’t been around much, I added silently.
“What else?”
“It’s open-minded enough that I can be my—” I cut myself short. Even though he seemed nice, I couldn’t assume he was cool with gay people.
“Wait. What were you about to say?”
I let out another nervous laugh. “Just that it’s…an open-minded place.”
He gave me a big smile and a playful punch on the shoulder. “I think we’re on the same wavelength…like I hoped.”
“Really?”
His smile began to look a little wicked. “There might be a chance that I’d still enroll at Cole State, but it all depends on whether or not you’re a bottom.”
Instantly my face flushed. “Uh, ha ha, no comment.”
“Can I take that as a yes, I hope?”
My chest was tight with embarrassment mixed with pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. “Uh, I guess…yeah. Yes I am.”
“Oh, life is sweet. So where can we go so I can fuck your ass again and again until I’m convinced to join the Green Machine?”
“Wait, what? No. No sale, buddy. I mean, you’re gorgeous but come on, I just met you.” My breath came so rapidly I had trouble talking.
“Look at me,” he said as he tilted my chin upwards so I would meet his gaze. “Yep, your eyes are dilated. You want it bad.”
“That’s…That’s beside the point. I’ve never done a one-night stand type thing.”
“Okay,” he said as he put his arm around my shoulder. “I’ll dial it back, but can we do something? Do you have any video of you diving I could see?”
I didn’t hesitate. “That I can do.”
I had forgotten my roommate had a soccer tournament halfway across the state until I noticed the absence of his overnight bag. As I put in a burned DVD of a diving meet, I realized Leandro and I could be alone in my room all afternoon.
“Ohhhhkayyyyy,” Leandro said. “Look at you in that little bathing suit! And I thought you were driving me crazy in your shirt and tie.”
Hearing this was driving me crazy. This kind of praise from someone as hot as Leandro?
My coach began to talk on the video. “Nicholas, you under-rotated a bit. You need to get more air under you on your takeoff, okay?”
“Yeah, I’m not the best diver in the world,” I admitted.
“Don’t be modest. You’re great! Why do you guys take showers right after your dives? It’s so sexy.”
“The difference between the air temperature and the water temperature can make it hard to stay limber. The shower makes the change more gradual so you’re not too stiff for your next dive.”
“Nah, I think it’s to make me cream my pants. That’s the real plot.”
I could feel my face burn with heat. No one had ever flirted with me so forcefully, and my hard-on began to strain against my briefs.
Leandro watched another ten minutes of me diving, enraptured. He had one hand on his own bulge. With the other he gruffly stroked my back. “Dude, I have an idea. Could I maybe watch you take a shower?”
I barked out a laugh. “Oh, I don’t think so, buddy.”
“No, no, not naked. I want to watch you shower in your diving suit. That would be incredible.”
I warred with my sense of shame before nodding and pulling a suit from my chest of drawers.
“You’re not going to change in front of me?” Leandro asked as I put away my tie, a disappointed look on his face.
I smirked. “Hold your horses. I’ll invite you in momentarily.” I closed the door, turned on the water, stripped, and put on the dark blue diving suit.
As the water warmed, I stepped in and sighed to myself. Nicholas, you do know there’s no way he’s not going to get you naked, right? I thought to myself. It’s okay. You can handle that much.
“Okay, come in,” I shouted.
Leandro barged in impatiently. “Ohhhh, yes. Much better in real life than on video.” He whistled, and I felt myself blush again. “Now I need to run my hands over your arms and stomach. May I?”
“You’ll get your shirt wet.”
“Not if I take it off.” He slipped his red polo shirt over his head, and he ran a hand down his smooth, ripped torso. “Tennis players need a lot of muscle these days,” he said, running his tongue over his lips. Guys who knew they were hot usually turned me off, but damn, if his body didn’t have me mesmerized.
He stood as close to the tub as he could without actually climbing in. He ran his hands over my stomach and my sides. There’s no way he could have missed seeing my erection. With the curtain open, water went everywhere, but I didn’t care.
He ran his fingers through my hair. “Just beautiful,” he said. “I’m gonna put some of this shampoo on your head and massage your scalp. Would you like that?”
I shrugged. “Okay. You’ll get soaked, but that sounds nice.”
Leandro worked the lather in my hair for maybe forty-five seconds while I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. “Your cologne is still driving me mad,” he said. “I feel like I have to just…swallow you.”
I felt my swimsuit pulled down below my knees.
“Hey!” I said, but then I felt the warmth of Leandro’s mouth capture my dick. “Oh…my…God,” I whispered and then gasped. I opened my eyes and saw Leandro climb into the tub with his jeans still on, bending at the waist the whole time so he could kiss my stomach and my shaft. He knelt on the tub floor, eagerly sucking me and making appreciative noises. His hands had found their way to my ass, and he fingered me gently.
I groaned. With a roommate always around there was never a good opportunity to jerk off, and I hadn’t ejaculated in months. “Please,” I begged. “There’s no way I can handle this much stimulation.”
Now that Leandro’s hair was wet, he was even sexier. “Nicholas, you are so beautiful,” he said while stroking my dick with his left hand and rhythmically pressing inside my hole with his right. “I need to fuck you more than anything.”
“Stop,” I said, trying to get his hand off my cock. “I don’t want to come too fast.”
“Let me in, let me in, let me in,” he commanded. “Now!”
“Yes,” I said, gasping. “I give in. There’s a box of condoms under my bed.”
Instantly he stood, grabbed me around my legs and torso, and hoisted me in the air. In one move he stripped my suit the rest of the way off while stepping out of the tub. He practically ran to my bed, tossing me do
wn on the edge. Then he lifted my legs and spread them.
“Oh, yes. I can’t believe how gorgeous your ass is.” Leandro stripped off his pants as if they were on fire. I tried to sit up to retrieve the condoms, but he already had the box in hand along with my lube, and he simply pressed me back down to the mattress.”
“Mmmm, you’re tight,” he said as he lubed me with one finger. “I’ll go slow at first.”
When I saw how big his dick was, I felt quite relieved he’d toned down his manic drive to get inside me. I’d lost my virginity less than a year ago, and from the way people talked, it seemed I had less experience than the majority of eighteen-year-olds. I could see how excited he was from the rapid rise and fall of his chest, but he patiently lubed me in a circular motion, first with one finger and then after several minutes, two.
“I know you don’t want to come, but jerk off a little now and then,” he said. “It will help you relax so you’ll enjoy it more.” I did as he suggested, and a moment after he tested a third finger, he snapped up a condom and ripped off the wrapper.
“You’re shivering. Are you chilly?” he asked. “I should have let you dry off, Nicholas. I’m sorry. I’m just so horny for you.” As he entered me, he covered my torso with his. “Here, I’ll warm you up,” he said.
The experience was amazing. Why hadn’t anyone explained before that I should jerk off while getting fucked? It made taking the penetration, even from someone as endowed as Leandro, so much more pleasurable. He kissed and nipped at my chest while his fingers ran up and down my calves as they rested on his shoulders.
I began to moan and Leandro asked if he was hurting me.
“No, but I’m having to pinch off my dick so I don’t come,” I told him. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“Me neither,” he said. “Okay if I just plow your ass hard for a few seconds then?”
I nodded agreement.
“You’re a diver. I bet your legs are strong enough to do this. Wrap them around me and hold on tight.”
As soon as I did so, he began ramming in and out rapid-fire. His hands slid down my legs to my hips and to the small of my back. He lifted me entirely off the mattress. Holding me in midair, he pushed inside me all the way to the hilt. Each stroke nailed my prostate, and though I could barely handle the stretching my body was taking, I felt waves of pleasure radiate up to my teeth.
I moaned and grunted loud enough for my neighbors to hear, but I couldn’t stop myself. Beads of sweat replaced the water droplets on my forehead, and then I felt my orgasm begin. I shuddered as the endorphins surged, my come shooting onto my chest and neck in wave after wave. Leandro began to climax at the same time. He bent down to lower me back on the bed, groaning loudly and pumping at a fierce pace. Finally, he closed his eyes, grimaced and let out a huge growl. His body wracked with spasms, and his face went red with effort. As he collapsed on top of me with heaving gasps, I knew, even with my limited experience, Leandro was amazing sex.
He let out a loud exhale. “You know. I may have been kind of kidding before, but I can see myself at this school next year if that means I get to be with you.”
I gave him a cynical smile while I watched him tie off the condom. “Really? No, you’re not serious.”
“Yes, I am.” He put his lips on mine and lingered. It was the warmest, truest kiss ever, a kiss that spoke of an end to loneliness. “You’ve recruited me, Nicholas,” he said, running his hand through my damp hair. “Cole State, here I come.”
Claiming Danny
There was a small group of us over-fifty crowd, most of us coal miners, that huddled in a corner of the one gay bar in town and bitched about the stuck-up boys from the little liberal arts college who wouldn’t give us any. We always jawed on about what we would do to one of them if we ever got a chance. Then one day, I was there with a friend, Howard, and he told me something incredible.
“I fucked one of those Zayre College boys finally,” he said, his face just glowing. “Several times. He’s a fantastic bottom boy.”
“Well, you always have all the luck,” I said. I’m sure my tone told him I was both pissed and jealous.
He smiled. “Relax,” he said, “I’m your bud.” He handed me a phone number. “His name is Danny.”
“Say what?” I yelled. “You’re sharing him with me?”
“It’s his fantasy. He wants guys like us to nail him. Don’t ask him if you can screw him. Just take it like you own it.”
The idea of an easy bottom with that kind of fantasy blew my mind. In a small town where everyone knows everyone, that kind of thing never happened. “Oh, man,” I said, still not sure this could be for real. “I…might finally get a Zayre boy.”
Howard laughed and handed me some change, then pushed me in the direction of the phone booth.
“I heard about your ass from a friend,” I said on the phone as soon as the boy said hello, “So I’m on my way over to fuck it.” Just like that, Danny gave me directions. He asked me what I wanted him to wear when I showed up. “Nothing,” I said, expecting him to balk. I didn’t imagine anyone would allow himself to be vulnerable enough to get naked for a voice on the phone.
When I arrived at his off-campus apartment, his door was unlocked, the room barely lit, and oh my God damn—he lay on the edge of the bed nude with his legs in the air. He was lubed up, and there was a condom beside him waiting for me. I hadn’t seen him around before. He was much hotter than any of the Zayre boys that came to the bar. I kid you not when I say I’d never seen such a plump, fuckable rump in my life. But there it was, just being offered up to me.
I looked all right for my age, but no one as gorgeous as this fellow had ever given me a second glance even when I was young. I couldn’t believe this smooth, muscled young man was giving up his beautiful backside so easily to me. I owed Howard a beer for this. Ten beers. Hell, a life supply. I couldn’t stop staring at his upturned hole and the pink ring surrounding it.
I have this odd habit of keeping track of my speed record—how long it takes from the time I meet a guy until I get my dick in his ass. Until Danny, my record was about two hours—some time to get the guy tipsy, some time to get him home and out of his clothes, and then some foreplay.
I got Danny’s ass in less than sixty seconds. After that long stare, I just unzipped, wrapped up, and stuck it in hard.
He gasped a protest at my sudden entry and struggled away from my dick. “Easy,” I said, trying to soothe him by rubbing his stomach. I knew with my girth that I should have slowly worked my way inside him, but I couldn’t resist a deep first thrust. Considering the way he introduced himself to me, I had to show him an equally enthusiastic greeting.
Even with gradual strokes, he was still gasping like a weightlifter with too many pounds on the barbell. I pulled out to give him a break. He exhaled in relief, but kept his soft ass obediently in the air.
I turned on a light so I could get a better look at his beautiful pink hole. I massaged it with my finger without penetrating. I just rubbed the surface, trying to make Danny relax his muscles so I could do what we both wanted so badly. He was tight which was surprising knowing that Howard was fucking him.
In the light I saw how truly good looking he was. He was compact but built, just like I liked them. He had short frat boy hair, sandy blond, and innocent green eyes. I spent hardly any time looking at his face though, because I was so mesmerized by his perfect, hairless hole. I wanted back in like mad.
After a couple minutes of rubbing and cooing to him about what a nice ass he had, I put my hard-on to him again. As I pushed in, he gave a quick “unh!” and tilted his head back in effort.
“C’mon, Danny,” he’d told himself. “Take it! You can be a good boy!” The way he urged himself to take my dick was fuel to the fire. I couldn’t help but speed my pace. “Oh my God,” he said, “yes, sir!” I hadn’t had sex in a while, and I came quickly, the jolt of orgasm running down my spine. Once I caught my breath, I almost asked if I could g
et him again when I remembered what Howard said. I didn’t have to ask.
“I want another crack at that ass,” I informed him, putting on another condom, and he simply gave me a “yes, sir” and lifted his legs up once more. I already knew the hunger for him was stronger than an addiction.
I called him several days in a row, and each time when I arrived he was nude and lubed up. Even after two full weeks, my cock still raged for his hole. Every moment my penis was inside him was bliss beyond words. During one visit, I realized just how much of my time Danny was taking from me, and it made my pumping get faster. It was a sudden epiphany. Danny hardly ever said a word except “yes,” and yet somehow he’d made me spend all my free time in him. He was the one who wanted to be controlled, but it felt like he had the upper hand. I knew it was my decision, but somehow it didn’t feel like I had a choice whether or not I fucked him.
There were times when Danny definitely did not have a choice. He was on all fours on the mattress, a position that made him more than sore. If he kept saying “yes” to me all the time, he’d have to get used to it. He buried his head in a pillow, trying to muffle his groans. The insides of his ass constricted my dick. I piston fucked him, my hands positioned on his taut, smooth back. I went as fast as his tight asshole would let me, but not as deep as I could. I wanted him to enjoy his lesson in doggy-style.
I felt Danny’s ass tighten further as he came closer to climax. Ever obedient, he clenched his dick and pinched it to keep from coming. His ass was making me close to my own orgasm so I gave him permission.
“Okay, boy, come this time,” I whispered, almost breathless. He always tried to keep from coming. If I wanted to fuck him again later, it would hurt less if he didn’t come, so he tried his best to prevent it. But he couldn’t fight it. He exploded with an enormous and exhausted moan. His muscles squeezed my cock harder with his ejaculation, and I couldn’t help but spill deep inside him.