It was late, nearly one in the morning, when the party at the old house rented by Ye Joon and Alejandro transitioned into that phase where voices grew low, the music became more experimental, and there existed a sexual tension in the air. The back porch spanned the small house, and at one end Ryker played DJ, segueing from one song to the next, while at the other end sat the two kegs, one pumped dry. It was the first party of the new year, and most of them were art majors, although there were several from music, theater, and architecture.
Emily, Ryan and Taylor standing in the corner of the rear yard, were theater majors. Ryker was in the music department, along with Louis, Mary, and Bella, sitting in a circle to one side of the yard. On the other side, on a bench, sat Aiden and Travis, architecture majors who found more in common with the art students than with their own classmates. And scattered around the yard, sitting on the porch with legs dangling off, and in the house, crashed out in one room or another, were over forty others, art majors in their second or third year, out to express themselves in ways other than pencil or paint or clay. They flirted with each other, teased with what could happen later, with smiles, nods, and small gestures. Ryan flirted with Mary, then twenty minutes later, he was flirting with Alejandro. There were no pretensions of gender roles, of sexuality being black and white, everyone wanting to play in the gray zone, to experiment or do those things that they were afraid to try in high school. Everyone was game; everyone was available. Everyone except Aiden. They knew to leave Aiden alone, for he was taken. The one chosen, that belonged to the two that intrigued the others, and for some, scared them.
The screen door swung open and they came out, arm in arm, laughing at something said inside. Devin and Nova. They that possessed Aiden, that made him smile, blush at times, but always brought out a sexual ambiguity that some of the others found frightening.
Nova was six feet tall, a woman who could have been a model, with her dark, exotic looks, and hair left natural, an afro that seemed to halo her head. But instead of a halo of light, it was dark, mysterious, something to frighten boys not yet men. She laughed with a wickedness that Devin seemed to provoke, and she wore more jewelry than clothes, her body always threatening to slip free. And with her platform boots that came above the knee, covering more flesh than her top or skirt, she was taller than Aiden at six foot one and Devin at six foot four. Some of the guys steered clear of them for their height alone, intimidated by the way they towered over them.
Devin was an artist, true in every aspect of it, with his casual loose dress, and provocative demeanor. He touched the person in which he was speaking, making a connection they would not be aware until later, rubbing the spot of contact. And he kissed Aiden as freely as he kissed Nova, leaving those not in the know to speculate about whom he preferred late at night, tearing about in his bed. As mentioned, he was tall, one of the tallest in the department, and possessed a natural masculine build, that he revealed in ways that left the others wanting more. Shirts undone or tank tops so big he could easily slip out of them, pants that fit snug and shorts so loose as to nearly fall from his narrow waist. He drank with enthusiasm, Irish Whiskey or bourbon aged to perfection in the hills of Kentucky, and seemed to never eat enough to sustain life, picking at his food, or stealing a bite off someone’s plate.
Then there’s Aiden, the one waiting for their summons; androgynous, pretty, with light brown hair, blue eyes and dimples that make him look boyish, far younger than his twenty-one. And he was lean, with long legs, arms and neck that gave him a simple grace in his movements that defied his height. He was six foot one and weighed less than one hundred fifty pounds, which was accentuated by his dress. A white banded collar shirt buttoned all the way up and black jeans. And he always blushed at Nova’s sly comments and Devin’s provocations.
Devin led Nova down the steps and into the yard, motioning to Ryker a signal to change the music, as they made their way to Aiden. Travis eased up, and strolled away, trying to act nonchalant, pretending he was not one intimidated by them. Aiden looked up at them and smiled.
“Let’s dance,” said Nova, holding out her hand, with gold and silver bracelets clinking together.
Aiden, still smiling, revealing his perfect teeth, took Nova’s hand, letting her lead him to the center of the backyard. Ryker nodded to Devin and the music segued from a slow electronic piece to rock n’ roll from the sixties. Upbeat, a perfect rhythm and ultimately a protest song of a war most knew nothing about. As the familiar intro began, the guitar getting louder, the drums a soft backdrop at first, then the bass, building, building, until the vocals, distinctly British. “…a storm is coming…”
Nova danced between Aiden and Devin, the three moving in unison, hips swaying, arms moving out, and around, close to touching each other, but never doing it. Devin was behind Nova, their bodies undulating in parallel while Aiden was Nova’s partner, facing her, faces at times so close, so very close. They would smile mischievously while eyes stared at each other.
The guys sitting around the backyard watched, unable to turn away. They were drawn to it as a moth to a flame. Destructive, lurid, exotic. Sexual. Some adjusted cocks that began to harden in tight jeans, imagining they were Aiden or Devin, that it was them dancing with Nova. She enticed them, haunted their dreams till emissions wet their crotches and they woke in a sweat. Some wanted to ask Nova out, imagined scenarios they could get her alone, away from Aiden and Devin. They wanted her to do them, to take them, in ways they were too afraid to admit.
But there were other guys who had gained Nova’s attention, allowed themselves to be taken by her. Most now avoided her, afraid, or ashamed, the memory of the way she used them a challenge to how they viewed themselves. She had been playful, a bit bawdy at first, then she allowed them to do things they only fantasized about. They fucked her pussy, and when she rolled over, they penetrated her tight ass and fucked while she talked so nasty, they didn’t last long, unable to hold out. Then she surprised them, handcuffed their hands together, rolled them to their stomachs, telling them to wait, to be still, that she had another surprise for them. She came back, the harness around her waist sporting ten inches of thick black cock, realistic in every detail. Some felt secret desires about to be fulfilled, others stammered and beg her to let them go. The latter she freed, cutting them loose, but the former, she mounted and fucked until she was wet, with orgasm after orgasm soaking the harness as the guy came into the mattress.
Around the perimeter of the yard, Aiden and Devin knew which guys had submitted, for they saw the glazed looks by those that would do it again, allow Nova to strap one on and fuck them to orgasm. Then there were the ones embarrassed, afraid to admit how fucking aroused it had made them to be bound, face down, and Nova fucking the shit out of them. They knew Nova told Devin and Aiden and they avoided any eye contact or situations where they would be alone with any of the three. Even boyish Aiden scared them…probably more than Nova.
But some guys watched Aiden, lured by his androgynous appearance, the way he defied gender roles and seemed so innocent, knowing the lie of it, for they had heard the rumors. And it aroused them to think of it, fantasizing about it, putting themselves in bed with him. They watched, seduced by the tall, lean boy, for that is how they thought of him, even though he was as old or older than most at the party. They wanted to go and dance with him, to get close, feel their bodies bump and grind together. A fantasy not to be fulfilled.
Aiden and Nova spun around, trading places, putting Aiden in the middle, and other fantasies developed, came to life in guys turning red, hearts pounding and cocks hardening. She turned Aiden to face Devin and moved up behind him, the top in their little game. She laughed as she moved her crotch up near Aiden’s little round ass and whispered in his ear. Devin moved up close, their faces an inch apart. It looked as if Aiden and Devin would kiss, their lips nearly touching. Those watching wondered why they didn’t kiss, believing the rumors they heard, that it was Aiden and Devin who were really together, the two that fucked, and everyone knew it was Devin on top. They couldn’t imagine it any other way.
As the three moved as one, seductively, movements far too familiar, those that watched felt their own sex, the stirrings that made them embarrassed, envious, or simply aroused. Ben came out of the house and watched them. He had begged Aiden to invite him, having heard the rumors about Ye Joon and Alejandro’s parties. The music, the diversity of the group, and how nearly all were in one of the arts. But it was the sexual nature of the party that made him begged Aiden to tell him where this party occurred and when. He had no trouble with hooking up, girls or boys, with his black hair, dark skin tone and brown eyes. He lured them with his cocky, self-assured attitude, and had his way with them in his bed. He had gone around the house checking out who was at the party, sat on the front porch with a guy from the art department, then a girl from music, but returned to the backyard, once again laying eyes on Nova, feeling a stirring of desire he had not felt in a long time.
Travis sat on the porch, legs dangling over the side as he watched the three. He focused on Aiden, the one he had finally got to be in the same studio. He dated girls, and fucked boys late at night, struggling with which he wanted. But Aiden, this androgynous boy who was so pretty it took his breath away, he wanted more than anyone. He would come out as gay for Aiden. He would be on top, or on bottom, whatever Aiden so desired. He watched how Aiden moved between Nova and Devin, while adjusting his hardening cock, fantasizing it was he behind Aiden, moving up against that perfect round ass.
Philip sat next to Travis, holding out a fresh cup of beer. “You need a refill,” he uttered and was pleased to see him take it without protest. “I’m Philip, by the way.”
“Philip, yes, I remember. You’re Ryker’s friend.”
“Yes. So, you’re an Architecture major?”
“Yes; and you?”
“I’m in the music department with Ryker.”
“Of course.”
Philip looked across the rear yard where Travis was staring, knowing it was Aiden he was watching. And he knew how futile it was to want Aiden. He looked at Travis out of the corner of his eye, and struggling with his innate shyness, built up his courage, fortified by the beer.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Yes.”
“Are you gay, or bi? I don’t mean to imply something if you’re not, but…”
“I’m gay,” Travis whispered in a flat tone, not out of embarrassment, but out of some feeling of defeat, that what he wanted was out of reach.
“Good…but…hey, I see how it is.”
“What do you mean?” Travis replied, finally turning from Aiden to look at him.
“Aiden. Nearly everyone wants him, and if not him, then Devin. Hell, I’ve wanted him.”
“Why is it we want the one that is unobtainable?”
“I don’t know. But he is one of the most intriguing guys here. Look at how Nova and he dance. Geez. No wonder there are the rumors about them floating around.”
“But there’s no secret about his cock,” Travis replied, nonchalant.
“What?”
“You don’t know?”
“No.”
“Last spring, Taylor walked in on him in the bathroom and somehow or another, got a shot of him holding it while trying to finish pissing, begging Taylor not to do it.”
“Seriously?’
Travis pulled out his phone, feeling a bit embarrassed he still had it, but knew he wasn’t the only one. He scrolled through images until he found it and handed his phone to Philip.
“Fuck. It looks…”
“Six or seven inches flaccid? Yep.”
Looking up, across the yard at Devin, “Devin, you lucky bastard. But everyone says Aiden is a bottom?”
“Who knows. Since arriving on campus, he’s only been with Devin. They met a week into the first semester of freshman year and have been inseparable. Well, except for Nova.”
“Do they have three ways?”
“I don’t think so. I always see Nova leave with someone else, while Aiden and Devin leave together.”
“So, they are a couple?”
“You heard the rumors that say otherwise? That is just some wanting to think they have an opportunity.”
“Travis?”
“Yeah?”
“I came over to ask; will you go out with me. Dinner or something?”
“Really? You want to go out, with me?”
“Yes.”
The music changed again, with an atmospheric sound. Then a bass beat began. “go…go…” The rhythm was perfect. Seductive. Sexual. Aiden turned and Devin wrapped and arm around his neck, pulling their bodies together as they moved to the rhythm. Devin nipped at Aiden’s ear and ran a hand up his chest. The music seemed to increase in rhythm, the sounds overlaying, mixing, and with swaying hips, Aiden’s hands moved down Devin’s thighs, with Nova in front, close, so very close.
“Fuck; look at them,” said Ryker to Bella and Mary, who had come over to watch him, and make suggestions of their own.
“That’s the most seductive I’ve seen Aiden and Devin get in a long time,” said Bella.
“Remember that Halloween party freshman year?” asked Mary.
“Oh, YES! I do,” Ryker replied. “Aiden really surprised everyone, destroying his innocent little boy image. Fuck, I forgot about that.”
“God…I’d fuck both of them,” exclaimed Bella, laughing to make it sound a joke, but Ryker and Mary knew it was no joke. They knew she would. They would too.
Another segue, with a song that started with a faster beat, and Devin released Aiden and the three danced around each other, heads rocking on necks, arms moving out, while hips moved bodies in old primitive ways.
“Ooh, oy, ooh, oy
I know something
is gonna happen, ooh oy…”
It was nearly three in the morning before Ryker put on the last song. Most were gone, except for the core group of friends and those that were pursuing them.
Ben approached Nova, cocky in his struct, sliding up next to her on the sofa, the only ones in the living room. She smiled at him, knowing what he wanted. She had seen him for the last two hours, always hovering nearby, unable to stop staring at her. There had been another guy she had considered pursuing, one of Devin’s friends from Theater, but he had left with another guy. Now this one was pursuing her, this one from Architecture, one of Aiden’s classmates, and she remembered his name: Ben.
“Did you have a good time?” Nova asked seductively.
“Yes, but I’m hoping for a better time later,” Ben replied, moving closer.
Nova liked that he was cocky, so self-assured, for they made the best kind to break. And she’d break him before dawn. “You want to come back to my place?” she asked, not wasting any more time.
“Yes,” Ben replied with a tone of glee, like a little boy getting a present.
Bella found herself alone with Alejandro, helping him clean up in the small kitchen. She had always liked him but never had the opportunity to approach him like this: alone, just the two of them.
“It was a nice party,” said Bella.
“Thanks.”
“Alejandro…I was wondering…” and she hesitated.
“You want to go grab some food, then…maybe…come back here to hang out with me?”
She smiled, glad to be finally noticed as more than a friend. “That would be nice.”
Ryker closed the last box of gear, securing the latches. He stood up to find Ye Joon next to him.
“Hey, nice party, as always,” said Ryker.
“Thanks, and we really appreciate you doing the music.”
“I contribute to the party where I can,” Ryker joked.
“I thought you would be hooking up with Bella or Mary.”
“No.”
Ye Joon moved closer, an old familiarity resurfacing between them. “You want to stay with me tonight? Like old times?”
Ryker smiled as he moved closer, only inches between them, “Like old times? It was only last spring.”
“True. What do you say?”
Ryker kissed Ye Joon. “Yes.”
Aiden followed Devin into the house, along the hall, passing the kitchen, and cutting through the dining room, then the living room. They waved at Nova, who was luring Ben into her grasp, and Aiden wondered if Ben should be warned about what to expect, then he thought of Ben’s cockiness and grinned at the thought of him having it tested.
“It’s been fun, but we’re out of here,” exclaimed Devin, as he held the front door open to let Aiden go out first.
There were a few others on the front porch, saying their goodbyes or making one last attempt at hooking up. Aiden saw their looks as they waved to each other. And he knew the gossip. The speculation of what was going on with the two of them, and he sped up to fall in beside Devin, grinning at how some of it was true, and some was not. Devin’s convertible sat at the curb, an old Lincoln Continental that cost a fortune to maintain, but one Devin refused to give up. With the top down, they climbed in to head back to Devin’s place, and if the truth was known, it was Aiden’s too, his dorm room bed not slept in since classes started.
Now it was the hour when passions were inflamed, arousals increased while clothes were removed for the exposure, the ability to touch naked flesh, and to bring it pleasure. There was so many experimenting, trying new things, or doing those things that gave them the greatest pleasure. Some concealed themselves in rooms with doors and curtains closed, while others left them open unconcerned about who would dare watch, almost tempting them to do so.
In a large apartment, one of the nicest in town, Ben was face down on the bed, cock still hard and dripping from the sex with Nova. She had given of herself, did those things he had heard rumor. Much to his embarrassment, he had came far too soon, to aroused by what Nova was letting him do, to hold back. Now he lay face down, hands tied together and secured to the headboard. His feet pulled to each corner at the foot of the bed and tied off. He heard Nova come back into the room and looked up to see her tall dark silhouette approach. When she turned to get on the bed, he saw it, a huge dildo protruding from the harness she was wearing. It looked a foot long and thick as his wrist. Suddenly, it became real, those other rumors he had heard, rumors of sex he secretly wanted to experience. But now he had second thoughts, wondering if he could do it.
“Nova…I’m not sure about this,” he uttered, the fear evident in his voice.
“You want me to release you? I will, and you can go home.”
He saw his options, and shook his head no, then buried his face into the pillow.
He shuddered when being stretched open. He bit the pillow when it felt like Nova was splitting him in half. With the push into his depths, he wondered just how deeply he could take it. Then he stifled his cries as Nova began to fuck, his whole body shivering as sweat beaded up on his flush skin. She pounded his ass, thrust with wild abandon, until he came again, soaking the mattress around his spurting cock.
Ye Joon knew how to do things that would make sex last all night. Torturous manipulations, caresses and the probing that kept one aroused. Fingers massaging muscles, twisting nipples, tugging on sacs, stroking cocks, and slipping into open mouths to get them wet before penetrating tight assholes. Assholes being prepared for when they would beg Ye Joon to fuck them. And Ryker knew every one. Each manipulation, and together in Ye Joon’s bed, they did them to each other.
Ryker lay on his back, knees up, fingers probing his hole, pushing in, twisting around, stretching, as another hand stroked his cock. He was leaking, and the hand moved slickly up and down till he was pushing upward with his hips. Ye Joon moved up between his legs, and he opened his eyes to watch him push his legs over until they pressed against his chest. Ye Joon lay heavily on top of him. He felt cock push at his entrance, then stretched him open, sinking into his depths. Then he was being fucked. Slowly at first, Ye Joon always making it last, pushing his arousal until he would beg to be fucked harder. And far too soon, he was begging.
Philip followed Travis, up the stair, down the corridor, the dorm eerily quiet. It was after four in the morning, and they were coming from the all-night diner, where each thought their night would end. But sexual desire, a lust for the other, primitive urges not to be denied, not on this night, found Philip following Travis into a dorm room.
Travis stopped by his bed and Philip came up behind him, circling the narrow waist while kissing the back of his neck. Hands slipped under Travis’ shirt and moved up the smooth stomach as bodies pressed together. One hand moved upward till rubbing over erect nipples while the other moved downward, slipping under loose jeans till fingers were combing through pubic hair, then touching Travis, manipulating his cock, making it grow more erect.
Philip kissed the spot behind the left ear and heard Travis moan. He worked at the front of Travis’ jeans, first the button then the zipper. He pushed everything down until the jeans and boxers lay around Travis’ ankles and he ground his crotch against the bare ass, making his cock harden. He took Travis in hand and stroked him until he felt hips rock back and forth, pushing the cock through his fist. He tugged upward on Travis’ shirt, stripping him of the last garment, wanting him naked. He guided Travis to turn and kissed him as his hands roamed over the lean body.
Travis pushed Philip back and began to undo his buttons, fingers working furiously to slip each one free. Philip watched him, stared at his expression which was so serious, eyes focused on their task until the shirt fell open and Philip helped him slip it from his shoulders. Then the fingers were undoing his jeans, spreading open the front and pushing down, fingers grasping everything: jeans and boxers. Finally, the two of them were naked, cocks angling out hard.
“Fuck me,” Travis whispered as he pulled Philip to his bed, guiding him to follow as he fell back on it.
Philip moved between the spread legs, lifted them to his chest as he scooted closer. Cock at Travis’ opening, he felt fingers dig into his thighs.
“Do it…fuck me…put it in me,” Travis uttered, breathlessly, and Philip pushed through the tightness and eased every inch of his cock into him. He moved slowly at first, pulled and pushed his cock through the tight ring of Travis’ opening, savoring the way it milked his cock. A grip that squeezed his cock from head to base. As Travis relaxed to his penetration, he increased his pace, worked his hips faster and faster, until the bed squeaked in protest.
Philip moved over Travis, blanketing the smaller body, pressing legs against chest, as he fucked with long fluid strokes. He pulled upward till nearly slipping free, then shoved inward bouncing his hips off the upturned ass. Hands came to his waist and he felt the fingers dig into his sides, desperate in their grip. Leaning down further, he kissed Travis, their tongues dueling, as he pumped cock into Travis’ depths.
Then Travis grew wild beneath him, panting, squirming, begging Philip to fuck him harder. One hand raked up his side, circled his neck, pulling him back down and Travis looked into his eyes with glassy eyes of his own.
“Fuck me…goddamn it, fuck me,” Travis commanded, no longer pleading. The hand moved up Philip’s neck till fingers were combing through his hair. They closed into a tight grip, and pulled his head back, arching his back, causing him to thrust into Travis’ depths harder. “Fuck me…pump it in me.”
The pain surge through Philip, the way Travis pulled at his hair. He felt it in his cock, how it aroused him, gave him a pleasure he couldn’t describe. Travis raked his other hand up Philip’s chest till it rubbed over hardened nipples, pinching down on one, then the other, giving it the added pain of a twist. Philip shuddered, and jammed his cock into Travis’ depths so hard the bed banged into the wall with every push. He fucked Travis until his muscles burned with his exertion. He fucked until he felt feverish, burning up. He fucked until he was shuddering with release, filling Travis’ hole with his load.
Philip had barely slipped free when Travis was on him.
“My turn,” Travis barked, as he flipped Philip to his stomach, straddled thighs and bore into his depths. Travis manhandled him, lay on his back with an arm around his neck. He ran a hand over the back of Philip’s head, who knew the pain to follow. With head pulled back and his left earlobe being bit, then tugged on, Philip shivered beneath the undulating body that was fucking him. He never dared think Travis was capable of such a fuck. So physical, animalistic, breeding him like a tiger, biting his bitch to hold her in place. He was hard again, cock pressed into the mattress with every push inward.
Philip was burning up, as he felt the sweaty body against his own. The contact was so hot, so wet, and the way Travis moved against him, he didn’t want it to stop. None of it. Not the fucking of his ass, the way Travis held him down, nor the pain mixed with the pleasure. Travis seemed able to fuck forever. Not once slowing, just hammering his insides, pushing inward all the way with every thrust. Philip felt his own arousal increasing until he knew he would come again.
Travis finally jammed cock into Philip’s depths and kept jamming hips against ass, as he bellowed with release. The way Travis hammered his ass and the feel of release by the shuddering body, drove him over the edge and he came again, pumping cum into the mattress until he was laying in a large wet area beneath him, one Travis would make him lick up, then sleep in, something he would do gladly, with Travis spooned to his back.
Aiden followed Devin toward the bedroom, each dropping an article of clothing as they went, while laughing and taunting each other. In the bedroom, both naked, cocks beginning to rise with their arousal, Aiden moved up against Devin. Lips pressed together with chests, stomachs and cocks rubbing together. Aiden reached between them and fondled Devin, toyed with his growing erection, stroking it, and fingering the head until Devin had to pull away.
Devin stepped back, sat on the bed, reaching out to Aiden. He led him to the bed, down on top of him, feeling the tall, lean body nestle between his legs. He knew the rumors, the assumptions about Aiden and him, how he had to be the one on top. But with Aiden, he found his desires to be different, his need in their sex to be him on bottom. Always on bottom, for Aiden had a way with him, with the initial slow penetration, then the fuck, one unlike any he had felt before. Aiden could do things for him none of his past partners could do.
Devin raised his legs, resting them against Aiden’s chest and lay back. He reached down blindly with head thrown back and eyes closed, until his fingers touched Aiden’s cock. He wrapped them around the thick shaft as best he could. Aiden was impossibly big, monstrous, with nearly a foot of cock that was so thick he couldn’t get his fingers around it. He toyed with the head as Aiden toyed with his hole, penetrating him with one, two then three fingers. He felt them stretch him open knowing it was never enough. When fingers slipped from his hole, he guided the thick cock to it.
Aiden pushed gently, slowly, penetrating Devin, stretching him open. It felt like a post was being shoved into his hole and he shuddered, as his skin grew wet and hot. He moaned, then cried out, as another inch bore into his hole. He knew he could take it, every goddamn inch, and before long he would again.
In their slow embrace, the first minutes of their intercourse, Aiden slowly sank into Devin’s depths. Then he fucked, slowly, tugging outward then pushing inward, feeling the tight grip of Devin’s hole as he worked his cock through it. He moved within Devin for a long time, until he felt hands holding his ass cheeks, pulling him to fuck faster. And he did, increasing his pace, driving into Devin harder, deeper, pushing every inch into him. His hips smacked against ass and the bed protested beneath them.
“Aiden…” Devin uttered, as he pushed with his hips, back arched off the bed.
Sunlight came filtering in as Aiden fucked, a steady rhythm for long stretches of time, impossibly long stretches that pushed Devin to the brink, then he would slow, shift position, and begin again. Sweat poured from his hair and trickled down his chest, his whole body on fire with his aroused state as he thrust cock into Devin’s depths.
Devin stretched out beneath Aiden, pushed against the headboard and held his head back, mouth open, eyes closed, as he felt the battering of his insides. Aiden made him see stars, banged his prostrate and pushed so deeply into his body, he didn’t know how he took it. His cock was so hard he ached for release as it drooled onto his stomach and smacked wetly against it. Aiden pushed his legs to one side, twisting his hips, and he knew how this fuck would play out, from so many times in the past year. He shuddered with the renewed fucking, the way Aiden bored into him, over and over and over. And he felt his release build, even though he never touched his cock, not once. It was Aiden’s way, pushing him through pain and pleasure until he couldn’t hold back. He came, crying out with his release, as his cock ejaculated wad after wad, spraying his face, chest and stomach with his cum. His hole spasm around Aiden’s thick cock, and every move of it through his opening only made his cum that much more intense. His cock kept flexing even when spent as Aiden moved faster, rougher, driven by the feel of his release, and the smell of it filling the room.
“OH…Devin…” Aiden cried out, shoving into his depths all the way, as he came.
Monday morning arrived as just another fall day on campus. Leaves covered the ground and the sky was crystal clear. The air felt dry, with a coldness only fall could bring. The students, in jackets and sweaters and sweatshirts, moved across the campus going to classes. There would be surprise exams, papers to turn in and in the architecture department, some would have a presentation, their projects pinned up for review. Over in the art department, students sat around still life arrangements or a nude model, drawing with pencil or charcoal. It was just another day, the weekend reduced to memory, gossip or taunts about some frat party out of control. As to the party, the one held by Alejandro and Ye Joon, there would be gossip and quite discussions about who hooked up with whom. And there would be those that kept their secrets, smiling at those that were bold enough to ask.
Ryker, Philip and Bella took a seat in their next class in the music department, each giving the other knowing smiles, none revealing their secrets from after the party. Especially Philip, who couldn’t think of his sex with Travis without getting a hard on. At the art department, Ye Joon and Alejandro brushed aside the inquiries of those who left early, those without the stamina to go the distance, refusing to reveal anything, knowing the rumors would be that much better about their little party. Coming into the building for their first class, Nova and Devin walked arm in arm, laughing at times as they whispered to each other about their mornings after the party, the two never keeping secrets from each other. And Devin laughed hardest, at hearing how the cocky Ben had begged Nova to fuck him, until she was exhausted, then begged her to let him come back to her apartment again. And he continued to laugh as Nova told how Ben was to come over that night and submit again, and this time she wouldn’t let him fuck her. Instead, she’d fuck him till he made another mess of the bed. Across campus, in the architecture department, Aiden and Travis pinned up their projects and took a seat at the back of the group, where they teased each other about both refusing to reveal what they did after the party. What Travis didn’t know, was Aiden knew already, having heard before how he was a real Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hide in the bed, gentle and calm one minute, all submissive to the other guy, then suddenly an aggressive bottom, and finally a more aggressive top. He couldn’t wait to see Philip, knowing how Travis had probably fucked the shit out of him. But he was more curious about Ben, who sat quiet on the other side of the room. There was something different about him, the cockiness not there. He looked tamed, and Aiden wondered if Nova had broken him, like some wild stallion broken for the saddle. He snickered to himself at the analogy, making Travis ask what was so funny.
So, you see, it was just another day on campus.
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