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  LAST DAYS OF SUMMER

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Jock Games: Playing for Keeps

  Cabana Sex with Jake’s Bro

  Screwing his Roommate

  JOCK GAMES: PLAYING FOR KEEPS

  ONE

  His name was Dan.

  When he walked into our dorm room lounge he didn’t just wander in – he swaggered into our space and slipped right past me without a word, attitude and arrogance dripping off his back. He acted like he owned the place.

  He reeked of varsity-jock entitlement.

  My thoughts went into high-gear: well-bred, rich, straight, big cock, definitely a jock – football or basketball was my guess – and clearly the partying type. One by one, second by second, the labels began to stack up in my mind. Looking at him wander around, his infectious energy spewing everywhere, it was clear that my rooming experience was going to be a challenge. I had been expecting a laid-back quiet dude to show up. Instead, I got six feet of hard muscle, red-hot looks and an impossible attitude.

  I wasn’t sure what I hated the most:

  He was unapologetic about his arrogance;

  He looked like a million bucks;

  He had me horned up in barely a minute;

  And worst of all: he was me... Only better!

  On campus, I am the guy who swaggers around and gets all the attention. With Dan around, I was sure that would all change. Heck, he even had my attention – that never happens! A pretty little bird once told me all about loving and loathing simultaneously, but until Dan showed up, I had no idea what the chick meant.

  Talk about contradiction!

  Five minutes... That’s all it took for him to give me enough details – through body language alone – to know that he was hot shit, not to mention, a guy to be reckoned with. I knew that I would have to step up my game if there was ever any hope for me to remain a top dog around campus.

  “I’ll take that one,” Dan said, once he was finished scoping out our pad. He was referring to my room. It did not surprise me at all that he went after it. Out of the two rooms available, I had taken the largest.

  First come, first serve, was what I felt compelled to say but with him towering over the entrance, I suddenly lost my voice. Reluctantly, I looked over at the smaller room to my right and contemplated how bad it really could be. When I turned back to him, our eyes both drifted down to the pile of stuff that I had already placed on the floor – luggage, football gear, my laptop and some other shit – and I took that opportunity to set him straight.

  “Actually, I got my stuff in here,” I said.

  He looked me over with disapproval but I didn’t give a shit. I stood my ground. If he wanted to swagger into my world and be somebody, then he would have to damn well earn his place! The nerve of him... Did he think he could just stake his claim wherever he wanted? I was the big cock on campus – not him.

  What a fucking jerk.

  An insanely hot jerk, sure... But still a jerk in any event.

  Perhaps it was the animosity that had mounted, in haste I might add, but I suddenly had my swagger back.

  Dan surrendered but he didn’t seem pleased. The look on his face said it all. I still felt a sense of pride well up in my gut when he finally took the second room.

  That’ll fucking show him, I thought to myself.

  Overall, it took five minutes to size each other up and another five to become rivals.

  With the larger room back in my control, anger inevitably gave way to lust. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. When he began to lug his stuff from the lounge into his tiny room, going back and forth without saying a word, his muscles strained in what became a beautiful display of perfection. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts, a white polo, a ball cap and flip flops. Each time he bent over to grab something, I managed to steal a peek. His arm muscles burst out of his polo shirt, threatening to tear the sleeves, and the layers of muscle on his backside, nape of neck to ass, were perfect. His calves also looked inviting enough to warrant a bunch of stares. I could easily see myself licking them all over.

  He abruptly stopped laboring over his stuff when he caught me looking. The mirror on the hallway closet sliding door gave me away.

  “What?” he barked.

  He still sounded angry.

  “Nothing,” I said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable again. Unlike before, I now had wood between my legs and I sure as hell didn’t want him to see it.

  “You’re staring,” he said, point blank.

  I felt a rush of endorphins rise up in my gut. Yeah, of course I was staring! Was it such a crime? I wanted to make a move, as strange as that would have been – going from hate to hot in such a short amount of time – but I played it neutral instead.

  “I’m staring at your stuff,” I said. “Did you move your whole damn house out here?”

  He glared at me for a few seconds and then went back to work.

  “Mind your own business,” he said as he lugged a duffel bag over his shoulder.

  That’s when I lost my wood. The arrogance-routine had long since gotten old and frankly, it was boring.

  I marched over to him once my boner was completely gone.

  “Dude... What’s your deal? I’m just trying to be friendly.”

  He stopped working again and then threw his hands casually onto his waist, kind of like how construction guys do it. It looked real macho and I started to get hot and bothered again. There was something about him.

  “Look, I just want to get my shit done. Okay?”

  “Bad day?” I asked as I picked up a duffel bag off the floor and thrust it in his direction.

  His glare softened as he took the bag from me.

  It was a baby step, if you could even call it that, but a step in the right direction nonetheless. Anything to tear down his rock-hard demeanor.

  “This school’s shit!” he barked.

  “Why’s that?”

  “Professors. Counselors. Tuition. Classes. Take your pick,” he said as he threw the duffel bag into a corner. Glass shattered as soon as the bag hit the wall.

  “Fuck!” he groaned. “Add wasted cologne to that list.”

  I couldn’t help but grin as the scent of his cologne began to waft through the air. It was cool and edgy, just like him.

  “What?”

  “Dude... Chill out. This stuff always works itself out.”

  He didn’t seem so convinced.

 
I had no idea what was going on with him but I decided to take the high road and break the ice.

  “I’m Trevor,” I said as I extended out my hand.

  “Dan,” he mumbled and then slapped his hand into mine and then quickly retrieved it.

  The guy had a serious attitude problem but I was still willing to help him so over the next twenty minutes or so we lugged the rest of his stuff into his room. Manual labor provided the ideal bonding experience that idle conversation could not accomplish. Once we were done, we grabbed some beers from the fridge and kicked back in the lounge. I think the beers, more than anything else, scored me tons of brownie points because as soon as he got a cold bottle into his hands, his mood shifted.

  “Good stuff, bro...” he said once he drowned the last of his beer.

  “No worries,” I said before I took another swig of mine. I was barely halfway through my bottle.

  He kept a steady eye on me, which got me a little nervous, and then he came at me like a ton of bricks.

  “Cock or ass?” he asked.

  “Huh?”

  I could only manage one word without choking on my beer.

  His gaze was filled with curiosity. I wondered what was running through his head as I pondered his bizarre question.

  My heart began to race once I clued in. Had I been right all along – did he do the nasty with dudes?

  Dan quietly got off the sofa and went back to his room, leaving me to dwell in my own torment of thoughts. When he finally reappeared, he dangled a pair of worn briefs around his finger and then he tossed them into my lap. They landed in my crotch.

  “We’ll see what you are,” was all he said before he offered up a quick wink and headed for the door.

  Once he was gone I took his briefs into my hands. They were warm, which meant that he had just handed me the underwear that he’d been wearing.

  “Well played,” I whispered to myself as I let my fingers roll around in the fabric of his briefs. My gaze remained fixated on the door as I contemplated Dan’s strange question: cock or ass?

  I chugged down the rest of my bear while his underwear was still hot in my fist and I contemplated what sort of game he was playing.

  Whatever the game, it was hot.

  I had wood between my legs again but even better, I was more than just turned on, I was also intrigued. Nobody had ever gotten me as wound up as he had.

  TWO

  The next two weeks were pure hell.

  Dan never once brought up the underwear incident nor did he ask for his briefs back. I tried to sneak in a few advances, if you can call lingering stares and casual invites out to the bar ‘advances.’ Nothing worked. He was tighter than a clam, unwilling to open up, even for just a moment. It was as if the underwear incident never happened.

  I was confused. Better yet – irritated.

  When Dan tried out for football, anger replaced lust and I started to hate him all over again. He had a sneaky way of invading my territory. I didn’t care so much that he tried out; the problem was that he was awesome and everybody went nuts for him. The guys were suddenly all ‘buddy’ with him. Dan even had the coach whipped. I had to work my ass off to be taken seriously but our generally unimpressed coach immediately took Dan under his wing. I swear: Dan must have been a football god in a past life because, for better or worse, he truly was that good. The guy had moves – even I had to admit that – but those very moves still made me look bad.

  The anger didn’t always last. I still bounced around from loathing to lusting. Sometimes I felt both. Experiencing simultaneous lust for two minutes when I first met him was bearable but to experience it over the span of two weeks – pure torture.

  One afternoon, I finally had enough and I confronted him.

  “You’re a dick, you know that?” I said as I splashed water all over myself.

  We were sitting on the bleachers near the football field. Practice was over and it was just the two of us.

  He had a smug grin on his face. “Why’s that?”

  I couldn’t stand that look on his face so I turned away and gazed out at the field.

  That was a good question – why was he dick?

  He got me all hot for him and left me hanging. That made him a dick.

  He kept on getting into my face. That also made him a dick.

  Of course, admitting that I hated him because he had come in and taken over my territory in all but two weeks would have made me look weak so I said nothing. Seriously though, last year all the guys – and the coach – were all about me. Now they were all about Dan. Even the chicks were taking notice. Quietly and without much notice, Dan had quickly become the IT guy on campus. The worst part: I still liked him. Even worse: all I could think about was tapping his ass.

  I didn’t bother to answer him back.

  “What’s wrong?” he teased. “Trevor suddenly feeling all lonely?”

  He knew exactly where to hit me – another good reason to call him a dick.

  “Go fuck yourself...” I said and then got up. Why I even bothered to get into it with him was beyond me. Plain and simple, Dan was a dick and he just got under my skin. Nothing else needed to be said about the matter.

  Before I could break away, he asked again, “Cock or ass?”

  I spun back around.

  “What the fuck do you mean – cock or ass?” I felt the muscles in my face tighten as I replied back.

  I had been contemplating the question non-stop over the last two weeks.

  He started to grin again.

  “What the fuck are you laughing at?” I barked.

  “It’s a simple question Trevor, really... And, you know what I’m talking about.”

  I clenched my jaw. “Okay, you answer it then!”

  He looked me squarely in the eye. “Ass,” he said without flinching.

  I frowned.

  Ass – was he serious? I figured him to be on team cock. In another words: a top.

  Then it hit me. Tops fuck ass and bottoms take cock.

  The fucker was after my ass!

  Taking it up the ass is hot. But, bending over for Dan? There was no way in hell!

  “Ass,” I finally replied, meeting his penetrating gaze with a stare down. I was ready to nail his butt to the wall. I still did not know what ‘ass’ meant to him. Regardless, I fully intended to spread him wide apart, stick it to him hard and put the fucker in his place.

  He took his sweet-ass time to digest my response, as if thinking long and hard about it was necessary.

  “Whatever,” I said and then turned to leave but then he got up and grabbed my shoulder.

  As if by reflex, I stared at his crotch as he got up. The inviting bundle of cock and balls warranted a quick glance.

  “Meet me back at the dorm,” he said. “Twenty minutes.”

  It sounded more like an order than a request.

  “Can’t,” I said.

  “Why?” he asked, looking me dead in the eye again.

  I looked out at the field again.

  “Because.”

  I wasn’t about to let him order me around, but he persisted.

  “Why?”

  “Because!”

  I was fully aware of how lame I sounded. I wanted to go back to the room, no question, but the way it was all going down, I didn’t want to give into his demands. In my perfect world, I was supposed to be the one making all the demands.

  He narrowed his eyes and then softly bit his lip, like he was lost for words. He might have been let down, but he definitely didn’t show it. That stupid grin was still all over his face.

  “Okay,” he said, receding and then he threw his hands up. “Too bad.”

  “Yeah,” I said. “Too bad.”

  Pangs of desperation tugged at me in that moment. The time had finally come to do the nasty with Dan – what the hell was I doing blowing him off? I wanted to give in. And I almost did... But something stopped me. Pride. I could not allow Dan to have the upper hand in this instance. It was bad enou
gh that he had gotten it everywhere else. Even though I could not remember a time when I had been hornier, I just could not do it. My pride, however, did nothing to stop my imagination from going into overdrive. I wondered what would go down if I did go and meet him.

  “Later, bro,” was the last thing he said before he took off.

  As he made his way down the bleachers ahead of me, I felt like a cat in heat. I watched his back muscles flex and his jock ass bounce around in those shorts of his the entire time he jogged down the field.

  What a sight that was.

  THREE

  Twenty minutes later, I was freshly showered and back at the dorm.

  I decided that pride would simply have to take a back seat. Actually, the wood between my legs decided that for me. Dan was too hot to resist. Once and for all, I had to find out if he would let me tap his ass. And after what I saw as I watched him hustle down the football field – those bouncy butt cheeks – every ounce of resistance gave way to the wild beast.

  Dan was nowhere in sight when I entered the lounge.

  And he wasn’t in his room.

  I pretty much lost it at that point. I had my chance at the football field and I blew him off. When I looked over at Dan’s bed, I felt a sting of regret. Instead of doing the nasty with him, I was hanging around our place like an idiot with a hard on.

  When I felt a blunt slap on my shoulder and I jumped and nearly blanked out.

  “I said twenty minutes,” Dan said as he came up behind me.

  I slowly turned to face him and found him chugging down Gatorade. I was fully aware of how lame I looked hanging around his room and I could think of nothing clever to say to salvage what was left of my pride.

  “I’m getting my bag,” I said, blurting out the first thing that came to mind.

  Dan chuckled. “Oh yeah? Are you keeping your bag in my room now?”

  I could feel my face turning red. I didn’t need to check it in the mirror. I knew the feeling. I gulped the knot in my throat.