He positioned Dustin face down on the bed. Dustin hesitated, but let the man have his way. Jake grabbed his briefs and ripped them apart down the length of his ass crack. Dustin started to protest, but before he could voice any words, a hot, wet, thrilling sensation rocked through him.
Jake’s tongue explored Dustin’s ass, circling around his anus and brushing teasingly across the hole. Dustin shuddered. Getting rimmed drove him wild, yet almost never happened. He moaned each time Jake’s tongue brushed his hole. Interspersed with his moans, he heard the distinct sound of Jake jerking off.
Dustin felt precum pool in the tattered remnants of his underwear. Each deep probe of the tongue sent a shiver radiating from his sphincter, forcing more precum to seep out of his slit.
He grunted. Intense pleasure washed over him until he nearly shouted. Jake stopped and flipped Dustin over, ripping off the remains of his briefs and tossing them over his shoulder. He grabbed Dustin’s cock and examined it.
“I see someone enjoys my skills.” Before Dustin could give anything resembling an affirmative, Jake’s tongue danced over his cock, licking off all of the precum before taking the whole thing in his mouth. Dustin could no longer form words, only grunts and moans.
When Dustin felt close to ejaculating, Jake stopped. “I don’t want you to cum yet. I want you to suck me, bring me close first...”
“Okay.” Dustin licked his lips.
Jake hopped up, sitting on Dustin’s chest. Dustin explored the tight leather thong and its pronounced pouch with his hands. He found the small zipper tab and carefully lowered it. Jake’s rigid uncut cock, thicker than he could ever recall seeing, thicker than even Kyle’s, flopped out and landed on Dustin’s chest with a faint thump. A glistening drop of precum dribbled down, finding a resting spot near Dustin’s nipple.
He pushed his hands against Jake’s shaved ass, urging him forward. The monster of a cock poked the front of Dustin’s nose. He breathed in the scent, a mix of sweat and soap, and reached out with his tongue to lick it.
“Oh, baby.” Jake closed his eyes and pinched his nipples. “Suck it, baby. Take it all in, baby.”
Jake’s words spurred Dustin on. He sucked harder. Dustin grabbed the dick and pulled it toward him. Jake leaned forward to angle his rigid cock. Dustin took the head in his mouth, running his tongue around and around, over and up and down, then he wedged it between the head and foreskin. He bounced his head back and forth, sliding his tight lips over the edge of Jake’s bulbous head. Jake groaned and swore.
Dustin slid his mouth down as far as it would go, his jaw already aching from having to stay open so wide. He didn’t even get half of Jake in his mouth before he felt it hit the back of his throat. Dustin struggled to contain a cough.
“Don’t choke yourself, baby,” Jake said, eyes closed, still twisting his own nipples.
Jake slowly thrust his hips back and forth, moaning louder. Dustin felt Jake’s balls tense up—he was close—but then Jake pulled his dick out.
“Let’s finish in the shower.” He grabbed Dustin’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom before he could say anything.
Small and off-white, the bathroom looked yellow in the light cast from the naked bulb. Jake asked Dustin to stand in the tub while he got down on his knees in front of him. He took Dustin’s cock in his mouth again and quickly worked it up to the fervor he’d had going before.
His free hand explored Dustin’s ass, poking his finger into his anus, already well-lubricated with saliva from the rimming. He stuck it in deep, tapping against Dustin’s prostate, sending shivers through his body.
“I’m gonna cum!” Dustin shouted.
In response, Jake’s finger dug vigorously at Dustin’s prostate while his mouth worked his dick with an exuberance Dustin would’ve thought impossible. The intensity of pleasure surging through his body increased a hundred-fold as his orgasm cascaded down upon it. He put his hands on Jake’s shoulders to prop himself up as his joints turned to jelly. Dustin shot wave after wave into the warm wet mouth. Jake swallowed every drop as quick as it came.
After his balls emptied completely, Jake continued to lick and suck, but slower and gentler, still sending torturous pleasure rushing through his hyper-sensitive head. Finally, Jake stood up. He put his hand around Dustin’s head and pulled him in for a kiss, sharing a mouthful of cum he’d saved.
Dustin let his own fluid enter his mouth and coat his tongue. He swallowed as Jake’s tongue entered and swept the inside of his mouth, exploring the expanse. Jake’s body shook as his free hand furiously pumped his own dick.
With a nudge, Dustin fell to his knees in front of Jake’s rock-hard erection. Dark red, the swollen appendage throbbed, tense and ready to blow any moment. Dustin licked, but didn’t take him into his mouth, remembering the original chat. Jake wanted to cover his face in cum.
Jake’s panting moans turned into throaty wails. “I’m shooting! Fuck!”
Hot blasts of cum flew over Dustin’s face, splattering against his sweaty skin. Jake groaned as he continued to ejaculate, casting thick lines across Dustin’s skin. Cum pooled all over his face, running in rivulets down toward his chin and rolling off. He couldn’t open his eyes for fear of getting the stinging sensation of cum on his eyeballs.
“Mmm...” He couldn’t say more, barely managing to stop from grimacing.
“You’re a mess, baby.” Jake ran his fingers over the few dry spaces of Dustin’s skin. “You’re going to need a shower to wash that off.” A tentative tone edged the words. “Trust me.”
“There,” Jake said, softly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re one hot little twink.”
Dustin was in shock. He didn’t move and didn’t speak. He didn’t want to get anything in his eyes or mouth.
Jake chuckled. “I’ll turn on the shower. You can rinse your face. When you open your eyes, you’ll find soap and shampoo in the corner. Use as much as you want.”
Dustin nodded in acknowledgement. Moments later, hot, fresh, clean water fell upon him, rinsing away the filth. He opened his eyes. The clear shower door had been drawn shut and Jake had left the room. Dustin stood up and rinsed off as much as he could before applying copious amounts of soap and shampoo. He couldn’t stand the scent of Jake’s body wash, but he scrubbed relentlessly anyway, trying to scour away what he’d just done—every drop, every molecule, every memory.
Dustin reached a new low. Rick, back on Sunday, had been a bad hookup, just an average self-absorbed muscle-head. This was something else entirely. He regretted not turning and leaving when his first doubt struck him.
Skin red from scrubbing, Dustin turned off the water and stepped out of the tub, drying with a towel. He entered the bedroom and found Jake, dressed in what appeared to be an ambulance driver’s uniform, straightening the bedspread.
“Hey, baby.” With a huge grin, Jake walked over and kissed Dustin deeply, forcing his tongue in and over his own. He felt a rough hand tug his dick a few times.
Dustin forced a smile. He just wanted to get out of there and the easiest way to do so would be to play along, yet make no plans for a future meet.
“That was...new.” Dustin picked up his ripped briefs and looked at them. He found a trashcan with at least one other pair of torn underwear in it and tossed his on top. Dustin picked up his jeans and slipped into them, very carefully zipping up.
“First time with piss?”
Dustin couldn’t look him in the eye as he answered. “Yeah.” He slipped on his socks and picked up his shirt.
“What did you think?”
“I think...I think I need to process the experience to know what I think.”
Never again
.
Jake laughed. “I understand.” He led Dustin to his shoes at the door. “When a guy first pissed on me, I was like, ‘What the fuck?’ But after the second and third time, it started to grow on me.”
Dustin tied his shoes. “Hmm. Maybe I just need to do it again to really love it.”
Never, ever again.
“It’s like sushi. Most people I know hate it the first time, but after the third time they’re hooked.”
Dustin genuinely laughed. “That’s an interesting analogy. Piss to sushi.” Shame quickly replaced any humor he felt. He didn’t want to do piss-play again. He didn’t want to like it.
All he wanted was to get out of there and go home.
All he wanted was to take another shower.
All he wanted was Kyle.
He left, walking out in the tentative beginnings of a late-season rainfall. He decided to walk back to university. It would take an hour, but maybe the rain would help wash away the remnants of the night.
One thought continued to ring through his mind.
All I want is Kyle.
Six
Thursday
What did last night’s revelation mean?
Dustin doodled in the margin of his notebook, ignoring the monotonous drone of the lecturer at the front of the room. His unfocused gaze sharpened on the subconscious movements of his hand. Beneath the abstract interconnected squares and swirls, etched in blue ink, he scrawled a word.
Kyle.
He stared at it, contemplating. Hesitantly, he crossed out the man’s name and formed the remnants of letters into undefined shapes.
True and honest gay love was a myth. This was lust, nothing more. The sooner he moved on from Kyle, the better.
Yet, as long as his notebook lay open across his desk, his gaze returned to Kyle’s name. Still discernible, he could pick it out if he really stared.
When class ended and Dustin finally closed the cursed notebook with its captivating doodle, his phone vibrated. He slipped it out of his pocket and read the text message.
Stefenie.
The text confirmed the details of their date.
He shoved his phone back in his pocket and marched heavy-footed out of the classroom. With an hour remaining before his next class, he couldn’t find an appetite for lunch so he found a quiet corner of a hallway and sat on the floor. He read Stefenie’s text again.
Can I live a straight life?
So many online profiles were for married men with a bi side—could that be his destiny? Those men obviously got their primal urges met without the messiness of a gay relationship. Random hookups in a darkened bathhouse couldn’t be too bad.
Dustin tapped out a reply to Stefenie. He would give this date an honest try.
He exited his chat history with Stefenie and opened Kyle’s. They hadn’t texted since their last tutoring session. The time stamp of the last message appeared ominous, as if the lack of texting confirmed Kyle wanted nothing to do with him. Dustin fought back his rising panic and didn’t give into his urgent desire to reach out to Kyle, to establish some sort of communication to soothe his worried mind.
He crammed his phone back in his pocket, telling himself he wouldn’t pull it out again. Bringing his knees to his chest and resting his chin there, Dustin contemplated a straight life. It would be uncomplicated. It would also be unfulfilling.
He could fuck a girl. He’d watched straight porn a few times out of curiosity. He could do it. Then, when the urges became too much, he could stop by the bathhouse for some anonymous cock and ass.
As he proceeded through the remainder of his classes and his lonely dinner in the corner of the cafeteria, he struggled to justify going straight. Above all, Kyle needed someone who loved him intensely, something Dustin couldn’t do. Stefenie also needed love, and maybe he could learn to feel something for her.
Back in his dorm room, Dustin stripped off his clothes and took a quick shower. After toweling himself dry, he pulled on his “straight clothes,” the jeans were a little looser and the shirt didn’t hug his chest so much. He looked like an average Joe. He could pass as straight.
Dustin shrugged into his jacket and walked across the chilly campus. His breath frosted in the frigid air, cloaking him, disguising him.
He beat Stefanie to the pub, so Dustin took a booth in a dim corner and ordered a beer. Rock music piped through the sound system and mixed with the noisy crowd of frat boys and sorority girls. Looking around, it seemed everyone paired off in happy heterosexual couples. Dustin could be one of those people.
Dustin downed his beer and signaled the waitress for another. The buzz of alcohol might help him get through this date. He finished almost half the drink when Stefenie walked in.
She smiled as she approached. Dustin stood, slightly wobbly, and extended his hand.
“Good to see you again.” Her warm grip locked in with his. He sat, glad to be off his feet.
“You, too.” She pushed her purse into the corner of the booth and slid in across from him.
As a lightness began to envelop his brain, Dustin realized the lack of a proper meal meant the alcohol affected him worse than normal. Still, he took another mouthful of beer. It made it all easier.
“How have you been?” she asked after ordering a cosmopolitan.
“All right, I guess. And you?” He sat up straighter, determined to make a good impression.
He watched as she recounted her week. Stefenie was beautiful. Dustin didn't have to be straight to notice the way her light brown top clung in all the right places, accenting the curve of her full breasts, with a plunging neckline teasing at the gloriousness beneath.
Something stirred deep within Dustin. Though he considered himself gay, he sometimes appreciated the female form. His mind wandered into dark places, wondering what she might look like sprawled out naked on his bed, writhing underneath him as he thrust his dick in and out of her. His cock became unexpectedly hard—women who made him horny were few and far between. The logical-rational part of his brain, though dulled with alcohol, wondered if he was truly turned on or if this was more a matter of him looking for any port in the storm.
He didn't care. Right now, Dustin wanted to hold Stefenie, to kiss her, to feel her firm breasts against his chest.
The waitress returned with Stefenie’s drink and Dustin got a third beer. Their conversation continued pleasantly, ranging from movies to books to courses and to the professors they hated.