“Sure. Not always, only 90 percent of the time.”
He helped me undo his pants, then got to work on mine. “That’s reasonable,” I agreed. He was beautiful with clothes on, but I loved seeing him naked with his abs on full display for me. Before he could get back on top of me, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the muscles of his stomach. His cock bobbed against my chin, and he pushed his hand into my hair. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I looked up at him as I kissed down his stomach.
He groaned and smiled a little at me as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his already wet cock. I rested my hands on his hips. Closing my eyes, I opened my lips a little to take his head in and was treated to his groan of pleasure. I also got a hiss as I brushed my teeth lightly along the underside of his head, making him jerk against my mouth.
He pushed me down, gently at first as if he was testing me, seeing how I’d react to him having control of my head. I was pretty sure I surprised him by taking him all the way down to his base and humming against him, though, because he jumped and I felt him spray a little into the back of my throat. I swallowed him and let him take over, welcoming his control over me until he pulled me off and I ran the back of my hand across my mouth.
I knew I was good, and I’d been complimented before, but it was nothing like seeing the heat in his eyes or the way he didn’t speak, like he couldn’t get the words out, as he turned me over on the couch and knelt behind me. He got a condom, and I listened as he put it on before something cold was squirted on my hole. I yelped and glared over my shoulder at him. “Give me some warning next time. Damn, that’s cold.”
He gave me a grin before he leaned forward and kissed me at the base of my spine. “Sorry. I am putting lube into your asshole now so that I may fuck you as hard as I want. Next I will begin stretching you. And then I will—”
“Jerk,” I shot back at him as I smiled.
He laughed, and I rested my head on my arms as he stuck his fingers slowly inside of me. More lube was added until he apparently felt I was ready for him. By then I was so impatient that I just wanted him in me. If I wasn’t completely stretched it would be a little uncomfortable, at first, but not having him inside of me was torture in itself, and I wasn’t sure which would have been worse. Trent came up against me, and I smiled into my arms as I felt him push inside me. We both moaned, and I hung on to the edge of the cushion as he grabbed my hips and went deeper. He still wasn’t all the way in, like I wanted him to be, but he was getting there and it didn’t take him long to get the rest of the way.
He found a pace that worked for him, and I moaned each time he thrust into me and pulled my hips back to meet him. He grabbed my hair, yanking me back. He ran his hands down my spine, and I was sure he’d left scratch marks, because I felt hot streaks going down my skin. I couldn’t wait to look at myself in the mirror when we were done. I reached between my legs and began stroking myself when my own pleasure built too high for me to try to hang on any longer. Trent wrapped an arm around my shoulder as I shot onto the floor. We kissed, awkward as it was, and he nipped at my jaw as I panted.
“Tell me to go harder,” he gasped out.
“Fuck me harder,” I said quickly. My orgasm had been a surprise, not just the speed of it but also the strength. If he hadn’t been in me, holding me up, I wasn’t sure I’d still be able to kneel.
He kissed me again, then bit down on my shoulder as he pounded into me. “I love it when you beg. Always do that.”
Sweaty, sated, and completely happy, I smiled back at him. “You can bite me wherever, whenever you want.” That was a huge turn-on for me.
He nodded, and then there was nothing more for him to say as he groaned and jerked inside of me as he came. We separated a few minutes later, but neither of us moved from the floor when we collapsed in his living room. I was a sweaty mess, but I didn’t really care as I lay there grinning like a lunatic up at the ceiling.
“Dates with you are the best,” he said as he pulled me close and laid his hand on my chest. He was still breathing heavily, as was I, and it was good to know I affected him just as much as he did me.
I laughed and shook my head. “We’ll need to actually get through a date sometime here soon before you decide that.” I reached up to take his hand.
“Stay over tonight, and I’ll take you out to breakfast and the zoo tomorrow. That’ll be like a date,” he offered. It was easy to agree to that date with him, and luckily we actually managed to make it all the way through it that time.
Sometimes it wasn’t easy with Trent. There were plenty of times where I did want to strangle him for being stupid. But he never lied to me, and never cheated on me. And when he told me he loved me I knew I was the only one he was saying it to.
By Caitlin Ricci
A Thornwood Novel
Before jumping into his first semester of college, Thomas Maloney decides to lose his virginity at a party to a stranger he’s sure he’ll never see again. Only the next day, he’s surprised to learn the same one night stand will be sharing his dorm room. Thomas considers himself lucky, but his new roommate—not so much.
Closeted as they come, football jock Remington “Rem” Daniels fears if he requests a room change his dad will grow suspicious. On track for a shot at the pros, Rem tries to play it cool and avoid falling for the confidently gay Thomas. Dealing with their constant need to get in bed together wouldn’t be so hard if Rem didn’t have a girlfriend and Thomas didn’t have a conscience.
When she delivers news that will change Rem’s life forever, Thomas knows it’s time to move back home to Thornwood, Colorado. But neither the distance nor knowing Rem belongs to someone else helps Thomas get over him. Rem’s feelings haven’t changed either. When it comes down to love or football, Rem will have to make the hardest choice of his life and hope Thomas will still be waiting for him when he does.
LOSING MY
virginity to a stranger the night before my first semester in college was probably the stupidest idea my friends and I had ever come up with. And I wished they were here with me now as I fixed a simple black mask over my face and headed up the steps to what was supposed to be the best party on campus for the whole year. My friends, stuck in Colorado while I was here in Miami, would have egged me on, they would have been encouraging. I could have stood by them and laughed like I actually had some friends instead of coming into the fraternity and standing awkwardly in the corner with a drink someone had pushed into my hand.
Just because I was from a small town in the Colorado mountains didn’t mean that I’d never had a drink before, but I wasn’t big on them. If I really was going to go through with this though, I knew I’d need some courage, so I started drinking whatever it was in big gulps. It hurt and it burned but I was able to keep it down and when I was done with my first I grabbed another. Smiling at the people around me was easier after that first drink. Laughing came next and talking about classes, the Miami humidity, and how I’d only just seen the ocean for the first time was almost fun.
I’d never been all that great at dancing, but with the alcohol working its way through me, that didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. Rock mixed with punk which bled quickly into pop as the house thumped around me. People laughed and I danced with anyone who wanted to be close to me. Maybe if I’d been sober, or had less outgoing friends, maybe then the idea of getting rid of my virginity before anyone found out that I hadn’t had sex yet wouldn’t have made as much sense. But the guys had told me about how all their college friends only wanted them because they thought they were cute and inexperienced, and how I didn’t want to lose my virginity to someone like that.
As the night wore on it started to make more and more sense to me. I was eighteen, fairly cute according to my friends, and if I wasn’t worried about who to give my virginity to, and making it count as something important, then I could have fun and not be worried about dating, or who I was having sex with now that I wasn’t living at home.
I saw the perfect guy sitting on the kitchen island. His legs dangled over the side and he had a drink in his hand too. My third, maybe, was nearly out and I’d come in to see about getting another. This guy had nice, thick thighs, a bit of hair showing under his shorts, and a Miami COllege tshirt on. It was purple, just like the mask he had on that hid most of his face from me. It did nothing to cover up the bright bleach blond hair sticking up all over his head, or his pretty green eyes.
I danced up to him, thinking I looked cool as hell and he just laughed at me. We were alone in the kitchen, for the moment, when I moved between his legs and leaned up to kiss him. My glass fell over the side of the counter and he had to have put his down somewhere because he put his arms around me and then his tongue went into my mouth. I sucked on his lower lip and rubbed my stomach against the front of his shorts. He never pushed me away, never even seemed like he might not have been interested, and I thought he was practically perfect.
We traded kisses with my hands on the tops of his thighs until people came into the kitchen. We broke apart then, and I was feeling a little dizzy, but when he took my hand and pulled me through the house, past couples making out over every inch of available space, and into a large closet, I didn’t worry about a thing.
We kept kissing and he ran his hands over me as roughly as he could, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. That’s the same way I felt about him in that moment, like I needed everything and then some, like there wasn’t enough air in the closet and I was burning up. He reached for my pants but I had my hands on his first and dropped to my knees in front of him. Without a word I took him into my mouth, sliding my lips over his thick head, as he rested his hands on the back of my head. He didn’t push me down, didn’t try to control me in any way, just rested there as I licked up the underside of his cock and jacked him with one hand while touching myself with the other.
After a few minutes, and getting to taste his salty pre-cum, I got up and he turned me around, pushing me onto something hard, and I realized it wasn’t a closet we were in, but actually the laundry room. Huh. I’d never considered my first time to be while I was bent over a dryer. But it didn’t really bother me either. I was grinning as he pushed down my pants and spread me open for him.
At least one of us was sober enough to remember to use a condom, I thought as I heard him tear one open. A little stretching, not nearly as much as I needed but at least the alcohol dulled the pain, and then I felt him inside of me. I gasped, he groaned, and I leaned forward as he put one hand on my shoulder, right next to my neck, and the other on my hip.
I was lucky to find someone that was gay, bi, or too drunk to care right off the bat. And god he was hot too, all hard muscle and strong fingers that gripped my shoulder.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, the first words he’d said to me.
I laughed, though it came out as more of a pant, and nodded as he fucked me against the dryer. I’d be sore in the morning, I was sure, but right then, in that moment, I thought everything was wonderful. My friends were right, this was the best way to lose my virginity. And, even with my limited experience in the department, I thought purple mask guy was fucking amazing.
“Right there,” I gasped out when he hit something inside of me that felt pretty perfect.
He hit it again and I shook. He laughed and I leaned all the way onto the dryer and gripped it as tight as I could, my fingers curling around the edges and becoming nearly as white as the metal. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know his name, or what he looked like, or anything else about him. It was almost better, actually. There were no expectations here, no complications either. It was just pleasure and excitement.
The cold metal bled into me, mixing with the heat of my skin, and I instantly loved the mixed feeling it created along my skin. He moved his hand from my shoulder to the back of my hair as he got closer. I was pretty sure, from the times I’d jacked off with my friends, that his jerky, erratic movements probably meant that he was getting close, and I grabbed my cock to keep up with him. I wanted to come too, and with him in me still. I sped up, nearly to the point where I’d be causing myself pain, before I released with a shudder onto the front of the dryer.
I was still a bit limp as I recovered when he pushed himself all the way inside of me and yanked back on my hair. He pumped into me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me as he held me there. After a few seconds he let my hair go and I slumped forward.
I thought he’d leave me for sure after that. We were done, but he apparently wasn’t, as he turned me back over and helped me sit up on the dryer. It was cold on my ass, but he warmed me right up again with his rough kisses.
“Thanks,” I said to him, when he let me up to breathe.
“Yeah. You too.”
He gave me another kiss, and licked at my bottom lip, before leaving me in that laundry room. I didn’t go after him, didn’t try to find him again at the party, just cleaned up my mess with a rag I tossed into the washer as soon as I was done, fixed my pants, then walked back to my hotel.
I was moving into the dorms in the morning and felt pretty good about the night I’d had. It was nearly eleven, but in Colorado it was only getting to nine, so once I was back in my hotel room, and showered, I called my mom.
“Hey, sweetie pie. How’s Miami?” she asked me as soon as she picked up.
I tossed the towel I’d been using on my hair to the side and stretched out on the bed. “Pretty decent. Lots of humidity. And a lot of people in this hotel seem to have little dogs. Maybe it’s a Miami thing because I’m pretty sure no one in town has a dog under five pounds back home.”
My mom laughed and it was good to hear her voice. “No. I think we’d call them bear food if someone did. Oh, your cousin Trent says hello.”