Cole chuckled and bumped him. “She not put out enough for a stud like you?”
Dalton hesitated for a second, not sure how to feel about Cole’s comment, either the implications regarding his sex life, or being labeled as a stud. Although the stud comment made Dalton feel a little giddy and only increased the problem with his cock. The conversation paused as they judged each other, then Cole slapped his hand against the side of the truck. “Well, let’s get going. We still have to unload.”
They clambered into the cab and hung their bare arms out the open windows. The quiet stretched out for a few minutes as Cole drove through the busy streets. Dalton decided he might as well ask. “So, you and Tara dating?”
Cole’s expression was thoughtful. He studied Dalton for several moments, then nodded. “Yeah, we’ve been together for a few months now. We enjoy being with each other.” A wide grin split Cole’s face. “The sex is good, that’s for sure.”
Dalton blushed from Cole’s blunt assessment. In his family, sex was never discussed. After his initial shock, Dalton realized Cole expected a response. Unsure of what to say, Dalton stuttered out. “Yeah, that’s cool.”
“It’s really good.” Cole paused for a few moments. “But could be better.”
Dalton considered Cole’s response, but let it pass.
* * * *
“He’s really cute, Avery. Not much taller than I am. Tight little butt that I’d just like to—” Tara reached her hands in front of her and flexed her fingers like she was grabbing two small melons and then started giggling.
Avery joined Tara in her mischievous laughter. “If he’s a little guy, what are you going to do with Bigfoot? Think the two of them will hook up?”
“Cole’s not Bigfoot,” Kelly grinned, “But there are some other parts that I wouldn’t call small. I have no idea about Dalton. Neither one of us could get a read on him. He was definitely staring at Cole’s chest.”
Tara had met Avery at freshman orientation and they’d rapidly become fast friends. Tara had discovered very little could shake her friend and had started sharing the details of her relationship with Cole, including the discussion they’d been having for months about adding a third to their relationship. Avery had been open to the discussion, so long as she got to fill the conversation with sexual innuendo, like she was doing now.
Avery chuckled and held her hand up in front of her. “Give him time, he’ll let you know. Now about Bigfoot’s junk, what are we talking? Small? Medium? Large?” She arched her eyebrows, “Double Magnum?”
Tara squealed and shoved her friend onto the bed. “You’re terrible! I told you, it’s a keeper size.” Tara ground herself against the bed and groaned a little. “It hits all the right spots.” She wiggled for a few seconds more, starting to sound as if she was having amazing sex. Then she froze, cracked one eye open and peered at Avery before she collapsed onto the bed laughing.
Avery grinned and wiggled her eyebrows at Tara. “Your fake sex sounds are improving. You must be practicing.”
“Thanks. Although…” Tara smiled with satisfaction. “I seldom have to use them with Cole.”
“Slut!”
“Damn right!”
The two melted into laughter, pummeling each other with pillows from Avery’s bed. A few minutes later they lay sprawled across the battlefield of pillows. Tara cocked an eyebrow and smiled at Avery.
“Want to try again?”
“Sure, but you know it’s not going to change.”
They got on their knees and moved close to each other. Tara decided to try some of Cole’s techniques and took Avery’s face between her hands and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips met as they shared a passionate moment. Only a few moments had passed before they pulled apart. Tara looked at Avery and cocked an eyebrow.
“Still like kissing your grandmother?”
“Yup, pretty much.”
“Yeah, me, too. Let’s make some popcorn and watch trashy TV.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Avery said as she swung her feet to the floor and headed for her kitchen.
* * * *
Dalton sat on the side of his bed and stared at the piles and stacks of his junk they’d brought from the dorm.
When did I start having so much—stuff? When did my comics start filling an entire box? I should put things away, but I’m beat.
He heard the shower stop and Dalton sighed at the thought of hot water on his sore muscles. He strained his ears, trying to tell if Cole had finished, but couldn’t hear anything. He was about to knock, when it popped open and Cole stood in the doorway, naked and rubbing a towel over his short hair.
“Shower’s all yours. Damn, it’s good to have the stink washed off.”
Dalton stammered for a second, overwhelmed by the sight of Cole’s hard body and its perfect patterns of hair. “Yeah, I smell a little ripe, too.”
Cole chuckled and used the towel to dry his crotch. He lifted one leg and ran the towel around his package. Dalton’s cock stiffened at the sight.
Oh shit! How am I going to hide a boner?
Cole snapped the towel at Dalton and then tossed it over his shoulder. His cock hung thick and full in front of his bush and his balls hung low as Cole reached down and scratched himself. “Yeah, ripe isn’t always bad.” Dalton glanced up and Cole winked at him.
Dalton wadded the towel up and pressed it against his crotch to make sure he hid his arousal. Cole disappeared back into the bathroom and once Dalton heard the other door close, he eased into the bathroom and adjusted the water in the glass-walled shower. He stripped and carefully put his folded clothes on the counter before stepping into the hot spray. He rubbed shower gel over his body, enjoying the ache from his hard cock.
He grabbed the base of his dick and ran a finger along its underside, easing down its length until precum was running from the slit. Soap and water provided the lubrication. He could feel the pressure building and fixed the image of Cole’s naked body in his mind as he stroked himself. Soon the wonderful tingle that signaled the start of his orgasm filled his groin.
Dalton groaned and the first shot drew a thick line down the glass shower door.
The bathroom door burst open and Cole bounced in. “Sorry. Gotta get my hair glue shit.”
Dalton gasped, his body in mid-orgasm. He spun away, hoping Cole would miss the evidence. Dalton braced himself against the wall trying to stop as his body convulsed again and again. As the last of the cum dripped from his cock, Cole slammed the drawer shut.
“Found it! Have fun.” Cole called out cheerfully as he trotted to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
How fucking embarrassing! I hope this doesn’t make everything weird between us.
Dalton stood, shaking from the intensity of his release. The hot water washed away the semen stripes. When he looked at the door, he was horrified by the obvious white slash slowly sliding down the steam-fogged glass.
Shit!
He finished showering, trying to think of a way to get past this issue with Cole.
Dalton made it back to his room without any more drama. He’d decided after his cock’s earlier betrayal, a pair of compression shorts was his safest bet, although coming during his shower had taken some of the edge off. Junior was behaving, at least.
Dalton had added a pair of cargo shorts, a tee, and was slipping his bare feet into flip-flops as he adjusted his clothes. He grabbed his wallet and phone from the dresser, having already decided to act like nothing happened. Cole shouldn’t have barged in anyway. But he didn’t want to start out badly with his new roommates, and he appreciated Cole’s help moving, so Dalton thought he’d take his new roomies out to eat as a thank you. With a last check that he had everything, and that his cock was safely contained, Dalton made his way into the living room.
He turned the corner to find Tara and Cole in a passionate kiss. Dalton froze, unsure what to do. Neither of them noticed he was there. He tried to work his way back to his room. But the pair turned, and locked gazes with him. Then, Cole winked.
What the hell?
They separated and Tara smiled sweetly. “Hey, Dalton. You all moved in?”
Dalton nodded, his tongue running over his lips at the sight of Tara’s erect nipples. He was glad he’d decided to wear the compression shorts.
“Bad, Cole. Bad boy,” Tara said with a chuckle.
Dalton snapped from his developing fantasy in time to see Tara take Cole’s hand off her butt. She shook her head and grinned at Dalton. “You can take the boy outta the country, but you can’t take the country outta the boy.”
Mental images of the couple together had Dalton instantly hard. He swallowed, trying to think of something, anything to take his mind off the intimate moment his roommates were sharing. Changing the oil in his Dad’s old truck, baseball stats, the exam in art history that’s in a week, damn it wasn’t helping. He was so hard.
Cole lowered his head and sucked on Tara’s neck. Dalton almost moaned at the sensuous act in front of him. Then the room echoed with the sound of skin hitting skin. Tara had smacked Cole. The big guy just rubbed his cheek and grinned.
Her mouth twisted and she scowled. “Damnit. I asked you to stop.”
Cole gave a lopsided smile. “Sometimes I don’t know when to quit.”
Dalton took a deep breath, willing his body to calm itself. His flood of desire and lust was not easily quelled, which left him throbbing and hard as he sat on the couch opposite the pair. His lust began to lessen and Dalton remembered his plan. “Hey, I thought I’d take us out for dinner. Kind of a thank you for the help and a welcome to the house thing.”
Tara grabbed Cole’s still wondering hands and shot him a glance. She looked back at Dalton with a warm smile. “I’m down with that. Give me a few minutes to clean up. You can deal with hand monster here while I do.”
She started to the bedroom, and thumped her finger against Cole’s sternum when he moved to follow. “No. You stay here with Dalton. I don’t need any help.”
Dalton watched her walk out of the room, enjoying the way her hips swayed. Once she was gone, he turned back and was met with a smile from Cole.
“Sweet ass, isn’t it?”
Dalton froze, uncertain of what to say. After several false starts, he got words out. “Tara’s nice looking. That’s for sure.”
Cole nodded, seemed about to add another comment but then leaned back against the chair. “So, what’s your major?”
“Architecture, if I can get in. I’m a sophomore now, so I’ll be applying next year.”
“Damn, you must like hard classes.”
Dalton smiled. “They aren’t that hard to me. But I guess it’s all what you like to do. Why? What’s your major?”
“I’m a wildlife ecology major. I’m shooting for a position at a national forest or something like that. I graduate next spring, so I’m startin’ to figure out where I wanna go. Tara and I have talked about it a little, but it’s kinda a touchy subject, since she’s only a junior.”
“That sounds cool. But those classes would be a pain in the butt to me. I never got all that junk. Just seems like a crap load of stuff to memorize.”
Tara bounced into the room before Cole could reply. “Come on. I’m starved. Where’re we going?”
“You pick. I’m hungry so anything sounds good,” Dalton said.
“How about sushi?” Cole asked.
Cole grinned hugely, but Tara’s face twisted and her mouth drew up to a dot. “You know I’m not crazy about that stuff. Why do you always want to go there?”
“Because I love sushi and there’s a great place close to campus. And because I’m hopin’ Dalton likes it too so he’ll be on my side.”
Dalton scrutinized his new roommates.
I’m going to piss one of them off either way. Might as well go with the truth.
“I like sushi. But maybe we should find something everyone likes.”
Besides, sushi is expensive. Dinner was likely to blow a week’s paycheck.
“Boys.” Tara said with the same expression of disgust Dalton imagined her using for something she scraped off her shoe. But she picked up her coat and motioned them toward the door. “Let’s go, but next time you two take care of it without me.”
Cole smirked as he moved toward the door. “I’m sure we can handle that.”
* * * *
Dalton closed his chopsticks on the last piece of spicy tuna roll, only to have Cole try to steal it. The two wrangled back and forth until Cole grabbed the piece with his fingers and tossed the final bit into his mouth. He sighed as he chewed and winked at Dalton. He was coming to enjoy Cole’s joking personality, and Tara was having a good time, too. Actually she seemed to enjoy having someone else around so all of Cole’s juvenile behavior wasn’t directed at her.
With the last piece of sushi gone, Dalton leaned back and sighed with contentment. “That was fantastic. Great suggestion, Cole. I’d come back with you anytime.”
Cole squirmed in his seat. “Yeah, well. I couldn’t afford to come here too often. The grounds crew doesn’t pay that well.”
Tara chuckled. “Well. I can pay for my noodle bowl with what I make, you two raw fish freaks can split the rest.”
“No, this was my treat. I got it covered,” Dalton said.
Cole’s face flushed. “I feel like I tricked you into comin’ here. I wasn’t trying to be a shit head. Let me help pay.”
Tara grinned at Cole and gently poked him with the handle of her fork. “Of course you should. You ate more than Dalton and I combined.”
Cole’s face flushed red with embarrassment. “You’re right. I’ll pay my part.”
Dalton grabbed Cole’s wrist as he reached for the tab and held him. His gaze flipped to Dalton and their gazes locked. A wave of heat ran from where he touched Cole, straight to his crotch. Caught by surprise, he struggled to finish what he’d started. “No. I said I’d pay for it. You don’t want me pissed off.”
Surprise grew on Cole’s face. Dalton gave him a few seconds to consider, then wiggled his eyebrows.
Cole grinned and relaxed. “Really, let me help. I feel bad that I rooked you.”
“Honest, Cole. I got it. I had a DJ gig last weekend. So I’m good.”
Cole scowled at him for a minute, then nodded. “Ok, but if I catch you eatin’ nothing but Ramen for the rest of the month I’m gonna be pissed.”