Last Days of Summer: College Dudes Gone Wild (Dirtyhunk Gay Sex & Erotica Anthology) by Brian West (reading diary TXT) 📕

casually onto his waist, kind of like how construction guys do it. Itlooked real macho and I started to get hot and bothered again. There wassomething about him.

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

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

His glare softened as he took the bag fromme.

It was a baby step, if you could even callit that, but a step in the right direction nonetheless. Anything to tear downhis 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. Glassshattered as soon as the bag hit the wall.

“Fuck!” he groaned. “Add wasted cologne tothat list.”

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

“What?”

“Dude... Chill out. This stuff always worksitself out.”

He didn’t seem so convinced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cock or ass?” he asked.

“Huh?”

I could only manage one word withoutchoking on my beer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whatever the game, it was hot.

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

TWO

The next two weeks were pure hell.

Dan never once brought up the underwearincident nor did he ask for his briefs back. I tried to sneak in a fewadvances, 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, angerreplaced lust and I started to hate him all over again. He had a sneaky way ofinvading my territory. I didn’t care so much that he tried out; the problem wasthat 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 tobe taken seriously but our generally unimpressed coach immediately took Danunder his wing. I swear: Dan must have been a football god in a past lifebecause, for better or worse, he truly was that good. The guy had moves – evenI had to admit that – but those very moves still made me look bad.

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

One afternoon, I finally had enough and Iconfronted him.

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

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

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

I couldn’t stand that look on his face so Iturned 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 mehanging. That made him a dick.

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

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

I didn’t bother to answer him back.

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

He knew exactly where to hit me –