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

“Go fuck yourself...” I said and then gotup. Why I even bothered to get into it with him was beyond me. Plain andsimple, Dan was a dick and he just got under my skin. Nothing else needed to besaid 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 questionnon-stop over the last two weeks.

He started to grin again.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Ibarked.

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

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

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

I frowned.

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

Then it hit me. Tops fuck ass and bottomstake cock.

The fucker was after my ass!

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

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

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

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

As if by reflex, I stared at his crotch ashe 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 arequest.

“Can’t,” I said.

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

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. Iwanted 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 tobe the one making all the demands.

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

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

“Yeah,” I said. “Too bad.”

Pangs of desperation tugged at me in thatmoment. The time had finally come to do the nasty with Dan – what the hell wasI doing blowing him off? I wanted to give in. And I almost did... But somethingstopped me. Pride. I could not allow Dan to have the upper hand in thisinstance. It was bad enough that he had gotten it everywhere else. Even thoughI could not remember a time when I had been hornier, I just could not do it. Mypride, however, did nothing to stop my imagination from going into overdrive. Iwondered what would go down if I did go and meet him.

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

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

What a sight that was.

THREE

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

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

Dan was nowhere in sight when I entered thelounge.

And he wasn’t in his room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could feel my face turning red. I didn’tneed to check it in the mirror. I knew the feeling. I gulped the knot in mythroat.

“I came to return your fucking underwear.”

He looked down at my empty hands. By thatpoint, I felt like kicking myself in the head.

“Oh yeah?”

Now he was just plain mocking me and Ifrowned.

“Whatever, dude!” I grumbled and then turnto leave.

“Two weeks.”

His words caught me off guard. It took amoment to digest them and then I spun back around. “What do you mean twoweeks?”

 I was now becoming irritable.

“My briefs... You’ve had ‘em for twoweeks,” he said as he put his bottle of Gatorade down onto his desk. “Youobviously like ‘em.”

I had no defense.

Loving them was an understatement. They hadbeen the very reason why I had turned into a wild beast. I more than loved them– they drove me wild!

Dan’s penetrating stare was startingtearing my down with each passing second and I had no idea what to do. I wantedto get the hell out of his room but I also wanted to stay.

When Dan slipped his hand around my lowerback, everything changed.

One swift tug and a short second later, hislips were on mine.

I nearly passed