CHAPTER 3
After what Dan and I had done that day, I may have appeared to be the same cocky jock top, but on the inside I was kind of freaked out and in a panic.
At the first opportunity, I went out and fucked the daylights out of the first bottom guy I could get my hands on. The next weekend, I did the same thing again.
I fully enjoyed my "top stud jock" reputation and the easy ass it garnered me. I feared Dan would tell people and everyone on campus would be pointing and laughing at me as I walked by.
Yeah, a little ridiculous, but that's honestly what I feared.
But Dan went back to being his usual quiet, reserved self, and had kept it to himself.
After that afternoon when Dan had fingered me, we went an unusually long time (for us) without hooking up or even hanging out together. I saw him on the way to class sometimes, but that was it.
Maybe we were both afraid it would be weird being around each other afterwards. I don't know what was happening in his mind, but I was still a little afraid of actually bottoming. But yes, also turned on by the idea of it too. Conflicted, I had also beat off several times in the weeks that followed, while thinking about that afternoon.
Another reason we hadn't been hanging out together was that Dan had been spending a lot of time with his friend Kyle. Though Dan came off as straight but just quiet, there was certainly no mistaking that Kyle was gay.
Kyle always made me uneasy. He always looked at me with total blatant lust every time I ran into him and Dan on campus. I wasn't interested, and his constant suggestive comments and wanton looks at me wore thin. He wasn't ugly or anything, just skinny and average looking. He didn't work out, wasn't very masculine and seemed to be in "cruise mode" all the time. So I found him a little creepy.
Then Dan called one Saturday and asked if he could come by. I was pleasantly surprised since we hadn't hung out since our last hookup. I'd missed seeing my friend and told him to come by and have a beer.
When he walked in later, he pulled off his backpack and dropped it by the front door before going over and flopping down on the couch.
I remember thinking,"Why the hell is he carrying his backpack on Saturday?", but I didn't ask. I got him a beer, and we caught up on what was going on with each other. It was good to see him. And yeah I admit. He looked pretty great sitting there in just a pair of shorts, a tee shirt and sandals, with that handsome face and that incredible smile.
As we talked, his body language and the way he acted subtly signaled that he was in the mood to fool around. But typical for Dan, he lacked the guts to start something.
He was apparently just hoping I would get things started. So it appeared we were back to the way things used to be.
As I sat there and calculated making my move, I thought maybe I could use what had happened last time to get him to at least let me finger that hot little butt of his this time in return. Sort of as payback for him fingering me.
After he'd had a couple of beers, I said "Hey man, I'm glad that what happened the last time we messed around hasn't hurt our friendship." I meant it sincerely, and wanted to let my friend know that his friendship was important to me, and that we were still cool.
"Yeah, me too..." he said, flashing that smile and then looking down at the ground, before adding "But..."
"But what?" I said, still acting clueless. I knew where he was trying to go, but I was having fun making him squirm a little. After all, the last time we were together, he made me beg for it as he more or less finger-raped my ass.
Now it was my turn to make him squirm!
After a long pause, with Dan looking everywhere but at me, he mumbled "Are we through fooling around because of what happened last time?"
"Not as far as I am concerned, why do you ask?" I said. It was fun being in control of our situation again.
"Well...we just haven't gotten together since...," he explained, as if I didn't realize that. "Maybe....you're just busy with some bottom guys or...," he trailed off.
I couldn't resist taunting him a little. "Well actually, I did get laid last weekend...." I said, intentionally being vague.
His ears perked right up. I had him right where I wanted him now.
"It was with Mark," I said.
He knew who Mark was: A cute blonde frat guy I'd met at the gym last semester. He came over once in a while, solely to get his brains fucked out. So Dan knew without asking who did what to whom.
I could see the gears whirling in Dan's brain, weighing the fact that I apparently still liked topping eager bottoms, which left Dan not knowing how to proceed. It was amusing to watch.
I remember thinking "How could this possibly be the same guy who had ordered me around and forced me to take his fingers up my ass last time?" It just didn't seem possible.
He tried a little one-upmanship disguised as casual conversation, in a weak attempt to control the situation: He mentioned that one night he and Kyle had recently gotten drunk at a club, and ended up fooling around.
I usually took an interest in Dan's life, but I didn't even ask how it was, since I wasn't the least bit interested in anything sexual involving Kyle. Not the response Dan had probably hoped for, if he was trying to get me aroused.
Another pregnant pause.
By this time I'd decided okay, I'd had my fun. He'd squirmed enough, and I was ready to fool around. I went over and sat down next to him on the couch. I looked him in the eyes and said "Dan, what happened with us last time surprised the hell out of me. But if that was going to happen, I'm glad it happened with a friend like you, okay?"
His eyes just cut down to the floor and he just nodded.
It was starting to get a little too "tender moments" for two horny college guys, and he still didn't know I wanted to play too. So shifting gears, I said "Man, your legs look hot as shit in those shorts," and brushed my hand against his leg, signaling that I was in the mood, too. I expected him to maybe laugh nervously, and then I'd make the first overt move, as usual.
But it was like a switch had suddenly been thrown in Dan. In one move, he just abruptly stood up, unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts as he rose, and pulling out his cock, which was already getting hard.
I looked up at him standing there, no doubt with a shocked look on my face.
Looking me in the eye with absolutely no emotion on his face, he pushed the head of this cock against my lips. "Open your mouth," he said in that same voice I recognized from our last session.
As I did, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way in as far as it would go. No asking or anything. He just took my mouth.
Just like that, I went from being in control of the situation, to being under his control.
Unprepared to take him all the way, I started to gag. He sensed it, and held my head in position with his hands, so I couldn't pull off.
"Just relax," he said almost under his breath.
I certainly wasn't going anywhere. And man, his voice sounded so sexy like that!
I did my best to relax in spite of having a cock forced all the way down my throat and my face being buried in Dan's pubes.
After a moment, he slowly pulled his cock almost all the way out of my mouth to where the head was just barely in and paused. He looked me in the eyes again and said " I've been thinking about doing this to you for weeks."
Hearing him say that not only turned me on more, I knew what was coming next.
In one quick move, he pushed it all the way down my throat again, balls deep. Trying to take it all again, I was almost choking on it, but also incredibly turned on by seeing this side of him again.
What the hell was going on with me? This was not only twice I let this guy treat me this way, but I was digging it so much that I was already hard and still fully clothed!
We went on like that for several minutes, as he rammed his cock all the way down my throat, holding the back of my head, not caring that I was nearly gagging on it. Then again he'd slowly pull it almost all the way out, only to ram it in again.
With my head cocked back, his eyes were locked on watching my mouth take his cock and no doubt enjoying seeing the bewilderment and arousal in my eyes.
Then he suddenly pulled out, and laughed. "Okay, my turn." He dropped to his knees and pushed me back on the couch and pulled my shorts off. Man, when he was like this, he was totally unpredictable. And NOT like the Dan I knew!
When he did that, part of me thought, "Thank God! He was about to choke me!" But in reality, I'd loved it more than any time ever I'd sucked his cock before. And I knew what was different about it, though I didn't want to admit it: This time I hadn't been so much sucking his cock, as he'd been raping my mouth!
I leaned back on the couch and he went to work sucking my cock as I pulled off my shirt.
Being oral only, Dan had always been incredible at sucking cock, and this time was no exception.
About the time I figured we would stay like this until he made me cum, he just pulled off of my cock and then stood up. "I need some lube to stroke my cock with," he said, as he headed for the front door.
What the fuck?!
He had never just left me hanging like that before! I wanted to yell, "Hey, get your ass back over here and suck me, you little fuck!" But I was curious about where the hell he was going.
Dan walked over, grabbed the backpack he'd left by the door, and brought it back to the couch. After he pulled some lube out of it, he laid the backpack on the floor in front of the couch.
Seeing he had brought lube with him, I said, "So you DID have this planned when you came over here!", expecting him to grin sheepishly.
My comment didn't even register though, as he knelt down and went back to sucking my cock with wild abandon. Okay, THIS was the Dan I was familiar with!
As he kept sucking, he lubed his cock and started stroking it. For several minutes, the only sounds in the room were his occasional slurp on my cock, and the sound of him stroking his lubed cock.
