The story below contains assumed mentions of characters participating in illegal drug use that some may find triggering.
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PART 1: DAY 1
The unseasonably hot spring night was thick with tension, the air hummed between them like flies buzzing around the black and white garbage bags that piled up outside the pre-war apartment building.
The city's sanitation department went to their annual contract negotiation meetings, asking for livable wages and better working environments. When they left the negotiations empty-handed, what followed were the nastiest four days the city had ever experienced. The smell of old takeout and other organic refuse became part of the urban perfume of the city of Paxton.
Julian sat on the worn-out couch, fingers gripping the fabric as if the stitches could hold him together. Across from him, Tom lounged against the windowsill, nursing a cigarette between his lips and glancing between whatever commotion caught his attention outside the window and Julian's lithe, young frame.
"Maybe I shouldn't have come," Julian murmured, half to himself, half to the man whose gravity had pulled him here. Julian, being the curious newly eighteen-year-old, longed to explore his burgeoning sexuality. So, like his queer forefathers before him, he sought clandestine outlets to express his sexuality. Glances at the men's urinals in his dorms turned into slow walks through Paxton Park where he bravely stared at the shirtless Crossfitters and the bouncing bulges of joggers. Once he was satiated by these more innocent dalliances, Julian took to more risque behaviours.
Julian found out that he was charming enough to schmooze almost every bouncer at the city's many gay clubs. He would shimmy and shake his slender frame through the crowds of sweaty, sometimes half-naked, bodies dancing and flirting and fucking on the various nightclub dance floors. The smell of spilt alcohol, cheap cologne, and even cheaper lust filled the air and intoxicated Julian; he wanted to be part of it and soon, he was. His club-hopping became his introduction to cruising for hookups and not long after, he found himself scraping his knees against the piss-covered bathroom floors of Twist Nightclub giving a blowjob to a suited executive from the suburbs. At Ego Death, he bent over the toilet, held on for dear life, and spread his pert, round ass cheeks for the first time to some below-average endowed musclehead who came within seconds.
"Sorry, your ass is just so fucking tight." Julian managed to turn around and see the man's cum dripping from his cock and the satisfied, spent look on his face. At that moment, Julian felt something more than pride and became aware of how powerful sex could be, how powerful sex with HIM could be; the thought gave him the greatest pleasure he'd known up to that point and it only ramped up his escapades.
During the day, Julian would sleep through his coursework, he'd put in the bare minimum for his assignments, and then he'd get dressed up and go out clubbing, seeking that night's "prey". While being railed by a charming bear whose cock felt like it might rip Julian's hole in two, Julian learned about the wonders of online hookups.
"Yeah, it shows you all the guys close by," said the bear through fevered grunts before he exploded wildly inside of Julian's welcoming hole. As the man's molten hot cum oozed out of his hole and down his thigh, Julian said thanks and exited the bathroom, pulled out his phone, and proceeded to download every hookup app he could find.
For the first few weeks, Julian hungrily devoured every dish that was served to him on this sex buffet without discernment. He hooked up with one of the hockey players who messaged him discreetly because he "wanted to know whether a dude's hole was better than" his girlfriend's. Once he'd met up with the tall, broad-shouldered goalie in his single dorm room that smelled of old sweat, body spray, and lube, Julian walked over, hopped onto the goalie's single bed, and got on all fours and said, "Let's see if I am better than your girlfriend."
Another time, Julian found himself straddling his RA during Office Hours as a line of his peers sat and waited outside, anxious with questions about how to switch their dorm assignments or whether the second shower stall would ever be fixed. Little did they know, Julian's misguided attempt to give a visiting speaker a blowjob in the shower was foiled by the same RA who was now writhing inside of him, his tight hole clamping down on the veiny penis as Julia rocked his hips back and forth against the man's erection.
After a while, though, Julian started to want more than just the exciting hookups he was having with classmates, deans, and visiting experts. And the guys at Twist and Ego Death didn't hold as much of an appeal to him once he'd already had "all the good ones". So, Julian set out to explore the buffet of men on his app and came across Tom.
Tom smirked, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. "Well, I'm glad you came."
A single step, then another, and suddenly Julian was close enough to see the faint tremble in Tom's fingers. He reached out before he could stop himself, his palm finding Tom's cheek, rough with stubble. The world outside this moment ceased to exist.
"You look tired," Julian whispered. Tom took another slow drag from his cigarette, and exhaled the greyish haze towards Julian. Julian hated cigarette smoke but he couldn't deny, in this moment, with this man, he was turned on. His breath ghosted over Tom's lips. Tom huffed a small laugh, his hands coming up to Julian's waist, pressing, claiming.
"And you look like you want to make me feel good."
Their first kiss wasn't hesitant and there was nothing chaste about it. Julian pressed his lips against Tom's and Tom deepened the kiss. Their tongues swirled together, tasting of Julian's minty mouthwash and Tom's cigarette that he still held between his two fingers. A growl rumbled in the back of Tom's throat as he pushed Julian back onto the tattered couch. Julian gasped, but the sound melted into a moan as Tom's tongue traced the inside of his mouth, hungrily and desperate for more.
Julian wrapped his legs around Tom's lower torso and instantly felt the man's manhood press against the soft fabric of his shorts. Tom had shown it on the hookup app and Julian, dutifully, remarked at its size, but seeing it in a photo and feeling its full girth pressed against his ass cheeks were two different experiences. Tom lifted Julian into his arms and traversed the four steps from the "living room" to the "bedroom". Tom's studio apartment left little room for any division of space, though Julian didn't complain as he was dropped onto the king-sized bed. Tom crawled on top of Julian, their bodies flush against each other, grinding clothed hard-ons and making large precum stains on their pants.
Clothes soon became an obstacle so they ripped each other's clothes off. Julian tore off Tom's jeans with ease, after months of practice in nightclub bathrooms, dorm room showers, and other elicit locales, while Tom tugged at the waistband of Julian's shorts and was gifted with the sight of his bare naked lower half.
"I see someone came prepared," said Tom, stepping out of his jeans to finish what Julian started.
"You know what they say? Always be prepared!" remarked Julian who, in turn, had taken off his t-shirt and was now completely naked on this stranger's bed.
It didn't take long for Tom to grab a bottle of lube, slick the cold gel across his throbbing cock and finger a dollop against and inside Julian's tight hole, and push his entire length in between the young student's gorgeous ass cheeks.
"Jesus fucking Christ, why are you so fucking tight," Tom said, gripping Julian's waist and beginning his rapid assault upon the younger man's hole.
For the first time in his life, Julian was speechless, overcome with the sensation of Tom's cock hitting all the right spots and making him feel intense heat throughout his body. Tom had his sexual awakening and realised how much power he had over Julian, who'd been reduced to a twink-shaped puddle of moans and groans. He felt Julian's legs wrap around his lower torso, his body begging for him.
"You want this, don't you? Am I better than those other guys you've had all up inside you?" Tom murmured against his skin, voice thick with desire.
"Fuck, yes, you're better than all of them! Please, Tom, fuck me! Fuck me harder!"
Tom leaned forward and their lips crashed together as he rammed his cock deep inside Julian's inviting opening. "If that's what you want".
Under them, the bed whined and creaked against its metal frame, sealing their fate for the night.
PART 2: DAY 2
The next morning brought with it the spring sun's bright lights that illuminated every inch of Tom's shoebox apartment. In a corner of the apartment, he lay in a tangled mess of stained sheets with Julian. Their naked, cum-stained bodies intertwined, forming a beast of smooth and hairy legs, unblemished and tattooed skin, and a duo of morning woods that betrayed their seemingly endless night of repeated lovemaking.
Julian sat up, feeling the sunlight blasting against his eyelids and using his hands to shield himself from those bright rays. He sat up, dragging a hand through his tousled hair, and looked at Tom's sleeping form beside him. He smiled and run his fingers from Tom's neck down his spine to his hairy ass cheeks before giving them a soft swat.
"Ow, you asshole," said Tom into his pillow. He stirred, eyes fluttering open and head turning to face Julian. He had a lazy, satisfied smile painted all over his lips.
"Sorry, let me kiss it and make it better," said Julian before he leant down and pressed his lips softly against both fuzzy mounds of Tom's ass.
Julian smiled. "I'm glad I stayed."
Tom pushed up on his elbows, his expression shifting, darkening. "I'm glad you did too. You, uh, were quite the naughty boy last night."
Julian blushed but had no answer, or at least, none that he was ready to say aloud. Tom sat up fully, grabbed Julian by the waist, and pulled the young college student onto his lap.
"Stay." The word was simple, but the weight of it was crushing. Julian, weak from temptation and asshole still sore from the multitude of batterings that Julian gave him the night before, gave in at once.
Their bodies tangled once more, limbs seeking, mouths devouring. Tom felt Julian's morning wood pressed against his hairy chest, depositing shiny pearls of precum onto his flat stomach.
"You didn't get enough of me last night, eh?" said Tom, knowingly.
Julian didn't respond. Instead, he reached behind him, pulled out the newly-opened bottle of lube, and squeezed a generous amount onto Tom's cock. He then positioned his body above Tom's meaty cock and slid down the entire length. Tom's hands traced every inch of Julian's skin as if relearning him, reclaiming him. Julian arched into the touch, surrendering to the inevitable, and beginning the familiar, pleasurable motions of rocking his hips back and forth, side to side, up and down. Tom's moans were deeper this morning, Julian's less anxious. They'd spent all night pleasuring one another and this felt like coming home.
"Yeah, squeeze my dick, bitch!" ordered Tom as he slapped Julian, something that, doubled with the name-calling, Julian was too overcome with the pleasure of Tom rubbing against his internal G-spot to tell Tom he hated being called that word.
