Autumn Fire comes out today!
Here’s an excerpt from Chapter One — enjoy!
[This excerpt is very explicit and NSFW and is thus intended for mature audiences only.]
Hot blowjobs! Call Dave!
Dustin glanced over the phone number scrawled in faded ink, marring the grey paint. A half a dozen more “offers” decorated the wall—hookups made inherently sleazy when delivered in bathroom graffiti.
Not that he should judge, since he occupied the stall in the men’s room at the back of the library for an anonymous blowjob with some guy he met on the internet.
Dustin barely knew anything more about CollegeJock22 than he did about “Dave,” but it was still different…somehow. He’d at least seen CollegeJock22’s picture, if only a grainy crotch shot.
His thoughts crashed to a halt when the bathroom door next to him opened. Blood immediately pounded in his ears, so loud he struggled to hear the hesitant footsteps make their way to the urinal. Cold sweat spread across his forehead. He’d done his share of hookups, but never in a public place before. The danger of being caught both terrified and excited him.
Dustin stared at the sneakered foot, visible just below the stall wall, as the other man stopped at the urinal on the other side of the metal divider. He waited for the signal. Until he heard it, he didn’t know who had come in, CollegeJock22 or some random dude needing to take a piss.
He heard a zipper open, but not the telltale sound of urination. The foot shifted. The pant leg lifted, briefly flashing a white sock. The signal. Dustin flashed his own sock.
Nothing happened. Embarrassment swelled as he realized the awkward coincidence. This was not CollegeJock22.
Then the other man’s feet moved. Another wave of cold sweat peppered his skin. He’d been right. CollegeJock22. Now he just prayed the man wasn’t fat and ugly, his profile one big lie. Dustin’s breath grew shallow and his heart thudded as the man stood on the other side of the stall door. Dustin left it unlocked, as planned.
It squeaked softly as CollegeJock22 nudged it open.
All doubts vanished. Quite simply, CollegeJock22 would be the hottest guy Dustin ever hooked up with, the rare man who actually lived up to his profile. He easily stood five foot eleven with tight golden curls peeking out from below his ball cap. His muscled chest pulled his shirt taut beneath his open jacket and his cock…a gorgeous piece of meat dangled from his open fly. The thick and semi-hard dick sprouted from a dusting of fine hair, probably at least seven inches when erect.
Dustin’s gaze wandered up to meet the nervous eyes of CollegeJock22. Normally, he might go slow and ease the guy into the act, but this setting made a laconic pace awkward. Also, Dustin had gone without sex for three months now—his last hookup being before he moved to Toronto. Masturbation didn’t cut it. He was fucking horny. He needed a cock in his mouth, he needed cum sliding down his throat, he needed to be nose-deep in the sweaty crotch of another man…
He refrained from yanking his hookup forward and eating his dick, fearing it would terrify the poor hunk. According to their online chat, CollegeJock22 rarely did this stuff, so Dustin needed to be gentle. Dustin reached out and wrapped his hand around CollegeJock22’s shaft, feeling its warmth and growing hardness.
Dustin read nerves in the gray-blue eyes of the other man. The cock in Dustin’s hand, though, stiffened to rock-hard in a matter of seconds. CollegeJock22 enjoyed it, even past the somewhat awkward situation.
Dustin placed his other hand on the man’s hip and pulled him closer. Shuffling shoes were the only sound in the washroom, bringing CollegeJock22’s tantalizing dick nearer to his face. The hunk reached back and quickly locked the door.
Dustin’s mouth watered, anxious to taste, to lick, to swallow. If it weren’t for the warm flesh in his hand, he’d be tempted to believe this wasn’t real. No one on hookup sites looked this good— Dustin resigned himself to a sex life full of homely closeted guys. But this…this sausage in his hand, one of the thickest he’d seen outside of porn, was attached to one of the most attractive guys he’d seen in Toronto. At full mast, CollegeJock22 surely reached eight inches.
CollegeJock22’s anxiety melted away, leaving a lustful glint and a crooked smile. Dustin shifted his focus back to the rigid penis throbbing in his hand. He reached out with his tongue, dragging it across the head, licking the slit. The jock shuddered.
“Ohhh…” CollegeJock22 groaned softly.
Dustin didn’t need to hear more. He closed his eyes and took the head in his mouth, sliding his tongue around the soft bulb, moving down the shaft to engulf as much as his mouth and throat would allow. The tip brushed the back of his throat and he fought back a gag. Dustin slowly pulled the cock out and quickly dove back in, moving faster, rhythmically swallowing and releasing. He pumped the lower inches with his hand, stimulating the length he couldn’t fit in his mouth.
CollegeJock22 let out a stifled moan which echoed loudly in the confined space. Dustin paused, fear crashing back into him. Could someone hear them?
“Don’t stop,” CollegeJock22 whispered in lustful agony. He braced a hand against the wall beside him and entangled the other firmly in Dustin’s hair, gripping his skull. His eyes were half closed as he nudged Dustin back into action.
He resumed his bobbing, sliding the meat over his lips and tongue, stopping briefly to pull it completely out and lick every inch. Dustin nudged CollegeJock22’s jeans and briefs down to his knees, freeing low-hangers from their fabric prison.
He stroked CollegeJock22’s shaft, moving in to taste more of the man. Dustin dragged his tongue against shaved testicles, eliciting another moan. Letting his lust take over, he continued stroking slowly, using his mouth to tease the man’s testicles a little more.
Smooth, round balls slid into Dustin’s mouth with the slightest of suction. He rolled the first testicle around with his tongue, then the second one. Dustin opened his mouth wide and pulled in both at once, fondling them with his tongue and lips.
Hungry for more cock, Dustin released CollegeJock22’s testicles and wrapped his lips around his dick. He tightened his oral grip, sucking and creating a vacuum. The jock trembled with the vigorous tongue and lip massage. He moaned and his knees wobbled, knocking gently against Dustin’s. The light sweetness of precum danced on the tip of Dustin’s tongue.
He ignored his own dick, hard and throbbing, torturously caged in his jeans, since no reciprocation was included in this hookup. Instead, he focused on only the beautiful meat in front of him, not only because of their arrangement, but Dustin also noted the nervousness in the man’s eyes. If he reached down and touched himself, CollegeJock22’s nerves would likely kick in. He might assume the plan changed, that he should get on his knees and service Dustin.
Though the thought more than aroused him, Dustin refrained. His cock pulsed with need, demanding to be played with. To keep his hand busy and out of trouble, he fondled the jock’s nutsack, tugging it in time with the blowjob’s rhythms. He rolled the grape-sized balls through his fingers before pulling on them once more.
Dustin moved his hand and let his fingers wander behind CollegeJock22’s testicles and gently massage his perineum. He inched them ever backward with each rub, until his fingertips brushed against the jocks’ tight anus.
CollegeJock22 moaned again, louder. His hand thrust hard against the stall wall, shaking the entire structure. His other hand gripped Dustin’s skull firmer and, beneath Dustin’s finger, the man’s opening twitched.
The jock’s breathing quickened. Dustin knew his mouth was about to fill up. He joined his left hand with his right to massage the base of CollegeJock22’s penis in time with his sucking. He went faster, pressed his lips tighter. His mouth watered in anticipation.
The moans filling the confined space got breathier and higher pitched as CollegeJock22 neared climax. His second hand joined the first on Dustin’s head, gripping and pushing him deeper and deeper, until the tip of Dustin’s nose brushed the man’s curly black hair and it felt like the jock’s dick was shoved halfway to Dustin’s stomach. He fought back the urge to gag, the promise of a grand explosion more important than minor discomfort.
Suddenly, CollegeJock22 stopped thrusting his hips. His hands slid down to Dustin’s ears and held his head firmly in place. The man’s breathy moans morphed into a low groan as a slightly sour, slippery, and sticky hot fluid cascaded over Dustin’s tongue, several shots reaching back to coat the back of his throat.
Dustin swallowed as it came, careful not to lose a precious drop. He let the last of the creamy goodness swirl around in his mouth, reveling in the taste of the final drops of cum.
Moving with the ease of practiced knowledge, Dustin slowly slid his mouth off of CollegeJock22’s penis, careful not to brush against the likely hypersensitive head. He watched the man’s penis for several moments as it bobbed with the ebbing pulses of a powerful orgasm, glistening with a mixture of saliva and semen. When the twitches subsided, Dustin gently licked the man clean, moving slowly over the head, sending shivers through the jock.
Satisfied he’d lapped up every speck of cum, Dustin let go of CollegeJock22’s cock and looked up into his eyes, a sticky grin spread across his lips. The other man flushed in a post-orgasmic haze, eyes half-lidded.
“Th-thank you.” His hand slid off Dustin’s head.
“No problem.” Dustin ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the remaining taste.
They stared at each other for a long stretch, endless thoughts of further lust tumbling through Dustin’s mind. His cock still throbbed in his pants, screaming out for release. CollegeJock22 reached out awkwardly and caressed the side of Dustin’s face, pausing to admire it. A simple gesture, but it warmed Dustin to the core. His skin tingled at the touch.
CollegeJock22 broke contact and packed his flaccid dick back into his pants and zipped up. He avoided eye contact the whole time. “I’ll look for you online again, sometime.”
“For sure.” Dustin would never see CollegeJock22 again, he knew. Most closeted guys, especially the hot ones, disappeared shortly after getting their rocks off—and CollegeJock22’s profile read “straight, but curious,” which was internet slang for “intensely closeted.”
He looked up into the man’s eyes again, giving him a last lingering look. Dustin tried to interpret the emotion behind CollegeJock22’s gaze…longing?
As their gaze held for a heartbeat more, Dustin felt something spark between them. Some sort of indefinable current ran from CollegeJock22 to Dustin and back again. The man’s lips flickered into a brief smile, one of the most adorable smiles Dustin ever saw, then he turned to unlock the stall door, disappearing back into the library.
Dustin sat, recovering from the all-consuming surge of heat and sex. He considered jacking off, but doubted he could muster the energy for it after the explosive finish. His dick still throbbed hard, but something told him it wasn’t going to work out. He stood and moved to the sink and mirror, washed his hands and checked for telltale cum drying on his face. Satisfied, and now relaxed enough to tackle his math, he walked out of the washroom.
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Text is copyrighted by Cameron D James (2013).