Problem with a One Night Stand-Part 1

Problem with a One Night Stand

“Hey, Josh, we’re having a campfire on the beach. Is there any way I can call you back later?” My best friend, Jason, asked me as he answered my call. I was bored out of my mind, and this was my last attempt at entertainment.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I told him. “I was just calling to say hi. Have fun with Matt.”

“Thanks! He says hi, by the way.” He told me cheerfully. The two of them were so in love it was sickening

“Tell him I say hi back.” I told him, adding as much cheer to my tone as I could. We were barely okay again, the last thing I needed to do was piss him off by not acting like his dumb boyfriend hung the moon in the sky. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Definitely. We still need to talk about classes and stuff. I want to make sure we’re in at least one together since we decided not to live together.”

“Sure.” I mustered up as much enthusiasm as possible. “Have fun.”

“Thanks, Josh!” I could hear Jay and Matt laughing in the background before he even disconnected the call.

With a sigh, I tossed my cell on my bed and groaned. Summertime boredom had finally crept in. While you would think that as an 18 year-old living in DC, I would be having the time of my life enjoying freedom before college, I was actually completely bored out of my mind. I had always been someone who liked school more than breaks, mostly because my parents were never around. There was only so much fun you could have by yourself. At least at school I had friends to hang out with. I had Jason.

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Jason had been my best friend since our freshman year in high school, and up until recently, our friendship had been effortless. Then, in our final semester, he started dating one of the most popular kids in school, and we began to fall apart. There was some drama with someone I was sleeping with, and it all just blew up in my face. I was so angry at Jay for so long, I almost lost him altogether. Luckily, shortly after graduation, he reached out to me, and we managed to work it out.

cat-newAnd it wasn’t that I didn’t like Matt. He was actually a really great guy, and surprisingly, very nice. He was great for Jason, and he obviously cared for him. He made this big, grand gesture at graduation, and the two of them had been inseparable ever since. They were currently shacked up in Nantucket, enjoying a summer of love and bliss until we all went to college. At least they were going separate ways in a couple weeks. Matt was going to Brown, and Jay was going to Yale with me. Even though the two schools weren’t far apart, it would be nice to have Jay as a friend back, regardless of whether we lived together or not.

I wanted to be happy for them, but I couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Everything always seemed so effortless for Jay, and everything WAS effortless for Matt. They made this perfect couple that made it through every challenge that was thrown out them and ended up making things better because of adversity. I had always had an inking that Jason was gay, but I had kind of thought that I would be the one to convince him of that. I had spent years imagining us as a couple. Never in my wildest dreams had I dreamed that Matt Humphrey would be the one to change his persuasion. It was a little frustrating.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t keep a guy happy if I tried, my last relationship was a total flop, and I was bored out of my mind in this penthouse apartment in DC. My father was off on another business trip, and my mother usually does summer abroad to avoid reality for a bit, so I was left alone in this monstrous apartment with nothing to do. I had spent the day lounging on the pool on our rooftop, but that was boring by myself, and I could only subtly stare at the pool boy from behind my sunglasses for so long before even that lost its appeal.

I let out a giant sigh and made my way to the shower. Maybe I would go out tonight and give my fake ID a try. I had bought it for the weekend of PRIDE in NYC at the beginning of the summer, and it had worked like a charm there. Hopefully, it would have the same luck in DC. I was blessed with dark features, which tended to make me look slightly older than I actually was, but DC bouncers were a bit more exclusive than some of the gay clubs in New York during a major weekend. All I could do was hope that it would work.

After I showered, I took one last chance on my cousin Lexi. She was 21, and always up for a night out of dancing. Lucky for me, she answered on the first ring, and agreed to meet me outside one of my favorite places in an hour. Now that my night plans had turned around, I was excited for a fun evening out. I have no idea what the nightlife will be like in Connecticut, and I wanted to shake my groove thing as much as possible over the next week before I moved.

As promised, Lexi was already waiting for me outside the club in Dupont Circle, chatting it up with a couple of guys waiting in line. She was probably one of the most social people I have ever met in my life, and I knew we would have a great time. “Hey, josh!” She yelled as she saw me approach, and rapidly made her way over to me to give me a spine-crushing hug. “You look awesome. You’re going to break a lot of hearts tonight.” She kissed me on the cheek before grabbing my hand and dragging me to the front of the line. Lexi knew everyone in this town, and I wasn’t even remotely surprised when she went up to the bouncer and hugged him, had a small conversation with him, and gave him his own kiss on the cheek before he allowed us behind the velvet rope. The audible protest from the rest of the people in line became muffled by the deep bass of the club as we entered. I had only been here a handful of times on their 18+ nights, but I always had a good time, and there were usually quite a few attractive guys. The crowd was noticeably older than any of the times I had been here, so I would consider that a good sign. I didn’t need a hook up, I just wanted to have fun. Older guys wouldn’t look twice at me.

Lexi dragged me over to a booth at the edge of the dance floor before signaling a cocktail waiter over for a drink. “First round is on me.” She announced, ordering us a couple of tequila shots and margaritas. “So, why did you want to go out?”

I shrugged. “Just needed to get out of the house, I guess.” I told her, giving the dance floor a quick once over. “I’ve been going a little stir crazy all summer.’

“When does Jason get back?”

“He and Matt come back on Wednesday, but we leave for school on Saturday, so I doubt all that time between will be sent with me. I’m sure he will want to spend time with his father and Matt before he leaves. We’ll be able to see each other all year.”

“But you guys aren’t living together anymore, right?”

“No. After the whole thing with Adam, it just got too messy. Plus, he has this whole thing with Matt, and I spent enough time this year being the third wheel to that love fest. I don’t want to put pressure on that this year too. It’s better for both of us if we get out and meet other people anyway.”

She nodded in understanding. “I can see that. But honestly, Josh, it’s probably for the best. You’ve been in love with him for so long. You need to go out and find someone who sees just how amazing you are.”

“I’m not in love with him.” I muttered, but she gave me a look and I shook my head. “I’m over that. We re just friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

She gave me a sympathetic look, making me realize that she saw right through my bullshit. “You’ll meet someone awesome in college, Joshy. Just wait and see. I mean, look at me and Will. I thought that Will breaking up with me was the worst thing to ever happen to me, but in reality, it was great, because I never would have met Mike and we wouldn’t be where we are now.” Lexi was right. When her high school sweetheart broke up wither for another girl halfway through freshman year, she was devastated, but then she met this guy Mike who was perfect for her, and they were the cutest couple ever. Maybe I did have a chance at this after all. I’m sure there would be tons of available guys in college, and I could meet someone who offered way more than high school romance. I could find something bigger, something better. But I’m sure Lexi already knew that-she knows pretty much everything.

“Okay, you win. I do have feelings, but I’m going to let it all go. They’re happy. I need to be happy for them and then find my own damn happy ending.”

She gave me a warm grin and patted my knee. “You will. But enough of this, let’s just have fun tonight!” I whole heartedly agreed, and we made our way out onto the dance floor after downing our shots and drinks.

Nothing ever made me feel better than being out on a crowded dance floor. I’m not sure if it’s the music itself, or the freedom I feel when I get to move however I feel, or the anonymity of being out there surrounded by strangers. No classmates referring to me as the gay kid but then propositioning me for blowjobs behind closed doors. No guys telling me they love me and then hitting on my best friend. Just me, the music, and my clear mind. The hours flew by and Lexi kept the drinks flowing, and the happy buzz I had pushed all former thoughts of loneliness and jealousy so far away they weren’t even remotely on my mind anymore.

I drifted away towards the men’s room, and as I struggled to cross the crowded dance floor, I realized just how drunk I was. After I relieved myself, I felt the buzz of my cell phone in my pocket. “Hey, babe. Mike called and I haven’t had the chance to talk to him all day so I took off. Have fun and get home safe. Xoxox”. I sighed as I realized Lexi had left me too. Always a bridesmaid, I thought to myself. Always alone.

I glanced at the clock on my phone and realized it was already 1 am. The club would be closing soon anyway, so it was probably time to go. I had started to make my way across the dance floor when someone crashed into me, sending me sprawling onto the floor. The air left my lungs as I hit the hard laminate, and in my confused daze I didn’t even realize someone picked me up by under my arms. “I’m so sorry.” A deep voice rumbled in my ear as they straightened me out. “I didn’t see where I was going. I was in a rush to get away from someone.”

I shook my head, clearing the shock from my system. “It’s fine. No harm done.”

“I feel terrible. That’s what I get for trying to make a rapid departure.” He chuckled.

I took that chance to glance up at this stranger, and instantly regretted it. He was several inches taller than me, with dirty blond hair and incredibly blue eyes I wanted to dive into and swim around in forever. His features were impossibly perfect, and he looked like he had just stepped off the pages of a GQ. I had to actively tell myself not to drool at the site of him. I didn’t dare check out his body, because I just knew that would be perfect too. There was no way that someone with a face that perfect had a flawed body.

I had to get away. I didn’t need to get caught ogling this beautiful man and ultimately get rejected by him too. “It’s fine.” I reiterated. “Really.” I went to move around him, and I had almost succeeded, the club exit in site, but I was yanked back when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him. “What the hell?” I snapped, my words falling quiet as I looked up at his face. He looked ghostly pale, and panic filled his beautiful eyes. The way the serenity in them had disappeared made me anxious and nervous.

“I need your help. Kiss me!” He exclaimed, tugging me closer.

“What?” There was no way I heard him right.

“Please.” He pleaded. “I’ll explain later.”

“I…” My words were cut short by the smoothest lips I had ever felt pressing against mine, catching me completely by surprise. His mouth pressed against mine with an urgency that wasn’t necessarily filled with lust, but some other level of desperation I couldn’t quite interpret. His hands were gripping me tensely, holding me close to him. I meant to push him away, I really did, but when I put my hands on his shoulders to push him off, I ended up pulling him closer instead. I just couldn’t help myself. I mean, obviously he was a stranger I had literally just crashed into in a nightclub I shouldn’t have even been allowed in in the first place, but there was something about the way his mouth moved against mine that sucked me in. I hate to sound cliché and say I was seeing fireworks, but there was something far more intense than that. I was lost in a swirling sea of sensation, a complete symphony roaring through me as his lips teased at mine, his hands resting on the sides of my face, holding me to him.

It was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced.

This was the sort of thing that I had imagined would happen when Jay finally realized he should be with me. There was even a brief moment in time when I thought that Adam, my ex, and I would share such an incredible connection. But no, that’s not how my life goes. Instead, I get some anonymous club rat to kiss me and get my blood pumping in a way I had never experienced.

I jumped back as the stranger was ripped away from me, tearing me from my dreamlike sequence of events. “Andy?” I vaguely heard someone calling out beside us. “Andy!” I looked to my side and saw a guy gripping the stranger’s arm, looking none too pleased about the private show he had just been privy to. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Oh. Hey, Brian.” The stranger responded with a shrug. “How are you?”

The second guy look pissed as hell, and I couldn’t help but look back and forth between my mystery kisser—Andy, apparently-and his friend. “What the fuck are you doing?” The angry guy spat out.

“Just hanging with my new guy.” Andy told him. “What are you doing here? I thought you moved to New York.”

“I’m back for the weekend.” Brian retorted. He sounded like a petulant child, and I couldn’t help but bite back a grin. Brian noticed, and turned his anger towards me. “So you moved on already, huh?” He glared at me, and I had to actively resist the urge to roll my eyes at him. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to find someone so quick.”

“Yeah, well, I’m happy.” Andy told him, draping an arm over my shoulder. I grinned up at him, having caught on that he needed me to piss off his ex with him. Without a word, I leaned up and kissed his cheek, nuzzling against him.

“Ugh.” Brian grunted. “Whatever.” With a dramatic spin on his heel, he took off and disappeared in the crowd on the dance floor.

As soon as he was gone, I turned to Andy and raised my eyebrows at him. He groaned and pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes. “I know. It was pathetic. I’m pathetic.”

Something inside me broke, seeing him like this, and I had to take pity on him. After all, I knew how he felt. After Adam dumped me for bigger and better things, he lived to torture me about it. Even after he was expelled for a video prank on Matt and Jason, he felt it was necessary to pick on me, and remind me how he would always be able to do better than me. It hurt, knowing that someone you once cared about could be so vicious and overtly aggressive whenever you came face to face. “You’re not pathetic.” I assured him. “But you do owe me a coffee to explain whatever the hell that was.” I joked, bumping his hip with mine. “Come on. I know a place down the street.”

He nodded, and followed me out the main door to the club. Despite the fact that the club was closing in about an hour, there was still a line of people waiting to get in. I was definitely lucky that Lexi was with me, or I probably never would have made it in, and I definitely would have had the fake taken away. Andy trailed a foot or so behind me as we walked a couple blocks towards a 24-hour diner I liked to frequent during school breaks when my family was too busy to hang around. Once we were seated across from each other in a corner booth, ht coffee steaming before us, I finally dared to ask him what that whole scene was all about.

He sighed and stared down at the table. I had to feel pretty bad for him. I had felt similar after Adam ended things with me, and it was not a good feeling. “Brian is my most recent ex.” He explained. “He broke it off a couple weeks ago, and I just haven’t recovered yet. It’s a little pathetic that I am still so wrapped up in it, but he left me so abruptly, I just didn’t see it coming. I think the fact that he was talking marriage one day, and then telling me he had met someone else and was moving to New York the next, it kind of threw me off.”

“He sounds like an ass.” I muttered.

“He’s a good guy, really.” Andy argued. “He just wasn’t good for me.”

“That’s not true.” I argued. “No one worth while should ever make you feel so shitty. He’s a jerk for leaving you like that, and he’s a jerk for what he did to you tonight. There was no need to confront you like that in there, and he certainly didn’t need to make all those jabs at you. So what, he moved on. He thinks he’s hot shit because he can move on and crush someone without thinking twice about it? That doesn’t make him a bigger man. It makes him an asshole.” I realized how hypocritical I was being, considering a large part of me secretly hoped that Adam would come back for me, desperate for me to love him again.

Andy stared at me, scrutinizing my face for a moment. “You sound like you’ve had some experience in this area.”

“I have. Tons of it. I also tend to pick the wrong guys. My most recent ex dumped me, hit on my best friend, and then tried to blackmail him over it. I was torn up about it for a long time, but I realized it wasn’t me that did anything wrong, and it was a powerful thought. I still hate when it bothers me.”

He looked at me for a moment again, seemingly memorizing my face. “Well, he’s a fool for letting you go.”

I snorted at that. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“Maybe I know all I need to know.” He grinned.

“Yeah, cause knowing my name wouldn’t be helpful.” I laughed.

He joined me, his laughter a welcome sound after the gloomy expression he had on previously. “What IS your name?” He asked.


“Andrew.” He returned.

“I heard that guy call you Andy.” I told him, taking a big gulp of coffee, letting the caffeine rush through my blood stream as I watched him. He really was the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. He had the beachy surfer dude look to him, but at the same time, he seemed refined, as if he was used to being well put together. I found it all intriguing, but I was leaving in less than a week. There was no need to make new friends in DC, especially since I wasn’t planning on returning between semesters. Quite frankly, I wouldn’t mind getting as far away from DC as possible. I needed to find my own place in this world, no more hiding behind bad relationships and elusive parents.

“He’s the only one who ever calls me Andy. Everyone else calls me Andrew. I actually prefer that. It helps me come across as an actual man and not some 18 year old kid anymore.” He laughed.

I balked at his statement. I know I looked little older than 18, but it was still my actual age. I couldn’t imagine that Andrew was that much older than me, but I guess he didn’t realize that I was in the club illegally. He probably thought he was out having coffee with some guy his age. Who knows, maybe he thought he was going to get lucky.

My own thoughts sent me into a tailspin. If he made a move, would I go with it? All the blood rushed to my groin as my mind went off in a thousand different directions, trying to figure out what all the different outcomes of this night could be. It wouldn’t kill me to have a casual hook up before I left for school, get it out of my system before I am face to face with Jason again. Then again, I’m sure that there would be tons of gay guys at Yale and I could find someone there pretty easily. I just had to keep reminding myself that I was worth it. I had value. Any guy would be lucky to have me.

Either way, looking across the table at Andrew, taking in his chiseled features and decided, what the hell? I leaned across the table and looked him straight in the eyes. “Looks like you’re all man to me.” I flirted, holding his bright blue gaze with my own. His cheeks flushed, but his grin totally switched over to a cocky smirk, and I knew that the seed had been planted. Who cares how old he thought I was? I would never see him again after tonight.

“So what’s your story?” He switched gears. “No boyfriend at home that you left behind tonight?” He asked as he sipped at his coffee. My eyes tracked the movement of his lips and throat, enthralled with the flirty shift this conversation had taken. It had been so long since I could just have fun with a guy.

“No boyfriend.” I told him.

“Good.” He grinned. “So what do you do for work?”

I gave him a crooked grin. I didn’t really want to lie right off the bat but there was no way I could tell him I wasn’t even a freshman in college yet. “College student.” I landed on. “How about you?”

“Same. Heading back in a few days.” Neither one of us dared to go any further. We didn’t need more details than that, in all honesty. I think we were both on the same page, so I decided not to push. “Do you want to get out of here?” He finally asked. “We can take a cab back to my place.”

“I can do you one better. My place is around the corner, and no one is there to disturb us.” His eyes flashed dark, and I felt the pleasure that was yet to come trickle through me in a direct shot to my dick. This was hardly like me. I was normally the shy one, the one who let people come to me, but for some reason, with Andrew it felt like I was the aggressor. The realization made me instantly withdraw, waiting for him to make the next decision.

“Sounds good to me. Let’s go.”

cat-male-sex-toys-5Without a word, I followed him out of the diner and we walked down the street in a comfortable silence towards my apartment. I took the time to really study him, totally lost as to how a simple evening out had turned into this strange connection. I should actually be kind of grateful that Lexi left, otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the chance to crash into this gem. When we reached my parents’ building, I greeted the doorman and led Andrew to the elevator. “Fancy.” He stated as the doors closed, with a grin that made me realize he was joking. “You live here alone?”

“No, my parents are out of town. I just spend breaks here.” There, technically not a lie. “Come on.” I told him, taking his hand and leading him down the elaborately decorated hallway and to my parents’ condo. The place was just as I left it, its emptiness feeling almost sterile. It was quite obvious that this was not a home, but rather a place to use as a permanent address. Everything seemed cold and unlived in. Except for my room of course, but that just looked like a bomb went off in it. I had yet to pack anything for the move to Connecticut, but I had a feeling it would be a last minute packing session regardless of any planning. “Want to sit outside?” I offered.

He gulped, and I couldn’t help but stare at that sexy neck and throat as he did so. I had never imagined a throat would be sexy, but seeing how it was one of the few patches of skin I could see, it would have to do. We went out onto the balcony, the warm DC air hitting us as we stepped out of the door. I turned on a fan and we sat down on a pair of lounge chairs on the balcony that overlooked the city. From the 20th floor, we had a great view. I had spent many nights out here this summer, just thinking about life and my mistakes and my future. With a sigh, I settled back against the head pillow. “I have spent so much time out here this summer.” I told him.

“I can see why. It’s gorgeous out here.” He agreed. “You can see almost everything.”

“Yeah. It was a good place to get some peace of mind.”

I could feel his stare on me but didn’t turn to face him. “You know…” He started off slowly. “I think this is the most pleasant evening out I’ve had all summer.”


“Yeah. I mean, I knew things would be different when Brian and I were in the same place again. Since he graduated, he’s been different. I guess once he left college he outgrew me.”

“Were you guys together for long?”

He sighed. “Almost two years. I met him the first week of sophomore year. He was a senior, and it was cool that he noticed me. We were both from DC, and it was a connection that we had that made everything so easy. We could travel back and forth together, and our families got along. He was just so dialed in to everything, and everyone loved him. Yet, for some reason, he chose me.”

“He made a good choice.”

“Obviously not. He broke up with me, remember? For another guy.”

The self deprecation in his voice hit me hard, and it was so much like everything I had ever thought about myself, I instant felt that in that moment, we bonded. We were two birds of a feather, me and Andrew. I pushed myself up and spun in the lounge chair until I was facing him. “Well, that was a bad choice. On his part. Not every relationship is going to be a winner.”

He gave me a small smile. “I’m normally not like this.” He told me, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe it. I could hardly believe it myself. I was never the one who was put together. “I’m usually not so…whiny.” He grinned.

“We all have our moments.” I assured him.

“Seems like you don’t.” He grinned.

I could hardly hold back my laugh. “Please. I’m a train wreck myself, don’t be fooled.” I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees, my face several inches away from his. “And for your information, I happen to think that you are sexy as hell, and that guy is missing out.” I told him in an uncharacteristically bold move.

The flash of lust that crossed Andrew’s eyes shot straight to my groin, and as I watched his bright blue eyes darken to the color of a stormy sea, I became even more aroused. He leaned forward as well, until our faces were less than two inches apart. “I have to agree with you on that one.” He told me. “That wicked mouth has been torturing me since i first laid eyes on you.”

“Tortured, huh?” I teased.

“Absolute torture.” He agreed, moving in closer. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, and before I knew it, his lips were pressed against mine again, just as soft and plump as the first time, but this time with the taste of coffee mixing with his own intoxicating flavor. The kiss was soft and shy, a complete 180 from the one we shared at the club. Andrews hands snaked through my hair, holding me close to him as we kissed from across the gap between our chairs.

It took a moment, but he finally got more brave and pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips, pushing my mouth open for his continued exploration. I eagerly allowed him to enter my mouth, letting out a gasp as his strong tongue danced with mine. There was something special about the way that he kissed me, and I don’t know if it was because it was new and exciting, or because it was going to be just for one night. Either way, I let myself get lost in the way it felt as he held my face in his hands and simply kissed me.

I’m not sure how long we even sat there just kissing, stretched out across two lounge chairs. I didn’t even realize how cramped I was getting from the position until Andrew pulled away and I sat back, my muscles stiffly protesting the sudden change. The separation didn’t last long, though, because Andrew stood up immediately and pulled off his shirt. I stared in awe at the six pack I had no idea he was hiding under his dress shirt, and the way his chest was perfectly dressed with two dusky nipples sitting atop a finely defined chest. This man was sexy as hell. Every time I saw something new, I was more attracted than ever to him.

My free viewing was interrupted by Andrew pulling me to my feet by gripping under my arm pits. The man was ripped. How had I missed that before? He moved my weight around with the same ease you would use to toss a box of graham crackers onto a table. I wasn’t a big guy or anything, but there was NO effort involved. He quickly pulled my own shirt off over my head before his lips reattached to mine, instantly diving in to a more intense kiss than before. Without separating our mouths, he landed back down on the lounge chair with me on top of him. We had ended up in a semi-reclined position, and I shifted until I was straddling his thighs, leaning into him and kissing this sexy stranger like my life depended on it.

I stayed in the position I was in while Andrew rubbed his hands up and down my back. The whole thing was relaxed and enjoyable, rather than a desperate rush to the finish line. It almost felt like he was savoring this moment. I had never had a one night hook up treat me so sweetly or tenderly. Even though he had seemed somewhat earnest before we started, he had completely shifted into someone who’s as going after what he wanted, and it pleased me to know that he wanted me.

I gasped out in pleasure as Andrew’s hands moved down to my ass and gently pushed me closer to him, putting both of our erections in contact through the layers of our pants, sending a wave of pleasure through me. There was no denying that Andrew was huge. I pressed my hips forward so we brushed up against each other with a little more pressure, and groaned out as I began to rock my hips against him.

Andrew pulled his mouth from mine, only to trail his perfect lips down my neck to my collarbone. He gave me a gentle nip before soothing the skin with his tongue. I was panting above him, struggling to hold myself up in the awkward position we were in on this chair. They were obviously not designed for two people, and it was hard to move around, so I focused on simply bucking my hips against him, hoping to get as much contact as possible. His impressive length was rock hard under me, and as soon as I found the perfect angle to thrust against him, I kept at it in a steady rhythm while he trailed his mouth over every inch of skin that he could reach in our position. We didn’t speak a word as we continued to rock back and forth into each other.

“Fuck.” He moaned out. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He slid his hands down to grip my waist and with a well calculated motion, he managed to roll us over in the chair without knocking us off the narrow strip of fabric. He expertly reached back and let the head of the chair down so I was flat on my back with him on top of me, settling in between my legs before I even realized what was happening. Without a word, he took my hands and raised my arms above my head, pinning me down with one hand. He used his other hand to spread my legs further, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist. All the repositioning worked out well, because the new angle left him pressed firmly against my cock, and I moaned out at the thought of just how badly submitting to him in this position turned me on. Gone was the shy Andrew from the diner, replacing that version of himself with a man who was confident in bed. He obviously knew what he was doing.

All coherent thought left my mind as he began to rock into me through both of our pants. Luckily, mine were tight skinny jeans and I felt every ounce of friction against my cock. I let out a stream of incoherent rumblings as our cocks rubbed together through fabric. I wasn’t able to move my arms as he held them down firmly above my head, and his mouth was placing teasing kisses all over my neck and face as he pushed his hips into me as if he was fucking me through our clothes. My ass clenched in desire, desperate for him to be inside of me, but what he was doing to me felt too fucking good to tell him to stop. He let go of my wrists and pushed himself up off of me. “Put your hands behind your head.” He stated plainly. It didn’t sound like an order per se, but the command made me shiver with delight and I eagerly did what he said. I watched as he kissed his way down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. I couldn’t hold back my moan as he nipped at my hip bone and began to pull my pants down. I held my breath as the fabric stopped moving and began to kiss back up my stomach.

“Tease.” I muttered. He chuckled, and then gently but down on my nipple as he climbed back up until his face was right above mine.

“You’re pretty damn cute.” He told me, kissing the tip of my nose.

I wrinkled my nose at his compliment. “Cute?” I laughed. “A minute ago I was sexy. I feel like cute is a downgrade.”

He just laughed, settling his groin against mine anymore. “You can be more than one thing you know.”

“Fine.” I laughed. “In that case, you’re hot as hell but also a cocktease.”

He just grinned before leaning down and kissing me again. As his tongue worked into my mouth, I slid my hands out from behind my head and gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. We settled back into a comfortable rhythm, and it amazed me just how well his body fit against mine. He was taller than me by a few inches, but he was also slightly broader. I was in shape from swimming in high school, but he brought it to a new level. His shoulders were broad, he had perfectly toned biceps, and his chest and stomach were to die for. I longed to run my tongue along every ridge of his abdominal muscles, and I let my mind wander to what his skin would taste like after a long workout.

“You’re thinking about something awfully hard there, Josh.” Andrew laughed as he nipped at my jaw. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Nothing.” I muttered, not wanting to reveal the fact that I was considering future hook ups when the plan was for this to be just a one night thing.

Andrew just grinned at me. “Like I said. You’re cute.” I tried to hide my blush, but that just made him laugh more.

I needed a way to make him start messing around again. My dick was hard as a rock, and there were still far too many layers of clothes between us. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea. “Want to go for a swim?” I offered, raising my eyebrows at him.

“A swim?” Andrew repeated, staring at me like i was crazy.

I laughed. “Yeah, come with me.” I grabbed his hand and pushed him off of me before dragging him around to the corner of the balcony where there was a staircase to the roof. Being in the penthouse had its perks, even if I could hardly tell you what my father looked like these days. On the roof was a lap pool that was installed a few years ago when my father was trying to make up for the fact that he was never home and had missed the state championship swim meet. The pool was perfect for hot DC summer nights, and in the winter we had it heated so I could swim whenever I wanted. I knew I wasn’t going to be a professional athlete, but swimming was where I felt the most at ease.

“Holy shit.” Andrew breathed out. “Your place is insane.”

I just shrugged, not wanting to have to have that conversation with him. “So you want to go in?” I asked again, getting ready to push my pants down. He looked hesitant for a second, so I grinned at him before shoving my pants down, standing bare before him. His eyes went wide as he gawked at me, but before he had a chance to really stare at the goods, I turned and dove into the cool water. When I resurfaced, he was standing close to the edge, looking unsure about his next move. “Well? Are you coming in?”

“Naked?” He asked, staring at me. I’m sure all the good stuff looked fuzzy and distorted from the water and lack of lights up here, but it certainly didn’t stop him from trying.

“Yes, naked.” I grinned. “Come on. It’s fine. I bet you look hot as fuck naked and wet.” I winked at him, and it seemed to relax him a little bit. He pushed off his jeans and boxers, stepping out of them gingerly before he jumped in and joined me. When his blonde head returned to the surface for some air, I moved closer to him. “Nice, isn’t it?”

“I have to say I have never gone swimming on a roof at 2 am with a stranger before.” He smiled at me.

“First time for everything.” I splashed water at him before sinking under the surface and swimming away. I was pleased to see that he followed me, and we spent a good chunk of time splashing around and goofing off. I was right-the sight of him naked and wet was hot as fuck. After he finally loosened up and relaxed a bit, he was hanging out near the edge of the pool. I swam over to him and pressed against him until his back was against the wall and there was skin to skin contact all the way down the lengths of our bodies. “I was right, you know.” I teased him, placing a kiss at the top of his sternum. The muscles of his chest glistened in the moonlight from the water, and I was glad that we were having this adventure. This was so different from the hook ups at school with guys who wanted to meet in obscure places and were then ashamed that I blew them or they fucked me. This was someone who had wanted to talk to me, wanted to come home with me, and didn’t care that people saw us together. I am pretty much done with the whole closet routine at this point in my life. Granted, we were never going to see each other again, but it was kind of nice to not have to worry about people seeing us later and having to hide it.

I could feel his erection against my hip bone, so I reached between us and gently started to stroke him, the water acting as a natural lubricant for me. His eyes closed for a moment as his breathing became labored, and I knew I was doing something right because he was clearly enjoying it. “Fuck.” He whispered, opening his eyes and staring into mine. He didn’t break our state as I continued to massage his length with a light grip, stopping every now and then to rub my thumb over his slit. I couldn’t tell if he was leaking because of the water, but the thick rod in my hand was definitely hard and there was no denying that Andrew was enjoying it. I reached up to start kissing his neck, loving the way his pulse was racing under my lips. “Oh, God.” He whimpered, encouraging me to pump faster. He had one hand gripping the concrete edge of the pool, the other tight around my waist, keeping me pressed against him despite the buoyancy of the water trying to pull me away. Finally, with a prolonged drown, Andrew threw his head back and his body shook with a powerful orgasm. I stroked him to completion, not stopping until he moved my hand from the sensitive skin of his shaft and placed it on the wall beside him.

Andrew gave me a shy grin as he struggled to catch his breath before leaning in and kissing my mouth again. “Holy fuck, that was amazing.” He breathed out against my skin.

icon-50-shades-darker-compressor“That was nothing.” I taunted, hoping he wasn’t too spent to continue. It had been a pretty powerful orgasm, but I was hoping he wasn’t the kind of guy who would get off and get out. He just chuckled and went back to kissing me, his hands rising up to grasp my hair. The gentle tug was a welcome distraction from my own hard on, and I couldn’t wait to see what he would do about it.

It didn’t take me long to figure it out. Andrew pulled me a few feet over to where the water was shallower and we could both stand comfortably with our shoulders above water. “Do you do this often?” He asked. It didn’t come across as judgmental or condescending, but like he was just asking out of curiosity.

I squirmed under his stare. “Not recently.” I admitted. “I was dating a guy, but since he broke up with me, I haven’t much felt like hooking up with anyone else.”

“His loss.” He stated simply before his mouth was back on mine again. I could safely say that there was no way I was getting tired of his kisses anytime soon. He used the perfect amount of pressure, and he knew just where to place his hands to tease without pushing too far. He had me teetering on the edge just long enough to think I was going to go crazy with lust before he slid his hand in a way that would ease the tension inside me. Without saying anther word, he grasped my hips and slid me out of the water, placing me on the edge of the pool with my groin pretty much right in front of his face. I have to admit that the way he effortlessly moved me was a huge fucking turn on, but I didn’t have time to think about it because before I knew it, his mouth was wrapped around my cock head and I was falling back onto my elbows on the hard tile lining the roof.

“Oh fuck, yes.” I moaned out as he expertly massaged my shaft with his mouth. One hand had crept up my leg and was massaging my thigh, but I could hardly focus on anything else but the way it felt to have my manhood in his mouth. Andrew worked his tongue up and down over me, applying the perfect amount of pressure and driving me wild. With a pop, he pulled off my head, but before I could react, his mouth had wrapped around one of my balls and I was in heaven. “Oh god.” I moaned out. “More.” I begged. Andrew took his time, though, and continued to work over one ball before transferring his attention to the next. I was writhing beneath him, at the mercy of his talented tongue and mouth, but I wasn’t exactly complaining about it.

I was so turned on I hardly noticed when Andrew moved back to my shaft. I could feel my orgasm rising up from inside me, and with an explosive moan I poured myself into his mouth, oozing cum down his throat. He moaned out as I came, eagerly swallowing it all down, the muscles of his mouth milking me dry with each gulp.

“Fuck.” I breathed out as he pulled off me and kissed the inside of my thigh. “You are good at that.”

He just chuckled before lifting himself put of the pool and laying down beside me on the cool tile. “That was a first for me.” He confessed.

“What? No way. You were too good at it.”

He just laughed. “Not blowing you. Hooking up in a pool. Hooking up with a stranger, actually.” He said sheepishly. “I’ve always been a sex only once I’m in love kind of guy.”

“I don’t normally do the stranger thing either.” I admitted. “But I’m glad I did. That was fucking awesome.” His laugh was the only response.

I’m not quite sure how long we sat there in the dark, staring up at the sky. The night was clear, and you could see miles of starlit sky. It felt so peaceful up here. You could hardly hear the street noise, and because it was part of our house, no one else came up here. We had all the privacy we could ever want, and I often took advantage of that fact. This was my happy place, and I was more than happy to share it with Andrew. Not even Jason had been up here. It was a sanctuary for me, and it had never seemed right to come all the way out here with him. Yet, lying here with a total stranger, I felt completely at ease, completely at home.

At some point, we finally decided to gather our clothes and move inside. As I shut down the lights on the balcony, I saw that Andrew was getting back into his pants, and the feeling of dread I always got when I was alone in this big empty apartment hit me like a freight train. I took a deep breath to mentally prepare myself for the fact that he was running away from me already, just like everyone else always did. “I should probably get going. It’s pretty late.” He announced as I walked back into the living room.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “I’m sure you want to get going.”

He tilted his head and stared at me as if he was trying to figure me out. “I hd a really nice time tonight.”

“Me too.” I shrugged, staring down at the ground. I wanted a one night stand, I certainly got one.

“You want to do it again sometime?” He asked shyly.

I looked up at him, and his blue eyes were full of hope, and it made me realize that maybe, he felt this connection was possibly a little deeper than I originally imagined too. It felt almost…serendipitous. “Why don’t you stay a little longer?” I suggested, moving closer to him. He gulped and took a step back, but his back bumped into the wall and he was trapped between me and the wall. I put my hands in both of his and pulled them out to the side while pressing up against him. He didn’t respond, but leaned down until his mouth hit mine, and within seconds, we were grasping at each other like horny teenagers, our hands all over each other all over again. I slid my hands to the top of his pants and pulled his shirt out. “Come to bed with me.” I offered, pressing my lips to his jaw and moving them over to his ear. He sighed with content as I tasted the skin there, traces of chlorine still coating his skin, mixed with a taste unique to him.

He didn’t say a word, but rather, quietly offered me his hand and followed me to my bedroom. The cleaning lady must have been in today because the floor was actually clean, and all of my clothes right were neatly stacked on my desk to put away. It was probably the only time I have ever been happy when she touched my stuff, but mostly because I don’t look like a pig because of her. Andrew glanced around, but didn’t say a word as he dropped my hand and turned me around so I faced him. I waited in needy silence as he slowly dragged his hand over my bare chest before he finally took his shirt off again. I just grinned at him and reached for his pants buckle, shoving them down along with his briefs before I backed up until my knees hit the bed. He quickly took over and grabbed onto my hips, effortlessly tossing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me. His hands were all over me, and in a matter of minutes, we were both completely naked all over again.

In a move that exuded pure power, Andrew flipped me over onto my back and spread my legs wide while rolling me up onto my back. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my hips, and my cock began to weep as his intentions became perfectly clear. I grabbed onto my legs and held them back for me as he settled over me. “Condoms?” He asked, his voice gruff with lust. I could feel his cock pressing against me, wet with his own juices. My stomach lurched as I realized just how big he is and how great he was bound to feel inside me. I had been getting kind of worried that he was too passive for me and might not be the top I was hoping for, but once we got into the bedroom, is whole demeanor had shifted into the powerful, strong type I was notoriously attracted to. He had seemed so sweet and earnest before, but this was a side I could totally appreciate and get behind. Or under, as the case may be.

“Top drawer.” I nodded towards the nightstand, watching as he took charge and grabbed stuff from the drawer. I watched as he ripped a condom open with his teeth and rolled it onto his impressive length with ease, pleasantly surprised when he turned his attention back to me and started teasing my hole with his fingertip. I laid back in anticipation in anticipation as he lowered his mouth to my shaft, teasing my head as his finger gently pushed inside. I gasped as the pressure rapidly subsided and he continued to move it inside me, thrusting in and out as he moved his mouth down to suckle my balls. He added a second finger, and I had to bite back my moan as his digits filled me.

“You’re so tight.” He whispered against my skin. “You’re going to feel amazing.”

“Stop teasing.” I moaned out. “More. Please.” I moaned out as his fingertip brushed against my prostate.

He didn’t make me wait for long, lining himself up and slowly inching into my ass as I stretched around him. He was big, bigger than I remembered from jerking him off in the pool, and he had me so deliciously full I was seeing stars. “Fuck.” Andrew moaned out as he settled deep inside me. “Josh.” My name fell from his lips in the sexiest way imaginable. A strange feeling washed over me, as if this felt like what I was missing all summer. It felt like home. I know that sounds crazy, considering I had just met him and this was the only time I would ever see him, but something just clicked inside me in a way I had never experienced. It felt…beautiful.

My sappy thoughts rapidly dissolved as Andrew began to rock in and out of me. He moved with such ease, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulging of his biceps as he held himself above me. How had I not noticed the muscles before? They were like solid rock. I lost the ability to think clearly as he began to pound harder and harder. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me with each thrust. He certainly knew what he was doing, and had me moaning out with such pleasure I could hardly stand it. I would never last at this rate.

Andrew took me by complete surprise as he leaned down and began to kiss me as he slowed down his thrusts to a gentle rocking. His tongue probed into my mouth at the same tempo as his cock, and I found myself meting into his touch. I had never experienced something so tender and gentle. In all the months of hooking up with Adam and being his boyfriend, for lack of a better term, he had never made me feel so good. He liked it hard and rough, and usually up against a wall from behind. Not that I minded at the time, but it always seemed like he was trying to dissociate. With Andrew, he made me feel like he was really into it, and the warm, fuzzy feeling came right back.

Without warning, Andrew wrapped his arms under my shoulders and rolled us both over so I was on top of him. Without a word, he adjusted himself inside me, and gripped my hips to guide me into a pattern that worked for both of us. Riding him put him so deep inside me, my cock was practically pouring precum onto his stomach from all the pleasure. Andrew gave a few more hard thrusts, and I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and he shuddered with his orgasm. Watching him explode mixed with the sensation of his cum bursting into the condom inside me was enough to set me off too, and without even touching myself, I poured my cum out all over him, coating his muscular chest all the way up to his neck. “Fuck.” He moaned out as he finished shuddering inside me. “You’re so fucking hot.” He breathed out, pulling me down to him. I didn’t even care that my juices were sticky between us. The fresh jizz mixed with our sweat coated both of our stomachs as we lay pressed against each other. In a completely unexpected move, Andrew kissed the op of my head. “That had to have been the best sex of my life.” He breathed out, making me grin against his chest.

“I would have to agree with you on that one.” I laughed. I peeled myself off of him, and stealthy slid off of his shrinking cock. Without a word, I peeled the condom off of him and tied it off before I tossed it in the barrel by my bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth, I made my way back to him and gently cleaned up our mess.

“I should go.” He muttered, but his words didn’t match his lack of movement or the fact that he looked so sleepy.

“Sleep here.” I told him. “I’m not kicking you out.”

He just grinned and patted the space next to him. Without a word, I climbed into bed and held the covers back for him to climb in beside me. He rolled towards me instantly, and wrapped his arm around me, his soft cock nestled nicely between my ass cheeks. I was sore in the best way imaginable, and the sound of Andrew’s steady breathing behind me was enough to lull me to sleep.

There was only one word for the way I woke up the next morning: amazing.

Before I even opened my eyes, I was perfectly aware of the slurping sounds coming from underneath the sheet, and the warm lips wrapped around my cock were very efficiently getting me going. I moved the sheet back, revealing Andrew enthusiastically sucking my cock and staring up at me. “Well, good morning to you too.” I grinned.

He popped his mouth of me and slid up my body with the agility of a gymnast. “Morning.” He grinned right back at me, pressing his lips to mine and letting his body drop against mine. He was hard as a rock as well, pressed tightly against my thigh. I let myself get lost in his kiss for a moment, allowing myself the guilty pleasure of imagining this lasting for more than one night. Andrew had hinted that he’d like to hang out again, and that was before I let him fuck me, so the odds were actually pretty good he meant it. Although…it was possible he just wanted to get in my pants and knew exactly what angle to play in order to be successful with that. But who am I kidding? It’s not like it’s hard to do. “Hey.” He nudged me, startling me and breaking me out of my train of thought. “Where’d you go?”

I chuckled. “Sorry, still half asleep.” I lied. No way was I going to tell him what was actually going on in my head. “Want to take a shower?” I wiggled my eyebrows at him, laughing when his blue eyes turned dark and stormy with lust. I took that as a hint, pushing him back and climbing out of bed before pulling him along with me to my en suite bathroom. He laughed as I pulled him, and the laid back, fun feeling of the night was continuing right on through to the morning. We were barely under the water before he was all over me again, his lips tracing sexy-as-sin patterns down the column of my neck down to my naked chest. I didn’t even have time to process what was happening before he spun me around and guided my hands to the wall to brace myself against the tile. His tongue traced my spine as his hands danced over my ass cheeks, slowly spreading them and making his way to my hole, where he spit directly on me before using it as lube to slide his finger into me. I gasped out loud at the shock of initial contact, but quickly adapted and just focused on the sensation he was giving me.

Andrew inserted another finger inside me, the extra girth stretching me in the most delicious way possible. He kissed his way back up my back and nuzzles his face into my neck, pumping even deeper inside me as I moaned shamelessly under him. “You have the finest ass I have ever seen.” He murmured into my ear just as I let out a yelp when he hit my prostate. “Mmm. You like that, don’t you?” He teased.

“Don’t stop.” It was all I could get out as he relentlessly tormented my button.

“Don’t intend to.” He chuckled, stopping his pumping and just manipulating his fingertips against me. I had my hands clamped firmly against the tile, but I could have used something more stable to hold on to in the hopes that he would be fucking sometime soon.

I didn’t have to wait long for my wish to come true. It took mere seconds before he had withdrawn his fingers and was pressing the head of his cock against my well stretched hole. The weeping fluid from his own slit was enough lube when paired with the water pouring down over us. With a single pop, he slid into me and pressed all the way inside me before giving me a second to adjust. I was so well prepped that I didn’t even hesitate before pressing myself back into him and starting to move over him.

cat-clearanceAndrew took the hint and straightened behind me, sliding his hands to my waist and beginning to pump in a steady rhythm inside me. “Fuck, yes.” I moaned out. “Harder.” I demanded. He tightened his grip on my hips and began to pump harder and harder until I had to press my whole upper body against the wall to keep myself in position without slipping on the wet shower floor. “Oh god.” I moaned out. “Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunted out at me, burying himself in me and then pausing, torturing me with the teasing fullness. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Keep going, Andrew. Fuck me.” I groaned, pushing my hips back and forth to keep the contact going.

He kissed my shoulder before resuming his pumping, but also reached around me and got a firm grip on my cock with one hand. Andrew began to stroke me tightly with one hand while he pressed up against me and really began to drive into me. I was so lost in the pleasure he was giving me. I didn’t even notice that his pumping had become erratic until I felt his hot cum pouring inside me, coating my walls with his juices. I lost it around the same time he did, spraying my load all over the shower wall. Andrew rested his head against my back and groaned before he pulled out of me. “Fuck. That had to have been the best sex of my life.” He panted against my skin.

“Pretty fucking amazing.” I agreed as I straightened, ignoring the kink in my spine from the awkward position in the shower. He straightened as well and stepped all the way under the spray before pulling me with him. We kissed lazily under the water until it ran cold, before we finally got out.

Andrew and I putzed around for a while, took a few selfies from bed, made some breakfast, and surprisingly, he hung around with me until early afternoon. Before he left, we made plans to hang out on Thursday. Even though I was laving on Saturday, it seemed like it would be fun to have another night of great sex before I went off to college and never saw him again. I already knew he was a senior, and once he graduated from wherever he went, he would be moving who knows where, and I would never have to worry about it again. I got some great sex out of it, and we had a good time. It’s not every day a one night stand is so enjoyable, but Andrew and I actually had a lot to talk about too. It was fun, and fun was not something I had been having a lot of lately. I felt happy, and happy times were few and far between lately.

The rest of my day was pretty uneventful. My parents never came home, so I just watched some TV, went for a swim, and hung out. A brief phone call with Jason revealed that he would be home the next day, so we made plans to spend some time together and talk about school stuff. I was pretty excited we could actually finalize some things. Jason and I may have made up, but it was clear that his life revolved around Matt now. Not that I blame him, Matt was got as hell and also kind of a good guy. He had been afraid to come out threw all of high school, but he made the jump for Jason, and that was enough for me.

My relationship with Jason had never been anything sexual, but I had certainly thought about it at times, and secretly wished he would have noticed me romantically first, but it never happened, and now forever in the friend zone I will stay. While it sucked, it was just the way it was, and I could accept that. I would rather have him as a best friend than not at all. When Jason came breezing through the door the next day, he looked like a different person. Sure, his looks were the same, and he was just a little tanner, but his overall presence seemed to have shifted. The air around him had even changed, and he seemed so happy, happier than I had ever seen him in four years. As he told me stories about his vacation in Nantucket with Matt, I realized that it wasn’t that anything changed, it was just that he was in love, and any malicious thoughts I had towards Matt instantly vanished. He was happy, and that made me happy. I could deal with his friendship, and I guess I could warm up to having Matt around as well.

We were lounging by the pool when a shadow crossed over me. I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know it was my father, but I sat up and acknowledged his presence either way. “Joshua.” He told me in the curt tone that was actually used for his kind side. I hadn’t seen the man in weeks, you would think that he would be a little more warm and fuzzy when greeting me, but this is pretty much as friendly as he got.

“Hi Dad.” I greeted him as I sat up.

“Hello, Jason.” He greeted Jay as well before he turned his attention back to me. “You need to pack your belongings today.” He told me.

“I’m not moving until Saturday though.” I told him.

“You need to go up in the morning.” He told me. “I arranged a town car to take you. You should be ready to leave at 7 am to avoid some of the traffic in the city.”

“Wait, why?” I asked. “I’m supposed to have all week. What’s the big rush?”

He sighed and glanced down at his watch before turning to walk away. “I don’t have time for this, Joshua. Just be ready to go.”

I jumped out of my seat and followed him down the stairs to the balcony. “But, Dad. Why do I have to leave early? I’m supposed to have all week. I have plans with friends. What about Lexi? She’ll be so mad if I don’t let her know that I’m leaving early.”

“I’ve arranged for you to work part time at Joel’s office for the school year, and he’ll need you to go for orientation on Wednesday and Thursday.” He told me. My shoulders instantly dropped. Of course he would want my college education to be a business opportunity for him. He had forced me into some ridiculous internships during high school, and all I had ever done was pour coffee for entitled businessmen. It’s pretty much 100% of the reason I never want to work in a corporate setting like that. Or if I do, I never want to be the type who takes advantage of young and eager interns.

“Come on! You can’t give me one year to enjoy myself?” I asked him. “It’s college. Shouldn’t the fact that I got into Yale be enough to keep you happy for a while?”

“I am very glad you got into Yale, Joshua.” He sighed. “I want you to succeed. That’s all I have ever wanted for you. And you’ll love working for Joel. He works for the Ecuadorian consulate. You’ll be doing all the things you love, and you’ll actually be working, not just an intern. You have an actual position, and it’s not a large time commitment. I think you will actually enjoy it.”

“Then why didn’t you ask me first? Why don’t I ever have a say in anything?” I argued. “And what about the dorms? Am I just supposed to live in a hotel for five days? Why can’t you just let me be a normal kid for once?”

He stared at me for a moment before walking closer and wrapping his arms around me. My father rarely showed affection, so this was extremely out of character for him. “I want you to enjoy college, but I want you to stay out of trouble. You’ll enjoy this job, and you’ll get to move into the dorm early. I know you are bummed about Jason wanting to live with someone else, so I made sure you got a private room. Think of how much ore fun it will be when you bring guys home.” He teased me. “College is a great experience, and I want you to make the most of it. You’re so independent, Joshua. Let me help you with this.”

I sighed and let him hug me. “Okay. I’ll do it.” I wasn’t thrilled about it, but I was not going to do me any good to argue with him. What he was proposing wasn’t the end of the world, but it wasn’t great news either. My father disappeared into the home office, and I trudged back up the stairs to the pool. “Hey.” I told Jason. “I’m going to have to call it a day. I have to pack before I leave in the morning.”

“You couldn’t get out of it?” He asked, concern etched on his face.

“Naw, but it’s cool.” I told him as I pulled my shirt back on and grabbed my stuff. “You can stay up here if you want, but I have to get my stuff ready.”

“I’ll help you pack.” He offered, and I graciously accepted as he followed me to my room. We spent the rest of the afternoon sorting through my stuff and packing a couple suitcases, figuring I would just buy whatever else I need once I got to school. It’s not like I couldn’t find whatever I forgot. By the time Jason took off, my father had already left for another trip, and I spent the evening on the couch watching TV. By the time I dragged myself to bed, I was exhausted, and a little bummed I would be leaving DC so early. Watching the city fade away behind me as the town car drove north, I realized that this was my chance to do something great with my life. Maybe I would meet someone new and exciting in college. Maybe I would figure out what I want to do with my life.

The next few days passed in a blur. Moving in was pretty uneventful because I was the only one there. As promised, my father had negotiated his way into a single room for me in one of the newer dorms on campus, and I set up the room the way I wanted it. It was a nice space, small but cozy. I spent some time wandering around New Haven, found a local gay bar to hang out at, and went to my training as promised to my father. I was wrong to complain about it, because it was pretty awesome. I was going to be working on a team that helped Ecuadorian citizens who had moved to the city and help them with paperwork and adjusting to life here. It would give me a chance to practice speaking in Spanish with people and really do something I like. I was always interested in public health, so maybe I could use this as a way to break into that field.

By the time Friday rolled around, I was officially lonely. It was eerily quiet on campus, and not even my resident advisor had moved in yet. I ended up going o bed early out of sheer boredom. I realized as I was falling asleep that I had missed my meeting with Andrew, and it upset me to think that he probably thought I was blowing him off. I didn’t want to do that, but I had no way to reach him. He would just have to be a missed encounter, but it was disappointing, because my last weekend in town had been amazing before the rushed move to Connecticut.

My sleep was filled with dreams of that weekend, and by the time I woke up, I was hard as a rock and disappointed that I didn’t get another sexual adventure with the handsome stud I had met in the club last week. With a lazy sigh, my hand found my hard cock under my sheet and comforter, and I began to stroke myself, thinking about the way it felt when I had my cock in Andrew’s mouth, how he had expertly worked his tongue over my shaft, how he had lapped up my juices like a delicious treat he didn’t dare spare a drop. I spit on my palm and used the saliva as a lubricant so I could more easily work my palm over myself.

fisting-compressorI squeezed my eyes shut and settled back into the bed, letting my mind race with the memories of all the dirty things Andrew and I had done together. I let my mind conjure up the image of him naked, his cock standing straight up, hard and virile, ready to fuck me. With a moan, I used the fingers of my other hand and inserted them into my mouth, getting them nice and wet before I rolled my legs back and inserted a finger into my hole. I worked my shaft and hole in the same rhythm, keeping my eyes closed and just picturing it was Andrew who was pleasuring me instead of my own digits. It did the trick, and I continued to fuck myself urgently as I conjured up the images of Andrew wet in the pool, and thought about how if I had had the chance, I would have let him fuck me in that pool. Andrew’s face as he came inside me was the last thing I imagined as I poured my juices into my own hand. I panted as I recovered in the aftermath of a monstrous orgasm, and let a goofy grin wash over my face. Andrew had been good enough in bed that I could very easily use him as inspiration for some masturbatory sessions until I met someone new.

I had barely caught my breath when there was a knock on my door. I hastily pulled on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt before opening the door. There, standing before me, was the object of my most recent session of self-pleasure. Andrew was in front of me wearing a navy blue polo with YALE embroidered on the chest, and a pair of pressed khaki pants with loafers. He looked like the textbook definition of Ivy League yuppy, and I had to hold in a laugh. “What are you doing here?” I asked him. “How did you find me?”

Andrew blinked his eyes at me a few times, as if he couldn’t believe what I was doing standing in front of him. Josh?” He questioned.

“Hi!” I said brightly, still unsure what was going on. “What are you doing here?” I asked again.

Andrew continued to stand there. “This isn’t happening.” He muttered. “You’re a freshman. You can’t be a freshman.”

“I am.” I returned, leaning against the door frame, hoping that I came across as sexy and confident, even though I was freaking out a little inside.

“You can’t live here.” He spat out. “Did Brian put you up to this?”

In that moment, the head of residential services, who had helped get me settled before, appeared behind Andrew in the same outfit he had on. “Oh good!” She exclaimed. “You’ve met Josh! Josh, Andy will be your resident advisor for the year. Let him know if you have any questions, but I think we covered everything pretty well on Tuesday.” She fluttered away, off to greet some other new freshmen, leaving Andrew staring at me as if he had seen a ghost. Or maybe the devil. He looked more angry than alarmed or shocked.

“I’m sorry about Thursday.” I told him. “I had to move last minute and I didn’t have a way to reach you.” I gave him a cute little pout.

“I can’t believe this.” He muttered. “Yet another fucking mistake.”

“Andrew.” I started, but he held up his hand to stop me.

“No. You don’t get to talk right now. You lied to me.” He told me, and started to back away.

“I didn’t lie!”

He held his hands up again. “You need to put in a transfer to another floor.” He told me. “I want nothing to do with whatever game you’re playing.” He turned and walked away, leaving me in my doorway, completely shocked as to what just happened. Why the heck was the world so against me that it wouldn’t just send me someone actually good for me for a change? Andrew practically ran away from me, and if he had it his way, he would have probably set me on fire before he got the hell away from me. So there was this beautiful sexy stranger that didn’t have to be a stranger, and yet he was just one more guy who wanted to fuck me and bail. Would it ever change for me? Andrew didn’t even look back at me as he walked away.

Well, fuck. So much for a new start here. Looks like some things just don’t change, no matter what your zip code is.

Written By: Elno 2015

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One Response to Problem with a One Night Stand-Part 1

  1. Mike says:

    Hot story can’t wait to jo to the next installment

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