Last Days of Summer: College Dudes Gone Wild (Dirtyhunk Gay Sex & Erotica Anthology)

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JOCK GAMES: PLAYING FOR KEEPS
ONE
    His name was Dan.
    When he walked into our dorm room lounge he
didn’t just wander in – he swaggered into our space and slipped right past me
without a word, attitude and arrogance dripping off his back. He acted like he
owned the place.
    He reeked of varsity-jock entitlement.
    My thoughts went into high-gear: well-bred,
rich, straight, big cock, definitely a jock – football or basketball was my
guess – and clearly the partying type. One by one, second by second, the labels
began to stack up in my mind. Looking at him wander around, his infectious
energy spewing everywhere, it was clear that my rooming experience was going to
be a challenge. I had been expecting a laid-back quiet dude to show up.
Instead, I got six feet of hard muscle, red-hot looks and an impossible
attitude.
    I wasn’t sure what I hated the most:
    He was unapologetic about his arrogance;
    He looked like a million bucks;
    He had me horned up in barely a minute;
    And worst of all: he was me ... Only
better!
    On campus, I am the guy who swaggers around
and gets all the attention. With Dan around, I was sure that would all change.
Heck, he even had my attention – that never happens! A pretty little bird once
told me all about loving and loathing simultaneously, but until Dan showed up,
I had no idea what the chick meant.
    Talk about contradiction!
    Five minutes... That’s all it took for him
to give me enough details – through body language alone – to know that he was hot
shit , not to mention, a guy to be reckoned with. I knew that I would have
to step up my game if there was ever any hope for me to remain a top dog around
campus.
     
     
    “I’ll take that one,” Dan said, once he was
finished scoping out our pad. He was referring to my room. It did not surprise
me at all that he went after it. Out of the two rooms available, I had taken
the largest.
    First come, first serve , was what I felt compelled to say but with him towering over the
entrance, I suddenly lost my voice. Reluctantly, I looked over at the smaller
room to my right and contemplated how bad it really could be. When I turned
back to him, our eyes both drifted down to the pile of stuff that I had already
placed on the floor – luggage, football gear, my laptop and some other shit –
and I took that opportunity to set him straight.
    “Actually, I got my stuff in here,” I said.
    He looked me over with disapproval but I
didn’t give a shit. I stood my ground. If he wanted to swagger into my world
and be somebody , then he would have to damn well earn his place! The
nerve of him... Did he think he could just stake his claim wherever he wanted?
I was the big cock on campus – not him.
    What a fucking jerk.
    An insanely hot jerk, sure... But still a
jerk in any event.
    Perhaps it was the animosity that had
mounted, in haste I might add, but I suddenly had my swagger back.
    Dan surrendered but he didn’t seem pleased.
The look on his face said it all. I still felt a sense of pride well up in my
gut when he finally took the second room.
    That’ll fucking show him , I thought to myself.
    Overall, it took five minutes to size each
other up and another five to become rivals.
    With the larger room back in my control,
anger inevitably gave way to lust. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. When he
began to lug his stuff from the lounge into his tiny room, going back and forth
without saying a word, his muscles strained in what became a beautiful display
of perfection. He was wearing a pair of cargo shorts, a white polo, a ball cap
and flip flops. Each time he bent over to grab something, I managed to steal a
peek. His arm muscles burst out of his polo shirt, threatening to tear the
sleeves, and the layers of muscle on his backside, nape of neck to ass, were
perfect. His calves also looked inviting enough to warrant a bunch of stares. I
could easily see myself licking them all over.
    He abruptly stopped laboring over his stuff
when he caught me

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