Free Last Days of Summer: College Dudes Gone Wild (Dirtyhunk Gay Sex & Erotica Anthology) by Brian West Page A

looking. The mirror on the hallway closet sliding door gave
me away.
    “What?” he barked.
    He still sounded angry.
    “Nothing,” I said, suddenly feeling
uncomfortable again. Unlike before, I now had wood between my legs and I sure
as hell didn’t want him to see it.
    “You’re staring,” he said, point blank.
    I felt a rush of endorphins rise up in my
gut. Yeah, of course I was staring! Was it such a crime? I wanted to make a move,
as strange as that would have been – going from hate to hot in such a short
amount of time – but I played it neutral instead.
    “I’m staring at your stuff,” I said. “Did
you move your whole damn house out here?”
    He glared at me for a few seconds and then
went back to work.
    “Mind your own business,” he said as he
lugged a duffel bag over his shoulder.
    That’s when I lost my wood. The
arrogance-routine had long since gotten old and frankly, it was boring.
    I marched over to him once my boner was
completely gone.
    “Dude... What’s your deal? I’m just trying
to be friendly.”
    He stopped working again and then threw his
hands casually onto his waist, kind of like how construction guys do it. It
looked real macho and I started to get hot and bothered again. There was
something about him.
    “Look, I just want to get my shit done.
Okay?”
    “Bad day?” I asked as I picked up a duffel
bag off the floor and thrust it in his direction.
    His glare softened as he took the bag from
me.
    It was a baby step, if you could even call
it that, but a step in the right direction nonetheless. Anything to tear down
his rock-hard demeanor.
    “This school’s shit!” he barked.
    “Why’s that?”
    “Professors. Counselors. Tuition. Classes.
Take your pick,” he said as he threw the duffel bag into a corner. Glass
shattered as soon as the bag hit the wall.
    “Fuck!” he groaned. “Add wasted cologne to
that list.”
    I couldn’t help but grin as the scent of
his cologne began to waft through the air. It was cool and edgy, just like him.
    “What?”
    “Dude... Chill out. This stuff always works
itself out.”
    He didn’t seem so convinced.
    I had no idea what was going on with him
but I decided to take the high road and break the ice.
    “I’m Trevor,” I said as I extended out my
hand.
    “Dan,” he mumbled and then slapped his hand
into mine and then quickly retrieved it.
    The guy had a serious attitude problem but
I was still willing to help him so over the next twenty minutes or so we lugged
the rest of his stuff into his room. Manual labor provided the ideal bonding
experience that idle conversation could not accomplish. Once we were done, we
grabbed some beers from the fridge and kicked back in the lounge. I think the
beers, more than anything else, scored me tons of brownie points because as
soon as he got a cold bottle into his hands, his mood shifted.
    “Good stuff, bro...” he said once he
drowned the last of his beer.
    “No worries,” I said before I took another
swig of mine. I was barely halfway through my bottle.
    He kept a steady eye on me, which got me a
little nervous, and then he came at me like a ton of bricks.
    “Cock or ass?” he asked.
    “Huh?”
    I could only manage one word without
choking on my beer.
    His gaze was filled with curiosity. I
wondered what was running through his head as I pondered his bizarre question.
    My heart began to race once I clued in. Had
I been right all along – did he do the nasty with dudes?
    Dan quietly got off the sofa and went back
to his room, leaving me to dwell in my own torment of thoughts. When he finally
reappeared, he dangled a pair of worn briefs around his finger and then he
tossed them into my lap. They landed in my crotch.
    “We’ll see what you are,” was all he said
before he offered up a quick wink and headed for the door.
    Once he was gone I took his briefs into my
hands. They were warm, which meant that he had just handed me the underwear
that he’d been wearing.
    “Well played,” I