Out in the Surf (Out in College 9)

And my dick. Yeah, don’t worry…I didn’t waste time getting in touch with my feelings. I was far too busy meeting the sexual onslaught coming my way.

Cal was all over me, backing me against the wall of his apartment, squeezing my ass, then my dick. He tongue-fucked me until we were both gasping for air. He bit my bottom lip before inching away, his nostrils flaring as he stroked me from base to tip. Without a word, he slid to his knees and swallowed me whole.

For a man who was new at the art of cock-sucking, Cal was damn good at it. He didn’t try any crazy maneuvers. His technique was base and carnal. He licked and sucked greedily…as if I might be his last meal. He was messy in his enthusiasm, and that turned me on more than I ever would have thought possible. It was another sign that I wasn’t alone in this. Cal wanted me as much as I wanted him.

And I wanted him bad.

I tugged his hair and yanked him to his feet, fastening my mouth over his and devouring him. We made out as we stumbled to his room, falling sideways onto his bed. We were like human pretzels with tangled limbs and tongues. We writhed hungrily, using precum as natural lube as we humped and grinded.

I was close to blowing my load. Ugh. I did not want to be the first to come. I pushed his chest and rolled sideways to grab the lube and a condom from his nightstand drawer. Cal snatched the condom away and tore it open. I wrapped my fingers around his girth like I was his personal fluffer on a porn set…which in a way, I was.

But instead of rolling the latex on himself, he rolled it down my shaft, his gaze locked on mine.

“I want you inside me,” Cal rasped. “Please.”

Holy shit.

I kissed his nose and rested my forehead to his. “You sure?”

“Very sure.”

It took some time to prepare him. I used every trick in the book. I loved bottoming for Cal, but I preferred to top, and doing this for him felt extra special somehow. I wanted to be sure to bring my A game. I moved slowly, but with purpose, stretching him open thoroughly with a single digit before adding another. I kissed and stroked him all the while. I wanted him so ready he begged for it.

And when he finally did, I eased between his thighs and pushed my way inside my lover.

We both moaned into the sweet connection, staring into each other’s eyes. I didn’t move until I trusted myself to go slow. It wasn’t easy. I kissed him while I rocked back and forth, humming my approval when he wrapped his legs around me, digging his heels in, grunting for more…faster, harder. I delivered.

I snapped my hips and tweaked his nipples while he jacked himself. And because I was me, I couldn’t shut up. I praised his sweet, tight hole, his gorgeous dick, his pretty mouth. He blushed at the nasty onslaught, and I fucking loved it.

I loved him.

The words were right there on the tip of my tongue. I swallowed them.

I wasn’t ready to say it, even though I knew it was true. I was too raw, too vulnerable…too fucking scared.

But I could show him how I felt. I slowed the tempo and pressed my lips to his in a featherlight touch. When he lifted his hips, I thrust to meet him, urging him to follow me in a gentle give and take. A sublime dance that was all ours.

“You have no idea how amazing it feels to be inside you,” I whispered reverently.

“Mmm, yeah, I—oh, fuck. I’m gonna come.”

“Do it. Come for me, baby.”

I rode him harder, pistoning my hips and growling when cum shot over his fist and onto his stomach. That was it for me. I bucked wildly and let my orgasm pull me under.

I expected a big “feelings” conversation afterward. Not that either of us was into that shit. We weren’t. But tonight was…special. It wasn’t sex. It was so much more. I sensed it and I knew Cal did too.

Neither of us said a word.

We shampooed and washed each other, dried off, then redressed and crashed on the sofa with our legs tangled, playing video games until we were exhausted.

When we woke the next morning, everything felt different.

We were something more than we’d set out to be. More than friends and more than lovers. We acknowledged it with touch and tone of voice. We stood closer than necessary, smiled too long, stared at each other…just because.

This new “us” became our norm as the holidays approached. If we weren’t working or at school, we were together. We surfed almost every morning, sometimes venturing to farther beaches. Then we’d go our separate ways and meet up again to sand surfboards, make dinner, or occasionally hang out with friends at a local bar. If anyone wondered why we were always together, they didn’t ask. And we didn’t tell.