Out on the Ice (Out in College 5)

As I came down from my cloud and returned to earth, I expected to be grossed out and maybe even freaked out. I wasn’t. At all. I wasn’t sure how I felt, but it was something like content or even happy.

Sky dropped his head on my shoulder before flopping to lie on the pillow beside me. He pushed his hand through his hair and sighed heavily.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He waited a few beats, then rolled to his side and propped himself on his elbow. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, that was good,” I replied lamely.

“Good?”

“Really good,” I corrected. “Amazing. As soon as I get my breath back, I want to do it again. With lube this time.”

Sky barked a quick laugh. “Okay. Just give me a couple of minutes.”

I sat up gingerly and pointed at my closet. “I’ll give you five bucks if you get me a towel. Top shelf on the left side. Can’t miss ’em.”

“Deal.”

I kept my eyes glued to Sky’s ass as he moved across the room and slid the closet door open. It was a pretty perfect ass…round and muscular. My cock twitched in agreement. I caught the towel Sky tossed at me and snickered at his wide-eyed comical expression. Geez, he even looked good with a sweaty chest and a fading hard-on.

I swiped at the cum on my stomach. “Grab another towel for yourself.”

Sky shook his head as he sat on the edge of the mattress and cleaned himself with the end of the towel I was using. “No need. Why do you keep towels in your closet? That’s weird.”

“Elliot’s a great guy, but he’s a towel thief and a pig. If I left mine in the bathroom like a normal person, he’d use them, leave them on the floor in his room, and I’d have to kill him. The best way to stay out of jail is to remove temptation.”

“Makes sense.” Sky chuckled. “Oh, you missed a spot.”

He bent to lick my chin, then pushed his tongue in my mouth. I sighed into the connection, cupping his neck and angling my head to deepen the kiss as I wrestled him onto the bed and pinned him to the mattress. I bucked my hips a couple of times to make him laugh before lying on my side to face him.

“So, that was a hand job, eh?”

“Mmhmm. The deluxe version,” he replied with a wink.

“I see. Kinda like getting the taco supreme at Taco Bell. Damn, I’m gonna order that every time.”

Sky grinned. “Solid choice. When’s Elliot coming home?”

“Tomorrow. We have the place to ourselves.” I returned his smile and narrowed my gaze. “To eat salad and stuff.”

“Okay. Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, a little. But…can I ask you some sex questions?”

“Sure.”

“They might be a little embarrassing,” I warned.

“I can handle it.”

I sorted through the mental laundry list of things I wanted to know about him and me and other guys like us. There was only so much I could learn from googling. I traced a lazy circle around his nipple, then took a deep breath.

“How old were you the first time?” I held up my hand. “Oh, wait…this room is a cone of silence. Nothing goes beyond these four walls. Anything we tell each other can never be repeated. Deal?”

Sky glanced at my outstretched pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”

“Only a real schmuck breaks a pinky promise.” I kept my tone light, but I was dead serious.

He curled his finger around mine and fixed me with another intense look. “Agreed. And just so you know, I’m extremely superstitious, and I tend to take things seriously. Sometimes too seriously. If you tell me something in confidence, I’ll never tell a soul. I’m not saying that because I like what we just did, and I want to do it again. It’s just…you can trust me.”

I nodded. “Okay. So…your first time?”

“I was fifteen. Hand job with the pitcher on my team. No kissing. His rule, not mine. He was a little older than me, and he dated a lot of girls on the side. Technically, I suppose he was a dirty hookup. Whatever. Strictly hand jobs. First BJ and anal was with a linebacker on my high school football team. Randy was my first secret boyfriend.”

“His name had to be Randy,” I huffed sarcastically.

Sky chuckled. “Yeah. He was the kind of guy who wanted to cuddle after sex, run his fingers through my hair and tell me he loved me…that sort of thing. But then he’d ignore me at school. Not a ‘Hi’ or even a nod of acknowledgment. Nothing.”

“Sounds like an ass.”

“He wasn’t. He was scared. I get it. In fact, I’m used to it. Relationships on the DL are my specialty. It’s what you want, isn’t it? Or is this a one-time deal?”

I frowned. “I don’t want this to be it. I want to know everything. I don’t know if that’s a relationship thing, though. I’m just curious. But I’d never ignore you. That’s not my style.”