Campus Visit

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Talking wasn’t the thing Damian wanted most, but Alex was right: they should frame their agreement more formally, and Damian did have a few questions of his own. So he nodded and picked up his pack.

Alex walked down the short hall to his bedroom door, and Damian followed, feeling as if he were staggering beneath the weight of his heavy balls and c**k. At least performance issues weren’t going to be a problem. He’d wondered if they might be, considering his nervousness at being a newbie. He’d also wondered if perhaps upon seeing Alex in person, he would simply not be attracted. Hah. Jesus, even the back of Alex’s neck threw him into desire—skin pale from the cloudy winter, uneven tendrils of silky brown hair encroaching upon it. It had probably been a few months since Alex last had a haircut; it was now long enough in front to tuck behind his ears. Damian marveled that anyone could look so delicious with such careless hair, and while wearing nothing fancier than a gray zip-up sweatshirt and fraying jeans.

In his room, Alex gestured to the queen-sized bed, then scratched the back of his head. “Normally I know you get the futon, but I figured you’d sleep in here, with me. I mean, if…well, if that’s how things go. There’s still the futon, otherwise.”

Damian set his pack on the floor. “This’ll be good. Thanks.”

“You’ve had girlfriends,” Alex said. “Obviously with them you…”

Damian nodded. “I slept with them. And enjoyed it. It’s just, the last few months, years even, I’ve been thinking about guys—including you—more and more…especially back in the fall, when Cyndy dumped me, and you were so good about all those late-night phone calls to listen to me whine.”

“You weren’t whining,” Alex assured. “You got dumped. It hurts. I’ve been there.”

“Well, having you say things like that, it helped. And got me thinking about how a relationship with a guy might not be any different—not that I’m trying to have a relationship, just…”

Alex smiled, bowing his head. His bangs slipped forward to frame his cheeks. “I know. Just a little experience. Friends with benefits. I’m glad you came to me and not some creepy stranger in a bar.”

“Right. I wasn’t interested in that.” Damian stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets. “Honestly, these thoughts have crossed my mind since high school, since you came out. And they’d gotten so much stronger this year that it was driving me crazy. Knew I had to ask before I went insane.”

“I’m flattered. More than happy to help.” Alex glanced at the bed, as if to make sure it was ready.

Damian’s gaze followed, taking in the blankets thrown back to reveal an expanse of ocean-blue sheets. Nervousness tussled with his desire, and he looked at the wall instead, at a comforting Van Gogh print. “Has anyone else ever come to you with a request like this?”

“Not exactly.” Alex brushed his hair out of his eyes. “One guy I dated a couple years ago was still in the closet, so I was his first. But I’ve never had a bi guy, as far as I know.”

Damian nodded, shifting his feet on the worn rug. “You never guessed I might be?”

“Guessed? No. Wished, yes.” Alex’s eyebrows darted upward as he glanced at Damian. Then he chuckled, closing his eyes a moment. “I was waiting to meet a professor when I got your email. You made me go through the whole meeting with a stiffie.”

A laugh escaped Damian’s mouth. “Sorry.”

Alex lifted his face, and their gazes met. Lust lurked, dark and beautiful, in Alex’s hazel eyes. The heat kindled again low in Damian’s belly.

“Is there anything in particular you’re hoping to do?” Alex asked. “Or not do?”

Damian walked forward and set his hands on Alex’s hips, pulling them forward to touch his again. Brushing his lips against Alex’s, he said, “I have some ideas.” But his face flooded hot at the idea of voicing them. So he ducked his head to kiss Alex’s cheek, exploring the texture of stubble against his lips—that was new, for sure. The difference excited him rather than putting him off.

Alex’s hands slipped beneath his T-shirt, on both sides of his waist this time. “Do you want to roll around a little, or…?”

Damian closed his eyes. For starters, I want you naked and I want you to come in my hand. Though his mind said it readily enough, his mouth was too conditioned by years of repression, and wouldn’t. “Maybe if we…touch,” he whispered, against the ridges of Alex’s ear. “And look.” Would Alex get what he meant? To make certain, Damian settled his hand on Alex’s erection, on top of the cloth.

Alex’s hips pushed up into his palm. He swallowed and cleared his throat. “Okay. Um. You just got here. I don’t want to rush you or freak you out, so you should know that this is already really hot and touching might lead to, uh…”

“I know. It’s what I’m here for, right?”

Alex’s mouth moved into its endearingly sincere grin. “Okay. And hey, if you hate it, it’s still early enough that you can get back in the car and drive to Fresno.”

Damian rolled his eyes, and without wasting more time on banter, drew Alex forward and kissed him.

Alex responded with ferocity, twining his arms around Damian and walking the man backward until their legs hit the bed. Damian fell onto it, Alex on top of him, thrusting with a slow but insistent rhythm against his thigh.

Damian’s fingers raced to unbutton and unzip Alex’s jeans. Alex helped by loosening the zipper when it stuck, and whisking off his jeans and his green boxer-briefs. He slipped off his sneakers, which thumped to the floor. Pausing to pull his sweatshirt over his head and flick off his socks, Alex soon sprawled naked beside Damian, a lovely and intimate smile on his lips.

Damian turned to face him, propping himself up on his elbow, gazing at Alex’s hard c**k with fascination. He watched in amazement as his own hand reached out and closed around it, fondling the soft skin and rigid muscle. His palm slid down to cup Alex’s balls, gently squeezing, enjoying the slickness of sweat and the light prickle of hairs. He then slid his hand all the way up the shaft, thumb and forefinger circling the sensitive tip, pleased and triumphant to see a milky droplet already emerging there. Unlike Damian, Alex was circumcised—a difference Damian found fun to toy with.

Alex, lying on his side and allowing this exploration, groaned and let his head fall to be cradled in his arm. “Still not…freaked out?” he asked, the words thick, as if speaking had become more difficult.

Damian smeared the drop of moisture around beneath his thumb. “More like turned on.” His own erection throbbed, his pulse flaring in every part of his body.

“Mm. I’d better check on that.” Alex flicked open the button on Damian’s jeans, slid down the zipper, and reached into his boxers.

Damian gasped as Alex’s hand wrapped around his c**k, angling it upward, then slid down to gather his balls into a more comfortable position.

Alex gave his scrotum a light squeeze, then returned to stroking his d**k. “Very hard,” he murmured, nuzzling Damian’s cheek. “I’d better help you with it.”

It felt so good, so unbelievably wonderful, to be enclosed in Alex’s hand. Damian tried to pump himself deeper into the slow strokes, but found himself constrained by his jeans.

He wriggled out of them, then twisted around on the bed as he stripped himself naked.

With his c**k jutting stiff from its patch of black hair, he lay beside Alex and leaned in for a kiss.

While their lips and tongues meshed, Damian reached down and took hold of Alex again. He pulled and stroked, toying with each area in turn, scrotum and the tight skin behind it, base and rod and silky wet tip.

As they kissed, Alex stroked Damian’s shoulders and chest. His thumbs and fingernails teased the patch of thin black hair and Damian’s sensitive n*****s. Alex’s hands strayed to Damian’s thighs, and he took breaks between kisses to look down at Damian’s naked body, his eyes hungrily devouring Damian’s c**k until Damian could almost feel his touch. When Alex finally did grip his erection again, resuming the torturously slow pulls, Damian had to exhale and hold still a moment to keep from spurting into Alex’s hand right there. The need to come built up tight in his balls.

Determined to hold out until he had seen Alex all the way to an orgasm, he stroked his friend faster. Alex groaned, and writhed more violently, until finally reaching down and clamping his own hand around Damian’s. “Now. Please.” He guided Damian’s hand in a tight, jerking motion, then let go, leaving Damian to finish him off.

Heart pounding, Damian lowered his face so he could watch in searing lust and amazement as he pumped Alex toward climax. Alex let go of Damian’s c**k and fell onto his back. Eyes closed and mouth open to take quick breaths, Alex thrust his c**k hard into Damian’s fist until arching upward with a cry. Hot white liquid shot through Damian’s hand, dripping between his fingers, more pulsing out with each shudder of Alex’s body. Oh my God, I did it, Damian thought. I can’t believe it, I did it.

After riding the diminishing waves of his orgasm, Alex settled back onto the mattress, limp and still. His face, rosy and glowing with a light sweat, was one of the most beautiful things Damian could ever remember seeing. And that included many a timeless painting and sculpture in his art classes.

Alex grinned and cracked open an eyelid, one merry hazel iris peering at Damian. “For a first time? Very good, man. Very good.” He stretched an arm over his head and plucked two tissues from the box on the headboard. After handing one to Damian, he used the other to wipe his belly clean.

Damian dabbed the mess from his hand, but his skin remained sticky from the residue—and in his current state, that was more than all right. It reminded him this was real, this was happening. Alex had really just come in his hand, exactly as Damian wanted…and was now sitting up and easing Damian onto the mattress. Oh, yes. Damian dropped the crumpled tissue and let his head fall back on the pillow. The heat of the sheets where Alex had just lain warmed his bare back. Alex’s fragrance rose from the bed and surrounded him—the smell of warm, clean hair and wind from the sea.

Kissing him with slow thrusts of tongue, Alex slid his hand down Damian’s chest and abdomen until gripping his c**k again. Damian whimpered in need.

“Mmm,” Alex said. “Even harder than before.” He swirled his forefinger in the drops leaking from the tip, making Damian gasp. “Let me take care of that.” He eased down the foreskin to reveal the swollen red head, and murmured in appreciation. His wet finger continued teasing the end of Damian’s c**k as his tongue curled with Damian’s. With one hand caressing Alex’s hair and the other clenching the sheets, Damian forced himself to take deep breaths, to resist orgasm just another minute, to make this last as long as possible.

Then Alex crept downward, pressing a line of kisses as he traveled past Damian’s chin, neck, chest, and navel. The line became a circle around Damian’s c**k without quite touching it, Alex kissing and licking the skin at the edges of his pubic hair and on his inner thighs.

Just as Damian was on the verge of begging, Alex’s hand wrapped lightly around his erection and angled it upward. “If this is all right…” Alex said, his lips parted and ready a millimeter from the head of Damian’s c**k.

“Yeah,” Damian whispered, then echoed, “Yes,” in a groan as Alex lowered his mouth around him, and tightened it in suction.

His hips drove upward, the end of his d**k meeting the back of Alex’s throat. Aside from laying a hand on his pelvis to steady him, Alex didn’t flinch, and seemed even to encourage his need. He sucked tighter, his tongue stroking Damian’s shaft in expert twists. Damian looked down to revel in the sight—Alex’s eyelashes and eyebrows viewed from above, while his hair fell forward to drape the sides of his cheeks, which hollowed around Damian’s c**k as Alex took Damian deep into his mouth…

The pounding finale began in Damian’s balls and rushed forward. Damian’s head tipped back on the pillow as his groin lifted. He came hard, pistoning into Alex’s luscious mouth, his throat uttering one soft “Oh” after another.

His ass finally landed on the sheets again. Sweat cooled on his crotch. Self-consciousness crawled back in, and he took a deep breath, stealing a glance at Alex.

Alex, dabbing his lower lip with his thumb, responded with a naughty smile. “Welcome to the club.”

Damian chuckled, but already his doubts circled madly, like bees whose hive just got kicked. Yeah, he had enjoyed that. Way too much. And his longings were too strong to let him run away now; he knew he’d stay the whole weekend, indulging one dirty idea after another, if Alex allowed it. But then what? Call it done and go back to women?

What if he couldn’t? What if he had to find a place in his life for these new desires?

Picturing his parents’ farmhouse in the orange groves back in sleepy Rancho Amantes, with his dad’s cowboy hat hanging on the wall next to his mom’s needlework Bible verses, Damian couldn’t imagine how he’d fit in there now.