Cocklust Ch. 14

"I do want to go with you," I said. "More than anything, I want to... you know, get away from it all. And not have to deal with all the bullshit around here."

"You won't have to," he said. "I'll make sure of it. I promise."

I looked into his eyes. I wanted to believe him, and I didn't want to spoil the mood. So I just nodded, and I tried to put my doubts aside.

Chad ordered me a flight, so I got to show my now-legal ID. Once we got our drinks, he gave me a crash course on what to expect. He told me to start with the lightest beer-- in this case a pilsner-- then work my way toward the more intense ones. He taught me the difference between lagers and ales, and how wheat malts were cloudier and sweeter than barley. He kept track of which tasters I liked, and he started recommending what else I should try. The next thing I knew, I'd gone through three flights, and I could definitely feel it.

The more Chad and I drank, the hornier I got. I didn't want to get too hammered though: I didn't want to risk passing out, or going impotent, or whatever. So I forced myself to go slow. I ordered a big juicy burger, and I sipped my beers instead of chugging them. But that only drew out out our dinner even longer, and it built the anticipation that much further.

At one point Chad got up to use the bathroom. As I waited, I pulled out my phone and checked my e-mail. I found I'd finally heard back from Nick and Jay:

Hi Scott,

Take it from us: you'll want to steer clear of that other guy. It sounds like you want to help him, which is noble. But before you can do anything, he needs to help himself. From what you're saying, he apparently has longstanding issues. Only he can sort that stuff out.

In the meantime, you've got your own relationship to worry about. You should focus on your man and yourself. If you do a good job with that, then nothing else will matter.

If you want to talk in detail, let us know. Otherwise have fun in San Diego (because we sure did!) and let us know how it goes--

Best,

N&J

I swallowed and shoved my phone in my pocket. I knew Nick and Jay were right. After all, Chad was going out of his way to show me a good time. I still wasn't used to being pampered by a man, but I knew I had no right to complain.

Chad came back to the table. He must've seen my expression, because his first words were "are you over-thinking things again?"

I licked my lips. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Chad leaned in to me. "Hell yeah," he said. "The next stop is the gym."

"I-- what?"

"Remember what I texted you? And how I said it was a preview?"

I felt my dick get hard. The thought of real locker room sex was more than I could handle. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Let's just say it'll be a present for both of us." He lowered his voice even further. "I've been wanting to get fucked there for ages."

"Oh really?" I asked. "You'd better not be thinking about those muscle guys in there--"

"Hey, I can look. I just can't touch."

"Won't it be... I dunno, kinda busy in there?"

"Not on a Friday night," he said. "Nobody works out at this hour. How do you think I got those pictures I sent you?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I finished my last drink, and Chad closed out our tab. The next thing I knew, we were headed back to campus-- and I, at least, had just one thing on my mind.

Chad led me into the locker room, and I eyed the benches inside. I wanted to fuck right then and there, but it turned out we weren't alone. I could hear a shower still running.

I took a few steps forward and craned my neck around. One guy was standing under a showerhead, buck naked, while he soaped himself up with a bath sponge. I wasn't sure if this Bathing Boy knew we were there.

Chad didn't bat an eye. He opened one of the lockers, and he pulled off his sweatshirt. Then he undid his fly and yanked down his pants.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Just act casual," he said. "Like we're just random dudes working out."

I just nodded at first. Then I decided fuck it, and I stripped off my own clothes. I threw them in the locker behind us, and Chad followed suit. Then Chad grabbed his gym bag, slung it over his shoulder, and headed for the showers.

I didn't know what to expect, exactly, but I was so buzzed that I frankly didn't care. Chad and I were both naked, but we both tried to act like it wasn't a big deal. Bathing Boy glanced at us, but otherwise he didn't react. Chad plopped down his bag, got under the nearest showerhead, and turned on the water; and I followed suit.

We both watched as Bathing Boy rotated his body, and the water gradually rinsed off his suds. The soap bubbles kept sliding across his bare skin. Some of them dripped off his cock, but most of them ran down his legs. Then he squeezed out his sponge, and a burst of white water splattered on the floor.

I thought of the first time I'd laid eyes on Chad. Now it seemed like the tables had turned-- at least in a way. Now Chad was getting hard, though he kept trying to hide it. He turned his back to Bathing Boy, so only I could see his cock. I tried not to stare too much, but the truth was, I couldn't get enough of the view.

Bathing Boy turned off his showerhead. He walked over to his stuff, and he bent over so his boyhole was in plain view. Then he picked up a towel, dried himself off, and wrapped the towel around his waist. Finally he headed for his locker.

Chad was already touching himself. He hadn't taken his eyes off the guy the whole time. "What's that saying?" he whispered. "You hate to see him go but love to watch him leave?"

"Sh!" I hissed. "Don't let him hear us!"

Chad grinned. "He's not going to hear us," he said. "And neither is anybody else."

We could still see Bathing Boy in the distance. He opened his locker, undid his towel, and was naked again. But it only lasted for a second, because then he put on his undies, and his bare ass disappeared from view. A minute or two later, he was fully dressed; he closed his locker, headed for the exit, and finally closed the door behind him.

By now, both Chad and I were as hard as a rock. I couldn't wait any longer; I just jumped under his showerhead and slammed my body into his. Our lips locked together-- Chad's beard notwithstanding-- and my heart started beating a mile a minute. Chad's dick pressed into my thigh, though I didn't mind it one bit.

"Oh fuck," I said between kisses, "I want you so bad...."

"Then what are you waiting for?" he asked.

Without breaking our embrace, I turned off the water and pulled him away from the showers. The main exercise room was totally deserted, so I laid him down on a weight training bench. Then, at long last, I took Chad's cock in my mouth.

"Oh shit," he gasped. His body squirmed against the bench, and he almost popped out of my mouth. But I managed to keep him where I wanted him.

I used one hand to play with his balls; then, slowly but surely, I ran my fingers down his taint. When I got to his mancunt, I circled around it a few times, then finally poked my fingertips inside.

Chad let out a groan, but he didn't object. He looked down at me, and I looked right back. "You're gonna make me cum," he said.

I took my mouth off of him. "This party's just getting started," I said. Then I flipped him over so he was lying face-down. I spread his legs open, pulled his butt cheeks apart, and dove right in.

"Yeah baby," Chad said as I rimmed him. "Woah... keep doing that...."

I flicked my tongue against his pucker, and I savored the taste of his tender dark skin. Then I ran my lips up and down his crack, while I kept exploring his hole with my tongue.

I could tell Chad was trying to stay quiet, but his body language gave him away. His sphincter started opening up, and he pressed his ass harder against my face, which forced my tongue deeper inside him. His flesh down there was so soft-- it wasn't even really skin, more like the mucous membrane inside his lips-- and I couldn't get enough of it.

I kept rimming him for a minute or two. My dick was dying for some action, but I wanted to draw things out. I basically forced myself to edge: I wanted to have a mind-blowing orgasm eventually, but in the meantime, I wanted both of us to enjoy the ride.

"I want to suck your cock," Chad said. "Please baby... I need it...."

I teased him at first, but then I finally stood up, and I positioned myself above him. Chad craned his neck up, reached for my package, and guided it into his mouth. He took me in all the way, balls-deep, till I could feel his breath on my pubes.

"Mm," he mumbled. Then he started working my cock.

I felt his tongue on my shaft, and I almost shot my wad right there. I thought of anything I could to distract myself: finals, current events, my family, even Brody. But the blowjob still felt as incredible as ever. "Yeah baby," I said. "Suck the dick that's about to fuck you."

Chad seemed to love that. He started sucking faster and faster, but just as I started getting close, he took his mouth off me. "Fuck yeah," he said, "I can't wait for this...."

I leaned down and gave him a deep sensuous kiss. I had to give my dick time to calm down, so I kept the kiss going for as long as I could. I loved how hard Chad was breathing; he could barely stifle the sounds coming out of his body.

After a minute, I broke off the kiss. I stepped away just long enough to grab some lube from our gym bag. I rubbed some of the lube on my dick, then poured more on my hands. Then I stepped back to Chad, and I dutifully lubed up his hole. Chad put his legs in the air, and he hooked his ankles around the bar above him.

I crouched over his body, aimed my cock at its target, and slowly but surely went inside him. Chad's chute was as tight as I could remember it. His jaw dropped open, but he didn't resist. His ass felt so good that I was almost ready to cum in it myself.

I could barely control myself as I started thrusting away. It was my first time really having sex in public. Part of me was still scared of getting caught, but the other part knew this was part of the thrill. I felt delightfully naughty as I pounded Chad's ass, listened to his moans, and wondered if anyone else could hear us.

I could see our reflections on all sides, since the walls and columns were all lined with mirrors. It almost seemed like there was an orgy going on, with dicks and asses gyrating all over. But it was really just a kaleidoscope of sex-- not that I was complaining. I started watching myself in the mirror, and it turned me on a lot more than I'd expected. I loved seeing my man get reamed from a distance. Knowing I was in control made me feel like the world's biggest stud.

I started getting close again, so I forced myself to stop. I wanted to kiss him again, but in that position I couldn't. I just held him while I tried to catch my breath.

"Hey," he whispered, "I have an idea."

"What?" I asked.

Chad made me pull out of him. He lowered his ankles, got up from the bench, and walked to a pull-up bar. Then he grabbed the equipment, swung his legs up, and once again locked his ankles against the bar. He looked like he was doing naked acrobatics: he was suspended in mid-air, with his arms and legs above him, and his ass and package hanging down beneath him.

"Holy shit," I said. "I fucking need to plow that ass."

"Just do it," he said.

"Not yet," I said. "I don't want this to be over."

"Please baby...."

"Hey," I said as I gave him a kiss. "It's my birthday, remember?"

"I'll put out for you anytime you want--"

"I've wanted this for so long," I said, "and now that I get to do it, I don't want it to end." I flicked his earlobe with my tongue. "Not that I don't want you to put out for me of course...."

Chad gripped my body like he couldn't resist. He pulled me toward him, and he guided me into his hole. Then he started swinging back and forth, basically impaling himself on my rod.

"Oh shit," I said. Our thrusting motions were different this time; I wasn't used to Chad hanging four feet off the ground. It was almost like we were in a sex swing, though I couldn't speak from experience, having never used one myself. But we got into a rhythm, the same way we always did, and it felt as incredible as ever.

The mirrors still created a feast for the eyes. I'd lost track of how many naked men were around us-- or at least so they seemed. I could see my own ass flexing and relaxing, while at the same time, I watched my dick slide in and out of Chad's hole. His back muscles were roiling, as were his hamstrings and biceps and everything else.

Suddenly we heard a noise, and we stopped dead in our tracks. The noise seemed to be in the women's locker room.

"Is somebody coming?" Chad asked.

"I don't know," I said. I didn't like the idea of a random person seeing us, at least not right then. I pulled out of Chad, and he dropped down from the pull-up bar. Then we scurried back to the men's area as quickly as we could.

I was tempted to finish in the showers, but then I decided against it. I grabbed Chad's hand and pointed at the stalls.

"So," I whispered, "which of these did you jack off in?"

"What?"

"That time you said you jacked off here, thinking of me... or are you saying it happened more than once?"

Chad seemed a little sheepish at first, but then he went back to his usual self. "Well," he said, "I always did it in that stall at the end... not the handicapped one, but the one next to it. It's more private."

"You've given it that much thought?"

"Well yeah," he said. "What do you expect?"

"Oh, it's cool," I said, "except this time you don't need to jack off." With that, I took his hand and led him into his stall.

I locked the door behind us, then sat on the toilet. I didn't need to tell him what to do next. Without being ordered, Chad got on top of me. Then, slowly but surely, he lowered himself onto my cock.

"Oh shit," I said as I felt my dick go inside him.

Chad started gyrating back and forth. I don't know exactly how he did it, because he didn't have much room to maneuver. But somehow he turned out to be a master.

Of course, I thought, he'd had plenty of practice in this stall. I could only imagine how many times he'd pounded his pud, sitting in the same spot I was in, and how he must've felt. I'd seen Chad masturbating plenty of times, in any number of positions; so I pretty much knew how he must've done it there. I had to wonder if he'd jacked off thinking of what we were doing then. I wanted to know how badly he'd wanted his ass pounded, or at least violated, and whether he imagined what we were really doing.

"Omigod," he gasped, and then he let out a scream. The next thing I knew, jets of cum were shooting out of Chad's dick. Most of his ropes landed right on my chest, but some of them splattered on the walls and floors around us.

I knew it was time for me to finally get off. I thrust back into him, and I felt my dick start to tingle. I couldn't have brought myself to stop, even if I'd wanted to. I just surrendered to my instincts, and I let my body do its thing. Then I pumped Chad's ass full of all the cum I'd been saving.

"Fuck yeah," Chad gasped as he rammed his body against mine. I heard a faint smacking sound as his cum-filled cunt started leaking its contents.

"Oh shit," I said as my dick slowly went dry. Then I stopped pumping, and I leaned up to kiss him. "That's a hell of a present."

"Exactly," he said as he put his arms around me.

I looked to my left, and I realized the toilet paper rolls were empty. At first I worried we couldn't clean ourselves off. But then I thought of a simple solution.

I ran my hands across my chest, and I scooped up a lot of Chad's cum. Then I offered him the contents, and he promptly lapped them up.

"That's it," I said, "baby, eat your fucking cum."

Chad licked his lips, and he flashed me a grin. I did another pass along my chest, scooped up what was left, and ate it myself. Finally I clutched Chad's body, and I held him tightly against mine.

"Fuck," I said, "we should do that more often."

"Well," he said, "it's too bad your special day only comes once a year." And with that, he gave me another salty cum-filled kiss.

To be continued....