Sorry this has taken me so long, everyone. I hope you enjoy! More to "come"....
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Baseball season came and went in a blur. Between road games, home games, trying to keep my grades up, and fooling around with Chad and a few other guys, I was exhausted most of the time. Luckily, Chad was as competitive as anyone I had ever known so he helped me keep on track as far as baseball was concerned. Neither of us wanted to lose our scholarships, but more importantly, we didn't want to lose games. I soon learned to separate my personal life from my school life -- with the exception, of course, of a few well-placed blowjobs and hand jobs on buses coming home from out of town games.
My feelings for Chad had intensified even though I tried as hard as I could to keep them in check. He had established firmly that he was not into relationships; that he would fuck just about anyone, anytime, anywhere. Most of the time I could block those jealous feelings off, but sometimes they were so intense I couldn't be near him. I consoled myself by frequenting glory holes, bars, and even the school library, hooking up with random guys to get Chad off my mind.
It was at one of these times that I ran across my mystery man from down the hall. I was in the library at school, reaching up to get a book I needed for a research paper, when I felt someone come up right behind me. I turned around and there he was: blue eyes himself.
"Need some help?" he asked, standing closer to me.
"Uh," I stammered, mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze.
He laughed. "I'll take that as a yes," he said, then reached over my head and slid a book off the shelf. He leaned in closer to me as he handed it to me, backing me up against the shelf. "Is this the one you needed?"
"Yes," I said, not even looking at it. At that point I could have cared less what he had handed me.
He moved closer, pressing into me, looking deeply into my eyes. I heard something off to the side and turned my head, seeing a couple of girls standing there. They stared at us for a minute, then giggled and walked off. He took my chin in his hand and turned my head back to face him.
"I'm Connor," he said in the deep voice that I had heard so many times.
"Brian," I said, my voice cracking.
Connor laughed. "I know. Chad told me." No surprise there.
"Oh? What else did he tell you?" I said, unable to tear my eyes away from his.
Connor just looked at me, a little half smile playing on his lips, then leaned in even closer. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, not sure what to expect. I could feel his heat as he leaned into me, his breath on my face, could smell his shampoo...
When he reached out and gently ran a finger along the ridge of my cock, I nearly jumped out of my skin. He put his hand over my mouth, smiling at me, pushing me back hard against the bookshelf.
"Shhh," he said, cupping my balls in his hand. He began to rub his palm up and down on my lengthening cock, making me moan against his hand. I closed my eyes again and leaned my head back, my arms caught behind me against the shelves. He slid his leg in between mine and nudged them apart, pulling my jeans tighter into my crotch and against my cock. I moaned again and tried to move my head, but he pushed his hand harder against my mouth and held me there.
"He told me you like cock," he said, looking into my eyes. I nodded and he removed his hand from my mouth, bracing his hands on either side of me. He looked at me for a long time, then leaned in and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I gasped at how rough he was, then got excited when he put his hands on my hips and pulled me into him. I could feel his hard cock pushing against me as he moved his hips in and out. I threw my arms around his neck, my hands tugging on his black, silky hair, kissing him back just as hard.
He pulled away from me, gasping for air, his body still pressed against mine. I was dazed at his ferocity and my cock was throbbing painfully in my jeans. My hands were still on his shoulders, and I slid them down to his hard, chiseled chest.
"I see he was right," he said, grinning at me. His hair fell into his eyes and he shook it back, not looking away from me. "What do you say we get out of here and do something about this?" he asked, reaching down and squeezing my cock.
I grunted and doubled over, my hand covering his and pressing it harder against me. "Oh, fuck yeah," I said, moving his hand up and down on my cock. He laughed and pulled his hand away, then said, "Go get your stuff. I'll meet you outside."
He walked away and I had to stand there for a minute, waiting for my cock to stop throbbing. He looked incredible in his tight jeans, boots, and t-shirt, his long legs striding away. I got myself together and left the library, nearly shaking at the thought of what was going to happen between us.
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He was leaning against one of the columns that flanked the library when I walked out, and without a word, he turned and headed for the parking lot. I was surprised, thinking we were going back to the dorm, but I followed him anyway. Hell, at that point I would have followed him off a cliff if that's where he'd gone. We got to his car, a black jeep, and he gestured for me to get in. I tossed my stuff in the back and got in, then he roared off and left campus.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Nowhere in particular," he said, "Just driving. I like to drive."
"Cool," I said, and sat back, idly watching the traffic go by, noticing that the jeep smelled really good, like a combination of mint, leather and his cologne. I stole glances at him, noticing the wiry muscles in his forearms, his flat stomach, his long, muscular legs...and naturally, I found myself getting hard again. I remembered getting a glance of his cock through his boxer shorts that day in his room and I licked my lips involuntarily. My jeans suddenly became very uncomfortable, and I started shifting in my seat.
"What's wrong?" he said, looking over at me.
"Oh, nothing," I grunted, a little embarrassed. My cock was really starting to get hard, and I squeezed my legs together to try and deal with the pressure.
"Hmmm," he said, looking down at the bulge in my lap. "Looks like you could use some help."
Trying to be casual, I said, "I can always use help with this thing, Connor."
