CHAPTER 3
After what Dan and I had done that day, I may have appeared to be the same cocky jock top, but on the inside I was kind of freaked out and in a panic.
At the first opportunity, I went out and fucked the daylights out of the first bottom guy I could get my hands on. The next weekend, I did the same thing again.
I fully enjoyed my "top stud jock" reputation and the easy ass it garnered me. I feared Dan would tell people and everyone on campus would be pointing and laughing at me as I walked by.
Yeah, a little ridiculous, but that's honestly what I feared.
But Dan went back to being his usual quiet, reserved self, and had kept it to himself.
After that afternoon when Dan had fingered me, we went an unusually long time (for us) without hooking up or even hanging out together. I saw him on the way to class sometimes, but that was it.
Maybe we were both afraid it would be weird being around each other afterwards. I don't know what was happening in his mind, but I was still a little afraid of actually bottoming. But yes, also turned on by the idea of it too. Conflicted, I had also beat off several times in the weeks that followed, while thinking about that afternoon.
Another reason we hadn't been hanging out together was that Dan had been spending a lot of time with his friend Kyle. Though Dan came off as straight but just quiet, there was certainly no mistaking that Kyle was gay.
Kyle always made me uneasy. He always looked at me with total blatant lust every time I ran into him and Dan on campus. I wasn't interested, and his constant suggestive comments and wanton looks at me wore thin. He wasn't ugly or anything, just skinny and average looking. He didn't work out, wasn't very masculine and seemed to be in "cruise mode" all the time. So I found him a little creepy.
Then Dan called one Saturday and asked if he could come by. I was pleasantly surprised since we hadn't hung out since our last hookup. I'd missed seeing my friend and told him to come by and have a beer.
When he walked in later, he pulled off his backpack and dropped it by the front door before going over and flopping down on the couch.
I remember thinking,"Why the hell is he carrying his backpack on Saturday?", but I didn't ask. I got him a beer, and we caught up on what was going on with each other. It was good to see him. And yeah I admit. He looked pretty great sitting there in just a pair of shorts, a tee shirt and sandals, with that handsome face and that incredible smile.
As we talked, his body language and the way he acted subtly signaled that he was in the mood to fool around. But typical for Dan, he lacked the guts to start something.
He was apparently just hoping I would get things started. So it appeared we were back to the way things used to be.
As I sat there and calculated making my move, I thought maybe I could use what had happened last time to get him to at least let me finger that hot little butt of his this time in return. Sort of as payback for him fingering me.
After he'd had a couple of beers, I said "Hey man, I'm glad that what happened the last time we messed around hasn't hurt our friendship." I meant it sincerely, and wanted to let my friend know that his friendship was important to me, and that we were still cool.
"Yeah, me too..." he said, flashing that smile and then looking down at the ground, before adding "But..."
"But what?" I said, still acting clueless. I knew where he was trying to go, but I was having fun making him squirm a little. After all, the last time we were together, he made me beg for it as he more or less finger-raped my ass.
Now it was my turn to make him squirm!
After a long pause, with Dan looking everywhere but at me, he mumbled "Are we through fooling around because of what happened last time?"
"Not as far as I am concerned, why do you ask?" I said. It was fun being in control of our situation again.
"Well...we just haven't gotten together since...," he explained, as if I didn't realize that. "Maybe....you're just busy with some bottom guys or...," he trailed off.
I couldn't resist taunting him a little. "Well actually, I did get laid last weekend...." I said, intentionally being vague.
His ears perked right up. I had him right where I wanted him now.
"It was with Mark," I said.
He knew who Mark was: A cute blonde frat guy I'd met at the gym last semester. He came over once in a while, solely to get his brains fucked out. So Dan knew without asking who did what to whom.
I could see the gears whirling in Dan's brain, weighing the fact that I apparently still liked topping eager bottoms, which left Dan not knowing how to proceed. It was amusing to watch.
I remember thinking "How could this possibly be the same guy who had ordered me around and forced me to take his fingers up my ass last time?" It just didn't seem possible.
He tried a little one-upmanship disguised as casual conversation, in a weak attempt to control the situation: He mentioned that one night he and Kyle had recently gotten drunk at a club, and ended up fooling around.
I usually took an interest in Dan's life, but I didn't even ask how it was, since I wasn't the least bit interested in anything sexual involving Kyle. Not the response Dan had probably hoped for, if he was trying to get me aroused.
Another pregnant pause.
By this time I'd decided okay, I'd had my fun. He'd squirmed enough, and I was ready to fool around. I went over and sat down next to him on the couch. I looked him in the eyes and said "Dan, what happened with us last time surprised the hell out of me. But if that was going to happen, I'm glad it happened with a friend like you, okay?"
His eyes just cut down to the floor and he just nodded.
It was starting to get a little too "tender moments" for two horny college guys, and he still didn't know I wanted to play too. So shifting gears, I said "Man, your legs look hot as shit in those shorts," and brushed my hand against his leg, signaling that I was in the mood, too. I expected him to maybe laugh nervously, and then I'd make the first overt move, as usual.
But it was like a switch had suddenly been thrown in Dan. In one move, he just abruptly stood up, unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts as he rose, and pulling out his cock, which was already getting hard.
I looked up at him standing there, no doubt with a shocked look on my face.
Looking me in the eye with absolutely no emotion on his face, he pushed the head of this cock against my lips. "Open your mouth," he said in that same voice I recognized from our last session.
As I did, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way in as far as it would go. No asking or anything. He just took my mouth.
Just like that, I went from being in control of the situation, to being under his control.
