Author's note: This is a sequel to two short stories previously published on literotica.com. Check out, "The Lighthouse" and "Spring Break."
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" They gasped almost in unison. Carey in a high pitched gasp; Dirk in more of a grunt. Hanging onto the post in his campus apartment for dear life, Carey endured the ass pounding.
When it was over, Dirk stumbled back, the condom hanging loosely from the end of his shrinking dick. A glob of cloudy spunk filled the very end.
"Fuck!" Carey yelped.
Dirk coughed and went to the bathroom to clean up.
On his way out, a goofy smile on his face, he said, "If we win on Saturday, do I get another treat?" Dirk, at 6'2" and 220, was the starting middle linebacker on the university's football team.
Carey just smirked as he lay on his stomach, still naked, surfing on his phone.
The butt fucking wasn't as painful now as it had been when he first let Dirk top him a couple of weeks ago. He needed it to hurt. It helped assuage the other pain. The pain in his head.
A year later. Six months of rehab, another six months for his mind to recover, if it ever would. He'd lost an entire year of school. He was supposed to have been done with college. Instead, he would shortly be turning 22 having just begun his senior year.
He was starting to gain a little weight now. 130 pounds, 5'10," 31 waist, maybe 32. Light brown, kind of sandy hair. He'd let it grow a bit longer, farther down on his forehead, covering more of his ears. Brown eyes, narrow square jaw. In the last few months, he'd broken out a bit, some small pimples along the edge of his jaw line and on his shoulders. Not much definition to his chest, entirely without hair. Although he'd always let his pubic hair grow naturally, he had a sudden urge a few months ago. Some uncomfortable hair removal product applications and his dick, balls, and butthole were now smooth.
Carey had a lot of help along the way. Even people like Bell. Just the other day, he ran into Campbell again on campus. Surrounded by a group of friends, his arm around a drop dead gorgeous girl, Bell, now 19, was just a month into his freshman year. Already a BMOC. Why not? Drop dead gorgeous himself. Long brown shoulder length hair, impossibly sexy full eyebrows, slender build. Right out of the pages of a J. Crew catalog. His ever so cool "I don't give a shit" attitude.
When he spotted Carey, he took his arm off of the chick, came over, hugged him, and gave him an open mouthed kiss on the lips. Undoubtedly, just to shock his friends.
Laying on the bed now, Carey clicked his phone off, rolled over on his back, and took a deep breath. What had his shrink said? In the end, everything will be ok. If everything isn't ok, it isn't the end.
A month ago, he thought everything was going to be ok. After spending the summer at home, he sat in the window at Brew-Ski's with an iced coffee, staring down at his phone. Staring at nothing, really. It sat flat on the table as he watched the screen dim and then go black.
Suddenly, the screen was filled with a reflection. A face, a young face. When he looked up, a young man was staring at him. A flicker of a memory.
"Hi," the young man said.
"Hi," Carey responded.
"Um...I know who you are."
"I think I know who you are, too." They just stared at each other for a moment. "Wanna sit down?"
"Ok, sure."
Carey looked him over. Dark brown hair, long and loosely curled, just off his shoulders, covering his ears. A cute mess...sort of like...he shook that memory away. Blue gray eyes, dimpled chin, thin, around 5'7."
"It's Jordy, right?"
"Ya."
"I'm Carey."
A brief nod.
"So, I guess you're 18 now?"
Another nod.
"How's hockey going?"
"I didn't play this year."
"How come?"
A shoulder shrug. "I'm thinkin' about going back this year, though."
Nodding. "That would be a good thing."
Another pregnant pause. Awkward.
They danced around the usual topics. Weather, where each of them was from, what they'd done this summer.
"Well, I should be going," Carey said as he stood up. Jordy stood up too. They looked into each other's eyes. Nothing was said. Jordy looking up at Carey, long eyelashes, blueish gray eyes that just drunk you in. Carey, staring down, his jaw set, eyes glistening. Sparks were flying.
"See ya around."
***
"Yee Haw!"
Carey wasn't sure what had drawn him to the rodeo.
The annual county rodeo, sort of an anomaly in an area that wasn't really all that rural and certainly wasn't far enough west to be called cowboy country.
He'd arranged to meet up with a couple of friends. They were already kicked back in the bleachers, sipping beers on a perfect summer evening. The roar of the crowd in the distance, Carey roamed past some of the booths that had been set up near the grandstand.
"Meet and Greet the Rodeo Stars!" The sign said at one booth. A decent sized crowd had gathered. Carey poked his head around people in front of him to see what was going on. Three cowgirls, most likely barrel racers, stood in the back of the booth, smiling broadly as they signed autographs.
The girls were all cute but one in particular grabbed his attention. Her smile was magnetic, blue eyes twinkling, a button nose, dimples, features all bordered by an oval shaped face. She wore a pearl colored cowboy hat with a broad brim that covered her straight blonde hair. A paisley kerchief was tied around her neck. Her rodeo shirt was a blue and green pinstripe on some kind of shimmery satin fabric. With her make-up done perfectly, she stood out almost like a high resolution photo. Petite, slender, probably 5'1" or 5'2."
"What's your name, honey?" She asked a girl thrusting a program out to her.
"Can you just make it out to Jo-Jo?"
"Of course! To Jo-Jo. Have fun or go home, your friend, Ally!" She said out loud as she signed the program. Several people laughed. Carey chuckled, too.
"Jo-Jo!" A voice from nearby. Carey turned his head. Jordy had appeared out of nowhere.
The two rushed at each other. Standing face-to-face and smiling broadly, it appeared as though they were about to jump into each other's arms. Instead, they just extended their arms out and gripped each other's hands tightly.
The crowd's attention went back to the cowgirls. But, Carey's eyes were riveted on the two teenagers. Jo-Jo was as cute as Jordy, but in different ways, of course. Dark brown hair, parted in the middle, brown eyes, pale skin, freckles on her nose, pink lips, wearing shorts and a tank. Jordy, his dark hair still a mess, equally pale skin, those hypnotically blue-gray eyes, wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with an NHL team's logo. Carey's stomach flipped over.
