Varsity Low Ch. 04

Taking it all the right way

Keeping it in the back

Taking it all the right way

Never no turning back

Never never no turning back

David Bowie ---- Right

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I was back from Richmond and on campus a few days before the new semester started. The Bean House was our coffee spot just off campus. It was usually a seething nest of hipster wannabes and coffee achievers all spinning their bullshit and executing to plan. The Bean was now blissfully quiet, if not for long. Cafe Americano, barely lightened with skim milk, the same way Griffin took his coffee. I settled in by the windows, left the laptop in my bag, wanting only to sip coffee, people watch and just zone out.

Christmas at dad and Vera's impressive spread in Windsor Farms was always like being on stage. My stepmother was a tireless socialite and she hosted cocktails, dinners, gatherings, open houses thru New Years Day. Her holiday decorations were always ordered up to tastefully enhance the fiercely renovated 1930's five bay Georgian that we called home. The days dragged after New Years, the holiday frenzy over with, and I was glad to get back to campus early.

They had been very generous with me at Christmas. I returned to campus driving a new VW GTI, four doors and sunroof in gunmetal gray with the classic GTI cloth seats of red and gray plaid. Vera said the seats "evoked vintage automobile lap robes." Ok then. It was voodoo the way she always knew exactly what to buy. In short, I totally loved the GTI, and Vera was pleased yet again with her vast power to bring pleasure with a gift.

The Bean door opened and in walked Anders. I had not seen him since our hot threesome at Griff's off campus digs. The strawberry blondness was shaggier, longer on the nape, sideburns lower, heavier blond scruff. He wore a hunter green fleece, oversized, but still not concealing his muscular build. Varsity wrestler. Damn the Gods he was hot.

I was immobilized by his male awesomeness, and the fact I had been rimmed by him, had his cock in my mouth, and he had licked Griffin's cum off my ass. He was busy ordering at the counter, and did not see me. Please, Lord, don't let that be a 'go' order.

He saw me and flashed his killer boyish smile. Cool, cool, be cool. I pointed downward with two fingers to the empty chair at my table, and he came over with a big mug and sat down.

"Damn Trav, you're back on campus early, lucky me. Good to see you. And without Griffin." Sardonic grin over the rim of his mug.

"Fuck around Anders, it is great to see you back early. The family manse got kinda' quiet after New Years, so I came back up."

"Get some good shit for Christmas?" he asked.

"Hell yeah. They sprang for a new car. VW GTI. Very cool, I love it."

He whistled like a bomb dropping. "Damn. Well done Trav. I come back early to meet with Financial Aid and you come back to show off some new wheels."

"Thanks. Everything cool with Financial Aid?" I asked, eyebrows up, looking at him over the rim of my mug.

"I guess so, I meet with them tomorrow. I've just moved into my new dorm room. I got a single in Lambeth Hall."

"Nice. Those rooms are hard to come by."

"Yeah, coach made a call." He shrugged, like a school boy.

"Thank you for being honest. Little that happens here is fair, while everyone pretends that it all is." I vented. "You deserve the room. Enjoy it. I am back in the apartment pod with the Korean twins again."

"I get it, Trav. But I can close that door behind me, and have complete privacy. It also means that we have a place to hang out. Without Griff." His green eyed male gaze was upon me, cool and confident; an ask wrapped in a certainty.

"Yeah, ok, that is true." The threesome with Griff was fun for all, now Anders was was clearly interested in one-on-one with me. The game had shifted, and I swam in a hot heaving sea of lust, confusion, joy, pride.

The quarter zip on his fleece was all the down, giving me a perfect 'V' of the thick, tousled rug of dark blond fur on his chest. "I would like to see that room." I said evenly, my gaze locked with his.

"When?" He leaned back in his chair, muscled arms crossed over muscled chest and gave me his best blond boy puppy dog look, one that probably got him whatever he wanted.

"How 'bout right now?" I quickly abandoned all my afternoon plans, and gave him my blue eyed male gaze direct, frank, unblinking, a move I had learned from Griff.

"Good answer, Mr. Ravenel. I do believe we are on the same page regarding this matter. I will get us some 'go' cups for this insanely expensive coffee." He went to the counter for the cups, dark gray sweatpants making a symphony of his beefy ass. My good fortune had me grinning like an idiot. Wordlessly he transferred our coffee to the tall cups. big competent hands at his task. We fled The Bean, out into the gray damp cold, two undergrads with coffee and backpacks.

We walked in comfortable silence, the campus mostly deserted. The back of his hand touched mine, casual yet with intention, and I felt his heat and power thru that innocent touch. "So, where did you go for the holidays?" I asked.

"I was at my grandparent's farm in Indiana. Outside of Culver, up state. I love it there. The farm is home; my grandparents raised me. My parents both died while I was in middle school and I went from Northbrook, near Chicago, to the farm. I started working out, got noticed by the coaches, got into sports. You would like the farm; the house dates from the 1840's, there is a big wide front porch, you can hear Whip-poor-Wills at dawn. You southern boys do like your porches." He gave me a knowing look, I flashed on a future scene of putting Anders in the GTI and pointing it west, towards Culver, speeding past green fields of prosperous soybeans and tall corn.

"We do like our porches. The farm sounds awesome. Sorry about your parents, that must have been tough." I said.

"Yeah. It was bad, real bad. I will tell you about it sometime. But not today. I am too happy for all that right now." He grazed my hand again, and I put an arm over his wide shoulders, pulled him close, so we both stumbled, laughed, parted.

"OK, Cool. When ever you want to talk, I am all the way there." His green eyes were shining and wet, and I was dumbstruck by the quietly reserved beauty of his vulnerability.

Lambeth Hall was the oldest dorm on campus, brick, slate roof, double wide sash windows in all the rooms. Anders' room was on the third floor, a rectangle of white plaster, blond wood floors. His double windows looked out into the thinning branches of an ancient fir three, giving a feeling of being hidden in a secret tree house, the uncovered windows intentionally fostering this illusion. Tidy desk. Twin bed with a blue and brown plaid flannel comforter. Vintage leather easy chair. There was a spareness to this space, monastic, clean, window oriented, like an Andrew Wyeth painting. The effect was clean-cut and wholesome, in sharp contrast to the louche sluttiness of Griff's cannabis infused flat, with his dumpster sofa and endlessly fucked upon futon.

"Nice. Like a secret tree fort!" I said, instantly liking the room.

"Thanks. I knew you would get it. Beer?" he said, bent over a small dorm fridge. " I have Amstel, or Amstel, or perhaps some....Amstel?" he clowned.

"Great, thanks. I think I will have the Amstel." laughing. I kicked back in the leather chair, gulping the coldness from the bottle. Anders pulled up the desk chair, close, and gulped his beer, finger tips on my denim covered thigh. We were were quiet that way for awhile.

"I wanna fuck you Trav. It is almost all I can think of." he said low and clear.

"Yeah. Yeah, Anders, I ah, want it too....kinda' rough...kinda' rape-y. Bareback with Vaseline. Hold me down; make it hurt; hand around my throat. Is that weird for you?" I laid it out.

"It is all good Travis. It is fuckin' hot that you would actually ask me for what you actually want. You can ask for me for anything, got it?" he said, low, evenly, normalizing my dark desire with his calm words. We both leaned forward into a rough horny kiss; I relaxed and let him dominate and he was into it.

I stood up to get naked for him; he stopped me at boxers and slouchy white crew socks and leaned his face into my crotch, inhaling. My rowdy 7.5" cut blond cock emerged from the fly and he took me is his mouth, going deep, holding, his broad pink tongue curving into nearly a tube around my shaft. Tongue curved, he started to suck, and it was heaven. Where to they teach this stuff in Culver, Indiana?

He had tugged my boxers roughly lower and grabbed my tight little swimmer's ass in his big wrestler/farm boy hands, pushing me deeper into his mouth. His tongue was out over his lower lip and he licked the tip on my balls on the down stroke. "Unnnnhhh!" was all I could say. Dude had skills. "Whoa, baby, don't make cum!" I pulled back, a streamer of his spit going from my pink shiny glans to his lips, evidence of his dicksucking. "Get naked for me. I wanna see all of you." I rasped.

He stood. Off came the fleece, showing the rug of thick dark blond fur, from collarbone to waistband. He put his hands behind his head, showing the easy massing of splendid biceps and thick untrimmed pit fur. His beer can girthy 7" tented the sweatpants, precum had soaked thru in one wet spot. Tugging down the sweats released his cock. and it jutted forward, foreskin back from the fearsome head. His beefy ass, covered with blond fur, slung left and right as he pulled the sweats off at his ankles.

He stepped forward between my spread legs, offering himself. I sat back, touching my cock. "Suck it!" he demanded, and I did. The thickness was a lot, but I went deep, using his curled tongue move on him. He threw his head back and groaned. I worked the foreskin over his dickhead with lips and tongue. He groaned again, and I tasted his sweet precum. He put both hands behind my head, held me still and started pumping my mouth, slow at first, letting me relax into it, then faster and harder, grunting, fucking my mouth, "Fucking take my dick, slut! Gag on it, bitch!" His hands moved in my brushy blond buzz cut, using me as his suck boy, forcing my service.

He slowed and pulled out. going to the mini fridge for two more Amstels, an intermission to extend our intensity. He started to chug his bottle and I joined, we finished our bottles in a single frat boy chug. I looked up at him, "I wanna be your slut boy. I wanna be your on-call cum rag for whenever you are horny."

"Yeah? Cool. You say the sweetest things. You wanna lick my ass slut boy? Yeah? You do!" He turned around and bent from the waist, grabbing his ankles. "Get in there, Trav, fuckin' lick me!"

I rubbbed two days worth of blond stubble on his muscular glutes, unexpected, making him moan and shiver. I reached up and touched his full balls, his hard meaty cock, then I spread his jock ass for the view. Tight pink hole, like a Morning Glory, almost engulfed by more thick blond fur. I flicked his boy hole with the tip of tongue, then going in for broad licking laps. the hairs around his spot plastered down wet with my spit. He moaned and bucked, pushing back against my skilled tongue, he tasted like cooper, smelled like the first raindrops hitting hot dry summer pavement. Damn.

He stood, turned and fucked my mouth some more, grunting, moaning. He pulled out, "Go bend over the bed, shoulders down, ass up." I complied, he stood behind me, looking, appraising. "Damn Travis. You are beautiful." He touched my hole lightly with two dry fingers, while lubing his horny girth with the Vaseline in my limited sightline from the flannel comforter. He bent down and dove his face into my ass, liking in broad strokes, inhaling my scent, eager, prepping his boy to get fucked.

Two thick fingers were now greasing my hole. He held his ample dickhead against my asshole, letting me relax. The gate swung open and I was in the zone. "Fuck me hard, yeah, use me! Make it hurt!" He went went balls deep in one warlike thrust and held there. The pain was sudden, exquisite, my cries muffled in the bedding.

"Shut the fuck up and take in like a man!" he demanded, both hands tight on my hips, to keep me from pulling away, then one big hand on my nape, holding my head and shoulders down. I let go and surrendered to his power, squirming to get more of his thick dick inside me. He pounded my ass hard and deep, his workman digger fuck style, his whole body working to throw a fuck. Holding me down hard by my shoulders he went into full primal rut and unloaded inside me, "Uh Uh Uh Uhnnnh!", using me for his male relief. Damn.

I stayed still, letting him fetch around from his epic fuck, savoring being so richly taken by this beefy college wrestler, my power coming from giving him service and relief. He cleaned us up with a towel, "fuck-damn and holy shit, baby!"

He knew I had not cum yet, and he flipped me over and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed, spread my knees and went down on my hard pink dick His gentle sucking almost a request for redemption from his primal violence of earlier. I put one hand in the tangled mane of strawberry blond hair, seeing his head go up and down on my cocl, hearing his sounds of hot wet suck. He touched my balls and I shot, hard, fast, deep, my own grunts far away, hearing him gulping and groaning with my jizz. "UnnnnH! FUCK!" He nursed me with his mouth, savoring my moment, his HS crush on the swim team redeemed with my cock and load.

He reared back and gave a huge wonderous shit eating grin, wiping his his mouth with the back of his fist. "Beer???"

"Fuck yeah!" He came back to the bed, two open beers, a drool of post cum hanging from his still stiff dick, I leaned forward and tongued up the semen drool, then took him lightly into my mouth in hopes of more. Yum.

"Damn Trav, you drained me already!" he clowned. "Was the fuck too much? You did ask for some rough...." he looked down, suddenly bashful.

"You were perfect. I needed that."

"Yeah? You like that? Maybe you can fuck me next time." he said in earnest.

" I would like that. Very much. Whenever you want." I went in and kissed him, gentle affection, gratitude.

I went and looked out the windows, early gloaming dusk beyond the boughs of the fir tree. Anders was sprawled out on the bed, one arm above his head. already deep dozing from our afternoon beer buzz and his muscular fucking of my ass. I turned on the desk lamp and moved quietly to the leather chair. My gaze upon his resting male nakedness, I wanted to burn this image of him into my memory, so I could call it up later, and forever.

He was lightly snoring now. I dressed in silence, then gently covered him with the soft flannel comforter. I wrote my phone number on an orange Post-It, with 'TRAV' under the number, and stuck it on his closed laptop. Gathered my bag and jacket, and slipped open the door, closing it quietly behind me. The hall seemed harshly lit, after being in the gray afternoon light of Anders' secret tree house.