The Hookup Situation (Colorado Springs University #2)

Chapter 3

THREE

JACKSON

Shit, I need to get laid. Between helping Rory deal with his shitty ex and then moving him out of his old place and into his new apartment, on top of play rehearsal and the homework for my other classes, it’s been a really long week.

I think Rory will be okay though. The poor guy was a wreck last night after we took him out to get his mind off of Zach and he ended up hooking up with a sexy guy in the bathroom, only for it to blow up in his face. Apparently Zach has gotten in his head so much he couldn’t go through with it and he ran away in tears. Lucy and I weren’t going to make him stay after that so we took him back to my place.

He got a reply to his ad looking for a roommate last night as well, and when I showed up with him to check the place out, who do you think answered the door? Yep, Mr. Bathroom Hookup Gone Wrong himself.

Rory was mortified, but the guy, Parker, seemed super sweet, and while Rory was clearly nervous when I left, I really think he’s right where he should be. I’m hoping that him having a new environment will help him, and that maybe Parker will be just what he needs to get Zach out of his head.

I haven’t had any action all week because I didn’t feel right about it when Rory was staying with me. I’m horny as a bullfrog now, though, and I don’t have play practice tonight, so as soon as my last class ends I’m getting on Grindr.

Several hours later I’m pulling on my clothes while the twink I just fucked lies in bed, watching me. He’s pretty, and his ass was nice, but it wasn’t the mind-blowing experience I was hoping for. Oh, well. There’s always the next guy.

“Can I see you again?” he asks, those long lashes fluttering.

I smirk at him. “Sorry, gorgeous, I don’t do repeats.” I tug on my shirt and button my pants before sliding my shoes on and heading out the door.

PRESTON

I’m at the grocery store with Chris and another friend of ours, Blake, a couple days after the club, perusing the meat aisle, when I hear a familiar voice calling our names. I turn and see another mutual friend of ours heading in our direction.

“Hey, Parker.” I grin and slap his shoulder when he reaches us, and he beams at me. He’s a great guy. Super sweet, and big. The guy is not only taller than my own six feet, but he’s pretty much all muscle. He probably looks a little intimidating but he’s a giant teddy bear. He is in some of our classes since we’re all either majoring or minoring in Phys Ed, and he was Chris’s roommate freshman year.

“How’s it going?” Chris asks, a big smile on his face, too. Parker has a way of making everyone around him feel comfortable and welcome, no matter the setting. I think it’s a super power he’s not even aware he has.

“Good,” Parker says. “I’m here with my new roomie. We’re getting stuff for dinner.”

“Oh, yeah? You found someone to share the apartment with, that’s great,” Blake says. “Sorry about ditching you, dude, but my girl was in a bind, and I think it was time we moved in together anyway.”

“Nah, it’s all good,” Parker assures him. “Rory is super cool. You guys should meet him.”

“Sure,” I say, and we grab a few more things before following him to the front of the store.

“There he is!” Parker calls when he sees his roommate, and I can’t help my surprise when I realize it’s the cute little dude with the glasses and wavy brown hair that was at the coffee shop, and the club with my mystery guy. My friend is his friend’s roommate. “This is my awesome roomie, Rory,” he tells us as we approach the little guy. He’s pretty adorable, honestly, with his button nose and big blue framed glasses, and I can tell Parker is taken with him.

“Hi,” he says, giving us a nervous wave. He looks a little flustered. Maybe this is a lot for him.

We say hi after Parker introduces us and then tell him we’ll be at their place on Sunday for the football game.

I’m feeling a bit giddy when we leave, because if Rory’s sexy friend is over at their place very often, there’s a good chance I might run into him there if I’m coming over to hang out with Parker.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out. It’s been a week since the club and I’ve decided that it’s time for step three in the figuring out if I want to be fucked by a guy plan. And holy hell that’s another resounding yes if it feels anything like this. My thighs are quaking as I undulate my hips and the bright pink dildo hits that spot that makes me want to weep. I find myself spreading my legs wider and thrusting it in deeper, a pathetic whimper escaping me this time. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mewl as I throw my head back and my body shakes, my cock dripping precum onto my stomach. I’m so damn hard. My finger hits something on the side and I scream as the dildo vibrates against my prostate. I’m shooting my release seconds later, my chest and abdomen covered in my cum. Holy fucking fuck. I didn’t even know that button was there. Five out of five stars.

My chest heaves as I lie there in my own mess, feeling sated and sleepy. I think after a couple more rounds with this wonder, it will be time for the fourth and final step. If I can screw up the courage, that is. I’m equal parts eager and terrified to see if I like getting fucked by a real cock as much as I do by a fake one. And the fact that I’m still coming to thoughts of Coffee Shop Guy so hard I’m boneless afterwards, definitely tells me this is not something that’s going to go away.

I was hoping he might be at Parker and Rory’s when we went over to watch the football game, but no such luck. Maybe he’s not really the sports kind of guy, which is fine. I like the idea of being with someone who isn’t a carbon copy of me. And god, I find myself wanting to know everything there is to know about him.

Like a week later when I see him running around the quad in the afternoon, sweat soaking his shirt and beading his forehead. Or when I spot him in the library a few days after that, those slender fingers typing away, earbuds in his ears and a look of concentration on his gorgeous face.

Once again I just stare at him from across the room like a lunatic instead of actually going up to him and saying something.

Hi. You’re gorgeous. What’s your name? I want you. You’ve made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. You’re driving me insane and I haven’t even talked to you. You made me shove things up my ass which is something I never thought I would do. I like the way you dress. Your eye makeup is really cool. Marry me.

I groan and rest my head on my forearms. God, if I can’t talk to him, how am I going to get him in bed with me? Maybe he has a thing for awkward idiots and I could just walk by and trip and land in his lap, and we’d fall in love.

I watch as he looks at his phone, shoves it in his pocket and packs up his things.

Okay, time for step four. Maybe if I actually know I like gay sex it will be easier to approach him. I just need to find someone to help me get over the little hurdle of never having been with a guy before.

My best friend looks more than a little uncomfortable when I ask him to help me set up a Grindr profile. Weird, cuz I thought he’d be elated I was joining his team, so to speak. He does it though; walks me through everything and helps me pick out a username, and even takes a couple pics of me shirtless that I can upload (face not included), though he seems flustered the entire time. He helps me fill out the profile section and I keep it simple. I state that I’m a student, my major and minor — phys ed and biology, and that I’m figuring things out, and need someone who’s willing to experiment with me because I want to be honest from the get go. I don’t want someone showing up expecting me to know what the fuck I’m doing. I’ve even made my username Curious2002 .

I feel like this is better than trying to find someone to hook up with at a bar. Once I’ve reached out to someone or they’ve reached out to me, I won’t be able to chicken out. I mean, I could, but it will be harder. If I go out somewhere, I’m sure I’ll just sit there like a statue again and get nothing accomplished. And I don’t want to be inexperienced when I finally get up the courage to talk to the guy I’ve been semi-stalking for the last several weeks.

It doesn’t take long after setting everything up that my phone starts to go a little crazy with notifications. I really wasn’t expecting it, and I’m honestly so overwhelmed by it all I end up shutting it off.

When I finally power my phone back on the next morning I’m a bit shocked at all the Grindr messages I’ve received. Lots of guys out there apparently would be happy to “show me the ropes.”

Jesus, now that I’m staring it in the face it all feels a bit intimidating. I scroll through them but I don’t see any that interest me enough to want to reply. They’re all just saying how they could give me a good time or they would be happy to be my first. A couple guys just sent me dick pics. There’s nothing particularly wrong with it, it’s just not the vibe I’m going for. I want someone who’s a bit more…caring, maybe? Sensitive. Ugh, I don’t know. Maybe Grindr wasn’t the right idea.

I keep scrolling until I see a message from Theaterslut that was sent last night and reads: Hey, I saw you’re only about a block away from me, and since you’re a student I assume you also go to CSU? I really like how honest you were in your profile about being new to all of this. Honesty is super sexy. If you’re interested in meeting up at my place or yours let me know. I’m free tomorrow after nine.

Wow. He’s perfect. No telling me how good he can make me feel or how big his schlong is. Nothing even about how hot my profile pic is, which I actually really like. His profile pic is seriously hot, though. It’s a shot of his ass in a pair of lacy black panties. A good portion of his pale, slender back is showing, too, and that just makes it sexier.

My hands are trembling a bit when I reply.

Curious2002: I’m free tonight too. My place?