Chapter Three
chapter three
DEREK
M y mind is a million miles away when we start the next week of class. I can’t stop my mind from wandering back to my dare. The shit I allow myself to get into when I hang out with Bryson.
Man, what a cock my sexy stranger had on him. I’ve seen thick cocks, but this one was almost massive and had that sexy thick vein running through the shaft. It was sexy and intimidating, and I want more.
I gave Bryson a blow-by-blow—no pun intended—when I dragged him out of the club. He was none-too-happy with me because he was chatting up some bear of a man, but when I told him the dare was done, he forgot all about his flirting and wanted to hear everything. He practically squealed when I told him how I’d let the man fuck my face until he came down my throat.
“You’re such a whore,” Bryson joked when I comically wiped the corner of my mouth. “Can I also say I’m jealous? That man was sex on sticks.”
That was the truth.
Now I can’t think about anything else. My cock chubs up when I think about how I took him to the back of my mouth and let him explode down my throat. My hand sure got a workout when I got home. I’d jerked my dick twice to the image of how hot he looked standing over me, gazing down at me with desire.
Did he want to return the favor? Would he have touched me, jerked me off until I came all over his hand? Would he have taken me home and filled me with that huge cock until I could barely walk?
I shake my head and tune back into the lecture. There’s no use thinking about what could have happened. I won’t see that guy again. It was a dare. No more.
Even though I didn’t know what the professor said for the first half, I tried to pay attention now and take some notes. Finals are coming up and I need to be prepared. I know chemistry like the back of my hand, but I could always learn more.
When class is dismissed, I pack my bag and drag my feet, still thinking about what I did over the weekend. I want to do it again. Not with some rando Bryson picked out, but with the fluffy man that I’d already sucked off. I want to touch and kiss all over that belly that I only got to peck once.
It’s only when Evan throws his arm around my shoulder that I’m jerked me out of my contemplations. I look up at him with a grin. I’d checked on him yesterday and he said he was doing much better, if not a little dehydrated. I’m glad to see he’s doing better now.
“Hey, handsome,” I mutter, throwing an arm around his waist.
“Hey, yourself. You look out of it.”
I shake my head with a smirk. “Yeah, well, Bryson had me do something crazy this weekend and I can’t stop thinking about it. My mind keeps drifting back to it. ”
Evan raises an eyebrow. “Do tell.”
Sending him a smile, I relay everything that’d happened. Starting with me not wanting to play truth or dare, but glad I did. Then I tell him how Bryson picked out the exact man I would go for—even if I hadn’t been prompted to play his silly game—and how the man won’t leave my mind, though I don’t even know his name.
Finishing up my story, I say, “But I’ll never see him again. It’s cool, though. It’s one of those stories I’ll remember when I’m old and gray. I’ll tell my grandkids how adventurous I was.”
Evan wrinkles his nose. “Don’t tell your grandkids that you sucked a guy’s dick in the bathroom of a club, you freak.”
I smack him on the chest as I laugh. “I won’t tell them that , but I’ll tell them how I put myself out there with friends. That’s harmless, right?”
He grins down at me. “You’re such a weirdo.”
Pasting myself to his body, I hug him tight around the waist. “Yeah, but you love me.”
Evan kisses the top of my head, since he’s a good six inches taller than me. “I do, even though you’re strange.” I slap his chest and he laughs. “Damn, I really missed out. Not that I would have found your type attractive, but I’m sure there were some cute college-aged guys in there.”
Ever since Bryson and I had told Evan our type, he’s taken playful digs out of us. We don’t mind because we like what we like.
“There were some. I just?—”
As my eyes travel across the courtyard, I see my handsome stranger standing on the sidewalk, looking lost. I stop walking, not sure if I can continue. He’s standing right there . How did he find me? Did he find out my name and track me down? Should I be flattered or afraid ?
Evan stops walking when I do, looking at me with concern. “What’s up Derek? You okay?”
My eyes are on the man and Evan turns to see what I’m looking at. “It’s?—”
Before I can tell him who it is, Evan smiles and says, “It’s my dad.”
I look around, trying to figure out who he’s talking about, but my question is answered when he makes a beeline to my handsome stranger and throws his arms around him.
Oh, fuck. I blew Evan’s dad.
Not wanting to confront who—and what—I’d done, I turn on my heel to head in the opposite direction, but I hear my name being called. Loudly. Knowing I can’t ignore Evan or he’ll practically tackle me, my shoulders slump as I turn around.
He and his dad are making their way over to me. My stranger is smiling, but the dots haven’t connected for him, and he doesn’t recognize me yet. That stings, but I push it away. He shouldn’t know who I am. We had a fling, nothing more.
“Dad,” Evan says, happily. “This is one of my best friends, Derek. Derek, this is my dad, Keith.”
“Nice to meet you,” I say, holding out my hand.
After Keith gets a good look at me, his eyes widen. Ah, he finally recognizes me. I watch his hand shake as he reaches out for me. “Nice to meet you, too. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Having no idea of the dilemma we’re going through, Evan puts his arm back around my shoulder. “Nonsense. I can’t believe you’re here. Derek and I are just heading to lunch off-campus. Want to join us?”
Keith looks back and forth between us, his face drawn. “Are you two…?” He flicks his fingers between us .
Laughing loudly, Evan shakes his head. “Definitely not, Dad. He’s just a really good friend. My first friend when I got here, actually. I’ve told you about him.”
Recognition of another kind lights Keith’s eyes. “This is D. I don’t think you’ve ever called him Derek.”
Snapping out of my haze, I look at Evan. “You told your dad about me?” I’m weirdly touched. Evan and Bryson have met my parents and my parents adore them. I realize now that Evan has never introduced us to his family in the almost four years we’ve been friends.
“Of course,” Evan tells me seriously. “My folks live on the other side of the country and it’s hard for my dad to visit with work.”
Keith interrupts with, “That’s what I want to talk to you about.”
Smiling, Evan goes to throw an arm over his dad’s shoulder. Now that I look closely, they have a striking resemblance. The same dark hair, wide eyes, and open smile. Then I realize something. “You shaved!” I blurt out.
Giving me a strange look, Keith touches his face. “Yeah, I had a beard for some years.”
“That’s why I didn’t recognize you! Evan has pictures up, but you always had a beard.”
Evan has pictures of his family all around his apartment, and in the ones I saw of his dad, he always had either a full goatee or a long beard. I have to admit, this clean-shaven look is hot as fuck.
“Stop hitting on my dad,” Evan jokes. “Come on. Let’s hit that panini bar. We have almost two hours before our next class.”
We head to Evan’s car, him telling his dad the address to the panini bar.
The drive is spent with Evan gushing his excitement to see his father and me trying to disappear into the seat. And yeah, while I like dad bods, I didn’t know said dad bod would be on Evan’s dad! I’m truly fucked. Not because I did it the first time… but because I want to do it again.
Knowing who he is hasn’t deterred me from wanting to go after him. It should, since Evan is my best friend, and he might not be as receptive to me fucking his dad as I’d like to think, but I don’t think I can stay away. He’ll probably only be here for a few days. Why not sneak over and scratch the itch?
I scoff, causing Evan to glance over at me with a questioning look. I wave him away, tuning back into my thoughts. What makes me think Keith even wants a repeat? Because he came when I sucked him off? That means nothing. A stranger sucked his dick in a nightclub; that’s it.
Maybe I can convince him. I’m not sure how, but maybe. Sneaking around with my best friend’s dad is definitely not a story I want to tell my grandkids.