Outdoor Gear Rental Counter Chapter 3
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Chapter 3: Baker Hall
Hayden stirs beside me, his breathing evening out as he blinks his eyes open. He sits up, rubbing his face with both hands, his hair mussed in a way that makes my stomach twist. For a brief moment, his gaze flickers toward me, and then he looks out the window.
“It’s late,” he mutters, glancing at his phone. “I should get going.”
“Oh,” I say, caught off guard. My voice comes out more meek than I anticipated. “You don’t have to rush. You can stay if you want.”
He shakes his head, already swinging his bare legs over the side of the bed, pulling on his t-shirt, and tucking his gold cross necklace inside it. “Nah, I’ve got an 8 AM class tomorrow, and I need to grab some stuff from my room.”
I sit up, watching as he retrieves his dirty blue Nike underwear from the floor and slips on his hoodie.
“You sure?” I ask, though I already know his answer.
“Yeah,” he says, putting his phone into his chest pocket. “Thanks, though. Tonight was… nice.”
The word feels too small, too plain for what happened between us, but I don’t want to correct him. I get out of bed and follow him into the living room, where he puts on his sweatpants and shoes.
We linger by the door, neither of us quite sure what to say. Hayden stuffs his hands into his pockets, shifting his weight awkwardly. “I’ll snap you tomorrow okay?”
“Okay,” I say, the word coming out somewhat hopeful. I quickly add, “Get home safe.”
Hayden nods, giving me a small, almost shy smile before stepping outside. I lean against the doorframe, watching him as he jogs down the stairs and out of sight. When the silence of the empty apartment settles around me, I close the door and lock it, my thoughts racing again.
The apartment still smells faintly like him—his cologne, the warmth of his skin—and it hits me harder than I expected. Part of me wanted him to stay, to let this night stretch into the morning, but I knew he wouldn’t. His disappearance off campus for more than a couple of hours would have been noticed, especially if he wasn’t back in his dorm come daylight.
I flop back onto the couch, staring at my blank TV as the quiet fills every corner of the apartment. Peeping into the grocery bag Hayden left, I take out a snack bag of Cheez-Its to try to collect my thoughts on a full stomach. It’s not disappointment I feel, exactly. Just…unfinished. Like this night was just one thread in something bigger that neither of us is ready to unravel yet. When I finally find the emotional energy to get off the couch, it’s only to quickly brush my teeth and slip my tired body into the old Cat’s Meow sleeping bag, since it has the freshest traces of Hayden.
The morning light pours through my bedroom window, soft and warm, pulling me from a blissful sleep. I shift, the nylon fabric of the Cat’s Meow sleeping bag crinkling around me. Waking up in it feels oddly comforting, like the traces of an almost naked Hayden are still there, wrapping me in an echo of last night.
I stretch, pushing myself upright, and glance at the clock on my dresser. There’s no rush this morning, but the thought of starting my day pulls me from the comfort of the sleeping bag. Tossing it aside reluctantly, I head for the kitchen to start a cup of coffee.
As the aroma fills the air, I grab the rental Cat’s Meow and drag it back to the kitchen for a wash in my in-suite laundry unit. Hayden likely doesn’t want me hauling it back to the REC unwashed, and even more so now that my seed is in it all thanks to him. I run my fingers over the fabric one last time as I zip the bag closed, then set the machine to a delicate cycle. Sipping my coffee, I watch the washing machine do its work, removing all remnants of him and Brendan. When the caffeine hits me, I quickly realize I have nothing sentimental left of Hayden, save for my old sleeping bag he napped in because he even took back his blue briefs with him when he left.
I sniffle and swallow the bitter pill as I cook myself some eggs. A buzz from my phone on the counter snaps me out of my thoughts. I check the screen, hoping for a message from Hayden—maybe even just a simple Hey. Instead, Alex’s Bitmoji glares back at me, followed by his usual chaotic typing style: Joeeeeey, spill. wuz it that mountain biker?
Letting out a small groan, I set my spatula down beside the stove. Alex never fails to pick the most inconvenient times to reach out.
Alex, can we not do this now? I just got up. We can talk at lunch in the UMC. I type back.
Fine, but you bet I won’t forget. I want this tea while it’s still warm!
I push my phone away and sit at my small table with my eggs and a slice of toast. While Alex is my closest friend, he thrives on chaos, especially mine.
As I shuffle around the apartment to prepare for my late-morning Climate Policy lecture, I turn on The View for background noise. Whoopi’s voice cuts through the air as I take my last sip of coffee, her humor landing more abrasive than sharp today. She’s tearing into the latest Trump election drama with her signature mix of authority and smugness. I respect her passion, but sometimes it feels like she’s trying harder to provoke than to inform.
The washer chimes, pulling me out of my thoughts. I retrieve the damp Cat’s Meow sleeping bag and pull it into the dryer, setting it to a low heat cycle. Hayden’s scent is now gone from the bag, and I sigh as I let it go, heading back to the bathroom for a shower and then to get dressed.
After getting ready, I drive to my class off the main campus. As I step out of my car, I catch sight of the fall colors starting to break through the trees around the East Campus parking lots. The crisp mountain air nips at my skin, reminding me that summer is officially over, even if it still feels like it’s holding on. I pull my hoodie tighter and head toward the SEEC building for my first class.
I’m more focused on my Policy lecture today than yesterday; my well-organized notes reflect that. Maybe it’s because I like the Prof more, but more likely I’m no longer anticipating a reprisal for my uncharacteristic actions at work or how I got Hayden to meet me at my apartment. The only thing weighing on my mind is having to deal with Alex at lunch. I know I’m not going to tell him about Hayden, so it’s only a matter of trying to bring Alex down from his expectations that everything between us is an open book.
Sighing, as the lecture ends, I grab my bag, shoving my notebook into it. Maybe I’ll dodge him at first. I know Alex well enough to know he’ll get the hint if I’m not in the mood to tell, just like last night. If not, I’ll just explain to him that it’s too early to talk about this stuff, and maybe he’ll back off—at least for a little while. I’m still not sure what I want from Hayden, or what we even are right now, but the last thing I need is Alex forcing me into a conversation I’m not ready for.
After parking my car near the REC for my later shift, I head over to the hub of campus, the University Memorial Center (UMC) for lunch with Alex. Alex is already in line at the pizza counter, his bright gold Buffs sweatshirt standing out like a highlighter in the crowd of students milling about. His Bitmoji’s expression on my phone this morning may have been exaggerated, but the energy is spot-on. He spots me immediately and waves enthusiastically, grinning ear to ear like he already knows I’m hiding something.
“Panda Express?” Alex asks as I approach, his tone teasing. “Joey, you’ve got an entire world of flavor options, and you always go for the orange chicken.”
“It’s good,” I reply with a shrug. “Why mess with perfection?”
Alex smirks but lets me slip into the line for Panda Express without further comment. Once I’ve got my tray—orange chicken, chow mein, and a side of veggie spring rolls—I meet Alex at one of the small tables overlooking the atrium. He’s halfway through a pepperoni slice by the time I sit down.
“So?” he prompts, raising an eyebrow as he chews.
“So… what?” I ask, playing dumb as I open my chopsticks.
“Don’t you dare give me that innocent act,” Alex warns, leaning in conspiratorially. “You know what I want to hear! Did you get that hot twunk mountain biker to come up from Mines?”
I stab a piece of chicken, taking my time chewing as I weigh my options. The truth is worth bragging about, but Hayden’s still fresh in my mind, and telling Alex about him right now would betray Hayden’s newfound trust in me.
Alex leans forward, his eyes narrowing. “I knew it! You’ve got that look—like you’re trying to play it cool, but you’re still stuck on him!”
I smirk, shaking my head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Joesph Larusso,” Alex drawls, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “You can’t fool me. I have a PhD in reading your micro-expressions. That little twitch in your eyebrow? Dead giveaway.”
I can’t help but chuckle, trying to steer the conversation away from last night. “Maybe you should add ‘human lie detector’ to your LinkedIn.”
“Don’t try to distract me,” Alex says, pointing a pizza crust at me like a teacher with a ruler. “Who was this mystery guest then, how did you finally break the dry spell, the summer of Joey?”
I groan, sinking into my seat. “Alex, can we not do this here?”
“Oh my God, it was him!” Alex gasps, practically vibrating with glee. “I need details. Was it a casual hangout or—wait, wait—did you finally use that sleeping bag you’re always talking about and showing me?
I choke on my orange chicken, coughing as Alex bursts into laughter. “Shut up, Alex!” I hiss, my face burning.
His grin is devilish. “I’m just saying, if he got cozy in your little Boy Scout fantasy, I need to know.”
“You’re impossible,” I mutter, shaking my head. “And no, there was no ‘cozy sleeping bag’ moment. Can we just drop it now?”
Alex’s expression softens—slightly. “Fine, fine. But you know I’m just messing with you, right? If you’re into someone, I’m happy for you Joey. Just...don’t keep it all bottled up, okay?”
I nod, grateful for the brief reprieve. “Thanks, Alex. And for the record, it wasn’t the mountain biker.”
“Liar,” he says, grinning. “But okay. I’ll give you a pass—for now.”
Just after I finish my chow mein, my phone buzzes and I immediately pull it off the table when I notice it’s a Snap message from Hayden. Thankfully Alex had already finished his pizza and was face-deep into his phone and didn’t notice it.
I cautiously open the Snap under the table, trying to appear as casual as possible. It reads: Joey, do you want to come up to my dorm later?
I stare at the message for a second, my heart skipping as I reread it. Hayden inviting me to his dorm feels... significant. Last night was intimate, sure, but his turf? That’s a whole different level.
I carefully type out my reply: Yeah, I’d like that. But I don’t get off work until 10.
The response comes almost instantly. That’s fine. I’m in Baker Hall, just head over and I’ll walk you up when you get to the door.
I quickly lock my phone before Alex can glance up from whatever TikTok rabbit hole he’s fallen into.
“You good?” Alex asks, looking up suddenly.
“Yeah, yeah,” I say, my voice deliberately casual. “Just Ethan and work stuff….”
Alex narrows his eyes like he doesn’t believe me but doesn’t press.
The rest of the day crawls on, starting with an afternoon Ecology lab. My shift at the REC is uneventful, but my focus is nonexistent again. Every few minutes, my mind drifts back to Hayden’s message. What does he want to talk about tonight? Or... is it less about talking?
By the time 10 PM rolls around, I’ve worked myself into a bundle of nerves. I slip my gray Colorado Flag hoodie over my work shirt and walk to Baker Hall in the middle of campus. Hayden’s dorm is one of the recently renovated dorms on campus, a stark contrast to my Freshman year holed up in Farrand Hall, the experience making me not want to deal with on-campus housing ever again. As I approach, I Snapchat message him: here
I wait a few minutes by the front door, trying to avoid eye contact with the people passing by me in the courtyard. To my relief, I finally see Hayden through the window coming to the door to let me in.
The black door to Baker Hall swings open, and there’s Hayden, illuminated by the warm glow of the lobby lights. His hair is damp, likely from a shower, and his gray GymShark workout t-shirt paired with blue Nike gym shorts highlights his smooth muscular legs. Over his white Nike crew socks, he has the Panda Dunks on from yesterday. He looks casual but still effortlessly put together—a contrast to my current nervous energy.
“Hey,” he says, his smile soft and inviting.
“Hey,” I reply, stepping inside. Hayden gestures for me to follow, leading me past the front desk and through the hallways to the elevator.
The ride up is quiet but not awkward. Hayden leans casually against the wall, his presence both calming and magnetic. I steal a glance at him, noting the way the bright LED lights catch the angles of his face. He catches me looking and smirks.
“What?” he asks, playful but curious.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Just… you look good tonight.”
His smirk turns into a grin, and he bumps my shoulder lightly. “You’re not so bad yourself, Joey.”
We step off the elevator, and Hayden leads me down a hallway lined with identical doors. He stops at one, unlocking it with his keycard before pushing it open. The room is huge, even bigger than my double Freshman room. Hayden has his bed pushed against one wall with a CU Buffs flag above it. Against the other wall is a simple desk with his laptop, and Chemistry and Biology textbooks. Between the bed and the desk is a wide space with a mounted ring lamp and phone holder where he records many of his TikToks.
“Welcome to Casa Hayden,” he says, kicking off his Dunks and motioning for me to do the same with my shoes, before placing his shoes neatly in front of the closet filled with much of his school-issued Nike track gear. “Sorry it’s not much, but, you know, dorm life.”
“It’s nice,” I say, genuinely impressed. “Way better than my old room in Farrand.”
He laughs, settling onto the edge of his bed. “Yeah, I’ve heard the horror stories about Farrand. Lucky for me, I got into Baker.”
I take a seat in his desk chair, suddenly hyper-aware of the space between us. Hayden leans back on his hands, studying me with an expression I can’t quite read.
“Joey,” he says after a moment, “I was thinking… maybe we could make a TikTok together. Since you helped me into the world of the outdoors and stuff.”
I blink, caught off guard, surprised at how quickly Hayden has put me in his circle, equivalent to Gabe and Brendan. “A TikTok?”
“Yeah,” he says, sitting up straight. “I mean, it’s kind of my thing, right?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “I rarely post myself on Snap, what makes you think I’d look good with you on there?”
“Nah,” he says, grinning. “You’ve got this natural charm. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Before I can protest, Hayden grabs his phone and pulls up the app, scrolling through his saved sounds. He finds one— the trending audio from an Indie 2000s rock band called the ‘Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ that’s equal parts flirty and catchy—and he holds it up for me to hear.
“What do you think?” he asks, his eyes bright with a teasing glimmer. “I’ll teach you the dance!”
I shrug, trying to hide my nervousness. “Okay, but you’re standing there in front.”
Hayden laughs, the sound soft but genuine. “Deal. I’ll be the star, and you can be my silent sidekick. It’s perfect, just like all my other ones.” He pulls me to my feet, his hands warm and firm on mine, and guides me to the open space in the middle of the room where his ring light is already set up.
I feel awkward standing in front of the light’s glaring halo, but Hayden’s enthusiasm is contagious. He sets up his phone and starts the audio, demonstrating the movements with ease. “So when she goes ‘Wait’ you hold your hand out like this and cross your legs. After that, you wiggle your hips for a while and do the wait thing again. It’s stupid but funny.
I’ve seen Hayden do this dance hundreds of times already, but I’ll admit I’ve never studied the actual moves. The music starts, and Hayden gives me a quick wink before getting into position. He moves with that fluid confidence I’ve always admired, effortlessly hitting each move with perfect timing.
"Alright, let’s do it together!" Hayden grins, looking back at me.
I hesitate for a moment, my nerves turning into a full-blown knot in my stomach. I don’t dance, much less on camera. But seeing the way Hayden looks at me with that teasing grin and warm encouragement makes me think, maybe, I can do this.
I take a deep breath and follow his lead, mimicking his steps as best I can. The music is loud in my ears, and my movements feel awkward at first, but I can’t help but laugh. Hayden’s laughter rings out louder than the music, and it’s infectious. He watches me with an open expression, his smile wide and genuine.
"Not bad, Joey!" he teases. "Just a little more hip action and you’ll be a pro."
I roll my eyes but smile, feeling the tension in my shoulders start to loosen. As we go through the moves again, I start to relax a little, enjoying the moment. There’s something about being in his presence, about sharing this small, silly thing together, that makes me feel closer to him, even though I’m still figuring out what that closeness means.
We finish the dance, and Hayden holds his phone up to check the video, grinning as he watches it back. "Dude, you dance pretty good," he says, his voice teasing but with a hint of admiration.
I groan, watching myself flail on screen. “I look like a total idiot.”
“No, you did great,” he insists, his tone warm and sincere. “People are going to love this. Trust me.”
Before I can argue, he starts editing the video, adding tags and a caption with practiced ease. He glances up at me, his expression teasing. “So, do I tag you, or are you going for the mysterious vibe?”
“Mysterious,” I say quickly. “Let’s not make this a thing.”
Hayden smirks but nods. “Alright, people will just have to guess who you are.” He posts the video and sets his phone aside, leaning back on his bed with a satisfied smile, but it chimes after a few seconds with a FaceTime call. I look at the screen and see it’s his girlfriend Ava. I quickly retreat to a corner of the room as he picks up the call.
I feel like I’m now on the outside looking in as Hayden lies back on his bed holding the phone above his face.“Hey Babe! Did you finish your Econ paper? The only thing I like about you having to burn the midnight oil is I get to stay up with you a little longer. Being across two time zones sucks.”
“Yeah, Speedstar, you’ve only been there a month and we still have another 2 months to go ‘til you’re back for a bit.” Ava sounds exhausted and I feel a pang of unease as I listen in on Hayden's conversation with Ava. I'm not sure why I felt like retreating to the corner of the room, but it feels like my presence wasn't meant to be here for this.
Hayden continues to chat with Ava, seemingly forgetting I'm within earshot. They talk about what they’re going to do in the morning, and how Ava is making quick friends on the South Carolina Gamecocks Volleyball team.
As they wrap up their call, Hayden sets his phone aside and looks at me with an apologetic expression. "Sorry about that," he says, getting off his bed and walking over to where I'm standing. "We just wish each other good night even if we’ve been talking throughout the day."
I nod understandingly, "No worries," I say. "Sounds like you both have busy lives being athletes and Speedstar?” I give him a hesitant chuckle.
“I’ve known Ava since middle school, she ran track too and that’s what they called me.” Hayden laughs.
“Okay, Speedstar, what else did want to do while I’m here?” I ask him with a slight grin.
Hayden’s smile softens, his eyes thoughtful as he leans casually against the edge of his desk. “Well it wasn’t just for a Tiktok,” he says, his voice quieter now, “I’ve been meaning to ask—how did you realize you were into guys?”
I swallow, the question hitting me like a surprise gust of wind. I’ve told the story to Alex countless times, but sharing it with Hayden feels different, more monumentous somehow. “It was...complicated,” I begin, fidgeting with the strings on my hoodie. “I always knew I was different, but it took me a while to figure it out. Back in freshman year of high school, I guess. I had this crush on a guy named Matthew, and I didn’t know who I could talk to about it. But seeing guys together in high school made it click for me, that it was okay to like who I liked. It wasn’t until I transferred from Scouts to Venturers that I started fooling around with other guys though.”
Hayden nods, his expression curious and heartfelt. “That’s cool you figured it out back then—and that people at your school were open about it.” He moves back to sit on the edge of his bed, then pats the spot beside him with a small smile. “Come sit. I hope that phone call from Ava didn’t put you off from us getting to know each other more.”
I hesitate for a moment before walking over and sitting next to him, the mattress dipping slightly with our combined weight. His hand finds its way to my knee, and he squeezes gently, his touch sending a warm shiver through me. “What was it like for you?” I ask, turning the conversation back to him. “I know you’re still trying to figure things out, but have you done stuff before Brendan?”
He looks away slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. “Well, around the same age, I guess. At track meets we had tents where the guys on my team would rest and change during downtime. There were blankets and stuff to keep warm in our track outfits and one time there were just three of us in the tent. Carter and I were kinda wrestling under the blanket and Noah was too busy on his phone to care. Then all of a sudden Carter slipped his hand under my Nike Pros and I instantly got hard. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him, but he rolled over beside me and he started giving me a hand job. It wasn’t long before I came in his hand and into my underwear. Luckily I had finished my event, so I had to put on my track pants over it all and no one else knew, not even Noah.”
“Well, getting a handjob from a guy doesn’t instantly make you gay. I see why they called you Speedstar though!” I laugh. “When did you start dating Ava?”
“Sophomore year Ava and I started getting serious.” Hayden shrugs. “But, that wasn’t just one time with Carter. Later on that year, we got a little bolder, and he went under the blanket to suck me off. It was a stupid idea and we almost got caught. Brendan was the first time I’ve ever gotten a guy off though, and now you, so you can see why I’m now questioning my sexuality and what that means for Ava and I.”
I nod, understanding the gravity of what Hayden's sharing with me. It's clear he's still navigating his feelings, and I don't want to push him further than he's ready for. We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, our legs brushing against each other, the warmth from his body seeping into mine. Then Hayden looks over at me, his gaze serious. "So, Joey," he says, "what happens now?"
I take a deep breath, my heart racing. I know what I want—more moments like last night, more time with Hayden—but I also know the reality of his situation. "Now," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady, "we just keep being friends, I guess. Unless you want more than that."
Hayden's hand slides up my thigh, and he leans closer, his eyes searching mine. "I do," he whispers, his voice low and filled with a need that mirrors my own. "But we have to be careful."
The air between us crackles with tension, and I can't help but lean in, our lips meeting in a soft kiss that quickly deepens. We kiss like we're trying to swallow each other whole, the heat of his mouth setting my nerves alight. When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily, our eyes locked together in silent understanding.
"Okay," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Careful it is."
“Yes,” Hayden nods. “But the next thing I wanted to do with you tonight is something I haven’t tried yet, and I hope you’d be willing to let me do it.”
Hayden's hand roams even higher up my thigh, and I feel his excitement growing. "What do you mean?" I ask, my voice a little shaky.
"Well, I want to return the favor from last night," he says, his eyes never leaving mine. "But I also want to try something new. You know, keep pushing my boundaries."
My stomach flips at the thought. "What is it?"
"Okay," Hayden says, his voice a little quivering with nerves, "I've never done this before, so you're going to have to guide me." He glances down at the bulge in my pants, his expression a mix of excitement and anxiety as he opens his mouth and uses his free hand to make a motion as if it was wrapped around a cock.
"Wait, Hayden. You want to…give me a blow job?" My heart pounds in my chest, a wild rhythm that matches the storm of emotions swirling inside me. There's exhilaration, yes, but also a thread of nervous anticipation of what this means for the both of us that I can’t shake. “We’ll take it slow,” I whisper, my voice steady despite the chaos within. But as I lean in and our lips meet again, slow quickly becomes something else entirely.
His kiss is insistent, igniting a fire beneath my skin that spreads with every press of his body against mine. Before I know it, we’re standing, hands fumbling, clothing peeling away piece by piece. He shrugs off his shirt, revealing the muscular definition of his torso, and kicks off his socks with an ease that makes me smile even through the heat of the moment. He’s down to just his Nike running shorts, and I can’t resist admiring the lines of his body—strong, graceful, and utterly captivating.
I tug off my hoodie and workshirt, my movements less coordinated but no less urgent, before slipping out of my loose jeans. We’re both stripped down to nearly nothing now, and the vulnerability of it, both physical and emotional, makes the moment feel heavier, and more significant.
When we return to the bed, he moves with a quiet confidence that takes my breath away. Crawling over me, his cross necklace dangles between us, catching the bright light of the ring stand. It’s such a small detail, but it feels intimate, almost sacred, as it sways in time with his movements.
His lips trail down my hairy chest, and when they brush against my nipples, I gasp, my back arching into his touch. "Ah," I breathe, feeling a shudder ripple through me. His hands are warm and sure as they explore me, tracing paths across my skin that leave me trembling beneath him. Every kiss, every touch, feels like a discovery—a quiet, unspoken dialogue between us.
As Hayden kisses his way down my stomach, my eyes drift closed, savoring every sensation. I pull off my Columbia boxer briefs for him, and when his warm breath ghosts over the tip of my cock, I bite back a moan, my body already coiled tight with anticipation. "Yes Hayden," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
His hand wraps around me, gently squeezing before his lips make contact. It's a tentative kiss at first, almost chaste, but it sends another jolt of electricity through me. He looks up, his eyes questioning, and I nod, giving him the reassurance he needs to continue. "Go on," I whisper, my voice full of encouragement.
He takes me in, inch by inch until I feel the back of his throat, and the sensation is overwhelming. The way he looks up at me, the mix of concentration and lust on his face, is almost too much to handle. "You're... wow," I stutter, my body responding eagerly to his exploration.
I thread my fingers through his hair, guiding him, showing him how to give me pleasure without pushing himself too far. Our eyes meet again, and in that moment, any lingering doubt about what we're doing dissipates. This is real, raw, and beautifully intimate. And as Hayden takes me deeper, I know that no matter what happens next, this night has changed us both in ways we're only just beginning to understand.
The tension in the room is palpable as Hayden's eyes widen with each inch he takes, his curiosity and desire to please me written in his expressions. "I'm getting close," I warn him, my voice tight with excitement. But instead of pulling back, Hayden doubles down, his eyes never leaving mine as he takes me to the brink and over.
My body responds eagerly to his exploration, my cock pulsing in his mouth as he learns my rhythm, my likes and dislikes. I can feel myself getting closer to the point of no return, my breaths coming in short gasps, and I whisper, "I'm close," giving him a chance to pull back if he needs to.
But instead, Hayden's grip on me tightens, his lips working furiously as he takes me to the edge. And then I'm there, tumbling over into the abyss, my release spilling into his mouth and down his throat in a rush of pleasure that leaves me gasping for air.
The intimacy of it all overwhelms me, and I let out a low moan, my body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm. As he pulls away, we're both panting, and I can’t help but lean in to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. "Mmm," I hum, savoring the taste. It's a moment that feels both incredibly right and incredibly wrong, but all I can do is hold onto Hayden, savoring his body's warmth and the sweetness on my tongue.
As we catch our breath, Hayden's eyes never leave mine, his gaze burning with desire and curiosity. He leans in over me again, his voice husky as he speaks.
"I want to try something else new too," he says, his words in a muted tone.
I feel a sudden rush of excitement as I sense what he's thinking. "What is it?" I ask, my voice cautious despite the spark of excitement remaining within me.
Hayden's eyes lock onto mine, his pupils dilating with arousal. "I want to fuck you," he says, his words dropping like a bombshell between us.
My heart pounds as I process what he's asking. He wants to penetrate me for his first time doing anal with a guy. A chill runs through me at the prospect, and I feel a surge of exhilaration at the idea of exploring this new experience with him.
"Are you sure?" I ask, trying to gauge his sincerity.
Hayden nods, his eyes burning with desire. "I'm positive," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "But I want to take care of you, to give you pleasure."
A thrill of excitement runs through me as I realize how much this means to him. I can see the desire in his eyes, the longing for connection and intimacy.
"Okay," I say finally, my voice trembling slightly.
Hayden's face lights up with eagerness as he nods, a smile spreading across his face. "Really Joey?" he asks, his voice full of hope.
I nod, feeling a surge of adrenaline at the prospect of trying something new together.
"Yes," I say firmly. "But we need to take it slow again to make sure you're comfortable and ready."
Hayden nods enthusiastically, already knowing what he wants, and seems to be prepared. "Let's get some lube, a condom, and a towel to cover the bed," he says, hopping out of bed to grab a few essentials from his closet and storage drawers.
As he rummages through his stuff, I feel a mix of joy and nerves wash over me. This must be a new experience for Hayden, but I'm eager to explore it with him.
When Hayden returns to the bed, he's carrying a bottle of Sliquid H2O lube, a Durex condom, and a beach towel. "Let's get started," he says, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes my heart flutter.
I nod, feeling my body respond to the prospect of what's about to happen. In a minute we'll navigate uncharted territory, our bodies and hearts connecting in ways he has never experienced before.
"Ready Hayden?" I ask, trying to gauge his level of readiness.
Hayden nods, taking a deep breath as he looks at me with an expectant gaze. "I'm more than ready," he says, his voice filled with suspense as he slips off his shorts and underwear to kneel before me.
I turn around, grab his pillow from the headboard, and lean over it, preparing myself to take him inside me. With my body over the pillow, Hayden applies some lube to my entrance and slowly begins to push inside me. I feel a slight stinging sensation at first, but it quickly gives way to a deep sense of pleasure as he continues to penetrate me.
As he moves deeper inside me, I feel myself relaxing into the sensation, letting go of any remaining tension or nerves. The pressure builds as Hayden pushes deeper, filling me up in a way that’s familiar, but incredibly satisfying. His movements are careful, almost tentative at first, but as he gets more comfortable, they become more confident, more sure. He whispers into my ear, asking if I'm okay, if it feels good, and I nod, unable to form words as pleasure floods through me. The sound of our breathing, the soft slap of our bodies meeting, the gentle groans of our shared experience. It's a symphony that blocks out the world around us, leaving us lost in each other.
As Hayden's pace picks up, I grip the pillow tightly, my eyes squeezed shut as the feeling of fullness inside me grows more intense with each motion. His hands rest gently on my hips, guiding him deeper with every thrust. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that has me panting and moaning into his sheets. Our bodies move in unison, creating a rhythm that seems to resonate through the very walls of the dorm. It’s a moment of pure, unbridled passion that feels both terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
With every thrust, Hayden's breathing becomes more ragged, his grip on my hips tightening. I can feel his body tense against mine, his movements growing erratic as he gets closer to climax. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum," he warns, his voice strained with pleasure. I nod, my own body responding to the intensity of the moment. With one final, deep push, Hayden's body goes rigid, and he cries out, his warmth inside fills me as he reaches his peak.
We stay like that for a moment, panting and trembling, our bodies joined in a way that feels both intimate and powerful. Then, with a soft sigh, Hayden pulls out, and we collapse onto the bed, our limbs tangled together in a mess of sweat and emotion. As we catch our breath, the reality of what we've just done sinks in, and we share a look that speaks volumes—a silent acknowledgment of the profound connection we've just forged in the quiet of my apartment and his single dorm.