C is for Co-eds

Welcome back to the Fleshbot Book Club-your chance to get a sneak peek at some of the hottest erotic literature out now. Today's selection comes from Cleis Press's C is for Co-eds edited by Alison Tyler.

This selection comes from "I Wanted Him to Feel It," by Joel A. Nichols.

"Corner of Church and High. Is your house closer?"

"Yes," I said and kissed him hard. It was his first time kissing a boy and I wanted him to feel it. He pulled back, put one hand on the nape of my neck, and reached for his cigarettes with the other. I still had two fingers just inside the top of his waistband when he asked me where I lived.

I led him away from the party, two blocks uphill and into my house.

When we got there he smoked another cigarette, and I lay down on the carpet in front of him, waiting with my hands behind my head. "What are you doing down there?" he said, and started to unbutton his shirt.

I wondered if all straight guys talked dumb like that as he crawled on top of me, digging his sharp hips into mine. We started kissing again, hard. Rougher than I'd expected-almost as hard as I'd tried to the first time, back at the party.

I moved one hand under his shirt and the other to his ass. He helped me pull off his shirt and I saw skinny silver rings curving through both nipples. I went for them immediately, sucking hard with the tip of my tongue and the edges of my teeth. "Careful," he breathed out, "I just did them." I pushed against them with my tongue and he fumbled at my belt.

I moved to help him with the clasp, but wanted to see if he could get my pants open on his own. They were my favorite pants that semester: tattered brown corduroys that made my legs look skinny and my crotch huge. A few seconds later he yanked at my waist and ripped out the rivet, pulling the zipper down and open. I unbuttoned his pants and felt his dick getting hard.

"Let's get on the bed," I said, and by the time we made it across the two feet of cheap gray carpet, we were both nearly naked. With his plain-Jane checked boxers bunched at his ankles, he leaned back and asked me what I was into. I crawled on top of him and kissed his neck.

"Everything. What do you want to do?" I couldn't believe I was offering prefab dialogue worse than some lowbrow fuck movie, but I knew it would pay off with him. Shivering from too many drinks and too many cigarettes, he cast down his eyes. He was too shy to ask me to go down on him, so I went for his cock and sucked it. Matching his thin legs and meager trunk, his dick stayed slender as it got harder and filled my mouth. His balls hung low and loose, and I grabbed them.

My own cock surged forward when I thought of him tasting it-the first time he would have had a cock in his mouth.

I continued to jack him off slowly and tightly, and kissed back up toward his nipples. Then I laid my head at the top of my bed, next to his. "I want you to suck me," I mumbled, and he threw his head down to my crotch. He was clumsy and rough, licking the head of my cock for a while, and then trying to swallow it. Over and over again he took almost the whole thing in and out of the back of his throat. His lips pursed around my dickhead, I finally put one hand on his head and started to guide his motions.

He was concentrating hard on my dick and I pulled a little at his curls, signaling for him to let up and head for my balls. Instead, he sucked harder and swung his body around, planting his knees on either side of my head. Within seconds, his dick was back in my mouth and I had both hands on his ass, rubbing my thumbs over the spot that is not quite ass and not quite thigh. He moved his ass against my hands and sucked harder. He had gotten better and realized it, sucking the tip of my cock, then swirling his tongue around it, up and down. The way his hips bounced, I had a hard time keeping his dick in my mouth, so I started to jack him off and lick his balls. He pushed his ass even closer to me and I started to play with his cheeks again, cautiously getting closer and closer to his asshole.

With one of his balls in my mouth, I touched the tip of my index finger to his hole and stroked a small circle. He sighed and started to jerk my dick backhanded. My dick was sopping with his spit. He pulled firmly and kept the head wet with flicks of his tongue as I started fingering him. He sighed again and began moaning. I spit on my finger and pushed in further. He pressed against my hand, taking in more of my finger. I kept my left hand around his balls and, with my right index finger buried in his ass, pumped my arm back and forth. He let go of my dick entirely and laid his sweaty head on my leg. His hands dug under the backs of my thighs while I finger-fucked him. I tried another finger and he moaned, pushed back on my hand, then pulled away from me entirely and said, "I've got a condom, in my wallet."

I had no idea which lump of black shadows on my floor was his pants, and reached down beside the bed for one of my own. I groped for a packet of lube I knew was mixed in with the condoms. He lay on his back while I tore open the package and rolled it down myself. I went down on him again, took his dick in my mouth, and put two spit-and-lube-wet fingers up his ass. He pressed himself against my fingers again, then moved his hips and starting saying, "Please." I took my hand away and lifted his legs in the air. Guiding the head of my dick with my right hand, I found his ass and eased in. He gasped as I slid in and I held it there for a second, then went deeper. It was too much for him and he pulled away. I thought for a second I'd lost him by rushing it, but he turned over and climbed up on his knees.

In that position my cock slid right in, and I started fucking him doggy-style, one of my hands reaching toward his shoulder and one planted on his hip. I pumped slow at first to let him adjust, but he started meeting my thrusts, throwing his ass against my cock faster and faster, pulling my dick deep into him. His ass held my cock firm in all directions. He was so tight I had to start holding off immediately.

I leaned back and took both of his hips in my hands, guiding his thrusts as he slammed hard onto my cock.

He moaned, softly at first, like when I was fingering him, and then louder and louder. I was sure he was about to wake up my roommate, asleep in the next room, and was wondering if we should change positions when his ass tightened and breathlessly I started to come-I just couldn't stop. I arched over him, my chest covering his sweat-slicked back, and thrust until we were both finished. Then I pulled out and rolled us both over as I palmed the condom and dropped it to the floor. My dick dragged wet over his thigh and I kissed him, soft and slow.

It was his first time with a boy, and I wanted him to feel it.

Excerpted from C is for Co-eds an anthology edited by Alison Tyler and published by Cleis Press.

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