The Great Cock Hunt. Alex

the foreskin and I’d get his uncut cock nice and hard. Then I’d stroke his throbbing pole while I returned to the long cock on the other side, poking under the wall waiting for my mouth. All the while I’d never see these guys’ faces and they’d never see mine. I’d have that kind of hot, dirty bathroom sex that you see in movies. I don’t know that I’d ever have the balls to do it for real—I mean, I’ve definitely had some hot bathroom sex before, but never at a public rest stop—but just thinking about it, thinking about that uncut cock exploding strings of cum onto my face while I was still stroking the other cock, made my dick tingle.

      I started thinking about swallowing the long-cocked guy’s load with my mouth all covered in the other dude’s jizz and while listening to the uncut guy zipping up and leaving, then I was there. My cock exploded and ropes of cum splashed down onto the toilet. I opened my eyes and noticed that the guy at the urinal next to me, the long-dicked guy, had left; I hadn’t noticed him flush or anything I was so wrapped up in my fantasy. But there was no one there now and I was still stroking my spit-slick cock and cum was jumping out.

      Quickly I tucked myself back into my pants and tried to clean up my mess as best as I could. I flushed and came back out. Tommy and Lizzie were sitting outside and Tommy was eating French fries. Lizzie asked if I was all right because I had been gone a little longer than normal, and I said I was fine. We got back in the car and headed to school.

      6

      Getting There Incognito

      Lizzie insisted that we check in at the hotel and shower and primp and all that crap before going on to campus to register and be seen, which is why it was kind of funny when we walked into the hotel lobby, Lizzie looking a little worse for wear, her hair up in a messy ponytail, we ran into the biggest campus gossip and troublemaker ever: Liza.

      Brief background. Liza was the upper-echelon of campus society; she wasn’t so much part of the most popular clique as she was the most popular clique. She was a rung or two above any station that I ever aspired to, and as Lizzie’s best friend, I was on her radar. Tommy, on the other hand, was never all that worthy of her social largesse. Liza was also famous, in my mind at least, because she fucked incredibly humpy Coach Donnelly. But we’ll get to all that later.

      Always a fashion plate, and the daughter of parents who taught her very early to believe she was much better than she really was, Liza lead the trendsetting efforts at college. After graduation she landed some very important yet entirely trivial job for a high-end, famous-label fashion company in New York. There she met and somehow tricked one of the sons of the owner to fall in love with her and now they live happily ever after with servants and children in Los Angeles.

      Anyway, back to the hotel lobby. Always one for the dramatic hellos, Liza came rushing toward us, L.A.-aerobicized arms outstretched, and hugged and kissed us each without making any body contact. Tommy hates her and made a face like he was wading through a life-sized trash compacter while they air hugged. Lizzie rolled her eyes at me in a just-my-fucking-luck look and tried to quickly exit with a promise to see her later. But Liza was having none of that.

      Tommy and I went up to the counter to check into our rooms and when we returned Lizzie and Liza were sitting on the couches in the lobby. They were talking about some girl whose name I remember but face I can’t picture, when Liza turned to me and said, “Are you still dating Zoe’s cousin?”

      “Um, no,” I said, a little caught off guard.

      “That was the last time I talked to Zoe. Forever ago. And she told me about you and her cousin. It’s so cute.”

      “He was a fucking prick,” Lizzie said with a politician’s smile. Like when you’re watching the news and the politician is telling you that forty people died in the war today but that it’s really going well and for a good cause.

      Liza ignored this and turned back to Lizzie and said, “So do you still talk to Zoe?”

      “Yeah. Not every day but we see each other once or twice a month.”

      “How’s she doing?” Liza asked like she’s trying to tactfully ask a widow if the funeral was fun.

      “Fine,” Lizzie said. I was proud of her. Because the urge to gossip—especially about a story like Zoe’s—is a strong one, and I was glad she didn’t succumb to Liza.

      “I heard that he was robbing banks and everything,” Liza said.

      Lizzie laughed and said that’s not true and Liza asked her if she knew the whole story. Lizzie said she did but that she didn’t have the energy to tell it now. Liza pestered her for another few minutes and then looked at Lizzie and said, with a tad of pity, “Yeah, you need to freshen up. Promise you’ll tell me tonight!” Then she turned to Tommy and me and said, “Bye, boys.”

      “Bye,” I said with a plastic smile.

      Tommy had already turned to go up to his room and Lizzie and I caught up with him. “I forgot how draining these things could be,” I said.

      “I forgot how many people I didn’t like,” Lizzie said with the same look she’d have if she’d bitten into a rotten piece of fruit.

      “You two love it and you know it,” Tommy said. And he was kind of right.

      7

      Bram

      My phone rang just as I was opening my hotel room door. It was Bram.

      Bram’s the guy I’ve been dating for the past two or three months. I’d known him for a while, a couple of years really, but we just started actively dating each other recently. He’s a cool guy. A while back I used to date Bram’s roommate Andy. I wouldn’t really say date; we never really had a date. Well sort of. We had lunch a few times but not really as dates. Mostly we were fuck buddies who happened to work in the same office building. It was like cock convenience at its best. Anyway, when Andy found out—not that it was a secret in any way—that I had hooked up with Bram he kind of freaked. I mean, they were roommates and I guess it might have been slightly uncool of me to fuck his roommate, but I mean we didn’t have the presumption of any sort of commitment.

      So when I first fucked around with Bram, we three-wayed with my boyfriend-at-the-time King Kong (so nicknamed for the size of his mammoth cock). But recently, now that King Kong was out of the picture and Andy was too, Bram and I have been hanging out a lot together. It’s been one of those cool, no-commitment gigs like I enjoy, but the more time we spend together the more I feel it drifting toward an unspoken relationship. It’s just about getting to the point where we talk or e-mail almost every day and we basically expect to see each other every Saturday night. This is the point where I always get a little freaked in relationships and want to bail. Sometimes I do something stupid to sabotage it and other times I let it go on too long and end up in a deeper hole than I should be. No pun intended; Bram fancies himself a top mostly anyway.

      We’ve never talked about it or defined it in any concrete way, but I just know he feels it too. Like in clubs or bars when he puts his arm around me or gets possessive when I’m talking to other guys. He’d never tell me not to but I know it kind of bugs him. And, well, sometimes I’m not all that mature and I do it just to bug him. I know that’s kind of lame and that as like the hero of this book or whatever I’m supposed to be likeable and all that, but I’m just being honest. We all do dumb shit—don’t act like you’ve never done anything childish to get attention or inflate your ego. But that’s beside the point. Basically, I’ve got something going with Bram and he called before I had even dropped my bag on the floor of the room.

      He was sweet and calling to make sure that we got there okay and to tell me that he missed me already. I told him that I missed him too even though I really didn’t. I mean, it’s not like I don’t care about him, but I saw him last night for Christ’s sake. It’s like one of those automatic things that I feel like you have to say back to someone or else you seem like a dick. So we talked for a little while about work and then about music and the new Rufus Wainwright disc that he’d just gotten that I recommended after ordering it on iTunes.