Some Like It Hot

***

Saturday night couldn’t come soon enough for Jarrett. He was excited as him and AJ left the dorm, to take Dom up on his offer.

Dom led AJ, Mich, and Jarrett past the frat brother approving guests, as they made their way into the house. The live band was all that could be heard over the hoards of college kids crowding the rooms of the 1st floor.

“Have a blast,” Dom yelled over the music, as he and Mich made their way towards the beer. AJ and Jarrett walked around the house talking with some of the brothers, before they eventually got separated.

Jarrett was feeling pretty good, as he had been sipping on some long-island iced teas they were serving in a corner room. Jarrett went to get another refill from the pitchers centered on a coffee table on the side of the room. Jarrett looked up to see a larger red-haired guy making out with a brown-haired girl on the couch next to the coffee table. Jarrett couldn’t help but notice that the girl was dressed more than a little slutty. Then, she pulled away from the guy. The red haired guy moved back in, as the girl stretched out her arm, pushing her hand against his chest. The act didn’t do much good, as the guy was easily twice her weight.

Jarrett put his empty cup down on the table, and focused on the pitcher. He tried to listen to the band in the background, although it was not so deafening in this section of the house. Jarrett refilled his cup, and looked back up.

“Stop,” the girl was saying, to Jarrett’s dismay. The guy was now physically holding her arm down, as he was saying something too her. He didn’t seem happy. She was looking increasingly nervous.

“Hey,” Jarrett said. The girl looked up at him for a moment, but the guy kept pushing in closer to her.

“Hey,” Jarrett said again, louder, stepping closer. The guy turned; keeping his firm grip on the girl, “You got a problem?”

“She’s not interested,” Jarrett was almost surprised the words made it out of his mouth.

The guy let go of the girl and stood up angrily, “How the fuck is that your business?”

“Just cool down,” Jarrett said, taking a step back. Unfortunately, Jarrett’s move backwards didn’t take into account the coffee table. Multiple pitchers of the iced teas toppled over as Jarrett’s legs hit against the table.

“Fuck!” The red-haired brother exclaimed, focusing on the alcohol. Panicked, Jarrett knelt down and grabbed a pitcher, setting it back up and saving some of the alcohol. A second brother, in a rush to do the same, knocked one of the fallen pitchers in Jarrett’s direction, sending iced tea all over him. Jarrett stood up to get out of the way, as others moved towards the table to survey the damage.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The second brother said towards Jarrett, as the red-haired brother, and others moved in to get things cleaned up. Jarrett looked up to see the girl was long gone.

He then turned and began walking away from the table. Soon the sensation of embarrassment rushed over him. “What is wrong with me?” He couldn’t help but think. With his shirt and crotch covered in alcohol, he decided going back to the dorm was his best option.

Jarrett moved through the crowd, and after what seemed like forever, had the door in his sights…before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“How is everything go—” Dom stopped as Jarrett faced him. “What happened to your shirt?”

Before Jarrett could answer, a hand pushed Dom in the chest pushing him back so he was side-to-side with Jarrett. Jarrett swallowed as the red-haired frat boy stood in front of them.

“Is this fucker with you?”

“What’s your problem?” Dom answered, annoyed by his greeting.

“When we said you could bring some people…” the red-haired boy started.

A part of Jarrett was of course curious to see where the conversation would go, but his feet where on the move out the door as soon as Dom’s attention had shifted.

The embarrassment gave way to a rush of disappointment as Jarrett made his way back to campus in the cold night’s air. Embarrassing himself was one thing, but making Dom look bad in front of guys he was trying to become friends with…Jarrett felt himself holding back a tear.

“Nice going,” he mumbled under his breath. “Way to fuck over any chance of Dom ever liking me.” It wasn’t until that moment that Jarrett realized how much he wanted Dom to like him.

***

Sunday was fairly uneventful. Jarrett met up with Courtney for what had turned into an almost daily study session, but other than that Jarrett and AJ spent most of their day doing work in their dorm.

Monday’s classes came and went, and Jarrett pushed open the door to his dorm to hear female moaning coming from inside. Jarrett stopped and peered in to see AJ watching sitting on his bed, with porn playing on the TV.

“Lock the door,” AJ stated, after turning and confirming Jarrett’s presence. Jarrett locked the door, as he looked back to his roommate, wearing khaki shorts and a t-shirt. Jarrett threw his bookbag on his desk and sat down on his bed to watch a big-breasted female give a guy head.

AJ slid over to the side of his bed, and patted his hand on the other side, “Here.”

Jarrett smiled, he went over and sat next to AJ.

“She has nice tits,” Jarrett offered.

“He has a hot cock,” AJ exchanged.

After a few minutes, AJ unzipped and pulled his cock out of his khakis. Jarrett glanced over to see a thick, eight inches hardening in AJ’s hand.

Jarrett decided he should follow suit, and pulled off his shoes, socks, pants, and boxers, letting loose his own hardening dick. Then he stripped off his shirt, leaving himself completely nude.
AJ, noticing Jarrett’s soldier, “I guess straight porn does the trick for you.”

“Guess so,” Jarrett confirmed. He kept to himself the role that AJ’s cock had in getting him hard. Jarrett gently tugged on his dick as AJ worked on his.

The female in the porn had decided to move things along by sitting on the guy’s dick. AJ also decided to move things along, as he pushed Jarrett’s hand aside and grabbed his dick. Jarrett let out a breath, as AJ’s hand wrapped around his rock hard, black dick.

Jarrett , slowly, wrapped his hand around AJ’s hard tool. AJ moaned softly, and spread his legs more, overlapping his left leg over Jarrett’s right.

Jarrett tugged AJ gently, he was enjoying the feel of AJ’s meat in his hand. AJ stroked Jarrett’s cock roughly, sending pre-cum trickling down its head.

“Ohhh,” Jarrett moaned, breathing harder. AJ took it as a sign to go faster, tightening his grip on
Jarrett’s cock.

“Shit,” Jarrett moaned, as his load sprayed out onto his chest and stomach.

Although, Jarrett’s hand had practically come to a stop, AJ kept his hand wrapped around Jarrett until he had pumped out the last bit of semen.

Jarrett looked up at the TV as he finished his orgasm, and couldn’t help but notice the clock underneath.

“Shit,” Jarrett reacted, “I’m going to be late for my study session with Courtney.”

AJ let go of Jarrett, as Jarrett looked over at him, being reminded of AJ’s cock still hard in his hand.

“I can jerk you off first,” Jarrett said.

“It’s okay,” AJ said, “don’t be late because of me. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” Jarrett said, letting go of his cock. For a second, he rethought his choice; did he really want to give up some time with AJ’s dick? Jarrett looked again at the clock, grimaced, and got up.

Jarrett wiped the cum off of him and quickly began getting dressed, as AJ turned off the TV and moved towards his desk with his cock still hanging out.

“Sorry,” Jarrett said, as he grabbed to get his books together.

***

“I’m on time today,” Jarrett said, as he sat down next to Courtney.

“Oh, forget about Monday,” Courtney eased, “do you mind if we talk about calc a little first? It’s moving so much faster than high school.”

Jarrett laughed, “Please!”

Jarrett and Courtney had been working for a while, before they got interrupted.

“Hey.” Jarrett looked up to see AJ and Dom standing before them. AJ and Dom were both sweaty, Dom with a basketball in hand.

“Is this Courtney?” AJ quickly asked, moving in to shake her hand.

“Yeah,” Jarrett stuttered, not caring about introductions.

“Jarrett’s told me all about you,” AJ promised.

“Oh, great,” Courtney said, shyly.

“He says you’re almost as smart as his lap partner.”

Courtney laughed, with Justin’s image entering her mind, “He better have not said that!”

However, Jarrett’s focus was elsewhere.

“Hey,” Dom greeted, “How’s it going?”

“Good,” Jarrett responded. Dom’s shirt stretched to cover all of his muscles. “How are you?”

“Really good,” Dom said, with a smile.

“Well,” Courtney interrupted, placing a hand on Jarrett’s arm, “we should really get back to studying.”

“Too bad,” AJ commented, “I bet the four of us could have some fun.”

For a split second, Jarrett hated Courtney, as AJ and Dom walked away.

“Your roommate’s kind of hot,” Courtney said, as she turned back to her notes.

***

“Justin’s coming over tonight…to study,” Jarrett informed. “And by study, I mean copy my work.”

AJ looked up from his desk, “Are you going to let him?”

“I guess,” Jarrett admitted.

“Then,” AJ said, looking back down to the paper he was working on, “At least get something for it.”

“Money?” Jarrett though out-loud.

“Or sexual favors,” AJ offered.

Jarrett paused, and looked over at his roommate, “What?” He asked with a smile.

AJ looked up, apparently serious. “Hey, if you’re going to help him out, he should help you out.”

“He’s straight,” Jarrett replied.

“So?” AJ questioned, “Just be clear, that if he wants the work, then that’s the deal.”

“Oh yeah, right,” Jarrett argued, “I’m not really the intimating type that can pressure him into it.”

AJ looked up at Jarrett, with a big grin, that Jarrett couldn’t help but become fond of. “But…but…” AJ started, “you’re black.”

Jarrett laughed, “Not all black people are intimidating.”

“Just focus on being assertive, aggressive, and an asshole,” AJ continued.

“I guess I could try it,” Jarrett replied, “It does sound kind of hot.”

AJ smiled, “Speaking of hot…you should do something for me.”

Jarrett looked over at his roommate.

AJ continued, “Do you think you could give me Courtney’s number? Maybe talk me up a little?”

“Sure,” Jarrett agreed, happy to help out his roommate.

***

AJ was gone for a while, off to play basketball with Dom and the others, and then to study. Jarrett let
Justin into the dorm and closed the door behind him. He sagged his baggy blue jeans, and wore an over-sized red shirt.

Justin sat on Jarrett’s bed, as Jarrett sat at his desk.

“Did you finish the activity?” Justin asked, not wasting any time.

“Yeah,” Jarrett responded, “Did you have any questions on it?”

“I got pretty busy,” Justin explained, “how about if I just take a look at yours?”

“You can,” Jarrett offered, he did hate the way that Justin pressured him…it was time for a change. “If you do something for me.”

Justin looked over at Jarrett, taken off guard. “Sure,” Justin said.

“I’m pretty horny,” Jarrett calmly stated, “you can help me with that.”

Justin looked at him and smiled, but as it became clear Jarrett wasn’t joking, the smile faded. “Umm,” Justin said, “I’m not gay.”

“But you want my work,” Jarrett reminded.

“Right,” Justin agreed, obviously feeling pressured.

Jarrett almost gave in, but AJ’s words played through his mind.

“Come over here,” Jarrett requested.

Reluctantly, Justin got up from the bed and moved next to Jarrett’s chair. Jarrett brought up a gay porn video. Justin watched the video and looked down, to see a bulge forming in Jarrett’s shorts.
Jarrett pulled down his shorts, letting his seven inch rocket have some breathing room. Justin looked down at it, he had never seen a black dick in person before, and Jarrett’s was a nicely-sized one at that.

“Well,” Jarrett said, glancing up at Justin.

Justin kneeled down next to Jarrett’s chair and wrapped his thin hand around Jarrett’s rod. Slowly, he began jerking him up and down.

“Yeah,” Jarrett moaned in approval, as he kept his eyes on the porn.

Jarrett’s black ball sack gently bounced off of the seat of the chair, as Justin steadily tugged his cock.
Justin watched as pre-cum leaked out of Jarrett’s plump head.
“Suck it,” Jarrett instructed as he pushed away Justin’s hand.

Without a word, Justin kneeled down on the floor next to Jarrett and bent over the chair, positioning his mouth right above Jarrett’s manhood. Justin then ran his wet lips over Jarrett’s head. Justin moved his mouth up and down Jarrett’s shaft, taking down most of it.

“Oh yeah,” Jarrett moaned, stretching his head back, “Suck it.”

After a few minutes, Jarrett pushed Justin off of his cock, “Off,” he simply warned. Then, Jarrett stood up throwing his shirt off to reveal his toned pecks and abs. Jarrett turned towards Justin and quickly stroked his cock, whose head rested on Justin’s lips.

“Ohhh,” Jarrett moaned, as his abs tightened. Justin moved his head back just moments before Jarrett’s cum started shooting out. Jarrett’s much needed load spilled down Justin’s red shirt.

“Fuck,” Jarrett moaned, “that felt great.”

“Can I see that activity now?” Justin asked, his voice shaking, as Jarrett continued to squeeze the last bit of cum out of his dick.

“Yeah,” Jarrett happily agreed, “It’s all yours.”

After Justin was done, he borrowed one of Jarrett’s shirts and was on his way.

Jarrett sat down at his desk. There was something about aggressiveness that he couldn’t help but find hot.

Jarrett picked up his phone and looked-up Courtney’s number.

To Be Continued...