Chapter 59
Somehow, Bernard still had a hard-on. He shook his head. “That was the most amazing ass I’ve ever had. I’ve never had such a good fuck.” He retrieved his wallet and put a hundred dollar bill on Danny’s nightstand.
I handed it back. “He’s not like that,” I said.
“You mean,” Bernard exclaimed, “I got thatfor free?” I nodded. “Damn!” he yelled, grabbing Danny by the hole again with one hand and his hard-on with the other.
“No fucking way,” I said. I no longer cared if Danny wasn’t saying no. I made Bernard get dressed, then pushed him out of Danny’s apartment and slammed the door in his face. I stayed a while longer and held Danny, massaging his hole with a warm washcloth while he whimpered from his soreness.
The next night I was back at the bar with Howard. I asked him just how many of his friends he’d told about Danny and his fantasies.
“Well, let’s see. There’s you, there’s Fred and this guy, Bernard. Do you know him?”
“Not very well until yesterday,” I said. “Why are you sharing your boyfriend with him?”
“I owed Bernard a big favor. And Danny’s not my boyfriend. I met him online. He was dating a professor at Zayre who left for another school, so he hoped to meet another older guy. We just had one date and I tested him. I said, 'Before I date you I want to try out your ass first to see if you’re worth dating,’ and he gave it up to me right then and there. I don’t date guys who are that easy no matter how gorgeous they are,” Howard said.
My dick stirred. “So you tricked him into giving up his ass and then told him you wouldn’t date him?”
Howard stretched and scratched his chin absently. “Yeah, but I made sure he knew I’d be back to plow him any time I wanted,” he said.
I knew we all had wanted to treat a Zayre boy just that way, but I gave Howard a disapproving look.
Howard shrugged. “I know that sounds rude, but it turned him on. He wants to be used for his ass. These fantasies started forming in his head while we talked. You wouldn’t have met him if I hadn’t done that. Did you fuck him today?”
“No, Howard, he had too much yesterday.”
“Well, I got him today, man. He was walking out the door to go to class, and I made him turn around. I was all up inside him for a long while. Just as I was leaving, Bernard walked in.” Shit, I thought. Bernard got him again. I pictured Danny’s poor little hole getting pummeled again. It made me hard, but furious.
“Howard, don’t tell another soul about Danny. Danny doesn’t say no, and Bernard is taking way too much advantage.”
“Nah, I’m going to tell Karl. He’s been depressed about those idiot students wrecking his truck. He deserves to get some college ass.”
My worry for Danny grew. “Don’t you fucking dare, Howard. Look, if you don’t want him to be your bottom, fine. I know he wants to be a slut, but he’s too sweet for his own good.”
Howard shook his head. “Sorry, bud, but it’s because he’s that sweet his ass needs to belong to everyone.”
That bothered me. “Don’t you think he needs protection? If you want to keep enjoying his hole, then maybe don’t advertise it.”
“All right. All right. I won’t tell anyone else. Geez. But I can’t promise about Fred or Bernard.”
“I bet I know where to find them.”
I high-tailed it over to Danny’s apartment, but instead of finding Fred or Bernard in his ass, there was Karl having his way with Danny. Karl, a lanky African-American, was older than the rest of us by about ten years, probably almost sixty. He was a maintenance man on campus and had to put up with Zayre attitude his whole life. And he’d recently been run off the road by hot-rodding Zayre boys in an expensive sports car. They were obnoxious to all of us townies, but I could tell he relished getting revenge on some tight Zayre ass even more than the rest of us. He turned around when I came in, nodded hello, and went back to fucking Danny.
“Looks like you got even more work to do, Zayre Boy,” he said to Danny, grinning. Karl was too tall for the bed. He’d lifted Danny’s ass and back off the sheets to meet the thrusts of his dick. Only Danny’s shoulders and head were supported by the mattress. I was impressed with how strong Karl was for his age, but that couldn’t have been good for Danny’s neck. He wasn’t struggling against Karl’s thick rod though. He just offered himself up and whimpered.