Some Like It Hot Ch. 02
Dive into Chapter 2 of “Some Like It Hot,” where passion ignites and desires unfold. Join our protagonists as they explore their connection, navigating the heat of attraction and the thrill of intimate encounters. Discover the steamy moments that keep you craving more!
“I’m looking forward to my date with AJ,” Courtney confirmed.
“Good,” Jarrett responded, “You know he’s a really good guy.”
“I’ll be sure to treat him well,” Courtney replied.
“As his roommate,” Jarrett pushed, “I’ve had access to know certain private things.”
“Oh,” Courtney said, looking intently at Jarrett.
“And I have to say,” Jarrett hyped, “he’s pretty impressive…for a white guy.”
Courtney laughed, “I see. Well, I don’t know if I should trust a friend of his. I’ll have to come up with a test for him.”
“A test?” Jarrett questioned.
“Yeah,” Courtney said, as she got up and got her stuff together, “Maybe an oral one.”
***
Jarrett entered the dorm, to find AJ buttoning up a dressier shirt, as he prepared for his date.
“You’re going to get some,” Jarrett said nonchalantly, “you’re welcome.”
“Wait,” AJ said, turning towards Jarrett, “really?”
“Yep,” Jarrett said, laying on his bed and grabbing the TV remote.
AJ stepped in front of him, blocking the TV, “How are you so confident?”
“I am very confident,” Jarrett assured, “Let me put it this way, if she doesn’t blow you tonight, I will.”
AJ laughed, “Nice.”
***
Jarrett was laying on his bed watching TV, wearing just his boxers, as AJ returned.
AJ stripped down naked and sat on his bed, pulling a sheet up to his waist.
“How’d it go?” Jarrett asked, ready for details.
“Could of went better,” AJ returned.
“She gave you head, right?”
“Nope.”
Jarrett looked over, clearly surprised.
“Not really her fault,” AJ explained, “I think I may have killed the mood.”
Jarrett just stared at AJ waiting for him to continue.
“Dinner was great and we went back to her dorm afterwards…her roommate is away for the weekend. I was opening up the door for her, and you know how the front glass doors are kind of heavy and stick sometimes…”
“Yeah,” Jarrett confirmed, having no idea where AJ’s story was going.
“Well,” AJ continued, softly, “I pulled the door open harder than necessary. It probably wouldn’t have mattered if Courtney hadn’t had dropped her keys out from her purse…and had been bending down to pick them up.”
“No way,” Jarrett said, the picture coming together, “You didn’t.”
“Oh, I did,” AJ continued, “it smacked her right in the face.”
“Shit,” Jarrett exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah,” AJ said, “She didn’t lose any teeth or anything…and I stayed until her mouth stopped bleeding.”
Jarrett laughed, probably too loudly.
“Yeah,” AJ added, “Wasn’t really very funny. But she’s okay. It was actually a pretty good date otherwise. We’re going to go out again later this week.”
“Wow,” Jarrett commented, “well, she must like you if she agreed to a second date.”
“I think so,” AJ agreed.
Jarrett walked over to AJ’s bed and sat on the side of it. “But,” he started, “I did make you a promise.”
AJ looked at him inquisitively, as Jarrett pulled down the bed sheet, and wrapped his hand around AJ’s penis. AJ watched as his soldier slowly rose to attention under Jarrett’s care. AJ’s ball sack hung down in between his legs with a few days worth of fluids inside. Then Jarrett bent down, wrapping his mouth around AJ’s thick cock head.
Jarrett’s blowjob promise quickly returned to his mind, as AJ said, “You don’t have to…”
AJ trailed off as Jarrett’s lips rested at the base of his dick.
AJ gasped, and continued, “Actually, a promise is a promise.”
Jarrett smiled as he rode his wet lips up and down AJ’s beast. Jarrett’s tongue massaged AJ’s cock head as his lips pressed firmly along his shaft. AJ moaned louder as Jarrett showed off his deep throating skills.
“Fuck,” AJ moaned, “I’m getting close.”
Jarrett laid down on the bed, “Cum on my stomach.” AJ kneeled on the bed with Jarrett in between his legs, as he jerked his full cock right above Jarrett’s stomach.
With a moan, AJ’s white cum streaked up Jarrett’s black chest, covering his nipple. Then, the rest of his load was dumped on Jarrett’s abs.
“Oh, fuck,” AJ moaned as he finished.
Jarrett looked over the mess, as AJ complimented, “That was great head.”
Jarrett returned to his side of the room, glad the AJ hadn’t commented on the bulge in his shorts.
“Hey,” AJ broke several minutes of silence, “I almost forgot. If I give you his number, can you hit up Dom?”
“Dom?” Jarrett asked. AJ had his full attention.
“Yeah, I guess you’re in his psych class…he wants to study or something.”
Jarrett wasn’t even sure that Dom had noticed him in that class. Jarrett let out a breath. “I guess Dom isn’t too mad about that party…” he thought to himself.
“Yeah, sure,” Jarrett answered, “I’ll text him or something.”
***
Billy was one of the last players to enter the multipurpose athletic building’s locker room, which was his goal. Most of the basketball players had already left.
Billy went to his locker in the shower section of the locker room, and began to undress.
On the other end of the room, AJ and Mich stood next to each other, at the sinks. AJ splashed some water on his face and asked, “You leaving?”
“You go,” Mich replied, “I have to go back and grab my fucking stuff out of my fucking locker.”
“We’ll get them next time,” AJ said, as he grabbed his bag and headed towards the door.
Mich turned the corner to the lockers, to see Billy naked, getting his shower stuff together. Immediately, he could feel himself fuming.
“Nice game,” Mich said, letting the sarcasm hang.
“I said I’m sorry,” Billy answered, quietly.
Mich grabbed his bag from his locker, and looked over at Billy his eyes shifting downward. Billy’s small, limp wang looked intimidated itself.
“It must fucking suck,” Mich started, “to suck at basketball and have a hamster’s cock.
Mich watched as Billy blushed. His blond hair, blue eyes, and tight body, only enraged Mich more.
“Seriously,” Mich continued, “You should see a doctor to at least verify your gender. I bet your mom—”
“Leave him alone,” the voice came from behind. Mich turned to see Dom emerge from the showers, with a large, white towel around his waist.
“Hey, I can’t help it if his dick makes a Q-Tip look impressive.”
Dom stepped over a bench that ran along the lockers, positioning himself in between Mich and Billy. A few last drops of water trickled down Dom’s ripped body, stopping at the towel. Dom’s muscles flexed with his every movement.
“I said,” Dom stated firmly, “leave him alone.”
Mich smiled smugly, “I’m leaving.” He turned and headed for the locker room exit.
Dom opened his locker which was just down a few from Billy’s, as he took off his towel. Then, he looked over to see Billy still staring in his locker, acting like he was getting ready for a shower.
“Just ignore him,” Dom said, putting his towel in his locker.
“He’s right,” Billy said meekly.
“Fuck, no,” Dom disagreed, “you’re still one of our best players, even if today didn’t go well.”
“I didn’t mean about that.”