Chapter 28: Hank
I started my second year of school in August. I was getting A's in my academic classes,
plus I was doing even better in my police academy classes. The academy classes were
more interesting this year, especially law and crime scene investigation.
I ended up being paired with this dude named Paul in my Advanced First Aid course.
He was a young guy, 19 years old, and very high strung, always talking and going
a mile a minute. I wasn't sure if I wanted to kill him or fuck him. He was pretty
cute. He was a little dude with dark blond hair, cut very short. He clearly worked
out regularly, so he had a nice tight body. He had a beard, which he kept shaped
and trimmed close.
One Friday in the middle of November, Paul told me some of the guys in the law enforcement
program were going out to a bar to unwind. It wasn't far from my apartment, so I
met them there and hung out and had a few beers. When I started winding down, I
told the guys I'd see them later and headed out for home.
I heard someone running behind me and I turned back to see Paul hurrying to catch
"Hey, where're you going?" he asked.
"It's getting late. I'm headed home."
"Aw, come on, it's still early!"
"I don't normally stay up this late. And I'm usually up pretty early."
"It's Friday night. Make an exception."
"I was up at 6:00 AM this morning. I'm beat."
I continued walking and Paul walked with me.
"Do you want some company?" he asked.
"Nah, I'm good."
"Aw, come on, man," Paul said. "I've been flirting with you for weeks. I've seen
you looking at me. I know you wanna hit this."
"You're a cocky little fucker, aren't you?"
He gave me a sly grin. Against my better judgment, I let Paul come home with me.
As soon as we were in the door, he pulled me down to his mouth and was kissing me.
It felt strange kissing someone with a beard. But it had been a while since I got
laid and my resistance was low.
"Fuck, you're hot. Where's the bedroom?" he asked.
He followed me to the bedroom. He immediately dropped to his knees and undid my
pants and pulled them down. He took my big uncut dick right into his mouth and began
"Oh, shit, that's good," I moaned.
"Mmm. I just knew you had a big dick," he whispered as he licked up and down my
Paul used his hand and mouth on my cock. When he didn't move like I wanted, I gripped
his head in my hands and pumped into his mouth. He moaned and went wild. He sucked
and slurped and I grunted and blew my load into his mouth.
He looked up at me and made it clear he was swallowing my come.
He stood up and stripped his clothes off and crawled onto my bed. He had a nice
body. He had a patch of hair on his chest and it trailed down to his belly where
it flared out a little before trailing down to his pubes. I realized then that I
wasn't really into hairy guys, but hey, I was horny and he was willing.
"You got lube and condoms?" he asked.
"Shit, Paul, you don't waste any time."
"I've been hot for you for months. And I need to get fucked. Now."
I got the lube and a condom from the nightstand drawer. Paul rolled over and got
on his hands and knees. I knelt behind him and lubed his ass up and began stretching
him with my fingers. He took two fingers with ease. He groaned and pushed back against
I pushed in a third and pumped my hand back and forth. I twisted it around and wiggled
and got him good and stretched.
"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Put it in me, dude. Now, man. Give it to me."
I rolled the condom onto my hard dick and slicked it up with lube. I got into position
behind him. I put one hand on the small of his back and I slowly pushed the head
of my cock into him. He let out a gasp and a moan and then pushed back until I was
all the way inside him. Dude was definitely no virgin.
"Yeah, that's it. Fuck me, man! Fuck me hard."
I grabbed his hips and started moving, slowly at first. He kept begging for it harder,
so I dug my fingers into his skin and fucked him hard and fast. As I got close to
blowing my load, I gave him a hard smack on his ass.
"Fuck yeah!" I shouted.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, you're good," he moaned.
He grabbed his dick with his right hand and it flew back and forth as he tried to
bring himself off.
"I'm gonna shoot!" I shouted. "Here it comes!"
I pushed into him and exploded into the end of the condom. Paul groaned and sprayed
his load onto my sheets.
I shuddered and held still while trying to catch my breath. Paul slumped forward
and his head fell into the bed.
"Oh god," he groaned.
I pulled back and ripped the condom off and tied it off and then tossed it into
the trash and we collapsed onto the bed. He rolled away from me towards the edge
of the bed, clearly not wanting to cuddle, not that I had any desire to cuddle with
him. He was just a fuck to me. He fell asleep instantly and I was right behind him.
After that, we started fucking regularly. We went to dinner sometimes, hung out
at the bar, watched sports, but mostly we just fucked.
The one thing we didn't do was talk. We just didn't have anything in common. He
was a good lay, but the relationship was pretty empty. If you could even call it
One evening, I was sitting on the couch unwinding with a beer watching the game.
Paul stopped by after class and brought dinner with him, subs from the local sub
shop. We sat back on the couch and ate while watching TV.
After we finished eating, I got up and tossed the trash. Paul stood up and stretched.
"I'm gonna take a shower, okay?" he said.
"Yeah. Sure," I grunted.
A while later he came in wearing a pair of my boxer shorts and one of my Semper
"Who's this?" he asked.
He held up a picture of Tim. It was one of my favorites. He was sitting on top of
the picnic table in my parents' back yard, wearing my gray varsity football t-shirt
and a pair of cargo shorts. He was barefoot and his cute little feet dangled over
the edge of the table as he gripped the edges with his hands. He was smiling at
the camera. It was a seductive little smile. Probably because he knew he was about
to get fucked.
After I took that picture, I took him up to my bedroom. We went into the bathroom
and I locked the door. He grabbed at me around the neck and pulled me down and we
started kissing and making out. I turned him around and bent him over the sink and
I fucked the hell out of his ass. I fucked him so good, he shot his load all over
the front of the vanity.
I looked back up at Paul and he was still holding the picture up expectantly.
"He's a friend of mine," I said. "Where'd you get that?"
I stood up and snatched it out of his hand.
"I was in your closet looking for something to wear and it was in a box on the floor."
"What are you doing going through my shit?"
"I was just curious. I thought it was porn. You got a lot of pictures of this 'friend'."
"Just stay out of my stuff, all right?"
I walked back into my bedroom and put the picture back into the shoebox with the
other pictures. I straightened up the box and closed the top.
"So, who is he?" Paul asked.
He was leaning against the door frame of the closet, waiting for an answer.
"He looks young."
"We were in high school."
He looked at me like he was waiting for more information, but I didn't volunteer
it. He tilted his head to the side slightly and stared at me.
"You were in love with him," Paul said, more as a statement then a question.
I wasn't about to spill my guts to Paul about Tim. I grabbed him and pushed him
to my bed.
"Ooh. Someone's horny," he said with a chuckle. "Thinking about your ex get you
hot and bothered?"
"Less talking and more fucking," I growled.
By the time the semester was over, Paul and I were fighting a lot about stupid shit.
I was getting sick of him. The problem was that I think he liked me more than I
liked him. He was wanting to get more serious and I just wasn't looking for that.
I needed the winter break and breathed a sigh of relief when I got in my truck and
headed home for Christmas.