Read Online Off Campus by Amy Jo Cousins - Free Book Online Page A

dragged his hand up and down his own dick, imagining how different it would feel to have another man’s hand on him instead of his own.
    You don’t have to imagine it. Just remember.
    Because he did remember. He remembered the boy at boarding school who’d followed him into the showers late one night after casting looks up through his eyelashes from across the dining room table for weeks. And don’t think Tom hadn’t been aware of what was going to happen when he announced to the group of boys in his room at midnight that he was kicking them out because he needed to shower the stink of practice off himself before bed.
    That boy, the one who hung out with his crowd, an automatic ticket to join bought by his father’s billions that commanded respect even if the boy hardly opened his mouth, didn’t try to one up the other boys with their increasingly wild and no doubt mostly invented stories of their sexual escapades. That boy followed him a minute later into the bathroom and didn’t say a word when Tom eyed him in the mirror as he hung his towel outside the shower stall and stepped naked inside, somehow managing not to close the off-white plastic curtain all the way.
    That boy slipped in through the open curtain a moment later as Tom tilted his head back under the warm spray, eyes locked on the gap in the curtain. They didn’t speak, only watched each other, the boy’s nakedness a slim white flame collecting a wet shine as the spray bounced off the shower walls, off Tom, and slowly gathered in drips on his skin. Tom was hard, had been hard since he’d decided back in his room to clear the way for this very moment to happen, by announcing himself casually to a room full of boys that included the one boy who always watched him, eyes drifting over him but never a word said out loud. He dropped a hand to his dick and stroked himself almost roughly, feeling the muscles in his legs, in his ass, twitch with the sudden surge of pleasure as the boy’s eyes dropped to his hand. His cock.
    As if that were the signal, the green light, the kid dropped to his knees in front of Tom, floppy blond hair immediately darkening with wet as the shower splashed against him where he knelt, one hand braced lightly against Tom’s thigh, the other sliding under Tom’s hand on an upstroke to take over the pulling stroke on his cock, so hard now he felt like he’d burst right through his own skin. Tom braced himself, suddenly unsure of his legs, one hand on each shower wall at his sides, and hung his head forward, eyes closed to focus on the soft small hand stroking him. The movements were more tentative than his own hand would be, which somehow made him burn with the hotness, the strangeness of having this boy’s hand on him. This boy who was pulling him forward to his mouth.
    â€œAhh! Okay. I don’t care. Stay here.”
    Tom’s mind snapped back to the present with a crack that had to have been damn near audible. He opened his eyes and saw a different boy, mouth hanging open as he panted, Reese’s hand deep in his pants and pumping him hard. The boy’s back arched away from the closet door suddenly.
    â€œStop,” he hissed, eyes screwed shut tight. “I’m gonna come in my fucking pants. Stop. We can stay. Just fucking wait. You said you’d suck me off.”
    Reese froze, one hand still high, pinning the boy’s wrists, his head tucked in the curve of the boy’s neck. After a moment, he pulled himself away with a sudden step back and jerked his head toward his bed. His face was blank, his voice low.
    â€œGet on the bed.”
    The kid stripped his pants off as Reese shut the door, cutting the light from dim to near darkness. Tom closed his eyes, knowing they’d adjust quickly to the thin light that spilled in the window from the street. The sounds of one boy getting naked—he realized suddenly that Reese was always dressed, or at least