I lean in for a kiss.

"Jesus Christ, I want you to fuck me." I lean in for a kiss, and plant my lips on his mouth. Our tongues dance and minutes - days - years - fuck if I know how much time is passing!

Wait. Did I just say that? What the fuck am I doing? I lean awake from him, trying to puzzle out what I'm doing. Believe it or not, I don't usually just make out with random strangers within seconds of meeting them.

Is my hand grabbing his bulge? I pull away. Looking at him with some confusion, I realize that he's smirking.

"It's cool, Ivan. We... I mean, I... I tend to have this effect on people." His voice is deep, and calm, and reassuring.

He's like sex made into a human being, all muscle and sinew, and bulging hot - Fuck! Ivan, get it together, man!

We chat for a while. The whole time we talk I'm fucking him with my eyes, and he occasionally teases me by bouncing a pec or licking his lips. What I manage to gather from the conversation is that Trey is traveling through the state and stopped by the university to see some old friends. I think he's in his early thirties, he must've graduated a while back. Trey and Randy have a mutual friend or something, who brought him along to the party, but all being here is doing for him is making him feel old.

"Yeah, I mean, I get it." I'm trying to signal that I get that - that I'm not too young for him - that I really, really want this guy to fuck me silly... Wow, I'm really wandering down a rabbit trail, huh? "I'll graduate in a few months and I'm already feeling too mature for this place."

Maybe I can convince him to leave with me? It's worth a shot, right? "Actually Trey, I was just thinking of leaving. You wouldn't want to come along, would you?"

"Oh, we'll come alright." He flinches just slightly when he realizes he spoke in the plural again.

Odd.