The alarm breaks the silence, immediately silenced by the young blond hair blue-eyed Adonis sleeping in the bed. Bryce Alexander wakes up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and stretches his 6'3'' frame. It's moving day, when his best friend Davis Caldwell and he finally start their next chapter in life, college. They decided to go to Marquette together and be roommates. Just the thought of rooming with the hunk that is his best friend causes his already hard 11" morning wood harder. "Time to get you taken care of boy," he tells his dick.
After stroking for 10 minutes and squirting a healthy load of warm jizz, Bryce jumps out of bed and gets ready to start his day of travel to Milwaukee. He jumps in the shower and continues to fantasize about his best friend. Bryce is gay and is out to his family and is secretly in love with Davis but is afraid of his rejection because the Caldwell family is notoriously homophobic. His dick begins to get hard, but ignores it. He dresses and goes downstairs for breakfast just as the doorbell rings. He answers it to find the man of his dreams, Davis Caldwell, 6'2", 230 lbs. of pure perfection. His chocolate brown hair is spiked and his piercing green eyes hidden by dark sunglasses.
"Wussup bro, ready to go?" Bryce says.
Giving his dazzling white smile, Davis tells him, "Absolutely, but I'm hungry. Eat yet?"
"Just about to sit down for breakfast, come on let's eat." The forthcoming smile makes Bryce's knees weak and his cock stir. "Down boy" he tells it silently.
Davis' dick is also awakening, but he ignores it. Davis is also gay but is in the closet because his parents and his brother Jason are extreme homophobes. His father even refuses to take on gay clients at his law firm, and Jason has a history of beating up gay kids when he was in high school and boasts about doing it at Michigan where he is a senior studying law. He is afraid Bryce is the same way.
As the two jocks enter the kitchen, the smells of bacon, eggs, sausage and biscuits greet them, making their mouths water. Sitting at the head of the table, in his sharp black business suit and tie reading the day's newspaper, is Michael Alexander, Bryce's father. At 48, he still has the body of an athlete and is the older splitting image of his son. Abigail, Bryce's mother looks as beautiful as ever in her skintight blue dress and matching blazer and her blond hair in a ponytail. She also has an athletic body she has maintained from four kids over the last twenty years. Marc, Bryce's brother and future star quarterback for Bolingbrook High School, sits quietly shoveling food in his mouth. He is the youngest son and is the splitting image of his older brother. "Hey Mom and Dad. Marc."
"Morning sweetie, Davis, Yvonne has breakfast is ready for you two."
Yvonne is the Alexander's Russian housekeeper for the last 20 years. The Russian blond-haired beauty emigrated from the Soviet Union when the Communist Regime began to collapse in 1990 at the age of sixteen. She even taught the family Russian and also began teaching Davis as well. After filling their plates and taking their seats, Michael began speaking. "You boys ready for your trip up to school today."
"Absolutely." They exclaimed in unison, smiling.
"That's good. Be good, study hard, don't party...too hard." They smirked at that.
"Seriously, have a good semester, call us at least once a week or when you need to talk to someone, and have some fun boys."
Bryce exclaims "Yes dad."
"That goes for you too Davis," Michael says smiling, when Davis remained silent.
"Oh and Davis..."
"Call me Michael or Dad, none of that sir shit, understand?"
"Yes sir... I mean Michael."
"Good." Marc and Bryce chuckle at the slip up.
"I'm gonna miss you guys now that your leaving." Marc speaks up for the first time.
"I'm gonna miss you too, bro." Bryce says emotionally.
"Yea little brother, make me proud on the football field." Davis adds.
Both Bryce and Marc beam at the "little brother" comment. "Shit! I gotta go. Love ya guys. Later." Marc says suddenly, looking at the time.
"Marc, language!" Abigail admonishes.
"Sorry Mom, love ya too. Love ya Dad," he says sheepishly.
"See you sweetie, love you too."
"Have a good day squirt" Dad said.
"Bye bro," Bryce and Davis state in unison, chuckling.
Looking at the time Bryce and Davis excuse themselves and hug Michael, Abigail, and Marc before getting the rest of Bryce's things and getting into their cars, heading for the next chapter in their lives.
The trip to Milwaukee for Bolingbrook usually took just over a little over two hours, so Davis and Bryce stopped to get some air and exercise and just walk around Chicago's iconic Navy Pier. Wholly unaware of each other's feelings for the other, that when the other wasn't looking, they would take sneak peeks at the other's tanned gym and football sculpted bodies admiring and wishing they looked like the other.
After spending a few hours on Lake Michigan swimming, goofing off, and throwing the football around. They could normally toss the football all day and not get tired with it, but there was a couple of girls that kept on trying to get their attention, by literally trying to hang all over them. One of them Melissa kept rubbing herself all over Davis' body, making him extremely uncomfortable and wanting to get rid of her.
"Hey sexy, why don't we do something more exciting?"
"Like make out, go to your car and get nasty, how does that sound?"
Perturbed, Davis looks at his best friend and says calmly, "I'm sorry but I'm dating someone. So no thanks."
Bryce looked hurt, but quickly squashed it realizing Davis was trying to get rid of her.
Melissa on the other hand couldn't hide her distaste for this rebuttal continued to flirt with him, "Come on baby, you know you want this," pointing to her big surgically enhanced breasts.
"I can't wait to slide your big cock up my pussy, stud," she said whispering in his ear grabbing his package.
Bryce's eyes bugged out and his mouth dropped at the girl's audacity to do this in public.
"What a slut." He thought to himself. It was Davis' reaction stunned him even more.
"Listen slut! You're not getting anywhere near my cock, so keep your filthy hands off, OK? You're not even my type. You have no class."
Davis then turns to Bryce, who still looked shocked but smiling, said, "Come on, let's eat before I regret saying anything more to this sorry excuse for a woman."
The boys walk off, leaving a stunned and fuming Melissa and other shocked beachgoers in their wake. "I'll get you boy, even if I have to force myself on you," she threatened under her breath before storming off to join her friend.
"Man, that was intense," Bryce says, breaking the tension-filled silence.
"I know. Come on, I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry." Bryce laughs. Davis joins in breaking the tension caused by Melissa.
They began to pull the food Yvonne packed for the both of them and began scarfing it down in comfortable silence.
"Dude, this lunch hits the right spot." Davis claims, wolfing down an Italian pastrami sandwich piled high with layers of cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and thickly-cut pickles.
"Hell yea it does, I'm gonna definitely miss eating Yvonne's meals on a daily basis," Bryce declares, his mouth full of his own Italian Beef and Ham Sub.
After getting their fill they let their stomachs digest, and tried to catch some rays. After about an hour though the ever expanding crowds and unwanted female attention they were still receiving, they picked up their towels and their trash and went to leave.
There was one person that didn't want Davis to leave. Upset by his earlier rejection of her and public humiliation, Melissa follow the boys from a distance. When Davis went to the bathroom to piss and Bryce went to put the stuff in the car, she followed into the men's room, where she confronted Davis at the urinal.
Davis, freaked out by Melissa grabbing his cock, pushed her into the stall partition and screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK??? Didn't you understand me telling you NO? Are you crazy?"
Melissa, angry at this latest rejection, screamed, "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you a faggot or something? What guy could resist this? I'm practically asking you to fuck me and you keep pushing me away. How can you resist this sexy body?"
"Why would you follow me in here? Are you insane?"
"I want to suck that fat cock and get fucked hard right here, right now."
"Listen, I gotta go. I want nothing to do with you. Bryce and I are leaving and heading to Wisconsin for school, so get out of my way."
"Is Bryce your little faggot boyfriend. You rather have his dick up your ass than fuck my tight pussy, you sick little fairy??"
"So what if I am? What's it to you? Besides even if I was straight, I wouldn't even date you. You're a slut, I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. PLEASE!!! With the way you're pushing yourself on me, I wouldn't be surprised if I could drive a semi-truck up your vagina!"
Bryce walked in at the moment of his admission, and stood stunned as Davis spat angrily at the girl. Davis turned to walk out, only to stop dead at the expression on his best friend's face.
"Perfect!!! There goes our friendship, where am I gonna stay now? He's gonna tell my parents. What the hell am I gonna do now?" Davis groveled silently.
"Come on Bryce. Let's get the fuck out of here!!" He said panicky.
"Yea, that's right fags! Get the fuck out of here! Your types make me sick, I hope you die of AIDS, go fuck yourselves!!!" Melissa screamed slapping Davis in the face scratching him.
"Shut the fuck up you pompous little slut, and leave us alone before we call the cops." Bryce screamed back at her.
"Come on Bryce, let's get on the road. You can't fix ignorance. The bitch is not worth it." Davis said venomously.
After an hour of uncomfortable silence on the drive to Milwaukee, Davis finally spoke up dejectedly. "I'll understand if you don't want to room with me. I'll find another place to stay."
"Why would you need to find another place to stay? You don't want to be my roommate anymore?"
"Well yeah, but I didn't think you'd want a faggot living with you?" Davis said scared.
"Don't you EVER call yourself that name again, you understand me?" Bryce said angrily, slamming on the brakes.
"Yes, I understand. It's just that I was scared you would reject me like my family will if I come out, I can't lose you."
"I'm hurt you would think of me being like your dead-beat parents or your asshole brother." Davis looks at Bryce sadly after this admission, feeling ashamed at his doubts of the guy he had fallen in love with. "You're my best friend, I would do anything to protect you and keep you safe. I love ya, bro."
"Sorry I doubted you. I love ya too." Davis said sheepishly.
"Don't be sorry. If I had your family, I'd be terrified of other people's reactions. Not to mention, that crazy bitch's reaction didn't help much. Don't sweat it, you're my bro for life. For richer or for poorer."
After the conversation silence returned to the car for the rest of the trip to Marquette, albeit a comfortable one. When they got to the apartment the exhaustion got to the both of them. They fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.
End of Part 1.