Gays of Our Lives: Book 3 (Chapter 51-75)

****Opening Title**************************************************

*hot guy fades into light,

First his sculpted torso and chiseled abs, followed by his pecs, followed by his bulging biceps then finally his gorgeous face, a face created by Angels comes into view.

"Like the hot guy of our dreams so our the Gays of Our Lives"

Hot guy flexes his muscles

*Title sequence fades out

****Scene 1: Mike’s POV **********************

Room 303, Arlington Residence Hall, Harmony University,

“Oh SHIT!” Eric yelled, as he grabbed his dick pulling it out of my ass.

“Aurghh,” I moaned as I felt Eric pull his dick out, leaving my ass empty and wanting him back inside of me. I really wish I didn’t moan with James right there in the room because that didn’t help the current situation.

“Oh god,” I cried, as I rolled over my bed. Reaching around the side of the bed I grabbed a pair of discarded underwear. They weren’t even mine, they were Eric’s, but I didn’t care I had to cover my nakedness.

“Hey James. I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until after eight o’clock.” I laughed uneasily. I was looking at James and he was looking at me but he was completely silent. He was just staring at me with those dark brown eyes of his….. Just staring at me.

“Babe I’m going to go get a soda.” Eric said, finally breaking the awkward silence. “I think you two need to have a little talk.”

James waited until Eric had shut the door and left the room to start speaking. It soon became apparent why he waited until Eric left the room to talk to me.

“I thought you said you were married?” James asked, looking at me with a very confused look on his face.

“I-I am married,” I laughed a little flashing him my wedding ring.

“But won’t your wife be upset about you screwing some random guy?” James replied.

“Whoever said I was married to a girl?” I laughed. “Dude I’m sorry you had to find out like this but I’m gay. And I do mean gay…..”

“How gay?”

“Hella gay,” I laughed.

“And that guy? That guy who was just in here? In your bed? James added. “He’s your husband?”

“Yes he is.” I smiled.

“Why?”

“Why?” I repeated. “Why, well it might have something to do with the fact that I love him. Of maybe it’s because he’s the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.”

“That’s not what I mean,” James sighed. “I mean why you are with him? Don’t you know they don’t like us?”

“What do you mean they don’t like us?”

“I mean they don’t like us…….And by they I mean white guys…..gay white guys don’t normally go for us black guys. Unless they look like you, fine features, light eyes. They like to say they went black without going all the way black. And a guy that looks like you is just perfect.”

“Dude I don’t know what you are trying to get at.” I chuckled to myself. “But I’m pretty sure Eric doesn’t just like me….He loves me and I love him.”

“Yeah I’m sure he says that.” James replied. “That’s what they all say white guys like that only go for other white guys. If he’s with you it’s because he’s trying to fulfill some type of fantasy or to quince his fetishizing of black guys with big dicks. Which of those are you to him?”

“I think it’s safe to say neither.” I laughed loudly in an effort to hide my annoyance with my new roommate. “Eric and I don’t see color. I love him because of his……not because he’s white. And he loves me for me…..not because I’m black. Honestly I don’t even think the fact that we are a different race has ever had any bearing on our relationship.”

“Oh so your one of those guys that claim to not see color?” James snickered. “Dude everybody sees color….you see it every damn day! Let me guess you’ve never been with a black guy before either. All you know is whitey? You ought to be ashamed of yourself abandoning your own race to be with someone who doesn’t give a damn about your people….your real people.”

“Dude before I was with Eric I was a virgin I never had the chance to be with anyone else.” I added. I was trying very hard not to lose my cool. Where did this guy get off telling me these hurtful things? He didn’t know anything about my life and he certainly didn’t know who I was attracted to. Which practically any good-looking guy with good personality and a nice body regardless of their race.

He was right I had never been with a black guy…. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want to, it was because I never had the opportunity. All of my friends were white……I lost my virginity to a white guy, and I was married to the very same guy.

“Yes great excuse,” James replied, practically laughing in my face. “That’s a very good excuse to hide the fact that you are betraying your race by being with that guy. What does he know about being black?”

“I’ll tell you, nothing…….absolutely nothing.” James added. “Let me guess you’re one of those guys who think that if they snag themselves I hot white guy that means they are better than the rest of us. Dude I’m going to let you in on a little secret that doesn’t make you better than anybody. That makes you a sellout.”

“You betrayed your race to be with a man who’s going to leave you the moment the next piece of hot white ass comes along. You’re nothing more than a fantasy for him, someone he can safely fulfill his desires without jumping all the way in the pool.”

“Dude that’s not how Eric is at all!” I yelled back. “Eric wouldn’t do that. Eric loves me and I love him. You need to shut the hell up because you don’t know anything about our relationship.”

“I don’t have to I’ve seen it before.” James sighed. “I just don’t understand why I sexy black guy like you would be with WHITEY when there’s so many attractive black guys you could be with.”

“Wait are you gay?” I asked.

“Yeah I’m gay and I still don’t understand why you are with this guy.” James added.

“Dude you’re not getting it…. I don’t care what race they are!” I cried “They could be the hottest guy on the planet but if they aren’t Eric I wouldn’t look in their direction.”

“Dude why are you yelling at me?” James asked, a confused expression playing across his face. “Can’t you see this guy is just trying to live out some fantasy with you? All we are to them is a fetish, half of them won’t even touch us while the other half want us to pound their ass with our big black dicks just like in those Mandingo films and then they want to run back to their happy white lives.”

“Stop! Stop it!” I yelled. James was really starting to piss me off. Clearly he didn’t know my husband because if all he wanted me for was so that I could fuck his ass tell me why my ass is always that one that’s so sore? My point exactly.

“James stop it!” I yelled, as my roommate continued to condemn, insult, and disregard my relationship with Eric. I guess he heard me yelling because he practically busted the door off the hinges as he rushed into the room and to my defense.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Eric yelled.

“Nothing babe,” I lied, in an effort to contain the situation and to calm my husband before he did something he would regret. Especially if that regrettable thing was going to be done to the person with whom I shared a room. “Eric everything is fine.”

“Baby I heard you guys all the way down the hall.” Eric laughed uneasily. “I know everything is not fine….That’s why I came back here because I heard the commotion. Something’s going on. Baby tell me.”

“Eric let it go.” I pleaded. “Please.”

“Oh I was just telling him about how he’s a disgrace for being with you. A traitor to his race for sleeping with a white guy. A white guy who is just using him to fulfill a fetish and a sick fantasy.” James replied smugly.

“YOU DID WHAT!?!?!” Eric bellowed, causing the room to shake. His eyes were fixated on this guy and he looked like he was about to explode. I never seen him so mad before in all the years that I had known him.

“I told him that he ought to be ashamed of himself……for being with you and for betraying his race for the likes of………” James replied. Before he could finish his sentence Eric had punched him square in the face sending him flying across the room.

The sound that Eric’s fist made when it met with James face ushered me that the punch hurt for both of them. But I was more concerned for my husband. Can you blame me?

“You’ll pay for this!” James yelled as he massaged his bruised jaw. Damn that had to have hurt.

“Well what are you going to do about it?!” Eric yelled as he balled his fist and started puffing his chest out. Oh Jesus I thought I was over guys fighting over me.

“Eric lets go,” I yelled.

Once we were outside of my dorm I was finally able to breathe again. “Eric I think you should go home. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Baby I’m not going anywhere unless you come with me.” Eric smiled, his anger melting away as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. “I don’t want you sleeping in the same room as that racist fucker.”

“Who the hell is he to question the reality of our relationship? Our love?” Eric yelled. “If you ask me that guy is just as bad as the white guys who’s got him so butt hurt.” Pun intended.

“Eric you have to try to look at it from his prospective. Before we got together I used Grindr and that other app Adam4Adam…All the guys on there were interested in nothing but sex and I felt like a piece of meat.”

“Oh are you telling me that some other guy could have taken your virginity instead of me,” Eric laughed trying to forget about what had just happened to us.

“Not likely it never got to that point,” I laughed back.

“I’m kind of glad those guys on Grindr didn’t get you into bed because it feel so fucking good to know that this sweet ass of yours is all mine.” Eric chuckled as he gripped hold of my ass.

“Besides that many of the guys on there were not the nicest guys in the world. Some of them down right awful. Not to mention all those damn profiles that so nofems, nofats, noblacks, and noasians. I found that whole situation utterly disgusting. That might have something do with his present attitude towards guys like you.”

“You mean white guys?” Eric retorted. “Baby I don’t care about what’s going on with that guy. All I care about is you and he upset you. And that upsets me.”

****Scene 2: Eric’s POV **********************

710 Leighton Residence Hall, Harmony University,

Before we left Michael went back into his dorm to get some clothes and his books for tomorrow. I stayed by the door, because if that guy even breathed one word I would have been all over his ass and not in the good way. After Mike had finished getting his stuff for the night, we went back to my dorm room and we started to talk…..mostly about Michael’s roommate’s reaction to discovering us having sex.

After a while one thing led to another and we were doing what came natural to us……..making love. Michael and I were lying in my bed with my cock buried in his ass. At first we had simply been napping and cuddling in our underwear holding each other in a warm embrace. I was the big spoon and he was little spoon. When my husband’s wearing those tight little Calvin Klein’s that shape is sweet ass so well I tend to notice and my dick notices too. After several minutes of us laying there in my bed with my cock poking him in the back he let me rip those underwear off him, which I did with pleasure.

I reached around his back and pulled open the drawer that I kept a handy dandy bottle of lube which I squeezed on to my cock. I stuck a slick finger up Mike’s ass and worked it around making sure to stimulate his prostate with my finger. After that I stuck another finger and another finger loosening him up for a few sweet moments.

Once I had lubed my cock and his ass up very well until they were both nice and slick I positioned my dick to my husband’s enticing hole and I went in. Gripping a hold of Michael’s shoulders and taking careful aim I slowly pushed my thick cock into my husband’s ass.

When I pushed my cock into Mike’s ass tunnels and felt the cockhead pop into his waiting ass I let out a groan and so did my husband. “Oh, shit,” Mike groaned. His moan was more of a whimper then anything. When Mike moans it is the hottest thing ever. It was like sweet music to me ears.

“Babe are you alright,” I paused mid thrust.

“Never better,” he grunted into the pillow.

After that we started fucking. It was a nice slow fuck….the love making kind. The kind of nice and steady love making that two people have when they know they’ve got all the time in the world or in our case all night long.

“Ohhhhh Eric, ohhhhhh Eric,”

“Ohhhh fuck!”

“Ohhhh fuck!”

“Ohhhh fuck! Ohhhh fuck! Ohhhhhhh fuck!” he groaned every time I pulled my cock out of his ass only to reinsert it once again.

“Damn your dick feels so fuckkkinggg big,” he moaned.

“Baby I love your ass and my dick does too,” I grunted

So we just laid there making love. I fucked him for what felt like forever. I flipped him into one position only to toss him over into another position for a few minutes. Until I was bored and wanted to fuck him from a different angle. The whole time I whispered sweet nothings into his ears, telling him just how much I loved him.

As I fucked my husband I went nice and slow, gradually pushing my dick deeper and deeper into his wondrous ass. When I had buried all ten inches of my ten inch meat stick Mike let out a low almost animalistic sound that turned me on.

“Ohhhhhhh, oh.”

“Baby how does it feel?” I asked, as I lightly covered his neck with warm wet kisses.

“It feels, it feels greeaaaat.” He moaned loudly.

He cried softly on and on, which eventually turned to soft whimpering.

After we had made love for several hours I started to heat up in the downstairs area (mainly my balls) so I picked up the speed and really started to pound his tight hole. Grabbing hold of his hair I slammed my cock into his ass.”

“Damn,”

“Oh fuck!!!”

“Oh Fuck! OH FUCCK! OHHHH FUCK!!!” I cried every time I slammed into his waiting ass.

After a few more thrusts I felt myself reaching the edge. I couldn’t even control myself as I started to slam into his ass again and again, harder and harder.

“Ohhhh shhhiiitttt!!!! Oh Michael!” I cried as my cock exploded inside of Mike’s warm ass. “Ohhhhhhh FUCCCK!!!” MY cock fired round after round of sticky cum into my husband’s ass as I continued to pound his ass. The feelings his ass muscles were giving me felt amazing, his ass felt amazing, and cumming inside of him felt absolutely spectacular. It was heaven for me.

He was moaning so loudly that I was certain that he would be sore in the morning. As gentle as possible I pulled my softening cock from Mike’s ass and started to kiss him, first on the neck, then the cheek before finally moving to his delicious lips.

I can’t even begin to describe how wonderful it felt to kiss him. But if I could describe it I would say that It was the kind of kiss that was so warm, so good that you never ever want to come up for air. It was heaven…..

****Scene 3: Kayla’s POV **********************

115 Sorority Court, Zeta Phi Mu House, Harmony University,

I was sleeping so well, that was until Haley and Charlotte woke me up. I was dreaming about an amusement park I had visited when I was a little girl. I didn’t have any classes this morning and neither did they so I was a bit confused as to why they were disturbing my wonderful sleep.

“What is it?” I asked groggily, still in a slight sleep state and trying my hardest to keep my eyes open.

“We’ve got to go…” Haley giggled. “We all have got a big day ahead of us.” She wasn’t exaggerating we really did have a big day ahead of us…emphasis on ‘big’. “Today is the start of the rest of our lives.”

“Go where?” I asked, slightly annoyed that I had been awoken so that my ‘friends’ could riddle me. I was still half asleep at that point. “Where are we going? Wed don’t have class until later.”

“Yeah I know that.” Haley responded. “But today is the first day of rush. And the Zeta’s are having their first rush event this morning and we have to get over there now.”

“Ok,” I grumbled. “When is it?”

“It’s at ten o’clock.” Haley smiled.

“Ok well why did you wake me up now?” I cried. “It’s only 7:00 a.m., I could have slept for an extra hour or two.”

“Yeah, she’s trying to make a good impression on the Zetas to make up for what happened the other night at their party.” Charlotte laughed. “Turns out the girlfriend of that guy Haley was kissing is the chapter’s president.”

“Yeah and if we get there on time……they will see that we are committed to being real Zeta Phi Mu ladies and not just in it for the free beer.”

“But aren’t you in it for that very reason?” I laughed.

“Yeah but they don’t need to know that.” Haley giggled.

“Well I’m going to go shower and then I’ll get dressed.” I replied. “Then I’ll be ready to leave with you guys.”

Several minutes later Haley, Charlotte and I were just walking up to the Zeta Phi Mu House. We noticed that there were other girls walking in that same direction so we started to introduce ourselves to some of the girls. Most of them were freshmen while a few were upperclassmen, but they were all rushing this sorority

One of the girls Katie Abney with brown hair and brown eyes was the first girl that we met. She was a freshman with eyes so wide that you could literally see the innocence in her eyes. She was also the kindest and most down to earth girl that we met. She was a bit on the chubby side but she had every bit the sass. She was a total drama queen but she was a sweetheart too.

The next girl we met was a sophomore Christina Greene, a self-proclaimed feminist with a very, and I do mean very annoying voice. I mean the kind of voice that makes you want to shut off all hearing in your ears. She wasn’t just a feminist she was a vegetarian too. And I’m pretty sure she had something against men, all men whether they were against her views or not. To be completely honest with you I think she just needs to get laid and then she would be a little calmer and a little less insane.

After Christina we met another girl named Hannah Fitzgerald who like us was an incoming freshman. Hannah had long blonde hair, green eyes, and was freakishly tall. I mean I am a little on the tall side but this girl Hannah has me beat by several inches. Her height wasn’t the only thing about her, this girl had a naturally loud voice and when she spoke to us it always seemed like she was about to ask a question but she never did. And to make matters worse she drew out her words like she trying to pronounce some foreign language.

The next girl Grace Baker was a total bitch, even more so then the sorority’s president who we were to later meet. She had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes. She a little fat in the face and she never let the conversation stray too far away from herself. She told us all about herself and about how she used to be a pageant queen and about how she was on her high school’s dance team. This girl was also not attractive enough to be as a much of a bitch that she was. I mean the older girls were kind of bitchy especially the president Brandi but they had every right to be. They were gorgeous and that’s coming from a straight girl.

The final girl that we met that was rushing Zeta Phi Mu was a sophomore named Taylor Evans. She had long black hair that fell down her back, green eyes nearly covered by the thick black eyeliner she wore. She was one of those artistic hipster types of girls that you would never believe would want to join such a preppy sorority as Zeta Phi Mu.

After a few minutes of getting to know these girls that we would be rushing with the president and her cronies opened the door and we stumbled into the old brick house one after the other.

****Scene 4: Haley’s POV **********************

115 Sorority Court, Zeta Phi Mu House, Harmony University,

Once we were all comfortably inside the sorority’s President Brandi Harrington began talking to us, introducing herself. She was the very same girl who had caught me kissing her boyfriend at that party a few days ago. She has light green eyes and long blond hair like Kayla except while Kayla’s hair is more of honey blonde type this girl’s hair was several shades lighter almost ash blonde. She was just as beautiful as she was a bitch……. And she was a total and absolute bitch. A beautiful bitch that could make a grown man cry even if he sworn it off since elementary school. We later learned that she dotted her ‘I’s with hearts, some say it was just a hold habit while others said it symbolized all the hearts she had broken; likely on purpose. We also later learned that while this girl was beautiful with a very kind face she was basically heartless when it came to other people’s feelings. Because even though she might look like a an angel she’s got a few secrets and I’m pretty sure she’s the kind of girl that will smile in your face while she’s stabbing you in the back.

After that we were introduced to Brandi’s sidekicks or cronies as we began to get to know them all. The first one we were introduced to was, Stephanie Montgomery, a busty blonde blue-eyed beauty who we later learned was the sorority’s resident slut. It could be said that Steffy as she liked to be called was hotter than Brandi but this was only by slut factor which Steffy had Brandi beat by ten-fold. She was the kind of girl that was pretty all of her life and when she became a teen she became a pretty slut and I don’t think any of the guys were too upset about that. One girl told me that she had slept with nearly every guy in all the top-tier fraternities even some of the guys on the down-low. I don’t know how factual that information was however.

The next girl that we were introduced to was Madison Prescott, a very attractive brunette who was unapologetically basic. That means that the local Starbucks knows to expect her every morning, and to have her Pumpkin Spice latte ready. That also means that she’s never without the usual basic girl’s clothes including the ever present scarves. Once she added us on snapchat we learned that her entire day was on her story.

After Madison we were introduced to Allison Jones, a beautiful African-American girl with light-brown eyes, and long black hair that fell down to her back. She’s your typical Type A personality, out-going, well-organized. The kind of girl that will make you feel bad about yourself in just about every single way. Brandi might be the leader of this group of girls but Allison was arguably the brains.

We later learned that Allison had a matching headband for every outfit that she owned. I heard that her father was a very renowned Judge so I’m sure she had a ton of headbands for all of her outfits.

The final girl that we met was Heather Matthews, the stereotypical goody-good girl. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. She was the kind of girl that would most likely survive a slasher film because of that whole Virgin survives to the end thing. She’s so kind and nice that everyone loves her and it is because of that very same reason that people hate her. It’s because she’s too cute, too kind, and too nice for her own damn good.

“Ladies I know you all want to be Zeta’s and I want you all to succeed in that endeavour but first I need to know if you all have what it takes to be a Zeta so I’m going to give you as little test. A scavenger hunt of sorts.” Brandi smiled.

“What kind of test?” Kayla asked.

“Steffy tell these ladies about the wonderful season that as only recently started.” Brandi smiled slyly.

“As you girls must know Fall started just a few weeks ago and just as the first leaves began to change colour and fall from the tree all the hot guys began to discard their basketball shorts for comfy sweatpants. The kind that brings out those delicious mouth-watering dick prints that make even the most upright saintly girls lose their shit.

“Ok guy’s dick prints what does that have to do with proving that we have what it takes to get into this sorority?” Taylor asked, a confused look across her face. “I thought this supposed to be a scavenger hunt.”

“Well stop asking so many questions Miss Wallflower I’ll be able to tell you what it has to do with it.” Steffy giggled. “For all of you clueless to what guys in sweatpants season is it’s the most wonderful time of the year literally. It’s when the dick-print game is all the rage. There’s long ones, thick ones, fat ones, small ones, all kinds. And that’s when the sweats are still on, but once they come off it’s a whole nether story. There’s black ones, red ones, pinks, and brown ones.”

“Guys in sweatpants season is that even a thing?” I chuckled.

“Of course it’s a thing,” Brandi interjected. “And to honour such a great holiday you ladies are going to spend the day getting candid shots of dick prints in snug preferably grey sweatpants.”

“Is that all we have to do?” I laughed. “Well that’s a piece of cake.”

“Hold on that’s not all that you have to do,” Alison spoke up. “Besides getting the guy’s dick-print on camera you have to get their name and a face pic or it won’t count.”

“Ok cool, got it,” I blurted.

“Hey, not so fast,” Brandi smiled through a smile that I suspected was not entirely sincere. “Don’t think I forgot about last weekend. I know you tried to sleep with him. But don’t worry I’ll let that slide if you can prove your worth to me.”

I didn’t know what she meant but I was determined to win this little test.

STAY TUNED……………….