Our Senior Year and More

Yes, The Boys are all Back!

Fear not, as usual, this story will be able to stand on its own for new readers, but it is a continuation of my series of stories based on the same characters. You don’t have to go back and read them but if you wish the series consists of the following: (and a quick refresh to those who forgot)

 “My Freshman Year” – where I (Dave) a naïve Virgin from the Midwest, questioning his sexuality, heads off to college in New York State, meets up with a fellow very experienced classmate Josh the city boy, and hit it off as described through many encounters. A serious accident brings us closer together. I move into Josh’s house.

“Our Sophomore Year” – which is the continuing story of Josh and Dave and their encounters and people who come in and out of their daily lives. Including trips back to my hometown and my best friend Tommy, whom at the time didn’t understand my coming out, but was somewhat accepting. Tommy is introduced to Gay New York City on a recent visit to us. And we deal with some of Josh’s infidelities. We get our own off campus apartment. By the end of this story Tommy seems to be questioning his own sexuality.

“Tommy and Devin” – This part of the story was narrated mostly by Tommy, where we follow the lives of my best friend and his saga of taking over and running his parents horse riding academy, after their unexpected death, and Josh and I help him out in his time of need, and visit many times. Tommy broke up with his ex girlfriend Maryann and takes a liking to his first hired hand Devin, and then subsequently hired Kevin (the Hulk), Tommy’s ex girlfriend Maryann and Billy Prescott, the town supervisors deadbeat son, and he also happened to be an ex boyfriend of Maryann. Billy gets in a dangerous altercation with Devin over his sexuality. The farm is expanded and part leased out to a thoroughbred farm where Sammy and Juan come into the picture and their anti gay boss Carlos, as well as the Baker Twins, and a gay wedding spread in a magazine boosts Tommy’s business beyond belief.

“Our Junior Year” – back to Dave’s Narration in this series, where our antics continue back in New York some scenes in this story are overlapping from the “Tommy and Devin” story that occurred only by Tommy’s speculation, and now from Dave’s point of view. Josh and Dave try to readjust to city life from a summer of country living and strenuous farm life. We meet other classmates at the pool, and another naïve guy named Harry, a young freshman very similar to when Josh first met Dave. Dave has a nasty fall and another scare for the boys, as Dave’s memory is lost and regaining it was a reawakening for Josh. The boys reenacted their first sexual experiences to try to regain memories lost. Various Flings and events lead to the boy’s playful child like behavior, as they begin to face the realities of growing up to the real world.

And Now On To Our New Series “OUR SENIOR YEAR AND MORE”

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As September approached, Josh and I realize our schedules are very different, we’ve chosen two different paths in our career learning, Josh who always had good grades, and his dad who was a big lawyer in New York City, constantly pushing him to pursue in his footsteps, Law. Then there was me, who chose to stay in Business and Accounting, which I held my own in, as far as grades. Even though we had less time to spend at school together this coming year, we still had our little apartment and each other.

We quickly realized, we were going to have to grow up this year. Soon we would have to join the real world, although we were both set, pretty financially, due to the large settlement from our accident, Josh’s Dad made sure we wouldn’t be able to touch most of that money for quite some time. So we were still well off, but reality was setting in, Josh’s dad made sure of that. He wanted us to make something of ourselves and have value in life.

Josh’s Dad got him a paid internship on weekends at his law firm, just over an hour from us in the city, so now even on weekends our time together would be sparse. It was a gopher type job, but it gave Josh some great insight to the inner workings of the law firm, during the week he also got assignments from the firm to research either at the school library or online so some nights we rarely got to spend much time together even when he was home.

I did my classes and spent the time at the apartment, I cooked and cleaned in my spare time, I tried to make things special for Josh when he was home. I realized how hard he was working and often wondered where I’d be if it wasn’t for him and his parents the last four years together with him.

He brought me out of my shy shell, showed me how to be proud and accept my virgin, gay, homophobic, Midwest, religious upbringing. He showed me everything, I mean he was my first, and I owed him my entire future, I gave him my virginity, and I was different for him too. He admitted that up until me, all he did was play the field with one night stands, and it wasn’t till I came along, did he straighten himself out, this was even confirmed by his own parent’s admission, so we were good for each other. He kind of took me on as a project, he shaped me like he wanted me, and I was the clay in his hands, I loved every minute of the past 3 plus years.

 However our life was becoming a monogamous drag. No parties, no clubbing, no friends, an occasional night out meant going to Josh’s parents for dinner. Now I absolutely love Josh’s parents, but all of his time was monopolized in some way or another, and I guess I just wasn’t in that plan anymore or so it seemed. It was a tough stressful start to our year. In fact the first two months we grew further apart, we were more like roommates sleeping naked together in the same bed. Deep down I know he too was questioning our relationship and where we were going, some weekends he even stayed at his dad’s midtown apartment and never even came home.

I often wondered out of jealousy what he might be doing in the city alone without me. I know what he used to do, and I know what we did together, especially visiting the gay clubs and strip shows. I remembered all the times we had showing me around, and I only hoped he wasn’t doing that with someone else, or worse yet returning to his one night stands, I was beginning to lose trust and rightfully so, as I knew of his past. Thoughts and memories came rushing back to that night in the club restroom when he and an “ex hook up” hooked up, and I caught him, I was devastated. But since then to the best of my knowledge it’s been just me exclusively, or let me clarify, or both of us and invited participants, always together and agreed upon, beforehand.

I became increasingly depressed and even checked out more online porn sites, and gradually worked my way to gay hookup sites, but always managed to shut it down in time. Many times I’d get a video call from Tommy and Devin, or my parents, or Josh’s mom would drop by, all those events brought me out of my depression if only for a while. Too far and between I’d get a call from Josh himself, which was a pleasant surprise, but more often than not, it was only to disappoint me, by saying he’d be late or not coming home at all.

One day Harry (a former closeted gay freshman who Josh and I took under our wing to help him come out of his shell) from downstairs dropped in with his boyfriend and we got to talking, and I let it all out. The two of them consoled me to no end, and made me go out to the local bars with them. I was a third wheel, but managed to dance all by myself, checking out the other guys in the place, most of whom were straight, after all we were in a upstate New York college town, a bit on the conservative side, but not as bad as my Midwest upbringing.  I’ve got to tell you the few times Josh and I fooled around with Harry and seeing him all over his boyfriend had me back in a very creepy mood, that I wasn’t too happy with. For the first time I was seriously thinking about having some fun with them.

We wound up back to my apartment (yes I said “my” not ours, because that’s what it felt like) and began to get overheated with Harry and his hot twinky boyfriend. Our small talk became more sensual and I decided to get more comfortable and I slipped into some sleep pants, while the two of them went at it kissing each other on the couch. I was all ready to join in, I was rock hard as Harry’s hands were under his boyfriends shirt and his tongue in his mouth. I saw that bulge growing in Harry’s pants, as I walked toward them, ever so guilt ridden. I was sweating and hot as I watched them go at it, I began to softly jerk off in my lounge pants, and it felt so good.

Then it happened, I sat on the couch with them, Harry now in the middle, and one of his hands immediately found and wandered over and found my unbuttoned fly hole, and YES! YES! A warm hand other than mine has touched my cock and balls, as his other hand continued to explore his boyfriend’s pecks under that shirt, and he continued kissing him. I was even harder than rock hard now, bursting out of my skin. As I reached across and gripped Harry’s crotch through his jeans, it felt rock hard and ready. I tried and fumbled with the zipper using both my free hands, and soon enough, was able to slide one inside his underwear, while the other grasped his cloth covered ball sack. Just then his boyfriends hand reached over grabbing Harry’s hand that was already on my hardened dick, and he slid down over Harry’s hand onto my balls as his warm slightly moist palm joined in touching me. One hand gently massaging my balls the other guy’s hand beginning to slide up and down on my shaft, their lips still locked together with each other. Harry’s hand moved from his boyfriend’s chest into Harry’s waistband, we were like a tangled mess feeling each other up to no end.

I was almost elbows deep into Harry’s crotch, when the doorbell rang, and someone calling my name “Dave, are you in there?”HOLY SHIT! I jumped up, and began tucking myself in as I sprung to the door subduing my erection, Harry and his boyfriend began straightening themselves out, as I slowly opened the door to ….. OH MY GOD…… Josh’s Mom.

She reached inside forcing her way in, and gave me her familiar hug, arms around my neck, as I tried desperately to arch my crotch back away from her, and while I grabbed her around the shoulder with one arm the other was still restraining my dick, which by the way was rapidly decreasing in size by now. She saw my guests and said “Oh no, I’m sorry I didn’t know you had company” as a red faced Harry and his boyfriend just said “Oh no, it’s OK, we were just leaving anyway”. I bid my friends farewell as we all passed in the doorway and then offered Josh’s mom a coffee or a drink, to which she insisted I take a seat cause I looked quite flush, she asked if I was feeling well since I was entertaining my friends in my pajama pants, while she made a pot of coffee and then we just sat and talked.

Well that was a close one and I almost cheated on the best thing that ever happened to me. What kind of intervention was this I thought, if his mom didn’t come over, I defiantly would have not been able to restrain myself. I could tell Josh’s mom was silently questioning what I’m sure was a guilty look on my face.

To be continued