Our Sophomore Year

About an hour later I was dialing Josh’s number when damn it he beat me, my phone was ringing, we spoke for a while, this time was easier knowing he was only a call away and we’d be talking regularly, my main concern is he was still OK, safe and awake.

The next hour I made sure I beat him to the dial, and I did, he answered with a joke, “Oh sorry I was sleeping” when I told him not to ever even joke about that, and made him promise to pull over if he ever was, as a late Josh was better than an injured, damaged or dead Josh. He agreed and apologized, we talked for at least a half hour.

By the 3rd hour we were shortening our conversation to about 5 minutes, I guess we were both getting used to it now, I surely expected it to take longer. At the 4th hour I was surprised to just get a text, but as I opened it, he had sent a series of photos, the first was out the windshield of a New Jersey Turnpike Sign, the 2nd was a picture with his eyes closed, the third was his gorgeous Blue eyes really close, those Damn eyes, they will drive me insane, I could just jerk off to them alone for the next 6 weeks, the 4th  photo, he was obviously at a rest stop where he took a photo of a little puppy beagle, the 5th one was , um,….. yup his dick,…… that sent me over the top I began jerking away in no time as I called him on face time and set the phone against a empty beer bottle on the coffee table, as I beat off live for him. His phone was in a vent holder in his car, I could tell because I could see him glancing at the road as he drove, and talked back, really dirty to me, I made sure when I came it was on the tiny lens hole, blurring the finale with my cum. He replied how hot that was.

The rest of the calls were tame and just basically checking up on each other, I didn’t want to risk it anymore than we already had. But I looked forward to every call, by dinner time I realized I hadn’t done anything except anticipate his next call, not even ate, so I headed downtown to a local bar and grabbed some food and face timed the next call from there, he was jealous and also hungry, which he ended up stopping for food too.

It was about 9pm when he said he was close to his final destination and probably wouldn’t be able to call again till he got in and settled, but we promised to talk before bed. He called at almost midnight, his roommate was a guy named Phil from South Carolina and at first encounter seemed OK, but time will tell, Phil had just fallen asleep so Josh was being quiet about it, trying not to wake him, they were going to hit the town in the morning and check things out and get to know some of the other guys and girls on the assignment, as they were provided with a list and phone numbers at the front desk when he checked in. He mentioned Phil was 21 and had the fridge already stocked with beer and invited Josh to help himself whenever.

The next morning I was laying in Bed still when Josh Face timed me from the bathroom, he had obviously just taken a shower, as the foggy steam was still surrounding him, he was shirtless and had a motel towel wrapped around his waist, the phone was obviously propped on the counter as I glanced upward at his beautiful torso making me horny again, staring at those quarter size pinkish brown nipples resting atop very nice well defined pecks just above a perfectly mapped out 6 pack. He attempted and failed to bounce his pecks back and forth, breaking both of us up with laughter. He then landscaped the phone toward the mirror as he unfolded the towel wrap, allowing his semi hard woody to flop out, and down, as it began climbing, as if to see in the mirror, seemingly looking for me, that wonderful piece of man meat had a mind of its own, and somehow I think it heard my voice.  Josh then stepped back a step or two giving me full view and he stroked his left nipple with one hand while gently stroking his dick with the other. His rhythm quickened as his head tipped back, eyes closed and his slightly uneven ball sack began bouncing up and down meeting his fist on the down stroke. Suddenly his head dropped and shoulders collapsed inward and back out as his dick juices began spewing out, first hitting the mirror and other consequent splashes to the counter. With a smile on his face he began wiping the mess with a towel, saying Phil needed to take a shower before they headed to town and he would catch up with me later, but not before I said “wait”, and turned the phone toward my tented bed sheet giving him a peek underneath explaining he was missed as I began my stroke show. It didn’t take me long to make my own mess, just thinking I should have hit record when he was in his show. With that I heard a knock on the  his door and heard a voice say “quit jerking off in there, I need to take a crap”. Josh giggled and said almost done be right out. We bid each other good bye and Josh said he’d call back later.

After that we began to fall into our daily routines and our calls became less frequent as I got back to school and him his assignment. We did manage at least one call per day, but life returned to as normal as we could be being apart from one another. I also began to hit the gym every day after classes religiously, I was bound and determined to get rid of my slightly pudgy physique, especially after our exhausting hike and we made that commitment, I knew it would be easier for me to accomplish without Josh around as he could eat everything in sight and still be the fit specimen he is. For the first time I was feeling confident in the gym and didn’t care who was watching me, when I realized guys were looking at me,… yes “checking me out”…. looking at me, that increased my confidence level and I suddenly found myself teasing them back. I never really realized my teasing back would bring on some unwelcomed advances, till one day when a cute guy struck up a conversation with me in the locker room, as flattered as it made me, I did my best to reject him, but with class, I was proud, I was behaving, but for the first time in my life I knew I could build a relationship if I had to, it also made me feel guilty on the other hand too.

One night Josh texted me a cryptic text, kind of like he was drinking a bit too much, followed by a photo of a guy, presumably Phil passed out on his bed wearing just some loose fitting boxers and his dick and balls hanging out. Yup they were drinking and Josh was having some fun with his straight roommates exposed privates. I texted back to behave and he sent me a smiley face. He called me in the morning to make sure I knew nothing happened he just thought I might be upset, frankly the thought crossed my mind, but I had to grow to trust him, just as he trusted me. He did say his roommate was a bit leery of him once he told him he was gay, but committed to me, but they were getting along very good and they even talked about visiting each other after the assignment. Work was going great he said and he was really getting into it, and frankly he said this semester was going to be the easiest one for a passing grade, meanwhile I was struggling with some of my courses.

By the 3rd week of what seemed an eternity we were Face timing whenever he could without Phil being around, and he actually skipped going to dinner with “the gang” in order to get some private time with me. We always wound up naked and jerking ourselves off for each other licking and tasting our own cum pretending it was somehow transported through Wi-Fi from the other. One night Josh was at the “no return point” beating away when the door suddenly opened and it was Phil and some others dropping in for a beer, when Josh flexed into a fold covering up, the phone fell  to the floor as he came, and the other guys were making some commotion and laughing at which point I assume Josh grabbed a blanket and dashed to the bathroom, meanwhile I was staring at the ceiling while the guys were busy talking about him and opening up some beers before they headed back out to the parking lot. Finally Josh came back a few minutes later and apologized to me and said he’d call back later which he did, and said everything was cool and the guys were good about it, but he did have to take a bit of ribbing, somehow it’s hard for me to imagine Josh getting embarrassed but he said he truly was, and now the whole crew knows he was gay, which I guess wasn’t really public knowledge prior to. I was amazed as Josh was always out and proud no matter where we ever were, and he taught me over time it was OK and accepted, but he couldn’t explain why he didn’t tell everyone except Phil, just that he guessed it didn’t come up, and he assumed Phil must have told them.

By the 4th week I finally visited Josh’s parents for dinner, to which I received a scolding for not keeping up with my end of the dinner deal, and Josh’s mom took out her phone and made sure I did the same as we made dates for future dinners. She noticed I was down in weight a bit, and complained I wasn’t eating, so she had me pencil in 2 days a week for the next two weeks to try to catch up. It was a really a good dinner, and Josh’s dad and me even had guy time in the den afterwards, man I realized how much I missed them too. They even made me spend the night, and when I went up to bed I realized our bedroom was moved to our apartment and it made me sad to see the empty room as I headed for the guest room. I awoke the next morning to a full pancake breakfast, god I haven’t eaten so much in weeks. I headed back to our empty apartment where I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I realized there were still 2 weeks left of this lonely empty apartment. I still had the rest of Sunday left so I decided to hit the gym to work out some fat, frustrations and loneliness. Checking out the guys in my voyeuristic nature was a common pastime too.

The next two weeks seemed to take forever, we texted, called, sexted and face timed each one of us longing for the other. Finally Friday came, Josh said he was all packed, he was planning or heading back first thing in the morning, of course we made our hourly phone calls and I spent all day Saturday preparing for the big home coming, complete with balloons and streamers, freshly washed sheets and towels, I got out our box of toys, I ran the vacuum, fluffed the cushions and ordered dinner in. I ran down to the parking lot anxious to see my man in person once again, as I paced around and around waiting for his arrival. Finally at about 5 after 7 he pulled into the lot, the car jerked as he threw it in park before it stopped rolling he jumped out coatless and ran to me, slipping on some ice in the pavement till finally we were arm in arm, mouth locked onto each other swapping the best wettest saliva spit swap ever, as I took in his musty driving all day scent not wanting to let go. If our neighbors didn’t know we were a couple before today they surely knew now.

We went back up to the apartment, where I took dinner out of the oven which had arrived earlier, sat him at the finely set table complete with tablecloth, dished out the food to his plate, lit the candles and we stared into each others eyes, wordless. He wolfed it down as he had driven straight through without stopping for food all day, just gas and rest room. He stood wrenched his shirt over his head extending an arm to me as he led me to the bedroom which we didn’t leave except for food and bathroom till Sunday afternoon where we had to visit Josh’s parents for dinner there.

A fine home coming indeed it was. I finally had my Josh back. We both managed to survive the ordeal even though we hated every minute of it, but in the long run I think it made us stronger. By Monday we were both off to classes as if normal and the space time continuum was set back to where it should be.