Aaron Smith's Life Adventures

I was with my new friend Jerry Hamilton, and things were going well.  I’d liked Jerry from the first time I met him.  I just knew we’d be best friends, but something kept tugging at me that there might be more between us.  I’d dropped a few subtle hints his way and engaged in some mild flirting.  The response I got was positive, and I was at his apartment for some studying, movie watching, and what I hoped would be some personal interaction.

We’d hit it off, and we had been making out when I slipped my hand into his pants.  Just wrapping my fingers around his dick had caused it to swell and caused Jerry to cream his underwear, stomach, and my hand.  I think it was my hand that gave us away.  It was dripping with cum when Jerry’s roommate unexpectedly came home.  His words are etched in my brain.  “I’m home, fucker,” followed by, “Fuck me.  You’re gay!”

When I think back on it, I’m not sure whether that was a question, a statement of surprise, or an act of excitement.  Whatever it was, things went south pretty quickly.

I sat up and tried to hide my hand.  Jerry sat up and pulled his shirt over his naked, sexy chest.  I’d never met Roger, but Jerry had told me about the oversexed giant that couldn’t keep his dick out of his girlfriend (as well as the girlfriends of some of his friends).  Jerry told me that Roger was a good-looking, well-built man, and he understood why the girls fell for his charms.  I stood up and went into the kitchen to wash away the evidence of the beginnings of a great time while Roger moved in front of Jerry, whose eyes were cast down toward the floor.

“Hey, man,” said Roger.  “It’s cool.  My cousin’s a fag.  I just didn’t realize I could be getting blowjobs on a regular basis.  I might have even gone easier on the rent.”

Jerry said nothing.

“It doesn’t work like that,” I said angrily.

“Oh, come on, man,” said Roger as he tossed his duffle bag down.  “You know you’d love to suck this.”  He pushed his waistband down and pulled his dick out.  I’ll admit that it was impressively large.

“I’m going to be sick,” sputtered Jerry, and he ran into his bedroom.

I moved between Roger and the bedroom door.  “Jerry’s not going to suck your dick just because you have a dick.  Neither are most gay guys.”  I wasn’t sure whether that last part was a lie.  He was good-looking, and I had the urge to reach out and hold that monster of his in my hands.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” laughed Roger.  “I’ve been blown by a lot of guys because I’m a hunk and I’ve got a big one.  Are you going to tell me that the two of you wouldn’t like me to take turns butt-fucking you?”

The image of flesh tearing popped into my head.  He didn’t seem like a gentle lover.  “You don’t get it.  Does your girlfriend fuck you because of your dick or because she has feelings for you?”

“She’s a girl.  They’re different,” said Roger.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes.  “You were supposed to be gone for the weekend.  We have plans to do homework and watch a few movies.”

“Well fuck those plans now.  It’s my TV, so I have the first choice, and I’m going to watch sports and maybe some porn.  You two can take turns licking my dick between touchdowns.”

I took a deep breath and blew out hard between my tensed lips, but I felt no relief from the anger that was building.  I grabbed my stuff and went to Jerry’s bedroom door.  I rapped on it and then went in.  I locked the door behind me.  Jerry sat on the edge of his bed, his face, lit by a small lamp on his nightstand, glowed with a ghostly pallor.  His eyes reminded me of a puppy who’d just been reprimanded.  It broke my heart.  I put my things down and went over to him.  He looked up at me.

“Sorry,” he muttered.  The way he said it confirmed that he was more upset than angry.

“Hey,” I sat next to him.  “He doesn’t matter.  You’re what matters; we’re what matters.  I have feelings for you, Jerry.”  I nuzzled him.  “I’m attracted to you, and it hurts me to know that you’re hurting; this wasn’t the way you wanted him to find out.  Maybe you never wanted him to find out.”  I saw tears form in his eyes.  “Jerry, I want to stay here with you the way we planned.  May I?”

“It won’t be the same.”

“It’ll be better.”  I smiled and nuzzled his ear with my nose.  “Forget about him.  I locked us in here.  You and me, maybe we’re just meant to be good friends, and maybe this is the beginning of something more.”  I moved my hand under his shirt.  “Eww.”  I chuckled.  “You’re covered in cum.  Want to take a shower together.”

“You’re sweet.”

“I just really like you.  And you’re fucking sexy.  You stir something in me.”

He rubbed his hand along my inner thigh.  “Like here?”

“You know the answer to that.”  I smiled.

“What about here?” he asked as his hand moved closer to my hardening cock.

I pushed him back on the bed and kissed him.  He grabbed my ear and rubbed his fingers over my lobe.

“I want to wash my belly… and my ass.”  He paused.  “In case…” his voice dropped off.

“In case I want to play with your hole?” I asked.  “Or put my dick in it?  You can say it.  You can tell me anything.  We’re about to be naked together in the shower.”

“I know I shouldn’t be shy about things, but it’s still strange to say things like that.  Or even to admit that I like guys, that I like you.  I’ve never told anyone about it, about the things I like or want.”

“You told me,” I said.

“Not really in words; it was more like telepathy or something.”

I chuckled.  “I guess it helped that we were both putting out signals.”  I sat up.  “Let’s get cleaned up; then we can snuggle naked under the covers and just let things happen.  No pressure.”

Jerry sat up and nodded.  “I like that plan.”

He jumped up and headed into the adjoining bathroom; his clothes landed in a pile as he stripped down.  “I’m going to miss this place,” he said as he turned on the water.  “I’ve got my own bathroom, and it’s so close to campus.”

“How’d you ever meet him?” I asked as I folded my clothes and placed them on top of the laundry hamper.

“Professor asked me to help him edit a few of his essays last semester.  He told me he was looking for a roommate who wasn’t a jock.  The rent is really low.  The apartment is his campus housing and is covered by his scholarship.”  Jerry turned and let the water run over his hand.  “It’s perfect.”

“Let’s scrub that belly of yours,” I released a childish giggle that made Jerry laugh.  I knew we were going to be great friends.  As he soaped up, I wondered if there might be more for us.

“Pour this in your hand and rub my cock,” he said as he squirted mineral oil into my palm.  “I use it to clean my ears, but it has other uses.”

I did as he asked, and his smirk changed into trembling lips that I had to kiss as I massaged his shaft.  At one point, he pushed me away.  I guessed he was getting close but wasn’t ready to finish.

We soaped up again, and after lathering up and rinsing off twice, the two of us stood kissing under the running water.  Jerry pulled his head back, and into my ear, he said, “I always see guys rimming in the videos, and it turns me on.  I want to do it to you.”

I smiled and kissed him.

He pushed his bangs back as he slipped down to his knees.  I turned around and felt him pull my cheeks apart.  I’d seen rimming in the videos as well, but it all seemed contrived to me.  The instant his tongue touched my flesh, I changed my mind.  My eyes rolled back involuntarily and I became rather light-headed.  The tip of his tongue pushed against my hole, and the nerve endings shot a hundred volts of pleasure through me.  I lost myself in the warmth of the water flowing over my head and the sexual excitement that made me feel dizzy.

Jerry stopped for a moment.  “You’re really turning me on with all the moaning that you’re doing.”  He went back to pleasuring me.

I hadn’t realized that I was moaning.  What I did realize was my burning desire to push my hardness into Jerry’s hole.  My dick was hard and throbbing.  I quickly shut off the water, grabbed the mineral oil, turned him around, and used my thumb to spread the oil across his hole.

He seemed to read my mind as he pulled his cheeks apart and said, “Finger me, baby.  Finger me deep.”

I did as he asked, and while my right hand pushed my index finger into him, my other hand spread the oil on my hardness.  The resistance to my index finger lessened, and I slipped two fingers into his hungry hole.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he responded.

I couldn’t hold back.  I stood and pressed against him as I guided myself into him.  I heard him gasp as I popped into his hole, and I paused to give him time to accommodate me.  He began to push back onto me almost immediately.   In response, I tilted my pelvis forward and plunged through the tight grip he had on my dick.  I had difficulty focussing my eyes as I began to hump his ass.

Jerry made little squealing noises as I grunted with each thrust.  Every sensation I experienced with this man grew in crescendo from the previous.  I leaned my chest against his back and our fuck synchronized.  I wrapped my arms around him.  “Oh, baby, I never expected this,” I groaned.  Suddenly his ass gripped around my cock with more pressure than I’d ever experienced.  I could feel Jerry expelling his load.

“Fuck, yeah,” I exclaimed, and I increased my frequency and began to pump my seed into him.  Once emptied and out of breath, I rested my body against his.  

He purred like a kitten.  I closed my eyes and took in the sensation of my body in contact with his.  My cock slipped out of him, and the little “Oh” sound he made sounded like disappointment.  Jerry’s hand reached behind me and squeezed one of my ass cheeks.

“That was fucking hot,” barreled a voice from the entrance to the bathroom.  Jerry and I both jumped.  Roger stood in the doorway naked with his dick at full erection.  “Can I play, too?”  He grinned and chuckled.

“You filthy…”  I was cut off.

“Yeah,” said Jerry.  “Stuff me with your meat, Rog.”  Jerry was grinning.  “I’ve wanted it since I first time I had a glimpse at that rod of yours.”

“What?” I stammered.

“Out of there, dude,” said Roger.  “It’s my turn.”

“Jerry?”

“Sorry, dude,” he replied.  “I can’t resist it; he’s just too hot.”

With a tug from Roger, I stepped out onto the cold floor.  Roger stepped in and immediately shoved his dick into Jerry.  I turned away and grabbed a towel.  I moved into the bedroom and tried to ignore the sounds of the two of them going at it.  “Fucking assholes,” I told myself.  I dressed quickly and in complete disbelief.

I found myself breathing hard and fighting back tears as I walked to my car.  I’d thought that Jerry and I had a connection that went deeper than two guys getting their rocks off.  But I was wrong, and as I would discover later, it wouldn’t be the first time.  I’d remembered reading somewhere that life could be like a ship at sea with many storms before finding a harbor of safety and calm.  I wondered whether I’d just gone through a storm.  Or was it just a little rain shower?