Alliance of Gay Students

I felt my heart beat a little faster as I approached the Student Union Building. Attending this function was not an easy decision for me. This would be my first time to let people know my sexuality. A meeting of gay men on campus was about to take place; well, according to the flyers, it would be more of a social for the Alliance for Gay Students. I walked up to the door. There were no protestors. That certainly wouldn’t have happened in my home town. I took a breath, and went inside.

A man standing at the door asked me to put my name on an email list and check whether I wanted to let other members know my name. He said that there would be about twenty minutes of speed dating at the start, and I was chosen to sit in seat twelve. I went to the chair and read the instruction sheet I was given. There was a recommended list of questions. I reviewed it, and it proved to be ordinary ‘get to know you’ type questions. I waited for the start of the program and looked over the men standing in the center of the room. Each one carried a paper with a number on it, undoubtedly the starting number when the speed dating round began.

Most of the guys in the center were average looking men; some a little more fit that others. A few were above average. An announcement marked the beginning of the first activity.

An average looking boy with dark eyes was my first ‘date.’ His name was Blake Mitchell, an economics major, still 17, and, according to him, horny all the time. He said I had beautiful eyes and whispered that he’d like to watch them while I did him. He left me his cell phone number. I had a chance to tell him that I was Ryan Cooper, age 18, physics major, and that I was looking for a boyfriend, not a hook-up. He told me to let him know when I changed my mind. I just smiled. Afterall, I’d gone 18 years plus without sex, and I felt I needed love more than a blowjob or a screw.

Dates number two through six were unmemorable. Date number seven was hyper. He was another ordinary looking guy whose body was that of a swimmer. His clothing was mismatched shades of green. At 18, he admitted that no one back home knew he was gay; he wasn’t sure whether he wanted love, steady sex, or just a one-night stand. He said he thought I was cuter than the other guys in the room. I wasn’t sure if that was a come on, or whether he meant it. His name was Alvin Gorsuch, and when he smiled, it was obvious he could have used braces to close up the gaps between every tooth in his upper jaw. The teeth in his lower jaw had no spaces, and they were slightly crooked. His nose was a little large for his face, but he was genial, and I took his number and gave him mine. He said he was a math major, and I thought that we could be friends but nothing else.

Of the rest of the dates, only two others seemed like possible second dates. One was an interesting chemistry engineering major named Todd Nicola. He was quite attractive with brown hair and green eyes. His height of five foot six seemed to make him self-conscious, but it was actually a turn-on for me. He was a junior and planned to stay on to get his masters. While we were talking, he touched my hand, and I had to admit a certain sexual attraction.

My second to last of the day was another physics major. We were in some of the same classes. He was also 18, a freshman, but he lived off-campus. Simon Durendal was my height with dark hair and blue eyes. He had an infectious smile; he admitted that he wanted a boyfriend more than anything, but until he could get one, he wanted a jack-off partner. He didn’t give me his number, and I wondered whether that meant that he wasn’t interested in me.

After the speed dating, chips, dips, soda, tea, and water were served, and the guys were asked to mingle. I got myself a small plate and a coke. I looked for Todd and found him surrounded by several guys. That should boost his confidence, I thought, not that he should need any boost. But with that many guys wanting to talk to him, I didn’t figure I’d have a chance, at least no today.

I saw Alvin walk up to a tall guy I hadn’t met. He was one of the lesser attractive guys, at least in my opinion. I walked a little closer to them. “Yeah, I don’t think so Alvin. Your name makes me think of chipmunks, you know. And frankly, I think I can find someone a little cuter to fuck tonight.” The dude walked away leaving Alvin standing alone, and probably feeling embarrassed.

Walking up to him, I put my hand on his shoulder. “How’re ya doing, Al?”

He turned and looked at me, I could tell he was more than embarrassed. “Oh, hey.”

I nodded toward the tall guy who’d just walked away. “I haven’t met him, but I heard one of the other guys say he was an asshole.”

“Yeah, maybe,” said Alvin.

“Did you get something to eat?”

He smiled at me. “Not yet. I think I’ll grab something and get out of here.”

“Mind if I walk with you?” I asked.

“Yeah? Of course I don’t. Are you going to grab some extra?”

“Sure.” I walked up to the table with the chips.

“Did I hear you guys say you were on your way out?” It was one of the guys from the front door. “I’m Bruce Fonda. I’m president of the Gay Student Alliance, sorry, the Alliance for Gay Students. They made us change our name, and I’m not used to it yet. Did you leave your email address on the form?”

“I did when I signed in,” I said.

“So did I,” nodded Alvin.

“Good, we’ll let you know the time of our next meeting.”

“Thanks,” I told him.

“Here,” he handed me a bag of chips and gave one to Alvin as well. “We’ve got too many. Take a few extra cans of drink, too.”

We each took the chips and a couple of cans of soda and headed out the south exit. A nice breeze met us at the door.

“Where’re you headed?” I asked.

“Quad C, you?”

“Same here. What floor are you on?”

“Fourth. You want to come up to my room and watch TV or play a video game?”

“Sure. I think we’re going to be great friends, Al”

“What if I want more than that, Ryan?” It was an honest question, and it deserved an answer.

“I don’t know. I know there are people who are friends with the benefit of occasional sex; I just always thought that I’d only do those things with a boyfriend.”

“You’re saying that to be nice; it’s because I’m not cute. You can say it because I know it. My mom used to say when she was drinking that she was sorry that I was so shit-face ugly. She said if she hadn’t been drinking that night, she might have fucked a better looking guy.”

I was stunned. Do parents really say things that mean to their kids? “What a horrible thing to say! You are not ugly; you’re average, like me.” I gave him a hug. I wanted to cry for him.

“That’s nice of you to say, but I’ve looked in the mirror. I would never go out with a guy who looks like me. I don’t want to have sex with a guy who looks like me.”

“You’re as shallow as I am, Al. I wouldn’t want to date a guy who looked like me either. Most of us are attracted to people who don’t look like us.” OK, that was a fact that I just pulled out of my ass, but I felt that it was true.

“You’re kidding, if a guy walked up, who looked like you, you wouldn’t date him?”

“Not based on looks. I hate the way my hair has that wave in it, and my eyebrows are too thick. I think the dimple in my chin is too small. I could go on and on.”

“You’re fucking crazy, Ryan, and I want to sleep with you.”

“You’ve got a one-track mind, Alvin. Let’s go.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him down the steps to the sidewalk that led through the trees on the west side of the pavilion.

A voice from the darkness called out, “Get a room, you…”

His voice was cut off by that of a female, “Stuart, they’re not doing anything. My brother’s gay, and if you don’t like…”

The guy’s voice came up again. “I was just giving them a hard time. I didn’t even realize they were both guys.

“Forget it,” I said. “Regardless of your intention, a remark like that doesn’t faze me. Just be careful not to do anything you might need a room for.” I pulled Al farther down the path back to our dorm.

One we were out of earshot, Al spoke up, “I like how you handled that. You stayed calm. It made me angry.”

“Don’t make someone else’s ignorance a problem for you. Set him straight and move along. Besides, his girlfriend was really the one to put him in his place.” Al made me smile. I hoped we would become strong friends.

Al began to swing our arms back and forth and to hum the scarecrow song from the ‘Wizard of Oz.’

“You know that’s really gay, don’t you?” I laughed.

“Well, if the ruby slipper fits,” he laughed back.

“That does it,” I told him, and I began to sing, “I could while away the hours, conferring with the flowers, consulting with the rain.”

Alvin picked it up, “And my head I'd be scratching while my thoughts were busy hatching.”

Together, we sang, “If I only had a brain.”

“If you had a brain, you’d sleep with me,” Alvin said.

Still holding his hand, I pulled him to me. “I may just stuff my cock down your throat to get you to shut up.”

“That’d be fine by me.”

“On second thought, even though you’ve got a big mouth, I don’t think I’d fit.”

“Now you're a braggart.”

I started laughing, and I let go of his hand and ran to the dormitory entrance. Al was in hot pursuit, and then he passed me. He got to the door first and held it open for me. “What do I win?”

“I’ll let you rub up against me,” I was still laughing. I shushed him as we walked to the stairs. “You live on the fourth?” He nodded. “Maybe we should hang out in my room.”

“Nope. You promised.”

I went up the stairs while he cajoled me the entire way. The extra two flights weren’t a challenge, but I went along with it. He pulled his key card from his pocket and unlocked the door. “You may enter my kingdom.”

He opened the door, and I stepped in. I was startled by a man pushing himself up quickly from the bed on the right side and trying to push past me. The man on the bed pulled his shirt down as he struggled to sit up.

“Whoa, just a minute.” I said.

“What’s going on?” asked Alvin.

“Nothing we need to talk about,” I said, “but,” I directed my next sentence to the man who stood in front of me, “you probably want to make sure your pants are zipped up before you walk out into the hall.”

The man, who seemed to be about our age, turned around and zipped his shorts.

“Alvin, is one of these guys your roommate.”

“I’m Steve,” said the man on the bed. “I didn’t expect you back so soon, Alvin.”

“Is that your boyfriend, Steve?”

The other man spoke up, “I’m Theo.”

I put my hand out, “Nice to meet you, Theo, Steve. I’m Ryan; I’m Al’s friend.”

“So you guys are gay, too, huh?” asked Alvin. “Cool.”

There was an awkward silence in the room.

Alvin broke it. “So we just came back to watch TV, but if you two want to fuck, we can go to Ryan’s room.”

I could tell that Steve’s cheeks became red.

“Al, I know that’s how you’re used to people talking back home, but until you know Steve better, it’s best to be more discreet about what you say.”

“Sorry, Steve. I… I… Sorry,” was Al’s response.

“It’s OK, Alvin. I know you just put things out there, and you’re being honest. Your friend Ryan is right. Other people might be offended. Theo and I were dating back in high school. We’re not embarrassed by that; it’s just that we weren’t expecting you.”

“Hey, man, all you have to do is let me know when you want the room to yourself,” Alvin told him.

“Same goes for you. When you and Ryan need time alone together,” Steve was interrupted.

“See there, Ryan, Steve thinks we should have alone time.”

I rubbed my forehead. “I’m going to my room. It was nice to meet the two of you. Al, why don’t we leave them alone. Steve can text you when it’s ok to come back.”

Alvin got up and followed me to my room. The only thing he said was, “Well, that was a little embarrassing.”

As I unlocked my door, he put his hand on my arm. “What if your roommate is in there with a guy?”

“He’s got a girlfriend, and he’s got no shame. Neither does she. It’s not going to matter whether we’re there.” We walked into a dark and empty room.

“No one’s here,” said Alvin. He pulled himself close to me.

“Any preferences on what we watch?” I asked.

“Gay porn?”

“No. If I decide to sleep with you, it’s not going to be because I’m horny from watching porn.”

“What about Star Trek? I wasn’t allowed to watch that at home, and I like it.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

I arranged the pillows on my bed so we could sit up and watch my laptop. We sat next to one another. Alvin remembered an episode with a giant cell, so I put on ‘The Immunity Syndrome.’ I was amazed at how comfortable I was sitting next to him. From time to time, he put his hand on my thigh, but he made no advances during the episode. I questioned whether the comfort of sitting like this was because I thought of him more as my brother, or because I was simply comfortable with him.

He looked over at me every now and then and smiled that toothy smile of his. I wondered whether his teeth and slightly large nose were the impetus of his mother’s cruelty. He was far from ugly as she had insisted. Based on what I felt through his clothes, he was solid. I hadn’t had the privacy to jerk off in the past week, and I wondered whether that’s the reason my resolve was losing some strength. The episode ended; the universe was saved, and the next episode, ‘A Private Little War,’ began.

The intro had just finished playing when my roommate Bill came into the room with his girlfriend Jessie. They ignored us completely, but we stopped paying attention to Star Trek.

I couldn’t see exactly what they were doing; I had turned off the lights, so the room was lit only by the laptop.

“Bill, stop that, I’m already so horny I can’t stand it.”

Several grunts came from Bill, “Come on baby, let me feel that wet pussy. Aw, fuck, that’s hot. I want you to sit on my dick.”

“Stop teasing me, Bill, and get your clothes off. And lie back on the bed.”

We both saw the silhouette of Bill’s naked body. His boner might have been five inches long, which would correspond with what I had seen when he got back from the shower. Jessie moaned that it was huge as she climbed on top of it.

Alvin put his lips next to my ears and his hand over my dick and rubbed several times. “No, yours is huge,” he whispered. “You make me so horny, Ryan. I want to ride your dick.” I fought the urge to slip my hand into his pants. He rolled over on me and humped my leg. I felt his dick on my thigh. “Please, fuck me.”

“No,” I whispered.

He began to hump me faster. It was turning me on. I did want to fuck him; at least, that’s what my dick wanted. My brain kept saying ‘no.’

Jessie was so noisy that I couldn’t hear that her moans filled the room. Alvin looked up at me. His eyes glistened in the light of the laptop. His teeth clenched, and his hips jerked up, and he dropped his head to my chest. I could tell that he had ejaculated.

“Come on,” I whispered as I got up. Alvin followed me in a daze. I grabbed two towels from the top of my dresser and led him into the hall. “We need to get you cleaned up.” I took him into the communal bathroom. The place was empty, so I took him to the first shower stall. I closed the outer curtain. “Get your clothes off before the cum gets on your pants. I turned the shower on.

Alvin removed all his clothing, taking care not to transfer any ejaculate to his still dry clothes, and he stepped into the shower and looked up at me. Shit, he was a gorgeous specimen. Toned muscles covered his body. Every man wanted a body like his. Short, dark, straight hair covered his pecs and a treasure trail led to a beautiful cock that now hung symmetrically between his muscular legs. A drop of moisture remained at the slit. My dick got immediately hard. All I could think was, ‘He’s fucking beautiful, and I should have fucked him.’

--end of chapter 1