Alliance of Gay Students

Spencer grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. He trapped me by wrapping his legs around my waist before he reached down and rubbed his hand across my penis. “So, you’re never going to fuck me again?”

My dick got really hard. “Well, maybe just this one time more.”

We both started to laugh.

It’s interesting to note how guys talk about sex. When it’s two guys who are in love, or falling in love, there’s a more of a sharing aspect. Whereas, two guys who are buddies or a hook-up talk more about the sensation of the act, or just about the act itself. Sometimes it’s subtle, but when the Alliance got together for meetings, I could often sense when two guys were becoming more that just sex buddies. I also noted that our last meeting before finals and the Christmas break had more members in attendance. I wondered whether the loneliness of the upcoming holidays for many of the gay students brought them together in the hopes of making a connection with someone.

Spencer and I were behind the serving table when Aaron came up and asked about Jeremy. I hadn’t let him know that I knew about their “friendship.”

“Jeremy is in school until the 21st and then he goes back on the 4th,” I told him.

“You guys won’t be here?”

“He’s coming home with me,” said Spencer.

“Why don’t you write to him and ask him to visit you? My parents plan to be out and about during that time. I’m sure he’d love some company.”

“Yeah,” agreed Spencer, “and you guys can fuck all you want to.”

Aaron went pale; he looked at me with a complete look of guilt. “You… You know about that?”

Spencer realized what he had said. The cat was out of the bag, as they say. “Well, I just figured when you weren’t on the court after saying you were going to play basketball that you were back in your room fucking. I mean, the two of you are attractive, young gay guys. Why shouldn’t you?”

“Oh. I guess I gave myself away.” He looked at me.

I was as direct as I could be. “Look, Aaron. My brother can screw whoever he wants to. As long as he is safe, both sexually and physically, I’m good. So invite him up and fuck away.”

Aaron tried to feign a smile. “Thanks.” He walked off.

I looked at Spencer. “I’m worried that he has feelings for Jeremy. Jeremy said he thought they’d be good friends, but he had no romantic inclinations.”

Spencer put his arm on me. “Let them work that out. Each relationship is different. Some will last a lifetime; other relationships can hurt like hell.”

“Experience?” I asked.

“Every time you poke my ass with that pencil dick of yours.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole. I should have taken the money.”

“The hundred thousand? Maybe you should have.”

“Actually,” I told him, “your dad offered me two hundred fifty thousand.”

“The fuck you say.”

I nodded. “When you and your mom were on that walk.”

“And you turned it down?”

“Obviously. I’m here with you.”

Spencer began to tear up.

“What’s the matter? You think he should have offered me more? Or you don’t think you’re worth more than that?”

“Ryan, I know you love me. But this shows how deep it goes.”

I grabbed him and ran my fingers through his hair. “You fucking egghead. It goes all the way through my soul.” I kissed him. “Besides, I’d need at least five million before I would even consider it.”

“Get a room,” hollered Blake.

“What?” asked Spencer. “I thought we were the floor show.”

I went back to my station and made sure enough cans of Coke, Diet Coke, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and Sprite were on ice. I bent down to pull a few more cans of Sprite from the box when I noticed Ruben Bass being led away by Kyle Albarran. I’d met them both at previous meetings, and they both seemed rather shy. I tried to remember whether they had been at the same meetings. Bruce Fonda came up to relieve me. He looked tired.

“Been studying late?” I asked.

“I hate to say,” he replied.

“But you’re going to tell me anyway, right?”

“I shouldn’t.”

“But you want to,” I smiled.

“Yeah, I totally do. Swear you won’t tell.”

“That takes the fun out of it, Bruce; but to be honest with you, if you don’t want me to, I won’t. I swear, and you can take that to the bank.”

“I know. You are one of the few guys who would take it to the grave,” admitted Bruce.

“So, spill it.”

“A professor I had when I was a freshman is in graduate school, and I saw him last week. I confessed that I found him hot and sexy. We went back to his room and, well, you know.”

“Yeah.”

“He says he’s never been with anyone like me. We’ve been fucking every night since that first one. I’ve been staying up way too late, but I can’t get enough of him. I know it can’t last.”

“Who says? Maybe it’s love mixed with lust. Gay guys have this mistaken idea that they are just fuck machines, but we’re more than that. Some guys keep fucking this one and that one until they find the right one. Some let the right one slip away because they don’t realize the one they’re with is more than a dick or a hole.”

Bruce nodded his head a bit.

“Hey, by all means, have fun; keep fucking the guy, but talk to him to. Find out whether he’s a stop on your way to your final destination. It could be that he is the final destination.”

“Thanks.”

“Now, I want to check on Ruben and Kyle.” I quietly walked back to where I had seen the two of them disappear into the darkness. I went stealthily down the hall. They weren’t there. I figured they’d just slipped out of the room when I heard one of them giggling.

“Of course I’ve seen a penis besides mine, just not this close. And I’ve never touched someone else’s.”

“Oh, man. It feels so good when you touch it. What are you doing?”

“Just moving my thumb back and forth.”

“Are you going to suck it?”

“I want to.”

“I want to suck yours, too.”

I heard the sound of kissing.

“I wish I had met you before.”

“Maybe before wouldn’t have been like now.”

“That gives me goosebumps.”

I was worried they were going to start something and get caught. I knew that campus security liked to check these halls when we had our meetings, and as much I thought their conversation was cute, I needed to warn them. “Guys,” I said. “Security will be coming through here. You should go somewhere else to continue anything that’s private.” I turned and left. I found Spencer talking to Joseph. He’d brought his CD player. I’d heard they were going to play some 80s music for a dance.

“Are we hanging around for the dance?”

Spencer looked at me like I had two heads. “I’ve tried dancing with you. Do you really think I want all these people to laugh at you and pity me?”

“I’m not that bad.”

“No, you’re worse,” he said with indignation.

“We should have done karaoke then,” I replied.

“I’m not sure which would have been funnier,” Spencer said seriously.

“Ouch,” I replied. I noticed Ruben peek into the room.

I picked up the microphone from the table and clicked it on. “Ruben, come to the DJ table.” I saw him jump a little and he scurried over to where I was standing with Spencer and Joseph. I click the mic off again. “Ruben, what’s your favorite Christmas song.”

“Umm. Winter Wonderland?”

I raised an eyebrow and looked at Spencer. That song wasn’t on my top twenty list of Christmas songs.

“You asked him; he answered,” said Spencer.

“Sing it with me, Ruben? We’ll do it without the mic.”

Spencer shook his head. “Oh, great,” he muttered.

“I’m not very good,” Ruben mumbled.

“Don’t worry,” Spencer comforted him. “His pitchy rendition will cover you up.”

“Are you ready?” Several people had gathered around us.

“No,” said Ruben.

“Then let’s start.” I gave Spencer a dirty look, and then I belted out the most on-key, acapella lyrics. “Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight, walking in a winter wonderland.”

People began to join in, and when the song was finished, people were laughing, some were clapping. Joseph put on “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”, and almost everyone was dancing and singing along.

Spencer put his mouth near my ear. “I had no idea that you could sing. That was amazing.”

“I thought you were kidding.”

“Sorry.”

“Boy, one day you’re going to go too far, and I am going to castrate you. In the meantime, walk me home and make love to me when we get there.

He was very gentle that night. I lay under him on the cold sheets. He applied barely any pressure with his lubed erection and he eased into me slowly. His chest was pushed above me by his strong arms, and I played with the hair on his chest with my fingers. The love he had for me was so obvious. I wanted him to know that I loved him, too. I wrapped my legs around him. I love you, I whispered.

“I know,” he whispered back.

Then I felt his hardness go deep into me and he filled me with happiness, love, and with his seed.