Alliance of Gay Students

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.’

“Come in here with me,” said Alvin.

I shook my head.

“I need you to scrub my back.”

“No. Fuck no. Look at you. You’re gorgeous. You’re hotter than any guy I’ve seen on the porn sites.”

“If you really think that, then please, just come in and hold me.” I saw his eyes get moist. “I promise. I won’t do anything but hold you back.”

I removed my shirt even as I told myself that I was going to regret my decision. I hung my shirt on the hook, and I slid my sandals from my feet and removed my pants. Only my underwear remained. I looked up at Al, his muscles wet in the spray of the shower. His penis was erect now, a straight shaft with the head just slightly covered by a foreskin, not quite seven inches in length, a perfect penis. I stepped out of my underwear. My erection, only slightly longer and thicker than his, formed an upward pointing angle with my body.

I stepped into the spray.

“You’re in control,” Al told me. “All I ask is that you hold me.”

I pulled him to me and kissed him. I held him tightly to me. My tongue explored his tongue; then I licked his jawline and kissed his neck. I turned him and held him from behind. My hands cupped his furry pecs.

I wanted to suck his dick and taste his cum. I wanted to slide my hardness into him. Then my brain took over. ‘You’re not in love with him.’ I let go of him and turned around. “Fuck.” I leaned my head against the wall.

I felt an arm on my shoulder. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want me?”

“Fuck yeah, I want you,” I blubbered. “But for all the wrong reasons.” I got out of the shower and dried off. I slipped my underwear over my still hard dick. As I put my clothes on, I tried to explain it to him. “Alvin, I like you. I like you a lot. I feel as though you’re going to be my best friend. I’m not ready to fuck my best friend, but you are so fucking sexy. No, I’ve spent the last five years or so convincing myself that there’s someone out there for me to love, and he’s the one I want to have sex with. Maybe I’ll change my mind. I don’t know. Maybe we’ll fall in love. But I don’t want to ruin things for us and be filled with regret.”

Alvin walked up to me; he had toweled off and the towel was around his waist. “I didn’t mean to push you; you’re just so sexy, and you’re the first guy who’s actually wanted to spend time with me.”

“I think we’re in the ‘Bro’ stage of our friendship, and I want you to know that you’re so fucking sexy that my dick wants you bad. But my brain is still in charge.”

Alvin finished dressing. “What time do you head to breakfast?”

Two weeks later, on a Friday, while Al and I were out with Steve and Theo for pizza, Al told them about Bill and Jessie.

“And you just sat there on your bed while they screwed?” asked Theo with a low voice.

“Yep,” nodded Al. “I’m not sure how she didn’t fall off that little pencil dick of his,” he giggled.

“Well not everyone can have a huge dick like you, Al. Be kind.” I said.

Steve interjected, “So you’ve seen his cock? Is it a nice one? Have you guys done the nasty?”

“We’re friends,” said Al curtly. “We’re like brothers. Brothers don’t fuck each other; except maybe in your home town.”

“Ouch,” said Theo, and then we all started laughing.

“No, Steve,” I said. “We’re best friends, so you still have a chance to get taken by a real man.”

“I have my real man.” Steve grabbed Theo’s hand.

“Really?” I asked. You seemed awfully interested in Al’s dick just a second ago.”

“Just shooting the shit,” Steve replied, sounding a little irritated. “You guys have plans for the weekend? I’m hoping to have the room for most of tomorrow.” He glanced over at Al. Al glanced at me.

“I have a paper to write, so Al can study in my room.”

“Then it’s settled,” smiled Theo.

A gentle rain made getting to class a little slipperier that Monday. Writing my paper had been easier than I thought it would. Al spent most of the day working on his assignments. He only asked me once if I had changed my mind. We watched an episode of Star Trek before heading to dinner. We saw Steve in the dining hall, and he let us know that he and Theo had had an argument, so Al could come back any time.

I turned my paper in without incident. There was no lecture for that class, so I headed to my math class and arrived early. Only a few students were inside the lecture hall. I’d entered through the first floor door and as I looked up, I saw a guy I’d not noticed in class before. I assumed he was from the previous class; he seemed frustrated and had a really cute expression on his face. I didn’t usually just walk up to people and start talking, but I decided to risk it.

As I headed up the stairs, I had the feeling that he was glancing at me but looking away quickly so I wouldn’t see him glancing at me. I got closer, and he looked up at me and smiled with a little nod to his head. His brown hair was thick and his bangs reached almost to his eyebrows. He had beautiful green eyes. He didn’t have any earrings. I’d seen so many of the freshman guys get earrings over the past month, and I guess I’m one of the few men who doesn’t find them attractive.

“Hi there,” I said. “You’re looking frustrated.”

“Understatement,” he said back. “You’re in this math class, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Ryan Cooper.” I put out my hand, and we shook.

“Spencer Greene. I’m lost. I was sick for about a week and a half. I’ve been able to keep up with my other classes, but I’ve missed something here and I don’t have a clue what to do.”

“What was the last day you were here in class?”

“I’ve missed four classes, so it was five counting back.”

I opened my noted book and found the class he’d attended. “Do you have notes for that day?”

“Yeah, they’re right here.” Spencer opened his notebook to the page.

“Does everything from that day make sense to you?”

He began looking over his notes. I studied them as well.

“Oh, wait,” I said. “There’s a problem here. I think you copied it down and flipped it.”

“That’s one that didn’t make sense when I went back over it. See, I made a note here.”

I referred to my notebook. “Yeah, you flipped these two variables.”

Spencer looked at my notes. “Fuck. That makes sense now.”

“Do you have class this afternoon, Spencer?”

“No. I’ve kept my afternoons open for studying.”

“I’ll be happy to go over this stuff and get you caught up.”

“Awesome, dude. I’d really appreciate it.” Spencer looked up at me. His eyes were even more beautiful at this distance. “Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. After class, how about I get lunch, and then we can start right after that?”

“Sounds great,” I replied.

Students began to file in; the professor came in a few moments later. “Mr. Greene,” the professor called.

“Shit, he wants to ask me about the work.” Spencer stood up.

“I’ll go with you.” I followed him down to the desk at the front.

“Professor Grant,” Spencer said.

“How’s it coming for you?” he asked.

“I’ve had a problem, but I think Ryan here has helped me figure it out.”

“Ryan? Ah, Ryan Cooper, right?” Professor Grant was verifying my name.

“Yes, sir.” I said.

Spencer spoke up. “He found a mistake in my notes. He’s going to tutor me to get me up to speed.”

“Well,” the professor added, “he knows his stuff. Perfect scores so far. That’s rare.”

I felt my face get hot.

“Do you think he’ll be back on track by the end of the week?” He directed the question to me.

“I think so,” I replied. I got the distinct impression that Professor Grant was checking out the bulge in Spencer’s pants. It wasn’t inordinately large, but it was nice.

“Let me know if you have problems, fellows.”

“Thank you, sir.” Spencer and I said it in unison.

Spencer headed up the stairs, and I followed. I’m not a butt man, but in those sweat shorts, he had the cutest ass.

Spencer took me to lunch at the Fungus Station, a new restaurant just off campus that had mushrooms in every item on the menu. He ordered fried mushrooms for us to share, and both of us ordered mushroom burgers. During lunch, I found out that Spencer came from a long line of men who attended this university. His father, knowing the distractions of the freshman dorm, had him placed in the graduate dorm in a single room. He bemoaned the fact that he didn’t get to mingle with the other freshman as much while, in the back of my head, I envied him the quiet peace of a room without Bill. I noticed that from time to time, he would touch my hand while he was talking.

Spencer had grown up in a big city in the east where he said the public transportation system was better developed, but he wanted to know whether I was up for exploring the town on a Saturday after he caught up with his work. I agreed and suggested that we take a hike around the lake at some point.

I thought the study session would go better in his room, but he wanted to see my dorm room and experience some of the excitement, and I couldn’t refuse him. I’ll admit that became a pattern with me. We made our way back, running into a few of the guys I’d become friends with since the start of the semester. Once we were in my room, we spread the notebooks out, and I realized that once Spencer heard explanations verbally, he had them. We had gone through half his assignments when Bill and Jessie came in.

“Sorry to barge in on you,” said Jessie. “It’s just that I am just really horny today. I’m probably going to start my period.”

Spencer looked at me in disbelief.

“Oh, Ryan, is this a new boyfriend? He’s so cute, especially when he blushes. She pulled her panties down and her skirt up, exposing both of us to her genitals.

Bill just grunted a nod at us, pulled the elastic of his sweats under his balls. He was already hard. Jessie sat at the edge of the bed and leaned back. Bill went right to it. Jessie moaned and Bill grunted.

Less than a minute later, Bill let out a fuck, pulled his dick out. Jessie put her mouth over it and swallowed his penis. He grabbed her head and came. “Wow, babe, you're the best.” He pulled his waistband back up while Jessie pulled up her panties.

“Later, guys,” she said as they left.

Spencer turned to me.

I tried to maintain a rather matter-of-fact look on my face.

“Question,” he said.

“Of course,” I replied.

“Actually, several.”

“I’m an answer machine.” I fought to keep from smiling.

“What did I just see?”

“Some would call it straight porn, others might say it was a demonstration of premature ejaculation. Bill calls it ‘sticking it to his girl.’”

“And this is what goes on in the dorm?”

“As far as I know, I’m the only one who’s been blessed with the Bill and Jessie show. Although, a friend of mine and I once walked in on his roommate and his roommate’s boyfriend. But we didn’t get to witness anything except some embarrassment. You’ll get to meet them later, by the way.”

“Jessie asked if I was your new boyfriend.”

“Yes, she did. That’s not a question by the way.”

“Where’s your old boyfriend?” He was looking me straight in the eyes.

“Position’s never been filled,” I said.

“Interesting.” Spencer was nodding his head.

“Not a question.”

“Jessie said I was cute.”

“Again. Not a question,” I said.

“What do you think?” He bent closer to me and touched his lips to mine.

I felt electricity shoot through me. I tried to kiss him back, but he pulled back. “You haven’t answered me.” He grinned.

“Hell, yeah, you’re cute.” I pushed forward and kissed him.

“Have you got an application?”

“What?” I asked.

“For the position of boyfriend. I want to apply.”