Alliance of Gay Students

I walked slowly back to Quad C.  Even though it was a short trip, I was drenched.  ‘What else did they know?’ I wondered.  ‘And why was he under constant surveillance?  What had he done?  Who the fuck had I fallen in love with?’

I was deep in thought as I walked up the stairs.  “Hey, Ryan, you’re soaking wet.”

I looked up; it was Blake Mitchell.  “How’ve you been doing?” I asked.

“Fucking horny,” came the response. 

“Who isn’t?” It was my roommate Bill, and he looked pissed.

“What’s the matter, Bill?”

“I’ll tell you in the room.”  He stalked off toward our room.

I shrugged at Blake and the two of us followed Bill. 

Once in the room, I stripped, toweled, and put on dry underwear.  Blake watched me the entire time.  Bill was on his back hugging a pillow.  I sat on my bed, I pointed to the chair at my desk and nodded to Blake.  “Let me clarify what’s happening here.  Blake, you’re horny.  That surprises me.”

“Really?” asked Blake.

“No, Blake.  You spend your day looking for a blowjob”

“And the problem with that is?” he chuckled.  “What I’d really like is to get fucked after sucking on a nice stiff cock.  Or maybe both at once.”

I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes.  “Bill, why are you pissed?”

“Jessie said she found a guy with a bigger dick.  She doesn’t want me anymore.  I’m going to have to go back to jerking myself off.  I’m not happy about that.  Do you know how long it took to find a girl who would blow me any time I wanted?”

“I’ll blow you,” said Blake.

“What?” Bill sat up.

“Sure.  A dick’s a dick.  Yours is as good as the next one, but,” Blake continued, “you have to blow me first; reciprocity.”

“I didn’t know you knew words with that many syllables,” I said.

“I ain’t never blown a guy,” said Bill.

“I’m sure you’d be good at it.  Most guys are.  Guys give better head, everybody knows that,” Blake assured him.

“Well…”  I couldn’t tell whether he was hesitant or considering the possibilities.

“Hey, man, it’s just a blowjob.”  Blake moved and sat next to Bill.  “Ryan’s not going to video it and post it.”  He looked at me.  “You’re not, are you?”

“Well, not now that you’ve asked me not to.”  I rolled my eyes for the second time.

“Tell you what, Bill,” Blake said as he moved his face closer to Bill’s, “if you let me fuck you, I’ll let you fuck me.”

“I… uh… I did always want to know what that felt like,” Bill admitted.

Blake leaned in and kissed Bill.  Bill kissed back.  Their tongues were out and they were going at it.  I was surprised that they went at it so fast.  I was also surprised that my dick started to get hard.  This was like watching gay porn but without paying for the membership.

“You really kiss good,” said Blake.

I found his lack of educated grammar to be annoying; still, their kissing made my dick drip.

“You do, too.  I can’t believe how much it turns me on.”  Bill took his shirt off.  In all the times Jessie and he had done it in front of me, he always wore his shirt.  I’d seen his chest many times since he came back from the shower with just a towel to hide his pecker.  To me, it was nothing special.  He didn’t have any muscle definition, but when Blake saw his chest, he oohed and began sucking on Bill’s nipples.  Bill responded by tilting his head back and moaning ‘yes.’

I noticed that Blake’s right hand was working between Bill’s legs.  His mouth moved back to Bill’s face and he was kissing him again.  I couldn’t believe how the two of them were moaning.  Blake stood up and removed all his clothes.  I heard him tell Bill to start sucking him.  Bill’s mouth took Blake’s dick right in.  Blake seemed to be just a little bigger than Bill, and the way he was slurping, it didn’t look like his first time.  I had to resist rubbing my crotch.  It also didn’t take long for Blake to come.  I was surprised that Bill swallowed every drop and sat up with a smile on his face.  The two of them had shit stupid grins on their faces.

“I want you to fuck me now,” said Bill.  Then I want you to stay the night so we can keep fucking and sucking.

Blake’s “Yeah, baby,” reminded me of Austin Powers, but he pulled Bill’s pants and underwear down and pushed Bill’s legs up.  He pushed his dick into Bill without any lube, and Bill took it like a man.  He kept asking Blake to fuck him harder.

No one was going to believe what I was witnessing; not that I was going to tell anyone, except Spencer.  Spencer.  What was going on there?  Was his every movement being spied on?  And was the ‘Be Careful’ warning because I was in some kind of danger, or did I need to be careful in order to protect him?

I slid down in my bed just in time to get a perfect view of Blake’s spraying Bill’s ass with cum.  I heard them kissing again just before Bill said, “I think I’m going to like boys better than girls.” Then he giggled.

Blake replied, “Wait until you fuck my tight ass; you’ll never go back.”

I had a fitful night of sleep.  Nightmares of Spencer’s being trapped in places that I couldn’t open or couldn’t find.  On top of that, the two rabbits in the bed next to mine must have fucked at least three more times in the middle of the night.  And they weren’t quiet.

I felt dead when the alarm went off at six-thirty.  I showered longer than usual before dressing and heading to the cafeteria for breakfast.  I sat at the same table with my helping of scrambled eggs, a waffle, orange juice and two coffees. I drank one of them straight.

Spencer arrived at ten after seven; he came straight to the table, put his hand on my shoulder, leaned over and kissed my ear, and said, “Let me get some coffee and a croissant, and I’ll be right back.”  He joined me less than two minutes later.

“I called my dad after you left, but he wouldn’t talk to me.  He said he’d be in contact with me later.”

“I don’t understand this, Spencer.”

“My dad is trying to control me.  He picked my school; I wanted to go somewhere else, but I’m actually glad he won that battle.  I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.

“He also picked my major.  He told me he wouldn’t pay for school if I didn’t do what he wanted.  The good thing, if there is one, is that I wanted to be an accounting major and business minor.  So that part worked out, too.  The thing that’s not working out is he doesn’t want me to have friends.”

“Well,” I touched his hand, “it’s too late for that.  What would happen if you stayed overnight in my room?”

“He’ll know I wasn’t in my room.  I’m not sure what he would do.”

“So we can be together everyday until nine; I guess that’s your curfew time.  And no holding hands in public.”

“But I want to hold your hands in public.”

“I do, too, but I want to keep you out of trouble.  Hey, I’ve got two classes today, then I just need to do some reading and studying.  I can do it in the library, my room, or your room.”

“I’ve got two classes as well.  Eleven fifteen in my room?”

“I love you, Spence.”

“I believe you do, and I love you, too.”

Spencer bit into his croissant, and I took a swig of coffee.  It was going to be a slow morning.

Alvin walked up to the table with his tray.  I hadn’t even noticed that he came in.  He sat down and looked at me.  “I’m in love with Todd.  I’m sure of it.  I can tell.  It’s absolutely wonderful, and it scares the shit out of me.”

I looked over at Spencer.  “Love is like that.”

Spencer smiled at me.

“How did I know so fast?” asked Al.  “And why doesn’t he see that I’m…”

I cut him off.  “Average looking.”

“I was going to say unattractive.”

“I know you were, and I think that the next time, I’ll just let you say it and then beat the fucking shit out of you.”  I pinched his cheek.

“What makes you think that you’re unattractive,” asked Spencer.

I saw Al take a little sigh.  “I guess it’s mostly my teeth.  They’re so crooked.  I wanted braces as a kid.  All my friends at school had them. There was even a doctor who would have done them for free if my mom had filled out the paperwork, but she said my ugly face reminded her everyday not to get drunk and fuck around.”

Spencer’s mouth dropped just a little.  “She actually said that.”

“And worse,” I said.  I wanted to slap that bitch of a mother he had.  “You know, sometimes people get braces as adults.  I wonder if there are programs for college students the way there are for little kids.  We should ask around.”

“You think there might be?”  The corners of Al’s mouth were in a little smile.

“But back to Todd,” I said.  “He likes you, or he likes likes you?”

“He says that he thinks he’s falling in love with me.” Al’s smile went broader.

“That’s wonderful,” said Spencer.  “I’m really happy for you.”

“I need to go, and so do you, Alvin, or you’re going to be late.”

“Yeah, I should’ve got up earlier.”

“Or, you shouldn’t have stayed up so late,” I raised my eyebrows as I looked at him.

“Yeah,” he giggled, “but my sore ass says it was worth it.”

The morning did drag by; two cups of coffee were not enough.  After class, I was dragging.  I needed a good night’s sleep.  I just hoped that Blake and Bill weren’t still at it.  Honestly, I was going to have to kick them out of the room if they were still trying to impregnate the other.  My brain was foggy; maybe Spencer would let me nap a little before lunch.  I pulled open the heavy door to the graduate dorm.  I found myself feeling sleepier in the cool air of the graduate dorm.  I trudged up the stairs and down the hall toward Spencer’s room.  The security man was standing outside the door.

“Good morning, Mr. Security Guy,” I said.  He was less scary in the daytime; he was actually cute.

“My name is Vincent.”

“I’d introduce myself, but you already know my name.  Are you here to keep me away?”

“Look, Ryan, I have nothing against you, and I have nothing against Spencer.  In fact, I’m a little envious of what you have.  He smiles now; he didn’t smile much before you.”

“Thanks for that.  Tell me Vincent, are you looking for the right man to spend your evenings with?” I asked him.

He looked at me as if he wanted to say something, then he looked toward the ceiling.  In a whisper, he said, “I could lose my job if I answered that.”

“Vincent, I have many friends who are looking for their life partner.  Maybe you’d get along with one of them.  Tell me, when you play baseball, are you the pitcher or the catcher.”

“I usually place second base.”

“No,” I chuckled.  “That’s not what I mean.  When I look at my list of friends, would you prefer someone from the top of my list or the bottom of my list.”

“Huh?  Oh.  I see.  I actually haven’t been a pitcher or a catcher.  I want to keep my job.”

“Your job won’t keep you warm come winter.  Let me say this, you’re cute; you’re well-built.  Your uniform makes you very hot.  Lots of people I know would want to know you better.  You let me know if you change your mind.”

Vincent continued to look at me without saying anything.

“Thanks for not turning us in for holding hands.”

He nodded.

“Can I go in?” I asked.

“He’s with his brother.”

“His brother?  That was fast.”

“I’m sure it’s in response to Spencer’s calling his father last night.”

“Fuck, Vincent, do you even know when Spence takes a dump?”

“I told you to be careful.  I meant it.”  He said that through clenched teeth.

I nodded.  “Thanks.”

“Maybe when I’m off duty, we can double off campus, if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” I said.  “What’s your type?”

“Breathing.”

I smiled at his answer.  I knew the perfect guy to ask.

“I’m off on Saturday and Sunday.”

“Saturday, noon, Fungus Station.”

Vincent rapped on the door.  A man who didn’t resemble Spencer answered it.  I walked in.