Alliance of Gay Students

Spencer pressed his lips to mine. It was the perfect end to our day together.

I walked back to my dorm room with a warm feeling inside me. Probably from the friction, I told myself jokingly. I opened the door and went inside. The lights were off, but in the light coming through the window I could tell that Bill and Blake were under the covers. Their grunting told me they were at it again. My reaction seemed ridiculous considering that cum was still dripping from my ass. I got under my covers and turned away. Once the noise from the other side of the room stopped, I fell asleep.

The rest of the week went smoothly despite our having to maintain discretion in front of our friends. Spencer and I were able to get together at least once per day, sometimes in his room, sometimes in mine. We were never together away from the rooms. We had decided to meet at the Fungus Station. Vincent told Spencer that the man who “watches” him on the weekends stayed in the observation room the entire time, so we didn’t have to worry about being followed.

Vincent was waiting out from when I arrived. He was in a t-shirt and running shorts. The shirt showed off his defined musculature, and the shorts revealed a nice sized package. I was actually turned on by what I saw. Vincent stood and put his hand out.

I reached out my hand, and we shook. “Hell, Vincent. I thought you were hot in your uniform. If Spence didn’t already have my heart, I’d go out with you.”

“You’re saying that to be nice. I’m nervous as shit. I almost canceled.” He scanned the parking lot.

“You’ll be fine. I just want you to know that if you don’t hit it off with him, just tell me you need me to help you shop for a new monitor. That said, if you do hit it off, I know he’s looking for someone to date, so this is not just a pre-hook-up meeting. The first time I met him, Simon told me that he wanted a boyfriend or jack-off partner. That means he’s not looking for a fuck buddy. Personally, I think you should look for boyfriend material. Don’t settle for being someone’s buddy.”

Vincent nodded. I saw Spencer walking into the parking lot.

“Spence is here. You go in with him. I’ll wait for Simon. I told him to meet me out front. Order some fried mushrooms, two orders of them; they’re really good.”

“Thanks, buddy.” Vincent turned and joined Spencer on the stairs. Spencer was doing too well ignoring me in public; although, he did make up for it when we were alone. I sat on the bench and had just crossed my legs when Simon drove into the lot in an older Chevy Impala. That certainly wasn’t the car I thought he’d be driving.”

“Hey, Ryan,” he waved. He walked up and gave me a bro hug. “I’m so fucking nervous, dude. I wanted to jack-off before meeting him. You know, so I didn’t have a premature problem later, in case we hit it off. But my noodle is as limp as can be.”

“You don’t need to worry, Simon. He’s not the kind of guy who fucks on a first date.” And, I thought, Vincent is more than likely going to be turned off by that bright yellow, flowery shirt and knee length shorts held up by suspenders. The rainbow socks and sandals gave me a good idea why a cute guy like Simon was still single.

“I didn’t mean to imply that he’s a slut.”

“Simon, let’s eat lunch, and then the two of us will debrief back out here.” We went up the steps and stopped at the podium to tell the host that we were meeting some friends who were already there.

“Oh, girl, I love your outfit.” His name badge read “Jon.” I saw Simon’s face blush. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s OK,” I cut him off. “I see our friends.”

The mushrooms arrived a few minutes after Simon and I sat down. The conversation was an arduous task. Vincent and Simon avoided eye contact after the initial introductions. I was obviously not a matchmaker. Spencer and I tried to move the conversation, but large gaps of silence seemed to be the word of the day.

Simon got up and excused himself for the restroom. A sign indicated that it was to the back of the restaurant, but he headed to the front. I wondered whether he would come back. I looked at Vincent. “I guess he’s not your type.”

“He’s dressed like a clown. Actually, that’s disparaging to clowns,” Vincent said under his breath. “I think we need to go shop for that monitor.”

I grabbed the last mushroom. The waiter came by to take our entrée orders, and I told him that we were leaving. I reached for my wallet, and Spencer handed the man a credit card.

“Let me see if I can find Simon,” I said.

“Is that the man who was sitting with you with the cool socks?” asked the waiter.

I looked over at Spencer and Vincent with a raised eyebrow. “Sure as fuck is,” I said.

The waiter chucked. “He’s talking to Jon at the front.”

“Of course he is.” I put my forefinger on the table. “Meet me out front in five.”

I walked to the front doors.

“Outside Simon.”

“I’ll be here at six to get you,” he said to Jon.

I walked down to the bench and turned. Simon was a few steps behind. “I cannot believe how fucking rude you were to my friend.”

“But I just…”

“I don’t fucking care. I know you two didn’t hit it off, and that’s not what this is about. And it’s not about you’re wanting to fuck Jon after he gets finished working.”

Simon’s jaw clenched, and he looked as pissed as I was.

“This is about your walking away from the table and not coming back. The lie you said about going to the restroom. Your lack of honesty and lack of social grace astounds me.”

“Yeah? Well fuck you. You set me up with a loser and want me to play nice.”

“You know nothing about him. You didn’t even ask. And consider this, I thought highly enough of you to think you might be a good match for one of my best friends. I obviously misjudged you.” I walked back up the steps as Vincent and Spencer stepped out.

“So, are we still going to shop for that monitor?” Vincent smiled at me. “Or is there something else you want to do today?”

“Sorry, Vincent. I… I… don’t know what to say. I suck at picking the right guy for other people, I guess.”

“Well, you didn’t do so bad for yourself. I’m not blaming you for the way it turned out.” He laughed as we walked down the stairs. “I couldn’t believe the waiter liked his socks. And with sandals. Who the fuck wears socks with sandals?”

“Old white guys,” said Spencer.

“Where to now, then,” I asked.

“Hey, how about the little bakery that’s about three blocks that way?” Vincent suggested.

“Yeah, I’ve heard about it. It’s supposed to be really good.”

“I’m game,” added Spencer.

We walked the short trip to the bakery, and the first thing I noticed when we walked in were baguettes proudly displayed. The second was a guy at the counter from my French class. He turned and nodded.

“Salut, Ryan. Ça va?”

“Ah, Ouais. Et toi, Ken?” I replied.

“Going OK for me, too. Just out for a baguette and something to drink?

I saw him glance at Spencer and Vincent. “This is my boyfriend Spencer.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Spencer.

“Next,” called the man behind the counter.

Ken was looking at Vincent. I turned to Spencer, “How about half a baguette for each of us and a bottle of water?” I pulled out a twenty.

Spencer glared at me and told the man behind the counter, “Two baguettes and 4 bottles of Ozarka.” Then to Ken, “Did you want something besides the bread?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean for you to order for me. No that’s all I came for.”

“Ken,” I pulled his attention back. “This is Vincent. He’s a friend of ours.” I saw Ken’s eyes twinkle.

Vincent put out his hand. “I’m really glad to meet you, Ken.”

“Me, too.”

“Why don’t you two head outside. I’ll help Spencer with the water.”

“Sure,” said Vincent. “Come on, Ken. There’s some shade over that way.”

They walked out of the bakery, and I stood next to Spencer. He looked over at me, and I smiled. “Well aren’t you the cat who swallowed the canary?” Yes I was; I could feel the vibes between them.

“I’ll take the water,” I said as I took all four bottles. “Don’t drop the bread.” I pushed the door open with my back and let Spencer exit. I kept smiling the entire time. I glanced over at Vincent and Ken. They were talking non-stop. Spencer looked over at me. “I was just hoping for someone who would go on a date with him. At the rate they’re going, one of them is going to end up pregnant.”

“They do look cute together,” Spencer admitted.

I heard the squeal of brakes, and an SUV did a U-turn and pulled up next to them. The window rolled down. “Hey, Ryan.” It was Alvin.

“Hey, Al,” I called back. I walked toward the tank of a vehicle. Spencer walked to Vincent and Ken. “What’s up, Al? Hey Todd.” Todd was behind the wheel.

“We’re headed to the big park on 34th Street. Y’all want to come?”

I decided for all of us. “Hey, guys, let’s go to the park.”

The three of them walked to the edge of the street.

“Want to sit in the back with me?” I asked Spencer.

Spencer’s eyes narrowed. “I think you should sit in the back with Ken, so he doesn’t feel left out.”

“Well, OK. Ken, want to sit in the back with me?” Now, Vincent’s eyes narrowed.

Vincent’s hand reached for Ken’s. “Sit with me.”

Ken blushed.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” said Todd. “Just get into the fucking car. Cripes.”

I pulled the back door open, pulled the back of the seat forward and crawled into the 3rd row seat pulling Spencer with me. Spencer smiled the entire way. As Vincent and Ken got into the car, Spencer gave me his baguette. He managed to turn to kiss me while fondling my dick and balls. He adjusted the position of his head and kissed my ear. “My dick wants your hole so bad.”

Looking down at the small seat we were in, I tried to imagine how I could arrange myself to let him fuck me. I was able to reach his dick once I dropped my bottle of water. He was really hard. I dropped the baguettes behind me, and I pulled my knees up to my chest. With Spencer’s help, I got my shorts and underwear onto my thighs enough to expose my throbbing man pussy. I pushed the elastic of Spencer’s pants down.

In the front seat, Al and Todd were singing to a Carpenter’s song. In the middle seat, Ken’s head was on Vincent’s shoulder. They were hitting it off well. In the back seat, I pulled Spencer’s dick against my hole then grabbed his hips and jerked. His cock entered me like a hot poker; it hurt like hell, but I clenched my jaw and didn’t let out a sound. The way Spence’s eyes rolled back and his head swayed, I wondered whether he would pass out.

He began to thrust in and out as much as the space would allow. The searing pain eased, and I could feel the head of his cock poke against my prostate. Pleasure began to overtake me. I continued to clench my jaw shut. My eyes were locked with Spencer’s now, and he began to hump me faster. When his eyes squeezed shut, I knew it was coming. I felt the change that accompanies one lover leaving behind a load of cum, and I leaned forward and kissed him.

I kept my ass squeezed tight as we maneuvered my clothing back down and around my ass. I pulled his elastic band up and over his now deflating dick. Now Spencer looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. I made plans to push him down behind some bushes in the park and take his ass as he had taken mine, but there were too many cops patrolling the park. Spencer would have to wait.