This is based on a true story; one I wrote at the request of a young man who read some of my stories and asked if I might write his. His intent was to use the story to come out to his roommate by "accidentally" leaving it out for his roommate to find. I asked for and was given literary license in enhancing some of the dialogue and expanding some of the events and situations. Names and places have been changed and the story has been embellished further by me to protect identities. Some readers may identify with or even recognize themselves in some of the characters. Others will be left to wonder. We will leave it at that. (The author)


My name is Jason. I'm 22 years old at this writing, with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, six feet tall, 175-180 well-muscled, well-toned pounds, lean hips and very defined, tight enviable abs. My shoulders are quite broad, made to look broader by my narrow waist. My chest is strong and well-muscled and I have big arms with the impressive bluish veins curling around the biceps; not freakish bodybuilder arms. I have strong, muscular thighs, an overall athletic build that, not bragging, turns heads. None of this is brag; it's how my roommate, Will, has described me. What I consider an added bonus is my thick 8.5" inch uncircumcised cock that has served me well.

Will, my college roommate, is 21, blonde, with light, vibrant blue eyes, built similar to me but with bigger arms and a bigger cock. He is very athletic, with the grace of an athlete in every move.

I didn't write this. I was reading erotic stories on a gay website when I came across one in particular that impressed me. I found more of this author's stories and read them all. He had such a knack for creating such realistic characters and situations. All the while I was thinking, Wow, if only I could write like that. It was a long shot but I decided to contact the author and make a most unusual request. I asked him if he could take my thoughts and fantasies and dreams and mold them into a story that would express my feelings. This is that story as related to him, as he has constructed it. My idea was to have those thoughts and dreams on paper so they could accidentally be left out and "discovered" by my roommate so he would know how I feel about him.

Late August, 1st year of college:

Driving to college, I tried not to worry about it but I couldn't get it off my mind. I didn't want to get stuck with some dweeb or pencil-neck, bug-eyed geek but the alternative could be just as bad, or worse. Of course, I wouldn't be rooming with a jock; they would all off in their own little world, but if my roommate turned out to be some homophobe hunk, my life would be miserable. I pulled into a parking spot in front of the dorm marked "Unloading Only" and heaved a big sigh as I turned off the engine; it'd been a long trip.

"Well, here goes nothing," I said as I got out. I stretched and worked the kinks out as I looked around.

I loaded up with everything I could carry and headed up the walk. The guy coming out held the door open for me but didn't offer to help carry my shit. I would've offered, but then I was from a small town where you were raised with manners. My room number was 212 so I started up the stairs. I was in good shape, but by the time I reached the top I thought maybe I had loaded myself down with too much stuff. I walked down the hall to 212 and sat the trunk-on-wheels down that I'd been dragging along so I could open the door. I bent down to grab the handle and when I rose up I got the jolt of my life, one that was going to hurl me into heaven or plunge me into a living hell.

There stood the most perfectly formed male I had ever laid eyes on, at least from the back, and he was naked. He was standing with his back to me, fumbling with the stereo, trying to find a station while he dried his hair with his other hand. Just the way he stood, his stance, sent shivers through me, the jaunt of his hips that cocked his butt at an angle and one leg sort of thrown out. The fact that he was naked welded my feet to the floor. He had incredibly broad shoulders, heaped with muscle that rippled as he rubbed the towel over his short-cropped hair with a hand that was connected to an arm bulging with a bicep the size of a grapefruit. His muscles at the sides of his shoulders were the size of soccer balls. His back tapered down to a tiny waist that continued down till his thighs flared out beautifully with heavy, powerful muscles. Set on his hips was the most gorgeous, most perfectly formed butt I'd ever seen. Round, smooth, set high and tight, no sag, and in pale contrast to his tanned legs and upper body. He shifted his weight and his butt muscles flexed and shifted as well, almost taking my breath away. I immediately wondered if I was in the wrong place; I thought he must be one of the jocks.

He found the station he wanted and turned around and saw me standing there. Lord knows what kind of expression I had on my face; dumb-struck awe, I'm sure. He held the towel in front of him, not to hide his nakedness; it was just the way he held it.

"Well, I see you made it," he said, in a low, sexy voice that made my stomach flutter; that and a pair of dark blue, eyes that could only be described as vibrant and that I just knew were looking right into my soul. If the back of him was perfection, I had no words to describe the front. Those shoulders again, sloping down from his traps then spreading out from his muscular neck that was as wide as his head, with those sexy veins running down the thick column of his neck. His chest was so wide....Godd, such big, thick pecs that looked like two hunks of prime rib slapped onto his ribcage. Nipples standing out bigger than pencil erasers, erected, I was sure, from his shower. I wanted to cry over his abs. They were set in his torso like an uneven stack of bricks. Not a six-pack; he had the whole case of eight. I wondered where this guy worked out, how long he had been lifting weights.

I made a sweeping glance down to his magnificent thighs that looked like they had been developed and crafted to support the Colossus of Rhodes. But then my attention was drawn back the magnificence between them as he lowered the towel and held it at his side. He had a cock like I had never imagined or seen in any of the videos or magazines I'd seen. Hell, at the moment of visual contact, I couldn't even bring up words to describe it. All this in a flash of a second or two before I answered him.

"Yeah.....I'm here," I said stupidly, trying not to let my eyes focus on his big cock that was jouncing around as he finished drying his hair. That, too, no doubt fluffed up from his shower, and the feel-good irritation of drying himself. Still no descriptive words would come and I couldn't seem to move.

"You want me to help you with that stuff?" he asked as I just stood there.

"No, I....I can get it," I said, but for some reason I still didn't come through the door. He gave me a funny look. Suddenly I thought I should come right out and tell him I was gay, so admissions could reassign me to another room. I nearly blurted it out but caught myself. I didn't want to be reassigned. Why in hell would I reject such a magnificent gift from fate? I wanted to be in the same room with this guy and live through whatever hell he might put me through, barring physical harm, and there would be none of that unless he was a homophobe and found out about me.

Finally, he walked toward me and I sort of backed out of the doorway, half wondering if he might be going to shove me out; like maybe he had discovered my secret written all over my face. I could barely keep my eyes from being glued to his big swinging cock. Instead, he reached down and took the handle of my trunk and dragged it into the room. He set it down and put out his hand.

"Will Price," he said. "Funny name, I know, but my Mom thought it sounded revolutionary, like somebody from the Revolutionary War."

"It's a good name," I managed as I shook his hand and my eyes took in the huge bicep bulging and rippling.

"You got a name?" he asked when I didn't say anything else.

Yeah, I did, but for the moment I'd completely forgotten it. "Jason Miller," I said finally.

"Good name," he said. "Sounds like aristocracy."

"Not hardly," I said. I didn't want to let go of his hand. It dwarfed mine, with big, thick fingers wrapped around mine that I was imaging could do all sorts of other wonderful things. I was relieved with his welcoming gestures but I was still unsure whether I could keep my secret from him, or if I should.

"I've got all my shit put away; I took the top bunk," he said.

"That's okay with me."

"You got any more stuff to bring up?" he asked as he held out a pair of shorts to put on.

"Yeah, one more trip," I said.

"Let me get something on and I'll help you."

"I can manage it," I said, and immediately I regretted it. I should let him help; he was being friendly, and besides, I would be exceedingly proud to be seen with the big stud. On the other hand, I didn't want him to put on anything else besides those skimpy, white briefs he had in his hand. I lingered back till he put them on and my Godd, they were almost indecent. A band of cotton material less than two inches wide hugged his hips and the front stretched out to form a pouch that strained to contain his massive manhood, sagging under its weight. But, ignoring me, he grabbed a pair of hiking shorts and pulled them on and was following me as I went out the door.

I think I skipped down the stairs, and I was walking somewhere above the sidewalk as we went down the stairs and out to my car; me with this gorgeous muscle hunk, wearing just his shorts, barefoot and bare-chested. I saw the way several others noticed him, males and females alike, and I was doubly proud to be seen with him. I didn't think he even noticed.

I set about emptying my car of the rest of my belongings and he picked up everything I set out on the sidewalk except the laundry bag that I kept.

"I can take some of that," I said.

"Naw, I've got it," he said, and walked off.

I lagged a little behind him so I could watch his tight butt muscles churning and flexing inside his shorts, and see the workings of his muscular thighs and the rippling of his back and shoulder muscles. It was even more of a treat seeing it all when he went up the steps.

"You work out?" he asked as we came back in the room.

"Not as much as you do, obviously," I said.

He laughed. "I just got back from working out. They've got a good workout room here," he said.

"I'll have to work up a routine," I said. "You look like you do more than just work out to keep in shape. Do you compete or something?"

He almost blushed at my compliment. "Heck, no. Even if I had what it takes, I wouldn't have the balls to get up there in front of a whole bunch of people in one of those skimpy little posing suits that those guys wear."

"Yeah, I've seen those," I said, wondering if he could even find one to contain all of his cockmeat. "But maybe you could find something more like the briefs you're wearing; they show off plenty," I said. Fuck, where did that come from! Now he knew that I'd noticed his briefs! But he didn't seem to take anything from it, except that it was a good idea.

"Yeah, that's a good idea, if I ever decide to," he said. "Listen, if you're real modest or religious or anything, I can wear more clothes, otherwise, I usually run around in as little as possible, sometimes nothing at all."

Yeah, it was going to be hell, but I certainly didn't want him to cover up his gorgeous body.

"Hey, you don't have to apologize for the way you're put together," I said.

"I wasn't apologizing," he said.

"Well, I'm not overly religious or modest, so run around any way you please," I said. "But thanks for asking."

"Okay. I just want us to get along. You let me know if there's anything I do that bothers you; we'll work it out."

"Okay, you, too," I said.

"What's your major?" he asked.

"Computer Science. Yours?"

"Architecture," he said.

"Can't help noticing, you've got a great tan," I remarked.

"Yeah, but the tan lines look goofy when I wear briefs like this, so I'm stuck with wearing my boxer swim suit. I've been thinking about getting an all over tan so I can wear anything."

"Where would you go to do that, a tanning bed?" I asked.

"No, I tried one of those things and I didn't fit too well in it," he said. "I'd go to the same place I go now, up on the roof of the gym. I've seen guys laying out naked. Some girls, too."

"And how would you handle that, being naked with naked girls around?"

"I would just handle it. They're up there to get a tan, not to have sex. Of course if anything developed...well...I would go with the flow. But I've never seen anything out of line."

I got my shit unpacked and settled in, still wondering how I was going to manage living in the same room with this god of a man. I realized how difficult that was going to be when I was putting my stuff in the bathroom, in the cabinet over the sink. He came in and stood right behind me, a little to one side, to show me where he'd put his stuff.

"If you need more room, I can put some of this shit in my trunk," he said.

Godd, he smelled good from his shower, and he was so close that I could feel his body heat. It was like heat lightning putting out little eddies of electricity.

"I've got plenty of room," I said.

"I already checked the place out, there's a kitchen upstairs but it's not open yet. Neither is the canteen. Nearest place is Arby's. Do you wanta go get something to eat?" he asked.

"Yeah, but let me shower first and wash off some of this road grime. It's almost a six hour drive and no air conditioning, I'm pretty cruddy."

"Over seven for me," he said. "Hey, why don't I just go pick up something while you're showering and we can eat here."

"Okay with me."

"How do like your meat?" he asked as he was putting on shoes and a shirt.

I almost choked. Godd, didn't he have the slightest clue?

"I think Arby's cooks it only one way, well done," I said.

"I meant, what do you want on it?"

My mouth, I wanted to say. "The works."

"You got it."

It didn't matter how they cooked it or what they put on it, I would eat anything he brought back. Believe me, anything! He didn't even have to go to fuckin' Arby's. I would eat him, raw!

I showered and put on some good smelling body splash. I purpose delayed putting anything on till he got back. I didn't know why--I wasn't usually like that--but I wanted this guy to see me naked. I wanted so bad to impress him. I had a pair of white boxer briefs handy and I timed it so I was pulling them on just as he came through the door. I didn't bother with anything else, hoping he would strip back down to his briefs.

I sat on my bunk to eat and Will sat in the chair with his feet cocked up on the desk, his long legs stretched out and his ankles crossed, causing the crotch of his shorts to protrude nicely. We talked while we ate and by the time the Arby's wrappers were wadded up and tossed aside and the last slurps of Coke were taken, we were getting comfortable with each other.

It had been a long day for both of us, and when the conversation ran thin, we both agreed it was time to go to bed. I used the bathroom first and crawled into bed, wearing my shorts, leaving the lamp for Will to turn out. He didn't bother closing the bathroom door and I could see his very masculine silhouette and hear the heavy stream splashing in the toilette. Fuck, even that was erotic; he pissed like a stallion. When he came out of the bathroom he pulled his shorts off and tossed them aside and I wished I'd taken mine off. I should've remembered what he said about not wearing clothes. With the lamp off there was still enough light in the room from the outside lights that I could see him walking toward the bunks in all his naked glory. The couple of seconds it took for him to shove himself up in his bunk gave me pause to wonder how I was going to deal with it. For those couple of seconds I had his entire muscular body at my visual disposal and within easy, dangerous reach. The bunks shook as he got settled in above me and he actually told me good night.

"Good night," I said.

He didn't say anything else so I didn't either. I just lay there with the image of his naked body emblazoned on my mind. I would spend a lot of nights like that.

As much as I loved the view of him climbing up into is bunk, and climbing down, I wished our bunks were separated so I could observe him better. I got my wish. Will hurt his shoulder lifting weights and it was a struggle for him to climb in and out of bed.

"Why don't we separate the bunks," I suggested.

"Would you mind?" he asked. "It would make the room a little more crowded."

"No, there's plenty of room. Most of the other rooms, the bunks aren't stacked," I said.

So we took his bunk down and set it along the other wall. It was a perfect view.

I had a natural curiosity about Will and everything about him, especially his sexual prowess. By his aura, he was a sexual being. I was sitting up in bed one night, unable to sleep and Will was asleep, or pretending to be.

"Are you awake?" I asked quietly.

He grunted and rolled over to face me, I could tell pretending that he had just been asleep.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing in particular. I just couldn't sleep and I figured if you weren't either we might as well use the time to get to know each other."

"Okay, what do you want to know?" he asked.

We started out talking about where we were from and our families--we were both from large families--and I managed to get Will to talk about himself. We naturally got around to high school, from which we had just graduated. He played football and he liked sailing and camping, and about any kind of music except heavy metal. We both liked football. Will was a wrestler in high school and made the finals every year and he liked soccer.

I remarked, "Well, that explains the muscles" and he laughed.

"You're not built so bad yourself, what sports did you play?" he asked.

"I played baseball and was on the swim team," I said.

I appreciated that he'd noticed my build. We were going to get along fine; we had a lot in common; except the one thing that I didn't divulge about myself. Somehow I thought he was just too damned straight to deal with it.

We talked about his sports career and jocks and girls just naturally go together so the conversation easily moved around to the "shit hot" girls we had fucked; his words.

"Yeah, wrestling around in that tight little suit you guys wear that shows everything. Advertising like that, I'll bet you fucked every girl in school," I said. "Hell, probably half the guys," I added, wondering the moment it came out of my mouth where it came from. What a fuckin' stupid thing to say!

"Not quite half," he said jokingly. But he sounded half serious!

I wondered if he was talking about half the girls or half the guys.

"You sound serious," I said.

He looked a little embarrassed but quickly got past it.

"Well...There were a couple of guys I messed around with," he admitted. "I'm not ashamed of it," he added quickly. "I'm very open minded, and they wanted what I had to give, and I sure enjoyed what they had to offer. It was as simple as that." He chuckled. "You were right, I found out the girls weren't the only ones who noticed everything showing in those tight little suits we wear."

"Are you gonna tell me about it?" I asked impatiently when he didn't go on.

"There were a couple of guys I messed around with," he admitted with a shrug. "I'm not ashamed of it," he added quickly. "I'm very open minded, and they wanted what I had to give. It was as simple as that."

"That's not exactly telling me about it," I said.

"Do you really wanta hear about it? The details?" he asked, sounding a little surprised.

"Fuck, yeah," I said, trying not to sound too excited.

"Well, there were these two guys who were really great fans of the wrestling team. We had a lot of great fans--wrestling was a popular sport in our school--but these two guys never missed a meet. Well, one time I missed the team bus. Don't ask me how, I just didn't make it on the bus and I don't know how the coach missed my name but I came out, the bus was gone and there I was, stranded at a school fifty miles from home. These guys offered me a ride." He stopped again.

I waited. "You're not going to leave me hanging like that," I growled.

"Oh, you want details," he said, laughing.

"Fuck yeah, I want details."

"Well, they started asking me all kinds of questions about wrestling, you know, from the wrestler's standpoint; they already knew a lot about the sport. Questions like why did we wear singlets--that's what those little suits are called--and they didn't see how we got by with it, the way they showed everything we had. One of them said he didn't think he could wrestle because he was afraid he would get a hardon and embarrass himself and the team; he didn't think his cock would know the difference between a guy and a girl in some of those holds he saw us get into. Then he asked me if I ever got a hardon, or if I'd ever felt a guy getting hard when he had me in a hold. I told him it happens, nobody thinks anything about it. I mean, it's not like you get a raging rail and it won't go down because you're concentrating on beating your opponent, and that's what he is, an opponent, not a sex object. The kid in the back seat remarked that he would like for me to show him some holds sometime. I said sure. Mind you, I was pretty stupid; I didn't have a clue at that point that these guys were gay. I mean, they were studly-straight as anybody I knew. Then driver said, 'How about now?'"

"I told him, 'Sometime in the gym, where's there's a mat.' He said he had a blanket in back we can use for a mat, and did I still have my tights on? I told him 'Yeah,' thinking it was an odd thing to ask me but by that time he was turning onto a gravel road. He quickly turned into a gate, into some farmer's field."

"I told them, 'Shit, guys, we can't wrestle out here in some farmer's field.'"

"They both said 'Why not?' and they were both getting out of the car and by now it was sounding like a challenge and I'm afraid I let my ego get in the way. If these guys wanted to learn about wrestling, they'd come to the right guy; I would show them. Bold and stupid as hell, I stripped down to my suit and shit, if they didn't strip down to their shorts and we went at it. I upped the challenge and told them I would take them both on at the same time. I pinned them both in nothing flat and had the one kid in a leg log where I could've choked him if I wanted to. I let the other guy up but kept the hold on his buddy. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and starts mouthing my crotch! Okay, I was stupid, but I wasn't that stupid. I suddenly realized 'duhh!' why they wanted to pull off and get me to wrestle them. I suddenly figured out why they were such big fans."

"Well, to cut to the chase, he started tugging at my suit and I figured, fuck, this wasn't a real wrestling match with a bunch of people watching, and I could just let it happen, and let 'em do what they wanted to do; everything was feeling kinda good. I released my hold on him so he could get at what he was after. He dug my cock and my balls out of the leg of my suit and started sucking it. Mann, I let out a yowl they could've heard in the next country. Damn I never had anything feel like that before. I've had a few girls to down on me, but I found out that girls don't know shit about sucking cock. The other guy saw he was being left out and he got down there to see and muttered 'Wow, Man!' and tried to take my cock away from his buddy. They tussled around a little bit till I told them there was plenty for both of them."

"They took my suit off of me and both of them got down there and started slurping on my cock and sucking my balls. Fuck, we did it every way imaginable. I even did pushups over their faces. Man, I plowed their throats; I couldn't believe how they took my cock all the way down their throats. Obviously, they'd had some practice. It was a fuckin' hot time. Shit, I'll never forget it. Not that time, and not all the times that followed."

"So you continued to give them wrestling lessons," I said.

"Every chance we got, which was at least twice a week. Best times were when we would all spend the night at one of their houses when their parents were gone and they would both work me over, all of us totally naked in bed. Man, those two guys were cock hungry. Now, how about you? What tales have you got to tell?

"Nothing so outstanding as that. I dated around," I said.

"Huh-uh, you're not getting off that easy," he said. "I bared my soul, I wanta hear something besides you dated around."

I told him that I'd experimented with a guy in high school, too, but I didn't tell him it was my best friend, and that we would still be getting together when I was home.

He laughed and said, "Man, that was WAY too experimented around with a guy in high school. I could've said I experimented around with a couple of guys in high school and left it at that."

I didn't know what to say. If I told him the whole truth I would be giving myself away. Maybe that would be a good thing; it was an opportunity to come out. I could tell him that I would've been one of those guys down there slurping on his cock. But I didn't have the guts. I didn't know him that well.

"Well, it was a farming community and the guy was a farm boy. He played football and we were on the baseball team together. We always sat together on the team bus and we hung out at school together. Then one time when his parents were gone, he invited me to stay over at his house. I had to help with the chores; milked cows, fed the pigs and chickens. We cooked up some hamburgers for supper then watched TV for a little bit before going to bed. It was the first time I ever slept with anybody else. He stripped down to the buff, so I did too. Sometime in the night we were sleeping pretty close, touching, and I think in his sleep, he spooned me and wrapped one arm around me. Next thing I know, there's a hardon pressing against my back. I didn't think all that much about it, I figured he was asleep and having a dream. Then I feel his hand moving. He said--and I'll never forget it--he said, 'Listen, I'm not gay, and I know you're not, but we can mess around if you want to.' Then next thing I know, he's reaching around for my cock. I was stunned. I had no clue. About anything."

"So what'd you do?" Will asked when I didn't continue right away.

"Same thing you did, I let him have what he wanted," I said. I felt a little guilty, but it wasn't a total lie; only that I was the one giving head.

"Did you like it?" Will asked.

"Fuck yeah, I liked it."

"Did you let him do it again?"

I laughed. "Let him? I would've begged him," I said.

"But you didn't have to," Will said.

"No, we messed around like that the rest of high school."

"Dude that was more than just experimenting around," he said.

Exciting as it was that we bared our souls to each other about our sexual exploits with other guys, nothing more ever came of it. It was just that; a baring of souls, and nothing else.

That first year was hectic for both of us as we tried to get to every single class and lecture, and we were both getting stressed out almost to the breaking point. But we gradually made friends who told us to pick only the important lectures and tutorials and just go to them. We took their advice and eventually we began to actually enjoy college.

Despite the stress, it didn't take Will long to get into the dating scene. Never underestimate the power of testosterone. It seemed to come easy for him. He was good-looking and well built, with cat-like athletic grace about him, and a sexy walk; one of those guys with a high and tight butt that flexed and rolled when he walked. One of those guys who didn't have to wear a belt, his butt held his jeans up. He attracted more than his share of attention everywhere he went, although I wasn't sure he was completely aware of it. He certainly wasn't into himself, much like the rare jocks back in high school who were never aware of their attributes, which made them even sexier.

I wasn't all that hard to look at myself, but I didn't have the ease of approach that Will did; mainly because my approach was under false pretenses. Yeah, I dated, too, but looking back, it was more a cover, and to get out and have fun. At that point in my life I wasn't ready to accept that I was gay. I don't think I even knew it. Even with the 'messing around' with the farm boy who had become my best friend, I took him at his word...neither of us were gay, we were just messing around. I just knew I didn't have the drive for women that other guys did, and I had a certain attraction--admiration, I called it--for guys.

Will and I made up a workout schedule and he showed me how to keep a workout log, patterned after his, to gauge my progress. I was nervous about going to the gym with him but I got over it after the first time. He was really helpful and he didn't try to show me up or anything. After that I was proud to be with him and to have guys know we were together. I soon discovered how easy it was to focus on pumping the weights and keep my testosterone pumping into my muscles instead of my brain or my balls. I could've easily been distracted by a couple of other muscle studs at the gym but Will was a hard taskmaster and kept me focused. The best part was when he would move in close to show me how to do the exercise right, often times using a hands-on approach that brought us into physical contact. I would've liked to view all the eye candy in the locker room and showers but we never showered there because we lived close to the gym. But I didn't mind the eye candy back in our room.

With Will's coaching and encouragement, I made surprising gains that actually showed. I never had to buy larger shirts like Will said he did, but I was soon filling out my shirts so it was noticeable. I especially liked the way my arms filled out the sleeves, and the way my chest stuck out more.

Along with working out, Will insisted that I needed to get a better tan. He took me up on the roof of the gym where we laid out in the briefest shorts we owned.

Sometime during the year we stacked the bunk beds again but we didn't' like it. I didn't like it because I couldn't stand him climbing up over my bunk naked every night. I didn't trust myself. I knew that one time I was going to reach out and touch him and I wasn't at all sure how he would handle that. We both didn't like it because we had become used to lying in bed and talking across the room. I don't remember the reason I suggested for separating the beds but Will bought it up again and we put his bed on the other side of the room again with the desk at the end of it. I still got my nightly fix of watching him crawl into bed naked--an eyeful of his tight, round butt--but he was safely out of reach. And by that time, of course I was sleeping naked, too.

I knew of the woods behind the campus. No one seemed to know for sure who it belonged to. It wasn't part of the campus but the students used it. There were a lot of small lakes and ponds and a nice creek. One time--it was early on in our more hectic stage--Will slammed his books shut and stood up.

"I gotta get out of here. Let's go back in the woods and go swimming while it's still warm enough."

We put on our swimsuits under our jeans and headed to the woods. It was still warm and sunny, but the water was cold. It was worth the chill, though, to have the view of Will in his Speedo-style swimsuit. It was a real treat to watch him take off the wet suit, dry off and pull on his jeans. Fuck, he looked sexy coming out of the creek with water sheeting down his muscles.

We also discovered a barbecue place that everyone talked about, called RTB (Real Texas Barbecue), a favorite student hang out about ten minutes drive from campus. We usually ended up walking because Will didn't have a car and mine spent a lot of time just taking up good parking space because most of the time it didn't run. Will didn't seem to mind walking and of course, I didn't either, since I was walking with him. I enjoyed the hour walk as much as the time spent at the place.

I'm basically a romantic at heart. Instead of the social scene or dating I was satisfied to stay home with Will when he was there and talk and listen to music. Away from our dorm I wanted to be with him every moment I could. I preferred it be just him, but still, I partied with him when he asked me to.

One night we were out with a large group of his friends and I was sitting across from a girl who people told me was totally infatuated with me. She was a very good-looking girl but all I could think about was the incredibly cute guy sitting beside me; he was an acquaintance of Will's. His leg kept touching mine, accidentally I thought at first, but after several times I didn't move my leg away and he didn't either and I realized he was coming on to me. The situation wasn't conducive to advancing the cause but after that night I saw the guy a few more times and eventually at a party we had a chance to talk.

I found out that his name was Art; and that he was gay. He was very open talking about his experiences and got around to asking if I was gay.

I'd never been asked that outright before and I was a little taken aback but with him being so open it was easier for me to reply.

"Right now, I'm not quite sure," I replied honestly. I still wasn't counting the times with my best friend back home as really gay; that was just two boyhood friends messing around. And I hadn't yet fully faced the feelings I had for Will.

"Do you want to find out?" he asked with a sly grin that, on that handsome face, almost made me melt and run down in my shoes. "Have you got a place we can go?" he asked.

I knew Will would be out late so I took him back to the room. Art didn't waste any time. I barely got the door shut when he started groping my jeans and nuzzling a kiss in the crook of my neck. I responded in kind. It wasn't like the times with my best friend; it was easy for him to influence me with his masculinity and we were really getting into it when suddenly I got very self-conscious for some reason; maybe because he was going to show me I was gay and I wasn't ready to accept it yet.

"Hey, Whoa. Can we cool off a little and go for a walk?" I said.

"Sure, no problem," he said.

We headed back to the woods. Walking into the woods, Art asked if he had done something to offend me.

"No, I....I just....things were moving too fast back there," I said.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have gone so fast," he said as he stopped to rest his butt against a fallen tree trunk. He smiled that sexy smile of his and added, "But, fuck you are so damned sexy. Shit, at the party, I was ready to drag you under the table."

"And what would your date have thought of that?"

"She wouldn't have thought much about it. She knows I'm gay," he said.

I blinked with surprise. "She knows?"

"Hell, dude, she knew I was coming on to you. She's a good friend. A cover date when I need one. She's really hot for you, you know."

"So I've been told."

"She would go with you if you want to go back to the party," he said.

"She might be disappointed," I said.

"Maybe she could help you make up your mind whether you're gay," he joked. "She gives great head," he added with a twinkle in his eye.

"She gives you head?"

"She knows that's what I like. She's not as good as a guy, but she likes doing it, so what the hell."

"I never heard of a girl liking giving head," I said.

We sat there for about a half hour, talking, till Art suggested that we go back; he sounded like he was giving up on me. Suddenly I didn't want to go back to the party or his beautiful date who had the hots for me. I didn't need her to help me decide anything. When he stood up to go, I didn't move. I clasped my hand on his muscular shoulder and he stopped and looked at me. Our eyes met and we both knew we weren't going back to the party and we didn't need to go back to my room. Boldly, I took the initiative; I leaned in and kissed him. It was a tentative kiss on my part, even shy, but Art got me over that pretty quick. He pulled me tight against him, forcing his tongue in my mouth and I felt my legs going weak. We headed for the ground and I think on the way down we were already shedding our clothes. We got naked right there in the woods. Not smart--we weren't actually that far in the woods--but in the heat of passion it didn't matter.

Art was the giver, I was the receiver. I think he wanted to show me what man-to-man sex felt like. It wasn't my first gay experience, of course, but he didn't know that and he was really turning me on. I was squirming around on the ground and moaning and clawing at his hair and his shoulders while he sucked my cock. I didn't try to hold back. I warned him when I was so close I couldn't have stopped it.

"Give it to me," he gasped, and got back down on my cock barely in time to take my load.

He really drew it out of me. My cock fairly exploded in his mouth. He held it till he was sure I was finished then he swallowed my load. He lay with my cock in his mouth for several minutes before he rose up and lay beside me.

"That was great, how do you build up a load like that?" he said.

"I don't know, it's just always been like that," I said.

"A fuckin' horse is what you are. I never had anybody deliver such a load before."

"It sounds like you've had some experience," I said. "Felt like it, too."

"Enough to have a basis for comparison," he said. "Enough to know that you deliver a phenomenal load. And your cock ain't bad either," he added. "You notice I had a little trouble deep throating that big fucker."

We lay there for about a half hour, just enjoying each other's naked company--Art never mentioned me reciprocating--before we got dressed and headed back to the party. Art's date had already left, and she was driving so he had no ride back.

"We've got spare floor space and a sleeping bag," Will offered.

I didn't think Will had a clue why we had left. Back in our room, before Will could get the sleeping bag, I quickly suggested, "You don't have to sleep on the floor; we can both squeeze into my bed if you want."

Will paused, with a rather curious look, waiting to see if he was going to take me up on it.

"Okay. If I crowd you, just kick me out," Art said.

We both wore our shorts and T-shirts but once the lights were out and we were under the covers, our bodies took over. It was the dumbest thing I ever did. Art took the side against the wall; I lay on my side facing him and he scooted down under the covers and sucked me again, very quietly so Will couldn't hear us. I wondered what Will thought of me inviting Art into my bed. He never mentioned it. And that year came to an end.

When Will and I parted company at the end of that first year we promised to keep in touch, and to request to room together the following year. We called each other a few times but we never saw each other the whole summer. We were some distance apart and we were both working to scrape together money for the next year of school. I naturally drifted back to my best friend, Buck. His real name was Buckley but everybody called him Buck. He liked it, he said, because it sounded so much like Fuck.

Buck was/is my best childhood friend. I never really knew if he was straight, gay or bi, and it never really mattered to me. Like a lot of young boys--most, I imagine--we started experimenting around with each other when we were about thirteen, when we started growing hair in all the right places and we both figured out what our cocks were capable of doing for us, and each other....not in high school, like I told Will.

We started out jacking off together and Buck was witness to the very first load of come that shot out of my cock; and me his. Shooting your first load with a friend bonds you for life. It's something you don't forget, and we remembered it together, often.

I was spending the day at his farm and we were in the hayloft. Any time we were alone and secluded, we started messing around. This time we decided to build a hideout. We moved and rearranged and stacked bales of straw and created a little room deep in the huge stack of bales, complete with a hidden passageway that we had to crawl through to get to it. It was also built next to a window so we could see anyone coming to the barn and also have fresh air. We were pretty sweaty by the time we finished and I still remember Buck's musky, male aroma when we crawled back into the room. We stripped naked and went at it, sweat and all. The hideout was high enough that we could straighten up on our knees and face each other and we started jacking off. I started to get "that" feeling, only it was more intense this time. I started moaning softly, "Ohh, ohhh, yeah...ohhhhh."

Buck growled, "Oh, fuck" and started moaning too. Suddenly stuff started shooting out of his cock. The first one spurted out about a foot or more and landed on my knee. The rest landed in the straw, and I got some on my hand. I just gaped. I didn't know what was happening, but it was an exciting thing to see, and I knew instinctively that the same thing was going to happen to me. It did, and it happened so hard that my hips lurched forward. I shot right across the space between us and hit Buck in the chest and twice on the stomach, and once on his thigh before the rest landed in the straw.

We just looked at each other, totally and happily surprised.

"Shit!" Buck said finally, laughing. "We did it! We just got our first cum!"

After that we loved watching each other come, seeing who could shoot farther. I always won in distance, but Buck shot the most. Then it moved on to jacking each other off. I will never forget how wonderful his cock felt in my hand the first time I touched him, and feeling Buck's big, rough hands around my cock.

After that first time of jacking each other off, it became a ritual with us; almost a habit. It was almost a given, anytime we were together, we jacked off, and we managed to get together a lot.

One night when Buck stayed over we slept naked but had our shorts stuffed under the mattress in case we had to put them on real quick. We got right to it, groping around and jacking each other when he hit me with a bombshell.

"You ever wondered what it would feel like to get your cock sucked?" Buck asked.

"Yeah, have you ever wondered what it would feel like to suck a cock?" I asked smartly.

"No, I was thinking the other way around, you sucking mine," he said.

"In your dreams," I said. At that point in my life I was barely scratching the surface of my hidden sexuality and I wasn't even close to gay. But Buck scratched a little deeper when he challenged me.

"I will if you will," he said. He always was the bold one.

"You'll go down on me?" I asked, not believing him.

"If you'll suck me," he said. He was serious. Only I didn't know if I trusted him. Even between best friends, sucking cock is serious shit and I could just imagine me going down on him then having him laugh at me for being gay and not returning the favor.

"You have to go first," I said.

"How about we go at the same time? A sixty-nine," he said.

"Sixty-nine?" I'd never heard of it.

"Yeah, a six and a nine, the same shape as two guys sucking each other at the same time," he explained.

I thought that was safe and even exciting. Buck turned around on the bed so we were head to foot and I was suddenly face to face with his big cock like I'd never been before. There was a short pause--hesitation, really--when I held his cock in my hand, real close to my face, and I could feel his hot breath on my cock, but he wasn't making any move to put his mouth on it.

"Are you gonna do it?" he asked.

"Are you?" I asked.

"Yeah, and when I do, you'd better do it too, because if you don't I'm gonna shove my cock all the way down your throat and choke you with it." With that he clamped his mouth around my cock.

My mouth flew open and I know my eyes popped out. I tried to choke down a gasp, but a surprised, "Ohh, Goddd!" escaped. He lathered his tongue all around the head and moved his mouth up and down my cock and I'd never felt anything so wonderful in my life. I knew I had to reciprocate and I wanted to, but I was scared. Finally, I did it, before he made me. I licked the head of his cock first then took it in my mouth.

That first pulsation of a warm, hard cock in my mouth should have convinced me right then and there, once and for all time, that I was gay. I loved it! But it would take some years hence for me to come to that full realization.

He asked, "Are we going to take each other's loads?"

"I don't think I wanta do that," I said.

We let it drop for the time being. We both liked what we were doing. I've wondered, though, if Buck didn't suck me just so I would suck him, because he never lost his fervor for girls. Which led me to believe that he was bi, but we never discussed it as far as putting a label on it. He never called me gay either.

It was some time later before we got brave enough take each other's loads in our mouths. That first time, while I was sucking him, when Buck asked me if I wanted to take his load and I told him no and I'd always regretted it. I was still horrified at the idea. But this time I didn't get off his cock in time--I think he purposely didn't warn me in time--and I got some in my mouth before I was able to get off of his belching cock and I have to say, I didn't exactly abhor the taste of it. But I was a little bit indignantly pissed that he had tricked me.

The next time we were together I told him he had to let me come in his mouth and take my load."

"You didn't take mine," he said.

"I got a taste of your come, that counts," I said.

"Fuck, no, that don't count as taking my load, it was accidental," he said.

"Yeah, you accidentally didn't warn me in time. So you can accidentally taste mine when I shoot all over your face like you did me," I said.

He didn't say he would or wouldn't. Either way, I wasn't going to let it stand in the way of me getting my mouth around his big cock. We got down to some serious sucking, in our usual position, and after several minutes, Buck rose up from my cock.

"Okay, I'll take yours if you'll take mine," he said.

Damn, why did he always challenge me like that?

"Okay?" he asked.

"I don't know if I can."

"What do you mean, you don't know if you can? There's nothing for you to do except keep my cock in your mouth when I start shooting. And you already tasted it."

"All right," I said. "But you'd better not pull off of mine."

"I won't. That's a promise," he said.

That was my first experience with a full load of cum and I have to say I liked it. Not the taste necessarily, but everything else about it, and the taste really wasn't all that bad. I loved the feel of it shooting into my mouth, and there was so much of it. But I spit it out. Buck did too when I did.

"What'd you spit it out for? You were supposed to swallow it," he said.

"You spit mine out," I said.

"I wasn't going to, till you did," he said. "Next time, don't spit it out, fucker. Let's do it right."

The very next time we got it right. Buck was staying over at my house and we went up to bed right after supper.

We were out of our clothes, in bed and in a sixty-nine position within minutes.

"We take it to the finish this time, right?" I said. I wanted to put the monkey on Buck's back for a change.

"Yeah, we take it and swallow it," he agreed.

We were both so excited it didn't take long for us to get to the point of no return. I braced myself when I heard Buck start moaning louder and his body movements became more animated. I was ready. He'd better not chicken out on me, I thought. He didn't, and I didn't. When the stuff began shooting into my mouth, I started swallowing. It went down easy and I liked the taste of it sliding across my tongue. Seconds later I started going off. Buck's head reared back a little but I had my hand on the back of his head and he stayed put. He did a little trick with his tongue, lathering my warm cum all around the head of my cock before he swallowed it. But we got it all down and even stayed with each other for a few minutes, using spit to wash each other's cocks, and we swallowed that too.

"I wonder if that stuff's good for you," Buck said.

"I don't know, but it can't hurt us; it came out of our bodies, we're just putting it back."

"Yeah, recycling," I agreed We parted, two happy and proud boys.

Things stayed at this level until we were about seventeen. That's about when I started having serious desires for other guys and actually entertaining thoughts of doing stuff, with Buck in particular, and I got a little more daring. He was the only one I could get daring with since he was the only boy I was having sex with so far.

I noticed that when we were in a sixty-nine, Buck seemed to be taking an interest in my butt, and it prompted me to notice his in a way that I hadn't before. I found myself attracted to his butt--it was solid and very muscular--and I began to experiment with my finger in his ass while I sucked his cock, and a certain way I moved my finger around inside him drove him nuts. I wished he would do the same for me but I wasn't going to ask him. We had gotten into kissing and dry fucking--fucking each other's thighs--and every time we messed around like that I would get my cock closer and closer to his ass.

We both had our license by this time. One summer evening we were out in his old beat up pickup his dad had bought for him. We were parked along the fence in a field way out behind the woods on his farm where we had some privacy. Yeah, we were parked, just like on a date. The corn was high so we were well hidden. We were making out almost before the engine died.

After a little while I got out and went around to his side. He was still behind the wheel, but twisted around sitting on the edge of the seat with his jeans open and I started sucking him. A few minutes into it, Buck said, "I brought a blanket, let's take this to the back of the truck."

We got out and went around to the back and stripped off all our clothes except our socks and boots, and he kept on his baseball cap. I thought Buck looked sexy as hell, naked except for his boots and cap. We spread the blanket out and climbed in the truck bed. We started making out again, kissing passionately, pressing and writhing our bodies together, and Buck had both our cocks in his hand and I had my hand between his legs, fingering his ass. I was really giving it to him, and he was groaning loudly in my mouth. If we hadn't been kissing they could've probably heard him in the next county.

That day I stopped with the finger and just as I was about to pull away, Buck said in a quiet, husky tone, "You can put it in me if you want, just as long as you take it easy. Your cock, I mean."

I was stunned. He wasn't talking about my finger, he meant my cock!! He wanted me to fuck him!! He didn't even put any conditions on it; like, I could fuck him if he could fuck me. "Are you serious?" I asked, still not believing it.

"Yeah," he said matter-of-factly. "Your fingers feel good in there when you touch a certain spot, your cock would probably feel even better. I've been thinking about suggesting it."

"I don't have a condom, but I guess we don't need one," I said.

He laughed. "Yeah, I'm not gonna get pregnant. How do you want me?"

"Why don't you stand down and you lean over the tailgate," I said.

We climbed out of the truck and Buck leaned over the tailgate with his legs spread and his butt sticking out for me. Fuck, I'd never seen such an awesome butt!

"Use plenty of spit," he said over his shoulder.

I leaned down and spat in the crack of his ass and worked it into the deep crevice and inside his hole. Then I spat on my cock which was standing straight up, almost touching my stomach. I pushed my cock down so it was sticking straight out, aimed at his crack. Buck's butt muscles were so big and round and solid that they provided a barrier of sorts against any intruder. I couldn't see his hole without pulling them apart. Instead, I shoved my cock between the taut muscles and found his hole deep between his buns simply from the heat of it against the head of my cock. He jutted his butt back and took a solid stance, his back and shoulder muscles tensed. I applied pressure. I felt some give but I didn't go in. I shoved a little harder.

"You're gonna have to shove hard, I figure I'm pretty tight," he said.

I took hold of his hips and pushed hard. His asshole gave way suddenly and I was in.

"UUUUhhhnnnn!" he gasped loudly, tossing his head back.

I checked my entry. "I can stop any time you say," I said.

"That ain't gonna happen," he said, his voice wavering and breathless.

"You want me to go in some more, then?" I asked.

"All the way."

I eased my cock through his hole till he was impaled on it. I pulled back on his hips and smashed my loins hard against the cushion of his butt. If he'd been flabby, I figured I could've gotten in a couple more inches. I could feel his ass working the full length of my cock, and his asshole squeezed the root of my cock so hard that it felt like he might squeeze it off.

"Fuck, you're tight," I said.

"The size of your cock has something to do with that," he said

"Is it okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, when're you gonna fuck me?" he asked.

"I was waiting for you to get used to it."

"I'm used to it. Now let's see what you can do with it."

I started fucking him. I was amazed how easily my thick cock slid back and forth through his hole, in and out of his guts. It felt like a tube of thin, warm honey.

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"Oh, Fuck! Great! Awesome! Unbelievable! Shit, if I'd know it was gonna feel like this we would've been doing this a long time ago. How's it feel for you?"

"You described it," I said.

I fucked him for a surprisingly long time. At one point he reached back and rubbed his wet, slick hand on my lower abs.

"Feel that. That's precum you're pumping out of me," he said.

At one point he rose up and pressed his full body back against me, his butt clenching hard around my cock shaft.

"Fucker, you've got my legs shaking. Let's change positions," he said.

I eased out of him and he turned around and lay back on the tailgate and lifted his legs up. I stepped up to the tailgate and entered him again. I leaned over him, pressing my body against his. I liked the position; I could feel his muscles writhing against mine, and feel his cock between our bellies. He put his hands around my head and pulled my face down to kiss me. It was the wrong thing to do. When our tongues touched it was like touching two hot wires together. We went off within seconds of each other.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I cried out in his mouth.

"Ohh, Godd!....Ohhh, fuck...I'm cummin'!" Buck gasped as he humped his butt hard to meet my thrusts.

It was over barely before we got started. I stood there in a daze, my head spinning. Buck's head fell against the bed of the truck and he let his legs down but clasped them around my waist.

"Damn, I wanted it to last longer than that," I said as his ass continued to squeeze and my milk my cock.

"Man, I never felt anything like that in my life," Buck said.

"But I was too quick on the trigger," I said.

"And that was the last hardon you're ever gonna have?" he chided me. "Fuck, man, just stay in me, my ass will have you hard again in no time."

I stayed in and his ass delivered on his promise; it got me hard and I fucked him again. The second time lasted the rest of the afternoon, it seemed.

That was my first piece of male ass--an incredible experience--and it was when I first began to believe that Buck was gay, not bi. I just didn't think really straight guys would let themselves get fucked, and I fucked him every chance we got. Oddly, he never fucked me. He never asked to and I was glad because I was half afraid to try it. But he still confounded me by chasing girls just like he always did so I didn't know what the fuck to think.

A new relationship formed between Buck and me, one where we were not kids fooling around anymore; we were two gay men having sex but more than that, we were two almost-men who loved each other and found that we were capable of expressing that love in a very physical way. Still, at seventeen, neither of us was going to admit out loud that we had those feelings. Doing it and saying it were very different things.

There was something written by Shakespeare about "the winter of our discontent." That was the summer of my total contentment.

The Second Year with Will The second year was easier and more fun. Not that Will or I were party animals, but there seemed to be more time for a social life because we had a grip on things. That second year I began to question, perhaps, and come to grips with my sexuality, because everything about me, except my innermost thoughts and fantasies and desires was a façade. It was almost like it was a lie just looking at myself in the mirror. I wasn't who I saw there. I dated around, as a front, and to be part of the crowd. I was slow coming around to acceptance, and it was scary. The more I accepted being gay, the more afraid I was that Will would find out. I couldn't bear to lose him as a friend.

That summer I continued with my friend, Buck, still confused as ever over the guy's sexuality, but not so much over my own. He was still hot for the girls, and from the stories I heard, he could have his pick of about any girl in town, and a couple of their mothers. It baffled me, how he could take a girl out and fuck her eyeballs out and the next night turn his tight little butt up for me to fuck him. That summer I also went to see Will; spent a week at his house, in fact. And we kept in touch all summer by email and a couple of phone calls. It felt good that we were developing a friendship that now extended beyond college.

Our Junior Year

Will and I were roomies again--I thought I would feel like an upperclassman but there was none of that like back in high school. College was a bit more serious. You took responsibility for yourself and began to take life a little more serious. We weren't teenagers anymore. Still young, but young men. Seeing guys walking around the campus, you could hardly tell a freshman from a senior. And I returned with a lot more experience under my belt--and more confidence--and that gave me a quiet resolve to expand my horizons at college and put some of that experience to good use.

I said you couldn't tell a freshman from a senior. Well, you could early on, when the freshmen were still finding their way around. I stopped for pizza on my way back from class. The place was crowded. I was at one of the bar tables; those high tables for two or three with tall bar stools. I saw this young looking kid with his lunch in hand, looking for a place to sit. When he came my way I nodded to him.

"You can sit here if you want," I said.

"Thanks," he said with a look of relief.

I hadn't really noticed till he slid onto the stool, how cute he was. Still cute, working on handsome, which would come, I thought, as soon as he started shaving. He seemed a little nervous; the difference between eighteen and twenty-one can be a pretty wide span. I did my best to put him at ease. I asked where he was from, what his major was, did he have all his books and his class schedule, was he finding his around okay. When he asked me questions, I turned it back to him. He seemed happily relieved to be able to talk to someone. I had to smile inside, wondering if I looked that young and acted that naïve when I was a freshman. Undoubtedly.

I said the kid was cute. He had blondish hair that was a mess on the top of his head, looked like it wanted to curl, or had been curly in the not too recent past. He had dark eyes that were set off by dark eyebrows, and the longest lashes I'd ever seen on a guy. With his smallish stature he might have looked girlish but for the rest of him. He was built. Wide shoulders, obviously well-muscled under his plaid shirt, and a chest to match. I noticed how his arms filled out his shirt sleeves. I must have smiled.

"What?" he asked, looking around.

"Are you in a co-ed dorm?" I asked. I didn't think they even had co-ed dorms.


"Good thing."


"You wouldn't be safe in a co-ed dorm."

He smiled a boyish smile and looked down. I'd embarrassed him. "Sorry if I embarrassed you."

"That's okay. I embarrass easy."

I laughed and said, "Hell, I'm not sure you'll be safe in a men's dorm. You're too damned cute for you own good."

He turned a nice shade of pink.

"That looks good on you," I said.

"What does?"

"That shade of pink."

"Are you in a co-ed dorm?" he asked, I thought to divert the conversation away from himself.

"No. I've got the same roommate I started with." And at the moment I was wishing my roommate was somewhere besides back in our room.

"I don't have a roommate yet," he said.

Fuck! The light went on and the wheels started turning.

"Can I ask you something? I've already embarrassed you."

"I guess."

"Are you by any chance a gymnast?"

"I was for two years in high school. But I didn't sign on here; I don't think I'll have time."

"Shame to let all those muscles go to waste," I said.

"You sure know how to embarrass a guy," he said.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed over a compliment." Then I asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"I did for two years but we decided it'd be better if we broke up to go off to different colleges."

"Bet she was sad about that."

"We both were, but it was the sensible thing to do."

"Well, I hope she gave you a proper sendoff," I said. He seemed uncomfortable with my remark and I quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, that was out of line."

"No, it's okay, we....we just never did anything like that. We came close but we always managed to hold off."


"What?" he asked.

"You're still a virgin."

"Yeah. I'm not ashamed of it," he said rather defensively.

"You absolutely shouldn't be," I said. "Is it something you think you might do something about now that you're in college, away from home?"

"I never thought it was something I needed to do anything about," he said.

"Great answer," I said. "But you should know, there are a lot of women here who see it differently." I smiled a warm smile. "You've got that virginal look that women love."

"Did you lose your virginity when you started college?"

I looked down with a sigh. "I'm afraid it was before that. I didn't have the will power that you apparently have."

"But you're not a virgin now," he said.

"'Fraid not."

"I know you like to embarrass me, but you're easy to talk to. I'm glad you let me sit with you."

"It's open seating," I said.

"Could I ask you something?"

"Sure. Anything."

"It's about the remark you made.....that I wouldn't be safe in the men's dorm. I know you were just joking around, but.....were you? I've heard of stuff like that going on at college. Do you think something like that could really happen?"

"It damn sure will if you let it," I said.

"I mean....nobody would force...."

"I wouldn't worry about that," I cut in to relieve his concern. "The willing are too plentiful. But you will be approached, by guys and women alike, so be ready for that"

"How do I do that?"

"Don't be shocked when it happens. Don't be indignant or act disgusted, or get mad. A simple no usually does the trick, but not always, with the more persistent. If it's a guy, you can say something like, 'Thanks but this is my week for girls.' Or if it's a woman, you can say, 'Sorry, this is my week for boys.' Or, "I'm flattered, but no thanks.' It's always better to decline with a smile and a kind word."

"Thanks, I would've never thought of those responses. You've used them yourself enough times, I guess."

"Well, actually, no, I have a hard time saying no," I said, laughing.

He looked at his watch. "I should be getting back to my dorm and start cracking some books."

"Well, you'll have it nice and quiet, with no roommate." We gathered our trash and dumped and I followed him out. Happily, we were going the same direction.

"Actually, I don't like the quiet. I left four brothers and sisters back home. There was never any quiet except when I went off by myself, back to the woods."

"We have a very nice woods here," I said.

"I saw all the trees, I wondered if it was part of the campus."

"Not officially, but it's well used by the students. It goes on forever. There's a creek, too. Good for swimming."

"No kidding! I love swimming in the creek."

"I could take you back there sometime," I said.

"Yes, I'd like that. This is my dorm," he said. "Maybe you were here too, your freshman year."


"Wanta come in and see my room? Maybe it's the one you stayed in."

I followed him in and down the hall, ogling his butt every step of the way. He stopped and took his key out.

"Well, this is it."

"I was down closer to the end," I said.

He let us in and closed the door then started showing me around. Not that there was that much to see, but he'd put his personal touches on it. I picked up the picture off his desk.

"That's me and my brothers and sisters. Mom took it the day I left for here."

"Dang, you're all cute; you must have great genes," I said. He just laughed. It was good to see he wasn't embarrassed anymore.

"My mom and dad are a great looking couple," he said. He told me their names and their ages. I didn't remember any except the one I zeroed in on; his fifteen year old brother named Caleb. Hot!

"Do you want Dew or something?" he asked.

"Yes, thanks." I was glad he was being so hospitable for I'd pretty well made up my mind that I was going to make a move on him. A gentle move, but not subtle. He was so fuckin' cute and built, and so innocent looking, he had to be brimming with curiosities that he didn't even know about; they had only to be tweaked. Putting it simply, he was ripe. "We never got around to names," I said.

"Ryan," he said, handing me a Dew.


"You're actually the first person I've met, or been introduced to," he said.

"Ryan...good name," I said.

He brought the conversation back around. "You said you have a hard time saying no."

"Yes, it's a failing of mine. I know I should work on it, but....well, to tell the truth, Ryan, I'm gay."

"Oh." He was surprised and maybe looked a little frightened.

"Hey, nothing to be scared of, I'm not a monster," I said. "Look, we'll open the door."

"No, it's okay, you can leave it closed. I'm not scared of you. Just surprised. I wouldn't have guessed."

"Yes, we come in all colors, shapes and sizes," I joked.

I came away from the door. "Since you're not scared, could I ask you something else?"

"What's that?"

"There's an incredible build under that shirt; I wonder if you'd mind taking it off."

He blushed a little then peeled the shirt off over his head. His upper bare body fairly exploded out of his jeans.

"If I say anything like WOW, it's going to embarrass you so I'll just say very nice."

He laughed, causing his stomach muscles to ripple. Wide shoulders that sloped up at the sides with the balls of muscle; big arms like al gymnasts have, and a broad, thick chest. Abs, of course, to kill for. And he was as smooth as a baby's bottom.

"Got any more you wanta show me?" I said jokingly. "Gymnasts always have awesome legs, too."

He shrugged and still blushing, he undid his jeans. His upper body was a symphony of muscle in motion as he took them off. When he straightened, I took his jeans from him and he stood there in tiny white briefs.

"Can I say WOW now?" I asked, causing him to laugh again. He was embarrassed but I could tell that he appreciated my admiration of his body. "Seriously, Ryan, you have an absolutely beautiful body, and you know I want it, but I will restrain myself.....except for this....." I stepped closer and placed my hands on his hips. "Please, let me at least express my appreciation for all your hard work, and my admiration for the results." With that I brought my hands up his sides and around his thick, hard pecs. Then I leaned in and kissed the right side of his chest. I felt him start but quickly relax, even as I dragged my tongue across his nipple.

"Ooooooohh!" he gasped softly.

"Yess, I know that feels good," I murmured as I gave his tit a good tongue-lashing. It responded beautifully, welling up, turgid as a pencil eraser. He moaned again and I felt him tremble as I began sucking on it while I played the other one between my fingers. He put his hand over mine, and surprisingly, brought his other hand up around my head.

"You like it?" I asked, smiling at him.

"Yes," he said, nodding.

I ran my hands back down his sides then around to clasp his taut butt. It was like gripping two warm bowling balls. "Let's see if it's having the desired effect," I said as I brought one hand around to the front of his shorts.

"I've got a hardon," he said, sounding almost as if he were admitting to a sin.

"You sure as hell do," I said. "I never realized that gymnasts are built so well down there."

"A lot of guys aren't," he said.

"You know, Ryan, if the opposing teams were allowed to use the same dressing room, you would win with sheer intimidation, without ever going on the bars."

"I don't think they give points for having a big cock," he said.

"I'm guessing you've never had anyone touch you like this," I said, squeezing and stroking his cock.

"No, never."

"But you're letting me."

"You're the first to ever try it."

"I would like to show you more.....make you feel more....if you'll let me."

"What?" he asked.

"Let me show you," I said. "If I do anything you don't like, just tell me and I'll stop. That's a promise."

"Okay," he said, his voice rather meek.

I went to my knees, face to face with his midsection, namely those tiny white briefs that were struggling to contain his manhood. Actually, they weren't; the tip of his cock was peeking out at his left hip. I pulled his briefs down and his cock swung free, swaying like a battering ram. He laughed when I reared back to keep from being hit in the face with it. It stopped swaying and lifted upward, throbbing hard. His balls were as beautiful as his cock. Perfect orbs held in a smooth sack that had a light dusting of blonde hair on it.

I had hold of him by his hips. I looked up at him and smiled at the look on his face; curiosity, anticipation, even a little fright. I leaned in and nuzzled my face in his crotch, licking deep in the apex of his thighs. His warm balls rested against my cheek.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned softly.

I licked all around for a moment then found his balls with my tongue. He moaned again, and then louder as I sucked one into my mouth. I was looking forward to more of those wonderful sounds. I managed to carefully work both of his balls into my mouth at the same time. I looked up at him; he was wide-eyed. I could imagine his look when I got around to his cock. I gave his balls a good work-over before I popped them free.

"How'd that feel?" I asked.

"Really good," he said in a hoarse voice.

"Are you ready for this?" I asked as I took hold of his cock. I barely got my fingers around it. I lapped at the precum that was oozing out and he jolted from the touch. I let go of his cock and clasped my hands around his taut butt. His cock throbbed and bobbed in my face. I wet my lips and slid them over the bulbous head.

"HHhhoooohhhhhh!" he moaned loudly.

I shoved my tongue forward under the shaft of his cock, in a welcoming gesture, but it also was a way of opening my throat more. I squeezed his butt and urged him toward me. He came and forced his cock into my throat. I took him all the way and licked his balls at the same time.

"Ohhh, Godd!" he gasped. "Ohhh....ohhhhh, fuck!"

I held him deep in my throat for a long moment, gulping and swallowing to massage it with my throat muscles. The boy's legs began to shake. Suddenly he took hold of my head. He probably didn't realize what a vise-like grip he had.

"I'm gonna cum!"

I was half expecting it; it didn't matter that it was way too soon. I started sucking him, moving my mouth back and forth on his cock. I got in maybe ten or twelve strokes before his cock exploded. The stuff shot out like lightning bolts, coating my tongue and blasting the inside of my mouth. His cum tasted as good as his precum; warm, sweet and fresh. I attributed the taste of him to his diet.

He clasped my shoulders for support. I ran my hands up and down his thighs as he trembled through is first "gay" climax. I wanted to feel his legs; I felt him all over. I continued sucking him as he was winding down, swallowing cum along the way. I wanted to drain him. As his cock deflated somewhat and I wasn't getting any more taste of semen, I let it go to slap against the inside of his leg.

"I'm sorry!" I didn't mean to cum in your mouth, I tried to warn you."

"Don't be sorry," I said as I pressed my face against his stomach. "I heard you. I wanted you to cum in my mouth."

"You did!"

"Yes, and you tasted very good."

His chest was heaving, gasping for air. He looked bewildered and still a little wide-eyed. "I'm glad it was okay, then," he said.

I kissed his rubbery cock and stood up.

"It was way more than okay, Ryan. It was wonderful."

"It sure was for me."

"For me, too. I hope I didn't shock you too much.....or embarrass you again," I added with a smile.

"That wasn't embarrassing, that was awesome," he said.

"I'm glad you let me show you."

"So, when you said I might not be that what guys might wanta do to me?"

I laughed. "Ryan, I don't think you'll have to use your hand for the next four years of your life."

It was about a month later when I was at the pizza parlor again and a young man approached my booth. He was tall, ruggedly good looking, a couple of years older than me.

"Are you Jason?"

"Far as I know. Do you want to check my ID?"

He laughed. "I'm Parker, Ryan's roommate. Do you remember Ryan?"

"The freshman gymnast. It'd be hard not to remember him."

"He pointed you out one time when we were here, but you were leaving. I just wanted to thank you for looking after him till I got here."

"I invited him to sit with me when the place was crowded, and then I walked with him back to his dorm. I didn't look after him."

"Well, for showing him around, then. He told me about you."

"Don't take offense, but you're old for a freshman," I said.

"I'm getting a late start; I did a six year stint in the Marines," he said.

"Better late than never." I smiled as I remembered Ryan. "Ryan's lucky to have you looking after him. Not that he needs it, but he was a little naïve, as most freshmen are. Present company excluded."

Parker leaned forward with his big hands clasped on the table. "You gave him his first blowjob," he said quietly.

"Everybody needs to have a first blowjob," I said, wondering where he was taking it.

"He gave me my first blowjob," Parker said.

I reared back, surprised.

"Kinda hard to believe you went through high school then spent six years in the Marines and just got your first blowjob."

"My first real one. Girls don't count."

"May I ask, why are you telling me this?"

"Call it a mission of gratitude," he said. "I like Ryan. I like him a lot. He's a very special kid."

"Where does the gratitude come in?" I asked.

"You showed him who he is, and made him comfortable with it."

"All right....if I did that, I'm glad."

"I'm grateful myself, for saving the best for me." I blinked and smiled. "He gave me his virginity."

"I didn't exactly save it for anyone, I just didn't take it; he never offered it. I'm glad for you; he's got an incredible ass. And I suspect I should be glad for him as well," I added, eyeing the big guy.

"Incredible isn't the word for it," Parker said. "The way it happened....My Godd....Unbelievable! You know how those guys do that thing on the balance beam....a split with their legs straight out to the sides. He did that on the edge of his desk, in his jockstrap."

"And you....fucked him in that position?"

"Yes, him spread apart and bent forward on the desk. I've fucked a lot of women, but I've never fucked anything like Ryan's ass. He is so incredibly awesome."

I laughed softly. "Well, I'm glad you two have hit it off."

"What I'm getting around to is, maybe you'd like to stop by our room sometime. I know Ryan would be happy to see you. So would I."

"Thanks, I might just do that."

But I never did. Tempting as it was, my focus was on Will. I thought about telling Will about the invitation to see if he might be interested in joining in but we didn't have that kind of relationship.

That summer I worked and fucked Buck's eyeballs out. I let him fuck me too, for which he was grateful, but he seemed to like being fucked more. I was only too happy to oblige. Will and I talked on the phone a few times but we never saw each other that summer.

Our Senior Year

The beginning of our senior year was, for me, a melancholy time. I was looking forward to it--getting college behind me--yet I dreaded it coming to an end when Will and I would be going our separate ways. He would all too soon be going off to design tall buildings and sports complexes and fine houses. I wasn't sure yet where I would settle in to work.

We both seemed to be trying to live our final year filling every available moment with gusto. At the same time, I had to face the fact that I was really falling for the guy. I was out to myself but no one else, except Buck and those with whom I had sexual encounters; but that's not exactly coming out. It was like I was wearing two suits of armor; one to guard against Will discovering that I was gay and another one to hide the true feelings I had for him. And I was still seeing the faces of two different men in the mirror.

I literally ached inside at the thought that four years would have passed and I never had the courage to express what I felt for the guy.

Feeling the way I did about him made everything we did better and worse. I so loved being around him, but it was a sweet agony at the same time. It seemed I had my guard up all the time and I was getting tired of it.

It was a warm evening in late September that last year, and Will suggested going for a walk in the woods. It wasn't like before, when we used to 'escape' to the woods to get away from the pressures of school. We didn't have those pressures so much. It was just because we wanted to go. We came upon the creek and Will picked up some rocks to skip across the water.

"We should've put on our swim suits," he remarked.

"Do we need them?" I said.

He looked at me. "No." And he started unbuttoning his jeans.

I tried to keep my eyes off of him as he took off his clothes but he was part of the scenery; the best part. Fuck, he was sexy, just removing his clothes. I'd seen him strip hundreds of time but it was different out there in the open. He caught me looking and our eyes met for a split second but nothing was said. We waded out till the water was deep enough and Will dove in. I lingered back so I could watch his tight butt disappear in the water then I dove in behind him. We swam and frolicked like a couple of boys and school was far off. Will turned on his back and floated downstream, his manhood lolling about with the current. I noticed he didn't shrink in the chilly water.

When we came out of the water I remarked, "Hey, that's supposed to shrink in cold water, isn't it?" I don't know where it came from; it just came out.

"Yeah. But it never does. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones," he joked... "So, what do we do now?" he asked, swiping the water from his muscles, "We didn't bring towels."

"Air dry," I said as I picked up my clothes, ready to walk on. He picked up his clothes and we walked along the creek bank, naked and wet. It was a special time for me, and I liked to think for him also. It wasn't at all like being naked in the room. In the vast outdoors, it was more intimate. I think that time was when I first began to think about the possibility of a relationship between us; if I ever found my guts. We walked till we reached the edge of the woods then put our clothes back on over our still damp bodies. When we got back to the room we stripped off our damp clothes and dried off and put on dry clothes.

There was another time when we went to RTB for Will's 21st birthday. As usual, we walked. We had pretty much given up on wheel transportation to go anywhere. I think the hour's walk was part of the attraction of going there. Like being in the woods, we seemed to be drawn closer when we were out like that. I bought him a drink; it was the first time for us to have a legal drink together. I was already twenty-one but it didn't open up any new adventures for me like it did most guys. My adventure was being around Will.

"Do you ever wish you'd hung onto your virginity till college?" Will asked me out of the blue.

I laughed, surprised, and replied, "I never thought about it, but no, I don't think so. Have you?"

"I don't know, sometimes I think it would be nice to go back and relive all those first times," he said.

"That's for your old age," I joked. "You've got plenty of times ahead of you to add to those."

It was just casual conversation; it didn't lead to anything more profound but I thought it was interesting that he'd brought it up.

My birthday came around and Will said we needed to do something to celebrate. I wanted to suggest something but I didn't dare. I told him it didn't have to be anything special. He said it wouldn't be. He was so wrong. He kept me confined to our room while he went out, I supposed to get something to eat. A little while later he came back empty-handed.

"Come one," he said.

"Where to?"

"Just come on."

He led me upstairs to the kitchen where he had prepared dinner for us.

"You made spaghetti?" I said, surprised.

"And meatballs, and garlic toast," he said. "We could've had wine if we'd gone out, but......" He shrugged.

It was the best birthday I'd ever had.

Another time Will came in one afternoon and blurted out, "When's the last time you got laid?"

I was completely taken aback. It was so unlike him. "Do you mean a girl or my fist?" I joked.

"I met this girl and she has a friend," he said. "I don't know why some girls always have to fix up their friends before they'll go out with you; hell it's like blackmail."

"Why bother, then?" I asked.

"I think she's worth it. Are you interested?"

No, I wasn't, but I was if it involved Will.

"Sure," I said.

"She's anxious to meet you. I described you as six foot, brown hair, deep blue eyes, 180 pounds, gym-built, with a great sense of humor."

"Now I have to live up to that," I complained.

He laughed.

It was a fun date but I thought I cramped his style. I think he got laid that night. I didn't. I never told him I didn't, and he never asked.

Working out together was one of my absolute most favorite things. The gym was only two minutes across the main square from our dorm. Will always wore baggy shorts and a tight T-shirt that showed off his muscles, and a jockstrap that he must've had since high school. I loved that jockstrap but I hated the shorts. I wished he would wear something that showed more thigh. Still, he looked better than any guy I knew in baggies. They didn't hide his rear attributes, and when he did certain leg exercises the shorts rode up or he pulled the legs up to bare his thighs. I wanted so bad to buy him a pair of really sexy short shorts.

Oftentimes, back in our room, when he would strip down after a workout to shower I would pick up his jockstrap and hold it over my face and breathe in the musky aroma of his sweat. I could almost get a hardon doing that. I often thought of ways that I could take his jockstrap but couldn't figure out how to explain it missing when I was the only other one in the room. I thought about trying to cop onto it when we were at the gym so he could blame it on someone else. But then I was afraid he might discover that I had it and I would have that to explain.

But then came an opportunity too much to resist. The water was shut off in our dorm overnight due to plumbing problems and everyone had to shower and shave at another dorm, or at the gym. We chose the gym. In the chaos, Will left his jockstrap laying on the bench then pushed it off onto the floor when he moved his gym bag. I almost pointed it out but decided to keep quiet. As he was gathering up the rest of his stuff I quickly picked up his jockstrap and stuffed in into my bag.

It was two days later, when we were getting ready to go to the gym to work out, that he discovered it missing. He was rummaging around in his locker, muttering under his breath, and I asked him what he was looking for.

"I can't find my jockstrap." He sounded really upset and I almost told him I had it, but I was afraid he would be pissed that I did; and I wanted to keep it. "Dammit, I've had that jock since high school," he complained.

"You must've left it at the gym when we were showering over there," I said. "We'll look for it. Somebody might've put it in the lost and found box."

"Yeah, like anybody's going to pick up a tattered, old, sweaty jockstrap and save it," he scoffed. "If I left it there, it's in the trash."

I should've told him but now it was too late. I let it pass. Will didn't. He bitched constantly about losing his jockstrap.

I dug myself in a hole about a week later when we were in the laundry room doing our laundry. I didn't realize the jockstrap was in with my dirty clothes till I was shaking stuff out to put it in the washer and the jockstrap fell out. I panicked and reached for it but Will had already seen it.

"Hey, that's my jockstrap," he said.

"Is it?"

"Yeah, how'd it get in with your clothes?"

"I don't know, unless you dropped it and I picked it up with my stuff," I said.

He reached for it and I picked it up and handed it to him. He stuffed it in his laundry bag.

"Aren't you going to wash it?" I asked.

"No. It hasn't been washed since high school," he said.

"Isn't that sorta gross?"

"Not to me. I used to take it home to get it washed after every game. We were in a losing streak. I left it in my locker after a game that we lost and had to wear it for the next game without it being washed. We won that game. I took it as a sign. I didn't wash it for the next game. We won that one. We won every game for the rest of the season and I was wearing it when we won the state football championship. I consider it a good luck charm."

"Your football seasons are over," I pointed out.

"I know, but I still don't wash it, out of respect," he said. "I'm glad I saw it before you put it in the washer."

Being the athlete that he was, one of Will's favorite pastimes was flag football. I'm athletic, but not so much the rough-and-tumble type that he is. I play too, but not for love of the sport or even the exercise. I play for the close physical contact and the view of all those sweaty, rippling muscles and because after the games, when we get back to our room, Will strips off and takes a long shower, after which he is usually so relaxed that he doesn't bother getting dressed, especially if its late and he's going to bed soon, and after a warm shower his cock is always fluffed up. I loved to see him all sweaty. Fuck, I always wanted to lick the sweat off of him before he got in the shower.

The games were never anything serious; just a bunch of guys letting off steam and showing off their athletic prowess; and their bodies. There were some nice bodies out there; Will's being among the best.

At one of these games--it was unseasonably warm--one of the guys suggested getting naked. A few guys had been drinking and the rest of us were high on just being out having fun so we all stripped down and separated into teams. Being naked presents the problem of where to put the flags. Some guys had on jockstraps and some simply wrapped the pouch around the waistband so they would be naked, and tucked the flags into the band of the jock. A couple of guys who went commando simply tied the flags around their cocks. Other just held them in their hands. Will had stripped naked, as did I. He tied two or three flags together and tied them loosely around his waist so they would rip off easily, then did the same for me. I was almost holding my breath at the feel of his hands on my bare flesh.

I was disappointed when I wasn't on the same team as Will but it worked out for the best. He became my opponent and my target, and it was great to chase after him and grab for his flag or clasp my hands around his tight waist to try to bring him down, or touch him anywhere I could. The guys who were completely naked had the others at a disadvantage because they held the flags in their hands and it was hard to get them away from them. I think being naked kicked in the adrenalin, not to mention the testosterone of a bunch of guys in competition. At one point the game turned into a pile of naked guys trying to get or keep possession of the ball. Fate brought me to fall on top of Will with my cock pressing against the side of his thigh. Godd, I was in heaven! And hell, too, because if I stayed there I was going to have to explain away a hardon. As the pile collapsed we were all just lying there laughing and catching our breath.

Guys began to disentangle themselves and before long it was just me and Will lying there in the clearing, completely naked and sweaty while the others were retrieving their clothes. I was pleasantly surprised and relieved to see more than one fluffed-up cock in the bunch; even a couple of undeniable hardons. Yeah, a cock has no conscience. Will was lying on his stomach and when he rolled over I was double surprised to see his raging hardon. He looked down at himself, smiling rather sheepishly and embarrassed.

"Hey, you're not alone," I told him.

Some other guys noticed.

"Damn, Price, what horse did you steal that from!" one guy said.

He was really embarrassed now that he had revealed to the world just how big he was. I bent over and put out my hand to help him up. I pulled hard, thinking it would take a lot to lift him to his feet but with his own power, he shot up and lost his balance and landed in my arms knocked us both off balance. I fell backwards with him on top of me, the full weight of his muscular body pressed against mine. Oh, Godd, let the world go away and leave us like this! I was in no hurry to push him off and dash the second bit of heaven with his warm, sweaty muscles against me, and this time we were fully facing each other, chest-to-chest, belly-to-belly, even cock-to-cock. I think he felt something too, for his cock throbbed and quivered instead of going down as I thought it would've if he were turned off. It was just a matter of seconds but it seemed longer before he finally shoved himself up from me and pulled me to my feet. It was my turn to be embarrassed because by now my own cock was swaying almost straight out.

"Well, I guess I'm not alone," he remarked, laughing.

"Not alone, but best in class," I joked.

The game was called, nobody won. We got dressed and headed back to the dorm. I was feeling good, but Will was still embarrassed when I chided him about his hardon.

"Fuck, I've got no secrets anymore," he said.

"Your reputation is going to spread," I said.

"That's just what I need, is to be known around campus as a big dicked pony," he said.

I started calling him pony after that.

My own testosterone was pumping in full force and one time, I suppose out of desperation, I succumbed to the urge to venture into the small adult video store just off campus. By this time I was well into my gay life, although discreetly so. I was especially discreet about it with Will of course but I met up with Art from time to time and we went back to the woods and exchanged blowjobs. One time he brought another guy along--a straight guy--and we both did him. He thought he had died and gone to heaven.

Unfortunately, the video store was not a place that most guys from the college frequented because it was a small town where people could be quite judgmental. There were a few younger guys who bravely ventured/sneaked into the place on occasion but their clientele was mostly older or middle-aged guys, including a lot of out-of-towners and travelers.

I bought the minimum amount of tokens and made my way to the back past the doors of the private viewing booths. I wasn't familiar with the place and I guess it showed as I wandered around like a boy lost. I was standing at the marquee, checking out the videos on display like I knew what I was doing, but looking around, wondering how things worked. A youngish man, maybe mid-thirties approached me and asked if it was my first time there.

"Yeah," I said nonchalantly.

"You don't need to check the videos here," he said. "Just go in a booth and drop your tokens and you can click on all the channels. Come on, I'll show you."

Like a lamb to slaughter, I followed him into the booth and he closed the door and slid the bolt. I noticed another door that obviously opened up to the adjoining booth.

"You can open that door if you want company," he said casually. Then he dropped several tokens and punched the button to change channels. Then he stood back and motioned for me to take over. As I stepped up and began switching the channels I wondered if he was going to leave my booth; more, why he'd locked the door. I think in the back of my mind I knew, but I was playing naïve with myself. I didn't ask him to leave; he was kind of hot, and I didn't mind him being there. But I did check the other adjoining door and made sure it was locked. If he hadn't been there I'm not sure I would've done that, but I didn't want him to think I was inviting someone else in my booth.

He stayed and stood with his back to the wall watching the movies while I stood facing the TV screen. I was a little uneasy--it was like he had invaded my private space--but I still didn't say anything. I could see out of the corner of my eye, his hand brushing down over the front of his jeans and groping and squeezing. I was wrestling with whether to stop on a gay or a straight movie; I didn't know what I wanted him to think of me. I opted to spend a moment or two on each one; sort of equal time viewing. Suddenly I saw his hand reach out and then felt it on my crotch. I flinched a little but didn't move back. His hand felt good. I looked down; it looked like the hand of a construction worker, as did his muscular arm. He groped me harder.

"Are you from the college?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, without taking my eyes off the screen. There was a certain amount of anonymity and detachment by not looking at the guy.

"I haven't seen you here before," he said as he started unbuttoning my jeans. "Damn, nice abs," he said as pressed his hand against my stomach.

"Thanks," I said, and I didn't stop him from unbuttoning my jeans.

When he had my jeans undone he tugged my shirt upward. "Damn," he said again as he rubbed his hand over my stomach and on up under my shirt to feel my chest. "Can we take this off?" he asked as he tugged the shirt up.

I took off my cap and raised my hands for him to pull my shirt off over my head.

"Nice," he said as he felt my pecs. "Nice headlights," as he tweaked my nipples.

It took me a minute to realize that he was talking about my tits. He flicked them then leaned down and began sucking on my right one. I groaned with surprise. Then he did the other one. I added a little "oh fuck!" to my moan. Then down my stomach till he was squatted down on his haunches with his face pressed against my shorts. He tugged my jeans down below my calves as he mouthed the pouch of my briefs.

"Don't get 'em too wet, it'll soak through my jeans," I told him.

"Okay, let's just get them out of the way," he said. He pulled them down my thighs, letting my manhood spring free, which it did, hitting him in the face.

"Whew! Very nice!" he exclaimed. "Fuck, you're put together nice."


I gasped as he took my cock in his mouth. No need to lay out the rest of the details. It's enough to say that he gave incredible head; I fucked his face and choked him with my cock down his throat and he took it like a trooper. I blew my load in his mouth and he didn't lose or waste a drop. He eased back on his haunches, gasping for air, wiping his smiling mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes sort of glazed over as he looked at my spit-and-come-slick cock hanging in his face.

"Is there a place I can call you or meet you sometime?" he asked.

"No, I live in a dorm," I said.

"Here, then," he said. "Just name the day and time. I want to find out how it feels to have that big beauty reaming my ass."

His offer excited me but I wasn't going to commit to anything or give him my name or address. "Maybe we'll meet up again," I said.

I never saw the guy again and I didn't frequent the video store after that. I went back when I was super horny, but not often. Oddly, I felt sort of like I was betraying Will by going there, and I never told him about when I did.

Will was one of the last of the romantics. He didn't just take girls out on dates. He took his dates on a big romantic night. And it wasn't just to get in their pants; more often than not, they didn't end with a payback sexual encounter. A few did, and I hate to admit I was jealous when that happened. I wasn't a woman-hater; I just didn't think some of the girls deserved Will, especially those who were lucky enough to end up in his romantic embrace. Yes, in my mind, even his embraces were romantic; sex, for him, was surely lovemaking because that's just who he was. It was hell, those rare times when he didn't come in till the wee hours, sometimes at dawn and I knew that some lucky girl had been privileged to feel the thrust and parry of his magnificent cock and his hard, rippling muscles writhing and straining against her. Godd, how I longed to be in her place. Okay, if I had one bad habit, it was daydreaming, and I did that a lot about Will. Maybe it was more fantasizing.

Being a wrestler in high school--and a good one--Will liked to wrestle around with me. I put up a good fight but he could pin me every time, which I didn't mind. I loved wrestling with him; the tight, hard physical contact. But suddenly, after one of our wrestling encounters, all that stopped. It was so obvious, the way it stopped, and why. We had just gotten back from the gym, Will had taken his shirt off and for some reason we started messing around and he pinned me with my arm behind my back. His face was right next to mine and his bare torso was pressed against my back. We were both out of breath and suddenly his face was getting closer and closer to mine and I could feel him getting an erection. His face was about an inch away from my face and just as I was about to turn and face him he must have realized that I had noticed his hardon because he quickly let go of my arm and grabbed his towel, saying he was going to take a shower. He still acted sort of embarrassed when he came out of the shower.

"Sorry about that," he said.

"Nothing to be sorry about. But I can see how you could easily intimidate an opponent," I said jokingly.

He laughed. "Well, that didn't happen very often. I had a way of taking care of it."


He smiled, his face a little red. "If I had a chance, I jacked off beforehand."

"You should have had one of those guys you taught to wrestle take care of it for you," I said.

He smiled. "Okay, that too, a few times," he said.

The wrestling stopped after that, which made me wonder why he was suddenly so self-conscious about the physical contact, if perhaps there was something that might reveal about himself. Disappointed as I was, it gave me hope that someday we would have a real relationship, one where situations such as that could be taken much further.

Shortly after the wrestling incident I noticed that he had developed the habit of tapping his foot when he got nervous. I don't know why I never noticed it before, or maybe it was something that he'd just started. I began to notice him doing it when he would see me coming out of the shower; also when we were alone in our dorm room and there was an awkward silence. I wanted to mention it to him but I didn't know how. I think his nervousness made it more awkward and the silence made him nervous; they fed off each other.

Coincidentally, I realized that he seemed to have lost interest in girls. Several weeks went by that he didn't date that I knew of, and he didn't talk much about girls except as friends in passing. He started spending most of his time with his male friends and with me. I couldn't quite make it all add up to what I wanted but there was something there that fueled my hope. All meaningless, perhaps, but I was grasping at straws.

Schoolwork and classes made our personal time scarce and thus more valuable, I felt, for him as well as me. One of us seemed to always have something in mind to do for every free hour or day. One night when we were walking back from RTB, Will asked me if I would like to go camping.

"We could leave Friday and make it back by Monday classes, like usual."

"I would like that. You know I like being outdoors," I said.

"I was thinking we would go beyond the woods. There's a whole wilderness on the other side of the big creek. It's been like the creek has been a barrier all the times we've been back there. I would like to see what's on the other side, beyond the hills."

In the hour that it took us to get back from RTB I was more convinced that there was something between us--that perhaps there had been for quite a while--with hope for a relationship. I would be careful, though. I didn't want to scare him off.

That Friday afternoon we strapped on our sleeping bags and backpacks and a borrowed tent and took off with provisions and water for the weekend. I loved seeing Will in hiking shorts and boots. He looked so sexy and rugged, and more so with his day's growth of beard. We came to the creek and walked upstream, looking for a place to cross.

"We'll probably have to wade across," Will said. "Up ahead looks like a good place."

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"The water's running swift; that means there's a shallow, rocky bottom," he said.

Around the bend we took off our boots and socks and waded out across the smooth rocks, the cold water rushing around our calves.

"Damn, the water is cold. I'm glad we didn't have to swim across," I said.

On the other side was thick grass so it was easy going for a while in our bare feet, but further ahead the ground was rough and we stopped to put our boots back on. We didn't bother trying to get our socks on over our wet feet. We had never been this far back so we were finding our way. What started out as a gentle upward slope soon became a hard climb as he went deeper and deeper into the woods. At one point we were having to grab onto low-hanging limbs and small trees to pull ourselves up.

"Let's skirt around the hill and see what's on the other side," Will suggested, his adventurous nature coming out.

The other side wasn't much easier and it would be getting chilly as dusk approached. We hiked further into the woods than we ever had before, till Will stopped.

"Shit, this is far enough," he said as he stopped at a small clearing. "My legs are giving out."

"Hell, your legs could move this mountain," I scoffed.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but maybe they look stronger than they are."

"Looks count," I quipped.

We shed our loads and Will wasted no time in stripping down to just his shorts and getting to work setting up the tent. I followed suit, peeling off my shirt, and headed off to get firewood.

When I returned Will had the tent set up and was busily unpacking his sleeping bag. I put the firewood beside the tent and got my own sleeping bag ready. The tent was small for a two-man tent, not big enough to stand up in and barely enough room for two men to stretch out. I wasn't going to mind the cramped quarters.

By that time the sun was going down and we went down to the creek for a quick swim and to wash up before it got cooler. Will loved the water and I loved seeing him naked and wet. When we returned to the campsite we dried off--we had towels this time--and put clean shirts on and I built a fire.

"What're we going to eat?" I asked as I rummaged around in my pack.

"MRE is okay with me," he said.

We sat cross-legged in the grass by the warmth of the fire and had supper on two beef MREs that we'd picked up at an Army surplus store.

"These things aren't bad, but I wouldn't want a steady diet of them," I said.

"Yeah, think of those poor guys in Iraq, living on them," Will said.

"Did you ever think about going into the military?" I asked. Oddly, it was the one subject that we had never discussed in the four years we'd known each other.

"Yeah, I thought about it."

I waited, wondering what he had thought about it.

But he asked me, "Did you?"

"I talked to a recruiter when I was in high school," I said.

"But we're not saying why we didn't go in," he said.

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

"I don't know, really. If I had, it would've been the Marines, and frankly, I didn't know if I had the balls to be a Marine."

"I can't believe I'm hearing you say that."


"I never knew you to back away from anything. You're strong as a bull, aggressive when you want to be, you're smart, athletic. You would make a great Marine. Not to mention how great you would look in the uniform."

"Well, I heard they upped the age for enlistment so I've still got time to consider it," he said. "What about you?"

"My parents were pretty insistent that I go to college. They said I could always go into the military if I wanted to after I got my degree. And with a degree I could be an officer. I'm glad, now, that I didn't' go in. I don't think I could've handled it." I didn't tell him why I thought that, and he didn't ask.

When we were finished eating we bagged the trash and I stirred in the fire to make the embers fall so it would go out after a while.

As darkness fell the only light we had was the dim glow of the moon, a small lantern inside the tent and the slowly shrinking fire. When we had both finished eating we went inside the tent and Will brought out a deck of cards. After a few beers we were both feeling quite relaxed and I jokingly suggested that we play strip poker. Much to my surprise, Will agreed.

"Okay, you're on," he said cockily.

It wasn't long before we were both down to our shorts and socks. I was blessed with a couple of good hands and Will lost his socks, one right after the other. I was getting so excited I was having trouble keeping my hands from shaking as I held the cards. Like payback, Will had the next two best hands and I lost my socks. My next hand was shit, and if I lost my shorts, I didn't know if Will would shed his shorts to go to bed. I wanted him naked so bad! Despite the cards that I held in my hand, I found the courage to bluff. Will took the bait and folded and without hesitation, stripped off his boxers. Godd, he was naked, and so beautiful. I'd seen him naked hundreds of times, but it was different this time, out in the woods, alone in a small tent. I shivered with excitement and Will thought I was cold.

"Hey, if you're cold we could join our sleeping bags and share body heat," he said. "Why don't you unzip yours and spread it out. We can cover up with mine."

It warmed my heart to hear him say it and I didn't bother to tell him that my shiver was from excitement, not the cold. I'd been trying not to think about what might lie ahead when we reached the top and set up the tent for the night. I didn't want any preconceived notions or hopes that could be shattered; just go with the flow, I told myself. I didn't know if he meant anything by it or if he considered it a normal course of action, putting our sleeping bags together, but when he suggested it, I began to shake even worse.

"Damn, you are cold," he said as he started rubbing his hands up and down my arms and back and shoulders. "Come on, let's put the sleeping bags together and get you warmed up."

We joined the sleeping bags and Will climbed in, holding the top open for me. When I hesitated, he said, "Oh, are you uncomfortable with me sleeping this way? This is how I sleep in the dorm and you don't seem to mind so I figured....."

"No!....I... don't mind," I said quickly.

"Well, you are the one who got 'em off of me with that shit hand I dealt you," he joked. "But, maybe you would be more comfortable if we were on an even playing field." And with that he grabbed my boxers and pulled them to my ankles.

I was practically in shock; I couldn't make good sense of what was happening so fast. But I kicked my boxers away and crawled in beside him, naked. I didn't waste any time or hover under inhibitions and he didn't hesitate to move right up against me with his back against mine. I shivered again, but not from the cold. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep.

Will, being Will, went right to sleep when we had warmed up enough. I dozed but I kept waking up. I had to turn over so I could look at the god of a man sleeping beside me. I lay close--I could feel his body heat--but I didn't let my body touch his. His idea of sharing body head was to lie back to back, and I was afraid to spoon him. I dozed off again and when I came awake that time I found myself snuggled up against his warm, naked body. I was surprised--I didn't remember moving up against him like that-and I was glad I didn't have a hardon...yet. I lay there trying to sort out the thoughts running helter-skelter through my head. This was not an opportunity to be passed up. Everything had fallen so perfectly into place that I had to wonder if it had been planned, if not by Will, then certainly by fate. I had to find my courage. Finally I got up the courage to lay my arm over him and let my hand rest on his chest. I could be deemed perfectly innocent; me being half asleep, seeking the warmth of his body. After a long while, when he didn't move, I ran my hand lightly down his chest and stomach. As I reached his lower abs, he rolled over with a snort, still asleep I was sure, and wrapped his right arm and leg around me. His big, rubbery cock fell heavily against my leg. I let out the breath of air I'd been holding and he breathed out too and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning he was still wrapped around me. It wasn't a sexual a thing; it was more intimate than that. I was afraid to move but content to lie there and look at him. He was so handsome, and sexy in his sleep. After a half hour or so of reveling in his presence, I moved my face closer to his. Closer still, and I flicked my lips with my tongue. Suddenly his leg twitched and I came to my senses. I closed my eyes the instant I saw his fluttering open, to wait for his reaction to the position we were in. He didn't move and after a moment I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He looked at me and said "Morning!" without batting an eye.

"Did you stay warm?" he asked as he untangled himself from me.

"Yes," I said. I held my breath....hopeful.....

But he crawled out of the sleeping bag.

"Are you going to stay in there for a while longer?" he asked.

"Till you get a fire built," I said, snuggling back inside the sleeping bag where he had lain and it was still warm.

"Come on, get your butt out of there; we're going swimming," he said.

"You go swim for both of us," I said.

"I'll build a fire first, so you can get warm when we come out of the water, but then you're going swimming," he said.

I stayed put while Will built the fire. I didn't want to leave my warm cocoon.

When the fire was going good he filled the small coffee pot with water to heat up,

"Am I going to have to drag your sorry ass out of there?"

"You're not man enough," I said.

"We'll see about that." He came in the tent and tore the top sleeping bag off of me and grabbed me by both arms to try to drag me out of the tent. I managed to wrest free and when he tried again I grabbed his leg and pulled him off balance and he came down on top of me. He didn't exactly have morning wood, but his cock was rubbery hard against my thigh. His muscular weight felt wonderful as I struggled under him unnecessarily. He wrestled me for a better hold and when I was about to escape him again he grabbed hold of my cock. I didn't have morning wood but my cock was fluffed up from the warmth, giving him something to easily hold onto.

"I think this means I have the upper hand," he said. "Now are you going to come along peacefully and go swimming with me, or do I drag you out by your dick?"

"Peace. I'll go swimming with you," I said, laughing.

I followed him out of the tent and we went down to the creek, still naked.

"Was that a legitimate hold in the rule book, the one you used on me? Did you ever use it on your opponents?" I asked.

"No, we never wrestled naked, except at practice a couple of times."

"You wrestled naked, with your coach around?" I asked, surprised.

"Actually, it was after practice. We were getting ready to shower and somebody made a wise crack and there was a tussle and we all ended up on the mats. Coach came in and caught us."

"What'd he do?"

"Nothing, really. He just stood there and watched us, and said something like, 'What is this, the naked Olympics?' A couple of the guys were a little embarrassed; they looked like they were getting boners. We went on back to the showers and there was a discussion about the early Olympics. By the way, did you know the ancient games were restricted to men and boys? Women weren't even allowed as spectators. They posted guards around the area to keep women away. I think that concept of that kind of male intimacy contributed greatly to the perceived homosexuality in that culture."

"From what I've read, I think it was more than just perceived. It was very real," I said.

We swam for a half hour or so. The water was cold but it felt better than the cool morning air. I was determined to hold out till Will got out first. He tossed me a towel when I came out of the water and we headed back to the campsite and the fire.

The fire felt good when we came back. We stood around it to dry off then got dressed and ate breakfast bars and washed them down with the coffee he made.

The day was wonderfully relaxing. We explored that part of the woods that was new to us and later went for a hike further into the woods and up a nearby hill. I kept back a little so I could watch the muscles in his powerful legs, and see his butt muscles flexing in his shorts as he climbed. Several times he thought I was lagging behind and reached his arm back to pull me up beside him. That was nice too, watching the muscles in his arm when he did that, and feeling his strength. We sat astraddle a log and ate the snack lunches we'd brought along and talked about school and our final year winding down, and what we would do with our lives. We climbed higher till we reached a plateau that overlooked the vast valley below, dotted with farmhouses and fields and woods.

"Wow! I never knew this was here," I said.

"Well, I doubt we are the Lewis and Clark expedition but I'll bet not very many people from school have been this far back," I said.

"Yeah, I wonder if anybody else has been this far," Will said.

We were both tired when we got back to the campsite at dusk. Will re-built the fire and we ate supper; a mixture of chili beans and hamburger with hoagie buns, and cool water. After we'd eaten, Will stoked the fire and added some more wood to keep it going for a while. There were no pretenses this time--we didn't bother with the strip poker--we just crawled into the sleeping bags naked. We lay on our stomachs, facing the opening in the tent, talking and watching the fire till it died down. For the longest time we just gazed at the fire, without saying a word, or even looking at each other. It seemed enough to just be close to each other.

"This has been fun," he said.

"Yes, I've enjoyed it," I said.

"We should've done it sooner," he said.

I almost said we wouldn't have been comfortable doing it sooner, but I said, "Well, we have this time to remember."

"Yeah." He nodded. "Yeah, we do."

Will fell asleep first so I went out and doused what was left of the fire then crawled back in and snuggled against him, back to back. Again, I was wrestling with my demons that were demanding things that I wasn't ready to tackle. But time was running short.

I woke up about three in the morning to find myself wrapped around Will. I didn't know if I moved into the position or if he had something to do with it. Again, it was such a beautifully intimate thing that I wasn't compelled toward anything sexual; I was content just to be so close to him, knowing that he was content with it too.

When I woke up again, Will was already awake and was staring down at me, watching me sleep, as I was laid across his body. When I sat up he didn't move and was still staring at me. As well as I knew him, I couldn't read him; I didn't know if he was pissed, maybe that I was all over him like that, or confused or just still tired. I started to move but he stopped me.

"This could prove to be dangerous," he joked.

I could have kissed him for saying it.

"I'm not afraid of danger," I said.

"Careful, I might be S&M," he joked.

"You'll have to show me sometime."

We left it at that, as the joke it was intended to be. Will fixed a big breakfast, which we ate, still naked. Afterwards we went for a swim, doing laps up and downstream. We bumped into each other, purposely I think, and that led to horsing around. It's hard to say who started it but within a minute or two we were doing some underwater naked wrestling. It wasn't just intimate, it went from sensual to erotic; Will got an erection. I already had one but I didn't make it obvious till he did, which was when he waded out of the water.

"That's supposed to shrink in the cold water," I said.

"Yeah, look who's talking," he said.

Unlike the time in the dorm when we wrestled, instead of him shying away when I came out of the water, Will grabbed me in another hold. For the wrestler he was, he wasn't making much of an effort to pin me and from the look on his face he was enjoying just playing around. The match lasted about ten minutes before he decided to finish it off and pin me. Instead of using one of his trademark moves, he grabbed the inside of my left leg just under my crotch with his right arm and my right shoulder with his left hand, then with his foot he tripped me. I went down and he landed himself across my back, keeping his hands and legs wrapped around me. He held me tight for a moment, as if to show me that I was helpless and in his power. I didn't mind being defeated; it was wonderful feeling having every pound of his muscular body pressing against my back. Finally, he released his hold but he didn't move off of me. Instead, he shifted his body around so he was laying slightly beside me. His cock fell against my leg like it had on the first night. We lay there quietly for a while, without a word, our cocks still throbbing hard, till Will got up. He put his hand down to pull me to my feet, took a half step to the side so I wouldn't run into him. Oddly, he looked a little embarrassed at his erection, and it made me feel embarrassed about mine. Without a word, we headed back to the campsite.

We got dressed in our shorts and hiking boots and broke camp, then we ate a light lunch and headed back. We didn't talk much during the hike back and what was said was mostly small talk. We were about an hour from the school and I could feel each step taking me further away from the opportunity that fate had handed me. It was now or never. What was to be said needed to be said while we were still in the woods, before we got back to the dorm.

"So....what was that back at the creek?" I asked.

Will didn't look around and he didn't respond right away; we just kept walking.

"We were both tired of school....and....we needed a break.....," he said in a calm, reassuring tone.

I cut him off. " it was nothing to stress over, right?"

Again it took him a moment to say anything and when he finally did speak he sounded like he didn't really believe what he was saying.

"Uh....yeah....uh....sure....nothing....just horsing around."

I didn't buy it but I left it at that, afraid that if I badgered him about it he might get annoyed. I was quiet for the rest of the way back and so was he. Back at the dorm, we showered and ordered out. We ate in silence. I didn't like the way the weekend was ending. Everything had been so perfect, and now it was turning sour. We were both tired and ready to hit the sack, but before I did I needed to know that Will didn't have any regrets about the weekend. I was in bed and Will was turning out the lamp.

"We, pretty close this don't have any regrets about it, do you?"

He answered, "Not one bit" then rolled over in his bed.

It was quiet after that and we both fell asleep, in separate beds. How I longed to have him in my bed, or me in his, wrapped around his warm, muscular body like we had been in the sleeping bag. And I had a feeling that he wouldn't mind but I would have to be the one to initiate it and it was a risk I wasn't willing to take.

The next morning we both had classes and we didn't see each other until late afternoon. When met up again in our room and got back to our usual banter I felt relieved that if things had changed between us, it was for the better. I held the hope that the groundwork was laid; that if I proceeded with caution and care, Will was simply waiting for me to initiate the inevitable.

It all came to a head one day when Will came in unexpectedly from the gym and found me reading the story--this story--that the author I spoke of had written and sent to me. Actually, he'd emailed it to me and I had printed it out.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"Nothing." I tried to slip the pages under my notebook but it was too late; he was standing at my shoulder.

"It's not nothing if you're trying to hide it," he said.

I was in a panic, not just from what I was reading, but I could feel his body heat and smell his musk from working out, and I couldn't think straight.

"It's personal," I said.

"Oh. Sorry." He walked away, peeling his tight T-shirt off over his head and I glanced around to watch his tight, round butt clenching as he walked.

No, I couldn't let it end with a simple "oh, sorry." It defeated the whole purpose of my efforts; of contacting the author of erotic stories that I'd found, and convincing him to write this story for me. The intent was for Will to discover it and read it.

"It's personal but......" I looked around and he stopped and turned back to me. Just that simple move took my breath away and it gave me the courage to go on. "It's personal but it includes you," I managed to blurt out.

"Oh," he said as he came back to my desk. "Can I see it then?"

I handed it to him and he walked over and sat on the edge of his bunk. I waited with my heart in my throat as he began to read it. It was several minutes and several pages before he paused and looked at me.

"This is," he said with a scowl. "Who wrote this?"

As well as I knew him, I couldn't read his tone. Was he mad? Or was he simply asking who had written such a personal account of our lives, and how did the person know so much about us?

"Did you write it?" he asked.


"Who did, then? Who else knows us both this well?"

I explained what I'd done.

"Well, he sure got it down pat," he said.

"Did he?" I asked. "A lot of it isn't factual. He took some literary license," I pointed out. "I told him it was okay to do that."

"Enough of it is factual. And the rest....." He cut off his words.

"What about the rest?" I asked. I cringed inside when he didn't say anything. "You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you how I feel."

"I had no idea you were gay," he said.

I was disappointed at his response; nothing about my feelings; just that he was surprised to learn that I was gay. "And now that you know?" I asked.

"You're putting me on the spot."


"Because I....I don't know......"

"If you've got a problem with it, I don't think either of us could get reassigned at this late date," I said.

"I didn't say I wanted a new roommate. Hell, we've been together nearly four years. What I wanta know is, how come you had some stranger write this for you?"

"Because I couldn't make sense of anything; my feelings. I read his stuff and he has a knack of getting a handle on things. He really knows how to express feelings. You should read him."

"You could've written something yourself. Not a story like this, maybe, but....heck, you could've just written me a note." He glanced down at the pages he held in his hand, then looked back up at me. "So you like the way I'm built." It was an odd thing for him to say but I guess he needed to say something.

"Everybody likes the way you're put together."

He gave me a screwed up smile.

"Half the girls on campus are drooling over you, but you never seem to notice. Or the way some of the guys in the gym look at you."

He blinked, genuinely surprised now.

"I'm not the only gay man on campus," I said, rather dryly.

With his one odd remark, he remained quiet, his eyes scanning the pages he held. I didn't know if he was reading or just skimming over the words. Then, without a word, he laid them on the desk and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and suddenly decided that I needed to get some air. I straightened the pages and laid them aside in a neat pile, available if he wanted to read them again. I pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, stepped into my sneakers and left. I didn't know where to; I just had to get out of the room.

I blew it, I thought, as I walked across the lawn that turned into the field that led to the woods. I seldom went into the woods at night by myself but I needed to be alone; very much alone. I needed seclusion, and the darkness provided that. I went over the story in my mind, trying to determine parts that might have upset him. That I was gay didn't seem to be an issue with him; it was the way he discovered it that I was afraid bothered him, and maybe that I had divulged too much about us to a stranger. I wanted cry that I had perhaps shattered our friendship. Yeah, I'd told myself it was worth the risk, but now, was it?

I walked a long way into the woods, stopping only when I reached the creek. The rushing water seemed to want to soothe me but all I could think of was Will, back in the room, struggling with God only knew what. I straddled the trunk of a fallen tree and gazed at the water. Thin streaks of moonlight caused the rushing water to sparkle like diamonds. I wished Will were with me. I wanted to cry. I did tear up but I wiped it away.

Suddenly I heard a stick snap behind me and looked around. I immediately thought it was Will.


"Hello," I said.

It was a guy who I had just recently become acquainted with; a transfer student from a large mid-western agriculture college who had decided to switch his major to mechanical engineering. We had met at a porno viewing in our dorm. I remembered he couldn't keep his hand off his crotch; he was constantly groping his hardon through his jeans. He was just eighteen, more cute than handsome, with boyish good looks and a farm-boy build with muscles built from hard work.

"Can I join you?" he asked, motioning to the log I was sitting on.

"Be my guest," I said with a shrug as I unstraddled the log and stood with my butt resting back against it, my ankles crossed. I didn't want company but he was being friendly and I didn't want to be rude. He climbed up on the log and sat with his legs spread out and dangling over the log. I couldn't help noticing how his massive thighs spread out and bulged against his jeans.

"Its nice back here," he said as he reached in and brushed his hand over the bulge of his crotch.


He squeezed his crotch several times and I knew instinctively what he wanted. I thought he was rather bold but I liked his balls. Any other time I would've probably taken him up on it but sex wasn't what I was looking for. I was looking for solace and he had interrupted that.

When I didn't say anything else, he slid down off the log, slung one leg out and adjusted his basket.

"I get the feeling maybe you're waiting to meet someone, or maybe you just want to be alone," he said.

"The latter," I said.

"Okay, no problem," he said and started to walk away.

"Hey, I didn't mean to be rude," I said by way of an apology. "It's just that I've got some things to work out."

"I didn't take it that way, being rude," he said.

"Any other time......," I said, but let my words trail off.

"Yeah, maybe some other time," he said.

I watched him walk away and gradually disappear into the darkness of the trees, not without a twinge of regret. Maybe I should've. My solace interrupted, I waited a few minutes and headed back myself. I walked on past the dorm and headed in the direction of the gym, toward the administration building. I walked for a long time, till I realized that what I was doing was trying to work up the courage to go back. Not finding it, I took off running. I ran till my chest heaved and I was dripping with sweat and I didn't know how far I'd come. I turned back at a brisk walk and headed for the dorm.

It was late when I came in. Will was lying on his bunk in his workout shorts, his arms folded behind his head, watching television in the dark. I thought he might ask why I was sweating so but neither of us spoke when I came in. I turned on my lamp and took off my sweaty clothes and headed for the shower. In the shower, the case of nerves came back. I couldn't go back in the room and face total silence. I wouldn't. If he was pissed, he could damn well come out with it and tell me what he was pissed about.

I took a long time in the shower just working up the courage to go back out into the room and face him. When I came out of the bathroom drying my hair I noticed that the story had been moved; the sheets were uneven. Will had read it again. Then I realized that my lamp was off; I had left it on. Will's lamp was on instead, and he was lying with one arm behind his head and the other laid across his bare chest. And he was in his jockstrap. He had removed his shorts and was wearing the old, worn and tattered jockstrap from his high school days. His left knee was cocked up against the wall, his other leg slung out over the edge of the bed, almost in a stance of invitation. I stood at the desk as if I were in a time warp, still holding the towel in my hand.

"You read it," I said, nodding to the story on the desk.

"Yes. He's good, whoever he is," Will said.

"I couldn't have written it the way he did," I said.

"Neither could I."

Suddenly I was full of courage that I didn't know I possessed. Frightened, yes, but with courage.

I moved around the desk to the side of his bed, glancing a couple of times to find his eyes following me. He didn't move; he didn't speak. I let the damp towel drop to the floor. It caught on the edge of the mattress and his right knee and I reached down to remove it. I didn't pull my hand back. Instead, I brushed it across his leg, about mid-thigh. Again, I glanced at him and his eyes were on mine. I wanted to speak, to ask for some reassurance, but no words would come. I swallowed hard, so loud that I was sure he could hear it. I trailed my fingers up his thigh, over his hip and across his stomach to his chest and he didn't move away or try to stop me. It was intentional that I by-passed his jockstrap, bulging with his manhood even in its relaxed state. I did not want him to think I was after him just for sex. I wanted him to know how I felt about him.

"I need to take a shower. I just got back from working out," he said as he started to get up.

"No, you're fine just like you are," I said, pressing my hand to his shoulder.

He lay back down, in slow motion, a bewildered frown on his face. My legs were shaking and it was with some relief that I knelt beside the bed, my hands still on his chest. He moved his arm and I leaned over and kissed his right pec. His wonderful smell of man-musk tasted good as well and I dragged my tongue lightly across his smooth, warm skin, toward his nipple. He tasted salty, of fresh sweat. I felt him lurch slightly when I touched it with my tongue. I felt him moan deep inside as I clasped my lips over it and began kissing and sucking on it. I paid proper homage to his tit till it was standing tall and turgid then I leaned across to kiss the other one. This time he laid his arm loosely across my shoulder. I wanted to cry over his small gesture of acceptance.

I sucked his tit for a long moment while I ventured down across his stomach with my hand. Again, when I reached the waistband of his jockstrap I purposely avoided it and ran my hand down his thigh.

His legs were like iron. I squeezed the muscle and couldn't cause an indentation; all those squats and years of athletics. Emboldened with his acceptance of my homage, I began to kiss my way down his stomach. I traced every curve and ridge of his solid abs, taking my time, as if to memorize the shape of every muscle. I was very familiar with his naked body but I counted the lumps of muscle as I crossed over each one; four, as I traversed his eight pack. Coming to the last one, my chin brushed against the waistband of his jock and I kissed toward his hip and on down his thigh. I loved his legs and I wanted to memorize them too; every hard muscle, every bulging vein. His cock had begun to come alive, lifting and swelling inside the mesh pouch. I kissed down to his knee and he brought his other leg down from the wall to lie flat as if he were making it available to me. I went to his other knee then made my way up his thigh, and at the apex I moved in to kiss his inner thighs, nudging my face into his pouch. He moaned softly as I began lapping my tongue in the apex.

I breathed in the musky aroma of fresh sweat. Then I tugged the pouch of his jock to one side to release his balls. I used the soft sandpaper texture of my tongue to wet them down before I sucked one in my mouth. He lurched and this time his moan escaped his lips. I was gentle with his jewels, sliding the one around on my tongue and sucking gently as if it were a fragile Faberge egg. The other one awaited my attention, drawing up in its sack as if it were trying to join its twin in my mouth. Cruelly, I ignored it; I was so close now, and anxious. I popped his ball from my mouth and nuzzled my face into the side of his jock, lapping at the root of his cock.

Suddenly Will's hand came into my line of vision as he pulled his jockstrap aside, exposing his manhood completely. His cock bolted and swung up over his stomach. I swear, it reached nearly to his chest. He was no more anxious that I was. But much to my surprise, he cupped both of his balls and held them up, offering them to me. I was happy to oblige. I took them in my own hand and carefully worked them both into my mouth.

"UUhhnnnn," he moaned softly.

I sucked and mauled them gently with my tongue, treating them like the two precious jewels they were. I was pleased when he put his hand on my head and pressed my facer harder into his crotch, and I sucked his balls harder. I lapped my tongue under them and found that I could touch the crack of his ass. I wanted to go there, but did I dare? I lapped as far as I could into the crack, still with his balls in my mouth, but when he didn't hunker his butt up or respond to it, I let it go.

"Aww, fuck, that feels good," he whispered.

I didn't know if he meant me sucking his balls or what I'd done with my tongue along his ass crack but I decided to find out. I carefully popped his balls free and lifted them up and licked under them. He still didn't hunker his butt up for me but he didn't resist when I pushed his legs wider apart and nuzzled my face deeper into the apex for further exploration. I was able to reach in and pulled his butt apart so I could lick the inner slopes, still without much cooperation on his part but he didn't stop me.

"Ohh!....Ohhhh....Ohh fuck, man, what're you doing?" he moaned.

I moaned and licked deeper, searching for his hole with my tongue. I barely found it when he tightened his butt muscles against my face and I felt the pressure of his thighs pressing inward and he was rubbing his cock hard against my head.

"Ohhh, fuck, man, take it....stop teasing," he gasped.

I got the impression that he didn't want me doing it so stopped and rose up. I kissed his balls again as I stared at his towering manhood that he held straight up with his thumb. He moved his hand then and his cock fell heavily onto his stomach and bobbed up and down.

I kissed along the underside of the shaft, lashing my tongue back and forth across the thick seminal vein that would soon deliver the very essence of his manhood to me. I leaned up to reach the head and lashed my tongue under the thick rim. It bolted and throbbed and kissed my lips with appreciation. Will was beginning to squirm in the mattress now and he reached down to push his cock up. I rose up out of the way and he pushed it straight up. It had never looked so big and magnificent in all the times I had seen him hard. It quivered with stiffness, the head swelling out with each throb. In the soft light I could see precum forming in the wide slit and flicked my tongue to capture it. He tasted sweet and I dipped my tongue into the slit for more. He clenched his butt muscles, pushing his cock up through the air, aiming for my lips. He was getting anxious. Finally, I wet my lips and slid them down over the head of his cock.

"Uuuuhhnnnnnnn! Ohh, Godd!" he moaned softly.

How long had I waited for that sound! How long had I dreamed of this moment, and the feel and taste of him. Godd, I felt light headed.

I knew my way around a cock and I was determined to explore Will's cock in every detail. It was exploration more than sucking at first, perhaps even idol worship. I wanted to know every curve of the bluish veins that pumped his life-blood into it. I wanted to memorize with my tongue the shape of the bulbous head. I wanted to experience every throb and feel his body's every reaction to my mouth and tongue. But soon, lust took over and I began sucking him in earnest. He responded with a sigh and a gentle thrust up into my mouth. Then I felt his hand gently on the back of my head. Not forcing. Not even urging, but simply a gesture of acceptance.

I sucked him with a reverence, as if every stroke of my mouth might be the last and I wanted to relish the journey. He thrust upward each time I went down on him, urging me now to go further. I would, but in my own time. I was in charge. He was the recipient of my pleasure and that pleasure would be in my own time, till I relinquished my power and let him be in charge of me.

Gradually, I forced my throat open with the help of his cockhead and was soon moving my mouth lower and lower on the shaft, taking more and more of his cock into my throat. I could have swallowed him once my throat was open, gulped him down like a swig of beer, but I didn't want to be greedy. I wanted to savor his man meat and prolong his pleasure. He was big, I guessed at least nine inches. I made several attempts before I finally took him all the way.

"Ohh, Goddd!" he moaned softly as I finally buried my nose in his pubes, his entire cock throbbing gratefully deep in my throat. He groaned and put pressure on the back of my head with his hand.

I worked my throat muscles, milking the shaft and tugging on the head. He was big but I could handle him. I was determined not to choke. Finally, the pressure of his hand gave way and I rose up, milking his cock with my throat muscles till the head popped into my mouth. I went back down all the way and he moaned again. My throat was relaxed and open and I began sucking him with long, full-cock strokes that he deserved. I thought he tried to lie still, maybe not to appear so anxious and excited, but he couldn't help writhing and twisting his butt in the mattress and thrusting his cock through my lips. I slid my hand under his butt to feel his hard muscles, and urged him to thrust. I wanted him to fuck my throat if that's what he wanted to do.

I was careful to always be attuned to his body motions. I didn't want to bring him off too soon. I wanted it to last, all night; hell, forever. I had waited so long, most of the time with no hope, and now I didn't want to lose it. I was successful, I would learn later from the clock, for well over a half hour, and toward the end, Will was gasping and moaning with intense pleasure.

"Awwh, please, I gotta come!" he whispered at one point, but I wasn't sure he intended for the words to come out.

I didn't relinquish my hold or my control. But lust has its own way and finally neither of us could hold it back. The pressure of his hand on my head became a tighter grip as he held my head in place and thrust his cock up into my mouth. His breath was ragged and his body was writhing and twisting out of control. I could almost smell the musk of his impending climax pouring from his pores and emanating up from his sweaty crotch. Fuck, it was heady; like an aphrodisiac that made my nostrils flare. For those last moments my mouth became his pussy. He was in control. Or, his lust was.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the neck, squeezing hard.

"I'm getting close!" he gasped. "I'm gonna come.... man, I'm... gonna...shoot!" I suddenly realized that he was trying to push me off but I held my position. It took him a second to realize that I wanted him to come in my mouth and he relaxed his grip on my neck and gave it up with a loud sigh. It could be no other way. The culmination of our pleasure could not be spoiled by such a crude interruption as moving off of his cock. I wanted him to the end. I wanted his seed. I wanted him to be complete.

His cock swelled and fairly exploded in my mouth. The large size of his cock gave it the bore of a powerful rifle, sending huge ropes of come spurting and splattering against the back of my mouth. I wondered what it would look like if he were shooting free. He thrust wildly, I think trying to plunge his cock into my throat again. Perhaps that would have been more complete for him if I had gone all the way down on him but I wanted to feel the power of him in my mouth, and to taste him. I had waited too long for this; I wouldn't be denied.

His hot, thick semen flooded my tongue and his taste permeated my very being. I was amazed at the volume of his load, and wondered how long he had been saving it. Finally, the power subsided and the spurts gave way to boiling cum and I sucked hard to draw it all out of the long barrel. He lurched from the sensitivity of my tongue on his cock. He was groping for something and I realized it was for his shorts, for me to spit his load in. Before he found them, I swallowed.

"Ohh, fuck," he gasped softly with surprise. His abs tightened as he rose up to watch me--to gape, actually--as I drained his manhood of its power and swallowed it. When I had it all down I slowly swallowed his cock again and held it deep in my throat while it continued to throb with appreciation. We lay like that for a long time till he squirmed and I thought he wanted us apart.

I was in a daze of total contentment and mild disbelief that it had finally happened. I was filled with emotion that I had the man's semen--that all-powerful essence of him--inside me. I rose up, slowly extracting his cock from my throat till it fell with a soft, wet thud across his stomach. Will let out a soft sigh.

I stayed on my knees for a moment with my head down, like a vanquished slave afraid to lift his eyes to look at his master. I didn't know what to say and I wished Will would say something. I started to get up--I was nearly standing, when he reached out and took my wrist to stop me. I hesitated, unsure what to do. I couldn't believe he was inviting me into his bed, but he obviously wanted me to stay. I went back to my knees beside his bed till I was sure.

"That was awesome," he said in a hoarse whisper.

"Yes, it was," I agreed, laying my hand on his thigh.

"I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

"I feel like I ought to thank you, but....somehow it doesn't seem like the right thing to do."

"No, it wouldn't be," I said.

He moved his leg then, as if he wanted to get up, and I moved out of his way. He got up and went to the bathroom. I was left to wonder what I should do next. He seemed so okay with everything but then it seemed he suddenly wanted to be away from me. I went to my bed and crawled in. I wasn't going to pursue a conversation. He would have to speak first and let me know what he was thinking.

Will came back from the bathroom and crawled into bed. I waited to see if he would say anything else but he didn't. He turned his light out and I lay in the dark with my doubts till I fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning a basket of nerves. I was almost afraid to turn over and see him lying in the other bed. I had no idea what his mood would be; if we still had a friendship, or if our relationship had perhaps, by that one act, turned into something as base as sex. I would accept that if that was what it turned out to be. I desperately wanted more, but I would be whatever he wanted me to be for the short months we had left together; just as long as we could be together. My greatest fear was that he would reject me as his friend now. I finally rolled over to find his bed empty. There was no sound of the shower running. I rose up and looked around and saw that his sneakers and workout clothes weren't where he'd tossed them. He was at the gym.

I remembered what day it was. There were no classes for either of us. I wished there were. I had the feeling we might need some hours apart for him to sort things out. I was hungry. I slipped on some clothes and went upstairs to get some breakfast. I ate hurriedly and went back down and hit the shower. I fully intended to be gone before Will got back but I heard him come in just as I turned the shower off. I tightened up inside, as if girding myself for battle.

"You finished with the shower?" he asked from the bathroom door as I was stepping out.


He started taking off his workout clothes in front of me while I dried off. I wondered if he were showing off for me, or tempting me with his muscular body that was still pumped up from his workout. I stepped out of his way as he came into the bathroom, waiting for him to say something about last night but he didn't.

We muddled through much of the day in awkward silence. Will worked on the computer and I poured over several chapters that I needed to get imprinted on my mind. We broke only to go to the canteen to get something for a late lunch. I was a little surprised that we went together. It was a productive day, study-wise, but otherwise completely empty for me. I couldn't believe that something so incredibly wonderful to me--and he said it was awesome, too--could be so easily forgotten or ignored, as if it had never happened. I thought that perhaps it meant nothing to him beyond his gratification.

It was after five o'clock when Will shut down the computer.

"I'm hungry for Texas. Do you want to go?" he asked, getting up from the desk.


We set out walking to RTB. It was one of the rare times when somebody offered us a ride. We turned it down. Actually, Will turned it down before I had a chance to say anything.

"I hope that was okay. I would rather walk," he said as the car was pulling away.

"So would I." I was glad that he wanted us to spend the hour together.

"Listen, about last night....I tried to warn you," he said.

"Yes, I know." Was that what was bothering him, I wondered.

"Well, that was awesome, what you did," he said, still with not a lot of feeling except his open honesty.

I laughed softly. "Yeah, how long did you save all that up?"

"That's pretty normal for me," he said. "But I meant the way know....." He seemed awkward talking about it.

"Swallowed?" I finished for him.

"Yeah, and the way you took me."

"Come on, that wasn't your first blowjob," I said.

"No, but that wasn't just any blowjob," he said. "And girls almost never swallow."

I paused mid-step and looked at him with a surprised smile.

"It was more like....I don't you making love to my cock."

"I was," I said.

"It was awesome," he said again.

We walked a while in okay silence.

"I'm over it--the shock," he said.

"I didn't mean to shock you."

"Maybe not shock. Surprised. You had me fooled," he said.

"It wasn't my intent to fool you either. I just didn't know how to tell you," I said.

"Well, I'm okay with it, I want you to know that," he said.

"You don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that. It's been torture, you know," I said.

He looked around at me.

"Seeing you running around naked, all those muscles, being so close yet so far away from you."

"Look, I don't mean this to sound selfish, but will it....maybe it is....what I mean is, you don't have to be tortured anymore. What I mean is, I....I'm okay with it....really okay, you know what I mean?"" he stammered.

"You don't know how wonderfully happy I am to hear you say that!" I exclaimed.

"But you know I....well, I can't reciprocate," he said. "I wish I could, but I'm just not built that way."

"Oh, you reciprocate," I assured him. "Every throb, every twitch of your muscles, every groan."

"I just don't want you to feel you're being treated like a slave or being used or something. I don't want that."

"Who's the slave?" I said with a mischievous grin.

"All right," he said nodding, smiling. We walked a few more yards. "I just wanted to get that off my chest." A few more yards. "You handled me well," he said.

"I'm not a virgin to cock," I said.

"No, but you should see how girls choke and gag and carry on when they try what you did."

"Well, you are a challenge but I never believed a girl could possibly know how to please a man that way," I said.

You sure pleased me, Jason," he said.

We dropped the matter while we were at RTB. The walk back was quieter and I wondered what he was thinking. I wondered if his being "all right with it" really meant that it would happen again; if I should initiate it or wait for him to make a move or suggest something.

It turned out that he did make the overture and I couldn't have been happier or more surprised with the ease with which he did it. He had logged onto to the computer to check his email and was standing at the desk turning it off when I came out of the bathroom. I had undressed in the bathroom and had my clothes in my hand. As I walked past him he grabbed me from behind with both arms around my chest.

"Hey, I enjoyed tonight. The walk," he said.

"So did I, very much," I said, suddenly thrilled to feel the way he was sort of pressing himself against me. Not hard or vulgar, just more than horsing-around friendly, although we weren't wrestling. I could feel the bulk of his manhood against my butt. Then he let me go and we parted, him to his bed and me to mine. Was he coming on to me; letting me know it as okay again? He had hinted at it on our walk to RTB. I had to know for sure, for right then and for all time, if he was okay enough to let sex between us become a part of what I thought was a budding relationship.

As he was taking his clothes off, I said, "You said you wouldn't do that anymore."

"What?" he said with a confused scowl.

"Torture me."

"I'm just taking my clothes off. If you're being tortured, it's of your own making. I told you I was okay with everything."

I stifled the great sigh of happy relief that I let out of my lungs. I walked over to him and pushed his hands out of the way when he was about to shove his shorts down. I tugged them down off his hips and stretched them off his high-and-tight butt and slowly went to my knees to pull them down his thighs.

"You have no idea how much, how long I've wanted to be able to do this," I said as he lifted his feet to let me take the shorts off.

He stood with his hands at his sides while I knelt there, admiring his masculinity. I pressed my face against his manhood and felt his cock begin to come alive.

"I probably smell better than last night," he said hoarsely.

"You smelled fine last night. I like your fresh sweat," I said. I opened my mouth around the base of his cock, tickling my lips with his hairs and his cock lolled out against my chest. As I was about to take it in my mouth he cupped his hands under my arms to lift me to my feet.

"You don't have to be on your knees; there's room for both of us on the bed," he said.

He walked over and locked the door then got in bed first and moved over against the wall to make room for me. I was so pleased when he laid his arm out for a pillow. I stretched out beside him, but nested my head in his armpit instead of on his arm.

"Your arm doesn't make a very good pillow; it's too hard," I said.

He slid his arm under the pillow to make it softer.

"There, that better?" he asked as he laid his other arm across my chest.


I didn't make a move toward his cock again. He seemed to be content the way we were and so was I. I wondered if maybe he didn't want me to suck his cock, at least not right away. Maybe I shouldn't have gone straight for it the way I did. We lay quietly for a long moment.

"I want you to know, it can be like this," I said. "What I mean is, it's not just about sex for me. Well, it is, but it's more about, if there is an us."

"Of course there's an us. There's been an us for nearly four years now," he said.

"What I mean is, I don't want you to think that I'm just after your body, for sex. It goes a lot deeper than that. It has for a very long time."

"Well, I hope those feelings don't rule out sex," he said.

"Hey, you're the one who stopped me," I joked.

I sucked him again, this time stretched out between his legs. For me, I was making love to him but I doubted he was even vaguely attuned to any such feelings. But it wasn't just a simple blow-job to get his rocks off; it lasted a long time and I could tell he was working to hold off. I was also pleased to feel his hands on my head and neck and arms and shoulders, caressing me. Finally, he wasn't able to control it.

"Jase... Jase, I'm cumming," he whispered.

I felt a strange tremor when he called me Jase. It was the first time he'd called me that. (It would become his nickname for me). I kept sucking him and fondled his balls roughly, then took a good grip on them to let him know I wanted him to cum in my mouth. Godd, did he ever! The stuff gushed out in torrents. I tried to swallow it as fast as he gave it to me, but some ran out of my mouth and down his cock. When I was able I went down all the way to capture it. When he finished he pulled me up beside him again.

"I can't begin to tell you how wonderful that was," he said.

"Then you have a pretty good idea how I feel," I said.

"I don't understand it, but I'm glad you enjoy my reciprocation, if that's what you call it."

"Nobody's asking you to understand it beyond just knowing that I get as much out of it as you do; maybe more."

We lay quiet for a moment and I realized that he was stroking my hair. Suddenly he stopped.

"Why didn't this happen when we were camping?" he asked huskily.

"It was the right time, I guess....I was scared.... unsure," I said.

"Of me, or yourself?" he asked.

"Both. The way we were getting so close, sleeping naked in the same sleeping bag, and wrestling naked in the grass; I didn't know what that was all about. And the times we both ended up wrapped around each other, both of us with a hardon....everything was pointing in the right direction, yet you seemed oblivious to anything sexual about it," I said.

"The way it started it was only about getting you warmed up," he said. "I read that in a magazine, about sharing body heat. Yeah, it was sexual, in that I got a hardon, but that was just a natural reaction of my body."

"You never had that first inkling that I might have wanted it to go beyond sharing body heat?"

"Maybe I wanted to think that, but I was afraid to," he said. "And it really was about getting you warmed up."

"I have a confession," I said. "That shivering, it wasn't from being cold. It was from being around you."

Will was smiling. "Oh, really. I have that effect on you?"

"You make me weak in my knees just looking at you," I said

"Fucker, you had me fooled at every turn."

"It was a perfect weekend anyway," I said. "The most wonderful time of my life; up till now."

"We've wasted so much time; almost four years," he said.

"No, I don't see any of it as a waste. It was used well, building up to this, and I've enjoyed every minute of it," I said.

I wanted to approach the subject of our relationship, explore where it might lead, but I didn't want to sound like an insecure woman, harping about a commitment.

"We have to be careful that the door's locked if we're going to be sleeping in the same bed like this," he said as he laid his leg and arm over me and hugged me tight.

My heart leapt with joy...maybe I didn't have to ask, or wonder where our relationship might go. Will was leading the way.

We had returned from working out together and Will was stripping off his workout clothes to shower.

"Hey, when you're ready to buy a new jockstrap, I want that one," I said as he was pulling it off.

He straightened with it in his hand and a screwy look on his face.

"You want my jockstrap?" he asked, bewildered.

"Yes. I know how much it means to you, but if you could possibly part with it......."

"I would part with it for you. Trade me and you can have it now," he said, tossing it at me.

I snatched it out of the air and laid it on my pillow.

"What're you going to do with it?" he asked.

"Sleep with it under my pillow," I said. "I don't want to trade, though. I want you to wear it and give it to me when you take it off."

"Okay," he said, nodding. "To each his own."

"Listen, I have a confession to make."

"Another one? What am I, your priest or something?"

"When you lost your jockstrap that time at the gym and we discovered it in my laundry......" He leveled a gaze at me, like he knew what I was going to tell him. "It fell off the bench and I put it in my bag. I was going to keep it. I didn't intend for you to discover I had it. I'm sorry. I didn't know it meant so much to you, and when you told me, I was afraid to give it back."

He was quiet for a moment and I was afraid he was mad. Then his sexy lips formed a faint smile, then a full-blown smile, then he laughed. "I should be pissed," he said.

"You have every right to be. And if you don't want me to have it......"

"But I put all of that behind me," he said. "Sure I want you to have it. If you took the risk of lifting it, you should have it. I consider it an honor that you want it."

"It is an honor."

He nodded, still smiling, as he went into the bathroom.

I waited while he showered, lying on my bed with his jockstrap laying over my face. I snatched it away and sat up when I heard the shower turned off.

"Listen, I was wanting to ask you," he began as he came into the room toweling off. "I don't know how things are supposed to be now between us....I mean, I think we both understood that we wanted things to continue, but I don't want to come on too strong or be too aggressive or for you to think you have to be at my beck and call. Fuck, I don't know what I'm saying; I just don't want to fuck things up by having you think I'm an oversexed bull."

"Calm down," I said. "It's nothing to be uptight about. I was hoping we could talk about it, too. I didn't want to come on as too eager and willing either, although I am. And I don't mind that you're an oversexed bull."

"Hell, Jase, I'll just come out with it. I'm up to having sex any time, day or night, any day or night. I just don't want you to think I'm trying to turn you into my sex slave."

"I wouldn't mind being your sex slave. And I don't think you're up to it any more than I am. Why don't we just play it by ear. We tried that and look where it got us."

Will was as good as his word. We spent few nights sleeping apart. He initiated that togetherness right away. That very night when I came out of the shower--he was already in bed--and started over to my bed, he asked me where I was going. I stopped in the middle of the room and looked at him.

"This way we only have to make one bed in the morning," he said, patting his bed for me to join him, then laid his arm out to welcome me.

It was a tight fit, two men our size in a single bunk, but we made it fit. I laid on my side with my right arm and leg thrown over him and he hugged me in tight to his body.

"Just so you understand, it doesn't have to be sex every time we sleep together," he said.

"Just so you understand, I want you to let me know, if I start something, if you don't wanta do anything. I won't be offended."

He laughed softly. "I can't see that ever happening."

I started with his balls and worked under them, searching his ass crack. Like times before he wasn't overly cooperative but he didn't resist me when I licked deep in the crack, nor when I worked my arms under his thighs and brought them to rest on my shoulders. I had my feast in front of me now. I pulled his butt apart and licked his asshole. I felt it squeeze tight and when it relaxed I pulled it open and drove my tongue up inside him as far as I could reach.

"Awwwh, Fuck! What're you doing!" he groaned.

I smiled and kept tonguing him and he started cooperating fully, twisting his butt around and pushing against my face. "Aww, shit, that is awesome."

"Why don't you get on your hands and knee so you're spread open, I can make it more awesome," I said.

He scrambled to get on his hands and knees and I got behind him and resumed rimming him. He was skittish again when I tried to use my finger but we overcame it.

"Let me do this. I want to show you something that feels really good," I told him.

"If you show me something that feels any better than what we've already done, I'm going to be howling like the wolves."

"I can probably make you howl," I said. And I did.

He was on his hands and knees across his bunk and I was kneeling on the floor behind him, tonguing his ass. I gradually inserted my finger, barely up to the first knuckle. He winced and reached back and grabbed my wrist but then let go. I worked my finger in as far as I could and found his prostate.

"AAAwwwhhhh!" he cried out softly, tossing his head back. "What the hell is that!"

"That's your prostate," I said.

"I knew I had one, but I didn't know it was that sensitive," he said.

"It's the nerve center of your sexuality; your love nut. Hold onto your hat," I said as I began massaging it.

"Ohhh....Ohhhh...Ohhh, Godd....Ohhh, my Goddd!" he gasped, his eyes wide as he watched me over his shoulder.

Will was insatiable, partly, I think, because sex was so handy for him now. Yet he was always cautious about initiating it or approaching me and he did it in such subtle little ways. I was pleased that he was so open to anything I wanted to show him and he was always so appreciative of my attention. He experienced his first tongue-bath where I left not one inch of his beautiful body untouched. I even got between his taut butt muscles and that drove him nuts. He was skittish when I tried to use my finger but we overcame it.

I continued to alternate between my tongue and finger and eventually two fingers. He about went nuts. So crazy that he shot his load all over his bed without either of us touching his cock.

"Damn! What the hell just happened?" he asked. "I never felt anything like that in my life!"

"I told you I could make you howl," I said.

I went to sleep, satisfied that we were making great progress. We had to sleep in my bed.

I said I was sick of the baggie workout shorts he wore. I went to a sporting goods store and bought him a pair of really neat, sexy workout shorts. They were charcoal color with a wide maroon stripe down each side, made of soft, stretchy material, not overly tight, but the material hugged all the contours of the body without looking vulgar. They were made like boxer briefs, low-rise and almost no leg. I tried them on myself to see how they would look. Damn, even I looked sexy; I could hardly wait to see how Will looked in them. I hoped he would like them. I also bought him another jockstrap. I laid the package on his pillow.

"What's this?" he asked when he came in from classes.

"Something I bought for you."

"It's not my birthday or anything," he said with a scowl.

"You're the occasion, if you need one," I said.

He took out the jockstrap first. "Ah, you want my old jockstrap," he said, laughing.

"Yes. I still want you to wear it for me, but I wanted to get a replacement for when I took possession."

"You didn't have to do that," he said as he reached into the bag again. I watched for his reaction. All I'd ever seen him wear were those incredibly ugly and unflattering baggy things and I didn't know how he would react. He held them up and didn't say anything and I was afraid he didn't like them, or maybe didn't know what they were. Maybe he thought they were underwear.

"New workout shorts," I said.

He looked at me with a crooked little grin.

"You might as well know, I hate those baggy things you wear," I said.

"What's wrong with my baggy shorts?" he asked, still smiling as he felt the material of the shorts I'd bought.

"They're ugly as shit," I said. "You've got terrific thighs and they cover them up. Try those on before you decide you don't like them."

"I didn't say I don't like them," he said as he began unzipping his jeans.

"You didn't act like it was what you wanted for Christmas," I said.

He pulled off his jeans and shorts and opened the jockstrap and slipped it on. Then he pulled on the shorts. He tugged at the material in the back and front and tugged at the legs and the crotch.

"Don't try to stretch them into baggies; that's the way they're supposed to fit," I said.

"Boy, they're brief," he said as he tugged on the legs again and brushed his hand down over the prominent bulge in front.

"Yes, and incredibly sexy," I said. "Take a look at yourself in the mirror."

He stepped over in front of the full length mirror on the back of the door. He looked himself up and down with a critical eye.

'They show off those powerful thighs; you'll be able to see the muscles working when you do squats. And your abs."

"Yeah, right down to the last of the sixpack, where the hair begins," he said, rubbing his hand down over his stomach.

"Take another look; you're developing an eight-pack; it's just been hidden under those ugly baggies," I said.

He brushed his hand down over his bulge again.

"Stop trying to hide it or push it out of the way," I said. "Every guy in the gym has got one. Not one like yours, but......"

He cupped his hand into his crotch and lifted the bulge up and out. "That better?"

I laughed. "So, do you like them? Are you going to wear them?"

He looked at himself again, nodding as he turned around to observe the back. They rode as low in back almost as much as in front, and he pulled them up but they rode back down.

"Man, I'm gonna be showing some butt crack when I do squats," he said.

"Trust me, nobody's going to mind you showing some butt crack," I said. "So, do you like 'em? Are you going to wear them?" I asked again.

"Yeah, why not. Should be a real attention getter. If I've got it I might as well flaunt it, right?""

"Yeah, you need all the attention you can get," I said dryly.

As we grew more comfortable in our newfound relationship--yes, I was calling it that privately--I began to think about taking things to the next level. I didn't know how he would feel about it--fucking me--and I had to approach it with great care and sensitivity.

I didn't know if he had thought about it too, but I doubted it. Still, he was receptive to the idea when it was presented to him. Actually, I suppose he was simply following his cock, with my encouragement. We were sharing my bed, with no overtures to sex, me on the side to the wall and Will's body spooned against mine, and both of us naked. His cock began to come alive and make its presence known against my butt. Nothing unusual about that. Soon he had a raging hardon that was throbbing against the crack of my butt and reaching down to the back of my thighs. I squirmed against him and he pulled me in tighter; it was a natural reaction for both of us. We liked to as close as possible. My head was spinning with the now distinct possibility that we might at last take things to the next level; a dream that I'd had for so long that I teared up at the prospect. I kept myself in a state of preparedness since our first sexual encounter--flushed out, and a small tube of lube and condoms tucked under the edge of my mattress--hopeful that it could happen at any time.

Will was trying not to move against my backside but he couldn't help it.

"Sleeping in this position could be dangerous to your health," he joked in a husky voice.

"I told you once before, I'm not afraid of danger," I said, clenching my butt against his throbbing cock. It was reminiscent of our camping trip.

"It's....okay....then?" he asked, rather timidly, in a hoarse voice

The lube and condoms were under the mattress on his side of the bed.

"Yes. Reach under the edge of the mattress," I said.

He reached under the mattress and found the lube and condoms. "Oh, shit!" he whispered. Then, "Do you want me to use a condom?"

"Only if you want to," I said.

"No, then," he said.

"Good," I said.

There was no feeling of awkwardness between us. It was as if it had been well planned as the next logical step in our relationship. Will eased back away from me while I applied lube to my ass and then slicked up his cock. I wiped my hand on the edge of the mattress and jutted my butt back to him. He found his target---or his cock did, on its own--and applied pressure.

"I've never done this before," he said.

"The rudiments are the same," I said I pushed back against his cock and felt the spongy muscle around my asshole stretching. He pushed back and I could feel my asshole beginning to give. Twice more and the head slipped through. I winced but barely moaned. I didn't want him to be concerned about hurting me and I knew he would be if I cried out. He wasn't a beer can but he was exceptionally well hung--I couldn't touch my fingers around his cock--and I was more concerned about him going in so deep. He paused to let me get used to his size and asked, "Are you okay?" then began to ease in, without waiting for my answer.. I closed my eyes and relished the penetration with the pain. My stomach muscles twitched, like I was coughing, but it was from emotions that suddenly overtook me--I almost sobbed. How long had I dreamed of this moment!

He entered me slowly and gently, as if he were handling a virgin. I felt his soft groan as he shoved the last inches deep inside me.

"Is it okay?" he whispered hoarsely.

"It's wonderful," I said.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Nothing I can't handle," I said.

He held deep and still for a long moment. "It hurt, didn't it," he said.

"Only a little, at first," I added.

"Godd, I can't believe you're letting me do this," as he began fucking me.

"Why is it so difficult to convince you how I feel about you?"

"It's going to take some getting used to," he said. "I don't think anybody's ever felt this way about me."

"You foolish boy," I said. "We could walk through the campus and I could point out a dozen guys who would give anything to be where I am right now."

"Okay, I want you to do that next time we're walking through the campus," he said, laughing softly.

The End


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