The Journal

Mike heads off to college. He meets his new roommate and quickly learns they may not be the best of friends. As Mike gets settled into his classes, he picks up his research on Walter in the college library. Within a few weeks, he meets a new friend that will help him with that research, and maybe something more.

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Mike is off to College

I checked into my dorm at the University of Memphis and walked up to the second floor to find my room. I found room 229 and opened the door, my roommate was already unpacking.

He turned as I walked in, he said, “Hi, I’m Brent.”

I stuck out my hand, “Hi Brent, I’m Mike.”

He smiled, “Hey Mike, is it ok that I took this bed?”

I returned his smile, “Sure, no problem.”

He asked, “So where are you from?”

I said, “Westburg, how about you?”

He answered, “I am from right here, well a suburb anyway, about 40 minutes from here. My dad has a plastic manufacturing company, they make parts for the automotive industry, mostly vents for car air conditioners.”

He went on for a while, I just started to tune him out after a bit when he started to talk about their house at the lake and their fancy cars. He said that he just needed to get through college, and he had a cushy job waiting for him at the family business. I knew we didn’t have much in common but figured I just needed to make the best of it.

He asked, “What’s your major?” After he told me his was business, of course.

I said, “Journalism, I would like to write for a newspaper.”

He frowned and asked, “Does that pay well?”

I thought, this must be what it is like to be rich, everything revolves around money.

I said, “Well, there probably are better paying jobs, but I really like writing,”

He shrugged, “To each their own, I guess. Hey, I am meeting a couple of my buddies to go out for a while. Do you want to come along?”

I said, “Thanks for asking, but I think I will finish unpacking and will probably turn in early. I have orientation at 8 tomorrow.”

He shrugged, “No problem, I’ll be quiet when I come back.”

I smiled, “Thanks, I’ll see you later.”

After he left, I finished putting my things away, took a walk around campus and got a bite to eat. I went back to my room and read a book for a while and turned in around 10:00. As I was trying to get to sleep, I thought about Brent. I didn’t think we were going to be best friends, but I had been around guys like him before. My family never had a lot of extra money, but we always had what we needed. I just reminded myself that it wasn’t a competition, I just let him brag all he wanted.

Classes started, and I really enjoyed them. I began to make a few friends and joined a study group, so I didn’t spend too much time in my room. Brent also had a lot of activities to keep him busy, so we really didn’t see each other that much. He and his buddies went home most weekends, since they lived so close. As a result, I had the room to myself often, which was fine with me.

Mike Meets Andrew

I found that I could study and work the best at the library, so I was usually there three nights a week. I had yet to meet anyone that might be gay, and I wasn’t sure how to find such a friend. So, I was spending my Saturday nights in the library as well. I spent those nights doing research on Walter and Ellis, the college had a large collection of newspapers on microfilm. I had yet to find any new information, but I kept looking. Saturday nights were not particularly busy for the library, as you can imagine. Most nights the only other person in the building was the guy working at the front desk.

He was also a student; the college had a work-study program that allowed students to work part-time to cover a portion of their tuition. After I had shown up for the third week in a row, he looked up from the book he was reading and gave me a big smile, “Hi, back again huh?”

I chuckled, “Yeah, this is what someone who has no social life does on a Saturday night.”

We shared a laugh as I walked to the area where they kept the local newspapers. The library subscribed to all the small-town papers so students could keep up to date with their hometowns. I always started my evening reading The Reporter, I noticed that Mr. Johnson had replaced me with Jerry Harris. He was a couple of years behind me, and we had worked together on the school paper and yearbook. He was doing a good job.

I had exchanged hellos with the guy at the desk before, but this was the first time we actually talked. If you can call those few words a conversation. I noticed his smile when he greeted me, it was a wide grin that showed off his perfect white teeth and his cute dimples. For the first time I looked into his eyes, they were a deep chocolate brown, and they closed to a squint when he smiled. He was about my height with a nice build, not really skinny but not overly muscular either. I suddenly found myself attracted to a black man. I flashed back to Walter’s journal, was this how he felt when he first met Ellis? I went to the table and read the current edition of The Reporter. It took longer than usual as my eyes kept wandering back to the front desk. I finished the paper then headed back to the microfilm machine, again looking back to check out my new friend, at least he was a friend in my mind.

The next week I kept thinking about him. Our study group met at the library on Tuesday, I looked to see if he was working. I was disappointed that he wasn’t. Finally, Saturday came, and I headed out a little bit earlier than I normally did, again I was disappointed to see a girl sitting at the front desk. I went to read what Mr. Johnson had to say and again I was disappointed to only find last week’s edition of The Reporter. I went over to continue my Walter research.

I was reading through an article when I heard, “Hey thanks Kathy. I really appreciate you covering for me, I’ll come in early next week for you.”

She smiled back, “No problem, I didn’t have any plans tonight anyway.”

I was glad to see that he was here as I went back to my article. All the while looking back toward him as often as I could. I turned back to the microfilm viewer and focused on what I was reading, I was startled when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Hey Mike Jennings, from Westburg. How is your research going?”

I turned to see those cute dimples and that wide grin, I asked, “How did you know my name?”

He said, “You use your student ID to check out books, I have to record it. You always read the Westburg Reporter, so I assume you are from Westburg.”

I chuckled, “Wow, pretty good detective work, right on all accounts.”

He smiled, “I’m Andrew Watson, by the way.”

I held my hand out to shake his, “Nice to meet you, Andrew.”

Andrew said, “Oh, here is this week’s Westburg Reporter, the mail was late. Kathy didn’t have time to put it out yet.”

I smiled, “Thanks.”

He asked, “So, what are you researching? I notice that everything you are looking at is from 1922.” He paused as I gave him a questioning look.

“I have to put the microfilm away after you are done.” Andrew explained.

I nodded and thought, ok, that makes sense.

He sat in the chair next to me as I told him about finding the journal and how it ended. I explained that I was trying to find out what happened to Walter and Ellis.

He said, “Wow, that is quite a mystery. I am a history major, so this kind of thing is very interesting to me. Have you ever checked the newspapers from neighboring towns?”

I sighed, “Damn, I never thought of that. Do you think they would have anything about stuff that happened in Westburg?”

He nodded, “Sure, if it was a big enough story they might. What are some of the towns that are nearby?”

I gave him a few names of neighboring towns, and he started going through the drawers and handed me some microfilm slides. I searched for articles, printing off anything that I thought might have any information in them.

Suddenly Andrew looked at his watch, “Shit Mike, it’s 10:15, I’m supposed to close at 10.”

I said, “I’m sorry, let me help you put this stuff away.” Andrew locked the door and shut off the front lights and we finished cleaning up.

He said, “Hey, if you want to look those articles over, there is an all-night diner just off campus. Maybe we could go get a cup of coffee?”

I smiled, “That would be great.” God, Andrew was so sweet, I would do anything to spend a little more time with him.

We ordered our coffee and started to talk about everything. Our families, high school years, classes we were taking, what we wanted to do after college. Before we knew it, it was 1am, we decided we better get back to our dorm rooms.

Mike Shows Andrew the Journal

Over the next week I read over the articles that I had printed out. One caught my attention. It was about a 17-year-old drowning in the pond. I read further and found that the kid was Sheriff Tucker’s son. I wasn’t sure if it was connected in any way, but I added it to my notebook.

On Saturday night I told Andrew about what I found, and we searched further to determine if it was relevant. We printed out a few more articles. This week we watched the time a little better and we cleaned up so that Andrew could close on time.

As we left the library Andrew said, “That must be some interesting journal.”

I had just given him the highlights; I didn’t say anything about the sex. I was not sure where he stood on the whole gay thing. In all the time that we had talked the week before, that was probably the only thing we didn’t discuss. I didn’t know if he was straight or gay and he never asked about my orientation.

I decided to take a chance, “If you want to read it, we can go back to my room, and I can show it to you.”

Brent had gone home for the weekend, so I knew that we would be alone.

Andrew smiled, “Sure, I would love to read it.”

We got back to my room, and I pulled the journal out of my desk. We sat on my bed and began to read. Andrew’s eyes were glued to the pages, and I think I saw him adjust himself several times. Was he getting turned on? I just watched him as he read. God he was more attractive every time I saw him, and he was so easy to talk to. I was telling him things that I never even told Kyle. The only other person that I would tell these things to would have been my brother Steve. We used to have great talks before he was killed; God I missed him.

Andrew finally looked up from the journal, “Damn Mike, this is pretty heavy stuff. I can see why you want to find out what happened.”

I said, “I don’t know why, but I feel such a connection with Walter. I feel like I just want to help him, but I don’t know how. I just think that somehow if I find out what happened, it will help him.”

Andrew said, “I know what you mean, the way he describes his feelings toward Ellis. I would like to feel that toward someone, someday.”

I looked him in the eyes, “I have always thought the same thing.”

He returned my stare, “Yeah, that has to be something special. Knowing that you have met that one person you were meant to be with.”

Holy shit, was he still talking about Walter and Ellis? We never took our eyes off each other; I felt my heart skip a beat. Damn it, what do I say, quick think of something.

I stammered, “Yes special, I think I am starting to feel that right now.”

Shit, what did I just say? Why did I say that? Andrew didn’t flinch; he was still looking deep into my eyes.

Andrew said, “Me too.” He leaned in until our lips met.

We fell back on the bed and explored each other’s mouths with our tongues, our hands roaming all over each other’s bodies. I pushed Andrew’s shirt up over his head. Man, he was perfect, a nicely defined chest with just a small patch of hair in the center, two quarter sized nipples that sprang to attention when I ran my fingers across them. His stomach was toned and flat with just a slight six pack and V that led to a treasure trial that disappeared into his pants. I kissed my way down to his chest giving each nipple a couple of licks, then down his stomach until I reached the top of his jeans. I looked up at Andrew as I started to unbuckle his belt. Then I unbuttoned his pants, and I pulled them and his underwear off in one motion. His hard cock flopped out and landed on his stomach with a thump. God, it was beautiful, this was the first time that I had seen a black dick in person as well as one that was uncut.

I reached down and pulled the foreskin back and was just studying it, the prefect length and thickness. A dab of precum leaked from the slit, I scooped it up with my tongue. Andrew let out a moan as I fondled his balls and wrapped my lips around his erect member and started to bob up and down. I loved the taste and feeling of him hitting the back of my throat. When he put his hands on my head I was in heaven. From the sounds Andrew was making, he enjoyed it too.

Andrew pulled me off his dick, “You are going to make me cum, I want this to last a little longer.”

He stood me up and took my clothes off and we made out as our cocks rubbed together. He lay me on the bed and went to work on my dick. Jesus, what he was doing with his tongue? This was definitely not his first time. Just as I was getting close, he released my cock and sucked my nuts into his mouth. He was jacking my dick and rolling my nuts around in his mouth bringing me to the brink of climax once again. He let go of my dick and pushed my legs up and without warning dove his tongue into my asshole.

I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. “Oh my God Andrew, that is incredible.”

He continued his assault as I squirmed under him. I thought Kyle was a skilled lover, but Andrew was putting him to shame. 

He came up gave me another kiss, “Did you like that?”

I panted, “God yes.”

He kept my legs up in the air as he spit on his dick and aimed it at my hole. He gave me a questioning look as I figured out what he wanted to do.

I nodded, “Yes Andrew, please fuck me.”

He put his cock head to my ass and slowly started to enter, giving me time adjust until his balls were against my ass cheeks. I started to push back, and Andrew began to move in and out until we got a steady rhythm going. He was hitting my sweet spot on each stroke. Andrew leaned forward so we could kiss again. I was so lost in the moment; I grabbed his ass and pulled him in as tight as I could. My cock was trapped between our stomachs as Andrew continued to fuck me, without warning I erupted and my cum coated us both. I shot the biggest load that I ever remember in my nineteen years. Andrew let out a loud grunt and I felt my guts flooded with his hot seed, as he spasmed on top of me for what seemed like five minutes.

Andrew gave me a final kiss and smiled down at me, “I have never seen anyone shoot a load that big, you must have liked that.”

I smiled, “God yes, that was incredible. It has been about 7 or 8 months since I have been with anyone. It was actually the first time that I bottomed.”

He said, “It’s been about six months for me… Wait, did you say you have never bottomed before?”

I blushed, “Yeah, the only time I ever had real sex, I topped my friend Kyle.”

Andrew said, “I’m sorry, I should have asked if…”

I stopped him, “No, it’s ok. I would have stopped you if I didn’t want to do it. You were great, thank you for taking it slow, and being so gentle. I loved it.”

He smiled, “You can top me next time.”

I asked, “So you want to see me again?”

He furrowed his brow, “Of course I do. Don’t you want to see me again?”

I quickly said, “Oh God yes. I have been thinking about you for weeks. I just couldn’t work up the nerve to ask you out.”

He smiled, “I was thinking about you too. I don’t always remember the names of everyone that checks out books and pay attention to what newspaper they read, you know. I only do that for people that I’m attracted to.”

I asked, “Really? And how many names have you remembered?”

Andrew kissed me, “Just one.”

We snuggled together and held each other in silence for a few minutes.

I grinned, “So, it has been six months since you’ve been with anyone?”

He nodded, “Yep, I had a friend in high school and the last time we got together was the night before he left for the army, after we graduated. Tell me about your last time.”

I filled him on Kyle and I learning about sex together, with the help of Walter and Ellis. He told me about Tony, his friend that had joined the army. They explored together just as Kyle and I had done, only they didn’t have a journal to give them tips.

We held each other for a while longer and decided to take a shower. We started back up in the shower and as Andrew promised, he let me fuck him.

We spent the rest of the weekend together. I showed Andrew all the information I had gathered on Walter so far, and he helped me come up with a few other places to look for more information.

I started to spend even more time in the library just to be around Andrew. Every weekend when either of our roommates were gone, we would spend the night in each other’s arms.

 

To be Continued…

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