Best-Friend Fantasy Comes True

[hardreader]

Maybe I'll never catch up at this rate, but now I've just read Chapter 18 -- Rebecca blows off Stu and Stu begins to reconnect with Jay.

As much as I love the way you write your sex scenes, it's chapters like this that show you off for the fine writer you are. You create real people and real situations, real tensions and real anticipation. And when you make your characters and your storyline so real, the sex can be explosive. And in your hands it always seems to be. I guess that's why I am entrusting my cock to you as I continue through this wonderful tale. Do what you want with it. I'm sure it will be a great ride!

 

[sfcfml]

Part XXI

I began Day 2 of my sophomore year alone in the dorm floor's gang shower, but within a minute or two I was accompanied by Ezekiel, the artsy-fartsy mystery man on a floor otherwise inhabited solely by Freshmen student athletes. Up to that point I had seen Ezekiel wearing nothing other than black. All black. On that morning, I saw him wear nothing. Nothing at all.

And holy shit. Two words. Horse cock.

As Ezekiel pranced into the shower room in a regrettably prissy sort of way, my eyes could not help but fixate on the tube of meat swinging between the Freshmen's bony thighs. I could not believe it, and I hadn't seen anything like it in my life -- not in any school shower, not in my small collection of porn. It was huge, simple as that. Thick, long, and white as white. Looking back on it, the organ looked particularly huge in light of the Freshmen's choice in how to keep his pubic hair, which could be summed up by the word "none." But still ...

Even though Ezekiel and I were the only two in the shower at that time, for some reason the string bean saddled up right next to me. Ezekiel's untanned, untoned, nipple-pierced (nipple-pierced?) body did not turn me on in the least, but as he placed his straight black hair under the spray I simply could not help but look as water began making the short trip from the tip of his penis to the shower room's floor.

Ezekiel seemed neither to be showing off nor eager to conceal himself, which gave me opportunity to wonder about what THAT THING would look like HARD. It had to be at least seven inches in this condition, probably more. HOW BIG could it ultimately be? What would the zoologist dude Dr. Kinsey thing about THIS? I wondered if anyone's lips had attempted to encircle such a large erection and whether Ezekiel had plowed it into a poor guy's backside. He was just so flaming, and so unbelievably huge.

I got concerned for Jay, my sporty new friend and Ezekiel's roommate, because in a flash I recalled striking detail from Jay's physical with Dr. Fitzgerald, the fact that led to his almst indescribable rectal exam.

That Jay had, in Dr. Fitzgerald's words, been "experimenting with his butt."

Certainly Jay had to have seen Ezekiel's dick. I mean, they were roommates for crying out loud. I knew the two had not exactly bonded and in fact they didn't seem to like each other. But still, Jay must've seen it, with those brown eyes of his. Had Jay seen Ezekiel with morning wood? Had Ezekiel made a pass at Jay, taken advantage of him, tried to stick THAT THING up up Jay's LITTLE ass, one that, apparently, had been the recipient of some sort of "experimentation"?

* * *

As I made my way to my 10 o'clock class, Music Appreciation, my thoughts alternated between my mental image of Ezekiel's dick and my burning intention to find a copy of Dr. Kinsey's book, Sexual Behavior in the Human Male. The closest copy of the book was in Des Moines. I had to go. Today. But not if there was a dorm-floor crisis.

I thought the music class would take my mind off things. It seemed easy enough. I liked a wide range of music and figured we'd start with maybe Elvis and then plow through stuff like the Doors, Pink Floyd, Billy Joel, Whitney Houston, U2, eventually the then-present-day stuff like Soul Aslylum. Maybe I'd get to Des Moines later in the day and be back in time for the Resident Advisor meeting at 7.

The music building was as mysterious to me as Ezekiel had been, so I got to class about three minutes late. The professor threw me a glare as he sent a syllabus toward my desk along the near wall. I got situated and my heart dropped as I paged through what was to come. First, classical stuff like Bach, Mozart, and Beethoven and some "American" stuff by guys named Bernstein and Copland. Who? Next, there'd be some jazz, then, blues, and rock. Finally, rock. A whole two weeks' worth. Yipee.

I threw down the syllabus and tried to focus on what the prof was saying but already the course seemed over my head. Then my attention got diverted -- not because of thoughts about Ezekiel, or daydreams of Jay, or even by the cute blond guy over on the left.

Because of her.

I'd learn later in the day that her name was Dana. She caught my eye because of where she was sitting, in front of the prof. From my angle she seemed to have medium-length, blondish hair that draped onto the shoulders of her pink blouse, which I hoped would be a bit lower cut. She sat next to a friend -- a smaller, brunette girl who seemed not as striking but whose position to Dana's right caused the blonde to turn to her right, converse, and smile.

The prof must've told us to put our chairs in a circle. As Dana rose, I confirmed that her blouse was indeed pretty low-cut, her tits looked fine, and her designer jeans hugged her body in a way that made me want to run my hands all over the back of them and dig my fingernails into the tight denim as I pressed the crotch of my cargo shorts into hers.

It wasn't that Dana was drop-dead gorgeous. She was more pretty than anything, and to be honest not really my type. Rebecca and high school girlfriend Jessica were more my type -- athletic, more assertive, in Rebecca's case older. But something about the way Dana moved just turned me on. My erectile tissue too. Dana had confidence but also smoothness -- like her skin, which had just a hint of makeup, not too much.

Suddenly, the music was on. First up was Bach. Bach's song or whatever you call it was a "concerto," the prof said. But I was fixated on Dana. She took my breath away as she closed her eyes, puffed out her chest, and seemed to be inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly as she soaked up the sound of the instruments.

Clearly Dana was into this stuff, and I clearly was into Dana. And literally wanted to be. My classmate's body swayed ever so slightly as the violin played off another instrument that I overheard the professor say was an oboe. Dana moved as one instrument took the lead until then yielding to the other. Back and forth they went, up and down, in and out. One would be louder than the other. One would drive toward the finish then the other. The professor explained how each instrument sounded nice enough on its own, but when they combined themselves, a third instrument seemed to exist -- one that was unexplainable, emotional, stirring.

I looked at Dana and imagined going up and down, in and out, driving then letting up. As Rebecca and I had done. But with Dana, it would be different. Maybe, just maybe, someday, we'd get to the point where we'd use no condom. It would be just my naked penis, inside her slimy crotch, going in and out, in and out, until I'd fill her with part of me, something only a guy could provide. Only a guy.

Sure enough, when class was over, there was a dot of precum on my shorts. As I rose and concealed it with my notebook, I overheard Dana say her next class was Intro to Theater at 1 o'clock.

Suddenly, at that moment, Dr. Kinsey and a trip to Des Moines were the furthest things from my mind.

* * *

I scrambled back to my dorm room with the intention of getting naked and cumming inside Dana, even though she wouldn't be there at the time. But I got distracted by a mysterious message on my answering machine. It was from Linda, the Assistant Dean of Residence Life, who said she needed to talk to me about a "situation in Room 204." That was Jay and Ezekiel's room. Uh oh.

Suddenly my sophomore horniness was replaced by a Resident Advisor's duty-bound concern. What the fuck? I returned the call but Linda was out to lunch, so I left a message and flopped down on my bed for 5 minutes before making my way down the hall to check on Jay and/or Ezekiel.

Neither was in the room so I returned to mine, where I abandoned thoughts of masturbation, grabbed my books, and headed off for a quick lunch where I started counting the minutes till I'd get another shot at seeing Dana.

* * *

The plan was this: I'd linger outside the theater until Dana had gone in and then take a seat with a good view. Of her. Her face. Tits. Fuck!

There she was!

I stared at her eyes as she passed by. They were green, and sparkling, and her gaze lingered with mine for juuuuust a second, enough to let me know -- well, to let my dick know -- that blowing seed in side of her steaming crotch was still a possibility.

The class was to take place in the theater. As in Music Appreciation, we were asked to sit in a circle, but this time we were on the floor of what I eventually learn was a "proscenium" stage. This time I sat riiiight next to Dana and I tried to breathe calmly as she extended her legs in front of her and crossed her ankles. I did the same, hoping she'd find interest in my crotch, even though in my baggy shorts the bulge was next to nonexistent.

"Hey."

I had gotten her attention. That was the first step toward cumming inside her with no condom.

"Hi."

"I'm Stu."

"Dana."

"Nice to meet you. Aren't you in, ah, Music Appreciation too?"

"Yeah. Are you in there?"

Shit! She didn't recognize me. Damn.

"Uh-huh."

"I didn't see you."

"Well, I'm there."

"Do you play an instrument?"

"No. You?"

"Piano. Flute, too." I looked at her lips and envisioned them on top of a flute. And elsewhere. She continued. "And I sing a bit. Have done a little acting, in high school. Musicals, that stuff. Thought about being a music major, or maybe a theater major, but I'm not going to be."

"Why not?"

"Oh, lots of reasons." The prof was just entering. Dana had to wrap this up quick. "Mainly my dad."

"What's up?"

"He wants me to follow in his footsteps."

"What's he do?"

The professor was starting to talk and Dana was out of time. But somehow I knew exactly what she was going to say.

"Oh, he's a doctor."

* * *

I have absolutely no recollection of what the prof said on the first day of Intro to Theater. After class I literally ran back to my dorm room with the intention of stripping off all my clothes, putting on Jay's white briefs that I had worn home from the doctor's office, laying on my bed, and pretending that Dana was examining me. Fuck, it was going to be hot! I thought about what it'd be like to have a woman -- a young woman -- like THAT feel every inch of my body. First through the white cotton of the briefs, then underneath it, and eventually they'd come off. Ohhh! And Dana, man, she'd be thorough! She'd examine it very carefully, every inch, the skin, the slit, the whole thing, because she was young, and not used to this yet. Mmmm. She'd say she'd have to make sure it works by--

The answering machine light was blinking again. Curiosity got the better of me, or at least my medical fetish.

"Stu, say, this is Linda, in Residence Life. Thanks for calling back. Sorry I missed you. We're playing telephone tag, but could you please make sure you call me back as soon as possible. It's important. About Room 204, as you know. There's, ah, something going on you should know about. Thanks."

Oh boy. As I dialed Linda's number, I thought about the variety of somethings that she thought I should know about regarding 18-year-old roommates who seemed to be oil and water. Did Jay's interest in sports make him unbearable in Ezekiel's eyes? Was Ezekiel's music a concern? Did Jay talk on the phone with girls back home too much and too loudly? Was Ezekiel a night owl?

Or had the unthinkable happened? Had big-dicked Ezekiel made a pass at jocky jock Jay and expressed a desire to stuff his God-knows-how-long-and-thick-it-is dick up the shortstop's sometimes-experimented-with fanny?

"Hi Linda. Stu calling back."

"Sure, Stu, hi. Thanks. Got a minute?"

"Sure. What's up? With room 204?"

"Well, here, ah let me close my door." After a pause, Linda continued. "Stu, these sorts of things happen from time to time. We don't talk about it in RA training because it happens rarely, and almost always involving men, young men, and sometimes it's best to let sleeping dogs lie, until they wake up."

"OK." I was beginning to get a sense of what Linda was going to say. Poor Jay, I thought. Wow ...

"Stu, I'll just speak very frankly. We've got a situation, how should I say it?, where, ah, there is an attraction between roommates, and it goes only one direction."

"An attraction?" I felt my face flush.

"Yes, a sexual attraction."

"OK."

"And, well ..." Linda had been doing her job a long time, and she was stammering, so I prepared myself for the worst. "It's a little different of a situation, this one. I haven't talked with both roommates yet. I've only gotten a call from the complaining party, the receiving party, shall we say, of the, ah, from the one who is on the receiving end, and not too happy about it. In fact, he's very unhappy."

I sensed Jay had a temper. He was none too happy in the car on the way back from Dr. Fitzgerald's, and to be honest had scared me for a second or two. Jay was strong and I am sure could be aggressive, and I was confident he could beat the shit out of me and certainly Ezekiel, and there wouldn't be much I could do to stop it.

My head was spinning. I had to calm down Jay.

"Linda, I know that Jay can be--"

"Jay?"

"Yeah, Jay. The baseball player. The guy who called you."

Linda's pause said it all.

"Stuart?"

"Yeah?"

"Jay didn't call me."

"He didn't?"

"Ezekiel did."

 

[Buckley]

did not see that coming.

 

[Jack Springer]

Great writing sfcfml. Keep it up, please. Thank you.

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear SFCFML,
Yes, an interesting twist to the expected. Did Jay experience so much in the "didn't happen" episode, that he finds his "flaming" roommate and his equipment extremely enticing?

The story continues to be exciting and interesting.
Thanks for investing all the time and energy it takes to produce such a quality product.

 

[arito10]

I am really enjoying this story sfcfml. Keep up the good work. It is much appreciated.

 

[sfcfml]

Part XXII

I remember little else from my conversation with Linda, the one when she claimed Jay had exhibited some sort of "sexual attraction" toward Ezekiel in their dorm room. The world -- my world, the dorm floor, my assumptions, society's stereotypes -- seemed completely upside down.

Big-dicked Ezekiel just seemed sooooo gay. I mean, really. I guess I just figured that when you're really gay, you're attracted to all guys, and Jay was a guy (boy was he ever), so naturally Ezekiel would want to screw him.

But Jay, well, that was a lot harder to figure out. Jay was a jock. He had girlfriends like I had. At least I thought he said he'd had girlfriends. And the way he reacted in the car suggested that he ...

Wait a minute. The way he reacted in the car. After his sports physical, which I had witnessed, with Jay naked as a jaybird. The way he reacted after he sat in on my unexpected exam, which ended with me on all fours spewing cum onto the exam table. The way he reacted by blasting his own jizz onto the exam table after the doctor had left the room. The way he asked me to stay just the way I was, naked, so he could watch me while he jerked off.

Suddenly I wasn't so surprised about Jay. Rather, I was getting pretty turned on by the possibilities and strangely jealous that he had come onto Ezekiel instead of me.

But wait. I wasn't gay. What was I thinking? I still had some hots for Rebecca, and this new chick Dana was a sight to behold. The thing with Rudolf was just trial and error. And the thing with Andy in the sauna, I was just trying to help the kid out. And I mean Kirk and I had never done anything. I had never let him take advantage of me ...

I tried to collect my thoughts as I headed for Room 204. I knocked and my stomach tightened when I saw who was there.

"Is Jay here?"

"No."

"Can I come in?"

"If you must."

"Do you know where he's at?"

"I frankly don't care."

"Well I do."

"He's weird."

"Well, I'm not sure that you should--"

"I know, you think I'm weird, right?"

My silence said it all, so Ezekiel continued.

"And you like Jay."

"Yeah, so?"

"And you don't like me."

"I don't know anything about you."

"Thank you. You don't know anything about me. But you have made certain assumptions about me, haven't you."

"I guess I--"

"It's a statement, Stuart, not a question. No answer required."

"Well, Zeke, I--"

"Ezekiel."

"Ezekiel, I--"

"That woman from the office talked to you, and you're surprised, surprised to learn something about me, aren't you."

"Well, yes, you could say that."

"That's OK, Stuart. I'm used to it. That's why I'm not at the arts college."

"I'm not following."

"There are too many people there who aren't like me."

"What are you talking about? The place has gotta be filled with--"

"You think I'm gay, don't you."

"Well, the way you--"

"Again, Stuart, it's a statement, not a question. You think I'm gay. Guess what smart guy, I'm not."

"You're not?"

"And you preppy guys have got to stop thinking that gay guys want to jump everybody's bones. It's not true."

"It isn't?"

"Stuart, look. It's a cliche, but some of my best friends are gay. Christ, if you're going to be a performer, you gotta get used to it. But I don't want to DATE them or, worse yet, have SEX with them. No way. Women are beautiful, and sexy, in every way. Men are just ... just ... gross."

"Gross?"

"See, Stuart, it's like this. Look, ahem. You saw me in the shower earlier today, didn't you."

"Well, I wasn't--"

"Again, not a question. You did. You know. You know what I look like."

"OK, I do. But so?"

"I'm hung like a donkey."

"Well, I was thinking horse, but--"

"Horse. Close enough. I've heard it all, Stuart. Since I was 5. Horse, donkey, elephant man, fire hose. It's not much fun. I know, you think it'd be great to have something my size, right? I mean, all guys do. It's a fantasy of yours. Well, it's not everything it's cracked up to be, Stuart. See, when guys -- some guys, a lot of guys, actually -- find out about me, about my size, they react differently to me. Most of 'em are straight as an arrow. Or supposedly ..."

"I see."

"And performing arts school was a nightmare. They all got high, all the time. Ramped up on some really bad shit. Then they'd want to get down my pants, gay and straight alike, especially when they were high. I got my morals. It was just ... just ... gross."

"Coming here, well, I thought it'd be different, different if I requested being on a floor of jocks. They'd think I was weird and leave me alone, dick and all."

"So Jay didn't leave you alone?"

"Oh, he left me alone all right. Or so he thought."

"I'm confused."

"So is he, Stuart. Go talk to him. You'll see what I'm talking about."

"OK."

"Go find him. Talk to him. After you do, I think everybody can agree on one thing."

"What's that?"

"That little baseball player needs to come out of the closet."

* * *

I searched high and low for Jay but couldn't find him anywhere. A tiny side of me was major-league turned on by the idea that Jay -- JAY! -- had to come out of the closet. But most of me was thinking horrible thoughts. I confess I pondered the worst, that Jay had done the unthinkable over the fact that going on living would mean having to confess his attractions and therefore give up baseball. Was Ezekiel threatening to out him? What should I do? Call Linda from Residence Life? Call Jay's dad? Call the cops?

I was about to do the latter when the perfectly proportioned Freshmen showed up around 9 on the dorm lounge's industrial-strength couch. He was quiet and barefooted, clad in what appeared to be a new pair of boxers that, while probably a size too big for his 32-inch waist, still failed to fully conceal the delicious tube that developed when he crossed his bare ankles. I sat next to the ballplayer and caught his scent, a mixture of weight-room grease and moist pits, bare feet, and crotch.

"Jay, hey."

The shortstop shot me a quick glance with his brown eyes. "Hi, Stu."

"Where ya been?"

"Weight room."

"You OK?"

"Yeah, I'll live." There was a pause, and then Jay spoke again. "My roommate's pissed. At me."

"That's what I hear ..."

The rest of the room was fixated on the baseball game, which Jay and I watched for about three minutes before I inquired whether Jay wanted to "get outta here." He nodded yes and followed me to my private dorm room and plopped down on the side of my bed. One side of me -- the one that wanted to take his floppy almost-five inches in my hand and jack them till they reached a thick seven and could barely fit in my mouth -- wanted him to be gay, even though I most certainly wasn't. The other side -- the one that did not wish to see my friend in pain -- wanted him straight.

"Jay, I, ah--"

"So you heard."

"Sort of. I guess. What's going on?" I pulled up my desk chair and sat backward on it as I prepared to be a friend, not a Resident Advisor.

The 18-year-old rubbed his face. "I blew it, Stu."

"What do you mean? Ezekiel?"

"Huh?"

"You, ah, and Ezekiel?"

"No, no, no. God, no! No, Stu, you and I, we talked about this, in the car, just two days ago, that I'm not gay, and you say you're not gay, and I, uh ..."

"Sure, I just--"

Jay pressed his hands into his face and reclined his toned torso, causing his head to bounce lightly against the wall. His response was half laugh and half cry. Still he stayed reclined, with his knees spread far enough apart for me to get a clear shot up the baseball player's boxers. I looked at his left testicle for as long as I could, knowing that something mysterious flowed out of it and into Jay's brain, something that probably caused the young man great joy in the privacy of his own mind and his own bed, but also some significant torment as he wiped himself up after having an orgasm while thinking about a guy.

"Stu, I--"

"What's up? C'mon."

Jay sat up with a start and looked at me with eyes that were almost as red as his face.

"What did he say?"

"Not much."

"What do you mean not much?"

"Well, he pretty much said he's not gay, and--"

"And he said I'm gay?"

"Well, not really."

The athlete sat up and put his elbows on his knees.

"What did he say? You have to tell me."

"Well, he said, ah ..."

"Stu, c'mon ..."

"He said, ah, heh heh."

"Why are you laughing? This isn't funny."

"It's just that, that, he said you have to come out of the closet."

Remarkably, Jay laughed.

"I thought you said this wasn't funny."

"Well, it's not, but, ha, ol' Zeke got it about right!"

"He did?"

Jay was shaking his head and smiling. Certainly he had to be smiling through the pain. But then he laughed again. "Stu, you're simply not going to believe what I did."

"Well, tell me."

"And this stays between us, right?"

"Right."

Jay took a step back and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms in a way that made his tanned forearms bulge. In a flash I wondered how many home runs he had hit, how many double plays he had initiated, how many pre-game pushups he had done.

"All right, Stu, here's what happened. Just between us. Ready for this? Here's what I did ..." Jay cleared his throat.

"I was in the closet."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "And you're not anymore?!"

Jay unfolded his arms and held them out. "Well, I'm standing here, aren't I?"

"Jay, I'm confused."

"Stu, you're not listening. I was in the closet."

"I heard you."

"When, ah ..."

"When what?"

"When Ezekiel was jacking off."

I blinked three times, and then I understood.

"Oh, you were in ... the ... closet."

"That's what I said."

"I thought you were, ah-- Never mind. So you were in the closet when Ezekiel was jacking off." I paused, thinking how hot that must've been. Then I asked somewhat of a rhetorical question.

"Why?"

Jay blinked rapidly as the brain chemicals pumped.

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

"You don't know."

"Well, I do know. Sort of. Have you seen him?"

"Ezekiel? Not for a few hours."

"No, I mean, have you ..." Jay held his palm just about knee level. "... seen ... him?"

"Oh, ah, yeah, well I--"

"He's huge."

"Yes he is."

"And I just had to, you know ..."

"See him. His dick."

"Yeah. I guess."

"Hard."

"I was curious. And, you know ..."

This was quite a confession from an 18-year-old star high school athlete whose very teenage existence seemed to revolve around team sports. But with this cat out of the bag, there was no turning back for Jay, and he provided a play-by-play that I will never forget as long as I live.

"I first saw it, soft, for just a second, after our first night, when ol' Zeke was, you know, changing. "I've never seen anything quite like it."

"I guess I haven't, either."

"So then, a couple mornings ago, after one of those really hot nights, I'm like groggy and shit, and I roll over, and he's asleep, but, ah, wow, he's hard ..."

"You saw it hard?"

"No no no. I mean, I didn't see it. I just saw this lump, in the sheet, it was huge. And he was asleep, and Stu, it was, like, wow. So I, ah, I just looked at him, and ..."

"What?"

"Well, what the fuck. I might as well tell you. I mean, after the doctor's office and shit. But you won't tell a soul, right?"

"What did you do?"

"I, uh, you know, got one off while, um, I was looking at him."

"At Ezekiel."

"At that lump in the sheets. Yes."

"And you wanted to see what it looked like underneath the sheets."

It was a statement, not a question, and Jay knew it. He cleared his throat before continuing. "See, I had an idea that ol' Zeke would jack off after his shower this morning."

"OK."

"I basically caught him doing it a little bit, yesterday actually, after his shower. He got the towel back on in time, but the lump in front, man, he had definitely been beating off. It was ridiculous. So anyway, this morning, he's heading to the shower--"

"Around 9:30?"

"Yep, around 9:30. How do you know?"

"I saw him in there. That's when I first saw him. It. His dick. Him, naked."

"Yeah, well, as he was heading to the shower, I said I was going to go for a run, and maybe hit the weight room, and he said, OK, whatever. And I, uh--" Jay ran his hands through his hair again. "I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"You can."

"Stu, I, uh, I hid in the closet. My closet."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow. And man, wow is right. See, I got the door open a crack, and Ezekiel, he comes back in, throws the towel on his bed, and gets to work. Right then and there. Stu, my God. Shit, I mean, like any guy, I've seen some porn in my day, but man, this guy is ... is ... out of control."

Suddenly I was getting hot at the thought of Ezekiel too. I needed to hear more. "And he was jacking off?"

"He was jackin' off, Stu. Big time. Not just a routine tug before class. But reaaaally gettting into it. You know. Well, anyway, he's going at it, and I don't know, I just-- I'm right there in the closet, and I whip it out of my shorts, and I can't stand it, and I must've made a sound, or maybe he just heard me, and ..."

"He found you in the closet?

"Yes."

Jay was pitching a tent in his boxers. "See, Stu, I watched the whole fucking thing. To the end. I had just watched ol' Zeke his spew his stuff straight up in the air. Fuckin' ..."

"Hot?"

"Hot. Yes. I guess. Went straight up, his jizz. Wow. Like Old Faithful."

"Old what?"

"That thing in Wyoming, where the steam comes out of the ground."

"Oh yeah."

"Anyway, he caught me."

"What'd he do?"

"He flung open the closet door, and says, what the fuck? Then he says, what in the HELL are you doing. And I said I had been looking for my shorts but then you came in, and I thought I better, um, hide, and he asked why. And I said I didn't know. And he says, 'You were watching me, weren't you?' And I denied it at first, but then said that maybe I was. And Zeke says he's going to talk to you. And I said, please don't. So he says, all right, I'm going to the office to get a new roommate, because this was just plain wrong, what I had done. I tried to stop him, but he was outta here."

"OK."

"And I just stayed in the room for a while, and then Linda from the office called, but I let the answering machine get it. Still, I knew the damage had been done. So I went to the weight room and pumped out my frustrations."

Jay was done and I was speechless. We stayed silent for about 90 seconds before the ballplayer opened my closet door and looked at himself in the full-length mirror on the back. I stood over his shoulder and looked in his eyes.

"I don't know, Stu."

"What don't you know?"

"I'm not sure why I -- What's this?"

"What's what?"

"This smear? On the mirror?"

"I don't know." (Actually, of course, I did know. It was the remnants from where I had licked off my semen after doing my Human Anatomy "homework" the previous night.)

"Weird. Anyway. I'm not sure where this comes from."

"I said, I don't know what it is."

"No, not that. Where this comes from, the thing that made me go into the closet."

"Well, you came out without getting killed, so no harm done."

"I guess you're right. Stu, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Tell me the truth. Are you gay?"

I just stared at Jay in the doorway of my closet, absolutely clueless about how to answer that question.

 

[Marky7511]

omg, at first glance i didnt expect this story to be THIS good, but with every chapter i get more and more hooked.

cant wait for the next installment!....... no really i cant wait, i want it NOW
haha jk.

 

[DonQuixote]

SFCFML,
A very interesting installment. Poor Jay. Is he gay, or is he just plain curious, like most guys would be -- I mean, a horse is a horse of course of course, and all that jazz.

Especially if the horse had exhibited some horny behaviour the day before. And, to see the tent under the sheets . . .

The angst. I feel for the poor kid. Ruined at 18.
It will be interesting to see how the situation between Jay and Ezekial gets worked out OK.

And, how our poor protagonist figures out how to answer Jay's "$64,000" question!

Thanks for all your hard work in bringing us the latest installment. I'm looking forward to your next installment already.

 

[gaytxn09]

Absolutely fantastic update! I'm hard as a rock now. Thanks. ;-)

 

[sfcfml]

btw... i'm anxiously awaiting any news of stu experiencing real love making with one of his boy toys.

Me too! But this is, after all, the first week of school, and real love takes time, right? Of course, when you're 19, who knows what's going on??

I'll speed things up soon, I promise. Please stay tuned, and thanks tons for all the great comments.

 

[Jack Springer]

Thanks again sfcfml. Great story -- extremely well written. MORE!!!!

 

[conrad]

Thanks much for the delightful way in which you trigger memories from one's own teen time. I want all of your characters to dare to embrace their sexuality with joy in their hearts. Yes, it was great to be young and horny. You remind us how tortuous some of one's sexual journey can be.

 

[pe_gay89]

Great stuff. You've gotta feel for both of them really. Ezekiel because of everyone's assumptions, Jay because he clearly doesn't know what is going on himself. I'm looking forward to seeing how Stu fields that question.

 

[sfcfml]

Hey guys. This next part was surprisingly tough to write. Rewrote it three times, actually. This might be my favorite Part so far, to be perfectly honest.

I enjoy the feedback and knowing you're using as much care in your reading as I'm trying to do with my writing. That turns me on! Feedback from shy bi guys welcomed too.

Hope you enjoy.


Part XXIII

Am I gay?

Jay wanted to know. The question was framed in a way making it pretty clear he wanted to know about himself, too. Actually, so did I. I wanted to know about both of us.

I stepped away from the doorway of my closet and sat on the edge of my bed, somewhat reflecting over how my answer could affect the rest of my life. Most of my attention, though, was focused on responding in a way that would preserve my chance of getting into the Freshmen baseball player's pants. Or, that night, his baggy boxers.

"What makes you ask, Jay?"

"I'm just curious."

"But why?"

"I don't know." The shortstop was was starting to blush, just a little. "I just do."

"Well, I don't know if I --."

"All right Stu, you want to know why?"

"Yes."

I stood to confront the news. Jay took two steps toward me. I felt weak in the knees. "You really want to know, Stu?" I was trembling. I had to sit back down.

"Uh-huh." My voice was shaking. "I guess."

"Well, OK Stu. Here goes." Jay bit his lip as he scrutinized my being and my body. "I see what you do."

"What are you talking about?"

"I see the way you look, at me. Where you look at me."

My stomach dropped into my socks.

"What are you talking --"

"Stu, it happened the first minute I met you, when I came to the dorm with my dad. It was almost as if you were expecting me, that you couldn't wait to see what I'd look like."

"You must've misunder --"

"Stu, relax, we're cool. But it was pretty obvious. Your eyes went right to my crotch when we first met."

"Um --"

"And when you took me and my dad up to my room, Ezekiel's and my room, that first day? When I was laying on the bed, trying it out for size? Stuie, you were practically undressing me with your eyes."

I could've barfed.

"Jay, I can --"

"You want me to keep going?"

"No."

"And at the doctor's office, when you were in there with me. For crying out loud, Stu, you were practically drooling when I was taking off my shirt and jeans, and then sittin' there on the edge of the table in my underwear, waiting for the doc."

"Jay, it's just that --"

"That was a dream come true for you, wasn't it."

"I wouldn't say that --"

"Stu, it's a statement, not a question. Oops. Picked that one up from Ezekiel. Anyway, and when I dropped the shorts for the whole turn your head and cough bit? Cripes, you were gettin' hard as a rock, Stu."

"But Jay, you got hard too and I --"

"And when that whole butt thing began, when the doc gave me the one-fingered little surprise, God Stu, I thought you were gonna to cum right then and there."

"She might've used two fingers. I couldn't quite see --"

"And then in the car, when you wanted to talk about it. I'm sorry how I reacted afterward, but I just felt like ... like ... I had to draw a line."

Jay was red in the face but seemed to be done. I was in flight or fight mode. I chose to fight, but verbally and carefully.

"But we're talking now."

"Yeah."

"And I haven't raped you, or come onto you."

"Yeah."

"And it was you who just hid in the fucking closet, waiting for Ezekiel to jack off."

"Awwww, fuck!" Jay slammed his fist into the wall. "Damnit. Look, Stu, I'm sorry I --"

"Why are you apologizing? Do you think I'm gay? I mean, because you're not looking too straight today yourself, dude."

"Stu, it's OK. Look ..." Jay retreated to the wall. He stood on one foot in a way that made his lightly haired calf muscles bulge. Thankfully, he lowered his voice and relied on its upper register to speak in a softer tone. "How do I say this? Look, what happened, at the doctor, and then me and the way I reacted to Ezekiel, it's just hard, I don't know ..."

"To explain?"

"Exactly."

Jay saw a Domino's box and checked it for leftovers. It was empty.

"Jay, I feel I have to answer your question ..."

"What question?"

"Whether I'm gay."

"No you don't. Not if you don't want to."

"The answer is ..."

"OK I'm listening."

"I don't think so."

"You ... don't ... think ... so. What makes you say that?"

"That I don't think so?"

"Yeah."

"Well, the idea of kissing a guy doesn't do much for me. In fact, sitting here right now, it doesn't do anything for me."

"I can understand that."

"I mean, I don't want to date guys, or you know, live with one, other than a roommate, for a few years."

"Makes sense."

"I wanna have kids. I want my mom to have grandkids. I know she wants 'em."

"Sure."

"And I think girls are hot, and I LOVE kissing them. Necking, you know. Rebecca, shit, she's great."

"She's a tramp, Stu. Give her up."

"Think so?"

"Know so."

"How do you know?"

"That Peter dude? Truh-bble. Steer clear."

I stood and walked back toward the closet. "Well, there's this new chick I got my eye on. Dana. She's in two of my classes. There's just something about her that, you know ..."

"I know. I know exactly what you're talking about, dude. Exactly."

"I'd screw her in a minute, if I had the chance. But I mean, argh!" I rubbed my face, pulled at my hair, and looked at my reflection in the closet-door mirror. "I just think that, some guys, are ... are ..."

"What?"

"Attractive."

"How so?"

"I don't know."

"Sexy?"

"I guess."

Jay wrinkled his nose and looked at me with wonder.

"See, Stu, that's where me and you, we're different."

"How so?"

"I mean, don't take this the wrong way. You're a good looking guy and everything ..."

"Yeah?"

"But I don't really care what you look like in the face."

My heart sank, but then Jay continued to explain himself.

"See but like with Ezekiel -- and OK, with you, in the doctor's office, when you got, you know ..."

"Hard."

"Yeah, hard. Man, Stu, I don't know. I mean, I'd rather hang with a girl, at least I think I would, most of the time, but I'm just sorta drawn to it, and it's always pretty much been there, and I don't want it to be there."

Jay's voice had gotten tender, almost surprisingly so. He sounded and looked so sweet as he searched his soul, and mine too.

"I mean, is it like that for you?"

"A lot like that."

"I mean, as a kid, growing up, I always just sorta wondered, wondered what my buds and, ah, the guys in the team, would look like."

"When they're hard?"

"Yeah. And then when I first saw porn, I mean really hard-core stuff, where they were really having sex, guys and girls? I just got really turned on."

"By the guy?"

"By both."

"But by the guy, partially?"

"Yeah, but not till he was, you know ..."

"Hard."

"Uh-huh."

"And cumming?"

"Yep."

Jay pulled at his short brown hair with his right hand and brushed by his crotch with his left.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this. I've never told A SOUL about this, and you have to keep it to yourself."

"If you do the same for me."

"I 'spose you think I'm a freak, huh? A jock like me, hiding in closets, lusting after dick?"

"Jay, I don't think you're weird. No weirder than I am."

"And this is just between us, right?"

"Yeah, but can I ask you a question?"

"I guess. Shit. No turning back, huh?"

"So, I'm just trying to figure this out. You don't care what the guy looks like, as long as the cock is ..."

"Hard."

"Interesting."

"What do you think?"

"About what?"

"About guys', ah, dicks?"

"I don't know. I like them. I -- I can't believe I'm telling you this."

Jay looked at me like I had the secret of all secrets. "It's OK. Tell me."

"I sure like my dick, even though it's not huge."

"Sure."

"But for me, looks matter."

"The look of the dick?"

"No, I mean, the way the guy looks. In general. The whole thing. Just like how a girl's looks matter. If the dude looks good, I don't care what his dick looks like. Not really. Because it's his. It's attached to him. It's attached to somebody I like. It's always been that way for me, as long as I can remember."

"Wow. What attracts you about a guy?"

"The guy's gotta be, I don't know, in shape, take care of himself ..."

"Cute?"

"Cute. Yeah. Or hot. Sexy I guess."

"OK, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, but I might not answer."

"What makes a guy sexy for you? Compared with a sexy chick?"

"I don't know. It's a lot the same, I guess. I guess it's, you know, the whole package. A guy's eyes. I guess that's where I start."

"No shit? I'm not like that at all. Is it the same with chicks, for you?"

"Well, now that you mention it, not really. With girls, I dunno, it's the hair. Or maybe -- maybe I'm shallow -- or maybe it's the tits."

"I love tits."

"Fuck, me too. Geez. But guys, man, Jay, I don't know. You know, for me, the face matters. In-shape matters."

"Buff?"

"Maybe, but not too much. Just good muscles. Normal, but good."

Jay assumed somewhat of a bodybuilder stance, even though he was far from a bodybuilder. "Like me?" My God, I was so attracted to him at that point!

"Fuck you."

"Seriously, Stu, like me?"

"You're not going to freak if I tell you, right?"

"Nope."

"Like you, Jay. In my eyes, you're sort of perfect. 100 percent perfect."

That sort of slipped out, and what followed was a loooong period of me blushing, Jay pacing, and one of the most awkward silences of my life. As the seconds ticked away, I had no idea what Jay would do. Punch me? Hug me? Laugh at me? Run from the room? Call me a fag? Out me on the floor? Report me to Linda? Ask me on a date? Whip down his boxers? Cry?

He just said thanks.

"You're welcome."

There was more silence, but this one less awkward. It felt good to have it off my chest. But I was scared. Jay had to make the next move.

"So, ah, Stu ..."

"Yeah?"

"Now what?"

"I don't know."

"I mean, you're a year older and shit, and the Resident Advisor on the floor. So I'm supposed to hate you ..."

"No you're not."

"... And do shit behind your back and not get caught. But I think, I think we're ... we're ... friends, right?"

"'Couse."

"And I mean, I don't want to ruin that. I don't want you to ruin that, OK? By what we're talking out here? You hear what I'm saying?"

"OK."

"But I got to ask. Can I ask-- Can I ask you a very personal question?"

"I have a feeling you're going to ask it anyway."

"Do you want to, like, have sex with a guy?"

"Sex with a guy ... I -- I don't know."

"You really don't know?"

"Well, define sex."

"Define sex. All right. Do you want to screw a guy?"

"No."

"Do you want a guy to screw you?"

"No."

"Do you want to suck off a guy."

Silence.

"Stu?"

I just sat and blinked.

"Stu, have you already done it, sucked a guy?

Strangely, I did not hesitate to say that yes I had.

Jay looked away, raised his eyebrows, and looked unpredictable again. Uh-oh. But then he turned back and smiled. "Fuck! Really, Stu? No shit!" His voice softened again, and sounded sort of sweet. "You've really done it?"

"Don't punch me, but yeah."

"What was it like?"

"I don't know. It was good, I guess."

"Whose?"

"I probably shouldn't say."

"Somebody on the floor?? Recently??"

"Pretty recently."

"Did he like, do it in your mouth?"

"I didn't let him. Cum, I mean."

"I'm just sorta curious, cuz, like, I loved it when my girlfriend, she sucked me off."

Suddenly I got very interested in Jay. "No shit? A girl hasn't done me, yet."

"It was hot. She didn't take me all in, though. And I didn't last long though, 'cuz we had been necking and feeling each other up, and I was pretty horny. And she never did it again because I, like, didn't warn her when I was ready, and she wasn't ready for it, and she gagged and shit, and sort of spit it out on my stomach, which was gross. She said it tasted nasty, that I tasted nasty, which hurt a little bit, you know? I mean, I thought she'd just know, you know, when I was going to, ah ..."

"Come?"

"Yeah. And I thought chicks just naturally sort of liked it."

"Cum."

"Yeah. And then we broke up. But it was hot, there in her parents' car, her sucking me off. And I've just sort of wondered, ah, what she must've felt when I, you know ..."

"Came?"

"Yeah. In her mouth. I mean, it was pretty amazing for me. It felt sooooo good, so moist and hot. I hoped it was amazing for her, but maybe not. But it was soooo hot, looking down, seeing her nice face around my dick, holding her hair as she went up and down, and I watched it, and --"

I felt my mouth watering, in anticipation that maybe, someday, it would be my hair Jay would be holding as I went up and down, and as he watched it ...

"So you did it just that one time?"

"Yeah, just that once. I mean, she used to give me handjobs and shit. That was hot too. I mean, I don't beat off that often ..."

"'Course not."

"... So it was just really hot, when she did it. Sort of the way it's meant to be, you know, a girl doin' a guy? And she was good at it. Learned what to do pretty fast. So then later when she sucked me, I thought she'd sort of know when I was ready to, you know ..."

"Come."

"Yeah. I mean, that first time, the first time she jerked me off? It was pretty amazing. It was after a baseball game, actually. A road game. It was toward the end of the season, and she's giving me a ride back to town. And I'm still in my uniform."

"So like your jersey, and baseball pants?"

"Yeah, and jock. No other underwear, because it was so damn hot."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"So I'm all dirty, because I had dove for a few balls in the infield and slid into home. I had had a great game. I'm pretty beat up, got a big scrape on my leg, but I'm in a great mood, and so is she. And it's a really hot day, and I'm all sweaty and stinky, and I said, hey, let's stop by my place and I'll grab a shower and then maybe we can get some pizza. But she just pulls over and we start necking, and feeling each other up. I said I smell like a pig, and she said she didn't care."

"She might've liked it."

"Think? Anyway, she's ALL OVER me this time, you know? Hands all over me. Telling me I looked so damn sexy on the field, what a nice ass I had. Up my jersey, down the back of my baseball pants feeling my ass."

"Wow. Pretty aggressive."

"I'll say. It gets better. Other times when we were necking, she had brushed her hand by my crotch a couple times before. The first time, I think she was a little scared by my reaction, when she realized I had gotten, you know ..."

"Hard."

"Yeah. But she got used to it, feeling me on the outside, on top of my jeans, maybe groping me a little, satisfying her curiousity, you know, like I did with her, under her bra and stuff. But this time, she grabs it, my crotch, my package, reaaaally tight, and then she's feeling all around, I mean ALL around, the bottom of my balls and shit, where nobody has ever gone before except for me. And I had just gotten done with baseball, so of course I've got a jock on, and those baseball pants are pretty tight anyway, and my dick HURTS because it has nowhere to go, right?"

"Right."

"So I'm just sitting there, and she's sort of on top of me, kissing me really deep, and on my neck. Got her hands under my jersey, all over my chest, realllly feeling me all over, like never before. My armpits, they're sweaty, but she doesn't care. And then she starts at the top of my chest, starts going down my front with her hands, really light, really slow. Keeps going. Then it's like she's grabbing each pack of my six pack. Lower and lower. Gets to my belly button, says hello, keeps going, but slow. I'm thinking, wow, I'm about ready to burst out of this jock. She's at the waistband, puts her fingers just a little bit under, and then snap!

"Snap?"

"I'll never forget the sound. She snaps open my baseball pants. I remember that sound to this day. Snap! And I almost creamed right there, knowing what was next, but thankfully I didn't, because I wanted to save it, you know, show her what it's like when, you know, a guy, when I -- Stu, are you hard?"

"What do you think. You are. Obviously."

"Yeah well so, you've seen it before. Anyway, she snaps open my baseball pants, and I'm like, all right, she's gonna touch my dick! First time EVER, except for the doctor growing up, and the neighbor kid when we were, what, 10? Anyway, I'm bummed because at first she puts her hand on TOP of my jock. It's almost like she's looking for my dick, that she can't find it. And I mean, you probably saw, I'm about seven inches."

I about fainted at that news but was able to interject that "that was about what I'd guessed."

"Well, she wasn't looking in the right place, because it was snaking out the top of my jock, because it was just too, you know ..."

"Big?"

"Yeah, too big to stay in there. And her wrist finally brushes against the head of my dick, and I jump, and she figures it out. So she moves her fingers to the underside of it, the part sticking out? Just squeezes like the top couple inches? Or three? Then starts like playing with the little slit? And I'm like, fuck that, I got no room to grow down there, you know? And we had been dating for a few months, so I figured it was time for her to experience it, you know? Time for her to see what a guy REALLY looks like, in all his glory. So I slide everything down -- jock, baseball pants, the works. and it's broad daylight, and I don't care who sees, and I don't think she's ever seen a dick before, and she just sort of stares at it, thinking like, well, here it is, now what do I do? Then she holds it, reallllly lightly, likes she's gonna break it."

"She had no idea ..."

"No idea at all. What to do. So anyway, the light touch is still, like, really arousing. And I'm, like, making her hand pretty wet. And then she goes down, and she's playing with my balls and stuff, and chuckling a little, saying that she always wondered what they'd feel like, and saying how surprised she was at how bouncy they felt, and that they were a little hairy. Like she's learning an anatomy lesson."

"Human Anatomy."

"Yeah. Well, it was a hot day, and I whisper to her, well, move up a little, that's where you need to be, and she grabs my dick, which is rock hard by this time. And I have to, like, show her how to, you know ..."

"Jack you off?"

"Yeah. It's not like I do it all the time. But I start, you know, showing her how to move it, nice and slow. She puts her hand on top of mine, and then I put my hand on top of hers, show her how, you know? How tight to hold it? Then I move mine away, and just put my hands behind my neck and enjoy the fucking ride. She's like half fascinated with how it's different at the top and the bottom, and half wanting me to have a good time.

"So we're goin' along, my baseball pants and jock are past my knees at this point, and I'm like moanin' and shit, and bucking into her hand, and she's watching my every move, my dick's every move, and she's doing a pretty damn good job. She's got one hand on my hard-on, and the other either bouncing my balls or trying to keep my jersey out of the way so she can watch every inch. It's like she's a natural. And then, she just seemed to sense what was going to happen, when I, ah ..."

"Came."

"Yeah. And oh man, it had been a couple days, because my brother was staying in my room while my parents repainted his room, so it was sorta a mess, got all over my jersey, you know."

"I know."

"Fuck. It was hot. I think she was shocked, the sounds I made, and how far it could shoot."

"Sure."

"My jersey was white, and the numbers were black, and I got it all over the numbers. It was pretty fucking amazing, actually."

"Sounds like it. Shit."

"I'm horny as hell just talking about it."

"I'm horny as hell just hearing about it."

"I had to take off the jersey and wad it up and put it in my baseball bag, and just go home in my t-shirt, and I smell like an absolute pig." Jay smelled his pit. "Sort of smell like right now, actually, but worse. And then I forget about it and leave my baseball bag in the laundry room, and my mom finds the jersey, and she's holding it up, and drawing attention to the numbers, and she says, 'Jay, did you spill something on your jersey, because there's this -- Stu, where you goin'?"

"Hang tight."

I felt my hard dick rub against my cargo shorts as I crossed to my closet, dug through a box, and fished out what was under the Bible that my aunt made me bring to college. Under there was where I kept my stash. Of porn. Including a magazine titled "Handjobs!," which featured a variety of chicks jerking off mostly younger and big-dicked guys.

"You want to see this."

"Whoa -- Where did you get --"

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"It's a statement. Not a question."

 

[DonQuixote]

SFCFML,
A great chapter. A really good heart to heart, cock to cock conversation between the boys.

They have many similarities in their curiosities, but some differences, too.

I particularly enjoyed your ending when he went into the closet to get his fantastic hand jobs book for Jay.

Now THAT is one top-rated RA!

Thanks for contining to bring us quality story lines that make us think and jump into your characters' lives.

 

[Craiger]

I can see Stu and Jay are going to be good friends... you don't share your porno magazines with just anybody...lol Really a great chapter. Building up such suspense at what, hopefully, will happen...........

Craiger

 

[Undisclosed]

Simply amazing.

That last chapter was like out of my own teen days, when I was the porn provider for a few of my friends... ohh the memories....

I cant wait for the next chapter.

 

[pe_gay89]

That was definitely my favourite chapter, too!

 

[hardreader]

I've fallen farther behind again. But I finished Chapter 20 -- first day of class. With homework like that, I'd get straight A's. Jerking off on his mirror. Licking up his cum! Man, I'd study like it was finals week all the time.

Another strong chapter -- even if our hero is no closer to figuring himself out. But at least he got himself off again. Great work!