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Dorming With Dalton
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You should take Hardreader and Tim's messages to heart. They are two of the best writers here on Jub and you certainly seem to be joining their ranks. I love your story and hope you will add onto it pretty soon.
Hey guys, sorry to keep you lost in the dark with the story and when an update was going to be posted. Summer has been pretty busy for me and I just haven't had the time or the effort to sit down and write a new chapter. Sorry it took so long but it's finally here.
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We were able to spend a few hours at the beach just sitting there until people started to show up walking along the shoreline. Dalton took the blanket off us, put it back in the storage compartment and hopped out of the trunk heading for the front seat. I followed suit by getting in the passenger seat as Dalton pressed one of the many overhead buttons, closing the lift gate behind us. With that, we left he beach and headed back to the real world of school.
We arrived back at school in roughly the same amount of time it took us to arrive at the beach. Maybe it went a little quicker since there were no cops on the road heading to school, causing everyone to obey the speed limit. The sun was beginning to set, filling the sky with a variety of oranges and pinks as it passed through the clouds and trees.
“I’ll be back as soon as I shower and get ready,” he said as he went through his inbox quickly.
“How long do you think that will take?”
“An hour, hour and a half tops.”
“I think I’m going to take a short nap; then I’ll be ready by the time you show up.
“Thanks again for agreeing to go with me.” He rested his right hand on my thigh.
“Yeah, just don’t make a complete fool out of yourself.”
He smiled with both his eyes and his mouth
“I’ll see you later, Dalton.”
“Peace.” He pecked my cheek quickly.
“You’re really ballsy with the public affection thing.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m going to stop loving you because others might see.”
I just nodded and hopped out of his car. He backed out of the spot he was in and headed to the athletic side of the campus to get himself ready.
* * *
Back in my room, as soon as the door closed to the outside world I stripped myself of the sweatshirt and jeans so I was in just my boxers. I laid in my bed so my face was pressed against the pillow Dalton had used the night before, and I could still smell his scent on it. I inhaled it through my nose as I replayed what he just said to me in the car.
I never asked Dalton to show me affection in public because that would risk our secret. Yeah, the campus knows that I’m gay and people have been seeing us around with each other a lot, but it’s only because I’m tutoring him. I’m the smart kid that walks around with books in my arms, while Dalton is the big solid jock with his backpack slung over one shoulder full of workout gear. I wasn’t afraid that people would think that he’s gay because it just wouldn’t make sense, and I’m pretty sure he knows this as well. What I am worried about though is that if he keeps kissing me or grabbing me, someone will eventually see.
Then he told me he wasn’t going to stop loving me which was due to a little peck on the cheek. The thoughts of him just using me occasionally popped into my head because he could have some gay jock instead of me. Again, I wasn’t worried about this but the thoughts were still there. When he told me he wasn’t going to stop loving me though, I think that finally pushed all of them away completely. He truly cares about me and isn’t putting up with me just to get sexual gratification out of it.
With my mind at ease and Dalton’s scent still on my pillow, I closed my eyes thinking of him.
I woke up a little while later due to a large mass sitting on my back. I brought my head off the pillow but didn’t open my eyes because just by the scent I knew it was Dalton. I dropped my head back into the pillow with my eyes still closed and sighed as his weight was pushing me hard into the bed.
“I thought you were going to be ready by the time I got back here,” he said as he rubbed his strong hands against my back.
“What time is it?” I mumbled into the pillow.
“It’s a little after seven.” I still didn’t move. “Your ass looks good from this angle.”
He repositioned himself so his torso was facing my butt. I felt his hands rest on each side of my boxers as he brought them down slowly to my ankles. He took them off and threw them in the corner of my room where all the dirty clothes usually wind up.
“Get up, Christian.”
I just made a grunting sound into the pillow.
“Oh really?” He slapped my ass hard.
“OW! You fat ass, I’m getting up.” He smacked it again. “I told you I’m getting up!”
“You should see your butt right now; it’s turning a nice shade of red.”
He got off me, and to my surprise, grabbed me around the torso in his massive arms. He had no problem lifting me up and often did it like he was lifting a small doll. He got me out of the bed, into the bathroom and set me sitting on the counter. I was still asleep from my nap and was rubbing my eyes when I heard the shower go on. Before I could say anything, he grabbed me again, put me in the shower under the cold water, and closed the door.
“AH! It’s freezing!” I grabbed the hot water knob and turned it all the way on.
“That was my plan.” He sat on the counter leaning against the mirror. “I bet you’re awake now, huh?”
“Yes.” I snapped at him.
I just stood under the water as it came out of the showerhead and pounding against my body. It was nice and hot now with steam filling the bathroom completely, just how I like to take my shower. I washed my hair first, which didn’t take much time at all. I moved down to my face then arms and so on until I reached my feet. I steeped under the spray of water from the nozzle and let the gentle soap suds run off my body into the drain between my feet. In no time, I was clean and smelled good.
As I opened the shower door, Dalton had his arm extended towards me with a clean fluffy towel in his hand. I took it from him and dried my hair and body quickly before I wrapped it around my waist. I opened the door to my bedroom to allow the steam escape the small bathroom and so the mirror became defogged.
Dalton was still sitting on the counter next to me going through his phone typing away on his keyboard as I was brushing my teeth. When I spit the last of the toothpaste from my mouth and looked in the mirror, my eyes locked on to his neck. Coming up from the collar of his shirt looked to be another tattoo that I had never noticed before. It looked to be the top of a cross and was probably the size of one of the pink squared erasers you have in school.
“When’d you get that?”
“Get what?” He looked up from his phone.
I pointed in the mirror.
“What are you pointing at.” He tilted his head around so he could look in the mirror. “Oh, that.”
“Yes, that.” I said with my arms folded against my chest.
“Are you mad?”
“Explain yourself first and then I’ll answer you.”
“I got it a few days ago.” He pulled the polo shirt over his head to reveal this new addition to his body. “It’s a cross with an Italian flag draped on the right side and the Spanish flag draped on the left, and they meet in the middle. It has meaning, Christian. It’s not like I did it for no apparent reason.”
“So it’s relatively new?”
“Yeah, why.”
I smacked his tattoo.
“Ow!” He caught my hand. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Because you didn’t take me with you.” I snapped back.
“Well, I didn’t know if you’d be supportive of me, so I didn’t bother asking.”
“Next time, if you get another one, I’m going to go with you.”
“I already know what I want to get next and you’re definitely coming with me for that one.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll just have to wait and find out on your own.” He pulled his polo back over his head and hopped off the counter. “Now get dressed; the party already started.”
We left the bathroom and as I went digging through the closet Dalton sat down on my bed. I quickly found a pair of dark denim jeans and threw them at him to hold. I went back into the closet in search of a shirt to wear. I didn’t want to wear the same color as him, so I grabbed a simple gray polo off a hanger and threw that at him as well. I got a pair of white boxer briefs, slipped them on first and did the same with the rest of my clothes. When I was completely dressed with my shoes and socks on, I went into the bathroom and gelled my hair up. I put some deodorant on as well as cologne and left the bathroom for good.
“Look how cute you are in your cap and gown.” He pointed at a picture resting on my desk.
“I didn’t know people could look cute wearing a graduation gown.”
“Not many can but you Christian, certainly do.” I felt my cheeks go warm. “Who’s this kid standing next to you?”
“That’s my best friend.” I said as I moved next to him. “His name’s Brice.”
“Is he younger than you or did he just not graduate since he’s not wearing a gown?”
“He was a sophomore when I graduated. So yes, he is younger than me.”
“Does he know you’re gay?” I nodded. “He’s fine with it too?” I gave him another nod. “He must be a really nice guy than.”
“He is.” I wrapped my arms around him grabbing him into a hug. “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to meet you.”
“I don’t know, Christian.”
“Please.” I rested my head against his strong firm chest. “I promise he won’t bite.”
“Okay. If you really want me to meet him, I will.”
“Thank you, Babe.” I looked up at him, awaiting a kiss.
“No problem.” His lips met mine as he was still holding me. “When did you start calling me ‘babe’ anyway?”
“I don’t know. Do you not like it when I call you that?”
“I like it a lot.” He flashed me with one of his warming smiles. “I think we should get going; we’re already late enough.”
* * *
The party wasn’t on campus in a school-owned building, but was in a private house a few miles away. Dalton drove us there which meant I would have to be the designated driver back home. This didn’t bother me because I’m not really a party person, nonetheless a drinker. The house we pulled up to was of a decent size, was constructed of brick and had large white pillars holding a second floor balcony. The house looked old but was still nice.
Cars were parked on either side of the street for this party. There was a spot in the home’s driveway which Dalton pulled into behind a red Porsche that I assumed to be the person who was throwing the party. We got out, walked up to the house and entered the party.
Music was blasting as we stepped into the house’s foyer filled with people and red cups. The cups were obviously filled with beer, based on the way the guys and girls were walking around. No one in this house was able to walk straight without bumping into another person or a piece of furniture, which resulted in them spilling beer all over each other and the floor. Dalton was getting handshakes left and right from pretty much every guy at this party as we made our way through the crowded house. Every so often I got a pat on the back or a friendly hello from the superficial jocks.
Dalton maneuvered his way through the crowded house with me trailing behind him. I’ve never liked the concept of parties. Bunch of people show up to someone else’s home while their parents are most likely away, get drunk, hook up with a bunch of people and trash the house. Personally I’m not a fan of it, but it was for Dalton so I sucked it up and went along with the atmosphere.
We reached the dinning room where a flock of guys and the occasional girl grabbing onto a football player were all standing around the large wooden table. At the two heads of the table, a team of two people were standing with six red cups filled with a small amount of beer in front of them. They also had ping pong balls in their hands taking turns trying to throw them in the other team’s cups. In other words, they were playing beer pong, a game I was familiar with but never played.
Dalton left me and headed into the kitchen where I assumed the liquor and beer were located. He assured me that he was going to return and that I should look for Marc since he was supposedly there as well. I walked back into the living room of the house and scanned the room for Marc. The living room was probably the largest room of the house and had the most people crammed in. In some parts of the room, people were standing shoulder to shoulder trying to dance while holding their cup in one hand with the hope of not spilling it onto the floor. This sight made me smirk as I continued my search for Dalton’s best friend.
As I was about to leave the living room to search the rest of the house, these two jocks stepped in front of me denying access to the rest of the house. They looked familiar because I’ve seen them around campus but I didn’t know their names. They also weren’t on the football team but the basketball team and weren’t even starters for the team. The guy on the left was a few inches taller than me and looked to be well built. Was he anywhere close to Dalton? No, but he still had muscles. His face was very masculine with chiseled bones and a lot of facial hair. His hair was buzzed short and was of a blondish color. The guy on the right though, was about the same size as me and wasn’t built at all. His was softer than his friends and had a younger face too. He look like he didn’t want to be here but was dragged along by his bigger more powerful friend.
“Who invited the fag!” The larger guy demanded.
Most of the people at the party ignored the remark except for a selected few who heard his powerful voice over the roar of the music. The term fag really didn’t affect me anymore since I survived four years in high school; it really didn‘t bother me. What did bother me though, is that this guy was a complete stranger I had never met before, thought he could talk to me like this.
“First off, I was invited here so it’s not like I’m not welcomed.” He looked to be in shock. “Second of all, I don’t appreciate you using the term ‘fag’ the way you do. So if you don’t mind, can you get out of my way and not cause a bigger scene than you have already created?”
Normally I would ignore people like this, but the fact that everyone else at this party didn’t care that I was there and these two did just bothered me. Again, I tried to walk around them, yet my attempt was still to no avail.
“I’m not going to have some little faggot disrespect me!” He grabbed the collar of my shirt and lifted me to the tips of my toes.
Right then and there, I thought I was going to get my head bashed in. I saw images of myself getting beat over and over again by this guy and his friend. Images of blood, missing teeth, and pain; images I was not looking forward to at all. I saw the smaller guy off to the right of us back up a few steps and the look on his face represented one of a ghost sighting.
“Put him down.” I didn’t have to turn around to know whose voice it was.
“Why should I?”
“Did he do anything to you?”
“No, but he’s a good for nothing faggot and I don’t want him here.”
“Well it’s not your party nor your decision of whether he stays or goes.” Dalton stepped closer to the guy to the point of where I could feel him pressing against my back. “Now don’t make me ask a third time, put him down.”
The collar of my shirt was slowly and reluctantly released from his grip. The guy never lost eye contact with Dalton, which if you ask me is pretty stupid. Not to brag or anything, but if you were to mess with Dalton, you’d end up hurt and bleeding. To add onto his huge stature and muscles, the entire football team was here to back Dalton up if he needed it. It wasn’t the time nor place for this basketball player to act tough in front of us.
When I was finally free of his grip, he pushed me forward into Dalton. It didn’t bother me but it pissed Dalton off royally. Before I could do anything, he had the guy by the neck and pushed firmly against the wall with his right arm. His feet were a few inches off the floor, kicking frantically in search of the solid ground that was once there. Both of his hands were wrapped around Dalton’s forearm trying to loosen the grip around his neck. But it was to no avail. Dalton drew his left arm back closing his hand into a fist, ready to punch him. But I didn’t want him to. I grabbed his fist in both my hands, and just looked at him.
“Dalton.” He still had his eyes locked on this guys. “It’s not worth it.”
“No one treats you like shit.” He took a deep breath trying to control his anger. “No one.”
“Is it really worth it though, Dalton. If you were to hit him first we would all know that it wasn’t self defense. We also know that if you were to hit him, you wouldn’t just hit him once.”
“You’re damn right I wouldn’t hit him once!”
“Are you even listening to me? If you hit him, the fight’s all your fault. You’d lose your scholarship here, your position on the football team, and you might even be suspended from the school. So tell me, is it really worth it because some douche bag called me a faggot or didn’t treat me right?”
He held onto the guy’s neck for another minute before he let him fall against the wall. The guy slid to the floor holding his neck gasping for air. His face had turned a deep shade of red, and he had beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks. I believe some of the beads on his cheeks were actually tears due to his bloodshot eyes.
“If I ever catch you talking to my friend Christian, giving him shit, or even looking at him, you better run. You better run far and fast because I will hunt you down, and I will hurt you. And to make the terms fair, I’ll even give you a few seconds head start.”
“Are you threatening me?” He managed to spit out.
“You bet I am.” Dalton sat on his heels so his face was level with the guy’s on the floor. “And I dare you to tell someone in the administration about this because I’m sure they’d love to find out a basketball player was giving a homosexual problems at a party with underage people drinking.”
Dalton stood up, fixed his shirt, and wrapped his right arm around my shoulder as we returned to the party. When he did this, the now mute house erupted with applause as people cheered him on. Some guys and girls were even screaming in approval. In no time, the music was blasting again and people were dancing, still holding their red cups like nothing even happened.
With his arm still wrapped around me, he walked me into the dinning room where the beer pong tournament was still taking place. The team on the left side of the table still had all their cups while the team on the right was down to their final cup. With one final throw from one of the guys on the left, the other team had lost and now had to drink all six cups of beer that remained. The left team still remained at the table calling out for new opponents.
“Can you be my partner?”
“What?” I asked.
“My partner for beer pong. Do you want to be it?”
“I have to drive home, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” He removed his arm from my shoulder and placed his thumb on one side of his chin, while his pointer finger tapped on the other side of it. “What if I drank the cups of beer that you were supposed to drink?”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you found another partner to split the beer with you?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine.” He looked at me. “So what do you say?”
“Fine.”
We moved up to the head of the table with our six cups of beer in front of us arranged in a triangle. Like I said before, I’ve never played and was a bit nervous I was going to make a fool out of myself. The other team threw their first ball and it landed in the middle cup of the back row. Dalton shot them a “Come on” look, and they all busted out laughing, as well as myself. Dalton quickly drank the beer in the cup before he moved it out of the way so he could take a shot himself.
The game went on like this, them taking a shot and then us taking a shot, for about another five minutes. We were down to two cups when I threw the last ball which landed into the other teams final cup causing us to win. I was actually pretty good at this game, since a majority of the balls I threw went into the cups.
Supposedly, the rules of the table were that the winners have to keep going until they lose a match, which resulted in us staying at the table for at least an hour, maybe two. We must have played another six or seven games before we finally lost one and were able to resign. At the end of each of these games, we only had one or two cups left which meant Dalton had to drink four or five cups of beer. You may not think it’s a lot of beer since the cups were only filled about a quarter of the way , but several continuous games with many cups of beer add up after awhile. Dalton was shit-faced by the time we finished in the dinning room.
I don’t know what he drank before he came into the living room and freaked out on the guy, but he definitely had to have had something. A guy of his stature shouldn’t be this drunk after a few games of beer pong. I wrapped my right arm around his torso so he had some support to walk with and walked him through the crowd of people to the front door. When we reached the car I opened the passenger door placing Dalton in the seat, making sure his seat belt was buckled before I closed the door. I walked around the car, buckled myself in and headed to my own room.
“You know, Christian…” he said with his head resting against the window.
“What do I know, Dalton?”
“I…I fucking love…you.”
“I love you too.”
“You’re just so fucking hot…all the time!” He put extra emphasis on the time.
“Thank you.”
“I just want to fuck your ass!” I was laughing hard by now. “I want to fuck you so fucking hard!”
“How hard, Dalton?”
“I want…I want to make you slam against the headboard!” Tears were coming from my eyes. “I’m gonna make you fucking moan, Christian.”
I looked over at him while I was still laughing, and he looked like he had passed out. His head was back against the headrest, and his mouth was cracked open a little. I turned the radio off just to make sure he was still breathing, and to my luck, he was. I’ve never seen him drunk before, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Do you want my dick!” He scared me because I thought he was still asleep. “Do you want my dick in you!”
“One day, babe, one day.”
“Right now?!” He screamed.
“No, not right now.” I laughed again.
He passed out against the window again but lasted much longer this time, I actually had to wake him up when I parked the car. When I opened his door, his body gave out due to the lack of support but the seatbelt made sure he was still in the seat. I undid the seatbelt and he slowly stumbled out of the car. When the door was closed, I made sure I locked the car before we headed my room.
I’ve helped drunk people walk home a few times before, but this was nothing like those. Most of Dalton’s weight was leaning on me for support which made it hard to walk. We almost fell down twice too. Once when I was trying to open the door to the building he leaned back almost taking us down to the hard concrete, and the other was when we were going up the stairs. Despite all the struggle, we eventually made it into my room.
I placed Dalton on my bed sitting up against the wall so I could get myself ready for bed. I sped through my normal routine, which consisted of brushing my teeth, washing my face and then changing into a pair of shorts. Dalton must have slid down the wall while I was in the bathroom because he was lying on his left side with his face in the gap between the bed and the wall. I got him to sit up on the edge of the bed so I could strip him of his clothes. I started with his shoes which slipped off since he doesn’t tie them everyday. His socks were next which revealed his feet. I don’t have a foot fetish but he did have nice feet; they were clean and his toenails were all well manicured.
Next was his shirt which required him to lift his arms above his head so the shirt could slide off easily. I actually had to put an arm behind him to give him support so he wouldn’t fall over on the bed. The polo shirt was actually hard to get off since his muscles did a nice job of filling it up. I had to pull the sleeves over his huge biceps before the rest of his shirt could come off. Even though I’ve seen Dalton naked before, whenever he took his shirt off I would always just stare at his body. His muscles keep getting bigger and better each day, making his body look more perfect. You can tell every muscle on his body went through rigorous training to get to the point where they are today. All in all, I was still like a kid in a candy store whenever I was lucky enough to see him shirtless.
The only thing now left were his jeans. He never wore a belt with jeans so I didn’t have to worry about unbuckling it so was able to go straight to the buttons. I never liked jeans with buttons instead of a zipper because they took more time to get undone. But Dalton seemed to like them. When the fly was open, I had him stand up so I could pull his jeans down to his ankles. He almost fell over again but my hand made contact with his solid abs to keep him standing up. As the jeans hit the floor, he stepped out of them and fell on to the bed with his head on the pillow.
I crawled in bed thinking he would want to keep to himself since he was drunk and all, but he proved me wrong. As I laid next to him, he pulled me into a spooning position with his right arm and held me tight. He mumbled something quietly that sounded like “I love you” and instantly fell asleep. Before I knew it, my own eye lids were getting heavy and the last thing I heard that night was Dalton telling me he loved me.
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Chapter 11
We were able to spend a few hours at the beach just sitting there until people started to show up walking along the shoreline. Dalton took the blanket off us, put it back in the storage compartment and hopped out of the trunk heading for the front seat. I followed suit by getting in the passenger seat as Dalton pressed one of the many overhead buttons, closing the lift gate behind us. With that, we left he beach and headed back to the real world of school.
We arrived back at school in roughly the same amount of time it took us to arrive at the beach. Maybe it went a little quicker since there were no cops on the road heading to school, causing everyone to obey the speed limit. The sun was beginning to set, filling the sky with a variety of oranges and pinks as it passed through the clouds and trees.
“I’ll be back as soon as I shower and get ready,” he said as he went through his inbox quickly.
“How long do you think that will take?”
“An hour, hour and a half tops.”
“I think I’m going to take a short nap; then I’ll be ready by the time you show up.
“Thanks again for agreeing to go with me.” He rested his right hand on my thigh.
“Yeah, just don’t make a complete fool out of yourself.”
He smiled with both his eyes and his mouth
“I’ll see you later, Dalton.”
“Peace.” He pecked my cheek quickly.
“You’re really ballsy with the public affection thing.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m going to stop loving you because others might see.”
I just nodded and hopped out of his car. He backed out of the spot he was in and headed to the athletic side of the campus to get himself ready.
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Back in my room, as soon as the door closed to the outside world I stripped myself of the sweatshirt and jeans so I was in just my boxers. I laid in my bed so my face was pressed against the pillow Dalton had used the night before, and I could still smell his scent on it. I inhaled it through my nose as I replayed what he just said to me in the car.
I never asked Dalton to show me affection in public because that would risk our secret. Yeah, the campus knows that I’m gay and people have been seeing us around with each other a lot, but it’s only because I’m tutoring him. I’m the smart kid that walks around with books in my arms, while Dalton is the big solid jock with his backpack slung over one shoulder full of workout gear. I wasn’t afraid that people would think that he’s gay because it just wouldn’t make sense, and I’m pretty sure he knows this as well. What I am worried about though is that if he keeps kissing me or grabbing me, someone will eventually see.
Then he told me he wasn’t going to stop loving me which was due to a little peck on the cheek. The thoughts of him just using me occasionally popped into my head because he could have some gay jock instead of me. Again, I wasn’t worried about this but the thoughts were still there. When he told me he wasn’t going to stop loving me though, I think that finally pushed all of them away completely. He truly cares about me and isn’t putting up with me just to get sexual gratification out of it.
With my mind at ease and Dalton’s scent still on my pillow, I closed my eyes thinking of him.
I woke up a little while later due to a large mass sitting on my back. I brought my head off the pillow but didn’t open my eyes because just by the scent I knew it was Dalton. I dropped my head back into the pillow with my eyes still closed and sighed as his weight was pushing me hard into the bed.
“I thought you were going to be ready by the time I got back here,” he said as he rubbed his strong hands against my back.
“What time is it?” I mumbled into the pillow.
“It’s a little after seven.” I still didn’t move. “Your ass looks good from this angle.”
He repositioned himself so his torso was facing my butt. I felt his hands rest on each side of my boxers as he brought them down slowly to my ankles. He took them off and threw them in the corner of my room where all the dirty clothes usually wind up.
“Get up, Christian.”
I just made a grunting sound into the pillow.
“Oh really?” He slapped my ass hard.
“OW! You fat ass, I’m getting up.” He smacked it again. “I told you I’m getting up!”
“You should see your butt right now; it’s turning a nice shade of red.”
He got off me, and to my surprise, grabbed me around the torso in his massive arms. He had no problem lifting me up and often did it like he was lifting a small doll. He got me out of the bed, into the bathroom and set me sitting on the counter. I was still asleep from my nap and was rubbing my eyes when I heard the shower go on. Before I could say anything, he grabbed me again, put me in the shower under the cold water, and closed the door.
“AH! It’s freezing!” I grabbed the hot water knob and turned it all the way on.
“That was my plan.” He sat on the counter leaning against the mirror. “I bet you’re awake now, huh?”
“Yes.” I snapped at him.
I just stood under the water as it came out of the showerhead and pounding against my body. It was nice and hot now with steam filling the bathroom completely, just how I like to take my shower. I washed my hair first, which didn’t take much time at all. I moved down to my face then arms and so on until I reached my feet. I steeped under the spray of water from the nozzle and let the gentle soap suds run off my body into the drain between my feet. In no time, I was clean and smelled good.
As I opened the shower door, Dalton had his arm extended towards me with a clean fluffy towel in his hand. I took it from him and dried my hair and body quickly before I wrapped it around my waist. I opened the door to my bedroom to allow the steam escape the small bathroom and so the mirror became defogged.
Dalton was still sitting on the counter next to me going through his phone typing away on his keyboard as I was brushing my teeth. When I spit the last of the toothpaste from my mouth and looked in the mirror, my eyes locked on to his neck. Coming up from the collar of his shirt looked to be another tattoo that I had never noticed before. It looked to be the top of a cross and was probably the size of one of the pink squared erasers you have in school.
“When’d you get that?”
“Get what?” He looked up from his phone.
I pointed in the mirror.
“What are you pointing at.” He tilted his head around so he could look in the mirror. “Oh, that.”
“Yes, that.” I said with my arms folded against my chest.
“Are you mad?”
“Explain yourself first and then I’ll answer you.”
“I got it a few days ago.” He pulled the polo shirt over his head to reveal this new addition to his body. “It’s a cross with an Italian flag draped on the right side and the Spanish flag draped on the left, and they meet in the middle. It has meaning, Christian. It’s not like I did it for no apparent reason.”
“So it’s relatively new?”
“Yeah, why.”
I smacked his tattoo.
“Ow!” He caught my hand. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“Because you didn’t take me with you.” I snapped back.
“Well, I didn’t know if you’d be supportive of me, so I didn’t bother asking.”
“Next time, if you get another one, I’m going to go with you.”
“I already know what I want to get next and you’re definitely coming with me for that one.”
“What is it?”
“You’ll just have to wait and find out on your own.” He pulled his polo back over his head and hopped off the counter. “Now get dressed; the party already started.”
We left the bathroom and as I went digging through the closet Dalton sat down on my bed. I quickly found a pair of dark denim jeans and threw them at him to hold. I went back into the closet in search of a shirt to wear. I didn’t want to wear the same color as him, so I grabbed a simple gray polo off a hanger and threw that at him as well. I got a pair of white boxer briefs, slipped them on first and did the same with the rest of my clothes. When I was completely dressed with my shoes and socks on, I went into the bathroom and gelled my hair up. I put some deodorant on as well as cologne and left the bathroom for good.
“Look how cute you are in your cap and gown.” He pointed at a picture resting on my desk.
“I didn’t know people could look cute wearing a graduation gown.”
“Not many can but you Christian, certainly do.” I felt my cheeks go warm. “Who’s this kid standing next to you?”
“That’s my best friend.” I said as I moved next to him. “His name’s Brice.”
“Is he younger than you or did he just not graduate since he’s not wearing a gown?”
“He was a sophomore when I graduated. So yes, he is younger than me.”
“Does he know you’re gay?” I nodded. “He’s fine with it too?” I gave him another nod. “He must be a really nice guy than.”
“He is.” I wrapped my arms around him grabbing him into a hug. “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to meet you.”
“I don’t know, Christian.”
“Please.” I rested my head against his strong firm chest. “I promise he won’t bite.”
“Okay. If you really want me to meet him, I will.”
“Thank you, Babe.” I looked up at him, awaiting a kiss.
“No problem.” His lips met mine as he was still holding me. “When did you start calling me ‘babe’ anyway?”
“I don’t know. Do you not like it when I call you that?”
“I like it a lot.” He flashed me with one of his warming smiles. “I think we should get going; we’re already late enough.”
* * *
The party wasn’t on campus in a school-owned building, but was in a private house a few miles away. Dalton drove us there which meant I would have to be the designated driver back home. This didn’t bother me because I’m not really a party person, nonetheless a drinker. The house we pulled up to was of a decent size, was constructed of brick and had large white pillars holding a second floor balcony. The house looked old but was still nice.
Cars were parked on either side of the street for this party. There was a spot in the home’s driveway which Dalton pulled into behind a red Porsche that I assumed to be the person who was throwing the party. We got out, walked up to the house and entered the party.
Music was blasting as we stepped into the house’s foyer filled with people and red cups. The cups were obviously filled with beer, based on the way the guys and girls were walking around. No one in this house was able to walk straight without bumping into another person or a piece of furniture, which resulted in them spilling beer all over each other and the floor. Dalton was getting handshakes left and right from pretty much every guy at this party as we made our way through the crowded house. Every so often I got a pat on the back or a friendly hello from the superficial jocks.
Dalton maneuvered his way through the crowded house with me trailing behind him. I’ve never liked the concept of parties. Bunch of people show up to someone else’s home while their parents are most likely away, get drunk, hook up with a bunch of people and trash the house. Personally I’m not a fan of it, but it was for Dalton so I sucked it up and went along with the atmosphere.
We reached the dinning room where a flock of guys and the occasional girl grabbing onto a football player were all standing around the large wooden table. At the two heads of the table, a team of two people were standing with six red cups filled with a small amount of beer in front of them. They also had ping pong balls in their hands taking turns trying to throw them in the other team’s cups. In other words, they were playing beer pong, a game I was familiar with but never played.
Dalton left me and headed into the kitchen where I assumed the liquor and beer were located. He assured me that he was going to return and that I should look for Marc since he was supposedly there as well. I walked back into the living room of the house and scanned the room for Marc. The living room was probably the largest room of the house and had the most people crammed in. In some parts of the room, people were standing shoulder to shoulder trying to dance while holding their cup in one hand with the hope of not spilling it onto the floor. This sight made me smirk as I continued my search for Dalton’s best friend.
As I was about to leave the living room to search the rest of the house, these two jocks stepped in front of me denying access to the rest of the house. They looked familiar because I’ve seen them around campus but I didn’t know their names. They also weren’t on the football team but the basketball team and weren’t even starters for the team. The guy on the left was a few inches taller than me and looked to be well built. Was he anywhere close to Dalton? No, but he still had muscles. His face was very masculine with chiseled bones and a lot of facial hair. His hair was buzzed short and was of a blondish color. The guy on the right though, was about the same size as me and wasn’t built at all. His was softer than his friends and had a younger face too. He look like he didn’t want to be here but was dragged along by his bigger more powerful friend.
“Who invited the fag!” The larger guy demanded.
Most of the people at the party ignored the remark except for a selected few who heard his powerful voice over the roar of the music. The term fag really didn’t affect me anymore since I survived four years in high school; it really didn‘t bother me. What did bother me though, is that this guy was a complete stranger I had never met before, thought he could talk to me like this.
“First off, I was invited here so it’s not like I’m not welcomed.” He looked to be in shock. “Second of all, I don’t appreciate you using the term ‘fag’ the way you do. So if you don’t mind, can you get out of my way and not cause a bigger scene than you have already created?”
Normally I would ignore people like this, but the fact that everyone else at this party didn’t care that I was there and these two did just bothered me. Again, I tried to walk around them, yet my attempt was still to no avail.
“I’m not going to have some little faggot disrespect me!” He grabbed the collar of my shirt and lifted me to the tips of my toes.
Right then and there, I thought I was going to get my head bashed in. I saw images of myself getting beat over and over again by this guy and his friend. Images of blood, missing teeth, and pain; images I was not looking forward to at all. I saw the smaller guy off to the right of us back up a few steps and the look on his face represented one of a ghost sighting.
“Put him down.” I didn’t have to turn around to know whose voice it was.
“Why should I?”
“Did he do anything to you?”
“No, but he’s a good for nothing faggot and I don’t want him here.”
“Well it’s not your party nor your decision of whether he stays or goes.” Dalton stepped closer to the guy to the point of where I could feel him pressing against my back. “Now don’t make me ask a third time, put him down.”
The collar of my shirt was slowly and reluctantly released from his grip. The guy never lost eye contact with Dalton, which if you ask me is pretty stupid. Not to brag or anything, but if you were to mess with Dalton, you’d end up hurt and bleeding. To add onto his huge stature and muscles, the entire football team was here to back Dalton up if he needed it. It wasn’t the time nor place for this basketball player to act tough in front of us.
When I was finally free of his grip, he pushed me forward into Dalton. It didn’t bother me but it pissed Dalton off royally. Before I could do anything, he had the guy by the neck and pushed firmly against the wall with his right arm. His feet were a few inches off the floor, kicking frantically in search of the solid ground that was once there. Both of his hands were wrapped around Dalton’s forearm trying to loosen the grip around his neck. But it was to no avail. Dalton drew his left arm back closing his hand into a fist, ready to punch him. But I didn’t want him to. I grabbed his fist in both my hands, and just looked at him.
“Dalton.” He still had his eyes locked on this guys. “It’s not worth it.”
“No one treats you like shit.” He took a deep breath trying to control his anger. “No one.”
“Is it really worth it though, Dalton. If you were to hit him first we would all know that it wasn’t self defense. We also know that if you were to hit him, you wouldn’t just hit him once.”
“You’re damn right I wouldn’t hit him once!”
“Are you even listening to me? If you hit him, the fight’s all your fault. You’d lose your scholarship here, your position on the football team, and you might even be suspended from the school. So tell me, is it really worth it because some douche bag called me a faggot or didn’t treat me right?”
He held onto the guy’s neck for another minute before he let him fall against the wall. The guy slid to the floor holding his neck gasping for air. His face had turned a deep shade of red, and he had beads of sweat on his forehead and cheeks. I believe some of the beads on his cheeks were actually tears due to his bloodshot eyes.
“If I ever catch you talking to my friend Christian, giving him shit, or even looking at him, you better run. You better run far and fast because I will hunt you down, and I will hurt you. And to make the terms fair, I’ll even give you a few seconds head start.”
“Are you threatening me?” He managed to spit out.
“You bet I am.” Dalton sat on his heels so his face was level with the guy’s on the floor. “And I dare you to tell someone in the administration about this because I’m sure they’d love to find out a basketball player was giving a homosexual problems at a party with underage people drinking.”
Dalton stood up, fixed his shirt, and wrapped his right arm around my shoulder as we returned to the party. When he did this, the now mute house erupted with applause as people cheered him on. Some guys and girls were even screaming in approval. In no time, the music was blasting again and people were dancing, still holding their red cups like nothing even happened.
With his arm still wrapped around me, he walked me into the dinning room where the beer pong tournament was still taking place. The team on the left side of the table still had all their cups while the team on the right was down to their final cup. With one final throw from one of the guys on the left, the other team had lost and now had to drink all six cups of beer that remained. The left team still remained at the table calling out for new opponents.
“Can you be my partner?”
“What?” I asked.
“My partner for beer pong. Do you want to be it?”
“I have to drive home, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” He removed his arm from my shoulder and placed his thumb on one side of his chin, while his pointer finger tapped on the other side of it. “What if I drank the cups of beer that you were supposed to drink?”
“Wouldn’t it be better if you found another partner to split the beer with you?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine.” He looked at me. “So what do you say?”
“Fine.”
We moved up to the head of the table with our six cups of beer in front of us arranged in a triangle. Like I said before, I’ve never played and was a bit nervous I was going to make a fool out of myself. The other team threw their first ball and it landed in the middle cup of the back row. Dalton shot them a “Come on” look, and they all busted out laughing, as well as myself. Dalton quickly drank the beer in the cup before he moved it out of the way so he could take a shot himself.
The game went on like this, them taking a shot and then us taking a shot, for about another five minutes. We were down to two cups when I threw the last ball which landed into the other teams final cup causing us to win. I was actually pretty good at this game, since a majority of the balls I threw went into the cups.
Supposedly, the rules of the table were that the winners have to keep going until they lose a match, which resulted in us staying at the table for at least an hour, maybe two. We must have played another six or seven games before we finally lost one and were able to resign. At the end of each of these games, we only had one or two cups left which meant Dalton had to drink four or five cups of beer. You may not think it’s a lot of beer since the cups were only filled about a quarter of the way , but several continuous games with many cups of beer add up after awhile. Dalton was shit-faced by the time we finished in the dinning room.
I don’t know what he drank before he came into the living room and freaked out on the guy, but he definitely had to have had something. A guy of his stature shouldn’t be this drunk after a few games of beer pong. I wrapped my right arm around his torso so he had some support to walk with and walked him through the crowd of people to the front door. When we reached the car I opened the passenger door placing Dalton in the seat, making sure his seat belt was buckled before I closed the door. I walked around the car, buckled myself in and headed to my own room.
“You know, Christian…” he said with his head resting against the window.
“What do I know, Dalton?”
“I…I fucking love…you.”
“I love you too.”
“You’re just so fucking hot…all the time!” He put extra emphasis on the time.
“Thank you.”
“I just want to fuck your ass!” I was laughing hard by now. “I want to fuck you so fucking hard!”
“How hard, Dalton?”
“I want…I want to make you slam against the headboard!” Tears were coming from my eyes. “I’m gonna make you fucking moan, Christian.”
I looked over at him while I was still laughing, and he looked like he had passed out. His head was back against the headrest, and his mouth was cracked open a little. I turned the radio off just to make sure he was still breathing, and to my luck, he was. I’ve never seen him drunk before, but I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Do you want my dick!” He scared me because I thought he was still asleep. “Do you want my dick in you!”
“One day, babe, one day.”
“Right now?!” He screamed.
“No, not right now.” I laughed again.
He passed out against the window again but lasted much longer this time, I actually had to wake him up when I parked the car. When I opened his door, his body gave out due to the lack of support but the seatbelt made sure he was still in the seat. I undid the seatbelt and he slowly stumbled out of the car. When the door was closed, I made sure I locked the car before we headed my room.
I’ve helped drunk people walk home a few times before, but this was nothing like those. Most of Dalton’s weight was leaning on me for support which made it hard to walk. We almost fell down twice too. Once when I was trying to open the door to the building he leaned back almost taking us down to the hard concrete, and the other was when we were going up the stairs. Despite all the struggle, we eventually made it into my room.
I placed Dalton on my bed sitting up against the wall so I could get myself ready for bed. I sped through my normal routine, which consisted of brushing my teeth, washing my face and then changing into a pair of shorts. Dalton must have slid down the wall while I was in the bathroom because he was lying on his left side with his face in the gap between the bed and the wall. I got him to sit up on the edge of the bed so I could strip him of his clothes. I started with his shoes which slipped off since he doesn’t tie them everyday. His socks were next which revealed his feet. I don’t have a foot fetish but he did have nice feet; they were clean and his toenails were all well manicured.
Next was his shirt which required him to lift his arms above his head so the shirt could slide off easily. I actually had to put an arm behind him to give him support so he wouldn’t fall over on the bed. The polo shirt was actually hard to get off since his muscles did a nice job of filling it up. I had to pull the sleeves over his huge biceps before the rest of his shirt could come off. Even though I’ve seen Dalton naked before, whenever he took his shirt off I would always just stare at his body. His muscles keep getting bigger and better each day, making his body look more perfect. You can tell every muscle on his body went through rigorous training to get to the point where they are today. All in all, I was still like a kid in a candy store whenever I was lucky enough to see him shirtless.
The only thing now left were his jeans. He never wore a belt with jeans so I didn’t have to worry about unbuckling it so was able to go straight to the buttons. I never liked jeans with buttons instead of a zipper because they took more time to get undone. But Dalton seemed to like them. When the fly was open, I had him stand up so I could pull his jeans down to his ankles. He almost fell over again but my hand made contact with his solid abs to keep him standing up. As the jeans hit the floor, he stepped out of them and fell on to the bed with his head on the pillow.
I crawled in bed thinking he would want to keep to himself since he was drunk and all, but he proved me wrong. As I laid next to him, he pulled me into a spooning position with his right arm and held me tight. He mumbled something quietly that sounded like “I love you” and instantly fell asleep. Before I knew it, my own eye lids were getting heavy and the last thing I heard that night was Dalton telling me he loved me.
Craiger
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I have been following this story for some time and was equally happy to see an updated chapter as all the others on the thread. You are an extremely talented story teller and author. Following the budding relationship between Christian and Dalton has certainly stirred some fond memories of my college days. Thank you for sharing with us. I look forward with anticipation, along with all your other fans, to future chapters.
Craiger
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Reed,
Thanks for remembering us and posting this great update!
I started reading this on lunch, but had to get back to work, just finished it.
You have a great talent for writing. The story continues to captivate.
It's realistic, and lots of fun.
I can see the drunken Dalton slobbering over his words, inhibitions gone in the wind.
Thanks, again!
Thanks for remembering us and posting this great update!
I started reading this on lunch, but had to get back to work, just finished it.
You have a great talent for writing. The story continues to captivate.
It's realistic, and lots of fun.
I can see the drunken Dalton slobbering over his words, inhibitions gone in the wind.
Thanks, again!
mgoettsch 1955
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It was certainly nice to read your new chapter. Hope the next one comes quickly.
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Awesome, awesome, awesome. Are you a novelist by any chance?
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I 've already used all the superlatives I know to describe the awesome job you are doing with this story. I really liked that the party scene didn't go as I expected. You are doing an amazing job. You even keep me hard while I read without any sex. Your characters are that real!
Thanks so much and please keep writing.
Thanks so much and please keep writing.
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WOW! Such well deserved praises, from HR, no less! And, I couldn't agree More!! 
This story, your writing style, the details, perspectives, and the experiences you're describing, have me "Spell Bound"!
THANK YOU!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
This story, your writing style, the details, perspectives, and the experiences you're describing, have me "Spell Bound"!
THANK YOU!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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And who said chivalry was dead?
I loooove the story! The nerd and the jock.
I loooove the story! The nerd and the jock.
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Very nice addition.
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That might've been the best chapter yet. Excellent addition to a wonderful story!
Schizosan
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I just read all of the chapters in a couple of hours, and I have to say that I enjoyed them. The fact that you rely on building your characters rather than focusing on the hot steamy sexual encounters is a plus in my book. Its also nice to see that you've played on them having fooling around, rather than diving right into actual full blown sex. It gives them time to build a relationship and make that moment more special. Kudos to the wonderful story, can't wait to read the next installment.
oldbigballs
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terrific story, any Dalton's in manchester uk???
amazing update reed, love the story