Reality Blurred

[seven_sins]

Part I

I stopped by the student center for a quick lunch that Friday afternoon after classes. I was tired. The past week had been a rough one with two quizzes and a formal laboratory report due. I went back to the fraternity house in hopes of finding a card game that I could join to get my mind off of things. There were two brothers watching a football game on TV in the lounge. I tried to get interested in the game, but no luck. I decided to go up to my room and sleep for a while.

I stripped down to my briefs and flexed in front of the mirror, admiring my muscles. I had been going to the gym for about nine months and people had already started asking if I was lifting weights. My arms, shoulders, and chest were beginning to look ripped. I was proud of my new look.

My dick was coming to life and was turning the pouch in my briefs into a tent. I lay on my bed and started rubbing myself. In no time, I had rubbed one out. My belly was covered with jizz. It took three tissues to clean myself off.

Shortly after I lay down again, there was a knock on the door. “Fuck,” I thought. “Who could that be?”

“Steve, this is Vance. Open the door. It's important,” I heard.

I got out of bed and opened the door. Vance walked into the room. His room was two doors down the hall from me. He had been my secret crush since we both pledged the fraternity last spring. For some reason, I hoped that he could smell my jizz.

Vance was hopelessly straight. He had a girlfriend who went everywhere with him in his cute little two-seater sport convertible. They were from the same town and had been dating since high school. I was so envious of her.

“You interrupted my nap man. What's so important?” I asked.

“Get your clothes on. You're going home with me for the weekend,” he replied.

“What?” I asked.

“Liz has a sorority initiation in the works and isn't going home this weekend. I'll have a vacant seat in the car. You've been appointed to fill it,” he said.

“Where will I stay?” I asked.

“At my place. I have a small apartment above the garage at my parent's house that has a king-size bed in it. It has plenty of room for both of us. If you don't want to share the bed with me, you can sleep on the couch,” he said.

“What about your parents?” I asked.

“They know that you are coming and my mom is already planning the meals,” he replied.

 

[seven_sins]

Part II

Vance and I were soon zipping down the highway towards his home town. It was a small town with a population less than 10,000. He lived about 30 miles away from a beach resort area. We made plans to go to the beach on Saturday. It was still warm, and I was hoping that I could get some rays as my tan from the summer was beginning to fade. And I was hoping that there would be a lot of hot guys there that I could ogle, including Vance.

We stuffed ourselves at dinner that night. Vance's mother made spaghetti. Her sauce was homemade and had fresh tomatoes, carrots, celery, and onions in it. I'd never had spaghetti sauce with carrots in it. It was delicious. We sat and talked for about an hour after the meal, then Vance and I retired to his apartment to watch a movie. He had a DVD of the 1939 movie “The Maltese Falcon” that he brought along just for the night.

Vance's favorite movies were black and white films made in the days of film noir. I had never heard of the term “film noir,” but I found the movie to be one of the best I had seen. The black and white seemed to set the tone for mystery. And the movie had lots of mysterious twists and turns, all without special effects.

It was after midnight that Vance and I decided to retire. “You want to sleep on the couch or with me?” he asked.

“You sure you won't mind if I sleep with you?” I responded.

“Not at all,” he said. “You get to sleep on the right side of the bed.”

We went into the bedroom. I stripped to my underwear and got into the bed. After slipping his jeans off, Vance took his T-shirt and boxers off and dropped them into his dirty laundry bag. He went to a drawer and pulled a pair of pajamas out. Facing me, he slipped them over his hot body. The pajamas were made of a fleece fabric with a big Superman logo on the back and front of the pull-on top. The bottom was knee length.

“Hey, I like the pajamas man,” I said.

“Liz gave them to me on my last birthday,” he said. “It was supposed to be a joke, but I like them.”

Vance had a beautiful body. He had a muscular swimmer's build with a light dusting of hair across his upper chest. His dick was uncut and looked to be about five inches flaccid. It was thicker than average. The glans showed clearly through his foreskin. He had a wide, dark-colored bush that was thickest above the base of his dick. His balls looked big. They rode high and seemed to protrude to the sides of his dick. I was lucky to be in the bed and under the covers when he undressed in front of me. My dick was hard as a rock the whole time.

We were both asleep shortly after turning the lights off. I slept like a baby. Vance had a very comfortable bed.

 

[seven_sins]

Part III

Vance's cell phone rang at 9:00 am the next morning. It was his mother. She had a pancake and bacon breakfast ready for us to chow on. The syrup was authentic maple syrup from Vermont and it was delicious. I ate too much.

After the breakfast, Vance and I went back to his apartment and showered. We put on clean jeans and T-shirts for our trip to the beach. I discovered that I had forgotten to bring my bathing suit. Vance offered to let me wear one of his. The only one he could find was a bright yellow speedo that he had worn when he swam with his high school team. He offered to wear the speedo and let me wear his square-cut suit.

We arrived at the beach at around noon. We browsed through the commercial area for a little over an hour. Most of the stuff for sale was typical beach junk. I found the eye candy to be much more appealing. There were a lot of college kids who had descended on the area for the weekend.

Before heading for the water, we had corn dogs and Cokes for a late lunch. There was a fenced in privacy area near the parking lot near the beach where we changed into our swim suits. After taking our clothes back to the car, we headed for the sand. Vance looked hot in his yellow speedo. He sported a really nice bulge. I had a hard time not staring at him. I was terrified that I might pop a hardon.

“Man, the speedo looks good on you. Maybe I should have worn it.” I said.

“With your muscles, you don't need a speedo to attract the girls,” he replied laughing.

We spread our towels on the sand and soaked up the rays. I had fallen asleep when Vance woke me. He had been in the water and wanted me to join him. We swam and rode the waves for a while. Then we took a long walk down the beach. The two of us seemed to attract a good bit of attention from the girls and from some of the guys. I pretended in my mind that we were boyfriends.

I didn't want the day to end, but it was time for us to go or we would be late for dinner that night. We went back to the fenced-in privacy area. There were two shower heads inside. We took off our swim suits and showered to remove the salt water. There were a couple of naked younger guys waiting to use the showers. I was getting aroused seeing them watch us. Fortunately, the cold water kept me from popping a boner, but I did get a semi when drying off. I looked over at Vance and could see that he also had a semi. We both got dressed and soon we were on the road again.

 

[seven_sins]

Part IV

We grilled steaks that night on the patio behind Vance's parents' house. The red wine was flowing freely and I got a little high. After dinner, Vance and I went to the basement and tried to play pool. I was lousy. If it hadn't been for the wine, I think I would have beat him. It wasn't long before we decided to go up to the apartment and watch another film noir movie. Vance picked up the last bottle of wine on our way up.

I poured a glass of wine and got comfortable on the couch. Vance went into his bedroom. When he returned, he was wearing his Superman pajamas. He looked so hot. He put on a movie and sat down next to me after pouring a glass of wine for himself and refilling my glass. The movie had a complicated plot. I was tired and was having trouble following it. When I was about to doze off, Vance grabbed my upper arm and shook me.

“Wake up man,” he said. “You're going to miss the movie.”

“The wine's getting to me,” I replied.

“Fuck man, your arm is hard as a rock,” he said while squeezing it. “Make a muscle for me.”

I flexed my arm and my developing bicep popped up. Vance ran his hand over it.

“I would give anything to have a build like yours,” he said. “Your chest is awesome.”

He began running his hand over my shoulders and pectorals. I was getting hard and it was showing. Vance ran his hand down my stomach and over my crotch. He began to fondle me through my jeans.

“That feels good man,” I said. “Don't stop.”

Before I knew what was happening, he was on top of me. Our mouths opened to each other and we kissed. His tongue was warm as it explored my mouth.

“My dick is killing me man,” I managed to say. “I have to rearrange things or I think it will break in two.”

Vance started laughing. He stood up and pulled me up with him. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. My hard dick was straining at the fabric in my briefs. The pouch looked like it was about to be ripped out. I reached down and adjusted my dick so that it pointed up. The head peeked out of the waistband at the top. Vance put one arm around my waist and grasped my upper arm with his other hand.

“We have some important business in the bedroom,” he said.

I stepped out of my jeans as he pulled me along. Before we reached the bed, he turned me around and began to kiss me again. He put his hands on my ass and pulled me against him. We began to grind our erections together.

Vance stopped kissing me to pull my briefs down. I pulled my T-shirt off as I stepped out of the briefs. Vance pulled his pajama top and bottom off and dropped them to the floor. Then over 350 pounds of bucking boyhood hit the king-size bed.

Vance lay on his back and pulled me on top of him. We rolled back and forth, one on top and then the other. While humping each other like mad men, we made out like wild animals fighting. Before long, he was sucking my cock. Without taking his mouth off me, he rotated in the bed and we started doing 69 on each other. Vance seemed pretty experienced at what he was doing. He knew what turned me on, and he was making me very hot. I had never been with a guy this experienced before.

My heart was pounding and I was out of breath. Vance got out of the bed and went to his closet. He returned with lube and condoms. He rolled me over on my back. Then he rolled back the foreskin on his thick cock and rolled a condom over it. After lubing both of us, he lifted my calves up on his shoulders. He got his cock into position and I felt the sting of pain as he slowly pushed it into me. He began to fuck me. The pleasure I felt was incredible.

Vance grasped my hands and held them against the bed above my head as he slowly rocked in and out of me. Our orgasms were almost simultaneous. My belly was soaked as my jizz shot over it. I put my legs around his body and pulled him against me. Again we kissed, our tongues were dancing with the stars.

 

[seven_sins]

Epilogue

I heard a door slam and then I heard my roommate's voice. He was laughing.

“Wake up 'roomy',” he said. “It is time for dinner.”

When he saw me, he said, “What did you do man? Have a wet dream?”

Embarrassed, I reached down and pulled the covers up over my cum covered stomach. I was covered with sweat and my dick was still hard. I was in a stupor.

“Where's Vance?” I asked.

“He and Liz went home this weekend,” he said. “How long have you been asleep man? Dinner is ready downstairs. Get out of bed and get cleaned up.”

He laughed again. “I won't tell anybody. I promise,” he said. He winked before leaving the room.

 

[Autolycus]

Great story - thanks for sharing it with us.

 

[Sher-fun]

Wow I love how this story is going. Damn I wish something like this would happen to me in my frat house, god knows I've been similar situations, just without the "straight" frat brother.

 

[DonQuixote]

I was wondering why you were barrelling along, posting chapter after chapter before we could comment.

What a wet dream!
Did he give himself away to his roommate with the question?

Great vignette. I'm looking forward to either more installments here, or perhaps another story or three?!

Thanks for sharing with us.

 

[BiMike]

Loved it, great story, nice twist!

 

[seven_sins]

I was wondering why you were barrelling along, posting chapter after chapter before we could comment.

What a wet dream!
Did he give himself away to his roommate with the question?

Great vignette. I'm looking forward to either more installments here, or perhaps another story or three?!

Thanks for sharing with us.

Vance did live down the hall from me in the frat dorm. He did have a girlfriend from his home town and he drove a two-seater sports car. My description of him was pretty accurate, but the dream was fiction. Several years after graduation, I was told that his girlfriend was a beard and that Vance was gay. My gaydar was non existent at the time.

 

[DonQuixote]

Major Bummer.
Opportunity lost.
Sorry about that.

 

[gaytxn09]

HOT story man. Great job!! xx

 

[Lefty]

oh my. literate, can spell and communicate in complete thoughts. good writing style...the reporter on scene style of writing, the lack of "his 11 inch wanger was thrubin in my thrt and he cummed me so much i can't swallow it all" made for an enjoyable hornyesque read. good job and hardly what one would expect out of a georgia 'patch'

 

[wowsexi]

Nice Story