The Object of My Affection

[Sweetwater]

Hey guys, so I'm a noobie at this. I just started writing the other day and have about 5 chapters. Here's the first 2. Please let me know what you think and feel free to leave some constructive criticism.

Chapter 1

It was here – fall semester. Fall semesters in college bring so many great and fun things: football, parties, Homecoming competitions, tailgating, and my personal favorite– pledges. Not being “out” to my fraternity brothers sometimes made things difficult, but it was overall just better that way, at least for now. After all, I was the president. Besides, I wasn’t really sure I was attracted to men until my last birthday when I turned 21. I had a guy making eye contact with me at my birthday party. I went to the bathroom to take a leak and he followed me in there and slipped in a stall for a few minutes…but I digress. We now had a fresh batch of young 18-year-olds just waiting to experiment. I could tell a couple of them were probably questioning themselves, but wanted to look straight in an effort to impress the brothers and me. I knew exactly how they felt. I had questioned my sexuality for years as a teenager and had tried to run away from it every time to no avail. Earlier this year I had just began to think that maybe I was gay, but then I was elected president and knew that being gay wasn’t an option so I started being “straight” again. And then I met Jake.

I was a senior now, standing 6’ 1” with hazel eyes and light brown hair. I was in pretty good shape weighing about 175lbs. and after having my share of sorority girls and fraternity guys I had pretty much figured out I preferred the latter. There was just something about the feeling of a man’s stubble as his face moved across from your ear to your mouth. Men with big, firm hands running across your body and strong, hairy legs working in and out as his throbbing cock thrusts into you…whew. Lately I had put those desires on the backburner and was dating a girl I knew named Jesse. She was a cool girl. I genuinely liked her and liked spending time with her, she just couldn’t give me what I needed physically though. But, I was a fraternity president and certain things were expected of me. I had to have a girlfriend – I had an image to maintain.

Today, though, I felt a rush of familiar feelings. We had our first meeting with the new pledges. I hadn’t had a chance to meet all of them yet because I had to be out of town several weeks during the summer recruitment season for work. I had my eye on one of the new pledges, Jake. The meeting started, I gave my “presidential address” as it were, and then we all mixed and mingled. I saw Jake standing on the fringe of the crowd. Not alone, but just not in a big group. I approached him. He was about 5’ 10”, dark brown hair kind of fluffed over to one side from left to right (in a young way, not in a 50-year-old comb over kind of way). He had bright, beautiful green eyes, and a great figure. Just right for me. He wasn’t lanky, but he wasn’t fat; just a nice, sturdy frame. He had what you could call somewhat of a baby face, but had some mature features with a dominant chin, plump lips, and a huge pearly white smile. Simply gorgeous.

“Hey Jake,” I said. “Oh hey… Mr. Watson” he said timidly, unsure of how to address me. “I don’t think we’ve formally met, it’s nice to meet you, and please – call me Sean.” “Oh, ok Sean. It’s nice to meet you too.” We talked for several minutes. I had my gaydar tuned up to see if I could get a vibe. He said he was a music major (exhibit A). He had broken up with his girlfriend from high school over the summer because he “just wasn’t feeling it” (exhibit B). He asked a few questions about what was expected of him as a pledge. I answered and followed it with “Well, you know, it was my man Winston Churchill who said ‘the price of greatness is responsibility.’” He laughed and said, “That reminds me of Spider Man, he kind of paraphrased that quote.” I said, “Yeah, except Toby McGuire probably doesn’t know Sir Winston from his uncle Winston.” He laughed even harder. “Dude, you’ve got some wit to you, cracks me up,” he said. I asked if he had a girlfriend. He had just started dating a sorority pledge in a sorority our fraternity is very close to. The same sorority my girlfriend was a member of. We said our “see-yas” and went to our rooms in the fraternity house. “Hmm” I thought to myself as I walked back to my room. “I bet I can crack him before the semester is out.”

Chapter 2

It was Saturday, the first home football game of the season. I had my girlfriend with me at our tailgating spot walking around working the crowd of parents and alumni (as presidents do) and as I turned from a group of parents I saw Jake. He was with his new girlfriend, Hillary. He stood there wearing a nice pair of khaki pants, white oxford shirt, and a navy blazer. This time he spoke first. “Hey Sean,” he said. “Oh, hey Jake, ready for the game?” I asked. “You bet, man.” “Well, what are you doing tonight after the game?” “I think Hillary and I are going to John’s party, you?” “Oh, great! I mean…good deal, Jesse and I are going too, so I guess we’ll see you there.” My initial enthusiasm made him react with a smile, so I couldn’t help but look back at him with this huge involuntary smile. I tried not to smile so hard, but his eyes met mine and I couldn’t help it. “Great, we’ll see you there” he said, and they walked off.

College parties (or any parties for that matter) are always a great chance to do things (and sometimes people) you wouldn’t normally do sober. If you accidentally cop a feel on your drunken buddy you can just say you lost your balance and blame it on the alcohol. No harm no foul. They’ll have probably forgotten it come morning anyway. Jesse and I drove up to John’s driveway. It was an older, one-story house of no architectural significance whatsoever, but it had a huge living room to party in and an even bigger back porch to drink and socialize on, which makes up for a multitude of sins. In the back of the house, the land, rather steeply, starts to go downhill. This left the back porch on high stilts (probably about 20 feet) and a tall flight of stairs on the end opposite the house from which you could access the porch from the back. Jesse and I walked in the back door. A crowd had already gotten there. As soon as we entered there were a dozen or so drunken “Heeyy!”s and “Whats up Sean”s and the like.

We had been there about an hour and everyone was inside either dancing in the living room or playing beer pong in the kitchen. I saw Jake’s girlfriend talking to some girls by herself and couldn’t help but wonder where he was. I told my girlfriend I was going to step out to smoke and get some air. She went and talked to her sorority sisters in the kitchen. I walked outside to find Jake sitting out of sight from the door halfway down the stairs of the back porch. He was there alone, smoking a cigarette.

“Smoking is bad for you” I said as I sat down beside him on the step and pulled out a cigarette. “Got a light?” I asked with an innocent look on my face. He laughed at my facetious hypocrisy and said, “You know, you crack me up. You’ve got this dry, witty humor that just makes me laugh.” Here it came again, that involuntary, overtly noticeable grin on my face. “What’s on your mind?” I asked, changing the subject. “Nothing, I just wanted to come outside for a minute to get away from the crowd.” “Oh, my bad, I can leave if you wa…” “No, no, you’re fine,” he said as he cut me off mid-sentence, “It’s actually nice having someone out here to talk to.” He kept talking, “Dude, I’ve never been this drunk before. I don’t even know why I’m smoking this cigarette – I don’t even like cigarettes! It’s like the most disgusting thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.” “You sure about that?” I asked sarcastically. He chuckled, but in kind of an uneasy way. “There you go again with that wit,” he said.

It was a full moon outside. As I looked over I could see the moonlight reflecting off his face. His eyes were glistening. He took the last draw off his cigarette and put it out on the step in front of us. “I don’t smoke,” he said, “I guess I just wanted to try it.” “Yeah, I mean, that’s a lot of what college is all about,” I said in a calm, friendly voice, “trying things to see what you like and what you don’t.” He kind of nodded his head and said, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. You seem so wise, we need to hang out sometime so you can teach me your ways.” He said as he laughed. I chuckled and said, “Well I’ve just had a few more years of experience that’s all, but I’d be glad to ‘teach you my ways’ if you want.” I noticed he was sitting closer beside me than he had been before he leaned forward to put out his cigarette.

Then suddenly, yet calmly, he said, “Dude, I’m pretty drunk,” and as he said it he leaned the side of his head down on my shoulder. When he said it, it sounded fake, like he was saying it to make up for laying his head on my shoulder. I just went with it. A year of suppressed desires began to reemerge in me. His head fit perfectly on my shoulder; I could feel and smell his hair against my neck. It felt exhilarating, just the simple act of his head on my shoulder. So pure and innocent, just like him. I put my hand over the top of his. Then he squeezed my hand as we interlocked fingers on his thigh. A bulge had emerged in his jeans down the inside of his thigh on his right side. He lifted his head slightly and I turned my face toward him. I could see his lips in the moonlight. Rosy, plump, and pursed together FOR ME! I was breathless before we even kissed. I leaned in to his face, getting close enough to feel his breath and suddenly ~Creak~ the back door opened. “Sean!” “Jake! What the hell are you doing?”

To be continued...

 

[Sinestro]

For someone new to this, you sure did a good job enthralling me. I hope the next chapters come out quickly.

 

[Sweetwater]

Thanks so much! I'll post Chapters 3&4 tomorrow. I feel like it got started kind of slow, but I wanted to set the foundation and end the chapter with a little suspense.

 

[rocabar]

Nice opener... looking forward to the rest!

 

[Sweetwater]

Thanks guys for the positive feedback. I may be busy tomorrow, so I'm gonna go ahead and post Chapters 3&4. You may feel kind of bummed after Chapter 4, but I promise I make up for it in Chapter 5.

Chapter 3 – A Strange New Feeling


Two familiar female voices were calling for us. We immediately sat up at attention and I pulled out another cigarette and we acted like we were talking. Luckily they called for us before they could see us. Our girlfriends emerged at the top of the stairs on the porch. “What the hell are you doing? We’ve been looking for you,” Jesse said. I said the first thing I could think of, “Oh, I was just quizzing this pledge on the Greek Alphabet and stuff.” What a lame excuse. “Honestly Sean, can you not be a fraternity president for at least one night?” She asked in a half-kidding, half-serious voice. “Hey babe, I’m the president, what do you expect?” Sean and I stood up without looking at each other and walked up the stairs.

I hated being that ‘Hey babe I’m the president’ guy. It just felt a fake, and I didn’t want to be like that. I’ve always tried not be that stereotypical fraternity guy, and most people didn’t consider me to be one, but she startled me so I just jumped in that mode. Jesse and I walked out to leave the party at the same time as Jake and Hillary. Before I got in my car I heard a voice say “Thanks for your help with the Greek Alphabet, maybe we can work on it some more next week.” I looked over to see Jake looking at me as he was about to get in his car. I was speechless. I managed to get out a “Uhh…yeah man, you bet. Just text me.”

“Sounds good,” he said as he got into the passenger side of his car and left.

I was elated. I was euphoric. I was…riding home with my girlfriend. My elation wore off a bit as I realized this. “You look mighty chipper tonight, usually after you’ve been drinking you can barely hold your eyes open and pass out before we get home,” she said as she took a left turn. “I dunno, just feeling good I guess, I just love fall semester I’m still pumped from the football game earlier.” “Yeah, it’s been such a long day but a lot of fun,” she said. Jesse and I got back to my room in the fraternity house and stayed the night. I had a private room, one of the perks of being president I guess. We made out in my bed and as I undressed her all I could think about was unzipping Jake’s pants to reveal that huge bulge and work my mouth all over it. Soon she was riding me and without notice I flipped her over on her back and started pounding her. Her legs were Jake’s legs, her body was his…at least in my mind. She was screaming with pleasure, which caused me to cum. She got up and put her face in front of my dick and as I came insider her mouth she deep-throated my cock milking every ounce of cum I had. It had been some of the best sex we’d ever had…but until we laid back down for pillow talk I hadn’t thought of her once. I felt like shit.

“Oh. My. God,” she said, “Baby! That was amazing. You’ve outdone yourself. Whatever caused you to feel so good tonight keep it up!” We talked for a few more minutes, then we kissed goodnight and started to fall asleep, at least she did. I laid there awake. As if I didn’t already feel bad enough, what she said afterward made it even worse. Even though I didn’t kiss Jake tonight, I wanted to more than anything. The entire time Jesse and I were having sex I could see him in my mind. I hated it. Damn my conscience.

The next morning Jesse left to meet her parents for lunch. They had come to town for the game and were about to go back home. I had already eaten dinner with her and them after the game yesterday so I let her go alone. It gave me some good alone time to think. “I guess I’ll just keep going with how things are and see what happens,” I finally said to myself. Suddenly Jesse came in the door to my room. “Hey, I thought you were going to be studying today?” I asked. She said, “I am, but I just wanted to stop by before I went back to my apartment…Sean, we need to talk.” Not those dreaded four words. The four words every man, straight or gay, loathes to hear – “we need to talk.” That was never good. But she didn’t look mad, so I was wondering what she had to say, we hadn’t been fighting and overall had a great relationship. What the hell did she want? “Yes, dear?” I asked. “I’m…well I think I’m kinda pregnant.”

Chapter 4 – The Annunciation

“You think you’re kinda pregnant?!” I rose my voice a little, “What do you mean you think you’re kinda pregnant? There’s no such thing as ‘kinda pregnant’, that’s like being ‘kinda dead’ – either you are or you aren’t! All I know is it better be immaculate because it wasn’t me!”
“Sean, are you saying if our baby isn’t immaculate, like if it’s somehow imperfect, you won’t be a father to it?!” She said this being completely serious. I shook my head and said, “Dear, I’m talking about immaculate conception.”

“You would be talking about how great the conception part was,” she said. “Look, Jesse, never mind. I meant ‘immaculate’ like how Jesus was conceived in Mary while Mary was a virgin.” I could not believe I had to spell this out for her. “Oh,” she said, “well…this is no time for your silly, intellectual wit. This is serious.” She was kind of ticked now that she realized I was mocking her. “How do you know you’re pregnant?” I asked.

“Well, I missed my period last week and I haven’t been on birth control in the past couple of months because of how infrequently we’ve been having sex, besides the past few times we did you used a condom. But there was that one night after our date…” I panicked inside, but remained calm outside. “Ok, well, no big deal, we just need to go to the doctor to make sure right?”

“Right,” she said, “I’m just so glad you’re not losing your head like I am. I need somebody to be strong for me. That’s why I love you. What will we do if I am?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, in the meantime you need to have a test done to make sure” I said.

Jesse left to go study. Most of the brothers were gone from the house. I sat alone on the portico of the fraternity house looking at the sunset. The fraternity house was on the very edge of campus and sat on a hill. From the grand, columned portico you could look out to miles of city buildings, neighborhoods, and trees. What was I going to do? All I could do right now was pray. I didn’t even know what to pray for though. Should I pray to not have a kid? Should I pray Jake and I will get together? I was completely lost. It was a beautiful autumn day outside; the air was crisp with a slight chill. It was so quite, so peaceful. I sat watching as the twilight consumed the remaining daylight slowly, yet inevitably. I felt comforted somehow by the sight of the sunset and the chill in the air. It felt like I wasn’t alone. Another day had passed, and I was a mess.

(Next stop is a camping trip, to be continued...)

 

[Autolycus]

Great story, thanks for sharing it with us!

 

[Sweetwater]

Hey guys, here is Chapter 5. I was quite pleased with how it turned out, if I may say so myself. Please leave comments whether it's good, bad, or indifferent. If I know people want to read more I'll keep writing. Here ya go:

Chapter 5 – A Weekend Détente

I was pleased to be reminded we had a brotherhood camping trip the coming weekend. Drew, the Vice-President, reminded me during our weekly meeting. Drew was a good, hardworking guy and was slightly effeminate, but had the respect of the brothers. He was in and out of “relationships” with girls, but nothing ever came of these short-lived episodes. We never talked about being gay. He probably didn’t think I was. I didn’t have any feminine mannerisms, and if I did watch The Golden Girls before I went to bed, I sure as hell didn’t tell anybody about it. Drew said, “I talked to Jake the other day, he seems to be doing pretty well as a pledge.” “Yeah, definitely, I think he’s doing fine,” I said. I proceeded to ask, “Do you know if he’s going camping with us this weekend?” “Yeah I’m pretty sure, why?” Drew asked. “Well, I just want to make sure all the new guys go and I know his schedule has been busy.” Not bad on your toes, Sean, I thought to myself.

Saturday came and we arrived at the state park where we were camping. It was not very crowded, thankfully. The park was designated around the highest point from sea level in the State. It had mountains, a lake, hiking trails, and camping sites. That night around 1:00am all the guys were either in their tents asleep, tired from the long day of swimming and hiking, or they sat around the fire singing with an acoustic guitar or two. I took the opportunity to walk about 300 yards down the trail through the woods to the waterfront. There was about half a moon in the sky and it was fairly bright out. It must have been the reflection from off the lake. I love going out in solitude to look at the sky and the landscapes of places; it helps me collect my thoughts. I sat on a picnic table looking out at the lake and up at the stars. It was a perfectly clear night and had warmed up a bit from last weekend – gotta love fluctuating early Fall temperatures. I had so much on my mind: Jesse, Jake, college, career, life, and possibly a KID! It was still overwhelming.

“You can’t see the stars like this at school,” said a familiar voice from behind me. It was Jake. He had on a pair of khaki shorts, a fraternity t-shirt, and flip flops. “No, you certainly can’t,” I said. “Mind if I join you?” he asked. “No, not at all,” I said, motioning for him to sit down beside me. “I didn’t mean to follow you, I actually just came out here to look at the stars and saw you here” Jake said. “Yeah, I just needed a break to sit out here in peace and think.” “Oh, well I can leave if you wa…” Jake said. “No, no, please stay. It’s nice to have somebody to talk to” I said to him, cutting him off. “Hey,” I said. “What?” asked Jake. “I just realized we just repeated our conversation from last week on the back porch at John’s, just switching roles tonight!” I said. Jake laughed, “Hahahaha, wow I guess we did,” he paused a second and his voice lowered; “maybe tonight we won’t get interrupted.” That one simple statement might have given me the quickest erection I’ve ever had in my life. Just those words sent shivers down my body. “Haha, yeah we’re pretty secluded out here. If our girlfriends find us out here we might as well just throw in the towel,” I said.

Jake looked at me with a longing in his eyes and said, “Well, I don’t intend to throw in the towel. If anything I want to throw it off,” and with that his face moved quickly towards me. Our lips met and my heart fluttered – literally. We put one hand on the back of each other’s necks. We worked our lips together a few times, and then he kissed my neck and slowly worked back to my mouth. His touch felt foreign, and yet familiar. My body was limp, but my dick was stiff as hell. I was paralyzed. The guy was a Freshmen pledge and had just initiated making out with a senior that is also his fraternity’s president. It took some serious balls – and I loved him for it. I snapped out of the paralyzation and started to kiss him fiercely and intensely. He worked his tongue inside my mouth while he rubbed my chest. I felt my heart filled with a passion I did not understand. The pleasure was not only physical and satisfying, but nearer and closer to the heart was the delight.

I threw his shirt off and he quickly did the same to me. “Let’s go down to the water,” I said, getting up from the picnic table. We walked about 10 yards towards the water, stripping our shorts and flip-flops off as we walked. There was a grassy spot that was well trimmed going slightly downward a few feet from the water. We were in our boxers now. He lay on his back with his boxers pitching a serious tent. I got on top of him and ran my tongue into his mouth. He pulled away for a second, “What if we get caught?” he whispered to me with a smile on his face. I leaned my mouth into his left ear and said in a whisper, “Fuck ‘em.” With that I exhaled into his ear and licked the inside of it while I rubbed his chest forcefully. Bingo! I had hit a nerve. His body shook as he moaned “Oh my God…” I kissed him one last time, picked my head up and went down to his chest. His nipples were perfect, a little larger than a quarter. He didn’t have any chest hair, only some around his belly button that started his happy trail. I sucked on his nipples while I rubbed on his cock causing his body to twitch all over. Then I headed south.

I grabbed his cock and caressed it with my lips through his boxers. Then I pulled his boxers and mine off. There he lay, on his back, completely naked. A beautiful, tan, eighteen-year-old with a cock so stiff he could have assaulted someone with it. It was stunning. He was 7” long and thick, and much to my delight, he was uncircumcised. I was cut, so I had always wanted to play with an uncut cock. I hadn' t played with a cock of any kind in a year, so I was ecstatic. I worked my way from inside his thighs and put his balls in my mouth. The smell and the taste almost made me ejaculate without even touching my dick. I looked down; precum was seeping out of my dick and falling to the ground leaving a string of it still connected to the head of my dick. I then worked my tongue from the base of his penis, up the bottom side of the shaft until I reached the top. There was a huge drop of precum at the top shining in the moonlight. I jacked his dick some to produce even more as I licked it up. I looked at his face; he was laid back with his eyes in the back of his head. “Don’t tease, I want your mouth around my cock,” he said. Without saying anything I pulled back his foreskin and put my mouth around his head and went down all the way to the base of his dick. He moaned with pleasure. I made love to that cock. I licked, sucked, and deep throated every way I knew how for 10 minutes, enjoying every second. It had been so long since I had given a guy head I felt like I was making up for lost time. “Wait,” he said, “I’m about to cum, but I don’t want to yet.” He motioned for me to get on my back. He started to suck my cock in a way that I had never had it done before. He just went down and stayed there, working it the whole time while he deep throated all 7-and-a-half inches of it. “Surely he will come up for air,” I thought to myself. Not that I was complaining, it was amazing. Finally he did, and he looked at me as he caught his breath and said while he was panting, “Fuck me, fuck me hard, right now!”

He got down on all fours as I got behind him. I spat on my cock, which was already covered in precum, and started to penetrate Jake. He winced at first so I took it slow. God he was tight. He had a bubble butt you could spend days looking at, and I wanted to pound the fuck out of it. I got all the way in and started to pound his ass. I reached forward, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled his body back into my dick as I thrust forward into him. Every time I rammed his ass he made a grunting sound like when someone gets the air knocked out of them. I pulled his body up to me while I was still inside him and wrapped my arms around his chest. He put his hands over mine. My chest pressed against his back, we were both covered in sweat. I kissed his shoulders and back, and then he turned his head to the side and kissed him while I fucked him from behind. Then I flipped him over on his back, threw his legs up in the air and started pounding again. Between those grunts of pain and pleasure he said “Fuck me!…uuuhhh!….fuck me harder!...uuuuhhhh!…” I couldn’t believe I had lasted as long as I did. Suddenly, he said, “Sean…I’m…gonna…aaaaahhhhhh!!” He came all over his chest. Just before he did I could feel his ass tighten even more as his prostate contracted down toward my dick. This sent me into a whole new dimension. Quickly I pulled out of him and jacked myself off while he still lay on his back with his legs wrapped around me. I let go the most explosive orgasm of my life. My first two cumshots not only hit him in the mouth from where I was, it hit his eyes, his hair, and went past his head. The third shot hit his throat, the fourth shot hit his chest, the fifth hit his belly button, and just when I thought I was done I jacked some more out which dripped down on his now semi-hard cock. He jacked off with my cum for a second taking it all in. We were exhausted.

We embraced and kissed for a few minutes after that. Now both of us had cum smeared all over our abdomens and faces. “We better wash off,” I said. We tried to stand up and both fell on our asses. Our knees were too wobbly to sustain us. We tried again, helping each other up. Finally, we made it to the shore and splashed some water on each other to clean off. Then we put our clothes back on and sat at the picnic table looking at the sky. “Look there’s a shooting star!” Jake said. “Quick, make a wish!” I said. “You know what I wished for?” Jake asked. “What?” “I wished for this world to not be so complicated and for you and me to be together.” I responded the only way I knew how to - I kissed him. Then I smiled and said, “Well, we can’t do anything about the first one, but the second one…we can definitely do something about.” Jake put his head on my shoulder and I reached over and held his hand. I had never in my life felt so happy to be with someone, and for him to feel that way too was unbelievable. For those brief and fleeting moments, everything was right with the world.


----Just how fleeting are the moments of happiness? To be contintued…----

 

[Sinestro]

I quite agree with reone. Fantastic! If this is only chapter 5 I wonder what will come in future installments. Please post more for us!

 

[Sweetwater]

"I felt my heart filled with a passion I did not understand. The pleasure was not only physical and satisfying, but nearer and closer to the heart was the delight. "

Lovely, Sweetwater. I'm anticipating the rest of your story .

Thank you for noticing! Those were my two favorite lines as well.

 

[Ohiospeedo]

Great story. Can't wait for the next chapters.

 

[swmjck]

Absolutely fantastic. You are a fine writer. I too look forward to the coming chapters.

 

[threetimes]

great story. i love it. my dick love it too

 

[Sweetwater]

Chapter 6 – Babies and Boyfriends and Spit-takes, Oh My!

I awoke the next morning with the sun in my face. My face felt like it was on fire. I had fallen asleep on the picnic table; Jake still had his head leaning on my shoulder. I rubbed his head and his eyes opened. He looked disoriented and then realized what had happened. “Real sexy,” I said to him, pointing to a puddle of drool that had developed on the shoulder of my shirt thanks to him. “Oh, sorry about that” he said. “Pledge, you drooled on my shirt. You’re gonna get blackballed for that one” I said in a dry, facetious way. “Well if you try to I’ll just tell them I got your cumstains all over my blue fraternity shirt. It’ll be the frat equivalent of the Monica Lewinsky scandal – blowing the president and keeping the evidence.” He tried to have a serious look on his face as he said it, but his bottom lip was quivering trying not to grin. God he was cute. “Touché! Holy crap that was a great comeback!” I said to him. “I guess your wit has rubbed off on me” he said. “That’s not the only thing I rubbed off on you” I retorted. He just looked at me and laughed. “You’re a dick,” he said as he play-punched me in the chest.

We rejoined the group, just popping out of their tents, at the campsite. “Wow, you guys are up early this morning,” said Mark. Mark was one of my oldest college friends. We had been close friends ever since we were pledges. He stood 6’ 3” with black hair and green eyes. Weighing about 200lbs and with his strong features he was a stud of a man. I was pretty convinced he was straight, though. He also played for the university’s baseball team. “I woke up early and got pledge Jake here to walk around with me where we swam yesterday to make sure we didn’t leave any trash behind” I said. “Oh, good work Sean,” said Mark, “I knew we voted for you for a reason,” he said with a chuckle.

We only spent Friday night camping, most of our guys had never spent much time in the woods so one night was enough. We got back that Saturday afternoon. No sooner did I get into my room to take a much-needed nap I got a text from Jesse: “Hey babe, hope your trip was good. Dinner 2nite @ 7?” “Sure,” I said. With that I fell asleep for two hours. I drifted in and out of thought in my sleep. I kept feeling my chest against Jake’s back while we kissed as I fucked him. I felt his head on my shoulder. I felt his touch on my chest. “This is no passing phase or fancy,” I thought to myself. “What the hell am I going to do?”

I got to Jesse’s house about 6:45. Why I bother to show up early to get her for anything I still have not figured out. I’m of the belief and practice that to be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, and to be late is unacceptable, except, of course, being fashionably late for social functions. Much to my surprise, however, she was practically ready when I arrived. “Before we go, I’ve got something for you” she said. It was in a gift bag. I pulled away the tissue paper to find an empty “Baby’s First Pictures” photo album and a monogrammed “#1 Dad” coffee cup she had made while I was camping. This had to be some kind of sick joke…the sickest of jokes. “Surprise, you’re going to be a dad!” she said. She was overjoyed and hugged me. I was limp. I was pissed. I was going to have a kid at 21. Fuck my life.

I sat down to keep from falling out. My knees practically refused to support me. “Are you ok?” She asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said in a cold voice. “You just tell me – in a less than ideal way I might add– I’m going to have a kid before I’m even out of college and you expect me to be enthralled?” She started crying. I hated to see her cry. “I’m so scared Sean, I’m just as unprepared as you are for this, but dammit we have to play with the cards we are dealt in life. I thought you knew that.” I did know that, because I had told her that before. I just didn’t like my hand right now. I saw a side of her I didn’t know existed until that point. I had always known she was strong, but I didn’t realize just how strong she was until that very moment. Not having the child was never even an option for her. I couldn’t help but love her and admire her. I realized in my heart that no matter what happened, Jesse would now and forever be a part of my life in some way. She would be the mother of my child. I think that single moment is the moment I took that step from adolescence to manhood. Having accepted the lot dealt by fate, I smiled at her and said, “Well, we need to get you to dinner babe. You’ve got to eat for two!” She looked me in the eyes, looking to me for strength. “It’s going to be alright,” I said, “we’re gonna make it – somehow.” We decided not to say anything initially to anyone else about her pregnancy. She was not far enough along to start showing, so we wanted to discuss it with both our parents first.

We went to a French restaurant in town called “Berlioz”. It was a pretty good restaurant, especially considering it was owned and operated mostly by Germans. Go figure. Such is life in a college town I guess. Jesse always gives me a bad look because every time as we leave I look at the German guy behind the cash register and say in a French accent “Vive La Revolution!” That guy hates me. He’s an 80-year-old man who apparently thought it was better to live in America in 1945 than it was to live in Germany. I can’t say I blame him. But, I digress. We sat at a table for two; I had my back to the door. Just as we got our food Jesse’s face lit up with that look you get when you see someone you know. I looked to my left to see Hillary and Jake. “Heeyy Jesse, Hey Sean!” Hillary said. She was a cheerleader with a cute Southern twang, and her pep followed her on and off the field. “Hey!” Jesse and I said at the same time. I was gulping down my wine to ease this awkward situation. Then Hillary says to me, “So Jake tells me y’all were practically on top of each other at the camping trip last night.” CHOKE! I coughed, choked, and spat red wine on the table in front of me. A spit-take of epic proportion. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “Nothing, nothing, it just went down the wrong pipe. I guess my air pipe doesn’t like wine…what do you mean?” I asked. “Well I just meant he said you had more to go than you expected so the tents were fuller than you thought they were going to be.” “Oh, right! Yeah, we had a great turnout!” I said, relieved. Jake was standing behind her laughing his ass off.

Jesse and I had what felt more like a business dinner than a date. We talked about telling our parents about the baby, what we wanted to name it depending on the sex of the baby, baby showers, and all those things men are no good at talking about. “You want to go to the party tonight at the fraternity house?” I asked. “Sure, I’ll stop by, but I probably shouldn’t stay too long” she said. “That’s fine. I’m gonna have to stay since we’re having a party I have to be on the premises.” I said. With that we left dinner to go back to the fraternity house. As we walked out of the restaurant I got a text from Jake. “Nice spit-take bud. When are we gonna talk to our gf’s about us?” Whoah…what? I hadn’t even thought about that yet. I was not at that place in my mind to talk to Jesse about Jake and me. I sent him back a message that said, “US? I’m not ready for that yet. When/if I ever am we’ll talk about it first.” I was still standing outside the restaurant as we were waiting for the light to change so we could use the crosswalk. I looked in the window and saw Jake had gotten my text. A look of sadness and confusion came over his face. He tried to play it off in front of Hillary, but I knew why he looked that way.

We got back to the fraternity house as the party was getting started. It was a rather informal event, people just walking around drinking and talking while one of the brothers Deejayed the music. Jesse stayed about and hour or so then she went back to her place to get some rest. I walked around the social room talking to friends and acquaintances doing my usual drunken socializing. About three quarters of my bottle of Jack Daniel’s was gone, so I knew I was, or was about to be, pretty drunk. I had seen Hillary leave about 30 minutes ago, around the same time Jesse left. I wondered where Jake was. I didn’t want to text him; I knew I had hurt him earlier. I heard people yell “Party Foul!” I looked to my right to find a cup of hunch punch spilled on the tile floor. A girl had gotten a little too excited while she was trying to “Shake it like a salt shaker” and thrown it down. I said “I’ll take care of it, hey, pledge, stand over here by this and make sure people don’t slip on it. I’ll go get the mop.” I do make pledges do stuff, but I also try to teach by example. If I wanted to be a real dick I would’ve gotten one pledge to stand there and another to go get the mop and mop it up. I went down the hallway to the janitorial closet to get the mop and bucket. As I cracked open the door I could see two dark figures making out. I further opened the door to let more light in. It was Russell, a pledge, and Jake, making out in the closet (appropriately enough).

They both looked at me with surprise and fear, especially Russell. “Pleeease, Brother Watson, don’t say anything about this. Please don’t cut me [figuratively, like from the frat, not literally]. I’m not gay! Jake made me do it, I’m drunk and he took advantage of me!” Jake quickly looked at him furiously. I didn’t know what to say. I was hurt, but I knew Jake was, too. I looked at Russell in a solemn and authoritative voice and said, “This is how this is gonna go down, Russell. I’m not ever gonna ask you about this again, and you’re not ever gonna talk about this again. Got it?” “Yessir, this never happened” he said gratefully. “Great. Well, good evening, gents.” I grabbed the mop and slammed the door to the closet with them still inside.

To be continued...

 

[DonQuixote]

Sweetwater,
I Just finished reading all of your chapters to date.
Very nice style, plot, development.

Some hot interaction between the gents, a little hetero and WTF do you mean, a "little" pregnant?! lol Not a laughing matter though. Very serious business.

And, the anxious text from the frosh followed by the all to expected response and let down - followed by the revenge sex in the closet.

You have certainly captured our attention and held it stimulated.
(Ohh, Would you - "hold it and keep it stimulated"? lol)

Seriously, this is a great story.

Thanks for sharing your talents with us.

And, Sweetwater - does that mean your "water" is sweet, or perhaps you hail from down Lone Star State way?

 

[Sinestro]

Oh dear, things between our dear president and pledge are getting sour. I hope they make up (or should I say out?) soon. Great chapter though, and I hope we get more soon. And I particularly like the whole Monica-president reference part.

 

[Sweetwater]

Thank you all very much for your feedback. I'm really at a crossroads about where to take these two gents right now. I want it to be suspensful while still making you stiff lol.

DonQuixote: Thanks for your review I welcome your comments and critique. "Sweetwater" is actually a Southern brewing company based out of Atlanta. Last year when I made my account I didn't know what to make my screen name so I looked around my room and I had an empty bottle of Sweetwater Blue on my desk haha. Then I threw in a picture of a young, sexy, Michael Caine and I had a winner (at least to me). And yes, I've been told my "water" is quite sweet lol.

Sinestro: Thank you for noticing. I didn't plan on that president-Lewinsky analogy it just came in my mind as I wrote the story out and I liked it. I'm glad you did, too.

reone: Thanks for your comments and support. They keep me wanting to write more.

 

[Autolycus]

This is a realty good story with characters who are totally believable - please keep it going!

 

[Sweetwater]

It should be noted this and subsequent Chapters will be from the first person perspective of JAKE – not Sean.

Chapter 7 – Birthday Sex

Sean was pissed. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was hurt. I didn’t mean to hurt him, I was just sad we couldn’t go ahead and get closer and mad he didn’t want to. Russell had walked by me when we were in the social room that night and gave me a look. We started to walk down the hall and he reached over and grabbed my crotch. What’s a horny 18-year-old to do? I didn’t want to wait to climb the stairs to get up to my room, so we just went in the broom closet to make out. Kissing Russell felt different. It was purely physical. There was nothing deeper, and I longed for something deeper. I had found that feeling from the very first time I leaned my head on Sean’s shoulder on the back steps of that party a few weeks back. I had to fight for him.

I figured I would let Sean cool off. I texted him the next day and said, “I’m sorry. Can we talk?” He replied, “What’s there to talk about, you didn’t even give me a chance to explain why I told you I wasn’t ready.” I didn’t push the issue any more. I just did my thing, going to class, doing homework, and fitting in some social time occasionally. Hilary broke up with me, she said we just weren’t connecting on the level we needed to be if we were going to go forward with our relationship. I agreed. It was actually kind of a relief. The weeks passed and not a day went by – or an hour for that matter – that I didn’t think of Sean.

The Fall semester was winding down and it was time for me to get initiated into the fraternity. I was so excited. I’d worked hard to keep my grades up and do all the things required to do to make the vote. We weren’t allowed to be in the meeting when the brothers voted on us. I was told Sean, as president, offered an opinion on every pledge as they came up for vote except me. One his old friends and pledge brother, Mark (the baseball player), had told me when my name came up he was not only silent, but looked drawn up and had a distant look in his eyes. Then he snapped out of it when the next name came up and he was back to normal. Mark thought it was strange, but he didn’t push the issue. He didn’t know about either of us. I passed the vote and was initiated the next week. Sean led the ceremony and when he came to be the first brother to welcome the new brothers he got to me, looked me in the eyes, gave a generic smile, and shook my hand. “Congratulations, brother.” He said. There was a pain in his eyes he walked with almost daily, and I wasn’t the only one that noticed. The difference was nobody else could really figure out why he had had such a weathered, hurt look lately.

I decided this had to stop. I had to confront him about it. His girlfriend Jesse was about to graduate in December. I figured that might be an opportunity for them to break up and maybe make way for me. I couldn’t figure Sean out. He was such a complex man. I had no doubt he loved me and was in love with me, but when I saw him look at Jesse – especially lately – I could see he had a love in his eyes for her, too.

It was a chilly Friday in mid-November and I looked on Facebook to discover it was Sean’s birthday. I knew his birthday was in November, but I couldn’t remember the day. My new tie I ordered online from J.Crew had just come in the mail. Sean loved to wear ties; he always dressed the part. His favorites were Brooks Brothers, Ralph Lauren, and J.Crew. I decided to give it to him for his birthday. Sean, being a November baby, was a Scorpio to the “T”. He was a light-hearted, easy going guy on the surface, but just below the surface he was very passionate and intense. He wasn’t easily hurt, but if you did hurt him you were on his shit list practically indefinitely and it was hard to get off that list. I knew it would probably take more than a necktie to patch things up, but I wanted to at least show him I was sorry. I took a deep breath and walked to the downstairs of the fraternity house to his room. I knocked on the door. “Come in,” he said. I walked in to find him reading – in true nerd fashion – A History of the English-Speaking Peoples by his favorite world leader, Winston Churchill.

“How is Sir Winston’s book?” I asked. He looked up from his book with a blank look on his face. “It’s good, really interesting.” He answered flatly. “Look, I’ve got to clear the air. I don’t want you to be mad at me. Even if we aren’t together, I don’t want us to not exist at all to each other.” “Well, you didn’t give me a chance to explain my predicament, either. When we got back from camping that day Jesse told me she was pregnant. I’m going to be a father in a few months.” Sean said. “Oh…shit.” It was all I knew to say. “Yeah, I was going to tell you, but apparently all it took for you to move on was a few drinks and a flirty pledge brother.” He still had a flat, expressionless voice as he said it. “I just wanted to come by and tell you Happy Birthday. I got you something.” I handed him the tie, brand new with tags, still in the tie box. He looked puzzled initially, but he opened the box and his face changed from a grimace to a grin, just like the Grinch when his heart swelled at the end of the movie. “I love it,” he said with a smile on his face. It’ll go perfect with my light blue dress shirt.” It was a gold and blue striped classic “university” tie. Classic prep. Classic Sean.

I didn’t know what else to say, so I said “Well, I just wanted to give that to you, I better be going.” I started to walk towards the door and just as I reached for the handle I heard him say, “Wait.” I turned around to look at him. The best way I know to describe his look was “sentimental” and glossy-eyed. “You didn’t let me thank you for it” he said. I walked back up to him and he looked me in the eyes. He took a step toward me and got closer, leaning his face in. He paused for a brief second, and then his lips met mine. Sean was such a beautiful man, inside and out. He was complex for sure, but he was passionate about his life, his friends, and his work. I loved him. He touched me in a way no other person had touched me before – literally and figuratively. He kissed with a passion I’d never felt before. We laid down on his bed with him on top of me. I laid there crippled by his touch, paralyzed by his passion. As he kissed me he lifted my shirt off and caressed my chest with his hands. He put his mouth on my stomach and blew out, being silly and making a disgusting noise, but it made us both laugh. I hit his head with my hand playfully. “You’re not right,” I said. “Never claimed to be,” he said as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I threw them off and in a passionate rage stripped his clothes off. We were both naked on our knees in his bed facing each other. We embraced and kissed. As we did we worked our hips forward together to rub our now fully erect cocks against each other.

“I need you Sean,” I said in a passionate, half-winded voice. “I need you, Jake,” he said. We held each other as tightly as we could for what seemed like minutes. If ever I had any doubts about my sexuality it was erased right then and there. There was nothing in the world that felt better than to have a strong, studly man embrace you and wrap his arms around you. I could feel our hearts beating as our chests were pressed together. I went down to Sean’s cock to suck it. It was so big and “manly”. I put his head in my mouth as I jacked his dick and swallowed the precum that had developed. I then deep-throated it, working it up and down inside my throat. I could taste more precum oozing from his rock hard cock. Once I had gotten it lubed up I turned around, laid down on my stomach, and waited for him to fuck me. He got on top of me and I felt his finger circle my anus. He had lube on his finger and worked it inside of me, rubbing my prostate. He got up and moved into position. I felt the head of his cock press against my anus. He had to push fairly hard to get it in. It hurt like hell. “It’s pleasure, not pain,” I thought to myself. Once he was in it became aalll pleasure. He slowly worked his cock in and out of me. He laid on top of my body and kissed my back while he fucked me. With each thrust my heart rejoiced in pleasure. “Fuck me harder you son of a bitch!” I said to him. I didn’t even know I had said it until I heard it come out of my mouth. Sean started pounding my ass. It wasn’t necessarily fast-paced this time. It was actually kind of slow for him. He would get to where his dick was almost out of my ass and then ram it back in as hard as he could. He wrapped his arms around my chest. I was having an out of body experience. Sean, with one word each thrust, said to me, “God…you’re…so…fucking…beautiful…” and kept on pounding. He was starting to moan and speed up like he was getting ready to cum. There was a knock at the door. “Fuck!,” Sean whispered, “I’m supposed to go out with Jesse for my birthday.”

To be continued…

 

[DonQuixote]

Jesse, you know Sean. He and I are in love with each other.

How does that come out?

Sweetwater,
Another intense, relatable, believable chapter.

You continue to hold our attention.
In more ways than one!

 

[Sinestro]

Agree with reone and the Don. Intense and Hot! Now I have something that demands attention.