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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...
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...









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

















