This story is a continuation of Lessons Learned. It is the story of Pete's first great love, John Hampton. This is a story of gay men performing consensual sex acts with other gay men. If you are underage or if these stories violate the law where you live, then please don't read. Also, if such acts disgust or outrage you, then again, please don't read. Note that in these stories, unsafe sex does occur, but remember this was in the days before HIV had made it's way into the South. Please know this: Every sexually active person, gay or straight, should be tested regularly for HIV. Knowing your's and your partner's status can save your life!
My thanks to C.J. and Glynn for their careful editing.
Part 2
The next evening, after spending the day wandering around the campus, I returned to my dorm room, only to find a stranger sitting on the floor, going through my albums (it was 1980, after all). He was a fucking stud! Wearing nothing but green plaid boxer shorts, he was thickly built, with thick legs and chest covered with a dense mat of auburn hair. There appeared to be a little gut, but it was hard to tell since he was sitting. As he turned his head toward me, I noticed green eyes, and a five-o-clock shadow surrounding full lips.
"Hi! You must be my roommate," he said. Standing up, he crossed over and held out his hand. I could see a bit of a bulge from inside those boxer shorts.
"I'm John", he said. As I took his hand and gave it a firm shake, he said "Sorry about being almost naked. It's hot as hell in here."
"It's fine with me," I said as I surveyed him up close. "Damn!" I thought. He was even better up close. He had good-sized nipples, about the size of a quarter, which could barely be seen through the mat of hair on his chest. "I wonder if his butt is hairy, too", I mused.
"I was planning on getting a fan, I just didn't do it today." I said. "And I don't mind you being in boxer shorts. All the men in my family ran around the house, usually just in briefs or butt-naked. It used to drive my mother crazy to come downstairs late at night and find one us naked, peering into the refrigerator to find a midnight snack."
"Yeah, my family was the same way," John said. "It's a good thing neither of us are shy," he continued. "In this heat, I doubt that the fan will do a lot of good."
As we continued to talk, I took off my shirt and pants, and going over to my dresser, pulled out a pair of gym shorts, putting them on. I was afraid that my hunky roommate would cause a response that my white briefs could not hide.
"Dude, you've got a great body," John said. "Do you work out?"
"Yeah," I said. "My brothers got me started in high school. You?"
"No," he said, grabbing at his (slight) love handles. "But I've always wanted to learn how."
"If you want to go to the gym with me, I'd be glad to show you," I said.
"That'd be great," he replied. Going over to his side of the room, he pulled a towel out of a drawer. "I'm hot and sweaty," he said, "And I can't smell good. I'm grabbing a shower." With that, he bent over and removed his boxer shorts, giving me my first look at his ass. As I expected, his firm butt was lightly covered with auburn hair. He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed out of the door.
After he left, I lay on the bed and started thinking about my roommate. "How the hell am I going to keep from getting hard with this stud running around, naked or next to it?" I thought. "I wonder if he likes guys? How am I going to find out?"
As time went on, John and I became best friends. We had the same taste in music, the same sense of humor, and generally, got along great. He became my gym partner, and shortly the love handles disappeared, and his pecs and abs started looking great. There was only one problem: John liked girls. He started dating almost immediately, and we quickly had to develop a system so that I would know if he had a girl in our room. It was generally not a problem, as Terry had a room all to himself, and he told me I was always welcome to stay with him. Terry was a good friend, and we had a great time together, fucking and sucking ourselves silly.
Shortly after we moved in, I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of quiet moans coming from John's bed. I looked over, and in the dim light, I saw John, the sheets kicked off, jacking off. His dick looked fairly long, and it was one of the thickest cocks I had ever seen. His hand seemed to barely fit around it as he stroked up and down, his free hand caressing a good set of balls, covered with the same hair as the rest of him. This sight made my own dick quickly rise, and quietly, I started to stroke my own dick. The motion must have caught his attention, and he looked over at me. I shrugged, and he grinned, and continued to stroke his dick, looking at me as I looked at him. I caressed my balls, and, quite daringly, started rubbing a finger into my butt-crack. He gave me a strange look, and tried it himself. The look on his face when his finger hit his butt-hole was priceless. His eyes rolled back in his head, and, in the dim light, I could see his dick spray out a huge load all over his chest and stomach. This was enough to set me off, and I matched his load with my own. Not saying a word, we each quietly cleaned up, and went to sleep.
The next morning, John didn't say a word, and acted like nothing happened. As time went on, the event was repeated often, with us jacking off in the dark together. I would play with my ass, and he started playing with his. I loved his expression the first time he put a finger in his ass; it was obvious that he loved it. But this was all we ever did. I knew he had to know I was gay. I never dated a girl, and I made no secret of the fact that I was not interested in doing so. John never pressed the issue, and I suspected he knew about what Terry and I were up to. But again, it was never discussed.
Things came to a head at the beginning of spring break. Since we were both broke, we decided to stay at the dorm, relax, and catch up on schoolwork. We were the only two people on our floor, Terry having gone away with some of his baseball buddies. I returned from a long, leisurely shower to find John sitting at my desk, looking at a magazine. As normal, he was wearing nothing but plaid boxers, but this time there was a huge tent in them. I looked at what he was reading, and my heart leaped into my throat. It was one of my porno magazines!
When John noticed me, he blushed deeply and slammed the magazine shut.
"Sorry," he said. "I was looking in your drawer for some stationery, and came across this."
After several moments of uncomfortable silence John asked "Do guys really do this with each other?"
"Do what?" I replied.
"Well, this for one thing," he responded, opening up the magazine. The magazine was hard-core, with two beefy studs doing all sorts of nasty things to each other. The page he opened showed one of them deep-throating the other.
"Of course they do," I said.
"Do you?" he asked.
A long pause. "Yes," I replied.
"Is this what you and Terry do together?"
"Among other things," was my response.
"Are you a fag?"
"It depends on what you mean," I said. "If you mean, am I effeminate, limp-wristed, like to wear dresses, then hell no!" I said. "However, if you mean, do I like the feel of a hard male body pressed against mine, do I like to feel razor stubble as a guy goes down on my dick, do I like the warmth and tightness of a guy's ass as I fuck it, then hell, yes!" Still blushing, John shook his head. "It just doesn't seem natural," he said.
"You might not think so, but your dick sure does," I said, looking at his crotch. It was true. His dick had popped out of his boxers, and was extremely rigid, with a drop of pre-cum sitting on the top of his head.
John hung his head and blushed. "I'm sorry," he said.
Sitting on my bed, I said, "Don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry for." Throwing my towel open, I showed him my own throbbing dick. He gasped.
"See? There's nothing wrong with one guy getting hard over another guy." Patting the mattress beside me, I said, "Now come over here, lose those boxers, and let me show you how two best buds can make each other feel good."
"I don't know," he said.
"Yes, you do know. Now get your butt over here right now," I ordered.
Grinning and blushing at the same time, he stood up and lowered his boxers, stepping out of them before coming over and sitting next to me. It was the first time I had seen his hard-on in the light. Surrounded by a thick shag of auburn hair, lighter than the hair on his chest and head, it was even thicker than I thought, almost the thickness of a beer can. It was probably about 7" long, and his hairy balls were the size of plums.
As he sat beside me, I started stroking my cock, our legs touching at the thigh and calf. "Stroke that dick," I ordered. "This is nothing different than we've been doing night after night.
As he started stroking his dick, he stared at my cock. "I've never seen one of these before," he said.
"A hard cock, or foreskin?" I asked.
"Both," he replied. "But I really meant the foreskin."
"It's sort of a family thing," I answered. "Neither my dad, my brothers, nor I were cut." Pulling my skin up over my head, I started tugging on it.
"Want to feel it?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. Grabbing his hand, I placed it on my hard dick.
"Feel this." I then reached down and grabbed his thick piece of meat and squeezed.
"God", he cried. His hand moved up my cock, and when he got to the foreskin, he pulled it up and lightly tugged on it.
"God, your dick is huge!" he said, as he slowly started moving his hand up and down on my shaft.
"I know. It runs in the family."
"Really?" he asked.
"Another time," I replied and started stroking his dick as he returned the favor.
After several minutes of this, I leaned over and lightly kissed his lips. He pulled back.
"I'm no fag!" he said.
"Who the fuck said anything about being a fag?" I said. "Now shut up and kiss me!"
Hesitantly, he leaned forward, and our lips met. I opened my mouth, he did the same, and we started deeply kissing, our tongues sparring with each other as it seemed that we were trying to eat each other alive. After several minutes, I pushed him, our mouths still connected, over onto his back, and laid on top of him. As our kiss continued, I started rubbing my body against him, delighting in the feel of that soft fur caressing my body.
"See how good it feels to have another man's body against you." I said, breaking off the kiss. John just moaned in response, and started rubbing his body against me as I kissed him again.
We laid that way for a long time, getting used to the feel of each other's bodies. His hands explored my back and ass, as mine ran up and down his sides, playing with the hair under his arms. He groaned as I lightly tugged on them, as I did when his fingers started exploring my butt crack. After a while, I leaned back, and started moving down, kissing as I went. First the chin, then the ears (which drove him crazy) then the neck. I moved down, and started licking his nipples, first one and then the other. John moaned and cried "God!"
"I bet you never knew men's nipples were so sensitive," I said.
"God, no!" he said. "My girlfriends love it when I suck their tits, but I never thought it could feel this good!"
"Well, lay back and learn", I said, and lightly started biting on his nipples. He went crazy, thrashing as I moved from one to the other, biting with more and more force. I moved down the hairy mass of his belly, and stuck my tongue into his belly button. He moaned loudly as I cleaned out his hole, before moving down to the lush mass of hair covering his pubic area. Grabbing his thick dick in one hand, I asked, "Have you ever had a blow job?"
"God, no", he replied. "My girlfriends always told me it was gross."
"Well, then, you're in for a treat." With that, I started licking my way up his 7" shaft, taking my time and making sure my tongue hit every part of that thick dick. Reaching his head, I twirled my tongue all along it, which caused his entire body to jerk. I continued to tease his cock head, tonguing and lightly biting it, as he thrashed uncontrollably.
"Please!" he said.
"Please, what?" I asked.
"Please, suck my dick." He cried.
With that, I opened my mouth and took the huge head into it. He groaned as I slowly made my way down that shaft. It was so thick that I had a lot of trouble, and at first, I could only fit about half of it into my mouth, moving up and down, tongue licking all around, as John thrashed helplessly. Finally, though, I managed to relax my throat, and took that dick all the way down. He screamed as his pubes hit my face, and I just stayed there and sucked deeply, over and over again, until I finally had to come up for air. I pulled off, and licked his head as I drew a breath of air, before going all the way back down and repeating the process over and over, pulling on his balls with one hand, and tugging at his nipples with the other.
After several minutes, I felt his balls rising, and his head swelling, and I knew he was close. Not wanting this to end yet, I pulled off and, straddling his chest, put my dick in his face.
"Your turn", I said.
"I don't know," he said as I rubbed my dick over his face. "I've never done anything like this before."
"It's easy. Just stick your tongue out," I ordered. He did, and I laid my dick against it.
"See, it doesn't taste bad, does it?" I asked.
He licked the shaft. "No it doesn't," he replied. He started licking his way up and down the shaft, finally reaching the head. He shucked up my foreskin and starting licking it, finally sucking on it. I moaned, and he lightly bit it, causing my entire body to jerk. As my groans continued, he suckled on my foreskin for several minutes, before shucking it back and taking the head in his mouth, licking it with his tongue as I had done to him. My groans intensified as he started taking more and more of my cock in his mouth. He had gotten about half way down when my dick hit his throat and he gagged. I pulled back and said, "It's fine. We all gag at first. Go slow. You need to learn how to relax your throat and exhale as you slide it into your throat." He swallowed, and after several attempts, my whole 8 « " slid into his throat. He pulled off and said, "That's incredible".
"You better believe it," I cried and pushed my dick back into his mouth. He started making love to my cock, licking it as he took it back and forth into his throat. The sensations were overwhelming and I knew that orgasm was not far away. Pulling out, I positioned him on his side, and I crawled onto the narrow twin bed, his dick in my face and my dick in his. Grabbing his ass in both hands, I pulled him deep into my throat. He returned the favor, grabbing my ass and forcing my dick deep into his throat. We started sucking each other like calves trying desperately to get milk from our mothers.
After several minutes of this, I felt his cock head swelling, and I knew he was close. I quickly licked a finger and inserted it into his ass. This set him off, and he immediately started shooting a huge load into my throat. Pulling back so I could taste it, I swallowed valiantly as spurt after spurt of hot come filled my mouth. I could not take it all, and the excess ran down my cheek. The sweet taste of his cum made my own dick go off, and I shot what felt like a huge load into my roommate's mouth.
After several minutes lying there, our softening dicks in each other's mouths, I pulled out, turned around, and putting my body against his, kissed him deeply, mingling the taste of each other's come in our mouths. We cuddled for several minutes, and then he sat up on the edge of the bed. From the expression on his face, I could tell he was troubled. Sitting up beside him, I asked, "Ok. What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it," he said.
" Hell, yes you do," I said. "Look, we're roommates and best friends, and we need to talk about what just happened. What's the problem?
"But I like girls!" he cried.
"So?" I said. "Did you enjoy this?"
"God, yes," he replied. "This was the hottest sex I've ever had. Even swallowing your scum was incredibly erotic. But does this mean I'm a fag?"
"First of all, you've got to get this "fag" shit out of your vocabulary. The correct term is "gay." Do you like having sex with women?"
"Hell, yes. But it's different."
"Of course it is," I said. "Women's bodies are about softness and curves, and men's bodies are about hardness and angles," I said as I grabbed my softening dick.
"That doesn't mean that one's better than the other," I continued. "While, personally, I am not sexually attracted to women, that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with liking both."
"You mean I could have both?"
"It would take finding the right woman, one who was willing to let you have sex with men outside the relationship, or who might be willing to share you with one in the relationship, but they exist."
He got a thoughtful look on his face. After several minutes, he said, "I've got a lot to think about." He got up, and bending over, kissed me lightly on the lips, and said, "Thanks for tonight. I'm going to go clean up."
End of Part 2