Aroused

By Jack Glover

Published on May 12, 2006

Gay

The week after we had drunk the bottles of beer and I had given Lee the blow job, we were becoming more intimate confidants. We decided that the next school year, as sophomores, we would room together in a two-man room. That meant moving to a dorm that had doubles. Since we both lived in Connecticut, Lee near the middle of the state and me in the southwest corner, he proposed that the first week of July we spend a week together at his family's cabin by the lake.

"Your family won't be needing it?"

"No, my brother will be working and my parents don't go to the cabin until August."

"That sounds hot!"

"Chuck, since we had sex I've been thinking a lot about what our physical relationship could become and trying to get over the revulsion to gay sex that has been brainwashed into me."

"Hey, that's great. Do you want to try everything?"

"Yes, I do. I want to experience everything with you."

"That makes me so happy -- and excited."

"I bet it does."

When freshman year was over I was expecting one of my parents to drive from Connecticut to Maine and pick me up. I therefore felt much consternation when they informed me neither of them could do it and I would have to find my own way home. When I told Lee about it he said not to worry. His father was driving up from central Connecticut to get him. I could ride back with them, stay the night, and then continue on to Greenwich the next day by bus.

The day arrived and he introduced me to his father, who reminded me of my maternal grandfather. After I had put my two bags in their 1955 Chevy, Lee had some more stuff in his dorm room to put in the car but had to go off to the bursar's office with his dad to take care of some business. He asked me to stay in his room and guard the stuff until they got back. While I was waiting I opened the corrugated box which was the last of his stuff and was intrigued by an old manila expansion folder whose flaps were carefully tied shut with the built-in ribbons.

I opened the folder and found a five by seven photo album with the name of his prep school on the cover. There were pictures of his parents dropping him off at school, pictures of him and his team-mates in their school tank tops, running shorts or swim trunks -- Fall, Winter, and Spring. Several of the pictures showed him posing next to a handsome boy with black, curly hair who looked to be about the same height as Lee, five foot ten inches. One picture was captioned 'Me and Robby'. Another, where they looked a little older, was titled 'Me and my roommate'. The rest of the pictures in the album showed various school activities and buildings around the grounds of the prep school.

Loose, inside the back cover of the album I found a white 5"x7" envelope with the clasp closed, but the glue on the flap hadn't been moistened. I carefully opened it and was shocked by the dozen or so 4x6 black and while photos I found inside. Being an amateur photographer myself, I could tell that they had been developed and printed in a home dark room. The erotic subject matter would never have been allowed by a commercial photo-finisher in the 1950s.

The first picture showed Lee and Robby, wearing just tank tops and no shorts, looking into each others' eyes with their pelvises thrust tight against each other (you couldn't see any private parts). Succeeding pictures in the series showed them in the same tank tops, side by side, full frontal, with their limp dicks hanging. Lee's hung four inches on a soft, and Robby's was half that length. Then they had twisted their heads to kiss and their penises were erecting. I gasped when I went to the next picture and saw Robby on his knees with his mouth around just the head of Lee's dick. The erected shaft without the head had to be at least six inches. I recognized Lee's beautiful dick from the blow job I had given him two weeks previous. The next scene was on a bed and Lee was rimming Robby's ass. The look of ecstasy on the boy's face was priceless. Then there were scenes of Lee fingering vaseline into Robby's hole, lubing up his own shaft, and OMIGOD, pushing his dick into Robby's rectum, doggy style. There were pictures of Robby being screwed with his legs in the air, sidesaddle, and giving Lee a lap dance with full carnal connection.

Although aroused by the pictures, I was also jealous and angry that Lee had pretended to be so inexperienced. I remembered how just before he had let me suck him off Lee had said, "Chuck, I had a few guys hit on me in prep school but I always refused to fool around." What a liar!

I carefully replaced the pictures in the envelope and put it back inside the rear cover of the album. Then I put the album back in the folder and re-closed the corrugated box. About ten minutes later Lee came through the door and said we were ready to go. He picked up the box and we went down to the car. After greeting his father, the three of us climbed into the front seat, since the back of the car was full. Lee was under the wheel, his father was riding shotgun and I was in the middle, enjoying pressing my leg against the driver's. We stopped for lunch at a diner about ten miles south of town and passed the time with idle chitchat. He told me I would be sleeping in his twin brother's bed and that his mother had put out some pajamas.

About half an hour after we were back on the road, Lee's father dozed off. "Chuck, you seem awfully quiet. Is there anything wrong?" Lee asked me.

"Yes, I found the pornographic pictures of you and Robby."

"Oh, NO!" he said, swerving the car temporarily out of the proper lane. "Why were you looking in my private stuff?"

"To pass the time. Why did you lie to me and say you'd never fooled around with anyone in prep school? And what was that stuff about trying to get over your revulsion to having gay sex?"

"Robby was the only one. We became lovers. I never fooled around with anybody else."

"It seems from the pictures that he was always pleasuring you -- giving you mouth and buns. Except for your rimming him that time before you fucked him I didn't see any reciprocation. I suppose you let him jerk off on your belly after you got your cooky, just like you did with me last month, huh? huh?"

"You got me. I'm not very proud of that, but we were fifteen or sixteen. I thought I wasn't completely gay if I wasn't the bottom. We did kiss a lot. I'll make it up to you tonight. I'll come into my brother's bedroom and give you the best blow job I can."

"Deal."


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