Chapter 11: Party Foul
The second semester I was back in school. I had essentially no emotions at this point, so I was very practical. I studied and I partied, but I was a sullen sort of guy for the most part. I probably didn't have the description attached to my name that a lot of people do: "Oh Jake? Yeah, I know him, he's a nice guy."
I figured I was never going to love again, or convinced myself that I didn't want to, and I didn't do anything that took me down that path at all.
Anyway, I was back in school and back in my typical school activities. My extracurricular activities went back to normal. I was picking up guys and tossing them away left and right. I sort of got carried away and after three weeks after the new semester started I was not paying close enough attention when I was at a party one night.
I had arrived at my friend Amy's house earlier in the day and helped set up, getting the grill going and running to the liquor store for a few things before the party got started.
It was a full house that night - wall-to-wall people - and I was NOT keeping my hands to myself. Most people figured it was a joke when I ran my hands across a guy's chest or "accidentally" touched his ass. I didn't care, though. I was drunk. Very, very drunk and just wanted to get laid.
My gaydar wasn't working properly, it turned out.
I had started hanging on this one guy - not literally, but figuratively. He was really cute, wearing a faded t-shirt over a long-sleeve shirt and some low-rise jeans. He looked a million bucks, probably six-foot-two, dark hair and dark eyes.
I flirted big time. Hardcore flirting, where if you don't realize it you're really, really thick. And so it seemed with this guy. I couldn't figure out why he wasn't responding or flirting back. Surely he'd be into me, my drunken stupor told me. What was he waiting for?
The night wore on and I was becoming more and more touchy-feely with this guy. He was hot, and wasn't making me stop, so I kept touching his arm, putting my hand on his shoulder, and casually touching is ass more than necessary. He had stayed the same, maybe warmed up a little bit, but things were still casual. I went and got another drink, and got one for him. There was A LOT of vodka in it, so much I remember him coughing after the first sip. But he finished it, and was clearly drunk off his ass.
He got ready to leave and I decided to leave with him. I grabbed my jacket and we left.
I remember thinking our conversation was going really well. I'm sure it was typical drunken talk with little basis in fact or reality, but I was turning on the charm as we walked back towards campus. We got to an older set of dorms and I followed him in. He just kept talking and so did I. Got back to his room and let himself in, but left the door open while he kept talking. I walked in and closed it behind me - his roommate was out, and since it was already 2AM I figured he wasn't going to be back.
This guy - how sad is it that I don't even remember his name - fell back into his chair and was slumped there. I got down on my knees in front of him and started to undo his belt. He looked at me like I was insane for a split second and then had that drunken look of someone that really doesn't know what is happening. So I undid his pants and pulled them down a bit.
Totally flaccid, but that didn't last long. I got to work right away and started sucking his dick, getting him hard eventually. He stopped me when he realized there was a guy on his dick and stood up, only to fall over again. I told him not to worry about it - no one cares and it's all just human nature or some other drunk talk.
He seemed to accept that and then got up to climb into bed. He stripped as he stumbled to his bed, cock still hard. I stood up and stripped, too, hopping into bed next to him and going back down on his dick. I sucked him off for what seemed like a long time, but what was probably only a few minutes. I pulled my face up from his crotch and told him to fuck me. He lazily, drunkenly climbed up as I laid down and put my legs up. He grabbed my ankles and clearly couldn't see straight, or didn't quite know what do when seeing my dick there instead of what he probably normally saw. I reached down and pulled his dick towards me, lining him up and egging him on.
He buried himself right into me as far as he could go.
"Oh yeah," he said, and with that started sliding in and out of my ass. I was moaning a little, really enjoying this.
Since we were drunk it took A LONG time. I feel like it was fifteen, twenty minutes that this guy was pounding my ass before I came, and even longer before he came inside me. He pulled out right after he came and fell down on top of me, fast asleep. I pushed him to his side and curled up in front of him, my ass right up against his sticky dick.
In the middle of the night, I woke up when he threw his arm around me. I went right back to sleep.
I woke up around 7AM and got out of bed. I started to put my clothes on when he stirred.
"What the fuck? Who the FUCK are you?"
"I'm Jake. Damn, you were out of it last night," I replied.
"What the... where the fuck are my clothes???"
"Right here." I pointed to them on the floor.
He started to freak out a bit as I put my shirt on and reached for my shoes, wanting to know what it meant and what happened and how it happened and in general being more dramatic than I felt I had ever been.
"Look," I finally said, "We had sex. You fucked me in the ass, we fell asleep, and here we are. Thanks, it was fun."
"But, oh man... oh shit!"
More freaking out, so I grabbed my jacket and got up. He leapt out of bed and ran to the door, slamming it closed as I opened it. He was still naked and I was staring at his rather hot 6'2" frame while he panicked.
"You can't tell anyone about this! Fuck! I can't believe you did that to me! You can't tell ANYONE! Shit!"
"Uh, no offence, but my ass is the one that got used. You got off. Excuse me."
And I opened the door. Right as I stepped into the hall he whispered, venomously, "you better keep your fucking mouth closed, fag!"
I turned around and said, "Whatever."
As I walked off with him still standing in the doorway his roommate came around the corner. I only knew because the roommate called out the guy's (the one I'd just slept with) name, only to hear the door slam behind me.
I didn't say a word. I just walked back home, cleaned up, and went about my day. I had a massive hangover so I didn't do much.
It wasn't the last time I would see that guy. But that's a story that will have to wait.
Chapter 12: The OLD Guy
I went down to Atlanta one night. It wasn't a long drive and I just wanted to go out someplace where people didn't know me. I didn't want anyone coming up to me and asking how I was, or what I was doing tonight, or how classes were, or anything.
I particularly didn't want the ol' "are you doing alright" question from people who knew my entire story. I was doing just fine. Thinking back on it, I definitely wasn't, but I still was an angry guy.
I went to some bar - it's probably not even there now - and had a couple of drinks. I thought I recognized a guy and went over to talk to him, only to realize I was wrong and it was someone else. No big deal. I went back up to the bar and someone starting hitting on me. He was older - at the time, I would have called him just plain old, but now that I'm catching up to his age, I know better!
Anyway, his name was Ted, and he was about 42 or 43. He was really attractive and started buying me drinks. I wasn't going to say no.
Several drinks later he suggested we go to a club and dance. So we headed out of the bar and to some club. The music was pumping, the lights were flashing, and we had a couple of drinks while we started to get down to the music. I was having a great time, sweating up a storm and grinding with this guy. I had a raging hard-on from dancing with him - we were touching each other all over and generally being one of those couples on the dance floor that you know is going to go have sex in the bathroom.
I did NOT have sex in the bathroom of that club. So all those people thinking that are wrong!
Ted unbuttoned my shirt while we were dancing - there were plenty of people who were dancing shirtless, so having my shirt unbuttoned was no biggie. I really enjoyed it, to be honest. He rubbed his hands all over my pecs and my abs while we danced, and when I turned around he ground his crotch into my ass through our jeans, holding around my bared chest while we moved to the music.
Eventually my shirt came off entirely. We kept dancing, stopping only to go get a drink, which was typically a shot of some kind. We were having a lot of fun. And yes, I got a lot of stares. Once my shirt was off entirely I know there were several people who tried to touch and caress my chest. Several people "accidentally" bumped into me.
I got licked by one guy, which was fine - I was drunk and having a great time.
Eventually Ted asked me if I wanted to leave. It was sometime around 1AM, I think, and I said sure. I was way too drunk to drive, so we walked back to his place.
He had an incredible loft. I can't remember what he did - I think he was a lawyer. Anyway, incredible loft with a huge wall of windows and a balcony just beyond looking out over Atlanta. He showed me inside and I have to admit, I really was impressed.
Standing in the kitchen area, he was talking about the countertops or the stove or something, when I shut him up by kissing him. And that was it for talk.
I quickly started stripping - he was helping me. He seemed more reluctant to take his clothes off, but he shouldn't have been. I could tell he didn't work out much, but he wasn't out of shape either. He was a FANTASTIC kisser, though. So off came my clothes as we moved from the kitchen to the living area, making out the whole time.
I was stark naked as I fell onto his couch, him on top of me, us still making out furiously. I was rock hard, and I could feel he was under those jeans. I started trying to get his clothes off, too. And I managed, in between having my neck, my chest, and my lips kissed and caressed by his lips.
I got him naked and we kept making out. We were leaking pre-cum all over each other and onto his couch (poor guy, having that mess to clean up later). Eventually, though, we paused and got up for another drink.
Naked vodka martinis.
Since it was fairly nice out, we went out on the balcony overlooking the city. It was, I have to say, exhilarating. Naked, outside on the balcony, in the biggest city in the South.
After our martinis we started making out again. We took our glasses back inside and headed up the spiral staircase to the bed area. I literally leapt into the bed as he climbed in on the other side. We started making out again. But not for long... he told me to fuck him, and I was happy to oblige.
He grabbed some lube out of the bedside table and I put some on his hole and on myself, then started to slide in. He told me not to take it so easy - he was used to it. That was all the instruction I needed, and I started pumping in and out of his ass quickly. I was so horny from being naked and making out for so long it didn't take but a few minutes before I came. I let it all out and looked down at him, kissing him again. He had a big smile on his face, but hadn't come yet.
I pulled out and laid there for a minute or two as he got up and put lube on his own dick. I was spent, but wasn't about to deny him, and he got up and lined up his dick with my hole. Then he paused. Since I had started slowly, he asked me how experienced I was... I told him I'd been with several guys and this was nothing new to me.
And then he pushed in.
And he was GOOD.
I can't even begin to describe what he did, and I know I can't replicate it. But damn, he not only knew what he was doing, but he REALLY knew what he was doing. It might have had something to do with the fact that I had just come and was sensitive - but that was my dick. What he was doing to my prostate was insane.
He slid in and out and I was moaning like nobody's business. It was awesome. He wasn't big or anything, just really talented. My dick sprang to attention pretty quickly again and he kept at it. And at it. And at it. He was like a machine - a sex machine designed specifically to make my night.
I came again - before he did, actually. And as I was coming down off of that he finally came, too.
He pulled out and we lightly cleaned up before falling asleep. It was hard for me to sleep with all the city lights coming through that big wall of windows, but I managed a few hours.
I woke up before Ted and went downstairs. I didn't get dressed and instead poured myself a glass of orange juice and went outside on the balcony again. There was no way for any of his neighbors to see me, even if they had been out on their balconies, but I don't know about the rest of the city. Someone with a telescope surely could, but I just laid back on one of the lounge chairs and sat in the early morning sunlight. It was cold, but the sunlight directly on my body was just enough to keep me comfortable.
I went back inside and he had gotten up. We had a nice little naked breakfast, made out some more, and showered. He walked me back to where my car had been parked the night before - it was still there (no one wanted to steal it - it was too weird) - and kissed me goodbye.
We had exchanged email addresses and he emailed me before I got back to school. He had enjoyed our evening, and I wrote back telling him I felt the same. We met again a few times that semester, but I made it clear I wasn't looking for a relationship. He told me he wasn't either when I told him that - he just thought I was cute and wanted to spend some time with me. And we did.