This is a fictional story. It is based on many experiences and fantasies of the author. If you are really into graphic sex, it may not satisfy your purpose for coming here. If you like to hear of real love and real teen angst, with a little sex thrown in, you are in the right place. There may be some amount of graphic sex between males. If this is objectionable to you, or you are legally too young to be here, you are cordially invited to press your back button.
From Chapter 2:
I took my pants and boxers off, and chucked them in my dirty clothes. I went into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I looked the same. I don't know what I expected. I damn sure felt different! I was no longer a virgin.
Right?
Well, I still never had my dick in anyone elses -- anything! But -- I felt like -- no, I knew -- my life would never be the same.
I stepped into the shower. I took a long hot shower, but it did not wash away the feeling. I wanted to wash away -- the -- feeling -- of -- - - - - - - - - - - - - Guilt.
Chapter 3
I wanted to tell someone how -- happy -- or excited -- or something -- that I was. I felt a degree of guilt, probably associated with my parents, and -- well -- it wasn't like I felt in love or anything drippy like that. But my gawd! This was my first time ever touching another guy -- in any sexual way!
I don't think I could explain it if I DID have someone to confide in. I went to my Western civilization class. The prof was droning on about how Constantine conquered by inclusion. How he recognized that Christianity was the wave of the future, and embraced it to win the Christians --blah blah blah! (Not fair to him, really. He is a terrific professor -- spellbinding really -- makes me feel like I was there, but - - - I was somewhere else this day1)
I don't remember much more. I know I had more classes that day. I was thinking of that big boner bouncing in my face. I couldn't get the taste of his spunk out of my mind. (Well, in truth, I did not eat at all that day -- just so I could savor the taste all day. I can't tell you how many times I blew into my hand and smelled it! It was gross, but it was so arousing and - - -wonderful! I didn't know then that I would grow to love that smell more than any other!)
When I got back to the dorm, Garth was already there, grinning at me as soon as I came in the door. I had already decided that if we did any more -- it was not going to be one sided.
"Hey, Buddy!" he started. "Randy will be late today -- remember?"
"Yeah - - and?"
"Well, uh - - ?"
"And you'd like a repeat of this morning?"
"Heh! DUDE! I'm so glad you thought of it!"
"Garth -- er -- Goth!" I quipped. "I -- I'm not planning on being your -- or anybody elses -- uh - `bitch'." Dang, I felt so obtuse, saying that!
"Huh?"
"We've known each other 3 months, and I like you. But I don't plan to just be your -- cock sucker from here on."
"I didn't expect -- uh -- what -- what are you saying?"
"Garth! Concentrate! You're at UCLA. I know you got an athletic scholarship, but -- well -- you're not stupid!"
He looked at the floor. "I -- well -- I know -- I think I know what you're saying -- or -- um -- asking."
"What do you think I am saying?"
"You don't wanna do -- that -- any more -"
"I didn't say - "
" -- unless I -- uh -- do you too!" He said slowly.
"Garth - "
"I been givin' it a lotta thought." He got serious -- more serious than I ever saw him. Dude, I -- I'm all mixed up. I said yesterday that I wasn't bi -- but now -- um -- do you think you are bi?"
"I have never been with a girl, Garth, but I have no desire to either."
"But -- but how do you know unless you try it?"
"I suppose you're right. I wouldn't have the slightest idea how to go about it."
"You just talk to them."
"And you would know this -- how?"
He turned bright red. I dunno -- I'm -- I guess -- I'm kinda -- um shy -- but -- I still feel -- um -- attracted to them."
"Well, I don't. Do you feel -- `attracted' to me?" I asked.
"I am now!" he blurted out. "I mean -- after last night -- AND THIS MORNING! I -- like I said, I'm confused."
"Could it be you are just `attracted' to the sex -- to the physical sexual feeling?"
"Yeah, but - -" His voice started to crack.. He did not finish.
"What is it Pal?" I said, now concerned.
"I -- I mean -- you -- that is -- AHEM! I thought about -- uhhhh -- (deep swallow) I thought about you all day."
"You mean you thought about what I did!"
"No, Dude. I - " his eyes started to get glassy. "I -- it was just -- you! Nobody has ever been so nice to me -- especially no guy"
"But, Garth - "
"I -- uh - " again his voice cracked and a tear ran down his face. "I feel like I am falling for you!"
Oh SHIT! I was not ready for this. I almost puked right there. It wasn't that he was not hot -- he was more than hot! But I just did not feel that way about him. What could I say to him? As hot as our morning activity was, I felt closer to Randy than I did to Garth.
"Garth, I think that -- it's too soon to -- say anything like that. We hardly know each other, and - "
"Hardly know each other?!!" he exclaimed. "After this morning, how can you say that?"
"Garth, you said yourself that it was just for fun! We also did it with Randy last night."
"Well, yeah, but Randy didn't - "
"Garth, I was -- we both were -- in the moment. It was not planned -- it just happened!"
"Well, even so," he was beginning to sound desperate -- I was getting more worried by the second. He continued, "I'd feel better if I could at least reciprocate."
What did he just say?!!!
"Garth -- I don't think - "
"It's only fair, he argued, "I let you do me this morning, so --?"
I just hung my head. I did not know how to even talk with his logic! " - -so I should `let' you do me next time?"
"Now!"
I again looked at the floor. "I -- don't know. This morning we were both all sexed up and horny! Now, it's just - "
He barely touched my arm with his fingers. An electric charge went through me! I looked up into his eyes. They were swimming in tears. I was in shock as he put his hands gently on my face and kissed me! I never kissed a guy before -- scratch that! I never kissed ANYONE before! This was so intense -- so -- intimate! I completely melted. I felt almost faint.
"See?" he said, as if I was supposed to see something. "It wasn't so bad was it?" He had a way of being on a completely different planet form me!
"Garth, I have never kissed anyone before. Is it -- is anything like -- AHEM!
Does kissing a girl feel anything like that?"
This time it was he that looked down. He pulled me in to a close hug, and over my shoulder, he said, "I don't know, Dude. I never kissed anyone either." He then found his way to my mouth again, and we kissed -- deep! It was clumsy and -- adolescent -- but it was -- incredible. "I think I'm falling in love with you, Den!"
"It's Denny -- and no, you're not!" I was adamant. "Garth, you are just carried away again in the moment. This isn't - "
"Then let's not ruin moment, Dude. Let me feel like I love you for the moment, k?"
He then just pushed me down on my bed. I bonked my head on his bunk, and we both laughed. He started to undo my pants and I said, "DUDE!"
"What?!!" He exclaimed.
I giggled. "Lock the door, huh?"
Then he remembered -- last night. He giggled and locked the door. When he turned back to me, I was ready to reason with him. "Garth, please -- no promises. I think that you are in the moment' and really -- so am I -- but I don't have any delusions of -- love'. Can we just say we are still doing this for the fun -- as an `experiment' as you used to when you were a kid?"
"Yeah." He said, not sounding very convinced. "I can accept that. But dude?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't -- uh -- don't try to figure out my feelings. I'm not the brightest bulb in the garden, but -- I'm not stupid, either. I know how I feel -- and -- I'll take responsibility for that. Don't YOU worry about me -- k?"
Wow! That was the deepest thing I ever heard him say. (Well, except maybe for that "brightest bulb in the garden" remark) I nodded. He again pushed me down onto the bed, and he finished taking my clothes off, then he removed his. Seeing him strip helped me get into it a lot! He was really a hot looking guy -- and with impressive swimmers muscles.
I just closed my eyes and was bracing for his mouth on my dick, but He lay down on top of me and kissed me again. This time it was more tender and I was surprised -- again -- at my response! I almost liked kissing better than --. Well, I didn't know better than what. I had never been sucked before, so -- Well, anyway, this was pretty amazing!
He kissed my nose then went down to my nipple. He sucked it a bit then bit it. "OUCH!" I cried. "Easy, boy!"
"SORRY -- sorry." Then he kissed his way down to my pubes.
"Where did you learn all this stuff, Garth?"
"Hee hee! I read some stuff on the Internet today."
With that, he took my rock hard 6", and pulled back the skin with his lips. I shuddered deeply! Then he just started to bob up and down. Very quickly he found that he could clamp on to the skin and it would slide in and out of the foreskin with ease. It was better for me that way, because my glans was so sensitive. He also had a secure hold on my butt, and was kneading it. I had no idea that could be such a turn on.
It wasn't long before I felt the juice rising. It felt -- nice -- not spectacular -- but it was all right. I had just started to spurt -- that first big one -- when he started to choke!
"Uh -- ach -- UGH1 BLAAAT! ACHHTT! That was gross!" He made a face and spit it out right on my bed cover! "DUDE! How could you stand it?"
I didn't say anything. I just lay there, tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't know why. Maybe I was disappointed? Maybe I felt more for him than I was admitting to myself? I'm not even sure now. But all I know is I felt like crying -- and I WAS crying.
"Aw, Dude, don't! Don't cry! It wasn't your fault! Hey! What did you have to eat today?"
Here we go -- he's back on Jupiter! "Uh -- why?" Well, it brought me out of my melancholy!
"I learned on the internet that the way it tastes depends on what we ate recently."
"I didn't eat today -- at all!"
"DUDE!" He exclaimed. "Why not?"
I was afraid to tell him. "Uh -- after this morning -- what we -- uh -- did -- uh -- I couldn't think of anything else! I guess you got a taste of the pure stuff!" I smiled, and then he did too. He then climbed back up and kissed me again. That was so therapeutic! I kissed him back.
"Wait a minute." He said.
He went to the bathroom and came back with a warm, wet wash cloth. He cleaned me all up where I had pumped the rest of my spunk onto my abdomen. He very carefully skinned back my foreskin from my soft shaft and head, and very gently dabbed it clean. I didn't have the heart to tell him I never do that. He dabbed at the spot on my bed cover and then replaced my foreskin and then picked me up -- again hitting my head on the upper bunk. "Oops!" and we both giggled again.
He actually carried me to the bathroom as if he were a carrying his books. I don't mean dangling at his side, but it was that easy for him. He stepped into the shower. He put me down and kissed me again. He was only about 1/4" taller than I was, so we fit pretty well. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temp, then grabbed another wash cloth and soaped it up. We didn't say anything.
He washed every inch of me, and before I could reciprocate, he quickly washed himself. He stepped out and wrapped a towel about his torso and then grabbed mine and toweled me off. We kissed once more and he opened the door for me. I walked out the door into the eyes of Randy. He was standing exactly in front of the door! He looked at me then at Garth and then back at me. He shook his head back and forth, and turned around. "You guys been getting acquainted, huh?"
I looked at Garth. He was red as a beet. I felt my ears burning, so I supposed I looked about the same.
"Guys," Randy said, not looking at us, "I don't care what you do -- that's your business. Just don't flaunt it -- and -- don't try to involve me again."
"Aw geez, Randy, we - "
"I don't want to hear it! I'm sorry I did what I did last night! I hope I didn't give you the wrong impression. I was in the moment, and - "
"Hee hee! We know about `in the moment'." Garth said. "We just - "
"No! No more! Just keep it to yourselves, okay?"
"Randy," Garth started again.
"I don't want to HEAR IT!" Randy hollered. He started turning around, when Garth spun him back to us. Standing so close, Garth towered over him.
"Want to or not," Garth said evenly, "You WILL listen to this. This will not leave this room! What we were doing was `in the moment' too, and we are not -- we don't want the world knowing about it. We know enough about you to make your life -- interesting -- if you tell anyone."
"I told you I don't CARE! I'm not going to tell anyone. Just cool it around me!"
He turned around, opened his book bag, took out a book, sat down at his desk and turned on his computer. With his back to us, he ignored us the rest of the night. Actually, Garth and I didn't say more than two words either. When Randy turned off his computer, Garth said he was turning in too. I was not really getting any studying done, so I shed my clothes and climbed under my covers.
Garth was standing nude, about to climb up to his bunk, when Randy passed behind him, in his boxers, and into the bathroom. Garth immediately bent down and climbed on top of me and kissed me deep. I kissed him back. As we heard the toilet flush, he hopped up and into his own bunk. Randy appeared clad in a full set of pajamas, shut off the light and went to his bed. There was no sound of bedsprings for the first night in three months.
The next few weeks were a time for us to settle into a new routine. Nothing really changed, except the way we reacted to each other. Of course there was not ever a repeat of that first night of joyous group wanking. I heard Randy getting off a few times, after we went to "sleep", but I don't think he knew it. Maybe he did and just didn't care. Garth and I just kept getting closer and we fond ways of getting our "alone time".
Randy became almost as he had been before. He was pretty talkative, at times, telling us about his training and his latest coup on the team. I played my oboe at concerts and a flute in the marching band. Both guys came to all the games. They even sat together. I was always stuck in the band. But the Bruins had a lot of team spirit -- at least those who came to the games. We had plenty to talk about on game nights. It was getting time for the Coronation Ball -- the homecoming dance. Everyone was going. Well, everyone but our room! Garth and I were definitely a "couple" and somehow Randy had not clicked with any girl yet.
But in our classes, several people asked each of us who we were going to the dance with. It was getting uncomfortable for all of us. One evening, as we all met in the room, Garth announced, "Nancy asked me to take her to the dance."
"What did you tell her?" Randy asked.
Garth looked at me -- a little sheepishly -- and said, "I told her I would think about it."
"Boy, talk about putting her down!" Randy said.
"Well!!??" Garth retorted, "what could I say?" He looked directly at me.
"Don't ask me -- I've never known how to talk to a girl -- well, not in that way! Do you want to go?"
"Kinda." He said to the floor.
"You should go!" I said, exuding more enthusiasm than I felt.
"Really?" He said, hopefully.
"Yeah, really!" I came back with. " `You'll never know unless you try it!'
Isn't that what you said to me?"
"Heh! I guess I did! He said. "Okay, I'll tell her tomorrow."
The next night he came in and said, "DUDES!"
"WHAT?!" Randy and I said in unison. We had perfected that response!
"You're both going with us to the big dance!"
"Yeah," Randy drawled, "Denny and I can double with you and -- Nancy is it?"
"Yeah -- Nancy -- and NO! She has two friends she is fixing you guys up with!"
"Great!" We again were synchronized in our response.
The day of the dance, all three of us were -- well -- like a bunch of girls! In truth, Randy was never exactly a lady's man either, so this was new to him, as well. We all went to a tux rental and rented identical gray tuxedos. Each of us shaved very close, and made sure every hair was in place. This was the first time I saw Randy in the buff since "that night". But he seemed unconcerned. His glutes were magnificent. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn he was showing off for me. When we were all dressed and ready, I looked at my two "dates".
My gosh these were such dreamy looking guys! Garth's wonderful green eyes seemed to sparkle with the multi-colored satin/metallic cummerbund and bow tie. And my GOD! They didn't seem to tight at all, but Randy's pants seemed to be part of his skin -- especially covering his wonderful butt! I found my eyes constantly drawn to it!
"Dudes!" Garth said.
"What?!!" we intoned.
"You guys look the part!"
"What?"
"You both look good enough to eat!"
I looked at Randy. He was red all over. But he looked pleased! "You look pretty good yourself, big guy!" he said to Garth. And then to me, "And, Denny! All I can say is, `WOW'! You clean up pretty good -- excellent!"
I kinda sensed that Garth was a little disappointed that I didn't say anything. I was embarrassed to say any more. It would have been anticlimactic anyway. I surely thought it. But by the time I mulled it all over the moment was passed. I would tell him -- them -- later.
The dance was fun enough. There were lots of eats and drinks -- and of course under the table the alcohol was flowing fast. The girl that Nancy fixed me up with was cute. She wore glasses and her waist must have been no more than 20 inches, even though she was taller than Randy! She really knew how to dance. I felt like a fool trying to keep up with her. She said I was doing fine, but I felt like a real klutz. We didn't dance to the slow dances.
Randy's date was at least shorter than he was. She was okay, pretty enough, I guess, but I didn't think they hit it off much. She was not what you would call "trim". She was not fat either. I just think Randy was hoping for something different. I don't know.
That night was the first night that I met Nancy. I can't figure out why she had to ask Garth. I mean Garth is really a catch and all but . . . She was a knockout! 5'-8" tall, nice rack, hourglass figure. She was blond with blue eyes -- looked kind of like Marilyn Monroe. Without the huge hips. They did not dance any fast dances. But they were inseparable, and danced all the slow ones. Well, I couldn't exactly cut in on her could I? I wanted to! I wanted to dance with my man!
When the night was over we took the girls back to their dorm, and we left. We walked back to our dorm from theirs. Garth and I walked side by side, with Randy taking the lead. I took Garth's hand once, but he flinched, looked around and jerked it away. Well, I never did that in public before -- it was stupid of me.
When we got back to the room, Randy was first to strip. He walked to the bathroom to pee and brush his teeth -- in the buff for the first time in about 6 weeks. He came back in and smiled at us, and said, "Night guys!" He crawled in his bed naked, as he used to do.
Garth looked long at me before climbing up. He looked at me -- then over at Randy -- then over at me again. I don't know how I looked, but -- I felt a longing deep inside me that would not be satisfied that night! He hopped up onto his bunk. I looked back at Randy, but he had kindly chosen to turn and face the wall. What a guy! I very quietly told Garth g'nite. He leaned down and pecked me a kiss good night and snuggled down deep in his sheet.
I couldn't sleep. I heard each of them as they relieved their sexual tension. My mind was nearly blank. I didn't know what to think. I had already succumbed to the idea that I loved my big lug. I knew he loved me. Why did I feel so empty. I guessed it was just seeing him all night with Nancy, and not being able to touch him myself. We had promised Randy we would not do anything overt in front of him. He walked in on us a couple times, but discreetly closed the door and said no more about it.
The next couple days were uneasy, but after a few days we were back to normal. We loved to cuddle and a lot more when Randy would be gone. And he was good enough to let us know when that would be. So we had a lot of physical stuff going on -- enough to satisfy us! Well, actually that was not much. We were still so inexperienced! But we loved to touch and suck all over each others' bodies. His smooth muscles felt so hot! And he seemed to like my less-than-buff body.
The next Friday night, I decided to go home for the weekend. I asked Garth to come with me. He was from Kansas, so he could not go home that easily. I called and asked my mom and of course she said yes. When we got there, my mom made a big deal about him being away from home and he must miss his parents and all. "Are you going home for Thanksgiving dear?" she asked.
"I dunno." He replied. It's only four days, and - "
"Well, if you don't please come and spend the weekend with us, Garth! We'd love to have you! That's in two weeks now -- so find out as soon as you can."
"Thanks Mrs. Miggs. I can tell you now -- I won't be goin' home until Christmas. I'd like to come. Thank you for askin' me, ma'am."
"Oh that's so nice dear. Well, we have plenty of room this weekend, so you can take either of Dennis's brothers' old rooms, but Thanksgiving I'm afraid you will have to bunk with Dennis."
"That's okay, Mom, he can stay in my - " I started.
"Thanks, Mrs. Miggs. Which room would be the least trouble for you?"
"The least trouble would be my room," I said, "No need to dirty more sheets."
"That's all right," Mom said, "No trouble at all! Garth can take Jack's old room."
I was crestfallen. Once he saw the rooms, he asked if maybe it would be okay to take Bob's room instead. That was fine with my mom. When I got him away from her, I asked, "Why did you not wanna stay with me?" I didn't mind letting him know I was very disappointed!
"Dude! Why do you suppose I took your other brother's room?"
"Why?"
"Because it has an adjoining bathroom with yours. Dude, I did not want to make anything obvious to your mom!"
"Really?" I brightened immediately.
"We can lock both doors and no one will know where we slept all night!" he said. JEEZ, Denny, I am surprised you didn't think of that before I did!"
I did feel a little stupid! But mostly, I felt energized. Our first whole night together!
Notes: Is love always so bumpy? Does it always hurt? As in my other stories (Colins-Story, last posted 8/15/02, and Chris-crossed, last posted 1/15/03, both in this same section) I write from the hip. I never know from day to day where the story will go. That makes it more interesting and fun for me. Any comments are welcome. Address them to Steve at s4d@hotmail.com.
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