This is a work of pure fiction, based on the author's feelings, beliefs, and in some cases, experience. There may be graphic sexual encounters at times between men, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If you are too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kind if story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - - ENJOY!
Prologue: "Well, I am not your typical teen," I wrote in an English composition when I was a freshman in high school. I didn't go into the most compelling reasons why I believed this, but only the most obvious. I am -- and probably always will be -- skinny to the point of looking awkward and geeky. I have non-descript dirty dishwater blond hair and in the summer I don't tan -- I freckle. I used to hate that, but somehow it seems to endear people to me. I'm told I look like the all-American boy. Even now -- which is ridiculous, because I'm no longer a boy.
I seem to have inherited good genes though. My parents and my younger brother all seem to be "ageless" too. I don't smoke, drink, or have a craving for any substance that is habit-forming -- and neither does Habby. Habby is my brother, 3 years my junior. His real name is Harold Brian Arthur. Mine's Jamey by the way. James Thomas Arthur.
My parents DID smoke, AND drink, albeit mildly, as well as my mom was a serious Pepsi-holic. But that hasn't seemed to affect their aging. They both look at least 20 years younger than they are. I was named after my grandpa, James Gillian Arthur. Habby was named after my dad, Harold Garfield Arthur.
I actually was only 17 when I entered college, and I looked closer to 14! I hated being skinny, but Habby was skinny too, and both my parents still are, so I don't see much hope out of it.
At 6'-0" even, I weighed 145 pounds when I walked into my college dorm. Habby really WAS 14, but at that time, he looked closer to seventeen. He was taller than I was, but weighed even less, if you can imagine. He rode along when dad drove me the 100 miles to Santa Barbara. When we entered my dorm room, Will was walking nude to the bathroom. "OOO!" I crooned. "Sorry. They gave me a key. I shoulda knocked, I guess!"
"Hey, that's okay dude!" He said with a big toothy smile. He was almost to the bathroom when we walked in, his back to us, so all we saw was his butt. Habby giggled, but I don't think Will heard it. "Oh my gosh, that looks heavy dude!" he said to Habby, and turned and quickly walked directly to my brother and relieved him of his burden. Looking at my little bro, he said, "Your bed is over there. I've been here for a couple days. They said you'd be here today."
He put Habby's heavy load -- which he hefted like it was nothing, incidentally -- on the bed. Then he looked up at and extended his hand to Habby and said, "Welcome to UCSB! I'm Will. I'm a junior this year, and I was chosen to orient you to university activity."
"Umm - " Habby said. "Actually you won't." Habby's high voice stopped Will cold. Habby was tall, but his secondary male characteristics had yet to mature. It was then that Will showed any sign of embarrassment. It didn't bother him that he was standing stark naked in front of us until he realized that this kid was probably not as old as he thought.
"Oops. Sorry, kid! Be right back!" He ran to the bathroom and threw on a towel.
"So ... YOU must be James!"
"Yeah." I said. "But since it looks like we are going to be roommates, you can call me Jamey." He had a firm handshake. And now that his towel was in place, I could see that he had a face too! And a damned handsome one at that. Oh! Did I tell you that I'm gay?
"This is my brother, Habby, and this is my dad, Harold. You obviously already know that we are the Arthurs. Dad looked Will up and down while he shook his hand. Will's other hand went to his towel which was starting to loosen up. It would have been fine with me if he let it drop!
Will has freckles too, and strawberry blond hair. I was taking in everything I could see -- memorizing it! He is not skinny, but is trim, with well defined muscles. His chest is hairless, and his pecs are sculptured, with dark pink tits and lighter pink areolas. He already has some love handles and is obviously not concerned about a very minimal pot belly. "Probably the result of too much beer," I thought. His navel is nearly flush -- neither an "innie" or an "outie", but that's where the hair started. It was a thin, light trail down into that towel.
He has a cleft chin, very red lips and cheeks, and long, curly, dark eyebrows. His hair, besides being a gorgeous color, was longish and wavy. His eyes are deep set, and sky blue. I just knew he was going to show up in my dreams later, and if not -- at least in my fantasy while I --
"What is your major?" Dad asked.
"General business -- like Jamey, sir. That's why I was chosen to orientate him." He said, holding firmly to that damned towel. "Hey, I was on my way to the shower. Why don't you get situated while I do my thing in there, and I'll be out in a couple shakes.
Dad looked at me after Will closed the door, and we heard the exhaust fan start to whirr. "I guess I don't need to tell you to cool it, Jamey?" Dad said.
"Jamey probably wants to `do Will's thing'!" Habby giggled.
Dad had raised us on his own, since my mom was killed by a drunk driver when I was six. We talked about everything. He was strict about some things, but never about anything we wanted to talk about or ask him. He was the one to tell me that I was probably gay, when I was twelve. He warned me that though it was nothing to be ashamed of, there would be a lot of people -- boys mostly -- who would try to convince me otherwise.
"Yes, well," Dad started, "And -- I have to admit, even I was wondering what he will be shaking in there!" That undid Habby. He fell on the bed in hysterics.
There was a dresser next to my bed, so I assumed that it was mine. I unloaded the clothes from my dad's suitcase first so he could take it back with him. The boxed stuff I could unpack later. Will reappeared from the bathroom. He was again clad in only the towel, but it seemed more anchored -- a wet towel is easier to anchor. Dad was only waiting to say good bye, so that's what he did and he and Habby left Will and me to ourselves.
As soon as they left, Will went to his dresser and fished out some burgundy colored boxers. I watched intently as his towel dropped to the floor, again baring his magnificent package. He was uncut and very long -- but not particularly thick. The extra foreskin hung a full inch beyond the head of his dick! My mouth was nearly dripping! I had seen uncut guys in high school. I went to school with a lot of Mexicans in Bellflower, and was always fascinated by their usually uncut meat. I wanted so much to get close enough to --
"So!" He said, dropping his boxers on the bed and picking up a paper from his desk. "It says here that you're gay!"
I flushed deep red and then realized it was impossible that he was reading that. "Nuh --uh!" I protested. He laughed, and seemingly unconsciously scratched his balls.
"Yeah, you're right. It doesn't say that here. But your eyes have been telling me that ever since you walked in the room. Dude! It's okay! My best friend in high school is gay. But -- I'm not. I get a lot of flack though for being gay-friendly."
"Well you're gaydar seems to be working well!" I said, trying to keep up and trying not to act as humiliated as I felt.
"Gaydar? I suppose it probably is -- for a straight guy, but - "
Then it hit me. "but gaydar wasn't needed to pick up on my vibes -- huh?"
"Uhh -- no!" He said. "But dude, I want us to be friends. Anything you want to ask me -- or talk about -- is open for discussion. Ronny and I used to talk all the time about it."
This was bizarre. He could have been raised with me!
"Ronny was your best friend?" I said.
"IS my best friend. Ronny and I were inseparable in high school. I was accused of being gay all the time. I never took it as the insult it was meant to be. I never felt it was bad or even weird. I've known Ronny since first grade. We both have learned so much from each other. We still see each other all the time. We even double date!
"Cool." I said. I felt the color draining out of my face a little. "Did you ever - " I stopped myself.
"Experiment?" He said. Sure. Up until high school, there was very little opportunity to see other guys naked. I only saw my dad, and I was like a tiny copy of him, growing up. He's uncut too, and thank God he refused to let the doctor mutilate me! But when I saw Ron for the first time, I was mesmerized. I can remember it like it was yesterday."
"How old were you?" I asked.
"Eight. We were in a two man tent in his back yard. We went in there with our clothing on, and changed into our P.J.'s after we got in there. When we took our clothes off -- simultaneously -- we both locked on to the other's equipment and both of our mouths dropped open. I remember I was first to reach out and touch his."
"Around our house -- there was no such thing as modesty -- at least not where clothing was concerned. So I was not so much shocked as he was, but still his circumcised dick fascinated me. When I touched his dick, he bolted for the house, stark naked. His dad came back out with him. After we were in our P.J.'s he talked to us about boys, girls, and the difference between them -- and the difference between Ronny and me.
"After he left, Ronny said to me, `Not fair!' I can remember the look on his face. His eyes were scowling, and his lower lip protruded well beyond his nose!
"I looked at him for a moment, then said, What?' You touched mine! I never got to touch yours!' he whined. Well, YOU ran to get your dad!' I said. Do you wanna touch it now?' I asked him. I guess.' He said. I pulled down my P.J. bottoms and he first looked at it -- for a long time. You gonna touch it or not?' I asked him.
"He reached out and ran his finger from the tip of my foreskin to my balls. I was immediately hard. I giggled because it tickled. He got really close to it to get a better look. I stripped the skin down and his eyes got huge as he saw the red, and wet head under the foreskin.
"He reached out again. I braced for it, because it is sooooo tender in there! He touched it so gently I hardly felt anything. Then he brought his finger to his nose and smelled it -- and smiled. Then he kissed it! I love you, Will.' He said. I returned the compliment then said -- You wanna taste it?' He nodded his head. His tongue slipped through his closed lips and he touched it -- then licked it. I closed my eyes, and thought I was going to heaven
All the time that Will was telling me this story, my dick was getting harder and harder, "Wow!" I said to Will, "But you never did it again?"
"Oh, yeah! We did it all the time! After he licked it, he put his whole mouth around it. I just kept my eyes closed and whispered that he probably shouldn't tell his dad about this part. He agreed. I told him how good that felt and he wanted to feel it too, so I sucked his. He was always a little more inventive than I was. That first night, he had us doing 69 all night! I was addicted! So was he!"
"Was that all you did?" I asked breathlessly.
"Heck no. We jacked each other off all the time."
"But that was all you ever did? When did you stop?"
"Well, by the time we got into middle school a lot of the guys started looking at girls. I was no exception. Ronny had no interest in girls. He was pretty heart broken at first."
"That you cut off the playing around?" I asked.
"Naw! He was just jealous that I wanted to see girls, I think. It woulda been the same if I wanted to see -- and play with - other guys. But he got used to it -- and we were always best friends. As I say, we still double date!"
"I've never touched another guy." I said.
"Yeah, a lot of gay guys are late bloomers, I guess." He noted. "Lets' get that stuff stowed. Want some help hanging those shirts and pants up?"
Author's notes: Do you like the start? Is Will a closet bi? And if so - Does he even know it? Do you want to know more about this story? If so, write to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com Thanks!