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!
Cast of Characters:
James Thomas Arthur (Jamey)
Harold Brian Arthur - My Brother (Habby)
Harold Garfield Arthur -- My dad
William Pitts -- Roommate (Will)
Ronny -- Will's best friend.
George Wiggins
Darrel -- George's roommate
Chapter 6
"Well, I'm really confused now!" Said Darrel. "I never thought about Jordy being -- but -- then I -- shit! This is hard! I really came here to try to convince you to give me a chance -- with you. Now I have this whole other dimension to consider. I thought I was falling for you, Jamey, then, but - - I already love Jordy in so many ways -- but not -- I -- just don't know! I HATE this. I'm supposed to be the guy who's in control!"
"Heh! Well, if it's any consolation - - I know what you mean. I've fallen in love with 4 different guys in a matter of weeks! How is that possible?"
"FOUR!!?" he exclaimed. "I thought I was bad with two!"
"But you know what?" I said. "I just came back from the ocean -- the cliffs - "
"Oh no! You weren't gonna - "
"Shit no! I wouldn't do that! I just went there to think. It occurred to me there that -- each time I thought I was in love -- it was while I was having -- or at least being -- sexual. Except with Will. With him, it feels different."
"Now -- Will's your roommate -- right?"
"Yes."
"And -- Jordy is MY roommate."
"So?" I said.
"So -- well, at least with Jordy and me -- we already love each other so much. And I haven't been even close to sexual with him. Maybe sex causes your body to THINK it's in love. But the love I feel with Jordy -- is different."
"Yeah, same with me and Will. Maybe that's where REAL love starts? With friendship?"
"Maybe."
"Then what's this `love-at-first-sight- stuff?" I said.
"Probably more of a sexual reaction. Course no one talks about it unless it comes true' -- right?"
"Probably. My mom says -- oh! Never mind!"
"What? What does your mom say?"
"Never mind -- nothing!" I said defensively. I remembered -- I haven't been practicing what the shrink told me.
"Well, anyway -- it sounds like both of us need to have a talk with our roomies." Darrel said, now sounding more the "all-together guy".
"Yeah. I suppose." I said idly.
"Is that a problem?"
"Not for you." I answered. "You're gonna talk to a guy who is already in love with you. Will's in love with Ronny -- I think."
"Aw-uh!" He empathized. I was seeing now what George was telling me he saw. Darrel does have a soft side -- well, okay a GAY side. I know a typical girl -- or gay -- reaction! Or maybe he was just letting his guard down, now that he trusts me.
"Well, anyway, I'm gonna do it! I've felt this way almost since our first day together in this room." I said.
"Love-at-first-sight, huh?" Darrel chuckled.
"Well - - I suppose! It WAS animal at first. Even my straight brother saw it. Will is a good looking guy -- unlike moi! I don't see what he would see in me."
"Aw, give yourself more credit, Jamey! You're - - cute!"
"Yeah -- so funny looking I'm cute, maybe!"
"No -- more like `All-American-Boy' cute! I fell for you, didn't I?"
"You did?" I exclaimed. "Oh! You did! That's why you're here!"
"So - - GO for it Jay!" He quipped. "Git `er done!" He grinned. "Listen -- are you okay? I wanna go talk to Jordy before he goes to bed. Thanks -- for everything. I hope it all goes well with -- Bill, is it?"
"Will. Thanks! See yah!" I put my fist up to for a friendly hit.
"Pffffft!" He said, and he yanked me into a crunch hug. "We'll se YOU later, Dude!" and he kissed my cheek, then got more serious as he looked into my eyes, still holding me close, and whispered, "and I think everything is gonna be just - "
"HEY Jame!" Will came bursting in the door. He looked at Darrel and me, hugging close and staring into each other's eyes, and almost tripped on his lower jaw. "Oh! Sorry!" and started to back out.
"No! Wait!" I exclaimed. "He was just leaving. Darrel, this is my roommate, Will. Will -- Darrel."
"Dude!" Darrel said. "You weren't kidding when you said he was good looking!" Both Will and I blushed. "Anyway, gotta go. Got a hot date to keep! You guys behave yourself!" I thought I was gonna crap my pants. Darrel smiled deliciously and touched Will's fist and kissed me again -- this time on the lips! "BYE!" He closed the door behind him.
"Darrel? Is that the Darrel you bought your Z from?" Said Will.
"Yeah." I said, completely chagrinned and embarrassed.
"I thought you said he was straight."
"Yeah, well -- things change." I said. "Don't they?" It wasn't a question. I sat down on my chair.
"Duh!" He said more seriously. "Dude! Uhm -- Well, Jame -- I -- I -- I've been thinking." I looked up. "I don't quite know how to say this -- so - - (SIGH) Um -- when we talked last night and -- this morning -- I was so hurt -- still am, actually -- but the more I thought about it -- the more I had to see things from Ronny's viewpoint. He's right. As painful as that is to me -- he ISN'T my type!
"Then I started to think -- `Who IS my type?'. I really could not think any past that when our conversation last night came back to me. I feel like such an idiot!"
He stared me down like I should agree or say something. When I didn't he continued. "Jame -- this is a hard thing to ask -- especially since I have been so recently rejected -- once already -- but -- were you trying to tell me last night that you -- like me?" He stepped a little away form me, as if to shield himself from a blow. I was speechless. I just stared and slowly nodded my head, wondering what was coming next -- to break my heart.
Will looked at the floor. "Stupid, stupid, STUPID!" He uttered. My heart stopped, and I felt cold. "How could I have been so stupid!?" He asked. What? HE was the stupid one? I still sat there, dumbfounded as the pieces of my life started to slowly fit back together. "Jamey, I -- I can't make any promises, but - - this is so hard to say!" he laughed nervously. "I don't know any other way to say it - - Um -- well -- maybe we can be -- um -- boyfriends -- and - ?"
I slowly, shakily raised off my chair and with quivering lips, said, "That's enough for me -- for now!" I threw my arms around him and he picked me up and threw me round and round as if I were a sack of laundry.
"I don't know where this might go -- but -- it will be fun to find out -- maybe - ?"
"Will -- I love you!" Was all I could say.
"I know! I wish I was as comfortable as you saying that. I know I've said it to myself about Ron. But I never said it to him."
"Maybe you should have?" I queried.
"Naw! He and I really aren't the same type. I think -- I really think maybe -- you and I could be! Are you willing to -- take your chances -- with me -- and see?"
"Fun, huh?" I said, then repeated, "Fun! Yeah! Maybe we CAN look at it that way -- for now! Let's just do it for the fun of it!"
"Do what? Whattaya want to do first?"
"I don't think I wanna fuck!" I giggled.
"Me neither! But - - plenty of guys do it -- even guys do it -- anally -- with girls! So there must be a way that isn't so -- disgusting! But for now -- will you kiss me?"
I nodded. "Before, kissing was just an experiment for you, wasn't it?" I said.
"Partly. That's how I justified it. But -- you know what, Jame? I was embarrassed and ashamed how much I loved it. I've still never kissed Ron!" And he grabbed me and kissed me deeply and passionately.
When the kiss was over, I couldn't help saying it: "Who were you kissing? Me or Ron."
He looked shocked. "You are so insightful! I started out kissing Ron -- goodbye. Then by the end, I was kissing you -- hello!"
"Kiss me again." I said. "Last time I was kissing Ronny's lover. I want to kiss my boyfriend."
We did kiss again -- and again. We ended up in a heavy make out session on my bed. Nothing more; just kissing and touching our bodies -- through our clothing.
"Can I take you out to dinner - - boyfriend?" He said VERY cordially.
"I'd be delighted to accept your kind invitation, boyfriend!"
HE took me to a very fine restaurant. "We have to kind of cool it here -- I know too many people here - but we can make up for that later -- and get as hot as we want!"
"I need to ask you something, Will."
"Anything!"
"When we first met, you told me you loved me and that too many guys are afraid to say that. Then YOU stopped saying it. I said it -- and MEANT it several times, but you just never - "
"And I guess I need to apologize for that! It's one of the things I was thinking about this afternoon. I figured out that -- I loved you more than I wanted to - since I was supposedly straight. It scared me. It scared me even more when you started saying it - - more seriously."
"Are you saying that you love me - - then?"
"I'm saying that I am -- um -- more open to the possibility than I was -- before. I feel very -- fond -- of you. But it feels more than that, really. I can say this: I've never felt quite this way about anyone but Ron and - - you. How do you feel -- toward me -- differently than you do -- or maybe have -- toward others?" He asked.
"Man! You really know how to wine and dine a guy -- and ask the hard questions!" I said. He smiled. Sometimes he seems 20 years older than I! "I'm -- well, really -- mixed up. I - "
"Me too! That's exactly how it is!"
"When I am with a guy -- really in close contact -- kissing, making out, rubbing out body parts together -- I feel like I love him -- almost invariably."
"Anyone?" He asked.
"Well -- no! Someone I'm at least attracted to! I said. "No, really! When I am with a guy I like and things start to heat up -- I really feel like I love him. And that feeling might last a few hours -- or even overnight -- especially if I sleep with him -- overnight. But -- after some down time, it goes away - eventually -- usually."
"Mm-hm. I see." He started. "And -- with me - - ?"
"No."
"No is not usually a good word. What do you mean, `No.'?"
"I mean, no -- the feeling I have for you doesn't ever go away. When we are apart I feel it. When we're together, I feel it even more. And When I thought there was no chance that it could come to anything - - it hurt. Will, when you sort of admitted to yourself -- and to me -- that you are gay, I was elated -- until you said you had to go tell Ronny and hoped it wasn't too late. Will -- it was like a knife went through my heart."
"Oohhh! Jamey! I'm sorry. I may be two years older than you but I still have so much to learn. Please forgive me!"
"There's nothing to forgive. You were on a completely different page than I was. We were both in a dream -- but they were different dreams. When you left me to go to talk to Ron, part of me was torn up -- inside -- but -- another part of me was hoping it would work out. I don't know what to even think about that."
"I do. You are a sweet, tender-hearted boy, who obviously loves me more than I deserve. And I -- now that I have Ronny somewhat clear of my brain at least (the heart will follow, I'm confident) I want to try to show both of us that I have that capability too. But Jamey - - there are no promises. It sounds like you are really still experimenting and learning with your heart -- and so am I. I guess the reason I wanted to talk to you -- in this more formal atmosphere -- is to ask you -- again with more understanding, um -- do you want to go with me -- be my boyfriend?"
I couldn't keep my mouth from dropping open. After all of that, I expected for him to let me down gently. Then he goes and asks me to be his boyfriend - again!
Then he quickly said. "I hope your hesitation isn't a negative sign!"
"NO!" I interjected. "I mean -- no -- it's not. YES! I want to be your boyfriend!"
"Good!" he said. "Then it's official. We're boyfriends. I'll move out tomorrow."
"Wha -- at?" I stammered. My heart and brain almost exploded. "WHY??!!"
"I thought that would be obvious." He said evenly.
"I sure didn't see that coming! I didn't see it playing out this way! I WANT you -- now more than ever! And you want to move out? Why?"
"Think about it -- in light of all we said in the last half hour." He said, smiling slightly.
I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. While my brain was trying to think, my heart was rebelling. For a long moment I remained there with my eyes close. I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, here's what I think is going on: you don't want to -- um -- pollute your thinking and feeling process by being with me all the time - ?"
"Exactly. If I'm with you every night, I won't get any of that `down time' you spoke of -- and neither will you. See?"
"Yeah." I said unenthusiastically.
"Sorry!" He said.
"Where will you go?" I asked.
"I'll just move home -- until next semester. It's October now. By February maybe we will know more about our true feelings -- and how well we get along."
"Okay." I said, but not very happily. I really felt like a little boy and was being punished for something I had no control over.
We finished dinner and came back to the dorm. I was quiet all the way home. I think Will talked some, but I couldn't concentrate on it. I wondered if this was the way adults did things. I actually was kind of glad -- for a moment -- for this "cooling off" period. But only for a moment. I just couldn't understand why we should just stop all our sex just because of - - what? So we could "think" about it -- or something. Well, I determined that maybe I WOULD be thinking about it -- a lot! I wasn't sure this was what I really wanted. But -- Will is older -- and he should know these things better than I -- right?
When we got back, I went to my desk and sat down. I opened a book and stared at it, not even comprehending what was on the page. "So," Will started, "do you have a lot of studying to do -- or something?"
"I always have studying to do." I said defensively.
"But is it like -- due tomorrow -- or is it something that can't be put off?"
I turned around, tears in my eyes. "What do you WANT? More TALK? I'm TIRED of TALK!" I turned back quickly.
Will came over and put his hands on my shoulders. I flinched a little. He rubbed them while he said, "So -- what's been going on in that quiet head of yours?"
I could hardly speak. It was hard to form the words through my sorrow. "I -- my -- mouth may be quiet, but my head isn't." I mumbled. He kept massaging my shoulders. He squatted and wrapped his arms around my chest.
"Jamey -- what's wrong? I just asked you to be my boyfriend. You just said yes. Shouldn't we celebrate a little? What happened between the restaurant and here?" He laid his head on my back.
"I don't want to give up -- sex -- for 4 months!" I cried.
"Who said anything about giving up sex?" He said, turning my chair to face him. He was still squatting, looking up at me.
"You did! You said that until February - "
"I only said I am moving home until February! Are you kidding? Me, put up with my dad for four months -- and no sex -- with the boy I love?" He laughed.
"What - - ?" I said.
"I never said I couldn't visit you here as often as we wanted! I could even stay the night sometimes! Is THAT what's been bothering you since dinner? Oh my sweet little teen cutie pie!"
HE stood up and pulled me up to him, and into a gentle but close embrace. Nose to nose he said, "So do you have some time for me tonight?" I nodded, afraid to say anything that would make me feel any stupider. "Kiss me you silly boy!"
And I did! And he did! And we did! We scrambled to get our clothes off like they do in the movies. I'd say it took less than 15 seconds, and we were rolling around on the bed, kissing and fondling and licking and sucking every part of each other's body. We both got off a good, fast
orgasm. Well, I know mine was better than usual! As we drifted off to sleep, his arms around my chest, his little beer belly pressing into my back and his dick pressing into my crack, fondling my titties and tummy hair, I thought, "I really SHOULD finish my studies, but - - it can wait!" I cried my self to sleep -- but they were tears of happiness.
I was still sad to see him loading his stuff up for home. I wondered what story he would tell his parents. My first night without him was supremely lonely. I was able to study very effectively though, which made me appreciative of at least that part. While I was studying for an American History test, I got an email:
"Hey there Cutie Pie,
Damn, but I am missing you! About my every third thought is having second thoughts about my decision to come home. But I still think it is the best thing. Do you? Please consider your answer carefully, because it could very well, influence my decision to stay here or come back. My dad is such an ass hole! I still feel that this is best for US, but part of me wants you to convince me I'm wrong! Especially the part that has to deal with the ass hole.
I am having trouble concentrating. I keep thinking about you. And last night! And wondering what other wonderful things we will learn together. Are you going home for the weekend? I don't want to get in the way of YOUR great relationship with your dad, but --
Maybe Ronny will be able to spend some time with me. Now that I have you (Muah!) I can deal with being with him.
Love you! Miss you!
Will
P.S. I am considering telling Dad about me while I'm here, and not wimp out by telling him from far away."
My heart was bursting, reading his letter. I wanted to call immediately and ask him to come home with me for the weekend. But something told me to hang back and not be too pushy. I was a little afraid about him being with Ronny, but I pushed that aside. There will be lots of weekends. He can come home another time.
And -- maybe he needs this time with his dad. That worried me a little. I never could understand a dad being so hateful about his son being gay. I guess the worst thing that could happen would be he'd be kicked out and have to come back here! Yeah, I'll wait for another week at least -- to take him home with me. He met them when I first came to UCSB. But, I'll tell Dad and Habbie about us this weekend. Let THEM digest it for a week, before getting to know him better.
"Hey!" He said. "I just had to call you." Said Will.
"I just got your email." I said.
"I know! I just sent it! I was advised when you opened it. I couldn't wait for a written response. God, I'm lonely -- for you! So -- ARE you going home this weekend?"
"Yeah. My dad wants to go out again Saturday night. Hey, maybe you - - no! Let's wait on that! Can you -- I mean -- do you want to come home with me next week? It'll give me a little time to tell Dad and Habbie about us before you get there."
"OH! yeah! WHAT? You're going out? Like to a bar or something?" He said sounding worried.
"Don't worry! It may be to a bar, but one where there is dancing. It's only to have some fun with my dad. He really wants this -- I don't want to let him down. Habbie's too young. Trust me; I won't be messing with anyone!"
"That's okay. Dance only with the women! Haha! And - - Good luck telling your pop about us. Your dad already knows about you though! I'm nervous about how my dad will react. I guess I'll wait until he has a few brewskies in him -- maybe down a couple myself for courage (Haha!)."
"I hate beer!" I said. "I just don't like much of any kind of strong stuff."
"Beer's not strong!" He protested.
"Well, then -- anything with alcohol in it. It doesn't agree with me."
Oh! I'm sorry, Jame! You never told me. I can do without - "
"No, it's okay. I seem to like it second hand -- on your breath! I like the taste and smell when mixed with your own taste -- and smell!"
"Wow! Okay, I'll be sure to always drink a brewsky whenever we we're gonna kiss! Haha!
"Are you studying now?" I asked.
"I'm trying. I was hoping that talking to you would help me to stop thinking about you so much. It's like, now that I can't have you any time, I want you all the more! Now that we are talking, I'm really missing you even more. And - - horny!"
"Wanna come over -- just to say g'night?" I tempted him.
"N-n-n-n- - - Yes - - YES!" He said. "Be there in 20 minutes! Bye!"
I quickly jumped into the shower and got all clean. When he got there, I answered the door in my tighty-whiteys. They were stretching to contain the package that was straining to get out. I opened the door. He looked at me from head to toe.
"Your hair is wet. DAMN!" He said. "I was hoping we could shower together!"
"I could stand to get even cleaner!" I giggled, as I started to take off his jacket. Then I lifted his tee shirt over his head, as he removed his jeans. So I was now in my Fruit-of-the-Loom tighty-whiteys and him in his baby-blue Calvin Cline boxer briefs.
He rubbed my crotch from outside my briefs. Mr. Wood was already hard, but he just about became Mr. Steel with Will's touch. Swimming in each other's eyes, we each removed our own shorts. We moved together slowly and almost shyly.
"Ohhhhh myyyy Gaaaawd!" Said Will. "This is soooo much better than anything I've ever done before in my life!"
"Better than last night?" I pouted.
"I mean -- no! I meant, better than any time I've ever had with any girl!"
"Oh! `Course I wouldn't know about that."
"You probably don't want to either!" He said.
"Shut up and kiss me, Will!"
He did and we almost didn't make it to the shower. But Will insisted he needed to be clean before -- before we did anything. Once in the shower, he took the soap in his hand and ran it all over me. Then he rubbed and massaged every part of my slippery body. I think he forgot I just had gotten out of the shower before he got there. (I KNOW I did!)
When it was his turn, I did pretty much the same. I especially cleaned around his anus -- even stuck my finger up and then rinsed it very well, as well as everywhere else. As I was rinsing his boner, he gave a surprised whoop, and it spit at me! So I finished him off as he held on to me so his legs would not buckle. We kissed again, and rinsed all the "stuff" off of both of us and stepped put of the shower.
We dried each other off, and he again picked me up and carried me to my bed. His dick was still dripping post-cum, so I licked then sucked his softee for a while. He liked that, but probably not a much as I did. When I was done with that, we embraced each other, our hot bodies tingling everywhere they touched. And - - we tried to touch everywhere we could!
It wasn't more than five minutes before he was hard again, and I went down again. "No!" He cried. MY TURN!"
"Nuh-uh!" I said. "I want to try this." I had something in mind when I cleaned him so well. I went down and started first to tongue his corona, then down the shaft and nipped at the hair on his scrotum with my lips, until he was begging for mercy. That's when I did it! I ran my tongue in a circle around the opening of his anus. He let out a shriek, and then started to pant fast. I had read about rimming on the internet that afternoon.
"Oh, Jame! Where did you learn that? Omigod! That's unbelievable -- almost unbearable! I grabbed his dick and started to stroke it as I timidly started to thrust my tongue at his anus. I was afraid that I would run into some shit, but I didn't! He was clean as a whistle! I blew and thrust and licked while stroking him faster and faster until he let out a guttural growl, and then started a high pitched howling until he stopped cumming -- all over his chest and tummy. When he stopped cumming and stopped his wrangling on the bed, I came back and licked up all the cum I could from him.
By the time I was back to his face, his eyes were closed, and he was completely still. "Are you asleep?" I whispered."
"Am I ASLEEP?" He repeated. What I want to know is - am I awake? I thought maybe I WAS asleep and was afraid to open my eyes and find out it was a dream!"
"You're silly!" I said, and kissed him. I of course was well aware of how it felt after a hard orgasm. "Just relax and go to sleep if you want, Will." I crooned.
"Uff -- uh -- oh! No! I have to go home. And you haven't - - yet!"
"Don't worry about it. Just relax. You can get me next time. This was enough for me, anyway."
He smiled sleepily. "You sure?"
"I'm sure. Just relax!" He did and soon he was asleep. I just watched him sleep for about a half hour and then (hating it) woke him up.
"HUH? WHAT?" What time is it?" He started awake.
"It's okay. It's only a half hour since you went to sleep. You better get home. Maybe you can concentrate better now!"
"I doubt it!" He said as he sat up on the bed. I delivered his clothes from where we left them strewn across the room. He got dressed, kissed me and went home.
After he left, I lay back down and stroked myself to completion, going to sleep and letting it stay where it landed. I woke up once during the night for some unknown reason. I didn't have to pee that bad, but I got up and did it anyway. I didn't notice until I was back to my bed that I was smiling the whole time. Musta had a nice dream!
I talked to Will every day -- and night -- but didn't see him outside the campus before the weekend. As I was getting into my Z, he came speeding up beside me in the dorm parking lot! He jumped out and ran to me. "Oh, I was afraid I'd miss you." I saw that Ronny was in his car. "I didn't want you to leave without saying good bye. Okay! I know we said good bye at lunch, but - " I grabbed him and hugged him close to me. Out in the open we were careful not to do anything to draw too much attention. I waved to Ronny, and he acknowledged it.
"Hi Dad! Hey Hab! What's goin' on here?"
"Well, you're certainly in a better mood than earlier this week!" Dad said, brightly.
"Oh! Well -- um -- I have reason to be!" I grinned. "I have a boyfriend!"
"Oh!" Dad said. "Well, I'm glad you're happy! I felt bad about earlier this week, when this little butt here decided to act up!"
Ignoring what Dad said, Habbie said, "So you and Will are finally a couple? Hah!"
Dad shook his head.
"Hab -- you KNOW Will is straight!" I lied. Then I said, "Yeah! It's Will!" Both of them did a double-take on me.
"Does this mean we can't go out tomorrow night?" Dad said.
"Nope! I told Will we were having a Jamey/Dad date. And I told him we'd be dancing." I stopped there. I doubted that Dad told Habbie the details of last weekend.
"This I will love to miss: my dad dancing with my brother! Ew!" We both gave him a dirty look.
After dinner Habbie asked me to take him to Melanie's. I looked at Dad. He nodded. I guess they had come to an understanding. I drove him over and dropped him off. I saw Darrel's Vette parked outside, so I figured that probably he and George worked out THEIR thing. I dropped Habbie off and went home. When I got home, I walked in and the living room was dark and the TV was on low. Dad was sitting on the couch looking very sexy -- for a 48 year old. A scary thought flashed through my mind.
"Come in here, Son." He said smiling. My fleeting feeling came back big time. I was getting scared.
Notes: Any remarks are welcome -- to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com Thanks and love, Steve