The Kid at the Bar Part 7
By botpuppy@aol.com
Jack left, calling to Steve, "OK, sweetheart, I'm ready, let's roll."
They had such an easygoing way with each other, each of them obviously completely at ease with the other and with himself. Jack, either bi or gay, Steve apparently straight, but they no doubt accepted each other for what he was. Each of them was like an idealized sculpture of the male physique, broad chest, and developed pecs, triceps, biceps and all the rest of the body parts, not to mention beautiful cut cocks. You have to have seen a gymnast to appreciate a gorgeous male body. They are well developed, but not grotesque like body builders tend to be.
I reluctantly got out of his bed, which still smelled faintly of him. There were some remains of my cum on the sheet, and I that worried me, but I couldn't figure out anything to do about it. I decided I had better take advantage of the shower and walked into the bathroom. There was a combination tub, spa and steam room in addition to the oversized stall shower. The school sure didn't skimp on anything for these jocks. Our dorm had communal showers and I enjoyed the luxury of some privacy.
I stretched and relaxed under the hot spray, soaping off the dried cum on my belly and legs, then toweled off. I wanted to take one of his dirty shirts, or maybe a used jockstrap from the pile on the floor, but decided against that, and found a clean tee. It was one of those gray numbers that all sports teams issue for practice. It was way too big for me, but part of the bottom had been cut off. On him, it probably showed his navel but it reached almost to my waist. The word Collins was sewn into the inside of the neck, and I planned to keep it as a memo of him. I wasn't in a mood to go freeballing, since my dick and ass were a little sore from all the activity. I found some briefs, which were a decent fit, and that didn't surprise me too much, since for all his bulk, Jack had a small waist. If there was anything overdeveloped about these guys it was the exaggerated vee formed between their chests and waists.
On the way down in the elevator, I thought about stopping in the restaurant. Dorm food was getting old awfully fast, and I knew that it would be a great meal and plenty of it, but a glance at my watch told me that I needed to get moving fast if I was going to make my first class. Don't ask me what happened during the classes that day, because I have no idea what was said. All I could think about was Jack, and occasionally, my day dreams included Steve. I'm sure that I could fall for him just as completely as Jack had possessed my mind and body.
My roomie was at his computer when I got back to our room. He greeted me with a toothy grin and a knowing look about him. "Missed you, last night, Mark. Or maybe I should say lover boy."
I let that pass and he said something about grabbing a burger at the pub off campus, and I realized that I was starved. "Sure, Bob, let's do it", and we left. We sat at a corner table, ordered two beers and then he started asking me questions. "That looks like some jock's sweat shirt dude, I don't remember seeing it on you before." I hadn't thought to make up a cover story, and my mind raced to invent an explanation. Then he fingered the cock strap on my wrist and smiled again. "Did you spend the night with one of the jocks, buddy? Tell me so I won't worry next time you stay the night, and no way you stayed all night at your girl's dorm. And don't be afraid to admit it, I had an idea that were into guys. That pack of matches was from a gay bar in town." My face flushed enough to make me feel myself blushing. He had me dead to rights, and I knew he had me.
"Yeah, you got me figured out right, I met this guy at that bar, and I did sleep over at his place", my eyes staring at the table. He sipped his beer, then "Not a problem, pal, I won't rat you out or anything. It's going to be fun having a cute fag in my room. Maybe you can help out with my morning wood problems, Mark. It's a bitch carrying my bone to the showers."
"You gonna tell me about your boyfriend, does he stay at the jock dorm, what's his sport." I nodded and whispered that it was gymnastics. "Tell me about that dorm, word is it makes ours look like a hovel." The break from his grilling was welcome, and I went into detail about the private bedrooms and baths, balcony and all the rest. He moved over and sat next to me, pulling down the neck of the sweatshirt. "Collins, huh? Who, Jack Collins, wow, I'm impressed. And this is his cockstrap you're wearing I guess. Nice touch, bro, I guess he digs you."
Our burgers came, and I was able to eat even through my embarrassment. He had seen right through me, and I was glad that I hadn't made up some lame story. At least, I had kept some dignity. In a way I was glad that he knew that I was gay, it meant no more hiding it from him. I guess I had been fighting it too long, but I realized that I was gay and a bottom the moment I touched Jack's cock in the bar.
We got back to our room, and Bob began to undress. "Hey Mark, how about it, you wanna blow me?" "Aw Bob, c'mon don't start that. Are you gonna start treating me like some fag now, can't we stay friends?" "Sure we're still friends, Mark, and you're a special friend now. Nothing wrong with my buddy sucking my cock when I need a favor, and you're a cocksucker, aren't you? Sucking dick is what gay guys do, so just do what you need to do."
He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, easing me firmly down to my knees. "Pull my boxers down, bro, take a close look at my cock, you're gonna get to know it real well." I was on my knees, his dick so close to me that I could feel it's heat, poking through the opening of his boxers. Not as impressive as Jack or Steve, but a good size, and it would be easier to take all the way down without gagging. And I did want to suck it. I was sure making up for all that lost time.
But I decided to wait for Jack. If he really wanted me for his own, I was willing.
So I got up. "No, Bob, it just doesn't seem right. Now let's get some sleep." He looked at me long and hard. "Have it your way, bro, just let me know when you change your mind."