by H.T. Bruhaus email: ht.bruhaus@yahoo.com April 2nd, 2019
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H.T. Bruhaus
Neil and Rocky Chapter 2
Neil Stands and goes to his closet. He grabs a towel and wipes my cum off of him. I sit up. His cock is soft and flops around as he cleans it. His naked body is beautiful. Neil is looking at me. He has a big grin on his face. Then he comes over to my bed and sits down. I lie back and let him take his time cleaning his cum off of my chest and abs. He has to pull back my cock to get some of my cum out of my pubes.
When he is done, he says, "Rocky, It's getting late. I'm fucking tired and I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm going to bed."
"Yeah Neil, me too."
Neil wads up the towel and shoots it into his closet like it was a 3 pointer and gets into bed. He is still naked. It's the first time he has gone to bed without wearing any boxers. I crawl under the covers of my bed. I'm also still naked. I guess, after jacking each other off, we no longer have to be modest about exposing ourselves in front of each other, although Neil hasn't really been that modest in front of me before, but this is a higher level of comfort. I just hope it will continue for the rest of the school year.
I turn off the light on my nightstand and Neil turns off his light. He says. "Good night Rocky."
"Good night Neil". As I drift off to sleep, I can't help wondering if this new level of comfort will continue, or if things will now be weird between us.
"Rocky, are you awake?"
I open my eyes. Neil is standing over me. I say "What time is it?"
"It's almost six."
"In the morning?"
Neil laughs. "Yeah, in the morning. My brother will be here any minute. Will you email me those pictures today?"
I have no idea what Neil is talking about. It must have shown on my face.
"You know Rocky, those naked pictures you took of me and my boner for Lauren last night?"
Now I remember. How could I forget that? "Yeah, sure Neil, I'll get those sent to you."
Neil sits down on my bed. I have to move my legs over to make room for him. He puts his hand on my thigh. There is just a thin layer of blanket separating us. I can tell it is cold outside, but our room is warm, almost too hot. "Rocky, I'm a little worried about you being here all by yourself over the holidays."
"It's okay Neil, I'll be fine." Although I'm already feeling lonely. When I chose an out of state college, my parents made it clear they would not be able to afford to fly me home for Christmas. I really didn't think it was going to be a big deal, but I almost regret my decision now.
Neil pats my leg. He looks concerned. "I'd have you come home with me. It's just that all my brothers will be there with their partners and kids and there won't be much room, but I'm sure we could make it work."
It's really sweet of Neil to offer, but I have no interest spending the holidays with a bunch of strangers in a crowded house and no privacy. Also, I don't want to impose. "Thanks Neil. I appreciate the offer, but I'm kind of looking forward to just chilling out on my own."
"Rocky, it's not because of last night is it? I don't want things to get weird between us just because we jacked each other off."
I'm relieved Neil said it. I'm glad he's not going to let it ruin our friendship. "Fuck no, Neil. We're still friends and like you said, it's no big deal."
"I'm glad to hear it, Rocky." Then Neil pinches my cock through the blanket.
"Fuck Neil, that hurt." But I'm smiling and Neil is smiling too.
Neil's phone chirps. He opens it. "Gotta go, my brother's here." He stands. "Give me a hug before I go, okay?"
I'm a little surprised Neil wants a hug. He's looking at me and I get the sense that he really needs it, so even though I'm not much of a huger and even though I am naked under the covers, I get out of bed. "Let me find my briefs."
"No time Rocky." Neil grabs me in a bear hug and squeezes me tight. He is a lot bigger than I am and I feel like a kid wrapped in his arms. "You take care of yourself, okay? Merry Christmas, Rocky."
"You too, Neil."
He leaves and I crawl back into bed.
I wake up and check the time. It's a quarter past noon. I automatically look over at Neil's bed. It is probably the first time in four months that it is made. I notice the Jack Daniels on his nightstand next to the tube of K-Y Jelly.
I get up. I'm still naked and I have a nice boner. There is a note addressed to me next to the bottle of Jack.
"Dear Rocky, Please finish the Jack Daniels before I return. Merry Christmas, Neil. P.S. Help yourself to the lube."
I touch my hard dick, then peek through the blinds to check the weather. There is a thick layer of dark gray clouds. It looks like it's going to rain.
I go to Neil's bed. I pull back the covers. I get between his sheets. I grab his pillow, turn it length-wise and push it down towards my throbbing cock. I can tell Neil hasn't washed his sheets for a while. They smell a bit rank and it brings to mind Neil's beautiful ass and him jacking me off from last night.
I start fucking the space between his bottom sheet and his pillow. I close my eyes and visualize Neil's full round ass. I imagine I am fucking Neil's asshole. I start thrusting faster. The musky smell of Neil on his sheets gets me super excited and I fuck his pillow even faster.
I whisper, "Neil", then I start cumming.
I shoot a huge amount of jizz. I lift up the pillow. His sheet and pillow are completely saturated with my cum. Neil's closet doors are still open. I find the towel he used to clean us up from last night. I put it to my nose and inhale deeply, then I clean my load off of Neil's sheets.
I turn the pillow over and pull back the top covers to expose the wet spots to the air so they can dry properly. I set the towel next to his bed. I want it to be handy. I suspect I'll be needing this quite a bit during the break.
I find a mostly clean towel in my closet and wrap it around my waist. I go out into the hall and down to the men's room. The dorm is eerily quiet. I take a long hot shower and pee down the drain. No one comes in or out. I walk back to my room completely naked. I don't bother to put the towel on.
In our room I check my phone. Neil has sent me a text reminding me about the photos. I email his photos to him. I also "accidentally" include one of my photos. Then, instead of deleting them off my phone, I put them into a folder labeled "Neil".
I go downstairs to the common area. No one is around, but the TV is on. I was planning on heading to the cafeteria, but one of my favorite holiday shows is just starting. "It's A Wonderful Life".
I sit on the couch all by myself. I feel lonely watching this movie without my parents, but it's also very comforting. Occasionally other students will sit down and watch with me for a short time while waiting for their rides back home to their families.
When the movie is over, I am crying. I can't help myself. I always cry at the end. I turn the TV off and take a moment to wipe the tears from my face.
I get up and go outside. It is lightly drizzling. I head to the cafeteria. Unfortunately, by the time I get there it is closed. There is a sign on the door announcing special holiday hours. I'm between meals, so I walk a few blocks off campus and go into a local pizza parlor.
It is nice and toasty warm inside. It feels good after my cold walk in the rain. The place is empty except for a young married couple with a toddler sitting near the window. The guy behind the counter is tall, he looks to be my age. This is weird, but at first I thought he was Neil.
He gives me a beautiful smile. I order two slices of cheese pizza and then at the last minute I add a pint of the local micro brew to my order. I doubt if I can get away with it, I wont turn 19 for a few weeks and my boyish face makes me look even younger, but I figure what the hell, I might as well try.
Without hesitation, he pours me the beer and sets the number 69 on the counter next to the pint.
Even though I really don't have much spare cash in my budget for restaurant food, I give him a generous tip.
He smiles again. "Thank you, sir."
It is the first time anyone has called me "sir". I grab the pint and my order number and find a table where I can watch the front counter.
There is some seventies disco music playing. Maybe the Bee Gees? I sip my beer and watch my friend. He appears to be the only employee working tonight.
Every once in a while he looks up and gives me that big beautiful smile of his. I can't keep myself from smiling back. My mind drifts to Neil and our mutual J.O. session from last night. I rub my cock under the table.
After about ten minutes, he comes over with my two slices. "Enjoy." Then he grabs my order number and holds it in front of him. He is grinning.
I don't know how to flirt, but looking at this young man smiling at me with the number 69 in his hand, I suddenly realized he is flirting. If Neil and I hadn't jacked each other off last night, I doubt I would have noticed.
I don't really know what to do, but I'm feeling very alone and I suddenly hold out my hand. "My name's Guy."
He moves "69" to his left hand and we shake. "I'm Oscar."
We are both smiling. I don't know how to proceed. Then he says, "You go to college here, Guy?"
"Yep. I'm a Geology major. What about you, Oscar?"
"Not yet, I'm a local, but I'll be a freshman here next fall, I got a scholarship."
"Wow, great. Me too. What's you major?"
"Accounting. My Uncle wants me to eventually take over this restaurant."
The family sitting near the window gets up. "See you later, Oscar."
"Thanks, see ya."
They leave and Oscar locks the door behind them. He turns off the open sign and the overhead lights. The lights behind the counter are still on.
"Shit Oscar, are you closing?"
"It's alright Guy. My uncle said I could close early if it's slow. You stay as long as you like."
"Thanks."
Oscar goes behind the counter, pours himself a pint and returns to my table. "May I join you, Guy?"
"Sure Oscar, but I doubt you're old enough to drink."
Oscar smiles. "If you're old enough to drink Guy, then I'm old enough to drink."
I'm embarrassed. I say in a sing-song voice, "Busss-teeaad." We both laugh.
Oscar sits. I finish one slice of pizza. "This is really good Oscar, did you make it."
"Yeah, thanks Guy, I've been working here for my Aunt and Uncle for almost five years, since I was 13." Then Oscar grabs my last slice of pizza and takes a big bite out of it. He puts it back on my plate, making eye contact the whole time.
I feel like I should be mad at him for doing that, but I think it's really sexy. I pick up the slice and take a bite right at his bite mark, making eye contact with him the whole time.
Before I can set the slice back down, Oscar grabs it from my hand and takes another bite. While still chewing, he says, "I'll get us some more." He hands the slice back to me and our fingers touch for a moment before he goes into the kitchen.
I'm about to tell him it's not necessary, but he's already gone and I figure I should just let him do it.
I finish eating the slice while Oscar is in the kitchen.
A minute later he comes back with half a peperoni pizza on a round aluminum tray. He sets it on the table in front of me and picks up his beer. "Cheers."
I clink his glass. "Cheers." We drink.
Oscar sets his glass down and starts eating. I set my glass down and start eating too. The pizza is just barely warm, but it still tastes good. I haven't eaten all day and I realize I'm grateful there's more.
While we are eating, we talk about the rain and the possibility of snow. We also talk about college and my home town on the East Coast. It doesn't take us very long to finish off the pizza.
We take a drink of our beers.
Then Oscar says, "I really like your mustache, Guy."
"You do? I didn't even think it was noticeable."
"I don't know Guy, that's probably why I like it. My beard is so fucking dark. I hate it."
Oscar's face has, what looks like, several days growth of beard. I am reminded again of Neil. "Well Oscar, I think your beard looks really sexy."
Did I just say Oscar is sexy? Shit, I should never be allowed adult beverages.
Oscar gives me a great big fucking smile. "Thanks Guy, you're sexy too." Then he holds up his glass. "Here's to two hot sexy guys. Guy."
We clink glasses.
I say, "Bottoms up."
Oscar looks at me over the rim of his pint. He is grinning and drinking at the same time.
I realize what I just said. My face gets hot. I'm sure I'm blushing right now.
We put our empty glasses down. Oscar looks me in the eyes. I return his gaze. He comes over to my side of the table and sits down on the bench next to me. He puts his arm around me.
We kiss.
I hear a "Wooo" from outside the restaurant. I look up. There's a group of "Frat Boys" at the front door looking inside. They give us the thumbs up and walk away.
"Oscar says. "Follow me."
We go through a side door with a sign that says "restrooms" and into a hallway. I can see the restaurant through a bank of plate glass windows. Oscar opens another door and I follow him up a narrow stairway.
On the second floor, Oscar pulls out some keys from his pocket and unlocks a door. It opens onto a small apartment. There are a few pieces of furniture inside and I can see a bed through an open doorway, but it is just a bare mattress, no sheets or blankets. The heat doesn't seem to be on either and it's a little cold.
I say, "Is this your apartment?"
"No, it's a rental that's unoccupied right now."
Oscar turns around to face me and then gives me a big fucking kiss.
This is my second kiss ever, my first kiss was just moments ago from downstairs.
I don't know what's wrong with me. Oscar is hot and he is nice, but as we are kissing, all I can think about is how this should be Neil giving me my first kiss.
Oscar says, "What's wrong Guy? Do you have a boyfriend or something?"
Just moments ago, my dick was rock hard. Now it is almost completely flaccid. "Not exactly, Oscar."
We sit down on the couch and I tell Oscar about Neil and our photo session and subsequent J.O. session.
Oscar says, "Guy, I think you're in love with Neil, but that was really fucking hot." He rubs his crotch, then gets down on his knees in front of me. He pushes my legs apart and pulls open the buttons of my jeans. "I bet I can make you forget about him."
I absently lift my butt to allow Oscar to pull my jeans and briefs down around my ankles. I watch as Oscar starts jacking my cock. Then he puts my growing dick into his mouth.
I say, "Fuck".
Oscar looks up and smiles, then goes back to sucking my cock. After a few minutes, he stands.
I watch as he slowly opens his fly. Oscar is not wearing any underwear. He pushes his jeans down to his shoes, freeing his cock and balls.
His cock is hard and really hairy and a lot bigger than mine or Neil's. I mean, a LOT bigger. His nut sack is taut with big folds of skin. It is holding his balls up tight against his body.
I can't believe it. This is my second live boner I have seen in my entire life and it's been just two days. I fucking love being an adult and in college.
Oscar steps out of his shoes then uses his feet to push his pants all the way off, removing his socks in the process. Before I can grab his cock, he gets back on his knees and starts sucking me again.
It feels amazing.
Oscar strokes his cock with one hand and holds my cock with his other hand while he is sucking me. I moan. He starts moving his hand up and down my shaft at the same time as his head moves up and down my shaft.
"Shit!" My breathing gets heavier. I start groaning.
I close my eyes. I put my hands on Oscar's head. I compel Oscar to move his head faster. I pretend it is Neil giving me my first blow job.
A moment later I arch my back. "Fuck Neil, I'm about to cum." I open my eyes, then I start shooting my load.
I keep my hands on Oscar's head while he swallows my load. As soon as I finish cumming into his mouth, I let go and he stands up. He continues to stroke himself. He leans over and kisses me. I can taste my own cum.
I pull back a bit. I want to watch Oscar shoot his load. Our foreheads are touching and we are both looking down at his hand stroking his dick.
Oscar strokes faster. He starts moaning.
I reach up and squeeze his tight nuts.
A moment later he convulses and groans. Then he starts spraying his hot sticky load onto my cock and balls.
When he is done cumming, Oscar sits down on the couch next to me. I stare at his cock.
He says, "Whoa, that was intense. I thought you were going to rip my head off, Guy."
"Shit, sorry Oscar, I guess I got carried away."
"Not a problem. I really loved your enthusiasm."
Oscar's cum is all over my cock and balls. He pulls off his "Esposito's Pizza" tee shirt and uses it to clean me up.
When he is done, I say "Merry Christmas, Oscar."
He says, "Merry Christmas, Guy."
I go back to the dorm. My hair is wet from the rain. I am tired and cold. I sit in the common area and watch TV for a while, then I go up to my room. I take off my clothes and crawl naked into Neil's bed.
I wake up and check my phone. It's 1:30am. I have to pee. I put my jeans on without my briefs and go out into the hall. I'm barefoot and shirtless.
As I'm walking to the men's room, I hear the heavy thump of bass coming from behind one of the doors. I guess I'm not the only one still here.
I walk into the men's room. Someone is taking a shower. Steam is pouring out of the opening to the communal shower area. As I walk by, I look inside.
On the far end there's a guy soaking in a stream of hot water. His eyes are closed and his fat cock is hard and sticking straight out.
I stop in my tracks.
He opens his eyes and grabs his cock and starts stroking it. Then he sees me. "Sorry dude, I thought I was the only one here, you know how it is."
I don't say anything. He keeps stroking. Then he nods his head for me to move on. "Do you mind?"
"Sorry." I go over to the urinals and pee. I'm thinking, "What is it with me and hard cocks lately?" As I'm leaving the men's room, I can't keep myself from looking into the shower room again. The guy's got his cock soaped up and he is slowly sliding his fist over it. His other hand is cupping his balls. His eyes are closed and he is leaning forward.
I know I should leave, but I don't. Then he starts cumming. I watch.
Before he is done, he opens his eyes and sees me.
I quickly get out of there and go back to bed.
The next couple of days are uneventful. Every night I sleep in Neil's bed and every morning I shoot a load of cum into Neil's pillow. I don't often think about Oscar, but when I do, it somehow involves Neil. I also occasionally think about the guy in the shower.
On the third day, around noon, I get a call from Neil. "How you doing, Rocky?"
It is raining hard outside. I can hear it striking the window.
"Neil! It's great to hear from you. I'm hanging in there. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, but two kids here have the flu."
"Sorry to hear that. How's Lauren? Did you get to see her?"
"No, her family goes to Lake Tahoe every Christmas, but she got my photos and she's already sent me some very, very nice photos back."
"Awesome news, Neil."
"Yeah, did you know there was one of your pictures in there?"
Neil sounds a bit accusatory, I'm probably just feeling guilty. I pretend I'm surprised. "Shit, sorry about that."
"I didn't catch it either and Lauren ended up seeing it."
Now I'm actually surprised. "Damn Neil. I'm really sorry. What did Lauren say?"
"Well, naturally she wanted to know how I ended up with a picture of my roommate, bare ass naked and showing off a great big boner."
I'm thinking to myself, "It's not really that big." But of course, I'm missing the point here. I say, "What did you tell her?"
"I told her everything."
"Everything?"
"Yep, everything."
My voice gets serious. "How did that go?"
"Rocky, you don't know Lauren, but she is this amazing, open minded, caring, beautiful, feminist woman. She thought it was hot."
"No?"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes, Rocky. She thought her boyfriend, jacking his roommate, was fucking hot. That's why I love that sick, twisted, crazy, bighearted woman so much."
"You're really, really lucky Neil."
Over the phone, I can hear kids' voices in the background. "Thanks Rocky. I know. I gotta go, these kids want to wrestle with their Uncle." Neil makes a roaring sound and I hear kids squealing. "Take care, Rocky."
"You too, Neil. Bye."
I end the call. I put on my hoody and make a dash for the cafeteria. I'm mostly wet by the time I get there. The cafeteria is nearly empty. I fill a tray with food and find a table.
I look around. I keep expecting to see the guy who was jacking-off in the shower. He's not here.
After lunch, I go back to the dorm and watch TV in the common area. From where I am sitting, I can see outside. In between downpours the sun peeks out through the clouds.
On the TV, another one of my favorite Christmas movies is playing, "Polar Express". Nobody comes or goes during the whole time I'm watching the movie. When it's over, I go up to my room. I don't even bother to turn the TV off.
Inside my room I smell my armpit. I stink. I strip down, grab my soap and shampoo, wrap a towel around my waist and head for the men's room.
I go into the shower area and hang my towel on a hook then find a shower and turn it on. I get the water as hot as I can take it. I stand in the stream, close my eyes and just enjoy a nice long, hot, soak.
A few minutes later I hear another shower turn on. I open my eyes. Directly across from me, with his hand in the stream of water, is the guy from the other night.
He gets into the shower facing away from me and gets his hair wet. I realize I have seen him before and not just from the other night. He plays intramural rugby and I had actually seen him in the locker room showers with his teammates a few weeks ago.
He was covered in mud, as was most of the team.
While he is getting his hair wet, I look at his butt. He is husky and solidly built. His butt is big and round and looks incredibly soft. I fall in love with it immediately. I know. I KNOW. It's not appropriate to fall in love with a butt. He's a person, not a butt, but my cock is a cock. It's not a person. And my cock wants a butt, especially a big, soft, beautiful, round butt.
He turns around. He soaks in the hot water. He sees that my eyes are open and he smiles and says, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes."
Neither one of us says anything else, we just continue to soak. He closes his eyes and I take the opportunity to really check out his body.
He has delicate looking pale white skin with lots of freckles on his face and upper chest and arms. His skin is luminous and unbelievably gorges. It almost seems supernatural. His cock is thick and stubby. His balls are a nice size and hanging low. He has red pubic hair that matches the hair on his head.
He opens his eyes. I think he caught me looking at his cock.
I immediately close my eyes. I spent too much time looking at him, because my cock feels like it wants to get hard.
I continuing to soak. I visualize all of the Tectonic Plates and try to name them. That seems to have done the trick. I believe I am safe from getting hard, at least for the time being.
I open my eyes again. This time I think I caught him looking at my cock. I look down at it, just to make sure I'm not hard. It's sticking out a little bit more than usual, but I think it is within acceptable public guidelines.
He seems like he wants to say something. After a few minutes he says, "Would it be weird if I jacked off right now? You could join in if you wanted."
A few days ago I would have been utterly shocked, but the way things have been going with me now, I'm not surprised. I act cool. I'm beginning to think all guys enjoy their cocks as much as I enjoy mine. In answer, I smile and start stroking my dick.
He smiles back. He squeezes bath soap onto his dick and lathers it up. He gets hard quickly. His cock gets even thicker. It looks like it's maybe just a little bit longer than mine. I look directly at it.
We are facing each other. He looks directly at my cock.
Then another guy walks into the shower area. He is fully clothed. "Hey Conan, what's going on?"
I stop stroking my cock and turn away. I try to hide my boner from this new guy.
"Hey Terry. We're just taking care of business, want to join?"
"Fuck yeah."
I turn around and watch Terry. He gets naked quickly. Conan turns on the shower next to him.
Terry is really hot. He is very handsome and his body is tight and hard and muscular, without any fat. He has hairy legs and a thick bushy patch of pitch black pubic hair. His skin is shiny and dark brown, almost black. It makes me think of polished granite.
Terry steps into the stream of water next to Conan. The contrast between their skin tones strikes me as being very beautiful. His dick is already hard. Conan hands Terry the container of bath soap. They face each other and Terry squeezes a bunch of it onto his cock and starts stroking.
He turns and faces me. He nods. I nod back.
Terry's hard cock is slightly longer than Conan's, but it's not nearly as thick. It has a pretty good bend in it that points to the right about two thirds of the way up from the base.
I continue stroking my dick while watching these guys stroking theirs.
Conan says something to Terry, I can't hear what he says. Terry is looking at me the whole time.
The three of us keep stroking our dicks. As you might expect, I'm really enjoying it. I realize I'm in the middle of my very first circle jerk. Yes me, an inhibited, closeted, nerdy, virgin gay boy.
I stroke faster. I watch these two guys stroking their cocks. I look at their faces. They are both watching me.
It feels awesome to jack-off naked in the showers while being watched. A minute later I say "Shit!" I start cumming.
Terry says, "Fuck yeah. Shoot that load." He strokes his cock faster.
Then Conan says, "I'm going to cum," and he starts shooting his load.
Terry says, "Shoot that fucking load, Conan. Shoot that hot fucking load. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!"
I watch Conan spray his load onto the floor tiles. Terry watches him too.
Now that Conan and I have cum, we focus on Terry. He seems to be enjoying the attention. It almost seems like he is putting on a show for us. He keeps looking over at me and then back to Conan as he slides his fist up and down his soaped up cock. His other hand is rubbing his chest and squeezing his nipples.
He is very vocal. "Fuck yeah. Oh fuck. Shit. It feels so fucking good."
Terry stops rubbing his chest and brings that hand down in front of him and holds it under his balls. His hand starts pushing up against his taint. It appears Terry is fingering himself.
I have been casually fondling my cock the whole time I've been watching Terry. Now, seeing this hot man with his finger in his ass has made me fully hard again. I start stroking.
Terry sees me stroking my hard cock and smiles. "Fuck yeah. Shoot another load dude."
I find my bath soap and squeeze a large amount onto my dick.
Terry says, "Yeah, soap up that cock."
I notice Conan is hard again and stroking his dick. Terry notices too. "Yeah Conan, stroke that fat fucking cock of yours."
Conan soaps up his middle finger, bends forward slightly and sticks his butt out. He reaches behind himself and obviously puts his finger in his ass.
Terry says, "Fuck yeah Conan, finger your hole." Then Terry looks over at me. He continues to stroke his soaped up shaft while fingering himself. "Come on dude, you too. Put your finger in your hole."
Shit. What have I gotten myself into? I'm not sure I want to put my finger in my ass in front of these guys. I like to think of myself as a top. Tops don't put anything into their asses, right?
Conan says, "Come on man. It's okay. We don't judge anybody here."
Terry says, "Yeah dude. It's college. You got to let go and expand your horizons." Then Terry takes his finger out of his ass, turns around and bends over.
I look at his beautiful butt as he puts his finger into his asshole once again. He makes a show of sliding his finger in and out of his hole, just for my benefit. He continues to stroke his cock. I can see his balls hanging between his muscular thighs.
Terry is looking back at me. He watches me watching him fingering himself.
It is fucking hot.
Conan says, "Fuck yeah, Terry." Conan seems to like it too.
I'm really excited now and I'm getting close. I want to show Terry and Conan my appreciation for their candor and trust in me. Fuck it. I squeeze a large amount of soap on my hand and rub it between my ass cheeks. My butt crack gets lathered up with lots of slippery suds.
Terry stands and faces me. He goes back to fingering himself from the front and sliding his fist over his cock. He is smiling and watching me closely. So is Conan, who is still fingering himself from behind.
I turn around. I bend over. I look back at Terry. I use both hands and pull apart my butt cheeks. I show Terry and Conan my soaped up asshole. Then I let go with one hand and slide my middle finger into my hole. I push it all the way up to my second knuckle.
Terry says, "Fuck yeah, dude,"
I let go with the other hand and start stroking my cock. I slowly pull my finger out of my ass then slowly ease it back in, this time going beyond the second knuckle. It feels amazing, maybe I'm part "bottom" too?
Then Terry says, "Fuck, I'm going to cum."
I stay in that position, with my head turned, watching Terry shoot his load. It shoots across the shower room towards my ass.
Then Conan says, "Fuck!"
I turn my ass to Conan.
Terry says, "Fuck yeah Conan, shoot your fucking load."
Then Conan shoots his second load of cum.
I stand up and turn around facing Conan and Terry. I start stroking my cock faster. I have stopped fingering myself.
Terry is saying something to Conan. They look at me.
Terry says, "Thanks, dude for doing that for us. It was awesome. Let us help you now. Okay?"
Before I can answer, they walk over. Terry gets on one side of me. I let go of my cock and he grabs it and starts stroking. He puts his other arm around my waist. Conan stands in front of me and turns around. He bends over. He spreads apart his cheeks. I look at his sweet little puckered hole nestled between his big soft butt checks.
Terry continues to stroke me. He puts his lips against my ear. I feel his hot breath on the side of my face. He whispers, "Put your finger inside my friend's hole."
Conan is looking back at me. He nods his head.
Terry keeps stroking my hard cock. Conan's hole is aimed right at me and is still soaped up. I take my index finger and slowly push it inside Conan.
Oh my fucking god! This is so fucking hot and nasty. I take my other hand and start squeezing one of Conan's beautiful butt cheeks. I might be crossing a line by doing this, but I can't help myself. His butt is even softer than I had imagined. I'm getting close.
Terry strokes me faster and has tightened his grip. I start sliding my finger in and out of Conan's hole.
Terry says, "Fuck that tight hole, dude. Fuck that tight little asshole with your fucking finger." Then he moves his other hand from off my waist and slides his fingers across my soaped up hole while continuing to squeeze my cock with his other hand.
I am surprised and shocked, but his fingers sliding over my hole feel so fucking good, that I say "Fuck!" Then I start cumming.
Terry squeezes my cock and aims it at Conan's ass. I take my finger out of Conan's hole and my hand off of his cheek. Terry makes me shoot my load all over Conan's beautiful, soft, round, creamy white, butt cheeks.
Conan stands up and faces me. Terry keeps squeezing my cock. Now that I have cum twice in a short period of time, my cock does not want to be bothered with for a while. I try to move out of Terry's grasp. He holds onto my cock a little longer then what I'd prefer and I convulse twice before he finally lets go.
Conan says, "How'd you like that, man?"
I smile. I am unable to talk right now.
Terry says, "Dude, you really expanded your horizons."
I look at Terry. We make eye contact. His eyes are the same beautiful dark brown color as Neil's. He smiles. He turns to Conan, "Let me get you cleaned up, bro."
Conan turns around and Terry takes my bath soap and lathers it up on Conan's butt. Then he carefully washes my cum off of Conan. I watch. This act is casual but seems very personal and familiar. I get the sense that Terry and Conan have been friends for a long time.
We turn off the showers and I start drying myself. Terry shares Conan's towel. They get dressed and we go out into the hall. I just have my towel wrapped around me.
Conan opens the door to their room. Before they go inside, Terry says, "Dude, meet us in the cafeteria in fifteen minutes."
"Okay." I hold out my hand. "My name's Guy."
Terry shakes my hand, "I'm Terry and this is Conan." I shake Conan's hand. "See you in fifteen."
They go inside their room and I go back to my room. I take off the towel and lie face up and naked on Neil's bed. I feel drained and tired and completely relaxed. I consider taking a nap and not meeting my new friends, but I'm hungry and I'm really curious about who they are and what their story is.
I get up. I can't find any clean clothes. I'm going to have to do laundry soon. Then I get an idea. I go through Neil's closet and find a clean pair of his plaid boxers and put them on. I also put on one of his vee-neck tees. They're both too big for me, but at least I don't smell like armpit or ass. Then I put on a pair of his socks.
My jeans are somewhat clean, so I put them on over Neil's boxers. I have never worn boxers before. I'm not used to having my cock loose and unsupported in my jeans. It's a little distracting. If I hadn't just cum twice, I'd probably be getting hard right now. I put on my sneakers, then my hoody.
I head for the cafeteria. The temperature has dropped and the rain has increased. By the time I get there, I'm freezing my balls off. Terry and Conan are already there. I grab some food and sit across from them at their table. They both have carry-on suitcases resting on wheels next to them.
I say, "Hey guys, what's with the suitcases?"
Terry says "We're on a red-eye to Cleveland tonight."
Conan says, "We have to head for the airport right after we eat."
"Did you guys know each other before college?"
Conan says, "Yeah, we've been neighbors and best friends since we were like, ten."
Terry puts his arm around Conan. "Yeah, we've been jacking together and fucking each others' girlfriends for years."
Conan shrugs Terry's arm off of him, "We've even had a few three-ways."
Conan and Terry talk in succession, with barely a pause between them. Their narrative flows seamlessly. I keep looking from one to the other, like I was at an intense tennis match.
"More than a few three-ways."
"Remember what's here name?"
"Denise. No Louise."
"Yeah, Louise." They're both looking at each other with big smiles on their faces, then turn to me.
"She had tits out to here."
"They were fucking incredible."
I say, "Sounds hot." But I'm not talking about Louise's tits.
Conan says, "You don't know the first of it, Guy."
Terry says, "Yeah, Louise was a freak."
"I think she liked cock even more than you, Terry."
"Anything's possible, Conan." Then they high five.
Now I'm confused. Did Terry just admit he likes cock? I can't tell if their joking or serious.
Terry says, "Louise insisted we D.P. her."
I have no idea what D.P. means, but I don't want to seem like I'm naive and unsophisticated, so I say, "Yeah, that's really freaky."
Conan says, "Look at him, Terry. He doesn't even know what D.P. means."
"He's so cute and innocent."
"An innocent freak."
"That's my favorite kind. Show him the video, Conan."
"I've already got it out."
Conan sets his phone down in front of me. There is a video playing. At first, I can't figure out what I'm looking at. Then Terry turns the volume all the way up and I hear a woman's voice making high pitched moaning sounds. A few tables over, a small group of people look our way.
I suddenly realize what I'm seeing. It is a close up of two cocks fucking one vagina.
Conan says, "D.P. Double penetration."
The cocks are face to face, both moving in and out of the vagina at the same time, but at different speeds. The cock on the top is fat and white with red pubic hair and is moving in and out at a relatively fast pace. The cock on the bottom is black and has a crook in it and is just barely moving.
As it is dawning on me that this is Conan and Terry fucking this vagina, the camera pans around. Conan is holding the camera. He aims it at his face and gives a big smile. He moves the camera to show himself standing at the edge of a bed and fucking Louise. The camera keeps panning around. Louise is on top of Terry, her knees are on the mattress and her ass is sticking out. She smiles and waves back at the camera. Terry is lying on his back underneath Louise on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor and his hard dick moving slowly in and out of Louise's vagina. He gives a thumbs up.
Their dicks are rubbing against each other as they are sliding in and out of the vagina and their balls keep knocking together.
Then without warning, Conan takes back the phone and turns off the video. I was hoping to see more. I'd really like to see these boys finish at the same time.
Conan says, "See what we mean, Guy? Louise was a fucking freak."
Terry says, "Just like you, Guy."
After what I just saw, I find it difficult to accept Conan and Terry's assessment of what I am. I say, "You guys, I'm really not a freak."
"Face it Guy, what you did in the shower and what you let us do to you, you're definitely a fucking freak."
I say, "I'm not really a freak. I'm just gay."
Shit. I said it. I wasn't planning on coming out to these guys, but I didn't feel like misleading them. Conan and Terry are the second people I have told I'm gay, the first person being my best friend Jennifer and even though I didn't come out to them on purpose, I'm glad they now know.
Conan says, "No shit, Cumberbatch."
Terry says, "Breaking News everybody. Guy is gay."
The people at the other table get up and leave.
I say, "You guys knew?"
"Sure."
"Of course."
Terry looks at Conan, "We better get going."
"Can't miss this flight."
Terry looks at me, "Let's make sure we get together again when we get back."
I say, "Okay."
I watch as they walk out of the cafeteria with their suitcases rolling behind them. I sit at the table for a moment, picking at my food. I am trying to process what just happened.
I finally go back to the dorm. The rain has stopped. The clouds have moved on. The sky is clear. I can see a million stars overhead. Ice is just starting to form on the sidewalk.
At the dorm, nobody is around. I'm convinced I'm the only one in the building. I go up and down the halls on each floor. I don't hear anything and I don't see anyone.
I go to my room. I put my ear buds on and listen to music. I notice the bottle of Jack Daniels. I sit on Neil's bed and start drinking.
The next morning I wake up in Neil's bed. I have a hangover and I'm in no mood to jack-off. I put on the same clothes from last night and head for the cafeteria. It is cold and windy, but there is not a cloud in the sky. The sun is out and I have to squint. Someone has de-iced the sidewalk, but there are still patches of it and I have to be careful where I step.
When I get to the cafeteria, I can smell fresh coffee. Except for two food workers, I'm the only one here. I pour myself a large cup of coffee and grab a bowl of hot oatmeal.
After I eat the oatmeal and get some caffeine inside me, I feel much better.
I leave the cafeteria and go outside. The wind has picked up and it is extremely cold. I find a sunny spot on the south side of a building out of the wind. The sun feels really nice here. I hang out for a while before heading to the dorm.
Back in my room, I open the blinds. The sun pours in. It is awesome. I'm in a great mood and figure this would be a good time to do the laundry. I strip the sheets off of both mine and Neil's beds. I go into Neil's closet and locate all of his dirty clothes and gather up my own dirty clothes, which ends up being every piece of clothing I own, except for my robe, which I may have worn maybe once or twice since I've been here.
I tie everything in a bundle with a sheet and head down to the laundry room in the basement. I manage to get it all into just four washing machines. I strip off my clothes and add them to one of the loads. I'm totally naked. I put on the robe, but I don't bother to tie it up. The laundry room is hot and nobody is here anyway.
I sit down on an old couch and play Fruit Ninja on my phone.
Time seems to pass quickly. The washers are on their final spin cycle. One washer is off balance and I have to readjust the load inside the tub. I close the lid and it starts spinning again. I wait a moment to make sure it's going to work.
As the washer starts spinning faster, I experimentally push my dick against it. The vibration feels good and I start to get hard. I shrug off the robe, then pull my dick back and lift it up and push the underside of my cock onto the washer again.
The washer is spinning at full speed now and the vibration has increased. It feels amazing and I get completely hard.
I pull up the photos of Neil on my phone. I look at Neil's hot fucking body and beautiful face as the washing machine vibrates my cock. I haven't shot a load since yesterday afternoon, when I was with Conan and Terry, and I'm already close to cumming.
I find a photo of Neil with his butt to the camera and his torso turned sideways. I can see both Neil's cock and ass in this photo. I concentrate on it.
My cock is vibrating against the machine and I am looking at Neil's sublime ass. The washing machine feels incredible against my cock.
If someone were to walk in on me now, they would see my bare butt and naked body humped up against the washer, but at this point I don't care. I have to cum, no mater the consequences.
Then I start shooting my load against the side of the washer, spurt after hot spurt. By the time I am done shooting, the washer has stopped spinning. Then one by one, the other three washers stop.
I watch my cum dribble down the side. I don't have anything to clean it up with. I just leave it there and then transfer the wet clothes to the dryers.
When the clothes are dry. I get dressed and take it all up to my room. I put the clothes away and make the beds. While I'm making Neil's bed, I realize I have washed his funk off of his sheets. I can be such an idiot sometimes. Oh well, nothing I can do about it now.
The rest of the week is uneventful. It feels like I'm the last person on the planet. It rains off and on the entire week. One morning I wake up to a thin layer of snow on the grass. Unfortunately, the rain dissolves it by 10:00 am.
I am super bored. There is nothing to do except eat and jack-off, which I do three times a day in both cases.
I carry Neil's K-Y Jelly around with me wherever I go. I really like the way it feels on my cock and I never know when I might need it, because I have taken to jacking-off in public spaces, like a pervert or a freak.
I jacked-off in the library. I jacked-off in the hallway on my floor. I jacked-off into a sink in front of the mirror in the mens' room in the science building. I jacked-off in one of my old lecture halls from last term, completely naked, sitting in the front row and trying to hit the podium with my cum shot.
One time I got naked and jacked-off high up in the bleachers at the stadium, under the roof while a rainstorm was happening. The sound of the rain striking the roof was so loud, I could barely hear myself moaning as I shot my load onto the "cheap seats".
I have even shot a load on the couch in my dorm's common area while watching "Miracle On 34th Street". It's a little risky, but I don't care. I am lonely and bored and horny and also a fucking freak, at least according to Conan and Terry.
I still usually fuck Neil's pillow in the morning when I wake up, but for the rest of the day it's "dealer's choice".
I actually do other things too. I workout every other day and I go for jogs a couple times a week.
On the morning of Christmas Eve, I get up early and head for the gym to workout. I purposely don't jack-off when I wake up, I have a vague plan to do it in the locker room. It is super fucking cold outside and there is a steady drizzle. I suspect if it were just one or two degrees colder, it would be snowing.
I have packed my workout clothes into a duffel bag and go to the locker room to change. I know it's an extra step, I could just wear my workout clothes directly to the weight room, but I have nothing but time to burn and maybe I'll get to see some naked guys if I'm lucky.
I change in the locker room and walk over to the weight room. Even though I didn't expect to see anybody, I'm still disappointed when it turns out I'm the only one around.
I start my routine and train hard. Soon I'm sweating pretty good. After about an hour I'm almost done. I just need to do some leg curls. I lie face down on the machine and start curling my legs using a good amount of weight.
The action forces me to push my cock against the black vinyl bench cover. It feels good and I start to get hard. By the time I finish the set, my cock is completely hard.
I sit up and turn around, straddling the bench. I pull my cock through the leg of my shorts. I start stroking it. Anybody could walk in right now and catch me.
I extend one arm out behind me and lean back, bracing myself against the bench. I raise my hips and start fucking my fist. I pretend Neil is in front of me bent over and also straddling the bench. He has pulled the leg of his shorts over exposing his hole.
I imagine I am fucking Neil through the leg of my shorts and the leg of his shorts.
I start cumming. I point my cock down and shoot a nice load onto the bench.
My white load of cum really stands out on the black bench cover. It looks so nice, that I am tempted to leave it there, but it's Christmas Eve morning and really, no one wants to unexpectedly see someone else's cum load today. Except maybe for me.
So I clean it up and head back to the locker room for a shower.
On the way back I look into the windows that look onto the pool one floor down. There is a man wearing red speedos and a swim cap doing laps. He swims expertly. He gets to the end nearest me and stops. He pulls himself out of the pool. He shakes off some excess water and puts his hand down the front of his speedos. He adjusts his cock. I swear I could see his cock-head momentarily poke out of the top of his speedos. Then he takes off his goggles and swim cap.
I recognize him. He is a senior and co-captain of the water polo team. His arms are big, his shoulders are broad, his chest is very well developed. He has a narrow waist and an amazing ass with powerful looking thighs. He has big feet that remind me of flippers. And even from one floor up, I can tell by the bulge in his speedos that he also has a huge fucking cock.
He heads towards the locker room. I head towards it too.
I strip down at my locker. I look around. I don't see anybody. I go to the showers. Nobody is here. I get into the water stream and just soak. A few minutes later he comes in. He is still wearing his red speedos. He walks past me and turns on a shower across from me and two spots over. He gets into the shower and after a little bit, I watch him pull his speedos off of his cock. He lets them fall down to his ankles, then he uses his big fucking feet to strip them all the way off.
He picks them up from the floor with his toes and puts them into his hand. I stare at his incredible ass as he rinses the speedos out and wrings them, then hangs them on the faucet handle.
I had just shot a load a few minutes ago, otherwise I would be having an extremely difficult time right now trying to keep from getting a boner. Even so, I still have to concentrate very hard in order to not get hard.
He is built like a goddamn god. His cock is a bit mashed up from being compressed inside his speedos. I discretely watch as he takes one hand and flops it up and down over his cock, which then loosens up and expands.
I wouldn't call myself a size queen, but I am really impressed by his great big cock. It is thick and long and unbelievably fucking beautiful. He is completely hairless including pubes. I tend to really like pubic hair, but for some reason his hairless cock turns me on. I expect with this guy, if he had hair on his chest in the shape of a wide open vagina, I would still think he was hot. Okay, maybe not a vagina, but you know what I mean. Right?
Anyway, he is deeply tanned except for a patch of pure white skin where his speedos were just moments ago. It really makes his butt stand out. I would sell my soul to the devil right here, right now, right on Christmas Eve morn, just to fuck that ass.
He looks up and sees me looking at him and gives me a nod. I nod back. I look away, but my eyes keep getting drawn to him.
He keeps catching me looking. I suspect he is used to guys checking him out. I get the feeling that he likes to be looked at.
So I just openly stare.
I watch as he washes himself. He takes his time lathering up all over his body. He seems to be extra meticulous about getting his cock, balls and ass clean. Good for him. He's hygienic.
When he is done, he turns off the shower, grabs his speedos and walks past me. I give him a few minutes before I follow him into the locker room.
I go to my locker and start drying off. At first I don't see him anywhere, then I look down my aisle. He is at the far end, about 60 feet away. I didn't see him at first, because the locker room is dimly lit and he was partially hidden behind an open locker door.
He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get dressed. Every once in a while I'll catch a glimpse of skin as he steps out from behind the locker door, but he stays mostly hidden. It's hard to say what he is doing. In any case, I'm in no hurry to get dressed either. I goof around at my locker, pretending I'm looking for something. Eventually I sit down naked on the bench and look at my phone.
Finally, he starts getting dressed. He puts on a pair of light gray sweatpants without any underwear. Then he puts on a faded blue sweatshirt with our school's name printed on the front. And despite it being cold and wet outside, he puts on a pair of sandals over his big bare feet.
I stay seated. A few minutes later he slings a bag onto his shoulder and walks down the aisle towards me.
I am on the bench with my head down pretending to look at my phone. As he walks by, I get a glimpse of his crotch. There is a dark wet spot on his sweats right where the tip of his cock should be. I'm thinking that's a bit odd.
As he passes, he says in a deep voice, "Merry Christmas."
I look up and say, "Merry Christmas."
I get dressed quickly. I'm about to leave when I see something red hanging over the locker door where he was standing. As I approach it, I realize he left his speedos behind. I go around to the other side of the door to retrieve the speedos. When I get to the other side I gasp.
Oh my fucking god. There is a huge load of cum on the inside of the locker door, slowly dribbling down the side.
He was jacking-off right in front of me the whole time. I wished I would have paid more attention to what he was doing.
I am thinking, what is it with this college and perverts? It's like they give extra weight to freaks in the admitting process. If I had known this before hand, maybe I could have gotten myself a second scholarship.
Now, seeing this guy's cum on the locker door has gotten me rock fucking hard and even though I just came twenty minutes ago, I can't help myself. I quickly get undressed again. My shoes and clothes are in a pile on the floor and I am completely naked. I gather up as much of his cum as I can and start spreading it onto my cock. It is sticky. I spit into my palm.
I spread the spit over my cock, mixing it with his cum. My cock gets really slippery. I start slowly squeezing my fist up and down my shaft. I think about his beautiful body and the fact that just moments ago he was completely naked and jacking-off right here and his load is right there in front of me and also on my cock.
I grab his speedos off of the locker door and put them to my nose. I'm a little disappointed. They smell like chlorine and not cock. I turn them inside out and smell the spot where his asshole would be. I momentarily think about Conan and Terry calling me a freak. His speedos still smell like chlorine in this spot too.
Then I put them in my mouth.
I am sliding my fist over my slippery cock and I have my tongue pressed against the inside of his speedos trying to taste his ass, but all I can taste is pool water.
I am getting close.
Then the locker door with his cum on it opens all the way up and I hear a deep voice. "What do we have here?"
I look up. It's him. Shit.
I let go of my cock.
He looks me in the eyes. He looks mad.
I look away. Then I focus back on his eyes again. They are a beautiful ice blue.
He looks down at my hard cock, which is pointing up at him and covered in a frothy foam of my spit and his cum. Then he pulls the front of his sweats out and down, exposing his soft, but huge dick. He hooks the waistband under his giant hairless balls.
"Do you like my huge cock?" When I don't answer, he asks it again, this time nodding his head up and down. "Do you like my huge cock?"
I realize it was not a rhetorical question. Since his speedos are still in my mouth, I just nod my head up and down along with him.
He takes his speedos out of my mouth. I watch as he rubs them all over his cock and balls. Then with his free hand, he pulls the waistband of his sweats out, he spreads his legs apart, puts the speedos behind his balls and rubs them across his asshole.
A moment later, he puts them back in my mouth.
I'm disappointed they still taste like chlorine, but after I think about what he just did with them, I'm actually a bit relieved.
He drops his sweats down to his ankles and steps out of them, kicking them out of his way. Now his naked hairless cock is semi-erect. He says, in his deep sexy voice, "Finish, but don't get any cum on me."
I'm a little afraid of him and also turned on by him. It's a weird feeling. I start sliding my fist over my slippery cock.
He looks at my face while I'm looking at his cock and jacking myself. "Do you like my big fucking cock?"
Through his speedos, I say "Yes."
"You like my big fucking cock?"
"Yes." I suddenly understand that what turns him on is being a sex object. It doesn't matter by who. Man or woman. Young or old. Sexy or plain. What he desires is to be desired. I start to feed that need. "You are so fucking hot."
His speedos fall out of my mouth as I say this. He easily catches them with one hand.
I continue. "I love your hot body."
He answers, "That's right." He takes off his sweatshirt and drops it on the floor.
I look at his beautiful, hairless chest. I want to rub my hand over it, but I don't dare. I say, "You are a fucking god."
He grabs my free hand by the wrist and puts it on his chest. "You like that, don't you?"
His chest is awesome and super smooth. "Fuck yeah!"
"You like my big fucking cock, don't you?"
"I love your big fucking cock and balls."
"Yes you do." Now his cock is rock hard and he wraps his speedos around it and starts stroking. He still keeps looking at my face and I keep looking back and forth between his chest and his cock.
I say "You are so fucking hot. I want you so bad."
He keeps stroking his cock with his speedos. "Yes you do, but you will never have me."
"I want your hot fucking beautiful body so bad." I stroke my cock faster, then I bend my knees. "Shit. I'm going to cum!"
He takes his free hand and pinches my nipple. The pain is intense and incredible. I start shooting my load and even though I was instructed not to get any cum on him, I somehow know that shooting my cum on him is exactly what he wants me to do.
Then he says, "Fuck" and he starts cumming.
I milk the last drops of my cum as I watch him buck his hips and jizz into his speedos.
When he is done, he puts his sweatpants and sweatshirt on over my cum stuck to his abs and legs, slings his bag over his shoulder and puts his cum soaked speedos back into my mouth. "Here, you need these more than I do." He smiles at me for the very first time. Then he turns around and I watch as he walks out of the locker room. The taste of chlorine and his cum in my mouth.
I take his speedos out of my mouth and carefully put them into my bag. I get dressed and leave the locker room.
Outside it looks like there is some snow mixed in with the rain. I start running. I run fast and hard. When I get to my dorm, I bypass it and run all the way to the library. It's super cold outside and I can see my breath pouring out of my mouth and nose.
At the library I turn around and run directly back to the dorm. By the time I get there, I am soaking wet and vapor is rising up from my clothes.
Back at the dorm, I check my mail before I go up to my room. There is a small package from my parents waiting for me. In my room, I strip off my clothes, dry myself and put on my robe. Then I give my parents a call. They make me promise not to open the package until tomorrow morning. They also make me promise I will Skype them as soon as I wake up.
I think my being away from home for Christmas for the first time is also really hard on my parents.
I put on some dry clothes and go to the cafeteria for lunch. Then I go back to the dorm and watch TV until it's time for dinner.
After dinner I go up to my room and get naked. I listen to music and drink some Jack Daniels. Before I go to bed, I set my alarm for 5:30am. I have a feeling my parents would be disappointed if I didn't wake them up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning.
I wake up to my alarm. I get out of bed and put on my robe. I sit on top of my covers with my laptop and my parents package. It takes a moment before their faces appear on the screen. They look sleepy but are obviously happy to see me.
We chat for a short time, then I make a big show of opening their present. It is a beautiful scarf my mom has knitted herself. I wrap it around my neck and my parents smile and applaud for me.
My dad says there should be an envelope in there too. I look inside the package and pull it out. I open the envelope and find a crisp brand new fifty dollar bill. I start crying, my parents can't really afford this.
We stay on Skype for another hour. Then say good-bye.
I get dressed and go to the cafeteria. It is raining really hard now and it is super fucking cold. There is clearly some snow mixed in with the rain.
I don't feel like eating but I need some coffee. I take the coffee back to the dorm and watch TV. I'm depressed. I'm lonely. I'm homesick.
A couple of hours later my phone buzzes. I look at the screen, it's a text from Neil, "Rocky, everyone here is sick. We're driving back early. I should be there late tomorrow night. Merry Christmas."
I text him, "Okay Neil. I hope you're alright."
He sends me a smile emoji.
I am beginning to think that kid Oscar, from the pizza parlor was right. I am in love with Neil, because I suddenly get super happy and super excited Neil is coming home.
by H.T. Bruhaus email: ht.bruhaus@yahoo.com April 2nd, 2019
It took me five weeks of just writing on weekends to write this story. I enjoy the work, but I tend to neglect everything else. I really need to do chores around the house. Please don't judge me, but my aluminum Christmas tree is still up. Maybe that's why this story takes place during Christmas time.
I have lots of other story ideas I need to write, but I have a real job and so it may be a while before my next story gets uploaded.
Anyway, if you liked Neil and Rocky Chapter 2, be sure to check out my other stories on Nifty and email me with your praises. Just kidding, email me with your civil remarks. I thrive on encouragement.
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H.T. Bruhaus