You should be a legal adult and accepting of explicit homosexual acts to read this. All characters are fictitious.
Unexpected Change
It was first week of September of a new term. It was my third year at university. I knew that I had a hard practice ahead of me but I felt that I needed an upper body workout. My legs and endurance would come from the coach's intensive practice later today. I was a starter on the University soccer team and I played midfield. I needed endurance but I also needed a little more weight and upper body strength against some of the big defenders when they used their size to try to intimidate me. So, to the gym.
As I ran into the weight area, I ran into a guy who was about my height 6'1". He was heavier than me and he almost knocked me aside. I just held my own with a little luck. I did need that extra heft. He gave me a quick smile and a sorry, bud. Nice guy. After a really good workout I was ready for some more breakfast and a coffee (one of my addictions). The guy that I had bumped into was coming out of the food line as I went to go into it.
"Hey, we have to stop meeting like this." I said with smile and a laugh.
"Yeah, at least you didn't try to run me over this time. Why don't you join me when you get your food? Might be safer for me."
"Yes, you are right. That should at least keep us from injuring each other."
So I joined him and we had a great breakfast. He was on the varsity hockey team. We both admitted that we didn't know too much about the others sport but would like to learn more from a player's perspective. As we got ready to leave I introduced myself, Mike Sterling and he was Jeff Stone. We talked long enough that I had to run to my next class; that might at least help with my speed (pace in soccer) and my endurance.
My class was the History of Western Europe. I really loved it and it wasn't even my major. I was in Economics. After a great lecture on the background of the Renaissance, I went to meet Lucy. Lucy and I had met a few months ago and had been seeing one another off and on for a month. I found her a bit insecure and a bit clinging but we had some chemistry between us, especially in bed. I have to admit that I just felt that we were not going to be going out forever with each other. I don't know, I just didn't see her as my soul mate. I just hoped that I wasn't leading her on. I had so much to do with classes, essays, workouts, practices and meetings and outings with the team that I didn't have a lot of time left over for a relationship. But we liked each other and had a good time together.
Over the next few weeks, I continued my workouts at the gym and kept on seeing Jeff once in a while. A couple of times we stopped for coffee and breakfast again. It was strange how a chance meeting can be so interesting. Jeff and I seemed to be able to chat and share ideas about our courses and our sports. Perhaps it was the shared experience of being on a varsity team that made us so compatible. I actually started to look forward to our breakfasts together when we happened to meet at the gym.
One morning in the last week of September, Jeff mentioned that he was going to be doing some new free weights and asked if I would like to spot him. He approached this hesitantly as it would mean that we would have to meet regularly and set aside a definite time. My program was beginning to build up my strength and the coach noticed a new confidence in me. Jeff and I talked and he suggested a new, better program for me that would involve free weights as well. We could do it together three times a week. One more obligation but it fit in with my plans well and I figured that it would really help my soccer.
Our new workout sessions went well that first week and we had breakfast together almost every time. My team was winning and was in second place. I had scored several goals because I was beginning to win more battles with the defence. Jeff's team wasn't doing quite as well but he was one of the stars of the team. We had both ended up at the pub on several nights in September and the first week of October when our teams were celebrating. We had gotten to know some of each others friends on the team. It had been a great start to my term.
Our morning talks had become easier and more personal. In the last week before Thanksgiving (for American readers, Canadian Thanksgiving is the second Monday of October), I had asked Jeff about girlfriends and such and he replied that he had a girl back home, going to another university. I jokingly asked how he dealt with the tension of no sex. He replied with the time honoured raising of his hand with a little up and down motion. We laughed and he said that I was lucky to have a girlfriend. I said yes and no. I explained my feelings about Lucy and also commented that with my schedule and hers, I wasn't really getting much relief that way. I raised my left hand to indicate that I used the same solution as him. We both laughed and went off to class.
Later that week, we had had a great workout and were laughing and joking around at breakfast. We were getting ready for the Thanksgiving weekend. I made the comment that I really wouldn't be getting any relief this weekend as Lucy had left to go home and I was going to my parents for the Thanksgiving weekend. I was in a strange position as my parents had paid for my room at the university even though we lived in the same city; they wanted me to have the "full university experience".
Jeff commented that he was not going home so we would be in the same situation. I guess it was in the spirit of the day that I jokingly said, with a big grin, wink and slap on Jeff's back that we could help each other out. Jeff went silent and I suddenly thought that I had really made a mistake. Then, Jeff, with a devilish look but in mock sincerity, said that a hand was a hand. We both laughed and left the cafeteria. We made plans to join his team at the pub on Friday night.
We had a great time with lots of laughs, pool, darts and beer. As the group broke up for the night, Jeff looked at me and asked if I was tired or I did want to come back to his room to listen to some music and have a last beer. Why not? It had been a great evening of camaraderie; it wasn't late. Neither Jeff or I had had a lot of beer and I said that I would prefer a soft drink. He said that we were on.
Jeff's room was filled with hockey stuff and hockey pictures and I began to rag him on the wimpy sport that pretended to me so manly. I added that soccer really was the game for thought, endurance, skill and toughness. Suddenly, I was tackled from behind.
"I'll show you manly and toughness you soccer wimp." The wrestling was long and hard; he had the size and strength and I had the agility and a few moves from wrestling class in high school. We finally declared a truce.
In truth and with a lot of surprise, I was slightly turned on by the physicality, the touch, the closeness of a good friend and probably several days of abstinence. I looked at Jeff and he stared back at me. Nothing was said for a few seconds that seemed like a minute. Jeff cocked his head and simply asked if we wanted to help each other out. I was stunned and yet curious at the same time. My comment was that I was tighter than a drum and needed a release. We both looked at each other and started to laugh. He asked me why I was laughing. I looked confused and said that I didn't even know how to start with a guy. Jeff said that that was incredible because that was why he was laughing as well. I was also nervous.
"So we have no doubts about this?" I asked.
"None for me but I just don't want it to hurt our great friendship." Jeff replied.
"Jeff, it will just be a one off and a way to say that we are mates who have been helping each other in so many ways. On this long weekend, we found another way to help."
"Mike, how do we start?" Jeff asked again with a smile and a little embarrassment.
"Jeff, what would you do if I were a girl?"
"I would probably get close, would look at you and kiss you."
"I have an idea. Let's skip the kiss and just do this," I replied as we sat on the edge of his bed. I don't know where my next actions came from. As we were sitting on the side of the bed, I just simply put my hand on his thigh and moved my fingers lightly on his thigh and leg. Jeff responded with a little shudder and followed my move. We looked at each other, smiled and I just said "mates". I was not really prepared for what followed but that doesn't mean that I didn't like it or felt repulsed, on the contrary. I was surprised.
After a few minutes of stroking each others thighs and moving our hands up closer to our baskets, there were several sighs and oks. We were following each others moves and obviously turned on. I know I was filling out as was Jeff. With a grin, I said that my jeans were feeling very uncomfortable and that I thought that Jeff's looked the same.
His reply was, "Yeah, very uncomfortable".
I got up and faced him and then bent over and undid his top button and carefully pulled down his zipper. I then ran my fingers several times over his underwear with the large outline of his rigid penis under it. Jeff squirmed and moaned very softly. Slowly, he looked up at me smiling and reached up to repeat my actions except my jeans fell to the floor leaving me feeling exposed even though I had on my boxers.
Now boxers are great but in this situation, very disconcerting. Jeff's erection was neatly tucked away but mine was straining outwards and up, making a big tent. Jeff only made everything worse by stroking the hairs on my leg. I could feel and see a wet spot forming on my boxers. Jeff helped the situation by simply saying "nice" as he gazed with fascination at my boxers.
I stepped back and got Jeff to stand up. I pulled his jeans down and we both stepped out of our jeans. I looked Jeff straight in the eye and said mischievously that this was unfair that I was sticking out all over the place and that he was neatly tucked away. He replied that I should do something about it. I carefully pulled down his shorts and stood back and looked at him. He eventually said that fair was fair and he took mine off. I had had my fair share of sex with girls and so had Jeff but this was a very charged and sexually stimulating moment. I figured that it was the novelty and the moment but it is one that I knew that would remember for a long time even if it was only a one time experience.
Jeff and I were about the same size, around 7". I was a little thicker and he had a larger head; both of us were uncut but we knew that from the shower room. His erection was tilted up and closer to his stomach, mine stood almost straight out in front. Both of us were very hard and precum was forming. We were both highly excited. I moved closer and touched his cock for the first time. It was warm, hard yet soft to the touch. I moved my fingers from the base to the head and circled the head; I knew what excited me when a girl touched me. Jeff responded with a shudder and another moan. When he repeated this on me I knew what he was feeling and I moaned and squirmed.
We were close to each other, lightly fingering and handling each other, looking at each other with surprise and a slight smile of satisfaction. We both started to move our hands over each others cocks. I stopped for a minute and asked Jeff if he had any lubrication. Luckily he had some hand cream which we replenished several times over the next 10 minutes. We started to fist each other more quickly and strongly. At one point, we sat on his bed with our heads against the headboard. I told Jeff that I shot hard, long and a lot and that I should take off my shirt to keep it clean. So we both undressed fully. That time allowed us to settle down a bit. I know that I eased off as I had been very close to climax.
We both tried different strokes and using fingers just around the head. He slowly moved his hand from the base to the top and then slowly rotating his hand around the head. I was close. So was he. Suddenly, I could felt my orgasm coming like a train. The tingling started way down in my legs and balls and then up through my cock and finally there was the first pulse that sent semen up to my chest. The second spasm splashed my chin. The next ones were lower until the last ones were just spilling out. In another part of my brain I heard Jeff moan oh shit and then he too was shooting long and hard and moving and crying out with each spasm.
When we stopped, I smirked and said that that was some help. We looked at each other and laughed.
"You know, Mike, my brain tells me that I should feel as if we have done something wrong but it just feels right. Thanks for your friendship this term, it has meant a lot to me."
He got a towel and we cleaned up and got dressed.
"Jeff, I don't know what just happened but I think that this has deepened our friendship. I guess that I should be getting back to my place. I have a big shopping trip with the parents tomorrow and some jobs around the house. How about a workout on Tuesday morning?"
"Great idea." We gave each other a hip bump as I left and I went back to my room to think about the evening.
The weekend with my parents was great and I ate way too much Thanksgiving turkey. A couple of times I wondered how Jeff was doing by himself. I knew he had some friends from his team that he was going to some movies with and having dinner with on Sunday night at the Cafeteria. On Tuesday morning we met and had a great workout. We filled each other in on the events of the weekend. Nothing was said about the Friday evening and there was no awkwardness, just the same banter and fun.
On Thursday morning, we had a strong workout. I noticed, not for the first time, that exercise sometimes left me randy and excited. At breakfast that morning, Jeff commented on how great and alive the workout make him feel. I jokingly said that I wasn't sure and that sometimes it made me randy and frustrated as hell. Jeff said that was one of the things that he meant by saying it made him feel great and alive. We looked at each other with a question in our eyes. He looked me straight in the eye and asked if I needed help.
"Could use it." I said
With a flippant voice he said, "Your place or mine?"
"Mine!"
We repeated Friday night except we both decided without asking to undress. Before we even started, I was half hard when I undressed; he was even harder. This became a pattern once or twice a week with no questions or comments, just a hand job between friends.
I had a surprise from Lucy. She phoned and asked to meet at the coffee shop. She told me over coffee that she was finding that my schedule and hers, my practices and my many outings with the boys left no real time for her; she wanted to just walk away with no hard feelings. She wanted to stay friends. I felt some regret but more relief that I was not leading her on. My misgivings had been answered.
In the first week of November, my team won the Varsity championship and I scored one of the goals. I asked Jeff to come to the celebration with me as he knew all the guys and got on well. We had a fantastic evening. We all danced with the girls and drank a bit. Some of the guys being good looking jocks ended up with partners for the night. It looked as if Jeff had met an interesting blond. I could have had my choice but I got a rid of a couple of girls telling them about my girlfriend; well it was almost true. I just didn't feel like it for some reason. Surprisingly, Jeff was equally "friendless" by nights end. I asked him what had happened to the blond he had obviously enjoyed dancing with. He smiled as he said that he told her about the girlfriend back home. I felt relieved and happy that we could just enjoy each others company.
We walked back to his place regaling each with the night's adventures. We bumped each other; called each other liars when the stories got exaggerated, laughed and cavorted. I figured that this was going to be one of our helping nights. While the door was open, he turned on a light by his bed so that the lighting was soft and inviting. The mood changed as the door shut. The setting, the walk home, too much beer? Who knows. We walked towards each other and started to undress.
When we were undressed, for the first time, I ran my hands over Jeff's chest and did something that a girl could drive me crazy with. I circled one of Jeff's nipples and then lightly moved the nipple back and forth with my finger. I kept doing it. Oh, Jeff was a nipple man too. Like some men and myself, he shuddered and let out little noises with his mouth. I ran my fingers through his light chest hair: more gasps. Then he started on me. My eyes closed and mouth opened as electric shocks struck. My nipples are connected directly to my cock. I was in heaven or lust or both.
With soft touches our hands moved over chests, back to the nipples and then we started to caress and pull the hairs in our armpits. We were certainly finding our erotic spots. After a few minutes of this, I was looking into Jeff's mesmerizing eyes and I just knew what I wanted to try.
"Jeff, I want to taste you. Is that OK?" I had never dreamed of doing anything like this before; I had never been in this position before. I was curious and horny. He looked perplexed but nodded OK. I let my tongue touch each nipple and sucked slowly softly and then harder on each one. Then I dragged my tongue down his chest, stomach and stopped at his bush. I looked at his cock and then looked up at him. He said nothing but looked as if he was lost in a dream. I touched the tip of my tongue to his slit with its wetness and tasted for the first time, Jeff. I then slowly took the head of his cock into my mouth and slowly ran my tongue around its circumference. I was more turned on than I had been in a long time. Jeff had put his hands on my head and was slowly moving his fingers through my hair and pushed his shaft back and forth in my mouth.
Jeff slowly pushed me off and simply said that it was his turn. Slowly he repeated my actions and when his mouth took in the head of my cock I thought that I was going to cum on the spot. He licked the slit gently and slowly used his tongue to lick around the head and then just under it. I cried out as every nerve in my body was on fire. He closed his mouth around the head and slowly sucked and moved his mouth down my shaft. As he was doing that, his hands softly touched my balls and the hairs on my legs. Every touch of a hair or skin was magnified a 100 times. When his tongue moved around my cock as he sucked it and gently squeezed my balls, I cried out.
When I took him in my mouth and slowly went down as far as I could and then back until just the head was in my mouth, licking with my tongue, he yelled, "Mike you are killing me".
Finally sitting side by side, we brought each other to the edge with our hands and quickly brought each other over the edge. Thank God we were naked. The spasms that came through our bodies, made our cum splatter everywhere - chest, stomach, hands and legs. We both looked dazed and disoriented. We just looked at each other in amazement.
Finally Jeff said "Mike, its late. Why don't you stay the night?"
"OK."
Strangely, there was no more action then or in the morning. Jeff must have awakened early because I finally heard him from far off.
"Mike, you lazy piece of good for nothing soccer wimp, I am hungry and need to wash up and get to class. For some reason I have this dried film all over me and you do too." That was it. No recriminations, no second guessing just the old Jeff. We laughed and joked all through breakfast and made plans to go to movie that night after his practice.
What had happened? Something had changed between us. I had enjoyed sex with many girls. Sex with Jeff had become something else. The more I thought about it the more confused I became. I took the easy way out and decided to just let it go and go with the flow. I liked my life as it was.
For the next couple of week, we worked out, ate a lot meals together. I studied and practised; he practised with his team which was doing much better. We went to the pub with our buddies and helped each other out with our hands quite a few times. In the last week of November Jeff's team had a final party to celebrate before exams and the Christmas break. Again we had a great party and ended up without female companions at the end of the night. I suggested a night cap in my room and Jeff agreed.
We'd had a good night and it was almost a repeat of our earlier team party. When we stepped into my room. We undressed and this time lay on the bed and touched each other all over and took our cocks into our mouths in a 69. After about 10 minutes I felt Jeff take his mouth off me and sit up and turn around. Jeff looked me straight in the eye and put his lips on mine. We had never kissed in all our entire months together. Again, I am very oral and a kiss with gentle tongue is a huge turn on. We explored each others mouths and then turned back to our cocks.
It was no longer a gentle session but one where we were sucking hard and fast with hands on balls and buns. We came to the edge several times, slowed and continued. Finally, I warned Jeff that I was close but he did not stop. I desperately came off of him and told him that I was going to cum. His answer was to suck harder and faster. Suddenly, almost without warning I was shooting into his mouth. Somehow I kept my mouth on him and suddenly something hit the back of my throat. I could taste salt, a little sweetness; it was strange but awesome. Both of us came so much that it was leaking out of the sides of our mouths. We sat up looked at each other and licked up the cum and kissed long and hard. We lay back on the bed and held each other. Surprisingly, Jeff just fell asleep.
I couldn't sleep. What had happened? I started to think back to the last few months. Jeff and I had been together continually at the gym and much of the time at meals. Our lives revolved around studies, our teams and each other. I had come to rely on Jeff as my companion and friend. We went to team parties and the pub together. I went back to my conversation with Lucy; I had no time for her and I had felt almost no regret about losing her. I had developed a life with Jeff. Wow, it came together, the lights flashed on. We had to talk tomorrow. I must have drifted off because I woke up close to Jeff and hard as a rock.
"Wake up you worthless hockey scum." I gently said out loud to Jeff.
"Uh?" came the brilliant reply.
"We need to talk."
Jeff looked up with panic written across his face. Shakily he stammered, "What about?"
"This (I pointed to my erection) and that (I pointed to his), you and me."
"No, please Mike, I shouldn't have done it. Please, can we still be friends?"
"You shouldn't have done it? What about me? Did I do nothing? I have done a lot of thinking (more panic on his face). Hockey scum, I think that we have become more than friends. You feel that I am more than a friend and I now know that you are more than a friend. I like this and that (pointing to you know where) and you. My life has come to revolve around you. I like my life. There, I have said it. Let's figure out what we are going to do about this."
The look of relief on that big hockey jock was so transparent and so real that I did what came to my mind from my heart. I reached over and kissed him on the lips and hugged him tight. His response left no doubt that I had done the right thing. I cannot explain any of this. I had led a heterosexual life. I had lots of buddies and had no sexual interest at all in any of them. But when I think back, I had enjoyed their company more than any girlfriend that I had had. I had felt truly that Jeff and I were friends, helping a friend looking for sexual relief. Jeff had crept up on me. Now, like a puzzle, it fit together.
We decided to get up and go to breakfast after our shower. We talked about what we would do now; how we would act. We agreed that we would not date anyone else and that we would be circumspect around others. This would be our world. We went back to my room and I must admit we had some of the most incredible and intense sex that I have ever had. I was in a relationship with a man and that was mind boggling.
Jeff was going back home for Christmas as was I. I persuaded him to come back a few days early to be around for New Years and to stay at my parent's house as one of my new university friends. I finally asked about the girlfriend and he said that a few weeks back she had informed him that she had met a guy at her university and that they had agreed to breakup. Jeff had never mentioned it as he felt exactly as I did about Lucy.
We didn't have a lot of spare time as exams were on us and we had very different schedules although we did meet up privately quite a few times. His exams were over first and on the day of my final exam we decided to go to the pub with some friends. He was leaving the next day. As usual, we had a great time. Again, as we had begun, we left separately and met back at Jeff's room. We were being discrete.
When I arrived he was naked in bed. Our lovemaking and that is what it was now, had become more varied as we learned how to please each other. Tonight was to be very different as it turned out. I undressed quickly and went to join him.
"Oh, Mike you have missed me. You are already excited."
"No, you big jock shit I saw a beautiful woman on the way over making out with the most handsome guy you could ever imagine. I almost asked if I could join them."
"Come here and I'll make you forget everything that you saw."
"Yeah, don't promise what you can't deliver. You are filled with BS."
With that he jumped out of bed and started kissing me. You know me and tongue; I was panting and dripping by the time we finished. I decided to retaliate by sucking and biting his nipples. He moaned and I smiled. We dragged each other over to the bed and started kissing again but our hands roamed over our bodies. I suddenly felt his hands and finger over my ass, another very erotic spot for me. His fingers were gently stroking and then moving farther down until they pulled my checks apart and I could feel them getting closer to my rosebud. When one finger started to circle it I moaned and squirmed. Jeff had a look of concentration and triumph on his face.
I followed my usual rule of do onto others as they do unto you. Jeff looked transported when I touched the entrance to his anal canal. I decided to go a step further. I raised my finger to my mouth and wet it and then with Jeff looking at me, I put my finger at the entrance and forced my finger inside of him. As he moaned I moved it around and started to lick his shaft and suck the head. Jeff was completely gone in the moment. When he did it to me I felt the electricity as I had never felt it before. We turned each other on more and more over the next few minutes.
Finally, Jeff looked at me and simply said "there are supplies in the first drawer. I want you inside me. Move."
We had not discussed this but I had thought about it and Jeff had me so turned on, my brain told me to follow orders. I found the condoms and lube. As he pinched the air out of the end of the condom and then rolled it on me, I felt the most exquisite sense of stimulation. It was erotic. I could actually see my cock grow even larger. Jeff jokingly but loving told me to lube him up and get him ready; he told me how. I told him that I would but only if he did the same to me later. He nodded and said that it would be a pleasure. His smile was devilish.
I spread lube at his opening. He had told me how to open him up so I put in one, then two and finally three fingers and used lots of lube. I handed him the lube and told him to put lots on me as he would need it. He only laughed and told me to get to it. As I lowered myself between his legs into the missionary position, I leaned over and started to kiss him. He grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance. As we kissed, I slowly pushed. I had done a fair job of opening him. I slipped in past the first ring. He winced a bit and had me stop to get used to the invasion.
The heat, the slickness and the feeling of being encircled and pressed was wonderful. His contractions around my cock sent waves of pleasure through me. After a couple of minutes as I pressed further in and touched his love spot, I heard Jeff cry out with pleasure. When I was finally all the way in, my cock pulsed and each stroke or movement from Jeff was nothing short of pure pleasure. Again every touch, every movement caused every nerve to fire. Jeff threw his arms around me and his legs up over my back and yelled, "Fuck me Mike, slow, steady, all the way in and all the way out."
How could I refuse. I knew that this was not going to last long. He was so tight and hot that it was almost a painful pleasure but I never stopped. I fucked him fast and then slow. At one point I was all the way out except for my head. My cock seemed to pulse and fire jolts of pleasure as I bent and kissed him. I told Jeff to hold up my chest with his strong arms and I reached with one hand down to start to jack his cock. He whined with pleasure. We didn't last long. As I looked at Jeff I could see his eyes and face scrunch up in a grimace of pain and pleasure.
He shouted, "Oh Mike I'm cumming." I felt his ass tighten and then saw a shot of cum hit his chin below me. I increased my speed and pressure. With the tightening of each of his spasms, he was caressing my shaft, I am sure that I felt the first shot hit the end of the condom and then each successive shot was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I had held my breath and when I finished I found that I was out of breath.
Jeff lay below me with a look of exhaustion and satiation. There was a smile on his face and he demanded that I kiss him. I lowered myself and his semen coated me. I licked the cum off of his chin and we kissed. Jeff just looked at me and finally said that he would never hear the phrase that someone was well fucked without remembering this evening.
When I finally slipped out, Jeff bent down and took the condom off me and commented that I must have been saving up for a week. He then did something that I never imagined. He said that I needed to be cleaned up and took my cock in his mouth and cleaned me. Like most guys, I was very tender after cumming but this was like something I had never experienced. It was erotic and painful at the same time. When he finished, he then kissed me and I could taste myself in his mouth. Wow, this was my jock hunk; I had never imagined such an erotic finish to lovemaking. We lay with each other; no words were necessary and none used. Except for the quick question from the wise-ass.
"Did I make you forget the beautiful woman that you saw on the way over making out with the most handsome guy you could ever imagine who you were going to join?"
"You self satisfied stud, yes. You are a wonderful lover, hockey scum."
We slept and in the morning I asked him to keep his promise. He said that first he had to teach me a few things. He taught me how to clean myself and even helped. My big jock had been on the internet to learn how to do it. A man of surprises; last night was not just a thing of the moment. He had planned it from the supplies to the ways of preparing. I looked at him with damp eyes, damp with love and astonishment at my gentle, thoughtful guy. I'll just say that he kept his promise that morning and I learned the meaning of well fucked. Every nerve in my body had fired again and again.
Breakfast was difficult as I still had the taste of him from cleaning him after taking off his very filled condom. I wouldn't even brush my teeth. We had promised to be discrete and not draw attention to ourselves. Beside the fact that we were both walking gingerly, it was hard to keep our hands off of each other.
We stopped on the way to taking Jeff to the airport to have ourselves tested at the university medical clinic. Both of us decided that we wanted all options open. They would contact us by email. It was difficult saying goodbye at the airport and being discrete; so we gave each other the manly jock hug and back pat and then a long shake of the hands. It was going to be a long week and half. What an end to term. It was clear that my life would never be the same.
I had to do a mad amount of shopping and getting ready for Christmas but I managed to get some workouts in at the University. It was amazing how everything was different without Jeff. It had lost a bit of its zip. Christmas was great with my brother, his wife and kids and my sister with her boyfriend over for Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Christmas dinner. I had a great time with the kids and even took them skating. There were the usual questions about my courses, my soccer, social life and dating. Lucy came in handy and I was able to deflect. The Boxing Day sales were insane as usual. This it is what it must be like in the Sates on Black Friday. Finally the 28th came and I was back at the airport. Mom and I had driven out and were waiting at the bottom of the escalator as Jeff appeared at the top. If stares could melt ice then there would have been little ice around the airport. I think that Jeff's smile was as big as mine. Then came the manly hug and salutations. There was a slight reaction when during the hug and back pat I said, "Wait til I get you alone."
"Mom this is Jeff, the hockey bum. Jeff, this is the greatest mom."
"Hi Mom." Jeff smiled.
Mom laughed and said that she liked that. "Don't ever think of calling me Mrs. Sterling."
Back at the house we put Jeff's luggage in his assigned room and I took him to see my room. As I shut the door, I just pulled the 200 pound jock into my arms and kissed him as if there was no time left on earth. When his hands went down to my crotch, I batted them away saying,"Don't you dare get me excited; we have to go down stairs to meet Dad." As usual, Jeff laughed. We agreed to meet in his room later that night when everyone was in bed. Dad loved hockey and he and Jeff were instant jocks discussing teams, players and statistics.
Later that night we had our first lovemaking without condoms and I had to admit that the second time in Jeff with my cum as lubrication was fantastic. I promised him the same experience the next night. I left and slept in my bed; it was lonely even knowing that he was down the hall.
We skated with Mom and Dad. Jeff and Dad watched some hockey games and had esoteric discussions about this and that. Mom and Dad had plans for New Years and Jeff and I had made plans for a get together with some friends over a potluck supper and some drinks.
New Years Day was one that I shall never forget. Dad and Jeff were watching some sports and Mom and I were in the kitchen. Mom sat at the table and gave me some tea and biscuits. She looked at me and then seemingly screwed up her courage and said, "You and Jeff are pretty close aren't you?"
I looked at her and shrugged and gave my standard reply, "Yes, we do a lot together, workout, know mostly the same people so we party together. Why do you ask?"
"Well, you know that you and I have always been close and honest. I know you well Michael. I couldn't help noticing how you look at each other when you think no one is looking and you do little endearing things for each other. And then I was about to come into the kitchen yesterday and I saw you put your arms around Jeff and give him a quick kiss. Last night I went to the bathroom and your door was open a bit. You were not in bed; you weren't downstairs and weren't in the bathroom. As I passed by Jeff's door, I heard movement in his room (she used finger quotation marks – mom, the detective and diplomat). I have never seen you look so happy and alive. Michael, just so that you know, I love you no matter what. Nothing and I mean nothing, could ever change that. Jeff calls me mom and I like that."
What do you do when a person is so perceptive, loving and kind? You don't lie. You don't dig yourself in deeper.
"Mom, I always thought that you had eyes in the back of your head; now I know that you are just a good detective. You have it right; Jeff and I more than friends. I cannot explain it. It has never happened to me before. I have had lots of girlfriends. I have had lots of movement in bed with girls. I used the finger quotation marks. Not one girl has made me feel the way Jeff makes me feel and made me feel the way the I feel about him. We just love being together. I guess that sums it up. Thanks mom, that took guts to ask."
"Michael, I am proud of your answer and that took guts to answer the way you did. I am just surprised. I never saw this coming."
"Neither did I Mom. It took months to develop and suddenly one day the puzzle pieces came together for both of us. About 4 weeks ago we committed to each other to be together and be monogamous. You are the only person who knows."
"Michael, you know that you have made a difficult choice"
"You have no idea how much I have thought about that and its ramifications. Jeff and I have discussed it. We have just decided to take one step at a time. I guess that I have just taken a big one here in the kitchen. What about Dad?"
"I think that you and Jeff should discuss that and I shall go with your decision. But until you make your decision, watch yourself. Your dad is a pretty intuitive person."
That night we did discuss it a lot. We decided that we would have to move out of our private world into the wider one and this would be a start. You obviously cannot hide every action and movement. Life would just become too difficult. The next day, I asked Mom to prepare Dad if she could think of a way without actually telling him and that after supper that night, Jeff and I would tell him. She commented that mom's always got the tough jobs. Supper was great but my stomach was in a turmoil. I refused wine and so did Jeff.
When we went into the living room, I thought that I would explode. Dad looked at me and asked how Jeff and I had met. I told him about the workouts and the collision on the first day. Dad commented on how luck sometimes played such a role in our lives. I figured that was my opening.
"Dad, you just don't know how right you are."
"What do you mean?"
"Dad, you are so right. Jeff and I have developed a really close friendship over the last few months. In fact, it sort of crept up on us. I know you look a bit perplexed. Jeff and I are more than friends."
"I am not sure exactly what you mean but it does seem to be heading in a very surprising direction."
"You can say that a 1000 times over. It even surprises us sometime. Neither one of us expected what happened. We started out as workout buddies, then breakfast companions, then confidants and then turned out to be soul mates. That led to closer ties."
"Mike, your mother and I have noticed how really happy and alive you have been since Thanksgiving. We were talking about it last night (so Mom did figure out a way – thanks Mom). Are you two together?"
"Yes Dad, we made the decision 4 weeks ago. You and Mom are the only ones who know. I think Mom guessed that something was up during the last few days."
"Times are changing. I never thought that I would have this talk with any of my boys. You know that you have made a tough choice. Yes, I can see from your eyes and faces that you do."
As he stood up he came over to us and we stood up. The bear hug had me in tears of joy. He let me go and looked at Jeff in the eyes and then me.
"Treat each other with love and respect. Be equals. Surprise other once in a while. Learn to accept and forgive"
And then he gave Jeff the same warm hug.
"I guess it is welcome to the family, Jeff. I finally have someone who can really talk hockey with. I'm Dad to you."
We decided not to throw things in their faces so we kept our separate bedrooms. That night however, I was on fire as Jeff put his lubed fingers in my ass. Before he entered me I sucked him and tongued his slit and ran the tip of my tongue around and around his corona. I carefully used my hand and fingers to spread the lube on him. When his cock entered my sphincter, I squeezed him by opening and closing the canal and his moans told me that I was torturing him. We were doing it doggie style so he could squeeze my nipples and stroke my cock and its sensitive head. That caused more contractions. I finally felt Jeff make one final push in as far as he could and just hold it. I felt him increase in size and I felt the pulses as he filled me up. When he finally slipped out I could feel his cum running out down my legs. Smartly we had put a towel underneath us which also caught my gigantic explosion a minute after Jeff's. 30 minutes later Jeff was over me in the missionary position, kissing me as he entered me again. He had said that lube was expensive and he couldn't waste such a good lube job. I promised him that he could experience the same cost savings tomorrow night. We fell asleep together. At some point in the night, Jeff left to go back to his room and I woke up still wet, missing his warmth and was very hard again. I got to experience the great lube job the next night – exquisite as usual.
January and second term started. It was back to workouts, classes, practices for Jeff and me. More and more we stayed together in one of our rooms for longer periods of time. We talked about alternate arrangements but inertia for change took over. One afternoon I was sitting in the coffee shop indulging my addiction when Tony from the team came over and sat with me. We talked about Christmas, the team and classes. Suddenly he asked how Jeff was over Christmas. I said that he had gone home for Christmas. Tony said that he could have sworn that he saw us at the local shopping centre. I replied that he had come back early to spend time at my house with my family.
"You and Jeff are pretty close?"
"Yeah," I said. "We spot each other on our workouts and we know a lot of the same people." My usual reply.
"Mike, I am going to go out on limb. Promise me you won't get angry at me. He waited and I nodded. I have some observations and a question for you. I noticed that you and Jeff are together a lot, often leave a party together with no girls. Late in the term, I noticed that you were leaving separately. One night, he left and then you left a few minutes later as I was leaving just behind you. I saw you join him on the street. Your greeting was pretty friendly. Are you and Jeff as close and tight as Steve and I? There I am out on the limb."
I remembered that greeting and the evening of mind blowing sex. I started to harden up. Shit, busted. But Tony had outed himself. Jeff and I had talked about meeting others like us and developing a social life. Do I take the chance? He had outed himself and I had always admired him and the way he acted as one of the leaders on the team. I trusted that he would respect my privacy.
"I don't like answering a question with a question but how tight are you and Steve?"
"Can't get much tighter. I guess I'm asking if we play on the same team."
"I trust and admire you Tony. I'll take the chance. Yep, we play on the same team and possibly the same positions." I added with a laugh.
"That last statement, smart alec, is need to know only. Shake hands team mate. Maybe the four of us should get together this weekend. Steve is going to be surprised."
I went immediately looking for Jeff in all the usual spots but he wasn't around. Well, I would just have to wait until supper. I was excited. I had someone else to watch my back and we could start our new life with others. When Jeff finally walked into the cafeteria I was beside myself with excitement.
"Tried to find you this afternoon (he was tucked away in a corner of the Library). I am pumped. You know how we talked about getting to meet some people we could be open with. It happened. Tony outed himself to me this afternoon." I told Jeff the story.
"Tony on your team and Steve. I would never have believed it. Are you sure?"
"Yeah, we are going to get together this weekend."
We met Steve on the way out of the gym on Wednesday and he gave us the thumbs up sign and yelled that he would see us Saturday. Jeff looked pleased and relieved. We went to a pizzeria and a movie and had a great time with the guys. We all promised to meet again soon. We had made our first contact.
Life went on its rhythms. Jeff and I were closer and closer both mentally and physically. Boy, our sex life was great. Neither of us could get enough. But just being with him was even greater.
There were two incidents that winter that really stick out in my mind. A group from my team went downtown to a bar on a Saturday night. We drank a bit and had a great time. When we came out of the bar, we all spotted Robin, one of our best strikers (forward for the hockey fans) with his arm around another guy's shoulder in a very intimate way. I heard a holy shit from Wade, one our big defensive backs. He yelled out that oh my God, Robin was a queer. Robin looked around, dropped his arm and had a deer caught in the headlights look.
I looked at Tony and he looked at me. Simultaneously, he said and I thought, "So what. You don't know and it's none of your business."
"I don't want any queers looking at me in the dressing room and taking showers with me." spluttered Wade.
"Has he ever looked at you in the year and a half he has been on the team.? Has he hit on you? He is one of our best players. Anyway you are not his type".
I jokingly asked. "Tony's right, who cares? He is still the same guy that you have played with for a year."
"What's the matter with you Mike? Are you queer too?"
Before I could say anything, Tony barged in using a slightly effeminate voice, "But I am your type Wade. I have always fancied you for that oh, too cute butt."
I jumped in and said "Yeah, me too. But I like your big strong muscles. Oh Oh Oh!!"
By this time the entire group was laughing. Even Wade was a bit red faced and had a small smile on his face. The issue seemed to be over. I sauntered over to Robin and said that we expected to see him at practice tomorrow. He looked doubtful. I asked him to please meet me in the coffee shop at 3:00 tomorrow. I told him that there would be big trouble from Tony and me if he didn't show. Robin gave a faint smile and moved off.
Robin came. I asked him how he felt and he said he was nervous. I told him that Tony and I had his back. He asked why. I simply said that he was one of our best strikers and we were a team. Team members stuck together. I added that he was still the same guy that had been playing with us for a year and half. At that point, Jeff turned up and sat down as we had planned. I introduced Jeff to Robin. Robin stared and asked if he was looking at Jeff Stone the star hockey player. Jeff did a grande belle, Scarlet O'Hara routine and said that he was at your service sah (bad accent). We all laughed. I then looked directly at Robin and said that Jeff was my best friend and my partner. Robin looked very surprised and pleased as he put it together. I added that this was private information for him alone. I looked at him and said, "Let's go!"
As we entered the locker room it went quiet. I looked around and started to sniff and then start to smell under my arms and said, "Honest guys I showered and put on deodorant this morning."
"Yeah but you look like a piece of crap Sterling." yelled Tony.
"Charmer!" I replied looking directly at Tony. We had talked earlier to figure out what to do to deflect everything away from Robin. "Come on girls, we have a tough practice ahead of us. Let's get going." Talk resumed and we were off. Sometimes humour just cuts through crap.
The second thing happened a few days later. After all the adrenalin had gone from the Robin incident, I was back to my busy schedule. It was a Thursday that Jeff and I had to get up early and get out of the room. I gave him a peck on the cheek and said, "See you at supper". I had a class and then did a short workout by myself just before my quick lunch. I was near the rink and looked to see if Jeff's team had started its big workout. I saw Jeff's number 12. I watched him skate and stick handle. For the first time I saw artistry on ice. My big 200 lb hunk was as graceful as a ballet dancer as he shifted, lunged and skated magic around his team mates.
I went to the Library and did get some work done. However, later in the afternoon, images of Jeff skating gracefully down the ice kept intruding into my mind. Then they morphed into him nude as he shaved or showered or as he lay over me making love. I suddenly realized that I was really aroused and had to pinch myself to slow down and get him out of my mind so I could get up and leave the Library unembarrassed. I managed. It took a few minutes.
When I arrived back at our room, Jeff was there reading some textbook. He said hi and I looked at him. Later he told me that my eyes looked as if they were smouldering. I walked past him and got out the lube. Then I went over closed his textbook and made him stand up. Then I kissed him. Not a gentle kiss. I invaded his mouth. My tongue probed and played with his. I had him just touch the tip of my tongue which gives me exquisite sensations. Then I started to nip at his upper lip and then his lower lip and then invaded again. While I was doing this I had his tee shirt out of his pants and my hands roamed his body. I pinched his nipples and stroked and pulled the hair on his chest, traced his treasure trail to the top of his pants and I wasn't gentle. I pulled off his tee shirt and raised one arm. By the time I was finished I had his armpits totally wet. The musky smell only fuelled the fire.
Then his zipper was down and his pants with his underwear were on the floor. I was on my knees with my mouth devouring first one ball then the next. Finally, I sucked and licked the head of his cock as if it was the most delicious lollipop in the world. For the first time I deepthroated him. If he thought that I was finished he was wrong. I turned him around and started to lick and nip his buns. My hands were massaging his thighs. I vaguely heard his moans of pleasure. I reached behind me and got the lube. As I nipped and licked his buns I lubricated him with two fingers, making sure that they moved inside him and stimulated him. I messaged his prostate. I was on fire; he was on fire. He could not stop moving. I stood up and without a word I started to pour lube on the hardest thickest erection that I had ever had. Jeff looked at me over his shoulder and I told him that he had messed with my mind all afternoon.
"You are such a hunk and I don't know how I was so lucky. But now, you pay for messing with my mind."
"So far I have no complaints."
"Put your knees and hands on the bed"
I kissed him as he still looked over his shoulder at me and placed my cock at his entrance and pushed in past his sphincter as I invaded his mouth at the same time. I did give him time to adjust but then I was wild. I almost knocked him over as I threw my body and cock as far into him as possible. I moved my hips around and withdrew and plunged again and again. I worked him slowly and then fast. I did short strokes over his prostrate. My hands were on his balls and cock. Jeff called out in pleasure or squeaked with delight. Suddenly, I was too close and I withdrew. Jeff yelled, "What?"
"Up" I said. When he was facing me I poured lube on him and in a second was on my hands and knees. Jeff needed no instructions. He was in me in a second and he showed me no mercy either. When I felt that we were both close. I spoke.
"Jeff," I yelled at him, "You are not to cum in me. I want to cum in you first."
He withdrew and I entered him again. There was no stopping now. I pumped and pumped and when my orgasm started, I planted myself as deeply as I could. After the second blast I started to pump again so that I had that wonderful feeling of friction, pleasure, pain, firing nerves and release. I pulled out hoping that he had not cum. When I saw that he had not. I pulled him up and took his place.
"Jeff, please fill me up." He did. It felt like litres. When he came out I turned over, reached for his hand and pulled him down beside me. I pulled him close and kissed him gently with as much passion as I could. The stimulation from his final thrusts into me had kept me hard. He looked down at me, turned over and simply invited me into him for round two.
This time it was gentle and loving with a lot of kissing and fondling. I came again and I realized that he was still hard. I lay on my back and asked my wonderful lover to come and finish in me. The second climax is often more powerful than the first and when he came Jeff howled as loudly as I had. I put my hands back on his buns and kept him in me.
"Mike, I not complaining but what brought that on and how did I mess with your head when I wasn't even with you?"
"What brought this on? You!! I dropped by the rink and saw you practice for a few minutes today. I saw my hunky, athletic man almost like a ballet dancer on ice: 200 lean pounds, graceful, athletic and powerful. Late this afternoon in the Library I had pictures of you in my head of you on your skates, skating with power and grace, naked shaving and making love to me. I couldn't stand up until I calmed down. I was that hard. Lover, you are so much to me."
"Mike, you are something else. I have almost had an out of body experience this evening. I cannot tell you how much you mean to me. I love you."
We spooned filled with joy and comfort in the strength of each other.
On a really wonderful note, about the year and bit later, a day before our graduation, Jeff and I were in a small diner when Wade and a really beautiful girl walked in. I looked at Jeff and he nodded yes as he remembered the story. I said loudly, "Wade come and join us. You've met Jeff Stone?" Wade said that he had heard that Jeff had had a great season and scored the winning goal in the season final. Jeff did his humble routine and we were off with laughs and fun. A few days later Wade and I met in the coffee shop and Wade said what a great evening he and Vicky had had. He suggested that we should triple date. Our discretion had worked with one person. Jeff and I were days from leaving the university and going to graduate studies in Toronto so I looked at Wade with a smile.
"Got to admit something to you Wade. Its a good thing that you are sitting down. I am sure that Jeff would be glad to go but it would only be a double date." Wade looked perplexed. I resumed, "You know, you and Vicky and Jeff and I."
He paused, thinking, cocked his head and replied brilliantly, "Your kidding?"
"Not on your life. It's almost 2 years now. Still want to double date?"
He hesitated, "I guess you never judge a book by its cover or some stupid statement like that." More pause, "You and Tony taught me some things, Mike. Sure."
We did and had a great time. Sometimes things work out right.
Postscript
We went to grad school at the University of Toronto. We both made our respective soccer and hockey teams. We graduated. We moved back to my home town where we got jobs. I play league soccer and Jeff plays hockey. We own a house and have a great mixture of friends, married couples and singles. We count Wade and Vicky (the beauty) and Lucy and Philip amongst our best friends.
Lucy and I turned out to be better friends than lovers. I was invited to her wedding to Philip and Jeff went with me. We both danced with the bride. We see each other quite often. She just laughs at the irony. We don't know if Philip is aware. I guess it is a need to know situation.
Oh yes, five years after we started to work, we were married in front of family and friends and our vows were blessed at Mom and Dad's church which we had started to attend. After a not very graceful acceptance of us, Jeff's father had finally come round. He was even watching English Premiership football(soccer) games with me when they came to visit. He was the life of the party after the marriage ceremony. Wade, Vicky, Lucy and Philip were there for us. Tony came from out of town by himself; he and Steve had broken up a few years earlier. Robin couldn't make it as he lived in Los Angeles and couldn't get away from work. We had been married in fact since that fateful night in late November many years ago now. But we wanted no problems with emergency rooms, hospitals, inheritance etc. Even still, somehow making it official, made us feel even more connected.
Lucy's son and daughter come over now to play with our son, Josh. Mom still gives an enigmatic smile when she sees me with Josh. He was one of the reasons that we didn't go on a honeymoon; we were just too busy with him. Next year we are going to take him and my nieces and nephews to Disney Land. We have had some interesting meetings with teachers and administrators but my funny, loveable Jeff, just seems to win them all over. Josh seems to accept that he has a dad and a pop. There is still a wonderful rivalry to see whether he plays hockey or soccer. It will probably be both or something completely different. We'll have to get some legal papers for when we cross the border to the US to avoid possible problems in medical and legal situations. Why can't they recognize commitment?
I am sometimes asked if I am gay. I usually just shrug and smile. Sometimes when I introduce Jeff to new people I introduce him as a friend, sometimes as my partner or sometimes even as my husband. Jeff and I are big athletic men who love our chosen sports, who enjoy our academic accomplishments and who love our professional careers. I insist that people accept us for who we are, not by labels. Names, labels, in the end, what do they matter? We have such a short time here. As long as we make a difference, give meaning to a life or bring happiness in some small measure then we are blessed whatever the label. I have my masculine, graceful, powerful, gentle, loving, hockey player; he still packs a wallop on the ice and in bed. We both treasure our Josh. What more can I ask for?
Any comment can be sent to preecherdave@gmail.com Please be gentle and constructive as this is my first story.