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NOTE: A didn't write this, a friend of mine did. I'm posting it for him because he has very limited UseNet access. If you wan't to send him any comments, letters et al, send them to me and I'll pass it on...
WARNING: I have to do this, or else some idiot redneck at Beefjerky U is going to mail bomb my account about how I'm propigating the work of Satan and how I'm going to hell and why can't we just have a billion different alt.sex.stories.* groups and saturate the Net and eat up bandwith like so much penny candy so your not "forced" to read this sort of "icky-poo perversion". Well, Im sick of dealing with all you idotic whiners, so I'm only going to say this once. This story contains male/male situations. If you don't like or approve of that sort of thing, FLEE NOW FOR YOUR VERY LIFE! Hit 'n'! Close your eyes! Toss the freaking computer out of the window and run to the nearest priest to confess your sins! AAAAAAAAIEEEE! But don't give me this crap about how you can't stand reading this sort of stuff, like you don't have any control over your own newsreader.
Having said that, any further flames I recieve will be promptly and cheerfully ignored :).
Alone
by E.
James was alone, at last. Classes were over for the day, and now he could escape.
[Yeah, escape what? I'm still stuck with this...this thing...that I didn't want. I never wanted for it to be this way. Why doesn't God understand that?]
James looked around the room in desperation from his spot on the bed near the window. A bit of light was streaming in from the drawn blinds. James never opened the blinds. The mostly bare white concrete walls of the dorm room depressed him even more than he already was. He looked at the pictures of Tom and Matt on the wall, and lowered his eyes. Tears started to slowly fall down his cheeks. [They will never know.]
A knock sounded at the door, the expected invasion James had been waiting for. Micah was here. James took a moment to dry his face with a tissue. "Come in."
"James."
"Micah."
James handed his photocopied notes to Micah, avoiding his eyes, and looked down at the floor. "You didn't miss much. Professor Quirion ended class early. She gave us an extension on the lab and gave a reading assignment. It's written in the notes there."
"Thanks." Micah turned to go, and then stopped abruptly, turning around.
"Was there something else?"
"Your eyes."
"What?" James asked, startled.
"Your eyes. Your eyes have never met mine. You have never looked into my eyes."
"I what? I--"
"What's wrong, James?" Micah pushed his way into the room, closing the door behind him. He noticed the two pictures on the far wall near the bed and said, "Who are they?" Micah sat down on the bed. [Intruder...but...not an intruder
He's actually talking to me.]
"Huh? Micah...What is this? You come barging in here and--"
"It's okay, James. I know."
A look of fear came over James's face, and he shuddered. [How can anyone know?
I have never even told anyone! How can people figure that out by looking at me? That's impossible! I have never been able to do that!]
James let his eyes meet Micah's. "What do you know?"
"Come here, James. Sit down." James sat down next to Micah. Micah began unbuttoning James's shirt.
"What are you doing?" But James knew what Micah was doing, and didn't want Micah to stop.
"Shh."
Micah continued to remove James's shirt and started for the belt. [Can this be happening? Can this really be happening?] All the horrible feelings started going away. The self hatred. The feelings of insecurity.
James looked at the bulge rising in Micah's jeans. He wanted to just unzip Micah's zipper...to just hold him in his hands...just feel him throbbing. The thought of it made his penis stiffen. He thought he might come in his pants just thinking about it. He had wanted to do this with someone, and especially, since they had first met, Micah, as long as he could remember. He had wanted Micah since September.
James was now lying naked on his back. Almost as if reading James' mind, Micah placed James' fingertips on his zipper. James unzipped the fly, and pulled out the throbbing cock he had often imagined late at night, alone in his lonely dorm room. James sat up and brought his face near Micah's huge penis and inhaled deeply through his nose. He unbuttoned each of Micah's shirt buttons and the button above the zipper. Micah kicked off his sneakers and stepped out of his clothes. They were now both completely naked.
Micah touched his finger to the tip of James' dick and rubbed the hot pre-cum around the tip of the penis head. A look of satisfaction came over James' face. James closed his eyes. Then James felt Micah's hot, wet tongue make its way slowly up the shaft of his penis. Suddenly Micah's mouth completely surrounded James' cock, cheeks caving in, drawing out more pre-cum. Micah was good at this. Up and down, up and down.
[Oh my God, I'm getting a blow job. Oh my God.] The rythmic up and down motion felt so good. All self and socially imposed restrictions in James's mind gave way. Nothing was holding him back. He broke free from his chains of restriction--his chains of being a slave to the world. No longer was he trapped in his cold, mundane prison of his dorm room. He rocketed into all space and time all at once, feeling as if he were light years away from any known place...he was at last seperated from the earth...and in an exciting new world of possibility and of love. A world of joy and happiness. An infinite space bursting with freedom and companionship. And he could sense Micah's spirit with him. He had always been able to sense it, but now they were joined and...[Oh my God Oh my God OH MY GOD.]
James' whole body tensed up, each muscle contracting and finally...finally... release...He spurt his hot semen in Micah's mouth. Micah drew it out, sucking harder and faster.
James put his hand on Micah's back, signaling him to let up. Micah stopped and let James finish coming without tickling him, swallowing what he had collected of James' semen.
"Oooh" James moaned.
Micah began rubbing his cock into James' upper thigh. James took it in his hand and started pumping it. Adjusting his position, he took Micah into his mouth. The huge cock tasted so good. Sucking and using his tongue, he mimicked the up and down motion, tasting the pre-cum. Up and down. [I want you Micah, I need you, Micah. I want to suck you dry, Micah...to taste you...to feel you...to hold you...to be with you always and everywhere both here in this world and in the next life...I love you, Micah.]
Micah came quickly, and James swallowed the semen. They lie there together a while, holding each other, neither of them speaking.
After what seemed like hours, Micah got up and began to dress. James did the same.
"This never happened," Micah said when they were dressed.
"What? What do you mean? We just..."
"I am not a faggot." Micah turned and walked to the door, slamming it behind him. James lie back down on the bed, buried his face in the pillow, and sobbed. He was alone. Again.