Joe the Man, part 6 Welcome to the sixth installment of Joe, The Man. It is the sequel series to Dan, The Man. And if you haven't read Dan, The Man yet, I would recommend you do that first. At any rate, this series was called Starting Over Again in its original posting. But I have made some changes, editing out some parts, fixing grammatical mistakes, and adding some scenes as well. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to all who have responded in the past. I enjoy hearing what the reader has to say.
By the way, the series Joe, the Man is copyrighted material. All rights reserved. No reproduction, in part or whole, is permitted without the consent of the author, Joey E. Also, if you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), please don't read this. (Don't ask me why? It makes no sense to me). And lastly, if the subject of gay college guys just isn't your thing, then exit now.
Joe, The Man, Part VI
"Letting Down The Guard"
By Joey E
"So, do you want to grab something to eat?" asked Matt.
Since we were in the student center, it seemed like a logical idea.
"Okay. Where ever you want to go is fine," I responded, not caring where we went.
"Well, how about off-campus?" he asked, grinning.
"Okay, like I said, it's your call."
We decided to go out to a local diner in the college town and Matt grabbed a quick bite to eat. I wasn't too hungry, but was enjoying spending my time with this brown haired, green eyed giant (in comparison to me).
"So, I take it you eat a lot?" I asked.
"Yeah, man. And I take it you don't, bud?" he asked, cutting his steak.
"No, I do sometimes. I used to eat a helluva lot. I ate dinner already, though," I said. I looked at my watch which read 11PM.
"Damn, it's 11?" I said out loud.
"Yeah, why? What time do you got class in the morning?"
"Well, I don't have class, but I have work in the morning," I said.
We talked about our classes, really basically getting to know one another. He was a . He seemed surprised and intrigued that I composed music. I also found out he had a musical background, playing the guitar and the alto sax. And more importantly had written lyrics with a friend before. He said he wanted to hear some of my own music sometime.
I lit a cigarette, after asking if it was okay to smoke. Matt gave me a frown of disapproval when I lit up.
"Don't smoke?" I asked.
"No way, man."
Hmm...a non-smoker. I was once one of those, until I started dating my fourth boyfriend.
"Yeah, I'm thinking about quitting."
"You should, Joe," he said, seriously.
I inhaled and exhaled and nothing more was said about it. We continued our getting to know each other. He was good at athletics, I was not. However, surprisingly, he also claimed that he didn't like to watch them on TV too much. He just liked playing them and watching the game live. His favorite was football. But he also got into some lacrosse.
"You on the football team?"
"I was. I can't anymore. Too old," he said, grinning.
"Aw, that sucks."
"Well, I was supposed to graduate last year, you know," he said. "But like many others, I didn't make it."
"Well, what about baseball, man? Do you like that?"
He gave me a look. "Baseball is for pussies!"
I laughed at that comment. "If I had to chose a sport, baseball would be it."
"Uh oh, bud. We better do something about that!" he said, grinning.
"Oh really?" I asked, smiling back.
"Yeah, man."
We talked more after that. We joked around, and I was having a good time, laughing whole heartedly at his jokes and stories. The conversation only turned around to a serious topic once.
"Listen Joe. Uh, I'm sorry about how things started. I know that was awfully unfair of me, and I will never do that to you again," he said, looking intently at me.
I shook my head in understanding. "Thank you. I have already forgiven you for that, you know that."
"Well, good, I'm glad, little bud. Well, should we blow this joint?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm ready when you are," I said.
We both got up. He demanded that he pay for my soda and dessert. I was sort of glad to hear that, and let him. He took me back to my apartment in his car. We shook hands.
"So, it's a date on Friday night?" he asked.
"Absolutely, man. I'm looking forward to it," I said, smiling at him.
"Cool."
I walked up the apartment steps and went directly to my room, worn out, and yet content. I went to bed, smiling.
The next few days were hectic for me. All my teachers had seemed to make either a paper due or a quiz to do in class. I had a little time to hang out with my friends, but I was doing a lot of studying that week. I had talked to Matt on the phone several times between our first outing and Friday.
Friday rolled around quite quickly, and I couldn't wait. I went quickly home (as I usually did) and did a load of laundry, got all dressed up and went back to the college. I made sure I looked my best for this date, and I headed over to his apartment in my car.
There he was, looking great in Levis and a tight green t-shirt that showed off his cut chest very well. He looked in one word, HOT! I was amazed. He climbed into my Camry.
"You can shut your mouth now, bud," he said, grinning, touching my arm to bring back to reality.
"Oh, oops. I, um, didn't mean to stare," I said.
"It's okay. Nothing you haven't done before," he said, still grinning.
I turned red. "All right, all right, so you caught me."
We talked on the way to Philly to the club Shampoo and had a great conversation. It turns out that he was out to one of his close friends at home. So, I felt I could deal with that well. He also was 22, which made us at compatible ages.
We had a great time that night. He and I both were veterans to Shampoo and knew our way around the place very well. It was pretty big, with three different dance floors. I ran into some of my old friends (surprisingly, John, my ex, was no where to be found).
I had two screwdrivers and Matt noticed. "Little bud, you're drunk, aren't you?"
I started giggling. Matt laughed.
"Aw, bro, you're too cute," He said, putting his arm around me. It was a very nice feeling. "You wanna go dance?"
"I thought you'd never ask," I said, taking his hand, leading the way to the disco/80's dance floor.
We started dancing. I was surprised at how well he could dance. I don't know quite what I was expecting, but I didn't expect him to be able to move as gracefully as he did. His eyes were mostly fixed on me, watching every movement my body made as I dance to the music. I don't know who started it, but suddenly, I found myself with Matt in back of me, with his arms around me, moving to the beat. It was totally erotic for me, and I instantly got hard. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on his hard chest. This couldn't be happening, I was telling myself. I got myself away from him, and danced facing him. He looked absolutely gorgeous, all 6'2" of him. We were suddenly in an embrace. I looked up at his face, and we kissed a small kiss, just on the lips. I opened my eyes and looked back at him. He leaned in for another kiss.
This one was more sensual, being that both our mouths were open, with our tongues invading one another's mouths. We held that kiss as we moved our hips to the beat, and everything else didn't exist. I couldn't believe I had this much feeling inside of me.
We took a break after that, him getting another beer and me getting a Coke. I also took a cigarette out. He gave me a glare.
"You know, bro, it's your life. You can do what you want to do," he said, then took a sip of his beer.
I thought about his comment. He wasn't telling me what to do. But he was telling me he didn't approve of it. And that was more effective than anything he would've told me if he told me to quit. I looked at him, after lighting it up.
"You know, you're right. I'm gonna try to start quitting, but I really need this right now."
"The only thing you need," he said, moving behind me, wrapping his arms around me, "is me."
I got a warm funny feeling inside of me. I couldn't believe this jock, this jock who I had lusted after for so long, was here, holding me in his arms.
I took another drag, and then put the cigarette out in the ashtray. He smiled at me.
"Good," was all he said.
We went back out dancing more. I didn't look at anyone else that night, really. He had my full attention, and I was loving it. I was having the time of my life that night. We finally left Shampoo at around 1:30 before they closed at 2AM.
We rode back in the car, holding hands, and just enjoying being together. We finally got back to the University after the half hour drive. Matt wanted me to just park the car in my lot, and assured me he would be okay getting back to his place. I asked him if he wanted to come in for a bit.
"No, bud. I would be afraid of what would happen if I did," he said.
"I don't care what happens, dude," I said, looking into his eyes.
"Yeah, I can tell that. But I do," he said, seriously.
Boy, this guy may really care about me, I thought to myself. Wow.
"Okay. I can accept that. I guess I've been getting a little ahead of myself," I said.
"Yeah, I think you have. I really don't believe in jumping in bed with someone after the first or second date, though I may have demonstrated otherwise in the past."
I laughed at that. "Yeah, which you have. And I thank you for stopping me. I've almost forgotten the way it really should go," I said.
"Yeah, I've noticed. But, I want us to take thing slow, bro," Matt explained. "I really like you, Joe. I respect you. I want to go the right way."
I took all of this in. "Good, man. I'll do the same," I said.
"Well, Joe, I've had a great time with you tonight. Will I see you again?"
"Of course," I said, immediately. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I got some shit to do in the afternoon, but I should be free in the evening. Call me tomorrow late morning," he said, walking me to my apartment door.
"Oh, okay, sounds good," I said. We reached my apartment. I turned to him.
"Good night, bud," He said, before leaning in and giving me a passionate kiss on the doorstep for anyone to see that was walking by. I heard some footsteps, but I didn't care. I had done this before.
"Good night, Matt," I said, to him after the kiss was broken. He turned around and started walking back to his apartment. He turned around once to look at me, smiled, and continued on his way.
I turned to my apartment door, and put the key in the lock.
"Woah! That was some kiss," a voice yelled from behind me. I spun around, wondering who would make such a comment.
"NEIL!" I screamed, happy to see a familiar face.
"What's up?" he said, running up to me.
"Not much, just got home from a date."
"Yeah, I could sense that," he said, smiling. "I take it it went well?"
"Yeah, very!"
"Cool, man. Glad to hear it! You should stop by my apartment sometime this weekend. My brother and his boyfriend will be around."
"Sounds good! I'll try to stop by sometime," I said.
"Great! I'll see you later," he said, turning around and walking back to his apartment.
Neil was a radio/tv/film major who had TV class with me, and had rescued me when I was beaten on campus. He was a strong guy himself, and was a good friend.
I went upstairs, went to my room, and went to bed.
..........I was watching Matt leaving, for some reason. We had just said good bye, and he got in his car to drive home. I watched him at the exit of the parking lot. But, I also saw this car swerving toward him as the other driver drove over the curb and into the side of Matt's car. I screamed and fell to the ground. I woke up to find myself lying on the floor.
I was sweating and my heart was pounding. I got up off the floor, and layed back down on the bed. Once my body was calm, I drifted off to sleep again. Only this time, the dream continued and I saw Matt's body in the car, dead. I woke up again, and got out of bed, squinting into the sunlight coming through the blinds of my bedroom. What was that all about? It was a horrible dream to have. I didn't think I could live through having my boyfriend killed again. I suddenly became depressed and got up and ate breakfast. I turned on the TV and watched some movie that was on TV. It wasn't too amusing, but it was the only thing on that was close to being watchable.
By the time it was over, it was 1PM. I wasn't in a good mood. My thoughts rolled back to Dan, and how I missed him. I had briefly thought about how good a time I had had last night with Matt. But they were overpowered by the blackness of life without Dan. I sadly went to the freezer, and made myself a screwdriver. Paul came out of his room at this time, coming into the kitchen.
"Uh oh, why are you drinking Joe?" he asked.
I opened the back door and lit my cigarette before stepping out to the patio.
"No reason, man." I said. "I don't really want to talk about it." I sipped my screwdriver. I had it finished by the time I was finished with my cigarette. It certainly hit the spot. I poured myself another one, and had drank this one in no time either. By this time, I had a good buzz going on.
The phone rang and I answered it, sitting on the couch.
"Yeah?"
"Joe?"
"Hey, Matt," I said, sighing.
"Are you all right man?" he asked.
"Why do you ask that?"
"Because your speech is slurred, bud. Are you drunk?" he said, raising his voice.
"No, man," I said, defensively. "What business is it of yours anyway?"
"Believe me, it is my business. Why are you drinking at 2 in the afternoon?"
"Don't have a reason," I said, nonchalantly.
"I'm coming over, man. Bye," he said.
He hung up the phone before I could get another word in. I quickly ran to my room and closed my door.
I heard a knock a few minutes later.
"Joe! A guy named Matt is hear for you," Justin said from behind the door.
"I don't really care," I answered, lying on my bed, staring at the bunk above me.
"Joe," another voice said from behind the door. "Open the door."
Shit, it was Matt. I just laid there on the bed, looking up at the springs of the top bunk.
"Joe, open the fuckin' door," he said, forcefully.
"Why? I didn't invite you over," I yelled back, tears now streaming down my face.
"Bud, please, man, open the door. I'm here for you," he said, now calming down. His words actually felt soothing to me.
I walked over and opened the door, and went back to my bed. He came in, his figure shadowing mine. It was actually a bit scary.
"What?" I asked, shortly.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on bro, you're drinking during the day? That's stupid. Trust me! I know!"
I looked up at him. His eyes showed that he indeed did know and something had happened in his past. I lightened up a little, and I gave him the description of the dream. He came over and hugged me.
"It's okay, Joe. I'm here for you. I'll protect you," he said.
"Yeah, well, who's gonna protect you?" I asked.
"You are, bud. It's a two-way street, you know."
He held me in his arms, and for the first time since Dan, I felt genuinely safe in his arms. He kissed me gently on the back of the neck.
"Oh, Joe," he said, very softly. "Bud, I had dreamed about you in my arms for so long."
I sighed softly, and melted in his arms. I think it was partially because of the alcohol. But, I knew most of it was because of the secure feeling I felt. For the first time, he seemed to notice the keyboards.
"Hey, man, are those yours?" he asked, pointing to the two around the Macintosh.
"Yep! They're hooked up to the Mac," I answered, opening my eyes.
"Play me something, Joe," he said, looking at me.
I, the ham that I am, am always ready to play for someone if they want me to play. "Okay, what do you want to hear?"
"Play me something you wrote," he said, sitting down on the bed.
I turned on my newest keyboard. I decided to play him my latest composition, that was so late that I didn't have the time to put words to it yet. It was my first real pop ballad. It was slow and romantic, and emotional. I loved it.
I watched Matt's reaction, not sure whether he would like that kind of music or not. His eyes showed nothing but amazement. I had him! :) It was all over too soon.
"Wow!" was all Matt could manage.
"You like it?"
"Yeah! Where did that come from?"
"Well, some of my compositions come from my emotions, but some of them just come to me musically. That one came to me musically, believe it or not," I explained.
"Cool, I could almost hear words to them, bro."
"Really? If you want, I can give you a tape of it, and you can try to write lyrics if you wanted to. I remember you saying something about that."
"I would like to try, Joe."
"Cool! I'll make you a tape." I was starting to get into a better mood, and my haze from the alcohol was starting to lift. We started talking about our musical tastes, we had some differences but some similarities as well. All too soon he had to leave to go work out at the Rec Center.
"All ready?" I asked him.
"Yeah, bud. I go there at least three or four times a week. I need to if I want to keep these," he said, looking down at his biceps. I got hard instantly.
"It seems that you like that," he said, pointing down to my tent.
I blushed, and turned away.
"We'll see about that later, little bud," Matt said. We went out to the living room and I walked him out of the apartment.
I didn't even notice the Paul sitting on the couch when I walked through the living room to walk out Matt.
"Hey, Joe! Who was that??" Paul asked, smiling widely.
"That is mine, and don't you dare touch him!" I said, jokingly.
"Oh, really?" Paul asked, smiling. "Well, we'll have to see about that."
I sat down on the couch and started a long conversation with Paul. I explained to him that I was not seeing Sean, and he should really call him up. Surprisingly, Paul was not argumentative this time. He finally realized that perhaps, maybe, Sean and him could be together. I was happy that I finally got through to him.
I looked at my watch and noticed it was 12:30. I had to go to work soon, being that I skipped my 10 AM class because of alcohol. I went to work, unfortunately, Jason called out (because he was sick) and I had to work myself, which was kinda boring but nice in a way too. I didn't have to explain what I was doing.
I got home from work about 5PM and all four of us went out to eat to the cafeteria. We saw no one we knew really well, for the first time in a while. I went back to my room and studied. I went out at about 10PM that night to get a gallon of milk (because we were out) to the local Acme (a grocery store), to pick up a few more things as well. All went well, until I was pulled over for, I assume, speeding. I wasn't going too fast, just about 10 miles per hour over the speed limit, which was 35 (and I was doing 45).
I always had a weakness for men in uniform for some reason, though I hate to admit it. I looked in my rear-view mirror while cursing at myself for not being more cautious. I saw a young face, and wanted to see more. I'm sick aren't I? However, I pulled out my license, registration, and insurance. I checked him out as he was getting out of his car. He was about 6', I'd say about 170 lbs, and had a big grin on his face for some reason. I decided to smile and be as friendly as I could. That grin on his face could've meant he was happy he pulled another sucker over or he just was smiling.
"Can I see your license, registration and insurance please?" he asked, shining his flashlight into my car. I looked up at his face. He looked very handsome, indeed. Brown eyes, and an extremely young looking face. He had bulges in all the right places. And his ass was just about perfect! I'd say he looked about 21.
"Sure," i said as I handed over them.
He looked them over and looked back at me. "Well, Joseph, I've been waiting for you all night," he said, smiling.
In quick response, I shot back with a smile, "Well, officer, I got here as fast as I could."
He laughed. Well, that was somewhat of a good sign. "That's just what I needed tonight, man," he said, looking at me. I noticed his eyes looking up and down my body as he shown the light in. I'm sure he noticed mine too. He then leaned down and put his arms on the door sill.
"Well, I clocked you going about 46 miles per hour, Joe. You do know the speed limit is 35 on this road, right?"
"Yes," I said, in a tone that said I understood.
"I assume you're a student at the college," he said. "Judging by the hang tag and the sticker on the back of your car."
"Yes, I am."
"And I'm assuming you don't need a ticket at the moment."
"That would be helpful," I said, smiling.
"Well, sir, since you gave me a good laugh," he said, smiling, "I will let you go."
I sighed in relief. "Thank you very much, sir," I responded. "By the way, do you know..." I asked him if he knew my one of my supervisor's husband who worked on the police force in that town.
He smiled. "Yeah! Do you?"
I explained to him that he was my boss' husband. I was surprised that he was keeping a conversation going, and I was even more surprised that I had the guts to talk to him. All the while, my eyes roamed over his muscular frame. He had short sleeves on, and I could see the veins in his forearms bulging out. I knew that cruising a cop would be very dangerous and something I didn't want to do. However, this copper was checking me out as well. At one point, after he looked down at my body and then looked back at my face, I followed his eyes back and caught him off guard. We just both smiled.
"And your name?" I asked. "You know my name, it's only fair," I said, feeling playful. I was only feeling that way because this cop was doing the same.
"Oh, my name is Dave, Dave Russell." He got up from his lower position, and extended his hand through the window. I shook it very firmly.
"Cool, I'll tell Pete I saw you tonight," he said, smiling still.
I knew the conversation was ending. Although I wanted more time with him.
"Thanks again for letting me off the hook," I said, smiling at him.
He kneeled down once more. "Sure, no problem. I hope to see you soon, Joseph. But under different circumstances," he said.
"Sure, man. I hope so too," I said, really meaning it. I was really going out of my mind now. I was just flirting with a cop. And I think he started it too. I told no one about this when I got back to the apartment. I headed towards bed.
As I was lying on my bed. I thought about Matt (the muscle stud). I soon got hard. I could hear his voice, low and husky, whispering in my ear. I saw his perfect frame in front of me, and my hands started roaming around my smooth chest. I reached down and started stroking my 6" cock, slowly, feeling every inch of it. I pictured Matt going down on me, taking my cock in his mouth all of it. I imagined his nice hard body against mine, as we made out, tossing and turning. In no time, I felt the tingling and I knew I was going to shoot. I shot my load, cum splattering on my cheek, chest and stomach. I laid there for a few minutes, as my pulse and breathing rate fell back to normal. By the end of it all, I was sweating, tired, but relieved. I cleaned myself up, and went to bed.
"No, no, you did it all wrong," I said, laughing, to Jason, my student worker. (I was one too, but I had major seniority over him, like five years).
"What did I do?" He asked, baffled, trying to figure out why the phone he had hooked up and configured didn't work.
"Well, I'll put it this way. You did everything right until you got to the jack," I said, wanting him to learn for himself.
He brushed his blonde hair off his forehead, sighed, and knelt down next to the jack. He looked at how the wires were connected. His eyes lighted up and looked up at me, smiling.
"Damn, Joe. I connect the wires wrong," he said, laughing.
"True," I said, smiling down at him. "So, you'll be okay here?" I asked.
"Aw, man, stay around until I'm done," he said.
"But, I was only stopping in on my way back to the office," I explained.
"Come on, Joe."
I couldn't resist those blue eyes. "Fine," I said, beaten.
"Cool," he said, hooking up the phone. It worked.
"Congratulations, Jay! You successfully hooked up your first phone," I said, patting him on the back. He gathered up his tools and we left together.
"So, man, I hardly get to talk to you, since I'm out fixing dorm phones by myself now," he said, while we were walking across campus back to the office. "What's new?"
"I know, man. I miss you taggin' along," I said, honestly. I then felt bold and decided to press a little further.
"I also missed watching your cute ass wiggle all around when you walk..."
Jason turned quickly at me. He just smiled, and blushed. "My gay friend from home says the same thing about my ass. He says it's cute."
"Well, he's right!" I said, smiling.
"But anyway," he said, seeming to want to change the subject completely.
"Yes anyway. I might have a new boyfriend," I said.
"No shit?"
"No shit," I answered.
"Who?"
"Matt, that big guy we fixed his phone."
"That guy?" He asked laughing.
"Yeah, that guy."
"Cool, man. I hope things work out for you, Joe. You're a cool guy, man." he said.
We finally made it back to the office and wrapped up things for the Friday. I went back to my apartment. Surprisingly, Sean was there, talking with Paul again.
"Sean?" I asked, surprised to see him.
"Hey Joe!" Sean, said, getting up and giving me a hug.
I looked down at Paul, obviously happy. "I see you guys have been talking," I said.
"Yeah," Paul said. "Thanks Joe for all that you've done."
"Yeah, man. Thanks," Sean said, softly.
"Cool, I'm glad to see that it can work out," I said. "So, where's Kevin?"
"Kev is at his frat house preparing for tonight's party," Paul answered.
They were planning to have a big party tonight. I wanted to go, sort of, but lately, I had grown tired of the parities for some reason. I was supposed to get together with Kevin (the jock) tonight, anyway. But we didn't plan on doing anything.
Time passed by and we ate dinner. We went back to the apartment. Matt (the jock came by the apartment about 8:30PM. I answered the door.
"Hey, babe," he said, smiling. He looked awesome, as usual.
"Hi, stud," I answered. "Come on up!"
We went upstairs together.
"Well, what do you want to do tonight?" he asked, sitting down on the couch.
"Well, Kev, my roommate, his frat is having a party tonight. I don't know how much you're into that scene, but I wanted to drop by, at least."
"Sounds good to me! They'll be serving alcohol there right?"
"Of course!" I said, smiling. I sat down next to him.
We talked some more, and decided that we were going to go at around 10. Which gave us about an hour of time to kill. We got into a very interesting conversation, too.
"So, Joe, are you out to everyone?"
"No, not even close. My family knows, and my closest friends," I explained. "What about you?"
"Well, believe it or not, the closest friends here don't know. My best bud from high school knows, though, and my older brother too."
"Do you think you could handle having a boyfriend on campus?" I asked him, taking a risk.
He took a deep breath, and looked at me. "I think so," he answered.
I exhaled a sigh of relief. "What are you getting at?" he asked.
"I think you know."
He looked at me and smiled. His dimples were showing. God, he was damn hot!
"Would you go out with me, Joe?" he asked.
I looked at him deeply in the eyes. I smiled and kissed him, heavily and passionately.
"Does that answer your question?" I said, smiling.
"I think that's a positive yes!"
"Yes, I'll go out with you," I answered, wanting to jump for joy. We hugged and kissed again. Sean and Paul came out of Paul's room.
Paul cleared his throat.
"Hey," I said to both of them. "Paul, you've met Matt, right?" He nodded.
"Well, Sean, this is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt this is my friend, Sean."
They shook hands. Sean had a look of jealousy fly across his face, but he recovered quickly. He smiled at both of us.
"I'm glad to hear that. Maybe you can stop Joe from whoring around now," he said, smiling at me.
"Shut up," I said, not wanting Matt to know about my secrets of life as of yet.
Matt laughed and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Well, bud, we all have our skeletons in the closet. But in time, I assume, they'll be found."
"Yeah, don't worry," I said, looking up at his face. His green eyes twinkling.
"So, what should we do tonight?" Matt asked me.
"We were just trying to decide the same thing," Sean laughed.
"Well, Kevin's frat is having a party. The party starts at around ten, and, it's about 9:45 now, so let's go smoke, and then we'll start to head over there," I said, getting up, walking to the patio door. I caught a glare from Matt's face that told me I shouldn't be smoking. But at that point, I wanted one so bad, that I just had to have one. Paul and Sean followed. Matt reluctantly followed them.
"You want one?" asked Paul.
"No, he doesn't smoke," I said.
"Yep, I don't." Matt said, looking straight at me. I felt suddenly guilty for what I was doing.
We basically bull shitted while we finished our smokes, and then we headed out to the party. Matt told us the fraternity he was in. I had heard about it. It was one of the more prestigious frats on campus. I wondered if he had fooled around with any of his frat brothers, but I kept that thought to myself.
"HEY JOE!!" Yelled three frat brothers as I walked in the door. I smiled at them, and said Hi. It was a great feeling. Matt seemed to be quite amazed. He knew he was taking a risk being with me, since they knew about me, but he didn't seem to care too much at that point. I turned around to make sure he was still with me, and he was there, smiling back at me, looking deep into my eyes. I blushed and turned to walk to the basement.
"Yo Kev!" I said to my roommate, behind the bar.
He smiled a big smile, and said, "Well, look what the wind blew in!"
I shook his hand, and laughed. "What's up man?"
"Not much, at least yet," he said, handing me a woo woo shot. (A woo woo shot is a 1/3 vodka, 1/3, peach schnapps, and a 1/3 cranberry juice. It's not bad, actually).
"Hey Kevin," Matt said, smiling at him. Kev smiled back.
"Hey, man, what's up?"
"Oh! Do you want any booze?" Kev asked.
"Sure, I'll have one of those woo woo's too."
"And I'll take another," I said, smiling, slamming my plastic cup down on the bar.
"Sure!" Kev yelled. Matt spun around to face me. He just smiled and shook his head.
"Someone's gonna be drunk tonight," Matt said to Kevin.
"Yeah, you might have to carry him home," Kev said.
"Hey!" I yelled. "I have never had to be carried ever from any where that I've gotten drunk." Which was the truth.
"Well, maybe this time, you'll want to be," Matt mumbled into my ear. My eyes got wide.
"Ooh baby!" I said. I moved over so Sean and Paul could talk to Kevin as well.
"Hey Sean, Paul!" he said, handing them two plastic cups of beer. "Didn't expect to see you here together like this."
"Yeah, we talked over some things," Paul said, taking a sip of his beer.
"Good, I'm glad to hear it," Kev said, sincerely.
"Let's go into the other room and check out the guys," I said, softly to the group.
Matt fake punched me, Paul gave me a glare, and Sean just said, "Once a slut, always a slut!" I laughed. We all went to the other room where the game of beer pong was going. It was about this time that I was really wondering if I had gotten too old for this frat party shit. It was very crowded in that part of the basement. Matt was in back of me, and I had slowly backed into him, and just stayed there. I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, starting to give me a massage. I leaned up against him more with my back against his stomach. I felt some very firm there too. I turned and looked up at his face, smiling. He just smiled and nodded his head. I knew what it meant.
We then backed away from each other a little, realizing we were still in public. Finally, it was our turn to play beer pong. Since I had two woo woo's already, I felt kind of tipsy, and wondered how well I would place. And coincidently, the team we were playing against happened to be Sean and Paul. It started out evenly, but then I pulled ahead by getting two ping pong balls in their cups in two turns. It was now down from 6 to 1 on their side, from 6 to 3 on our side.
I was just about to throw my next ball when I caught someone in the corner of my eye. It was Louis! Damn, I had almost forgotten about him, with Matt occupying my time now. I know it was rude of me, but I still felt like an asshole to him. I threw the ball completely missing the cup. Lou saw me at that moment, and started walking over to me. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable at that moment.
He just smiled and nodded his head. I was relieved that was all he did. I continued playing. Matt threw the ball, and landed it in the cup. We both cheered. I felt like hugging him. Next thing I knew, his arms were around me. I smiled.
"Hey, you guys, we still get two more chances!" Paul yelled.
"Okay, throw them, bro," Matt said, releasing me.
They both threw a ball and both of them missed.
"We won!" I exclaimed.
Paul looked frustrated. Sean shrugged his shoulders and walked away from the table. I really didn't feel like playing another game.
"Do you want to play again?" I asked Matt.
"Not really," Matt said.
"Good. Let's get some more liquor!" I said, walking away.
Matt laughed and followed me. We went back to the bar, Kev was there, still serving the alcohol.
"Hey Kev! We beat Sean and Paul," I said, after ordering another woo woo shot. "Cool, man!" he said. "You want another too?"
"Sure," Matt said. For some reason, I waited for Matt to get his before I started drinking mine.
"Here, Joe," Matt said, holding up his plastic cup. "To us."
I clinked my cup with his, and we both drank it all in one gulp. We both smiled at each other.
"Hey Joe!" I heard a voice from behind me yell. I turned around, and saw that cute face.
"Hey Louis! What's up?" I asked.
"Not much! Nice to see you again," he said, walking up next to me.
"Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to call you or anything," I said, feeling bad.
"No problem. I've been busy with other things, too," he said, still smiling. Obviously he wasn't too disappointed.
"Cool."
"Yeah," He said, lowering his voice and leaning over to whisper in my ear. "I have a new boyfriend."
Relieved, I said, "Cool man! I have one too. He's right here," I said, pointed to Matt on my other side.
"Matt, this is my friend Louis. Lou, this is Matt!"
They shook hands. Everything was going smoothly tonight. I couldn't believe it.
Matt and I walked around the party, talking to various friends of ours. He certainly knew a lot of chicks there and guys too. I was impressed. He seemed to be enjoying himself.
"Joe?" I heard Paul's voice call.
"Yeah?"
"Sean and I are leaving now. You coming?" he asked, walking up next to me.
I looked at Matt. He shook his head yes.
"Yeah, we'll go too," I said.
All four of us walked out of the frat house and back on the streets towards our apartment. Sean and Paul seemed to be more happy than ever to be together. I was very happy myself to have this hunk next to me.
"Would you like to spend the night?" I asked Matt when we got back to our apartment. I had a grin on my face, and various thoughts in my mind.
Matt grinned. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied.
My grin turned into a big smile. "You can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch."
"GEEZ!!" he asked.
"What? You actually thought we were going to sleep together?" I asked, feeling very playfull.
"Well now that I think of it, I don't even know why I was thinkin' that I'd want to sleep with a little boy in the first place.."
"Oh, you bitch!" I said laughing. "And besides, I only got a single bed. I don't see how your fat ass is going to fit in it with me!"
"Fuck that shit, bro, I'll push you out and make you sleep on the floor."
We both laughed and then remembered why we were here. We both looked at each other. We could both see it in each other's eyes. Tonight was the night.
I moved closer to him, wrapping my arms around his hard, toned body. He did the same. We kissed a long, passionate kiss, tongues moving in out of each others mouths. For the first time, I felt his hands wander around my back, and finally moving to my ass. I did the same.
"Oh, Joe," he whispered. "You feel so good, bud."
"You do too," I barely said.
He lead me over to my bottom bunk bed. He took my shirt off, and sighed. He sat down on the bed, running his hands all over my smooth chest. I breathed in deeply.
His hands were coarse, but warm.
"Damn, bud, you're beautiful," he said.
I pushed him down on my bed. He laid on his back, as I gently climbed on top of him. I could feel his muscles through his shirt as we pressed our chests together. We made out more, his hands running down my back, squeezing my ass. I felt his hardness against mine, which seemed to be harder than ever. He let out a moan.
I took his shirt off, revealing a chest that I've wanted for three years. I ran my hands over it, feeling the big pectoral muscles. I gently moved my head down and began to suck on his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. It was totally hot. I couldn't believe it.
I let my hand wander down below the belt area and felt around for his manhood. It didn't take long to find. I started rubbing it with my hand. He gasped and twitched. I undid the button and unzipped the zipper. I saw his cock head sticking out of his fly of his boxers. I wanted it bad.
But he had other plans. He swiftly got up and we changed positions. I was now on my back, and he was exploring my body. He kissed my chest, licking his way down to my stomach. He slowly undid my pants as he licked my nipple. I was in heaven. He grabbed my cock by sliding his hands underneath the waist band of my boxers. He slowly slid my jeans down and exposed my boxers. He gently lifted my ass up, and slid off my boxers as well.
I looked down at my boyfriend, watching his muscular arms flex. I was extremely turned on by this point. My cock was aching to be inside his mouth. He slowly started stroking my cock with his hand. I let out a sigh. He looked up and met my eyes. I smiled, and closed my eyes in pleasure.
Next thing I knew, I felt a warm, moist feeling on my cock, and I knew he had taken it in his mouth. He started sucking, slowly and gently. I couldn't believe he could be that tender, a big guy like him. He started speeding up, as he gently massaged my balls with his hand. It felt like heaven.
Finally, I couldn't take much more.
"Dude, you're gonna make me cum," I whispered.
He didn't seem to mind. He just kept sucking like a madman, and I said it again when I knew I was just about at the limit.
"Dude, I'm gonna cum!" I said, out loud.
He kept sucking. I felt that familiar tingling and knew this was it. My whole body started to tremor and finally I shot my first shot into his mouth as I cried out. There were three more intense spurts. He never missed a drop of it.
Finally, the orgasm subsided and I was thoroughly relaxed. He came back up to where I was and gave me a giant hug. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach.
"Aw, man, that was incredible," I said.
"You like?" he asked with a grin on his face.
"Oh yeah," I said, nodding my head.
I then slowly sank down to his cock, and took the whole 6" in my mouth. He shuttered at the feeling. I really enjoy watching and feeling a guy get pleasure from me. I began to move slowly up and down on his cock, as I played with his balls. It seemed like no time at all when he announced he was going to cum. I didn't want a load in my mouth for some reason that night, so I quickly got up off his cock, and started stroking it with my hand.
"Aw....... yeah...Joe, bud, fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah, man, shoot it all over your chest,"I said, as I watched intently.
I felt his cock expand in my hand as he let out a small cry and watched the first shot shoot out and land on Matt's face.
"Aw, yeah, man," I said, totally turned on.
He shot more, reaching his neck, his chest, and finally his stomach. Damn he looked hot shooting his load. I slowly inched my way back up, and kissed him passionately.
I got paper towels to clean up his load after a short while and cleaned him up. I laid back down next to him, and he took me in his arms, and we kissed a while longer.
"Man, Joe, that was ten times better than I had imagined it."
I smiled at him. "Yes, babe. It was very hot. I'm glad we waited for a little while anyway."
"So am I. But, remember, I've been waiting for three years for that!" Matt said, grinning.
"So have I, but never knew I was actually going to get it," I said. His arms around me felt so good, I kissed his biceps and soon after that I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this part of the series. If you have any questions or comments, please send them to SNJBoy76@aol.com Another part should be posted shortly!