I hope you liked chapter one of Devin's Story. I can tell it isn't as favored as much as My Date With a Boy, but then again that is because Devin wasn't a very well liked character in that story. I hope as this story progresses you grow to like it, I know I am as I write it. Please send any comments to SwingerStan@yahoo.com
I sat on the toilet, cupping my face in my hands for over an hour as I tried to come to grips with myself. I was so tense, but I just couldn't snap out of it. I just kept trying to make sense of the confusion in my mind. I decided that I needed to do something to releive the tension. I reached onto the back of the toilet and grabbed an issue of Maxim. I flipped open to the Swimsuit pictures in the middle that usually do the trick.
Only this time It didn't, I wasn't getting a thing out of it. I kept looking for more pictures that would excite me but nothing was happening. This couldn't be happening, I've used the magazines hundreds of times, they were great because I could keep them out and Sarah never said anything about them because they weren't porn mags like Playboy or Penthouse, I didn't have to worry about hiding them. I flipped the pages frantically looking for someone to catch my attention. And when I finally found a section that caught my attention, I wished It hadn't, for I had moved past the bikini models, and found the men's fashion section. I had stopped on pictures of several men in swimsuits... and that, did the trick.
After I finished up, I tossed the toilet paper into the comode and Itucked myself back into my boxers. I looked down at the magazine and at the guys I had just used to entertain myself, and I just felt disgusted, what was I doing? I was masturbating to pictures of sexy boys in a magazine.. worse yet, I was thinking of them as "sexy boys." What was my problem?
I stepped out of the bathroom and went back to the bed. Sarah lay sleeping in the bed still, I was glad I hadn't woken her up. When I first started getting up in the night she'd wake up but over the last couple of months since I got my apartment, she'd gotten used to it when she'd sleep over. I ran my fingers through her hair and rolled over to get some sleep.
It was later in the day when I woke up. I had been sleeping in a lot latley, mostly because of my restless nights. I looked at the calendar, today was saturday, and I didn't have to work. Sadly, Sarah did and so I we only had a couple of hours to hang out before she had to go, and she was going to be sleeping at her house tonight, because it was closer to her work and she got off too late to drive all the way back here.
We got dressed, well, I got dressed, Sarah had been up for a few hours, and then we headed out of the apartment. The whole time we walked, Sarah kept asking questions to see if I was alright. I can't say I blame her, I was being awfully quiet, She wanted me to tell her what was wrong, but I wasn't about to tell her that I was having nightmares about a boy that I dated when she and I broke up, and that last night I had masturbated to pictures of male models in my magazine. I told her I was a little tired. I lied and said I would take a nap after she left.
We went down to the coffee shop a block from my apartment, where we eat at all the time. I had my usual breakfast, two eggs, scrambled, with sausage patties and a bagel and cream cheese. Sarah had blueberry pancakes. I flipped through the local alternative paper as Sarah went on and on talking about how excited she was that she'd be going to school soon, as it was her first year of college. She was saying how cool it would be that my apartment was only ten minutes away from her dorm, and we could hang out a lot, as opposed to the 45 minute drive she took to get here now. I smiled as she talked. All I could think about was how much more I would have to be living the lie
After an hour or so, she had to leave. We walked back to my place, and I said bye to her, and gave her a kiss. Let me just state that I like kissing Sarah. I like to kiss her, and I like sleeping with her. it's just that something is missing in the sex. I don't think she realizes it as much on her end, but I just feel like I need more.
After she left, I opened up the paper again and lay on my bed, and I started to look through it untill I came to the classified ads. I started reading through them, I do this a lot for entertainment. I started reading through the Men Seeking Men ads, when I heard a knock on the door. I got up from my bed and went to answer it, figuring it was Sarah, forgetting something.
When I opened the door, there stood Cameron. He was dressed in a pair of tight black pants, and a button up shirt. I opened my mouth to say something, and he leaned in to kiss me. The next thing I knew I was being pushed down to the floor and Cameron was on top of me, kissing me, and running his hands under my shirt. I felt my fingers sift through his hair as his warm moist tounge danced in my mouth.
Slowly he moved his hands down to my pants button and began to undo them and pull down the zipper. I had somehow pulled my shirt over my head and could feel Cameron's lips working their way down past my belly button. Slowly I could feel the tip of his tounge work against my skin as he took the waist of my underwear in his teeth. I could feel his hot breath against my cock as he pulled my boxers over it, and the wet salive of his tounge as he licked the shaft.....
Suddenly I woke up in my bedroom, it was dark, and the newspaper I had been reading had a small puddle of drool. I looked around to find cameron but he was no where to be found, as he had never been here. I sighed as I lay my head back down on the newspaper. But as I did, I noticed an ad for a club. It was an alernative dance club known as the "Alley" I'd heard of it before, but I had never been there.
The advertisement said "Do you feel like an outcast? come to the Alley, where everyone is part of the group. Tonight's special musical guest: Girl Power. On the add it showed a few sets of symbols, it had a male and female relationship symbol to represent straight, it had a male/male, and female/female symbol for gays, and it had a combination male/female symbol for transexuals. I decided that I would find my way to this "Alley" tonight.
It only took my about a half hour to get ready, I was still pretty clean from this morning, just a little bit of a messy hairdo due to the nap, but that just took a bit of Gel. I was trying to hury myself so I wouldn't have time to chicken out. I was forcing myself to go to this club and face the truth about myself. I owed this to Sarah, to Cameron, and most of all, myself. I put on some nice pants, a dressy shirt, and was out the door.
The place was amazing, it was an old bowling alley that had been converted into a dance club, but half the lanes were still open for bowlers. The other half had been set up as a dance floor, complete with live music. The band for the night was a group called "Girl Power" which was a cover band that consisted entirely of guys, who dressed as famous female singers and covered their songs. Tonight they were dressed as the girl's from Moulin Rouge, wearing nothing but french lingerie and a lot of makeup. I was just getting into a punk riff of "Lady Marmalade" when I heard someone behind me.
"Holy shit.. if it isn't Devin." I turned around to see who had said it. It was Cameron... and this time I wasn't dreaming.