Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
This is a repost of my first story, for those of you who missed it over the summer.
I'm still interested in everyone's response.
DISCLAIMER:
This is a FUCK STORY about men. Get over it.
He Said/He Said
Part One: Jake's Story
O.K. I'm the villain, here. I want to make that clear. Everything that happened was my fault. I really loved Brad. Love. I love Brad, I never stopped. But, I acted like an ass, and here's what happened:
Brad and I met 3 years ago. It was at a bar. We didn't have sex right away, even though we sure wanted to. At least I did. But something about Brad made me want to wait. You know they always say that immediate sex between two people can spoil the chance of a meaningful relationship. In fact, it's something I relied on throughout college. [I guess I should tell you I was a Sports Medicine major, and all those stories you read about the willingness of college athletes are true, as far as I know. I was never alone unless I wanted to be. But, as my Senior year passed its halfway point, I didn't want to be anymore.] I'd never met anyone like Brad before. He was gorgeous, sweet, funny, bright, honest and very forward about himself. Nothing he said was bullshit. He wasn't a bar fag, and I guess that was the immediate attraction.
I crashed into him while coming down the stairs from the pool table loft at Dayglo, the gay bar in the town where we both went to school. Before I could even apologize, he was getting up grinning that grin that still gets me hard when I think about it. He had this cute little mustache and goatee, very close-cropped and light blond, like his short, soft hair. Perfect, straight (pardon the expression), white teeth, and a pleasantly tanned face with perfectly symmetrical dimples. What threw his look so sexily off-kilter was his nose. Thin and long, with a bump in the middle that I would learn later came from a bicycling accident at the age of 8.
I did apologize and offered to buy him a drink. He had a Diet Coke, and soon, my friends were pressuring me to return to the game upstairs. I apologized again and said I hoped I'd be seeing him. He said, "So do I." and we went our separate ways.
A few weeks later, I saw him there again, and we danced and talked all night, exchanging numbers, favorite movies, etc. Strangely, throughout the evening, we never kissed. He was really driving me crazy. But, somehow, it never seemed like the right time. He was very sexy, and certainly seemed interested, but I just didn't want to screw this up. We were the last two out the door at closing time. Somebody had vandalized his car (I guess because of the numerous Pride stickers on it), and slashed a tire. I helped him change it, and we sat in the car for a while, talking more intimately. I had to leave town early the next morning for a job interview and said so. He said he wanted to give me something for luck, put his hand around the back of my neck, and kissed me. Fireworks. I leaned into him and we continued to explore each other, with tongues and hands. He finally broke us apart and reminded me of my early time table the next day. It was about 3:00AM by then. I promised to call him after the interview.
Well, I got the job, as a Phys Ed teacher and wrestling coach at a private high school in Maine. When I called Brad, he told me that he also had accepted a position in the northern point of the state, but hadn't said so before, so as not to jinx my chances. It was like fate. Graduation was in 2 months, and we'd be relocating to the same area!
We decided to go out to celebrate. Now, I'm a pretty big guy with a background in weights and cross-training, so I've never worried much about being bashed. On more than one occasion, I have gotten into fights for my friends, however. Brad was a Journalism major, but found time to study quite a bit of self-defense, also. He's of rather slight build, but well toned and quick on his feet. Having said that, I'll tell you where we went. T.G.I. Friday's in that little college town. We held hands across the table at one point! It was very freeing being with Brad. We wanted to go out dancing, but decided neither of us wanted to go to Dayglo, so Brad suggested his apartment.
When we got there, he dimmed the lights and brought out chilled champagne and two glasses. I immediately spilled mine on his shirt, like an oaf. He started laughing, pulling off the shirt and saying something about the way we met. As he opened his shirt, I got my first glimpse of his chest. It had a fine dusting of blond hair, tiny, hard nipples, and tapered down to a flat stomach with a wisp of hair at the navel. "Don't let me be the only one undressing," he said with that wicked grin. I loosened my tie and let it fall to the floor. He poured his champagne glass out across my broad chest and began licking it off. As soft classical music played in the background, we undressed each other, kissing and touching as if we'd never touched anyone before. Everything with Brad seemed so new, so untasted. After several minutes, he slowly pulled away and asked if I'd like to see his bedroom. "Please," I said.
He led me by the hand and I followed, my eyes glued to his hot little butt, now covered only by loose-fitting boxers. My dick was straining at the elastic of my briefs, growing longer and harder by the second.
He sat down on the bed, and I went to my knees at his feet, kissing and licking his chest and stomach. I circled my tongue around his belly button and his back arched, as he moaned softly. I began to rub, lightly, my face against his boxers, feeling the hardness within. I could tell he was not only enjoying this, but that he was quite well endowed. Not huge, but very nice. I slid my face up his torso and found his mouth with mine. As I slid my tongue into his hungry mouth, I slowly tugged down his boxers. I worked my tongue back down his chest, pausing at the taught, pointy nipples and giving them some loving attention with by tongue and teeth. At the same time, I pulled his feet out of the boxers and cast them aside.
Then, I got my first sight of his cock. It was beautiful! Pink and perfect, standing out from his blond bush and curving slightly upward. About 6 or 7 inches, I guessed. I licked the head softly and rolled my tongue all the way around it. I slid his entire length into my mouth. He rolled back onto the bed, his hands going to either side of my head. He traced his fingers through my hair and around my ears and I tenderly sucked and licked his rod. With one hand, I massaged his balls, also covered in a fine layer of tiny blond hairs. I circled his dick with my hand and licked my way back up to his neck, ending with deep, wet kisses.
Brad rolled over toward me, laying me on my back, and went to work on me. He massaged my chest, kissing me all over, before zeroing in on my briefs. He pulled them off with no difficulty, and paused over my cock before going down. My head rested on one of his pillows, and we looked at each other's eyes as he went to work. With that wicked grin, he opened his mouth just wide enough to slip his tongue out and slide it across the tip of my dick. Then, he took half the head into his mouth and tongued it as his lips held it in place. All the while, he looked me in the eye and grinned. He licked up and down my length a few times before taking me entirely into his mouth. I've never had head like that before or since. "Ooh, Brad, you're amazing," I said, and his smile got wider, but he never missed a beat. He rolled his body up so that we were in a 69 position, and I continued the work I'd begun before.
Soon, however, I was completely distracted by the sight of his sweet little ass. There was a spray of light blond hair between his pale cheeks, and a tiny pink opening. I could not resist. I traced his crack with the tip of my tongue and paused at his hot opening. Suddenly, he lifted his head from my crotch and sighed "Ooooohhhhh".
"You like that, sport?" I said.
"No one has ever done that before."
"They don't know what they've been missing," I answered and went to work. Gently pulling his buns apart, I licked and probed his anus, coaxing it to open. Brad's entire body responded to my tongue, and his mouth sped up it's efforts on by cock. I was very hard and ready to explore his hot little hole. He must've sensed it, because he slowed and stopped, and then came up near me, kissing me deeply and rolling me over on top of him.
As we kissed, I continued to massage his hole, with the tips of my fingers, slowly working one, two, then three into him. "Ooh, yeah, Jake," he gasped.
"You ready, Sport?" I whispered.
He nodded and I began to slide into him. He took it like a pro, although I already knew it was a fairly new experience for him. He wrapped his legs around my waist with a grip like a vise. Soon, my entire 9" was in him and we began to pump in unison. I'm not ashamed to say we fucked like animals. We kissed with open, then closed mouths. I wiggled my ass, slowly, to work him all over inside, and he writhed beneath me, matching me stroke for stroke. Soon, we got harder and faster. "Ooh, Brad, baby," I sighed.
"Call me Sport" gasp "I like that," he replied, exhausted but never slowing.
We seemed to go for hours. I've never felt so joined to someone like that. I pumped harder and harder, Brad's fingers digging into my shoulders, back, and ass. Finally, I exploded inside him and he began to spurt streams of cum up between us. Some landed on his cheek. Still thrusting my load into his hot ass, I licked it off and slid my tongue deeper into his mouth than before. We slept like babies. For a few hours.
When we awoke to the sound a neighbor's dog barking. We were still sticky and sweaty, so Brad asked if I'd like a shower. "Yeah" I answered and he kissed me again. I ran my hand through the smooth hair on his chest, running into the mess from earlier. "Yuck" we said together.
In the shower, we made love again. Slow and steady, like we'd done this forever. "I am crazy about you" I said at the end, while we rinsed each other off. Brad just held me.
A few months later, I screwed everything up.