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Lacrosse Lover Chapter 6
By Mark (BostonBiGuy) some1yuno@hotmail.com
Chris blanched at the suggestion, but agreed. "Ok, where do you want to go?"
"It doesn't really matter to me, I just think we should go somewhere quiet so we can talk about."
"I would suggest my dorm room, but my roommate's probably in." "Ok, that's no problem, we can use my room."
He agreed and began to follow me across the campus. He was visibly nervous about this encounter, in his position I'd probably be just as nervous - hell, I was nervous now in my place, I'd be a wreck in his. We didn't speak at all until I opened the door to my dorm room.
"You've got a single."
"Yeah, guess I was lucky." I shut the door behind me as I entered. I turned to find Chris looking a lot like a caged animal ready to bolt at the first opening.
I sat down on the bed and said, "Have a seat."
"Look Charles, I'm sorry about this weekend. I was really drunk. I never s hould have. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. I said that it was ok, and I'd meant it."
"I'm sorry about it still, it won't happen again I promise."
"Look, I'm not concerned about that. The reason why I wanted to talk to you was because I want us to still be friends. I'm still very uncertain about myself, and I'm definitely uncertain about a relationship with anyone. But I could really use a friend, someone that I don't have to worry about trying to hide who I am. I'd like for that friend to be you, I don't know what will happen, but we should just start as friends and work from there."
"Ok, I guess that's something I can deal with. You're not upset about me hitting on you?"
"No, I'm kinda flattered by it, I'm just not sure I'm ready."
"Ok, I can understand. I still just don't believe I did that." I moved over to him and put my arm on his shoulder to reassure him. "Chris you were drunk and only partially in control, had it not been for the alcohol you probably wouldn't have done it. It happened and it's over, there's no point in worrying about it anymore."
"I know you're right, I just still feel like an idiot."
"Well you are but that's beside the point."
He pulled away from me punching me in the arm. "Hey, I resent that remark." His voice had indignation in it, but the laugh held amusement.
He looked down at his watch. "Shit, it's almost time for class. I guess I should be going. I'll talk to you later."
"Ok later."
I stepped out of the shower and returned to my locker next to Rob's.
"So what are you doing this weekend?"
"Tonight Chris and I are going to a party, I don't know about the rest of the weekend. I do have some work that I've got to get done at some point this weekend."
"Well the party sounds good, but the work sounds like a drag."
"Yeah. What are you going to be up to this weekend?"
"Tonight a party, tomorrow night a date, Sunday night have to study."
"A date?"
"It's no one that you'd know. Not quite a date really, just a friend of mine from out of town that's coming to visit."
"Ah. sounds like fun."
"Yeah it should be. Well I guess I'll see you on Monday."
"See you at the pool Monday."
I couldn't keep myself from watching Rob's ass as he was leaving. I had spent the past few weeks trying to get my infatuation under control - with only partial success. As long as I wasn't around him I could usually clear my mind, but any time I was near him he was almost all that I could think about. I was around him a lot though.
I saw him in the mornings at the pool, I saw him in the afternoons at practice, I occasionally ran into him in between classes and at the cafeteria. As if that wasn't sufficient I even saw him on most weekends. I loved spending time with him, but I hated that I lost all self-control around him. All I could think about was his scent, how he looked, the way he smiled, the way his eyes lit up when he was laughing. Whenever I was around him I felt helpless, like he was a whirlpool surrounding me and threatening to drown me.
I couldn't seem to stay away from him though. The only time I could usually manage was when I was with Chris. Chris had become a really good friend. I liked not having to worry when around him. We could watch TV and I could comment about how hot some guy was without having anyone around me question or worse threaten me. I hadn't told him about my infatuation with Rob though, one of the few things that I hadn't told him.
I tried to convince myself that I hadn't said anything because it hadn't come up - but of course that wasn't true. I'd had several opportunities, but I hadn't said anything because I was insecure. Added to that I was trying to avoid thinking about it altogether. If I talked to Chris it meant acknowledging that it was a problem - and that meant I couldn't control it. I wasn't ready to accept the implications of such an endeavor.
Well at least this weekend I probably wouldn't have any run-ins with Rob. I might see him at the party - if he was even going to the same party, which was a possibility, although there were five different parties going on around campus, probably more. I'd also have Chris there, which would help me keep my mind off Rob, even if he did show up there.
Even without knowing what was going on Chris could somehow sense when I was feeling melancholy and always did his best to make me laugh. I was glad that we had stayed friends. It was good that we could joke and be at ease - and there was no sexual tension, unlike with Rob. I had no idea if Rob was even aware of the sexual tension or if it was entirely in my head, but it was nice not to have that with Chris.
I left the locker room and headed across campus to go back to my dorm room to take care of a few things before getting ready for the party. I had a few phone calls to make, some mail to take care of and a lot of other little things. After finishing the necessary chores I set out some clothing and went to go have a shower.
I showered shaved and dressed then sat down to check my email while I waited for Chris. He arrived within a few minutes - a little bit later than scheduled, as per his usual timing.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah, just gotta shut my computer down."
Chris walked up behind me. "That cologne you're wearing smells good. It suits you."
"Thanks." I shut the lid on my laptop and stood up. "Ok, let's go."
We walked out and headed to the nearest bus stop to travel to the party. Walking up to the house the noise was almost deafening. The music was a lot louder than I liked, but the booze flowed freely so I made myself at home and set my sights on getting trashed tonight.
Chris and I were drinking together when he was attacked by a leech. At least that's how I thought of Stacy - from the look on his face he was thinking the same thing. Stacy was obviously drunk and hanging all over Chris. She was looking at him like a starving wolf staring at a wounded sheep. Chris looked rather like that sheep watching the wolf, not that she noticed. I laughed at Chris' predicament as I was downing my drink.
I guess it had to happen eventually - it was most likely a result of the homophobia and rampant heterosexuality in this area - as I went to refill my drink and was almost immediately latched onto by one of the biggest sluts on campus. Ok, she wasn't quite that bad - almost, but not quite - I just really wasn't interested in her. I should have known better than to laugh at Chris - things like that always come back to you.
"Hi Charles. Having a good time?"
"Hi Amy, yeah, I guess I'm having a good time." Amy could be a nice girl, but she held all the sexual attraction for me of a blow-up doll. Actually the blow-up doll was probably more attractive - at least it wouldn't talk so much. Amy gushed over me in a drunken babble talking as fast as humanly possible. Suddenly I was thankful for the loud music helping to drown out her voice - it was almost possible to imagine that she wasn't talking at all, almost. I was busy thinking of ways to try to extricate myself from her grasp - I wasn't having much luck finding a way out.
I said the only thing that came to mind, of course it was true. "I need to refill my beer."
"Oh, ok. Well I need to get some more to drink anyway."
Damn. That hadn't worked, not that I really expected it to. Amy continued to chatter, I have no idea about what, I was trying my best to ignore her.
"Charles, are you listening?"
"Uhh. Oh yeah, I was just thinking about something."
"Well stop thinking and start talking. I've been waiting for you to ask me out for a long time now."
Great, just what I needed - a date with her. "I would have asked you before now, but I can't really get involved with anyone. I'm seeing someone currently."
"Really, I hadn't noticed you with anyone, except your friends on the lacrosse team."
Was she insinuating I was gay? Trying to find out information so she could blab it to the whole school? I gave the only answer that I could think of. "Well I've got a girlfriend from home, she's going to a different school though."
"Oh, well if you break up with her be sure to look me up."
"Ok..." .not a chance in hell. At least once she'd been turned down she took off, guess she was just looking to get laid - something I wouldn't have minded, although she wouldn't be my choice. I refilled my drink and returned to partying.
At some point the music and noise finally got to me and I decided to be going. As I was heading out the door Chris caught up with me, I'd lost track of him at the party.
"Going home?"
"Yeah, I think I'm going to be heading back to my room and get some sleep." "Mind if I walk with you? At least until I get to my dorm."
"Sure, let's go."
Chris and I walked together until we reached his dorm, he said goodnight and headed into the building while I continued on my way back to my room. I headed into the bathroom to take a piss before going to my room. I undressed to sleep and then collapsed on the bed pulling the sheet over my head. I was just dozing off when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi Charles, I'm really sorry to bother you, but my roommate is home, and he has company. With his company there I'm not welcome."
"Ok?"
"Can I stay with you tonight? I don't really have any place to go."
"Yeah, ok. I've only got the one bed though."
"Yeah, I know. I don't bite. well not too hard. I'll probably be passed out almost immediately."
"Ok, I'll unlock the door and be waiting."
"Thanks man, I really appreciate this."
I climbed out of bed and cut a light on so I could find my boxers. I slipped them on then unlocked the door. I lay back down in the bed scooting over next to the wall to leave a space for Chris. I was dozing off again when I heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
"Hey, it's me. I want to thank you for this again. With my roommate having company I've got nowhere to go, especially not at 4 AM."
"That's ok, just shut the light off. I'm going to sleep now."
Chris slipped off his clothes leaving only his jockey shorts and cut the light off. I felt him slip into the bed next to me, his back close to mine in the narrow bed.
"Charles, thanks again. I really appreciate this."
As tired as I was I could only grunt in response. I could hear his breathing slowing down as mine was. The haze in my mind slowly overcame all conscious thought and I drifted off to sleep. Sunlight was coming through the window when I woke up although it wasn't the sunlight that woke me up. It was hardon and the fact that it was pressed up against Chris's ass through his jockeys. What's more is that Chris was pressing his ass against me.
"Ohh." A moan escaped my lips almost against my will. My mind wanted to stop, but my cock wanted to keep going. Chris ground his ass into me harder and my hips pushed back. My hands began to caress his chest of their own volition, sliding down to his abs then feeling the bulge inside his jockeys.
I squeezed his rigid cock through the material making him groan with me. I slid my hand around his dick tracing lightly around the edge of his dick. My mind was still arguing, but my body was too far into this for me to stop.
"Charles, I want you to fuck me."
That jolted me out of the pleasurable web that surrounded me, distancing me from thought. I was stunned, my motion stilled. I began to stammer, trying to think. My tongue felt like it was wrapped in duct tape - I couldn't speak or think.
"Come on man. I want it and I can tell that you do too. We're both horny, we're both gay and we both need some release - why not together."
I wanted to say no, I wanted to disagree. I wanted to tell Chris that those weren't good enough reasons. I knew that wasn't true though, my body needed the release and he needed it as well. Even as my mind was trying to stop this from going any further I agreed. I stood up from the bed and went to a drawer in the desk where I kept some lube - mostly used for jacking off, but today it'd be used for a different purpose. I kept a box of condoms in the top drawer of clothes chest, I took one of those out as well.
While I was getting the necessities Chris had stripped off his jockeys and was sliding his hand along his cock while watching me. He was lying on his back, his legs spread wide and one leg propped in the air. I was nervous as hell when I began to try to lube his hole. I was inexperienced at this.
I was inexperienced at sex with guys. I'd been with a couple of women, but never enjoyed that. I'd been with even fewer men though - and those had been very rare and very drunken occasions when some straight buddy and I had managed to get together for some mutual sex. Nothing was ever said afterwards - the next day it was always like it had never happened. Mostly those sessions had been mutual masturbation, although there was one friend that had been willing to blow me in exchange for a blowjob. Those were the sessions I'd enjoyed most, but I'd never had anal sex with a guy before.
I'd never been fucked, never fucked anyone else and it was finally about to happen. I'd often fantasized about moments like this but had never even come close to this in real life. The closest it had been was with Rob that night - dangerously close. Afraid of doing something wrong my hands began to shake. I didn't quite know how to proceed.
No matter how many stories you read about it or even think about it there's no comparison to doing it in real life - I was nervous and it showed to Chris.
"It's ok. Just take it easy and get me lubed up well first."
I did as he said, his voice calming me. I lubed him up, his cock started to drip precum and he moaned in anticipation. My dick was hard a rock - so hard that it hurt.
"Ok. I'm ready for you now. Fuck me Charles."
I stood up and wiped my hand off on the boxers I'd discarded earlier. I slid the condom onto my dick and applied some lube to the outside of it. Chris had his knees in the air waiting for me to be ready.
I stepped up to him and he lifted his legs, holding them back with his arms. I lined my dick up with his asshole, sliding the tip around the rim a little bit. Chris shuddered in pleasure slightly at that. Perhaps the stories were good for information after all. I pressed forward, his asshole resisting at first before providing me entrance.
"Ohh." I moaned as the sensation overtook me. Only the head was in so far. I had to pause for a minute otherwise I would have shot off right then. I gradually began to push forward again until I was all the way inside him. His ass felt so warm and soft against my latex-enclosed cock.
I slowly began to pull out a bit before pressing back in. Chris set his legs on top of my shoulders as I began to build to fuck in and out of him. He began to stroke his dick with one hand and was playing with a nipple with the other. I leaned forward, my head moving to run across the free nipple.
He shuddered as my tongue touched the tiny bud. I was driving my cock into his ass harder while my tongue worked over his tightened nipple. His hand was moving on his cock in rhythm to my strokes into him. My breath came in ragged gasps as I plunged into him - Chris's chest was heaving as well. I reached down to grab his cock, he moved his hand away to give me access. I began stroking his dick hard no longer licking his nipple. I was getting close and I had changed positions to get more leverage with each thrust. My pace became frantic as I lost control of myself, driving into him like an animal. Finally slamming my dick into him all the way as I began to shoot.
My hand was stroking on his dick as hard as I could and as my orgasm hit I began to squeeze his dick hard. I could feel him throbbing in my hand as he began to shoot between us. His hot cum splashing against my chest turned me on even more as I shot into him. When my orgasm finally passed I collapsed on top of him. Both of us were covered in sweat and his cum where he'd splashed onto us. I didn't even bother to pull off the condom as I already drifting off to sleep. Chris's eyes were already closed. It was comfortable lying there on him - being against someone else was a simple human comfort I'd not had in a long time.
We drifted off to sleep like that. I awoke a while later, I had no idea how long we'd been asleep. I could tell that most of the day was already spent by the angle of the light coming in the window. I looked at Chris and found him already awake and watching me. Part of me felt very guilty about what had happened. I was also uncertain about the consequences - I wasn't sure if I'd wanted a relationship with Chris before and now I was almost certain that I needed more time.
"You're awake finally."
"Look Chris, what happened. it was. I mean."
"What?"
I was struggling to find the words to express myself. "I. I don't know that I'm ready for a relationship, or I mean. I like you as a friend, but. Ah damn it."
"Look it's ok. I like you as a friend, and you're a pretty good fucker, but I don't want a relationship either. I mean it was good, but I don't like you that way. We can just be friends, and occasional fuck-buddies when we have the need."
"I. I don't know. I mean. is that a good idea?"
"Well we're friends, we're both gay and we both get horny. I don't see why we can't."
I stopped to think about what he'd said. I had enjoyed the sex, it would be great to have sex more frequently. I could trust Chris, I liked him as a friend and spent time with him. Why couldn't we have sex when we felt like it without the obligation of a relationship? Part of my mind argued against that logic, relationships had been ingrained into my mind as a requirement for regular sex. I'd had sex with those other guys and those girls that I had dated - but that had been different. It wasn't the same as Chris and I having sex on a regular basis.
But another part of my mind felt quite differently. Was there really that much difference between those situations? If anything there was more of a connection between Chris and I than in any of those before. We were very good friends, with more in common than hanging out at school or getting together to get drunk.
"Well you are a good fuck, even if you are annoying."
Chris lightly slapped me in the back of the head.
"Hey!"
"You were asking for that. I guess we should get up, it's 5 PM already."
"Damn, we've slept away the whole day almost."
"Except for the time we fucked away."
"Yeah, except for that time." Neither of us had moved yet even after stating our intent to do so. I finally sat up in the bed. Once I moved Chris stood up as well - he began to get dressed.
"I need a shower."
"Yeah so do I."
"I know you do, I can smell you. You also need to wash your sheets and air this place out."
He was right, the air was stale and foul smelling. My sheets had been stained by the lube and our fucking, they'd definitely have to be changed but I probably wouldn't wash them until I did laundry next. Chris was nearly dressed.
"So I guess I'll see you Monday at practice."
"Yeah, I'll be there."
"I had a great time today. See you then."
Part of me was almost sad that there was nothing more than a friend's goodbye. We had just agreed to be only friends and fuck-buddies, but I still longed for a relationship, although not with Chris. I knew I didn't want to be more than friends with him, but I still longed for something more with someone. A nagging voice at the back of my mind told me that Rob was the one I wanted to be with - but I didn't want to face that. I pushed the thought away and began to get ready to shower.
*********************************************************** That's all for chapter 6 I hope you enjoyed it. There is a lot more to come with this story for all three main characters and it's far from over with. As always comments are welcomed at some1yuno@hotmail.com There've been some changes made to the website (http://bbg.webjump.com) including the addition of a chatroom with the next scheduled chat on Weds. Nov. 24 at 9 PM EST.
Thanks for reading, Mark (BBG). ***********************************************************