The following is a semi true story based on real characters and events. Obviously names have been changed-duh! And all events while true, may not have happened in the written order. Some things have been embellished and some have been borrowed from other memories-to help break up the story to protect the not so innocent..
It starts out a little slowly due to character development but picks up after the first chapter.
Enjoy.
If you don't care to read about two guys in love or two guys having sex, go away, you probably want the lesbian section. If you aren't supposed to view gay pictures or read about gay material because of where you live or who you live with, stop reading this and go change the bloody laws.
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This story revolves around a group of straight friends who accepted my being gay in a way, which all my gay friends are still jealous of. For some reason there is something about me that puts straight guys at ease, even groups whom one would expect to be somewhat homophobic. I have friends ranging from rednecks and jocks to Southern Baptists and Ex Military guys, and here in the Deep South, these two groups are not generally friendly to gays.
What makes this even more unusual is that I am not at all shy about it, but neither am I wearing it on my sleeve or in your face about it. It simply is a fact that I am comfortable with.
The group in this portion of my life was a mixed group of people who surfed, skated, and sometimes partied heavily. Some of the guys played various sci-fi games like Magic and D&D, and at night, especially on weekends, we tended to have small bon fires and drink while I and a few others played guitars. The core of this group was lead by this guy named Phil. Phil is hard to explain, a mix of daredevil and perfectionist mixed with philosopher. To further understand him one would have to See his various qualities of leadership including a brain the size of Kansas. What Phil spoke was law and it was his enlightened views on homosexuals (as well as all other minority archetypes) that allowed me to come out so early upon meeting him. I had met Phil and his best friend Dan through an old High school friend who thought we'd get along.
Phil had this way of embarrassing guys who spouted the normal homophobic shit by turning their fears and comments against them. As an example, when I was first getting to know these guys, I had arranged to meet them at this club in Orlando that was known to have a lot of mixed crowds. Andrew, one of the guys going with Phil hadn't been told there would be "fags" there. So when he found out he freaked, Phil simply started laughing and pointed out that: first of all, He was so desperate to loose his virginity that he scared off even the skankiest drunk girls at all the parties, and besides, "fags" had way too much taste to ever get desperate enough to hit on his scrawny ass. Well, Andrew landed up just storming off outside the club. But several other guys whom I didn't expect to show up made the journey and at least two of them had genuinely good times. One in particular named Dennis, while never coming over to the gay side of the fence, has frequently gone to gay clubs with me claiming he likes them better because no one want to start fights with him. Dennis is a Big guy, built more like the hulk than most of us and loves to dance, apparently in most str8 clubs, Guys usually see him as a threat. I have noticed that even in normal settings he seems to evoke a lot of high testosterone responses. He's a really nice guy and when gays hit on him he takes it as a compliment and often buys the guy a drink.
Enough background already. I'll fill the rest in as we go.
This was the mid 90s and I was 26 at the beginning of this story. It was late winter in Central Florida, which meant erratic weather. It can be 40 Fahrenheit one day and 90 the next and one could never tell when a storm was going to pop up. This night was a crisp 50 degrees and the night sky was clear and a brilliant deep blue with an almost full moon. We were gathering for Dan's graduation party from college. I had gotten to Phil's house early to help set up. When I walked in I sat down on his couch and found myself sitting directly across from this totally hot stud muffin I didn't recognize. This guy was about 22 I'd guess, 5'11, shoulders by Thor, Totally perfect face-real Abercrombie looks, and Blue eyes that seemed to freeze time. He had a perfect roman nose and these gorgeous full lips that occasionally disappeared in a cavern of dimples. He wore a tight brick coloured muscle shirt with a plaid button down shirt worn openly over it. I was dumbstruck and couldn't think of anything to say to introduce myself. The guy gave me a dismissive half smile and turned to his friends. When Phil's girlfriend Korma came through the room she gave me a big warm welcome and introduced me to the other guys. There was Nathan, Joe, and Austin. Austin was the stud I'd been perving over. I stepped over to them to offer my hand and they each gave me a casual shake and nod of the head. By the time I got to Austin my palms were clammy and I was sweating. They seemed much more interested in whatever they were discussing so I just followed Korma out to work on the food tables. A little while later I saw Austin talking to Phil, they shook hands as Austin and his buds made for the door. "Damn" I thought, "He can't leave now!" Even if he hadn't been that friendly, he was cute enough that I didn't really care. Korma and one of the other girls gave me the skinny on the new guys. Austin was an old pal who'd been away at college for the past three years on a baseball scholarship, he only popped in once and a while as he went to UF in Gainesville and had joined a frat two years ago.
When the actual party started later I ingratiated myself to Dan by making sure he always had a bottle of beer at his ready. I'd spent three years in a frat; Alcohol etiquette was second nature to me. Besides, for personal reasons I had decided to cut my alcohol consumption down to barely anything after leaving college. The party got real busy real fast, all the guys I knew were there and quite a few I either hadn't met or outright had never seen as well. As I wasn't drinking much, I was mostly playing host by making sure everyone had a drink. About 9:30 I saw Austin again, He'd changed into a forest green polo and some pretty well ripped up jeans (remember the 90s fad?) and arrived sans friends. When I walked up to him I simply put my hand on his shoulder as I swung around to ask him if he wanted a drink. As soon as he saw it was me who was touching him he freaked out. He shrugged my hands off his shoulders and jumped as he clamored,
"Hey, hey, I ain't that way Alex."
He shook my hands off and stepped away with his hands up. I suppose I could have been angry, or embarrassed, or even annoyed. Eyewitnesses tell me that instead I had the look of a feral animal when he did that, I could feel the evil smirk crossing my face and as if echoing my thoughts, Steven, This fairly loud redneck type whom I actually got along with quite well, started laughing and said
"ooohhhhh shit Austin, you've done it now!!!!!"
Something happened that night to me. I suppose it was the smell of fear. Whatever it was, I became downright predatory. I felt like a coyote watching a rabbit run. And I wasn't the only one who'd noticed it, Phil and Steve and a few of the other couch jockeys became a chorus of urging me on. The outburst had attracted a fair amount of attention and when Jessica came over to express her sympathy to me for Austin's outburst. I shook her hands off me with the same hands up position that Austin had taken,
"Hey, hey, hey, girl!!!! You know Homie don't play that game!!!!!"
As opposed to Austin's outburst which had caused a great deal of anxiety. MY "hey, hey" brought the house down, everyone was laughing except Austin and the people who'd come into the room to see what was going on.
At the center of the laughing Austin hung his head down and blushed, he walked over toward me and mumbled an apology.
"Sorry dude, I-I." He shook his head, "I'm sorry, my bad ok?"
I smiled at him and held up the empty beer bottles I'd been gathering,
"It's ok dude, I was just asking if you wanted a beer?"
Meekly, Austin handed me his empty,
"Killians."
He said bashfully.
Although I thought it a little strange for a group of straight guys to be egging a homosexual on, to 'hit' upon their friend, the true weirdness took a few days to register.
After a few beers Austin picked up on the term Phil, Steve, and Dan were using for me and began calling me, "beer wench". I really didn't mind, I wasn't drinking beer so I might as well have fun serving it. Besides, it gave me the perfect opportunity to interact with Austin, I took every opportunity to place my hands on his arms or across his shoulders, any available spot as I talked to him or asked him what he wanted to drink. Austin was getting drunk a little too quickly so I weaned him off a little and paced him. After I had handed him a full one later in the evening he fixed his glazed eyes on me and slurred out,
"I know whyyy yorr gedding myy beeerz fr me, Yorr trying to geht mee drunk so youu can take advan'age of mee."
I Smiled innocently at him and responded,
"Don't be silly Austin; I'm getting you drunk so you'll."
I tapped his chest with the neck of an empty beer bottle for emphasis.
"take advantage of me!"
It took him a minute to processes the whole thing, but when he did his face erupted in dimples as he grinned and said,
"Weylll. thaz awright I guezz."
With that he stepped up to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I was so excited I was weak-kneed, but I draped my arm around his waist in response and beamed at the room. With that, we actually started to talk, well, I talked and he slurred, but that was fine with me. Mostly he just apologized and told me over and over how he thought I was cool even though I was gay... Str8 boys... Whatchya gunna do?
At some point Steve started bellyaching that his "beer wench" was failing his duties. I turned slowly toward him for dramatic effect and informed him that,
"beer wench (is) taking a break".
Phil was grinning and giving me a big thumbs up. A while later Austin said he had to take a piss and I decided to get a new round of drinks for the couch crew.
I was getting Austin a big glass of water when I heard a big commotion and heard a lot of laughing, Suddenly Steve and Dan come and grabbed me by the shoulders and ushered me towards the bathroom. When we got there poor Austin stood there red faced and embarrassed. I should explain that this was an old house and the bathroom door had an unreliable lock on it and new people always got locked in there. ON the door was a poster board and marker sign that said "DON'T LOCK THE DOOR-IT WON'T OPEN" And in little letters underneath it stated, "First person to get locked in wins the door prize." As this guy Jesse was pointing this out he said "Now WHAT will we give you as a door prize???" A second later I was unceremoniously flung at Austin.
"Now why don't you two go back in there and lock the door again?"
Steve howled before bellowing with laughter. Austin got a big grin when I was flung into his god-like chest. The differences in our size were almost laughable, not so much in Ht as in Wt, I was 5'7 to his 6'2". But I was a 128 lbs to his 212. His chest was enormous next to mine. Austin wrapped his arms around my shoulder again and said' "cumm'n, ah need whudder." So I helped guide 'my prize' to the kitchen. Cat calls and jeers followed in our wake. These guys were almost being too helpful, how could I hope to. 'seduce' my 'prey' when they were all standing around watching me constantly?
So we stood around the kitchen with his big arm around my shoulder moving me this way and that like his personal doll as he talked. He drank two glasses of water when I decided it was time for me to take a piss. When I approached the head, Jennifer and her boyfriend Glen were waiting for me, they pounced immediately, preaching to me how it was wrong for me to try and convert Austin. I believe they used the term 'indoctrinate' several times. I tried to defend myself, but they were a bit too Baptist for my tastes. I'd learned long ago not to argue with religious types, not at parties anyways. I was going to point out that it was HIM who kept putting his arms around me, and he was the one wearing the tight 501 jeans with the multiple rips in the ass and pocket areas, and.. Luckily I was saved when several cries for me went out from the kitchen. When I got there I found Austin bent over a garbage can hurling his lungs out.
Phil looked up to me and said,
"He's your boyfriend, YOU take care of him."
Having been pledge master in a frat for two years; I was an expert on caring for drunks. I slid my hands up under his shirt and rubbed his back and said soothing words as most of the crowd filed out. Finally when he stopped and stood upright again, I saw that he had puked all over the front of his shirt, pants, and shoes.
"Ohhhh dude, we're gunna have to get you to the bathroom."
"Don' lock uzz in, dey'll mahk shit up bout uzz."
He slurred slowly.
"Trust me honey, tonight you're mostly safe from the rumor mills."
With that I called for Phil, Korma, and Cynthia as I tried to lead vomit-boy to the bathroom.
"Phil, can he use your spare room tonight, he's not going anywhere like this."
"Yeah, I even put a plastic sheet down just for these situations Alex."
I said Cool and then turned to Cynthia,
"Sweety, I'm gunna get his clothes to you, will you please wash them, shoes too?"
"Surely sugar, He gunna be alraht?"
Cynthia had a lovely South Carolina accent.
Austin was a big guy; I was worried about his reaction if he felt I was trying to start something with him. Fortunately, it was quite the opposite, I got his shirt and shoes off ok, but when I started on his pants he grabbed my hands and pulled them down to his crotch. As exciting as this should have been; his being covered in puke and barely standing, took away a certain amount of the charm. I stood him up from the sink/counter and stood back, he was now in nothing but underwear, which were clean.
"Ok Austin, we're going to take a shower, you ready for that?"
I got a slurred response about being at the party.
"Yeah, You but you wanna get your shower early before everyone else uses up the hot water."
I said. God had gifted me with 'drunken logic', which was an invaluable skill in fraternities and parties like this. I made him stand leaning on the wall as I slid my hands over his body and down his sides. I squatted as I reached his 2(x)ist Boxer Briefs. My hands slid under the band and I watched his gorgeous cock slide out of the retreating cotton. My god, he was the cutest guy I had ever.. stripped. He didn't have a huge cock but it was just perfect in dimension, about 4 inches soft, I helped him get out of his underwear and then handed the package of his clothing out to Cynthia.
Meanwhile, I ran some warm water in the shower and helped Austin into the stream. I was having a real hard time trying to get him to stand up so I finally made him sit on the floor as I washed him off of all the particulate matter. My god, I had such a raging hard on. His skin was sooo soft, and his muscles sooo big. And well, since I was being sooo nice, I thought it would be ok to take a few small liberties, thus I reached down and washed his cock very, very, carefully. I knew he was too drunk for any true response. But I vowed that I would get another chance one day. The problem I now had was that after getting him clean, HOW the fuck was I going to get him to stand up? He couldn't, he'd be happy falling asleep where he was. And there was no way I could lift him, especially while he was all wet. So what I did was drain the tub, and then I swung my legs over and toweled him off sitting down. Then I wrapped the towel around his chest and squatted to get a good grip. Then I lifted him up (He helped a little). The walk to the spare bedroom was easy as there was an adjoining door in the bathroom. Phil had made the bed and placed an obligatory waist bucket next to the bed. And after I laid my beauty down and removed the towel, I took a few moments to perv over his too perfect body. From that godlike chest to the perk little nipples. down to that glorious treasure trail. His six packs showed even in drunken sleep. His tan line was... magnificent. I ran a quick hand from his chest to his soft cock, sighed then pulled the blanket up to cover him.
Phil and Steve started to laugh as I entered the living room.
"MAN, that is some technique Alex!!! Have you EVER scored with that one???"
Steve bellowed. The room laughed and then Phil added,
"Next time why don't you just use handcuffs and restraints, I KNOW you gotta have some of those!"
I fixed him with a worried look and said,
"But honey, you made me promise not to use them with anyone else!"
Even Phil laughed at that-one thing I REALLY liked about Phil was, he could take as good as he could dish out.
Aside from checking on Austin a few more times, the rest of the party was uneventful. Except for Glen and Jennifer who tried to corner me again and preach some more. Before she'd even gotten a sentence out I asked Glen what the Bible thought of sex out of wedlock. When he hesitated, I asked what the Baptist church thought of drinking beer (they both had brews in hand), and then I said,
"Look, before you go preaching to me about my potential sins, why don't you clean house of all your committed ones first!"
Several people including Cynthia and Steve had heard that and were laughing so hard they couldn't stand. Phil got his "announcer" voice on and said,
"IN THIS CORNER: Alexander Johnson, 5'7" and BLACKBELT in verbal banter! His opponents are, at 6'1" GLEN ROSEN and at 5'8" Jennifer McGrath Evangelical Brown belts. First Point goes to Alexander with a full Ipon."
I went home at around 5:45 and slept till about 3 pm. At around 5:30 I got a call from someone whom I didn't recognize at first.
"Hi. Alex? This is Austin,"
Although I was so excited I almost fell over, I managed a cool,
"Ohh, how ya feeling today?"
"Well, physically I'm fine, I don't really get hangovers" (Ok, I now hated the bastard) "Anyways, I was wondering If I could take you to dinner?"
I stuttered a short
"Ummm, well sure, I-I-I guess?"
The confusion in my voice was so thick even a str8 boy could hear it.
"Well. I wanted to thank you. for. you know."
"Ohhh sure Austin, no problem."
I ALMOST added that he didn't have to thank me. Then I quickly willed my mouth to shut. Austin pressed on,
"Well cool then, how bout meeting me at Chili's at 6:30 then? Is that good for you?"
I confirmed and said good-bye. Then I did a little excited dance around my room. immediately afterwards I leapt on my phone and called my friend Michael and told him the whole story up to that point. He cursed me and said I was going to gay hell for picking up another str8 boy and NOT sharing. I pointed out that most of the straight guys I got weren't really straight, and besides, an awful lot of them weren't that cute so nothing ever happened. Then I retold him every Detail about Austin for sheer spite. We chatted for a while, mostly it was me all excited and pacing across the ceiling, and him giving me shit about it. Michael was my best friend, but few people would see that off hand, because all we did was bitch and fight with each other when we had an audience. But it was all in play and we both knew it.
I arrived at Chili's about 20 minutes early. My nerves were at their limits and I couldn't pace around my living room anymore. I picked a semi-isolated booth away from the main fracas. I ordered a margarita for myself and Kilians for Austin. I figured I'd gone for several months without a drink, I NEEDED one now! My heart was flip-flopping and I started doing the obligatory; "What if he doesn't show," routine in my head while I waited. But several minutes before 6:30 He walked in. He was even more stunning in daylight. He wore a green and copper striped polo and an olive baseball cap worn backwards. His jeans were baggy but the overall package was one of Bacchanalian lust personified. When Austin saw me and met my eyes, his face exploded in dimples and he almost started to blush. My heart soared dangerously close to the sun.
"Allleeexxxx"
Austin said in a take off of Rob Schnider's character 'Copy Boy' from Saturday Night Live. I grinned and added
"The Austin-man-a-rOni."
He kept up that deadly smile as he sat down. Then he saw the beers and started laughing out loud,
"Nooooo, NOT AGAIN!!!! You Evil Beer wench, You just wanna Get me in bed again."
At which point the waitress who'd been following him over broke into a grin.
"You'll have to teach me your secrets"
She said to me playfully with a wink as she put my Margarita down. Austin went pale for a moment when he realized he'd been heard, he started to stammer something out about too much beer, and me serving everyone, but she continued to grin at him and keep him off balance.
Austin finally said,
"After I finish these, (It's always 2-4-1 at Chili's) please just get me a sweet tea please."
She jotted it down and took an order for appetizers before leaving. Austin looked at me with this funny smile, blushed a little then hung his head down and shook his slowly from side to side as he took a big breath of air and let it out slowly.
"I can't decide if I should thank you or blame you for last night Alex."
He said as he looked up and cocked his head slightly to the side. He still smiled but I could see his deep blue eyes searching mine.
"I can't figure out why you're being so cool to me after I was such an ass dork to you last night either."
I smiled and took a drink,
"Well, you redeemed yourself when you apologized last night, and besides, now I get to tell everyone that I got a college baseball player into the bathtub and then the bedroom."
I winked at him to ease his mind.
"Yeahhh, I can't wait to hear how good I was next time I hit town."
We both laughed at this and then he added,
"And please be kind, I know I'm not exactly a porn star down there.."
I broke into a wide grin,
"Sure, whadda ya want, 9-10 inches?"
He started to laugh and this got me going as well,
"Fuuuuck that! I want 12 and half swinging between my knees bitch!"
"Funny, So do I... "
I said as I arched my eyebrows meaningfully.
The more we bantered the harder we started laughing, after a while the wait staff started watching us and our server said she was going to have to cut us off on drinks. Rather then pissing us off it only made us laugh harder as we weren't buzzed and had only just started drinking. When the food arrived we had gotten over the giggle fits.
"So dude, how long you been part of Phil's anti-drugs, liberal crusade to rid the world of mean people?"
I laughed at his one line summation of Phil's loyal posse.
"Well I like the guys and I hang around a lot, but I don't quite fit the wholesome image he fosters, and besides, I can't surf. But, I guess I've been hanging around about 2 years or so."
Austin cocked his to one side,
"So what, are gay and wholesome mutually exclusive or something?"
"Well I think that depends on who you ask?" I said smartly.
"I'm asking you." He said catching my gaze with his eyes.
"Sure, you can be gay and straight laced I suppose." I shrugged.
"Butt you aren't?"
"Well. I have been recently, but my past is somewhat sordid."
Austin just smiled and nodded,
"So, what's your preferred poison then?"
I smiled and searched for a neat analogy to keep the game going, but finally just said,
"I guess I never went any further then pot. And even that has been extremely rare as of late. I used to drink like a leprechaun in my Frat but haven't much lately. Do you really wanna know the rest of my details?"
I asked with a coy grin.
Something was going on in Austin's mind, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
The rest of the meal was insightful and we both found out we had similar music tastes including 70's and even some 60's stuff. But strangely, we both loved dance music. At that moment, Stereo MC was getting us 'connected'.
At the end of the meal Austin handed the waitress his credit card and told me to put my wallet away. I loved the casual assumption of power he took. I also liked the fact that he was keeping true to his word and taking me out to dinner. Before we left Austin handed me a card with his phone number from school and his email address.
"I don't get back here all that often during classes, but go ahead and write me. To be honest, you're about the only guy out of that group I think I'd choose to party with anymore. Some of those guys really need to learn how to loosen up and relax. So next time I hit town why don't we party a little?"
Then he thought for a second and as I was about to ask him just what he meant by "party," he broke into a big grin.
"I meant with my clothes on Perv!"
We both laughed at this and as he walked me to my car I sidestepped his hand that he'd extended and wrapped my arms around him in a big hug. He hugged me back although it was a bit tentative at first.
I got in my car and pulled over to where he'd parked, rolled my window down and said.
"way I see it is, If I've bathed you, I can damn sure hug you."
He laughed and waved at me as he slid behind his gray Dodge Dart. The muscle car fit him like that pair of jeans he was wearing.
I smiled as I drove off, feeling the card he'd given me with his email address and phone number, just to make sure I still had it.
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