Ten Years Later

Ten Year Later, Part III

Ten Years Later III
"Getting To Know My Fantasy"
By Joey E

As promised, here is the third installment of my story, Ten Years Later. I would like to thank the readers for all the good responses to this story. Thanks for the encouragement to continue. As stated before, this is a story about two gay guys. If you are offended by such a subject, then leave. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), then leave. Copyright 2005. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real life is strictly coincidental.

"Well, I don't have to," I said. "Why? Did you really want to hang out with me?"

"Yeah I do. I'm sure you don't believe me, and after all, I was sort of a dick to you in high school. But, I wanted to hang out with you, get to know you."

What the fuck was going on here? I still didn't have a clue, but he sounded sincere enough.

"Okay," I said. "I'm game."

"Awesome, bro," he said, sitting back down on the couch and taking a sip of his beer.

I buttoned my shorts back up and sat back down with him. He was looking at me, just smiling.

"What?" I asked.

"It's strange. I guess I owe you an explanation to you, don't I?"

"Dude, I don't care what you are. I heard rumors you were bi, but I didn't have any balls back then to approach you."

"Yeah, I've played around with plenty of chicks and guys," he said, grinning.

He began to adjust himself again and I couldn't help but look. Of course, he noticed and he grinned at me again.

"Joey, I remember the first time I caught you checking me out like you are now."

I never understood why the cocky jocks tended to adjust themselves constantly. Was it because they did it to impress other jocks? Was it because they just liked showing it off? Or did it just feel good to play with themselves?

"When was that?" I asked.

"In seventh grade. Remember? We had a couple classes together. You sat next to me in French class."

"Oh yeah, I remember that..."

"Yeah, I remember seein' you check me out as I did this," he said, reaching into his shorts.

He laughed out loud. "I'll never forget the look on your face. That's what keyed me into that you were fascinated by it. I made sure to do that every class in front of you."

"You mean you got off on makin' me uncomfortable? God, you are an asshole!" I said, joking.

"Of course, I noticed you checking me out when we wrestled in middle school. I knew I had a good package here, and I noticed you thought so too. Fuck, I remember watching you on the mat during your matches. Seein' your hot ass through those singlets. I so wished you were in my weight class..."

"Damn," I said, not knowing why I didn't pick up on that. I was totally naive back then, and I had no clue what was happening.

"Then there was that time in high school when we had to have that swim test. I remember that was the first time I saw you totally naked. I remember you trying to hide yourself, and I remember you checkin' me out. I started to get hard, noticing you checking me out. That was hot."

He pulled me into him and wrapped his arm around me as we sat there on the couch, shirtless. He felt so good next to me. I wrapped my arms around his torso and we sat there for a moment in silence. He ran his hand through my hair and said, "You're so fuckin' cute. I'm glad you came over today."

"Yeah me too," I said. "So, do you still beat off at least three times day?"

He laughed and said, "Yeah, sometimes more."

"Are you bi or what?" I asked.

"Nah, bro, I'm pretty much gay. It's true, I was bi back in high school, but now I prefer the company of another young, hot stud. Hard to believe, ain't it?"

"Well, are you out?" I asked, knowing he still kept in contact with his HS buds.

"I gotta be careful, being a phys ed teacher and all too. Don't want some hot young boy accusing me of molesting him in the locker room. And, I have to be careful around some of my buds. Some of them know, some of them don't."

"Damn," I said, taking a sip of my beer. "How do you do it?"

"Well, a guy has to fuck every now and then, and yes, I do still fuck women. Anything just to get off. I have a few buds from college who I still get it on with though. But, other than that, it's just me, the dvd player, and my fist," he explained, making a jacking motion with his fist over his crotch.

I had to laugh at that one. "Yeah, I hear you, man. I have a few fuck buddies, but other than that, I'm the same way."

"Yeah, sometimes I'd rather stroke than poke, bro, chick or dude."

"I know what you mean. Nothin' like just taking a good long stroke session with yourself."

He chuckled. "Well, there is one thing better. Strokin' with a bud. How many times a day do you do it?"

"At least three," I said, grinning.

"Mmm...I'd like to see that again."

"Maybe you will one of these days... Hey wait a minute! What do you mean again?" I asked, realizing what he just said.

"I've already seen you relieve yourself back in middle school, bro."

I took a moment and thought back. There was only one time that I actually jacked it while I was in school.

For some reason, I was extra horny the whole day. On top of that, I fuckin' missed my bus home. It was only 45 minutes until the late bus came along, so I decided just to wait it out. I had nothing better to do. My cock was rock hard for most of the afternoon, after seeing, none other than my boy, Jason. I decided to duck into a rest room, where I had thought no one would be, and stood in a stall. I took about maybe ten strokes, and I shot. Keep in mind, I had only begun shooting about three months before this. I wasn't quite prepared for what was going to erupt out of my cock. The freakin' load shot up and landed on the wall. I hadn't ever shot a load like that before. I wiped it off the best I could, cleaned myself up, and walked out of that room with a smile on my face.

"You were in there?" I asked.

"Yeah, doing the same thing until you interrupted me!" he said, laughing.

"Damn," I said. "You actually saw me shoot it on the wall?"

"Fuck yeah, I almost lost it and shot it on your back when you did that."

"Yeah, it was hot all right," I said, snuggling closer to him.

He tightened his hold around me and I looked up at him.

"I always thought you were a hot dude, bro," he said, softly.

I couldn't believe I was here, in Jason's apartment, with his arms wrapped around me.

"Oh, not to bring this up now, but you do know not to talk about this, don't you?"

I looked at him if he were crazy. "I thought that was to be expected."

"Cool, man, just making sure. Once again, I apologize for being such a dickhead back then. I didn't know what I was doing or how to get you, but I knew that there was something about you that turned me on."

"Hey, we were both young idiots. It's cool with me now."

"Cool," he said, kissing me on the cheek. "So, bud, what do you want to do now?"

"Well give me a few minutes and we'll get back to living out our fantasies," I said, smiling.

"We'll have time to do that later. Do you have to be back tonight?" he asked.

"No, not really. I have to be back by tomorrow morning though. I've got a gig tomorrow afternoon."

"A gig?" he asked, surprised. Then as if a light bulb went on in his head, he practically shouted, "Oh that's right! You played the keyboard!"

I looked at him, completely astounded that he would've remembered that.

"What?" he asked, seeming insulted that I would think he wouldn't remember that. "I remember you used to play. You used to play real well!"

"I'm just surprised that you would remember that," I said. This was weird. Perhaps he had paid more attention to me than I thought he did. Perhaps he did think I was hot back then.

"Well, I do, bro. Glad to hear you're still playing."

"Thanks. Actually, the gig tomorrow is a wedding reception. I'm going to DJ it."

"No, shit," he said. "You spin?"

"Well, I wouldn't call DJ'ing a wedding reception spinning, but yeah, I spin," I answered.

"That's awesome. Can you mix and all that shit?"

"Somewhat. Haven't really had the opportunity to really mix at like a club or anything like that. But, I've played around with it."

"Aw, dude, I've got a bud who mixes at this club on weekends. Would you like to DJ at a club?"

"Fuck yeah! Just never knew how to go about doing it."

"Well, let me talk to him and maybe he can get you started or something," he said.

"Sweet," I answered.

"Here, bro, get up," he said, taking his arm away from me.

I moved aside to let him up off the couch. What the fuck was he up to now?

"I gotta piss," he said, grabbing his cock again. Even though I had just shot a load about ten minutes ago, I felt my dick jump slightly when I saw him do that.

I took a look around his living room. He had DVD's on a shelf. I got up to look at what kind of movies he was into. They were mostly action/adventure movies, but with some romantic comedies and even a movie musical.

"Hey Joey," he said, as he walked back in the room.

I looked up at him.

"It's a nice day out. Wanna go to the park and throw around a ball or something?" he asked.

Knowing full well that I would make a fool of myself in front of this former jock, I hesitated.

"Uh, what kind of ball?"

"I don't know, any kind. Baseball, football, whatever. I just wanna get out of here when it's such a nice day out."

"You know I'm not the most coordinated when it comes to sports," I said. "Don't you remember? You used to make fun of me whenever we had to play basketball in gym class."

His face lightened up and he smiled when I said that. "Yeah, I remember. But, you were always determined to try back then. I liked that about you. You could've easily just stood on the sidelines, but you were in there trying. I seem to remember though that you were good at soccer."

I grinned when he said that. He was right. I was decent at soccer, even played on a junior league for two years. My second year in that league, I wondered why the hell the coach wanted me to play right wing. Turns out I was one of the better players on the team. My favorite position was halfback though.

"Don't you remember in gym class? We were on opposing teams the one day. I was headed straight for the goal and you fuckin' got in my way?"

"Oh yeah! I remember now. I saw you having a clear shot to the goal and I just had to get in there to stop you..."

"Yeah, I also remember something else too..." he started to say.

It was true. I remembered seeing him getting ready to kick the ball, and I got in there and ran full force at him. Just as he kicked the ball, I was practically right in front of him and kicked it with all my might. Turns out, the ball went my way. I also got a bad ass kick in the shin from Jason and fell on top of him. The game went on, but I couldn't believe I was on top of my fuckin' dream boy. I just laid there, knowing I was there for a little too long.

"Hey Joey, you gonna get up, or are you gonna just poke your fuckin' cock at me all day?"

I turned bright red and got up immediately. I ran away, looking back at him, adjusting himself as usual. He stuck his tongue out at me erotically and then laughed.

"Dude, you were such a tease back then..."

He ran his hand through my hair. "I wasn't teasin' you bro. I was serious. You only thought I was teasin' though. But at any rate, what do you say? We'll throw a football around?"

I got up and said, "Sure, what the hell?"

"And maybe we can grab something to eat and a movie afterwards," he said, putting on a t-shirt.

"Sounds good to me."

Just as we were about to leave, his phone began to ring.

"Aw shit," he said, running back to the kitchen where his phone was. I stood at the top of the steps, giving him his privacy.

"Hey," I heard him say. "No, not tonight man. I'm busy."

The conversation went on.

"Tell Sanders he can blow me," he said laughing.

"Huh? No, I told you, bro, I'm busy....shut up. No, it ain't him. It's an old bud of mine from high school....Yeah, that's him. He's here now"

"Nah, nothing like that, bud. You know me..."

"Yeah, but I'm about to run out the door, bud. Next time, I'll go, okay?"

"All right, bud, I'll give you the details later, but I really have to go. Later!"

I heard him hang up the phone. He came from around the corner, saw me, and grinned.

"One of my gay buds. Man, I swear, guys are nothin' but fuckin' pigs!" he said, as he grabbed his visor.

"Yeah, and so are we!" I said

He held up his hand for a high-five. "That's what I'm talkin' about Joey!"

I slapped it and we headed out the door.

"We'll walk, bro. It's just like a mile away, anyway."

I knew exactly what park he was talking about. They had basketball courts there, a few swings and monkey bars. The field also used to be home to the midget football team. I used to go this park when I was growing up, being that my house was even closer to it than the apartment complex was. He looked so cute, walking next to me, clutching onto a football he had brought to toss around.

"So, you really grew up in this neighborhood, Joey?" he asked, as we were passing my old street.

"Yeah, funny you should mention that. My old house is right there," I said pointing to the house that was the first on the left.

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "So, that's where you grew up eh?"

We continued walking and his arm stayed on my shoulder for a little longer than I thought it should have. I got a little nervous and spoke up.

"Be careful dude, my old neighbors still live here," I said, looking up at him.

He looked down at me and grinned. He took away his arm, though I really didn't want him to at heart, but I knew it was best. I also knew that what he just did was fine, but if it stayed there any longer, it might have looked a little strange. I was glad that he understood where I was coming from.

"So, have you ever dated someone seriously?" he asked, as we resumed walking.

"Yeah, several," I answered. "You?"

"Chick or dude?" he asked.

"Either," I said.

"I was with a chick before I actually came out to myself. But, as for a dude, yeah, I did while I was in college. We were roommates, actually," he said. "We both were on the college wrestling team, and well, one thing led to another. But that's the closest thing to a relationship I ever had with a dude."

"That's cool.," I said, as we made our way into the park.

"Well, bro, head down there a few yards. Let's see what you got," he said, once we reached the old football field.

"It won't be much," I said, knowing that it might turn out to be a big comedy scene.

"You'll be fine, Joey," he yelled, as I walked away from him. I smiled after he said that. I turned back around to face him once I was where I wanted to be.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," I yelled back.

"Tell you what, bro, when you catch it, you run towards me and I'll try to tackle you, okay?" he asked.

"Huh?" I asked, wondering what that was going to accomplish.

"Just do it, bro," he said. "Here it comes!'

He hurled the football towards me with that great arm of his and I focused on catching the ball, praying to god that I would catch it. I stretched out my arms and his throw was right on the money. I caught it, and wanted to jump for joy. Then I saw him starting to come towards me and remembered to run towards him. I couldn't help b ut start to laugh as I ran full steam ahead. I tried to fake him by running in run direction and swiftly turning at the last minute. I briefly thought that maybe I could run in between his legs and totally throw him off guard. But he caught me and brought me down, lightly. Surprisingly, I landed right on top of him.

"Mmm..." was all he said.

"You bitch!" I said, laughing as I felt him ran his hand over my ass.

"Yeah? What about it?" he asked, pushing me off of him. As I got up, he slapped me on the ass and said, "Good catch!"

I went back down again and attempt to catch another pass from him. This time it wasn't happening for me. I misjudged the distance and it came right down on top of me, hitting me on the head. I looked over at Jason, who was cracking up.

"Oh, bro, you should've seen your face!" he said, still laughing.

"Aw, shut the fuck up," I said, now laughing with him. Only I could do something like that. I picked the ball back up and attempted to throw it back to him. Which only proved to be more funny. I almost never played football growing up. I tried to throw it the best way I knew how and missed him completely. Naturally, it only made him laugh more.

"Hey! At least it went forward!" I said, in defense.

"Yeah, I'll give you that," he said, before he ran over to pick up the ball.

"You ready?" he asked, when he was back in his place.

"Yeah..." I answered.

I caught his next pass and ran toward him. He had a wicked grin on his face while I was running towards him. He stood there and just adjusted himself. That made me more determined to run past him. He started running towards me then and then proceeded to pick me up. Then he started running me with me in his arms like a baby. I just giggled as he ran with me. He made about twenty yards down and then kissed me on the cheek and set me down.

"You're so cute," he said, softly in his hoarse voice.

I stood there, just looking at this hot guy. I couldn't believe after all these years, he was saying this to me. It wasn't the first time he said it, but this time I believed him.

"What?" he asked. "You checkin' me out again, Joey boy?"

"I can't help it," I said, coming back to reality.

"That's all right. I've been checkin' out that ass and package ever since yesterday. Come on, go down a few yards. Let's pass some more."

And so we did. I got gradually better, though not great. He commented on my good catches and passes. It's crazy, but I actually felt good when he did that. I knew that he might be only doing it to give me confidence, but it still felt good . We stopped after about an hour or so of this clowning around and groping.

The last throw I caught, I just stood there. He looked at me, wondering what I was doing. I just stood there with a big grin on my face.

"You want it?" I asked.

He started to walk towards me, slowly.

"Yeah, I want it," he said in a low, sexy voice.

He walked slowly up to me until he was inches from me, never taking his eyes off of mine. I wanted to just crumble to the ground as I saw this big, muscular dude walk towards me. It was like slow-motion in the movies. I could feel my blood racing through my veins.

Then, as if to do a reality check, he look around the field to make sure no one was watching, and planted a kiss on me. I dropped the football and wrapped my arms around him. We made out, right there, on the field. To be honest, I had never kissed a guy in my old neighborhood before. But, by this time, I didn't care if anyone saw or not. This boy was hot, and he was all mine for the moment.

He suddenly broke the kiss and smiled at me.

"Aw, bro, you're so fuckin' hot!" he yelled. "Damn! Wanna suck me off right here?"

Though I am not opposed to public sex, I thought that was a little too much, even for me. Fortunately, two kids started walking towards the field right then.

"Uh, I think I'll take a raincheck on that one," I said, pointing to the kids.

"Oh shit," Jason said, and then started to laugh. "Come on, bud," he said, wrapping his arm around me. "Let's go get something to eat. Man, I'm starved. I didn't have anything to eat yet today!"

"Sounds good to me," I said.

We made our way back to his apartment without incident. Though I do remember feeling his hand brush against my ass a couple of times. Every time I would feel it, I'd look up at him and he'd just grin at me. I started getting into the games with him after that. I would crop a feel every now and then as well. By the time we got back to the complex, we were practically chasing each other, trying to touch the other. I'm sure to the average eye, it looked weird.

We walked into his apartment and he ran into his bedroom to drop off the ball and pick up his keys and wallet. When he came back out, I was still standing and I grabbed him. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him on the lips.

"Mmm..' he moaned.. "Joey, Joey, Joey," he said, as I felt his biceps. "Man, what were we missing, growing up?"

"Fuck, I know," I said, imagining how it could have been. "You wanna get off again before we get something to eat?"

He chuckled and answered, "Nah....I'll wait, if you want to wait. We have all afternoon and evening. And you are spending the night."

"Oh am I?" I asked, kissing him on the cheek.

"Yes, baby, you are," he said, smacking me on the ass. "Now, let's go, Joey! I'll drive."

And that wraps up part three of "Ten Years Later". Hope you enjoyed it. As always, please send any comments to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com