WEEKEND IN HOUSTON By Chipster071053@yahoo.com
This story is mostly true...I really didn't have to add a whole lot to it, because it was a wild weekend and didn't need much added. If sex between consenting adults offends you, or such subject matter is illegal where you are, then read no further.
I'd also appreciate your comments. This is my first effort at erotic writing and I'm sure some of it is not very good, so if you want to help me polish this story, please let me know. If you have sound criticisms, please send them. If you want to flame, go elsewhere.
CHAPTER FOUR: Just Don And Me
As I woke up that Saturday morning, I realized that I was lying with Don, naked in my arms, on top of the mattresses on the floor. Don had a musky odor, which I'm sure I had, too. The room smelled of sex, a testament to the wild romp we'd had with Sara the night before.
My cock was poking into Don's left butt cheek and as I tried to pull away, Don pushed himself closer to me. He pushed my left arm down to his cock and my hand brushed against his member, which was also standing straight out. I wrapped my hand around him and slowly began to jack him off. Don's breathing was still steady, so he must have still been asleep. That thought scared me a little. I didn't want him to wake up holding him for fear of what he might think, but I reminded myself that he had put my hand where it was, so I continued my slow sliding up and down his shaft, noticing that he was starting to leak pre-cum.
He started to stretch and I pulled my hand away, but I heard him whisper not to stop, that it was a wonderful way to wake up. He yawned and turned onto his back, reaching over to grab my rod and return the favor.
We laid there for almost half an hour slowly bringing each other close to climax, then slowing down, both of us wanting to make the other last as long as possible. Finally, Don said that he couldn't hold back any longer and I watched as he shot several spurts into the air, landing on his chest, my chest and finally dwindling down to dribbles rolling down his cock into the nest of hair above his balls.
He had stopped rubbing me for a moment, but when his climax had passed, he said it was my turn and that he wanted to see how high I could shoot. His hand started its rhythmic motion again, getting faster until I couldn't take anymore. My shots didn't go quite as high as his had, but there were a lot of them, dropping down and mixing with his cum on our bodies.
It had been an intense climax for me. I was still breathing heavy as my cock softened in Don's hand. He rolled to his side, up onto his elbow and slowly lowered his lips to mine, giving me a slow, tender kiss that lasted for several minutes. Then he laid back down, his head on my shoulder, hand still on my crotch.
For about an hour, we stayed side by side, drifting in and out of sleep, until finally Don pulled himself up and said it was probably time to get cleaned up and get some food. I looked over to the clock and found that it was almost noon.
Tossing a towel wrap onto me, he said he needed a shower and from the looks of things I did, too. I told him to wait until I could get up and we could go together, but he said showering together might be tough, since we didn't know who was going to be using the showers now that the shower rooms on the other four floors had been shut down for maintenance.
Before we left the room, Don bent over and wiped the drying cum off of my chest. When he finished, I did the same to him. No sense leaving it where anyone could see it.
Don had been right about the showers. Apparently some of the guys who were staying over the weekend held a soccer match that morning and had come to clean up. There were about 10 guys there in various stages of undress and maybe another two or three already in the showers. Several others were using the rest rooms on the other side. Don and I found empty shower stalls on opposite sides of the room and climbed in.
While I cleaned myself off, I started thinking about my feelings toward Don. I hadn't ever given much thought about being gay before, but it was obvious that I was enjoying my encounters with Don. And why did I want to have more sex with him, to go further, exploring him, and not wanting to share him with Sara.
I was really attracted to Don. Even though I'd known him for years, I'd never known him like this. Did I love him? I didn't think so. Yet I found myself lusting for him, wanting to be the object of his lust, too. I also realized that tonight would be my last with him and it would be my last chance for quite a while to do anything with him, with or without Sara involved. I decided when we got back to the room, I'd ask Don what his plans were for the day and see if we could spend some time alone together and see what happened.
When we got back to the room, I asked him what the plan was, and he said we probably ought to go looking for lunch. Neither of us made any effort to approach the other for a few seconds, and then Don walked to his dresser and pulled out a pair of shorts, T-shirt and underwear. I grabbed my clothes and started dressing, too.
Don asked me if I'd like to take a tour of the campus, something we'd not had time to do yet with all of our other "activities" and I said yes. As he pulled on socks and shoes, he said he was going to check with another guy on the floor and see if I could borrow his bicycle and left the room as I finished dressing.
When the door opened again, Don came in carrying a bicycle wheel, then went to his closet and pulled out another one. He explained as we left the room that in order to keep bikes from getting stolen, they locked the frames to the outside bike racks and took the front tires inside. A few of the other dorms allowed the bikes in the rooms, but not his. When we got to the rack, he pulled out a key ring and unlocked his bike, then handed me a key and showed me where the other bike was parked. As I got it off the rack, Don showed me how to reattach the wheel using a gizmo that was on the hub of the wheel. We climbed aboard the bikes and took off toward the classroom buildings.
We peddled around the campus for a couple of hours, stopping at the Student Union for a quick sandwich. While we were there, I tried to find out what Don's plans were for the rest of the day, but he kept brushing me off and telling me about the different buildings and classes he was taking.
Eventually, Don led me past some of the residence halls and frat houses to a run-down business area a few blocks off campus. One of the stores there was an adult bookstore and as we went past, Don asked if I'd ever been in one. I didn't answer him directly, just reminded him that I also lived in a college town. I was curious about why he had brought me here.
He stopped and dismounted, looking right at me and said we should see if it was any different that the one I went to. I didn't say anything, but got off my bike and chained it next to his. (Remember, I never had said I went to any adult bookstore, he had just assumed that I did.)
We went into the place and found racks and racks of porno magazines and books. Don walked around the place like he'd been there many times as he pointed to certain pictures, not really saying anything, just walking around with me close behind. As we got to the back of the store, Don pulled out a couple of bucks and gave them to an attendant who was at the counter. I had noticed a sign indicating that admission to the arcade was "members only" but I knew that anyone could be a member if they forked out the bills. Don got back a handful of tokens and headed through the curtained doorway. I was right behind.
Behind the curtain was a long hallway lined with doors on either side. It was lighted only by a couple of red light bulbs hanging from the ceiling and a small desk light wired to the wall over a bulletin board that had the boxes from the various loop films being shown behind the doors, a choice of two in each booth.
Don said something about this being a learning experience, handed me some tokens and headed toward one of the booths. I picked the booth next to him without even looking to see what the films were.
As I got inside, I noticed my choices were a film with a blond beach boy and two buxom girls and a gay film featuring several young boys who looked to be barely 18. I dropped a token in the slot and the film began. The switch had been set to the boy and girl, and started in the middle of the loop with the two of them going at it on a beach towel in the sand. I noticed a hole in the wall between the two booths, and saw Don peeking through. I put my face closer to the hole and he pulled away. I couldn't figure out what he was trying to do here.
I did notice that he was watching two guys suck each other off in a 69 position. Why was he watching the gay film? After the sessions with Sara, I hadn't figured him to really be gay, but then again after the jack off session that morning, I wasn't sure. Especially since Don had said this outing was an educational experience.
I don't know why I did it, but I flipped the switch to the gay film and saw two guys sitting on a daybed, one reading a porn mag and the other rubbing his leg. As the one guy pulled off his shirt, the other one knelt down and fished the guy's cock out of his cutoffs through the leg opening and began to lick it, and then suck on the head. The one guy kept looking at the pictures as the other guy sucked and jacked him to a climax. The front of my shorts was tenting out, but I didn't do anything about it. Then, the film cut to the other guy face down on the bed, naked, with the magazine guy plowing into him from behind. I thought to myself how amazing it was that a guy who had just blown a huge load all over the other kid's face could turn around and fuck him. They were going at it hard as the guy behind kept slamming into the other one, whose close-ups showed him with an expression of pain mixed with pleasure.
I looked back through the hole quickly and saw Don rubbing his crotch as a similar scene played out on his screen. Suddenly the film stopped and Don asked me to pass him a token if I had any left. I did. He peaked through the hole and caught a glimpse of my aroused crotch as he took the token, and he restarted his just as the guy on my screen pulled out and splashed his load all over the other guy's back. Then my screen went dark and I was out of tokens.
Don left the booth, and I met him in the hallway. His hand covered his crotch casually, trying to hide the bulge inside. He asked if I minded if we went back to the dorm. I said no, and we walked out of the bookstore back to our bikes without saying another word.
When we got back to the dorm, I asked Don what we would be doing that night, and he said we were on our own. He told me that Sara had to work that evening and that we could go to a movie or something if I wanted to. I told Don I really wanted to spend some time with him, since we hadn't really had any time together just to talk. I saw his eyes light up and he told me he thought that might be a great idea, then he said we could go to a steak place he knew of downtown and have dinner. I told Don I really thought we needed to talk right then about what was going on.
The two mattresses were still on the floor, but Don stepped over them and sat on his desk chair and looked at me. He asked what I wanted to know, and I told him I was curious about the whole weekend. Why he had invited me to come in the first place, and were the idea came from to make it a non-stop sex romp, not that I minded. It wasn't like the Don I knew and I just wanted to know why.
He hung his head down and mumbled something about hoping I wasn't mad at him. I assured him I was far from mad, but wondered about the change in him.
He looked up with a twinkle in his eye and said that he had just discovered sex a few weeks earlier when he first met Sara. He didn't love her; he had no plans to have a future with her, but that she was someone he clicked with on a physical level. She felt the same way and they enjoyed exploring each other's bodies and trying new things. He said Sara had showed him where the bookstore was and although she'd never gone there with him, she had suggested he go and watch some of the films and get some magazines in order to get some new ideas.
Don told me it was his idea to try a three-way, but he didn't know anyone there he wanted to get involved with. Sara asked if he knew anyone he could bring to Houston, and Don said he thought about me, but didn't know why. He added that the more he thought about it, the more he thought that since I hadn't ever been seeing anyone steady that maybe I'd enjoy sex for the sake of sex. He had been right, but I told him that it had been a real leap in faith. He agreed and said that we would have been willing to drop it all if I had reacted negatively the first night.
Then he confessed that after watching me have sex with Sara Friday night that he wanted to find out what it would be like to have sex with a guy. He discussed it with Sara when he walked her out that night, and she suggested that they see how I reacted if Don paid some attention to me. While they were at the beach, they talked about what would happen Friday night and decided that if I reacted well to Don giving me a blowjob on the way back to Houston that she would arrange to get him and me together that night. He stressed that he wasn't gay, or didn't think he was, but wanted to try it, for the experience.
I just sat there, the lust beginning to boil up while I listened.
He said that the trip to the bookstore was a chance to see how I would react to gay sex. He knew the booths we chose had the gay loops and when I switched chose the gay one he had hopes that I would be interested.
I stepped over the mattresses and took Don by the shoulders. I said that I had realized he was trying to make a move on me when he got into the shower with me the day before. I let him know that I had a strong physical attraction to him as well, and that I was willing to let things play out and see what happened.
Then I told him that that if wanted to take me to bed, then he was going to have to buy me dinner first. He stood and looked right at me with a big grin on his face and said that we'd better clean up first, since the steak place wouldn't let us in wearing shorts. I grabbed him and planted a big kiss on the lips and told him that tonight was for us alone. His eyes sparkled as he kissed me again, then he reached over for the two wraps hanging on the hook above his bed and said we'd better get going.
I reached over and pulled Don's shirt off, and he did the same. We had been covered in sweat when we came in and both had strong body odor, but that didn't stop him from bending over to lick my nipples. I told him that there would be time for that later, and pulled down his shorts, fondling his cock and telling him I planned to make time for that later, too. He grabbed my shorts and gave them a playful tug and pulled them down, exposing my half-hard rod. Before he could get his hand on it, I pulled away and said that we'd better not, or there might be something showing in the hallway that we might not want anyone else to see. He reluctantly agreed and finished getting ourselves undressed and headed back to the showers.
I hoped there wouldn't be anyone there. What I saw when I got there was not what I expected.
Again, this is my first effort...I'd appreciate your comments to me at chipster071156@yahoo.com.