Zack and Jay

Zack and Jay

Chapter 2

Author Lone Wolf

I sleep better than I have in months, no dreams, no images of Josh hanging in his basement, nothing. Just, rejuvenating and replenishing sleep. I wake up just minutes before my alarm goes off, and lay in bed thinking that I haven't felt this good in a long time. I get up, grab my robe, a clean towel, and shaving kit and head down to the showers. This being the first day of class, there are guys everywhere. As I walk through the changing area into the shower room, I see flashes of bare asses, and big and small cocks. I think to myself, I just may have died and gone to heaven last night, and if I did, I don't even care. I could stay in this room forever. But, then my stomach growls and I come back to reality. I shower a little slower than normal, just so I can take in the view. I finish washing up, dry off, put on my robe, and head over to one of the sinks to shave. This is probably the best part of a public shower room, while looking into the mirror to shave, you can easily check out the guys around you without them noticing, usually.

I can see a guy in the mirror just over my left shoulder drying off. He has very chiseled features; dark eyes, very muscular body. God, how I would love to have those legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck the shit out of him, I think to myself. Just then, he turns around and bends over to dry his lower legs and feet. Fuck, it seems like I can look right up his asshole. He stands back up; turns back around to grab his underwear off the bench, and looks my direction. He realizes that I've been watching him in the mirror, flips me off, and mouths, 'Faggot' at me. Flustered, and embarrassed at getting caught, I finish shaving and leave the shower area and head back to my room.

I dress, double check my backpack to make sure I have everything I should need for the morning and head down to the commons to eat. I get my usual healthy breakfast; yogurt, a fresh bowl of fruit, a whole grain bagel, and a carton of milk. I walk over to the cashier and run my ID through the machine, and turn to look for a place to sit, and see Gary sitting at a table by himself. He notices me and motions for me to join him.

I make my way over to his table and sit down. He looks at me and says, "Feeling better today? I had to run over to the dojo yesterday, and Jack told me the way he found you. Is everything alright?"

I take a deep breath and respond to him, "Yeah, yesterday was a bad day. But today, I feel a lot better. I'm not really sure what got into me, but it seems to be gone now."

"Well, if you need to talk about anything, you know where I am. And I mean that, anything!" He says, almost brotherly.

"Thanks, that's very nice of you. But, I have an ongoing appointment with Phil, one of the school counselors, and we should be able to work out my problems, together." I tell him. We continue talking as we eat. When I'm done, I look at my watch and notice it's eight o'clock. I say, "I'd better be going, or I'm going to be late for my appointment."

"Just remember what I said, 'if you need anyone else, to talk to, you know where I am'." He says.

"Thank you," I say, "I'll remember that. Have a good day. Bye!"

"Bye!" He says. I walk over to the tray drop off area, dump by trash in one of the cans, place my tray in the bin, and leave.

I walk over to Administration Building, were the counselor's offices are located, tell the receptionist my name, and that I have an appointment with Phil. "Have a seat. I'll let him know you're here." She tells me. I sit in one of the chairs in the lobby and wait for Phil.

A tall older gentleman walks over to me and asks, "Zack Miller?"

"Yes. You must be Phil?" I ask.

"Yeah, Phil Richards, let's head up to my office, it's on the second floor." He responds.

"Richards, you're not related to Professor Richards that teaches painting here are you?" I ask.

"Actually, yes, he's me brother." He says. As we head down the main hall, turn a corner, and up the stairs, I look at him more closely and can now see the family resemblance. "And don't worry, I won't be sharing anything I already know, or anything you tell me, with him. I'm not a psychologist, I'm a licensed counselor, but I am still bound by Doctor/Patient Confidentiality. So, just remember you can tell me anything and it will be strictly between us. Except, if you say anything about doing harm to yourself or others, that, I'm required by law to turn over to the appropriate authorities." We are now entering a large office; there is a desk on one side and two large plush chairs on the other, not quite facing each other. Phil flips a sign hanging from the door around and closes it. "Have a seat. It doesn't matter which one you sit in, I'll just take the other." I sit down as he heads over to his desk and picks up a large file and takes the empty chair. "As you know, Dr. Meyers has sent me your records and recordings from your sessions with him. I will not be taping our times together, but I will be taking notes from time to time. I don't want that to disturb you. Don't think about what I could be writing, just keep talking. OK?" He asks after his, what seems to me, a very well rehearsed speech.

"Ok!" I respond.

"So, how have you first four days here gone so far?" He asks.

I tell him about the drive here, meeting John, and not trusting him for some reason. Then recount what happened Saturday night, the meeting with the Dean of Students, my meeting with Jay, my parents bringing me more of my things, and the note from Josh. I told him about me running around blindly for two and half hours and not remembering anything of the time, except the images that flashed in my head. And how I felt better last night than I had in months and then even better this morning, leaving out the fact that I had jacked off last night.

"Well, the lost time from your run yesterday obviously concerns you, but I don't think there is anything to worry about there. It is common for people in your situation to experience that from time to time. And I've read reports about some people in very deep depression after the loss of a loved one to not remember anything for days on end. We'll just monitor that for now. I want you to remember to let me know if it happens again, though, just in case. There are medications that can help with that, but I don't think you need them right now. Do you have any questions for me?" He asks.

"No, but I want to thank you for taking the time to see me, and help me through this. I don't know what I would have done if the school wouldn't have set this up. None of the guys I've meet so far seem mature enough to talk to about this, there is one who could probably handle it, but it is nice knowing I have somebody to talk to about Josh." I tell him.

"Well, that's kind of you, but you don't need to thank me. I'm here if you need to talk." He pulls a card out of the folder he had picked up off his desk when I sat down and adds handing it to me, "This is my card. If you need to talk, any time, just call the emergency number, leave a message and call back number, and I will get back to you, as soon as possible. And Zack, I don't care if it's three o'clock in the morning, if you need to talk, call me!"

"Thank you." I say.

"Well, that's about all the time we have for today. I'll see you next week." I stand, we shake hands, and I leave him sitting in his chair with him writing down some notes.

Everything goes smoothly for the next two days; it's finally time for my first session with Jay. He arrives at my room right on time. I tell him that I've gotten my first assignments for painting and photography classes, and that for my painting class the assignment is to pick any one feature of the models body and to paint a collage of it using different points of view, sizing for more detail, etc. I tell him I want to paint his eyes because I have never seen eyes as blue as his, there seems to be no discoloration around the iris as most people with blue eyes have. He tells me he gets that all the time.

I have him sit on the stool my parents brought over for me, and take a number of pictures of his eyes from different angles, distances, and then zooming in on just one eye as much as I can. We talk the whole time. He tells me about himself, about girlfriends he's had, never mentioning any names, just things they've done together, places they've gone, and some sexual encounters he's had with them. It's as if we've been friends for years. We don't even stop talking when I'm done taking pictures; we just sit there, him on the stool and me in my computer chair, talking for the rest of the session. When our times up, I get my checkbook out and write him a check for his time.

About two weeks later, my painting class is just ending when Professor Richards calls out to me to stay after class. I head down the stairs in the lecture hall towards the podium. He is standing there looking at me with a disappointed look on his face. "Sir, you wanted to see me?" I ask.

"Yes, Zach. I was grading the paintings from the first assignment and I wanted to tell you that I'm disappointed in yours." He says. "The assignment was to paint any feature of your model you wanted, there was no instructions given to alter the appearance. Nobody's eyes are as blue as the ones in your painting. Why did you take it upon yourself to alter the color?"

Hurt, I respond, "Sir, I didn't. My models eyes are that color. I have the photos I used for the painting if you would like to see them."

"You could have easily retouched them with a simple program like Microsoft Paint. You're painting gets a failing mark, because you altered the color of the eyes in your painting." I start to protest but he adds, "I won't stand here and listen to any lies. We're done." He stoops to pick up his briefcase and leaves me standing there dumbfounded.

As Jay and I have been spending most meal times and any open periods together, I know his schedule as good as mine and go to find him in the Psychology Department. I still have trouble grasping the fact that a second string quarterback at Harvard is majoring in psychology, he wants to be a consoler when his football career ends. I find him as he's walking up the front steps to a lecture hall. I inform him of what just happened with Professor Richards and he says, "Come on; let's go prove this asshole wrong."

We walk back over to Professor Richards' office and find him there. Jays says to him, "Professor Richards, I'm Jay Ferguson, Zack's model. Zack just told me what happened and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind looking at my eyes."

Irritated by the interruption, he gets up from behind his desk and walks over to us. Looks into Jay's eyes and his jaw drops, if it wasn't for his chest I think it would have it the floor. "Shit!" He says. "Zack, I guess I owe you an apology, I'm sorry. I thought you faked your painting. I've never seen anyone with eyes as blue as yours, Jay. Again, I am so sorry. I will change the grade immediately."

I thank him, and we leave the office. Once out of ear shot of his open door Jay turns to me and says, "I can't believe that asshole accused you of cheating. You should report him for that."

"No! I won't do that. If I hadn't seen your eyes for myself, and then saw a painting like mine, I wouldn't have believed it was real either. Besides, I don't think he'll be making that mistake again. And, I still have ongoing appointments with his brother." I tell him.

"Ok, I see your point, but if anything like that happens again, you had better do something about it." He says.

"Ok, I will. And thank you for coming to my defense. I really appreciate it. Well, we had better get to our classes. I'll talk to you later." I say to him.

"Yep, see you later." He responds. We walk out of the building and go our separate ways.

Towards the end of October I have an assignment coming up for a landscape painting and another for photography of the fall colors. Jack has told me about a state park about an hour north of campus and I think I could get some nice shots for both assignments. I ask Jay if he wants to go for a ride on my motorcycle with me and try and find some shots for my classes. He says that would be great, he's never been on a bike before and would love the chance to go for a ride. We make plans to go on Sunday, as the football team has a home game Saturday and then have Sunday off.

Sunday morning is finally here and Jay arrives at my dorm just as I walk out the front door. "Are you ready for a ride?" I ask.

"Yeah, I hardly slept last night, I can't wait." He responds.

I hand him my extra helmet and we walk over to the motorcycle section of the parking lot. I help adjust the straps so the helmet fits snug, but not tight. I explain to him that there is a two-way radio in the helmets so we can talk to one another during the ride. I put my helmet on, get on the motorcycle, upright it, and start it. "Ok, now you, you can hold on to me to steady yourself; and don't worry it won't bother me as long as you don't try tickling me." I tell him. He gets on the bike behind me and we leave the parking lot and head off campus.

Once off the campus and heading out of town a pick up some speed, but not to much as this is Jay's first time on a bike and I don't want to scare him. We chat a little on the way, but mostly just look at the scenery. I brake a little hard to make a turn because I didn't see the sign for the state park until the last minute, and feel Jay slide into me a little. I think to myself 'is he hard, he must really like the ride'. But, as soon as I release the brake and the g-forces let up, he immediately slides back away from me.

We enter the park and find a parking spot, and dismount from my bike. I pull off my helmet and help Jay off with his, and take my backpack off. "Well, how was the ride?" I ask him.

"That was totally awesome. I can't believe what I've been missing all these years. I just might have to go out and get myself a bike after this." He replies.

We leave the helmets on my bike and walk around looking for a nice scene to use for my pictures. After about an hour we come across a small lake with rocks along the shore on the side we are on and back dropped with a hill covered with trees in full autumn colors. "This looks perfect." I tell Jay. "What do you think?" I ask him for his opinion.

"Hey, it's your classes, but if it we're me, I'd say, yes, it's perfect." He replies.

I take about thirty pictures of the lake from just about every angle I could think of; some showing the rooks in the foreground, some standing on the rocks and just getting the water and the hill in the back. I brought a bunch of sandwiches and drinks in my backpack, so we decide to eat right there sitting on the rocks and taking in the breathtaking view. We eat and then chat for over two hours. This is so nice I don't want it to end. Just two friends out having a good time together. But, like all good things, it has to come to an end. I take a couple more shots of the lake because the lighting has changed a little while we talked and the whole thing looks so different.

We finally make our way back to my bike. On the way back to campus, with the way Jay had reacted to the ride out, I decide to pick the pace up a little. He reacts by sliding closer to me and now I can feel his hard cock jabbing me in the small of my back. He doesn't try to hide it this time; he just sits there and holds me a little tighter. "You alright back there?" I ask him through the two-way radioed helmets.

"Oh! Yeah, this is so great. I love this." He replies.

We get back to campus around five thirty and I park my motorcycle and shut it down. We dismount from the bike and take off our helmets, and I say to him, "So you really like riding? I could tell; your hard cock was poking me in the ass all the way back."

Embarrassed he says, "Zack, I'm sorry about that, I just....." and didn't say any more.

"Jay, there is nothing to be ashamed about. It happens to everyone their first time; feeling the power of the bike between your legs, and the vibrations from the road and engine in your crotch. It just happens. Crap it happened to me all the time when I was younger, when my Dad and I would go riding together. It's just something you have to get used to." I explain to him.

"Zack that may be part of it, but...., but...." He stops again.

"But what?" I ask him.

"Can we go up to room and talk, please?" He asks.

"Of course, come on." I tell him. We walk up to my dorm room, I sit on my bed and he pulls out my computer chair and sits in it. "Ok, what's wrong?" I ask him.

"Zack, this is not easy for me to say, so please don't interrupt me, and don't say anything until I'm done. Ok?" He asks.

"Ok, Jay, I like you a lot, we're friends, you can tell me anything." I say to him trying to relax him a little bit.

He sits there looking at his feet for a couple of minutes then begins, "Zack, maybe the vibrations were part of it, but I think there was more to it than that. I can't explain it, but being that close to you, holding on to you, crap; I could even smell your shampoo. I think it was more you, than the bike. God, I just don't know." He didn't continue, just sat there for a few minutes, and then finally looks up at me.

"Jay, what exactly are you trying to say? Are you saying; I turned you on?" I ask him.

"Yeah, I think so." He replies.

I get off the bed and walk over to where he is sitting and kneel down by his feet. I look at him, directly in the eyes and ask, "Jay, are you gay?"

"No! Maybe! Fuck, I don't know." He begins to cry.

My heart goes out to my twenty year old best friend. I wrap my arms around him and just hold him; while the emotions overtake him. When he finally gets himself under control, I release him, and he sits up a little. He looks directly into my eyes for a few seconds then leans forward and gives me a kiss. As soon as our lips touch, I feel an almost electric shock feeling in my lips that radiates through my whole body and seems to collect in the bit of my stomach. I pull back and look at him, did he feel that, too. I lean back into him and give him a more passionate kiss, his lips part and I explore his mouth with my tongue. He also explores my mouth with his. We continue kissing for a few minutes, and then he jerks away from me, spins the chair sideways, and bolts from my room. I get up to go after him, make it the third floor landing on the stairs, when I trip over my own feet and fall into the wall. "Jay, wait! Please, come back." I yell to the sounds of him running down the stairs. He doesn't stop, I hear him slam into the door at the bottom of the stairwell, and then nothing.

I'm finally able to get my feet untangled from each other and run down the stairs and outside looking for him. I don't see him anywhere, he just disappeared. I run back up to my room; grab my cell phone from my backpack, and dial his number. It rings twice and then nothing. I hit redial, and get a recording that the cell phone customer is unavailable and slap my phone shut. I call his room phone and ask his roommate to have him call when he gets back and he says he'll give him the message.

I wait for his call, but it never comes. At about midnight I try his phone again, same recording. I try his room again, his roommate says he's still not there and will tell him I've called twice. God, what have I done? I think to myself. Have I fucked up our friendship? How am I going to fix this? I decide to go looking for him, and head down the stairs and out into the night. I head over to his dorm and knock on his door, his roommate is really pissed that I woke him, but tells me Jay still isn't there. I walk all over the campus looking for him. I can't find him anywhere. I can see the first light of dawn on the eastern horizon when I finally get back to my dorm and up to my room. I check my phone for about the twentieth time that night for messages and again I find there are none. I fall on my bed without getting undressed and lay there unable to sleep. I just lay there looking up at the ceiling, crying and thinking how much of a fuckup I am.

I lay there until about eight, then get up and go to my eight thirty meeting with Phil, the school counselor. He asks how the last week has gone. I tell him about the ride to the state park and what happened when we got back, and spending the whole night looking for Jay. We talk about it for the whole appointment and I don't feel any better. If anything I feel worse.

Over the next two weeks I spend every waking minute, when not in class, looking for him, leaving messages everywhere for him to call me. Nothing! I walk around like a zombie, not thinking of anything except finding him and straitening out the mess I had mad, and try to ignore the ever increasing pain in my right side. I beat myself up for what I did, I knew he was straight, why did I have to kiss him?

Then on Friday night, while laying on my bed crying and feeling sorry for myself, there is a very soft knock on my door. At first I think I imagine it, but then it comes again. I get up off my bed and open the door. There, Jay stands looking almost as upset as me. I leave the door open and just turn around and go back to my bed. He comes in, closes the door, and sits in my computer chair.

"Where, the fuck, have you been?" I finally ask. Not waiting for a response, "How the fuck could you say what you did to me, kiss me, and then disappear for two weeks. I was beginning to think you went off and killed yourself. You know what happened with Josh, how could you do that to me?" Surprised by my own anger.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I should have called you. But, I needed some time to sort out my feelings on my own. And I wanted to go home and talk to my parents. I had to tell them, before I told anyone else and that includes you." He says to me.

"What was so damn important that you had to disappear for two weeks to go home and tell your parents?" I ask.

"Zack, I'm gay. And I think I'm falling in love with you." He says, with tears running down his face.

"I've known you for over two months and just about every time we've talked, you told me stories about girls you've dated, what you did on dates with them, what you did to them in bed, or what they did to you in bed. You've told me probably a hundred times you're straight. Now you're telling me you're gay? What the fuck is going on?" I ask.

He thinks for a minute then says, "Those were just stories I made up over the years to hide behind. I'm twenty years old, I'm gay, and I'm a virgin. I've never had sex with anyone. I did date a few girls in high school, but I never touched them, never did anything with them. I told them I wanted to wait until I got married, some of them where ok with that. Others just dumped me after I told them that."

"How long have you known you're gay?" I ask him, relaxing a little.

"I guess it must have been in tenth or eleventh grade when I thought I may be. I couldn't bring myself to admit it out loud though. I just thought that if I made up enough stories about girls, maybe I would start liking them. I know how that must sound to someone that is so open with their sexuality. If someone didn't know you were gay, they wouldn't have a clue. You act so straight, but you don't have a problem admitting you're gay. I know I'm not one of those queens we see all the time; I want to be like you. Confident! And I needed time to get my brain around that, and finally tell my parents that I am gay. I'm sorry I hurt you; I just couldn't tell you everything two weeks ago. I hope with time, you will forgive me, and we can get back what we had before and maybe more. I'll go now. If you want to talk, or see me again, you can call me."

He stands to leave; I get up off my bed and stop him, ignoring the stabbing pain in my side. "Don't go, please. Stay with me, I can't afford to loose you as a friend. I'm sorry I pushed you into something you weren't ready for the last time you were here. I promise I won't do that again."

"You didn't push me, I kissed you first, remember? I just couldn't handle the emotions. We had been getting along, so good, as friends. Then something hit me on that ride, I don't know what. I just knew you were the guy that could break through the walls I had built around my heart. I think I was prepared to go through life alone, until I met you, and then last Sunday, when we kissed, I felt those walls come crashing down and I guess I panicked. You had gotten through. I knew, right then, that I loved you. These last two weeks have been hell for me too; not seeing you, not talking to you. The time away made me realize that the way I left was wrong, and after talking to my parents I couldn't wait to get back here to tell you everything."

"So you're a twenty year old, college junior, second-string quarterback, virgin, gay man. Great! It's nice to finally meet the real you Jay. I'm Zack, an eighteen year old, college freshman, karate black belt, gay man." I joke to him, the anger from earlier completely gone, trying to lighten the mood a little. He finally smiles at me and we kiss, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues and holding the sides of each other's heads with our hands. I reach down and place my hand on his crotch and pull away from him for a second, and ask, "I've been wondering since the first time I saw you naked, is your father a horse?"

He laughs and says, "You have no idea how many times if been asked that in locker rooms. And the answer is no. I guess I'm just lucky in that regard, and besides I've seen you change before and you're not bad yourself. And to tell you the truth, that scares the shit out of me."

"Why?" I ask him.

"Because I want you to fuck me, but I don't want to end up not being able to sit for a week. And I really don't know how big your hard cock is, I've only seen you soft. You've seen me hard a couple of times in our photo shoots and you know what you're getting yourself into; I don't. I've never been with anyone before." He says.

"Well, actually, I have a confession to make; the pictures of you hard weren't for class, they were for me." I tell him. "And, don't be scared. I know a few 'techniques' that will help relax you when you're ready, and I promise we'll stop if it's to much for you. The last thing I would want is to hurt you, while we made love to each other." I lovingly tell him.

"'Techniques to relax me', I can't wait to see what you have in mind." He teases.

"Name the place and time and I'll be there." I tease back.

"Right here, right now!" He says, and starts tearing my clothes off me.

"Easy, slow down. We don't have to be in any hurry. And as it's your first time, I think slowly would be for the best." I tell him. I pull the hoody he's wearing; off over his head, and lay it on my chair. I give him a long passionate kiss, and pull his t-shirt over his head, too. "I've got to ask, do you shave or something, how come you don't have anybody hair?"

"It's a family 'curse'", he makes the quotes with his fingers "none of the guys in my family have much body hair. And those that do, it's very short and very fine."

I reach down and undo the button on his jeans and then unzip them for him. He lets them fall to the floor and steps out of them. I look into his eyes and ask, "Are you sure about this?"

Without hesitation he says, "More than I can ever tell you." He helps me out of my jeans, both of us now in just underwear, move over to my bed and lay down on our sides next to each other, kissing.

I lightly push him on his back and while continuing to kiss him, slide my hand down his hairless chest and abdomen to his quickly growing cock. I kneel next to him on the bed and place a finger in the waistband of his briefs on each side and lower them as he lifts up a little. I'm now looking at his twelve inch hard cut cock, and balls the size of small lemons. His pubic hair is as blonde as the hair on his head, very fine and thin, only about an inch long. I lean over him and lick his cock as it lies on his stomach, its head resting well above his belly button. God how I want him, I think to myself. I reach down and take his cock in my hand and slowly lick its head as if it where a Popsicle. I suck the tip of it into my mouth and he moans, "Oooh!" I slowly suck as much of his cock into my mouth as I can. I can only take a little over eight inches of it, but again I don't gag, it just won't go any further. I suck back up the to the tip, open my mouth and push down on his cock letting it slide down my throat, stopping in about the same place. I swallow while trying to take more of his cock in my mouth and feel his cock slide the rest of the way in. My nose is now buried in his short pubes and I can smell his natural scent, he smells so wonderful. I lick his ball sack a little, and then slowly move back up his cock. I look over at him and he smiles at me and says, "Holy fuck, I can't believe you just did that. It felt so awesome." So I do it again, and he moans very loudly. I hold his cock in my throat for as long as I can, licking his ever shrinking ball sack. I slowly suck back up to the tip turning my head to the left and right as a work my way pack to the top.

I move around between his legs and lift his left one up onto my back as I bend over his cock again. I suck him to the hilt again and slide a finger up his crack feeling my way to his hole. Once I find it, I message it with my finger and he lifts his ass off the bed a little to give me better access. I continue sucking him while messaging his hole until he's relaxed enough to allow my finger to slide in without any discomfort to him. I suck his cock and finger fuck him for a while and then slide another finger in his tight ass. He moans as I find his prostate and message it. "Oh, my God, that feels so good." He says.

I finger fuck him for a few more minutes feeling the ring of muscles just inside his asshole begin to stretch to my invading fingers, and add a third finger. "Fuck me, please!" he moans.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I ask him, quietly.

"Please! Fuck me, now!" He almost yells. I move up the bed until I can reach my bedside table, open the drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. I squirt the slippery liquid into the palm of my hand; rub it into my hard nine inch cock, and into his asshole. I move back between his legs and lift them up onto my shoulders and slide up to him, lining my hard cock up to his ready hole. I slowly start to penetrate his virgin hole, pushing just hard enough to get the tip of my cock into his ass.

"You will feel some discomfort, it will probably hurt, just tell me if you want me to stop. And Jay, don't hold your breath, keep breathing and bear down a little, it will help." I try to reassure him.

He just nods his head. So I start pushing, I can feel the tight ring of muscle slowly opening, excepting the head of my cock. I pull out almost all the way and slide back into him. I get the whole head of my cock in this time and stop, allowing him to adjust to the size of my cock. He lays there with his eyes closed moaning slightly, breathing heavily. I push into him harder and get about half way in, and pull back a little, and push in harder still. "Oh, God, that hurts, stop for a second."

"Do you want me to take it out?" I ask him, concerned.

"No, just don't move for a minute." He responds.

"Bear down a little, it will help." I remind him. I feel the pressure let up on my cock so I begin to slowly pull out about two inches then slide back in to where I had been. I fuck him like that for a few minutes and then with each push into him he manages to take a little more with each stroke. After about ten minutes I'm buried in his ass up to the hilt. I slowly pull most of the way out of him before sliding my cock back into him all the way, each time in making sure to push on his prostate with my cock.

"Oh, God, you feel so good in my ass. Fuck me!" He moans.

I pick up the pass; I slide most of the way out and then drive my cock home. I feel around with the tip of my cock until I find his 'g-spot' and adjust my position to change the angle of my cock, making sure his prostrate takes the brunt of the fucking. Each time I slide into him, I crush my cock against his prostate, his dick is now leaking pre-cum all over the place and he is moaning loudly with every thrust I make into his tight ass. I fuck him and can feel the tingling starting in the pit of my stomach. I force my member into his ass even deep, my balls slapping off his ass with every thrust. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I moan. I fuck his ass for all I'm worth, ignoring the growing pain in my side, and can feel his muscles tightening; his ass clamps down on my cock and puts me over the edge. "I'm cumming!" I moan. I shot load after load into his ass, and I can feel spasms from his ass ring that just sends me into ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, too." He moans, and starts shooting his cum all over his chest and stomach. I finally finish filling him with my fluids, pull out and flop down on the bed next to him; exhausted. "Holy shit, I didn't know a guy could cum without having his cock touched. How'd you do that?" He asks breathlessly.

Still trying to catch my breath I respond, "It's the prostate." I take a deep breath and continue, "If you can message it long enough" I take another deep breath, "and hard enough, you'll make any guy cum." I want to taste his cum, so I lean over him and lick a small amount off his chest. "Oh God, you taste so good." And lick his entire chest and stomach clean. I hold some of it in my mouth, then move back up to him and kiss him, letting him taste his own cum. We kiss for a little while, and then fall asleep, my head lying on his shoulder, his arm around me.

Around two am; I'm awakened by frantic banging on my door. I jump out of bed with searing pain in my side, through the blankets over Jay, grab my jeans and force them up my legs. Trying to pull them up and get to the door, I finally manage somehow to pull then on and open the door as I zip up. Dan, the JRA, is standing there with a terrified look on his face.

"Fight," he says. "I need help breaking it up." I follow him down the hall at a run and enter a room diagonally from his. There are three guys kicking another one that is lying on the floor, covered in blood. I grab the first one I come to in a wrist lock, spin him around, holding his arm behind his back and slam him into the wall. I forcibly smash my left forearm into his neck, pushing the side of his face into the wall and yank up on his right arm, lifting him off the floor.

I look at the open door and see a guy standing there watching "Come here and hold him!" He comes over to me and takes the guys arm from me and places his left arm where mine had been. "If he gives you any trouble, just yank up on his right arm and he'll stop fighting." I turn and see Dan trying to pin one of the others to the floor, so go after the third guy. He is still standing over the guy on the floor kicking him and has his back to me. I come up behind him and drive my fingers into the soft spot on the top of his shoulder as hard as I can, then placing my thumb on the back of it; I squeeze the nerve bundle that I know is there. He immediately stops kicking the guy on the floor and lets out a scream of pain. I don't let up; I just drive my fingers into the sensitive spot harder, he finally goes limp and drops to his knees on the floor. I turn and see Dan still struggling with the guy on the floor right behind me. I say to the guy I'm holding, "You're not going to do anything stupid, right?" He shakes his head. I squat down next to him, flinch at the pain in my side, keeping my right hand dug into his shoulder and drive my left thumb into the soft spot behind the ear lope of the guy Dan has pinned to the floor. He screams in pain and finally stops fighting. I let up a little put keep my thumb in place, just incase.

Jay comes into the room from the door where he has been watching and says to me, "What do you want me to do?"

"Call 911. Tell them we need the police and an ambulance, now!" I almost yell at him. I look over to the first guy I had subdued and notice the toes of his hiking bouts are not touching the floor. "Hey you," I say to the guy holding him, "you're going to dislocate his shoulder, let up on his arm!" He lowers the guy a little so he's a least standing. The guy I'm holding is starting to try and pull away from me; so I drive my fingers into his shoulder again and squeeze for all I'm worth. He lets out another scream and his head falls back due to the sensory overload and pain. I realize it's the guy I had checked out in the shower room on the first day of class.

I can hear sirens in the distance and tell Jay, "Go out on the balcony, when the police get here, yell down to them that we need a first aide kit." I glance over at the guy that has been beat up and see that his face is covered in blood, he has cuts everywhere, his whole face is swelling and I can see bruises already beginning to form on his stomach. He must have lost control of his bladder sometime during the fight and by the color of the stains on the front of his white boxers, he has internal bleeding somewhere.

The sirens stop in front of our dorm and go quiet. I hear Jay yell down to them, that we need a first aide kit if they have one. Then Jay returns into the room. "They've got one, and they're on their way up." He says, kneeling next to the injured kid to help. "He looks really bad, and I think he's unconscious." He says to me. The Campus Police finally get to the room and take control of the three guys we've been holding onto, put them into handcuffs and then start asking questions, while one of them checks on the injured student. I finally find out his name is Chris, and that the reason they three guys had beat him up is; he's gay. The ambulance finally shows up and the EMTs work on Chris for about twenty minutes before they load him onto the gurney and take him down the elevator.

The police are about to escort the three out, when the big guy from the shower room asks, "So Ferguson, how come you're here tonight and not in your dorm with the rest of the team?"

Jay says to him, "I thought I would spend the night with my boyfriend, but some punks woke me up by kicking the shit out of a gay guy. You got a problem with that?"

He tries pulling away from the office that is holding him and I step up and reach for his shoulder. I don't even touch him and he starts whimpering, and stands down. The officer escorts him out of the room.

Alone with Jay and Dan, Dan turns to me and says, "Thanks for the help. I tried to get them off him before I woke you up, but it was like I wasn't even here."

"No problem, I just hope Chris will be all right. Well, were going back to bed, if anybody wants to talk to me about what happened; they're going to have to wait till morning." I tell him.

Jay and I leave the room and walk down the hall with our arms around each others waists. Back in my room I look at him and ask, "So I guess I don't have to keep your secret?"

"No secrets. I've been living a lie for over five years and I'm done with that. From here on out; it's the truth. And besides, with what happened with Josh, I couldn't do that to you." He says to me and smiles.

"What about football? I know how most of the guys on the team will react. They're not going to want a gay guy on the team, let alone change with one in the locker room." I tell him.

He sits down on the bed and pulls me down beside him, and says, "Zack, that's one of the reasons I was gone for as long as I was. I explained to my parents that I was gay, and that I was quitting football. My Dad threw a fit, but in the end he knew it was the right thing to do."

"You can't quit football. It's been your dream for so long. And what about school, if you drop from the team, won't you loose your scholarship?" I ask him.

"Football wasn't my dream, it was my father's. I did it when I was younger, because he wanted me to do it. I like playing football, don't get me wrong, I just don't love it. And as far as the scholarship goes; it wasn't for football. I got it on academics just like you. Granted I didn't get a full-ride like you did. But, it helps out, and I wouldn't be here without it." He explains to me. "Mom was Ok with everything, and I guess so was Dad, except the football thing. That took some time for him to except."

"Well, it's been a long day and night, I'm going back to sleep. You're spending the night, right?" I ask him.

"Why, are you throwing me out?" He jokingly asks.

"Not on your life. You can stay as long as you want. Shit, you can even move in here if you want. It will save you from having to pay for your dorm room." I tell him.

"That's nice of you, but I think we should take it slow for now. You know; get to now each other better, before we go and move in together. And don't think I'm ruling it completely, because I'm not. It's just going to take some time for me to get used to all of this. Ok?" He asks.

"Yeah, I know. It was just a thought. And Jay thanks for coming back to me in one piece. I really like you, I think I may even love you, but after what happened with Josh I just can't say that I do right now. Do you understand?"

"I Know." He says. "It will take time for you to recover from your loss. And I also know that when you're ready, you will be able to say it."

I lean over to him, give him a kiss and feel that electric feeling again. I pull back and look at him, "Do you feel that, too?" I ask.

"What; that tingling in my lips when we kiss? God, yes, I thought it was just me." He says.

"Nope, I feel it, too." I reply to him.

"Zach, how come you didn't use karate to break up the fight?" He asks.

"I've been really tired since you left; I guess I didn't sleep very well while you were gone. And I keep getting these stabbing pains in my side, I think I pulled a muscle or something. If it is a pulled muscle I didn't want to make it worse by doing karate. What I did do was enough though, my side is killing me." I tell him.

"Where exactly does it hurt?" he asks.

I place my hand on my right side, just over from and above my groin. He looks at me concerned, but doesn't say anything. "I just over did it at karate last week Saturday, that's all. I'll be alright," I tell him.

"I want to take you to the hospital, just incase." He tells me.

"No, I'll be alright. I'm just tired and want to go to sleep. OK?" I ask.

"Ok! But if it's not better tomorrow, we're going to the ER. And that is not an option."

"Alright, let's get back to sleep." We strip and climb back into bed and I fall almost instantly back to sleep.

I'm awoken a few hours later by excruciating pain in my side, and feeling like I'm going to vomit. I get out of bed, quietly, as not to wake Jay. I head to the small bathroom and close the door, before turning on the light. Just make it down on my knees in front of the toilet before I throw up everything that still remains there from my last meal. Then continue to dry heave for what seems like hours. I'm not sure why, but while vomiting the pain in my side disappears, and I feel a little better.

There is a knock on the door and Jay asks, "Are you all right? Can I come in?"

"Yes" is all I can manage to say. The door opens and Jay comes to me, kneels down beside me and holds me.

"You're burning up! Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital right now. I think it's your appendix, and if it is you shouldn't have waited this long." He says helping me up. I don't resist.

"I'm feeling better, now. It doesn't hurt anymore." I tell him. "Honest!" I add because of the skeptical look on his face.

"I don't care, we're going." He helps me get dressed. And I sit on my bed watching him dress, and then the room starts to spin.

"Jay........." I say as everything goes black.

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