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Lacrosse Lover: Chapter 7
By Mark (BostonBiGuy) some1yuno@hotmail.com
I was changing out of my practice clothes when Chris came by my locker.
"I got a new CD yesterday, want to get together after practice to listen to it?"
"Sure we can meet up at my place."
"Ok, cool."
I knew what Chris really meant, it was a little code language that we had developed in the past several weeks. I knew he wanted to get together for some quick sex before Thanksgiving break. He was going to be gone home for the break. I couldn't afford the tickets to fly back home to Arizona so I was going to be staying here over the break. I wasn't really upset about not going home for Thanksgiving, but I didn't particularly like the thought of being stuck here on campus when UVA turned into a ghost town.
Rob came up to his locker next to mine. "So what are your plans for Thanksgiving? Going back home?"
"No, I can't afford the plane tickets so I'll be staying here on campus."
"Where are you staying at?"
"I guess my dorm room." "You don't want to be stuck in the dorms over Thanksgiving, it's hell."
"Don't really have much choice though."
"Sure you do. You can stay with me."
"You're not going home?"
"Nope. I don't go home for most of the breaks. Those I do go home for it's only for a short while, just a couple days for the long breaks."
"What about your roommates?"
"Matt is going home for the break, and Jeff will be going to be with his fiancée and her family so it'll just be us."
"Do you think they'd mind?"
"Nah, they probably won't mind at all. I'll check with them tonight just to make sure, but I doubt either will have a problem."
"Ok, that'd be cool." I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers. I showered quickly and returned to my locker to dress. I told Rob goodbye and headed to my dorm room where I'd be meeting Chris shortly. He'd probably be here about 15 minutes after I got back - which was his usual timing. I opened the laptop and let the system power up so I could check my mail while I waited for him. While I was still checking my mail there was a knock at the door. I looked at my watch - he was right on time. I opened the door for him.
He shut the door then said, "You're still dressed, I was hoping you'd meet me naked."
"And if it hadn't been you knocking they'd have received one hell of a shock."
"You mean they'd have gotten one hell of a hardon."
"Well possibly that too. Besides this way you can help me undress, kinda like opening a present."
"I love opening presents, at least I don't have to wait until Christmas." Chris had barely dressed after leaving the locker room making it easy for him to strip down to nothing. It only took him 30 seconds to undress then he came over to me.
His dick was already hard with anticipation, I reached down and wrapped my hand around it. I squeezed his cock tightly, then gave it a few strokes. "Mmmmm." he moaned. He began to unbutton my shirt while kissing my neck - occasionally biting me gently. Once my shirt was gone he started to lick his way down my chest heading for one of my nipples.
Most of the time my nipples weren't that sensitive - I did enjoy the nipple play, but I think Chris enjoyed playing with my nipples more than I did. He did have a talented mouth, which while wasted on my nipples did a hell of a job on my cock and balls. As he removed my pants he moved lower to play with my navel. His tongue running along my abs as it slid around my belly button. Finally he removed my boxers and slid them to the ground licking the head of my dick a bit before allowing me to step out of them.
He only wasted time to say one thing, "Sixty-nine?"
I nodded and we moved over to the bed to be more comfortable. I lay down on my side and he positioned himself accordingly his tongue preceding the rest of his body in position.
Before Chris I had thought I was a horny guy - he was totally insatiable. It was only time and my stamina that limited our sexual escapades. Given the time he'd probably fuck for 24 hours straight - not worrying about sleep, or food or drinking anything, sex was his concern. I'd talk to him some nights after we'd had sex - he'd still beat off before bed.
His tongue had started at my balls, sucking them in one at a time, licking each of them. I focused on his cock, I gripped the shaft with my hand squeezing it while I licked the head. I'd learned from previous encounters that this was what he enjoyed most, at least at first. He moved his efforts to my cock now - his head quickly enveloping the head and part of the shaft. I began to cover more of his cock with my tongue now, making the whole shift slick with saliva. I moved my head away just a bit and began to blow on his cock.
Chris's body shivered next to me with pleasure - his body spasms produced a large amount of precum as usual. I lapped at the juice dripping from his cock and watching as his body reacted to the sensations. I began to swallow his cock, my lips wrapped around his head. His cock was red-hot in my mouth as I sucked on him. He was increasing his efforts on my cock, his head was now bobbing on the shaft and his tongue flicked around my entire member as his head moved.
I increased my pace on his dick, trying to catch up with him so that our orgasms would be close. To excite him further I stopped sucking and licked a finger, which I began to run around his asshole. His hips rocked against my finger causing his dick to slide in and out of my mouth. I slid my finger into him and began pressing against his prostate. His hips bucked at the pressure and he began sucking on my dick even harder. Having a finger in his ass always turned him on, though not as much as being fucked.
He began thrusting harder and I could see his balls began to tighten up as I watched. I was getting close as well - it had been a few days since we last had sex and I'd started getting used to it on a regular basis. After this it'd probably be a full week before we had sex again since he was leaving for the break.
We continued our thrusting into each other - both enjoying and being enjoyed. Chris was thrusting harder now - I could feel his ass tightening around my finger. His cock was starting to twitch in my mouth and I knew he was there. I pulled back leaving only the head in my mouth as he shot his jism onto my waiting tongue. His head paused its motions when he came but the incredible suction never ceased. His moans caused sensations on my cock as his body shook with orgasm. His orgasm passed, he quickly began sucking me off again.
This time he was going full fury to get me off as quickly as possible I lay back enjoying the sensations of his hot tongue on my dick as his head plunged rapidly down the shaft and pulling back up just as quickly. It was less than two minutes before I was cumming - he swallowed quickly. After he finished cleaning me off we lay there briefly enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss.
We didn't stay there long though. Within a few minutes Chris stood up and began to get dressed. I also stood up but didn't bother to dress just yet. Instead I went over to my desk and sat down. Once finished dressing Chris came over to me, "I hope you have a good break."
"You too."
He leaned towards me, I briefly thought he was going to kiss me, instead he licked along my jaw and then nibbled on my ear a bit. He never kissed me, I never kissed him either though. It was a kind of unspoken agreement, we were just friends and just sex friends. For both of us kissing would have crossed that line between sex-buddies and a relationship - I wanted a relationship, but I didn't think Chris was what I wanted. We hung out together quite frequently, we had sex frequently, but we weren't a couple by any means.
I hardly talked to him when we weren't together - in all the relationships with girls I'd had in high school I always called them. I talked to them every night, I talked to them during the day - communication was always important. Chris and I were nothing like that it was usually sporadic when we got together and hung out - frequently having sex at the times we were alone together. It certainly wasn't the relationship I'd envisioned.
I really liked what I had with Chris, but I was still alone in my bed at night. Regardless it met my needs for companionship and for sexual release - but fulfilling the need to be loved would have to wait. I was still sitting at my desk when the phone rang and startled me from my introspection.
"Hey Charles, I talked to my roommates, neither one minds. Jeff said you could use his bed to sleep in just as long as you change the sheets."
"Ok, cool."
"Matt left today and Jeff will be leaving tomorrow morning so anytime after noon tomorrow is good."
"Ok, great. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Ok, see ya tomorrow."
I hung up the phone and sighed. Rob was the kind of guy I wanted to be with. There had always been this connection from the first time we'd met. I'd been attracted to him of course, but when I was around him it felt like I'd known him for a long time. It was like we were old friends, someone that I should have been able to tell everything to - of course I couldn't, I didn't want to lose him or drive him away. I could share my sexuality with Chris, but I'd never consider sharing my deepest secrets with him. With Chris it was always about the present - there was no thought given to the future.
I was both relieved and upset that I wouldn't be staying in the same bed as Rob. I would have liked to be that close physically to him again, but of course I didn't know if I could avoid giving myself away at such close proximity. Just looking at him in the outfit he was wearing when I arrived made me want him.
He was wearing a pair of running shorts, they looked kinda old and I suspected that they may have been from when he was younger. They were so short that they showed off almost his entire leg. Rob had great legs, they were strong and muscular, but without the characteristic bulging of those who worked out constantly. The definition of his body was due to activity not to lifting weights. He was sleek, trim and well-defined - I could hardly avoid springing a boner seeing him there.
"Hey Charles. How's it going? Let me show you into Jeff's room and where the sheets are that he left for you to use. I'm surprised he even remembered where his sheets are, he's so rarely here."
I laughed briefly at his joke but my attention was focused on the muscles of his ass as they moved beneath the silky material of his shorts. I forced my eyes to look away from his butt, I was losing control of myself. Rob had always affected me like that, but I had to be particularly careful in such close quarters.
My eyes gravitated towards his upper body, watching the muscles in his back contract beneath the tight shirt. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts. This was going to be a very long few days if I kept this up. I sighed, louder than I'd expected because Rob turned around.
"Something wrong?"
"No, not really. I'm just kinda tired, I didn't sleep well last night." I lied - of course I couldn't tell him the truth behind that sigh.
"Oh, ok."
We'd reached Jeff's room, which was open and Rob had pointed out the sheets. The room was almost empty, of course that would make sense since Jeff was rarely there.
"It was cool of Jeff to let me use his room."
"Well you'd have been welcome to stay in my room if he hadn't, but that wasn't an issue. Both Jeff and Matt would have let you use their rooms, we just figured that Jeff's would be better, it's less crowded. Matt might look like the neat type out here, but his room is a pig-sty."
I laughed, and began putting sheets on the bed. Rob volunteered to help but I said there was no need. He then flung himself into a chair reclining one leg over the arm of the chair. It was either good fortune or very bad luck that I hadn't asked him to help - he wasn't wearing any boxers under his shorts. With his leg propped up the already short material pulled up even further giving me a clear view.
"Something wrong?"
I hadn't realized until he'd spoken that I had frozen slack-jawed when I noticed him hanging out. I didn't know what to say - how could I possibly explain my staring. Instead of me telling him he sensed what was occurring by following my gaze.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to flash you."
"That's ok, I was just a bit surprised is all."
"Sorry about that. I'm not used to wearing boxers around the apartment, most of the time I don't wear much at all. Matt's used to it, Jeff's not around much so he doesn't care. I didn't even think about you. I'll remember to keep more clothes on."
"Don't bother. After all, we see each other naked in the lockers ever day. Why change what you're used to just because I'm staying for a few days."
"Ok, hopefully you won't mind me walking around naked half the time. I always sleep naked and often don't bother to put anything on when I leave my room until I have to."
"Hey, like I said, we see each other naked every day. Why should it bother me? Besides, I know you sleep naked, remember?" I might regret my words later having to look at him in a near constant state of undress, however, I felt willing to take that risk for the perpetual eye-candy.
"Yeah. Well you're not the only one. I've never been fond of clothing, from the time I could walk no one has been able to keep me in it. I started practicing being a stripper before I knew what one was."
Throughout the conversation he'd never moved his leg, he'd started to at first, but when I reassured him he'd stopped. I'd still been left with a great view, in fact it almost looked like he'd tried to improve my view. Or perhaps it's just that once he knew that I didn't care he relaxed further.
I finished making the bed and we headed into the living room to watch some TV. Rob stretched out on the couch and I sat in one of the chairs. We watched TV for about 20 minutes chatting occasionally about what was on, until Rob decided to bring up the topic of dinner.
"So do you want to go out somewhere to get something to eat or do you want to order in. There's not much in the fridge to cook with, so unless we want to run to the grocery store that's not an option."
"I don't really know, it doesn't make much difference to me. We might as well avoid the grocery store until later though."
"Ok, so pizza then?"
"Sounds good. Delivery, pick-up or eat out."
"How about pick-up from Anna's? I don't really want to get dressed to eat out, but don't want the usual delivery sludge."
"Ok, sounds good to me."
Rob called Anna's to place the order so it'd be ready for us to pick up when we arrived there. About ten minutes after he called he grabbed his coat and keys from his room and was ready to go. We went out to his car, him still wearing shorts. It wasn't a really cold day, but it was colder than I'd have been wearing shorts in. Of course it was only a short distance to his car.
When we pulled up at Anna's I went in to grab the pizza as I was the one dressed. We went back to his apartment and Rob said "So how much do I owe you for my half."
"I've got it covered."
"No, you don't, I owe you for half."
"No, you let me stay here for the break so the least I can do is treat you to dinner."
"Ok, I'll cave and let you pay for dinner. Just don't expect to get anything for it. I don't put out for pizza."
It seemed such a thinly veiled flirt, but he had no reservations when making jokes. I could hope that he meant it more seriously, but I knew that it was only one of his jokes.
We ate silently watching TV. After eating we started talking again occasionally, but mostly just watched the TV.
"Should we make our usual trip to the pools in the morning, or should we just blow it off since it is vacation."
"Skip it. there's not much point in getting up that early since we don't have class or anything. Besides I could use a break from the pool and practice and everything for a few days."
"Same here."
We watched TV and chatted for a while longer when I said that I was going to go to bed. I was tired from the week before and I felt like I could sleep for a week. More than that I wanted to get into the room so I could beat off. Watching Rob had definitely made me even more horny than usual.
I quickly beat off thinking about him. I could imagine him lying there in the living room, my fantasy hinged around his earlier comment, combined with the views that I'd had earlier that day. In the midst of my fantasy I could almost believe it to be real, but after climax my mind had to return to the reality that I was alone, with him only a few feet away - though that short gap might have been an infinite expanse.
I drifted off to sleep somewhat dejected about the predicament I found myself in. My rest was somewhat fitful, I found the covers bunched around me as though I'd been tossing and turning all night. I untangled the sheet from my body and went to head into the bathroom. I realized that I'd fallen asleep with my boxers still around my ankles and found it very difficult to walk. I debated whether I should kick them off and go without or to pull them back up.
Even though Rob had no trouble with nudity and I had no trouble with it myself - the large amounts of time spent in a locker room had destroyed most of my modesty with regard to nudity - I doubted Rob would care much if I walked around naked, but it still didn't feel quite right to do that as a guest in someone else's apartment. I chastised myself for having fallen asleep naked in Jeff's bed, I doubted it would matter much, but it went against my sense of appropriate behavior.
I walked to the bathroom and began to piss, when I left I noticed that the TV was still on so I went into the living room to have a look. Rob had pulled his shirt off and was lying there on the sofa asleep. I stood there watching his face as he breathed, but my eyes inevitably traveled down his body. His chest rose and fell slightly in time with his breathing, lightly accentuating his pectoral muscles. My eyes continued down his stomach to the shorts he was still wearing and I could see the bulge inside where his hardon pressed against the material.
I wondered what he was dreaming about that had caused his erection. I continued to watch him as he slept, every few seconds his dick would twitch reaffirming my thought that he must be having an erotic dream. My presence didn't even cause him to stir as I moved closer. At first I was going to wake him up so that he could go to bed, but as I drew closer I felt compelled to reach out and touch him.
My hand seemed to reach out of it's own accord, lightly moving a stray hair from his face. He continued breathing regularly as though I had never touched him. My hand lightly brushed along his face and down his chest. My fingers traced a circle through the small hairs around his navel. I watched him looking for any sign of a reaction. His breathing never changed and his face never moved. The only responses to my touch were an increase in the twitches of his dick. Instead of being only a slight twitch it was more of a noticeable jump now.
I traced a finger along the shaft of his cock and felt it leap at the touch. My hand shook slightly with desire as I tried to hold myself back, trying to make myself leave this dangerous situation I had found myself in. I was unsuccessful.
His cock was pointed to the side and at a slight downward angle. One of the legs of his shorts was tented so that it was partially open. The leg of the shorts was not very long and I slid my hand in easily touching part of his dick causing it to jump. I stroked the small bunch of skin just beneath the head then let my finger trail down the shaft until the shorts prevented further access. My touch was beginning to cause a response in Rob, I noticed his breathing was beginning to get faster and it was only then that the precariousness of my situation hit me fully.
I pulled my hand away returning to the room I was staying in. My brief encounter had my cock standing at attention once again even though I'd beat off less than two hours ago. My boxers were damp with precum as I pulled them away. I gripped my dick firmly, wishing it was still Rob that I was fondling. I began stroking, my mind replaying the entire incident in its entirety. It took only a couple minutes for me to cum.
After cleaning up I decided to go check on Rob since I saw the TV was still on. He was lying there on the sofa almost as before, but his hardon was gone now and the shorts were damp. It looked like his dream had run its course, perhaps my assistance had sped it along, or that his dream had completed by itself. It was of little consequence though, as I'd never know how much my part in it was to blame.
Seeing him lying there I felt desire once again, no the same as before though. I wanted to touch him yes, but this time I wanted mostly to just be lying there with him. In contact with his body and hearing his heartbeat as I fell asleep. I swallowed hard, trying to control my needs. I moved towards him again, only this time I reached out to touch his shoulder, shaking him lightly.
"Rob. Rob."
His head moved slightly and his body turned somewhat. I was surprised when he kissed the back of my hand. Then his eyes opened and he seemed to return to his senses somewhat.
He groaned. "What is it?"
"You fell asleep on the sofa, I thought you'd like to be able to get into bed, it's 3:40 AM."
"Oh, ok, thanks."
He still seemed to be disoriented, his eyes somewhat glazed as he took notice of myself and his surroundings. His eyes focused on me and he studied me for a few minutes as though he was trying to figure something out then he shook his head and stood up.
It was then that he realized the dampness of his shorts. For the first time since I'd known him he blushed when he saw that I was aware of the spot.
He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
I rescued him from choking on his own tongue, "Must have been one hell of a dream."
There was a distant look in his eyes as though he was watching something that wasn't there. "Yeah. yes it was.
"Well go clean up and get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah ok, thanks for waking me up. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
He cut off the TV and headed into his room shutting the door behind him. I sighed and headed back to Jeff's room. I shut my eyes but couldn't sleep. The desire to be close to him from earlier stayed with me. I lay there for a long time, tossing and turning - dozing fitfully on occasion. I was still awake when sunlight began to enter through the window. It had been a long time since I'd had such a sleepless night - the last time this had happened I was worried about my exams at the end of high school, afraid that the grades might cause me not to be admitted. Looking back I realized just how foolish that was, but I was worried then.
I found it difficult to come up with a reason why I'd been so restless last night. I tried thinking up reasons why, but I kept coming back to Rob. In part I was afraid that somehow he might have remembered what I had done last night while he was sleeping. He'd looked at me differently somehow and I was uncertain what had caused that.
Of course I tried to convince myself that it was just the after-effects of the dream he'd had. After all he had kissed my hand while still half-asleep so he must have still been deep in the dream. The most likely cause of his puzzlement was having been woken. There was more to that look though, one that almost seemed to hold disappointment. Perhaps caused by waking to find out that whoever was in his dream was not the one waking him. I wondered who he had been dreaming about and what she looked like. Or possibly he looked like, Rob had given so many hints, but his actions had always been contradictory. In addition to that I couldn't tell how many of those signs had actually been there, and how many were just wishful thinking.
I could be fairly certain that most of the signs I had seen were the product of my own desires. I don't know why I tormented myself so much over him. I knew it was hopeless, yet I continued to want him anyway. I stood up and went into the bathroom to piss.
After that I walked into the living room and lay down on the sofa. I flipped on the TV and lowered the volume so that it wouldn't disturb Rob. I flipped through the channels for several minutes until I found something tolerable. Laying there watching TV I dozed off, only for about an hour and a half - definitely not enough to make up for last night's sleep deficit, but it helped. I climbed off the sofa and went into the kitchen trying to find the stuff to make coffee.
I had to look through several of the cabinets before I found everything that was needed. I started the coffee maker then returned to the living room waiting for it to finish. Throughout this time I'd seen no sign of Rob, but given that he usually slept late when he didn't have classes it didn't surprise me too much.
I drank my coffee then returned to Jeff's room to grab my stuff to take a shower. I luxuriated in the hot water for several minutes letting the warmth cascade over me. I began to wash myself. I had a passing thought about jacking off in the shower, but I really wasn't in the mood for it. I finished with my shower stepping out and began drying off.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and began to take care of brushing my teeth and shaving. When I stepped out of the bathroom I could hear sounds coming from the living room area so I figured that Rob must be awake. I followed the sounds into the kitchen where I found Rob pouring himself a cup of coffee and completely naked.
He turned when he heard me come in. "Thanks for making the coffee."
"It wasn't a problem, besides I needed it to get my day going this morning."
"I always need it. You just finished showering?"
"Yeah."
"I'll go to have a shower in a few minutes and then we can head to the grocery store and try to pick up some things."
"Ok, sounds fine." Throughout this exchange I'd had to struggle to keep from staring at his body on display before me.
He started walking towards me on his way out of the kitchen. He caught me off guard as he passed by me, grabbing my towel from around my waist, twisting it up quickly then using it like a whip against my ass.
"Ow!. Just wait fucker, I'll get you back for that."
"Yeah, you and what army." He continued walking into the living room dropping the towel onto the floor.
I bent over to grab the towel.
"You're lucky I'm not feeling too horny today or you might have had a surprise when you bent over."
"Yeah right. Get your lazy ass into the shower, I'm going to go dress." I didn't bother to wrap the towel around my waist as I walked back to Jeff's room, there didn't seem to be much point.
I went into the room and didn't bother to close the door behind me. I began pulling something to wear out of my bag and never even heard Rob walk up.
"I warned you about bending over too much."
I turned to say something but he'd already gone past heading for the bathroom. It was only a couple seconds before I could hear the shower running. I pulled on a pair of boxers and began to dress. When I left the room Rob was still in the shower and the door was open. I went into the kitchen and poured myself another cup of coffee then went into the living room and started flipping through the channels.
It was about 20 minutes later when Rob finally came out of the bathroom. In the living room mirror I could see him walking down the hallway to his room, completely naked. He turned into his room and out of the viewing range of the mirror, in a few minutes he was dressed and back in the living room.
"Ok, let's go."
On the way we debated what kind of stuff we should pick up. Mostly it was over whether we should have a thanksgiving dinner of some kind or just to have a plain meal. We decided to do something small and simple for thanksgiving and share the cooking tasks. We were going to have lemon-chicken, stovetop stuffing and a couple of other pseudo-traditional thanksgiving dishes.
The store wasn't very busy but we ended up goofing off and playing around so much it took us a while to get everything together. At the cash register we agreed to split the costs 50/50. We were heading out to the parking lot when someone who Rob knew walked up to him and started speaking. I didn't know them so I just started pushing the cart towards the vehicle.
Rob yelled for me. When I turned he tossed the keys to me. I began to load the groceries into the car and in a couple minutes Rob had walked up to the vehicle and helped me to finish loading the stuff in. He pushed the cart into one of the cart returns then came back to the car and hopped in the driver side.
He started the engine and we returned to his apartment. After loading the groceries in I looked at the clock, seeing that it was almost noon I suggested sandwiches. He agreed and I went into the kitchen to fix them for both of us.
I handed his sandwich to him. "Here you go."
He sniffled slightly and ran a finger under his eye saying, "You're going to make such a good wife for someone one day."
"Just shut up and eat your sandwich."
"See what I mean, you're already getting into practice."
The only thing available for me to throw was the remote, so threw it at him hitting him in the chest.
"Thanks I was getting ready to ask for the remote."
"One of these days I'm gonna get your ass for this shit."
"Uh-huh promises, promises."
Having nothing else to throw at him I sat back and ate my sandwich watching TV. The day progressed much as yesterday had from that point on, we watched TV, we joked, we sat there and occasionally moved. When it came time for dinner Rob went into the kitchen and fixed chicken cacciatore. A few minutes before dinner he asked me to come in and fix the salad.
As we sat to eat I remarked, "Well I'm impressed, I didn't think you were the kind to cook."
"One of my grandmothers was Italian, I learned how to cook several things from her."
"I never spent much time around my grandmother. My dad's mother died before I was born and my mom's mother lived pretty far away from me. My parents were usually too busy to cook most of the time so I ended up teaching myself since I was usually left taking care of my younger brother Steven."
"My sister was 11 years older than I, she had left the house and moved on by the time I was 7. It was almost like being an only child. She never had much to do with me."
Rob said something else that I couldn't quite make out - muttered under his breath like a half-spoken thought. I shelved that memory in the back of my mind, disregarding it for the time as the moment had passed. After dinner I took the dishes into the kitchen and washed them up since he had cooked the meal. When I returned Rob had stretched out in a chair once again only wearing a pair of worn out umbros - these weren't quite as short as the others had been so I guessed they weren't quite as old.
I took my seat once again and we watched TV for a while. Rob had been silent for the most part since dinner, which wasn't like him. When I stood up and said that I was going to bed he cut the TV off and decided to go to bed as well.
I wondered what was bothering him. Of course I couldn't really pry into it and I wouldn't find out unless he told me. I had brought my laptop with me, although until then I hadn't set it up yet. I turned it on and decided to log on briefly to check my email. There wasn't very much there, just a message from Steven at my parents request. They wanted me to call home some time tomorrow night. I was getting ready to shut down the laptop when I decided that maybe I should take a look at updates to the Nifty Archives to see if anything interesting had been released.
I saw a couple updates to some stories that I read had been released, but I really didn't feel like reading them at the moment. I closed the laptop and lay down in bed. My exhaustion from the sleepless night before overtook me quickly and I was asleep within seconds. I woke up at 8AM, my body still somewhat used to the times that I would get up for school. I went to piss then go back to bed. When I walked past Rob's room I noticed the door was slightly ajar and I took a brief look in. I wasn't expecting to see anything, but when I looked in I saw Rob jacking off. Something I'd never seen before.
I had seen him with a hardon, even felt his hardon before, but had never watched him jack off. I stared through the crack in the door captivated. One hand maintained a steady pace sliding up and down the shaft while the other moved around to various parts of his body. Playing with one of his nipples for a moment, then moving down to fondle his balls. His hand slid down a bit further rubbing the skin beneath his sack. Then moving back up a few minutes later and allowing a finger to trace the crown of his head. He dipped his finger into the precum using it to slide around the head. I watched his body spasm at the sensation.
His hand was beginning to move faster now, his breath getting heavier. I watched him - my eyes never wavering from his body - as he approached a climax. Suddenly he came, his cock jerking as it shot the cum onto his chest, stomach and then the last dribbling onto his hand. His eyes remained tightly closed as his head fell back into the pillow and his body relaxed. I suddenly became aware of myself again. I had a raging hardon in my boxers and I knew that I had to slip away quietly before he could see me.
I slipped quietly into Jeff's room, I immediately wanted to jack off after having seen that. However, shortly after I'd grabbed hold of my cock I heard movement outside the room. I'd not shut the door completely so I rolled over onto my side - facing away from the door - and covered myself with the sheet. I heard what sounded like Rob stopping at the doorway on the way back from the bathroom. I was afraid that he might have seen or heard something that had given my presence away and was checking to find out if it was me. I tried to make my breathing seem as though I was asleep and in a moment he passed by.
When I heard the door to this room begin to close I waited for only a few minutes before I pulled the sheet off and yanked my boxers down. I began stroking myself furiously - beating off as fast as I could. Watching Rob had made me incredibly horny and having to hold off while waiting for him to pass had made it even worse. It seemed that it was only a few seconds later that I was shooting all over myself. I gasped as my body shook with the pleasure of release.
I lay there for a long time after that, I had no idea exactly how long. When I finally returned to my senses my breathing had returned to normal and the jism on my body had become cold. My boxers were the only thing I had available for clean up so I pulled them off and used them to wipe the cum off. I threw them into the floor along with the clothes I had worn the night before. It was only a few seconds before I fell asleep again - not even bothering to pull the sheet over my naked body.
I awoke an hour later and could hear water running in the bathroom. I was just thinking about getting up out of bed when Rob walked past the doorway and looked in - he was stark naked as usual.
"Well it looks like someone finally learned that they don't have to wear clothing all the time. Well hurry up sleeping beauty, we've got a meal to get fixed for this evening."
I climbed out of bed, there didn't seem to be any point in putting on clothes to go into the bathroom, I took the stuff I needed to shower then went to go get showered quickly. Since Rob had been suggesting that clothing was mostly optional I didn't bother to wrap the towel around me as I went back to Jeff's room.
As I walked down the hallway towards Jeff's room I could hear Rob whistle from elsewhere in the apartment. I was glad that he couldn't see me blush as I continued walking away.
To try to cover the effect he had on me I yelled back at him. "Go fuck yourself."
"Why should I, one of these days you're gonna bend over and I'm gonna fuck you instead."
Damn, he always had something to come back with. I was shutting the door at the time and pretended that I didn't hear what he said.
I gathered some clothes and began to dress. Never in any previous encounter had I been fucked by another guy. I had never allowed Chris to fuck me, I knew that I didn't care for him enough and I wanted it to be special for the first time. On the other hand Rob's comment made me think of giving myself to him. Although I didn't care to admit it to myself there was no denying that I would let him if he really wanted to. Of course he was joking with me and that's what bothered me the most about it. That he so freely joked about what I so badly wanted - it was like standing in front of a video of a fire, it looked real, but there was no warmth from it.
I left the room dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and found Rob similarly attired. He was wearing yet another pair of worn out umbros and the shirt was almost like a second skin.
"Don't you ever go clothes shopping? Those shorts look like they're almost 10 years old."
He stuck his tongue out at me, "They're only seven years old and why should I throw them out. They've only got one hole in them and they still fit."
"They still fit now, but if you bend over too far they're going to fall apart."
"Hardly." To prove his point he bent over touching his hands to the ground. The material tightened up outlining his ass cheeks like a bas-relief. My dick began to harden as I looked at the perfect globes and I was thankful that I had put on boxer-briefs today that helped to conceal the hardon. When he stood up I saw an opportunity to get him back for his jokes earlier.
"Why don't you bend over again so I can see something. Drop the shorts while you're at it and see what happens."
"In your dreams."
In my jack-off fantasies too, but I wasn't about to tell him that.
About 40 minutes later I was standing at the sink preparing something and he was on the other side of the kitchen. One minute he was stirring something the, next second I looked over again to find him bent over with his shorts down around his knees. Once he knew I'd seen him he stood back up puling his shorts up as he did so.
"I told you that you couldn't do it. You're too fucking slow."
"Yeah, keep thinking that. Next time you won't be so lucky."
"Who says there'll be a next time, that was a once in a lifetime chance."
"Fuck you."
"You already had a chance and missed it."
"Shut up."
"Did anyone tell you that you are cute when you're angry."
I couldn't think of anything to say right away, my heart wanting one thing and my mind telling me something different. In the end common sense won out. "Bend over again and I'll show you just how cute I am."
"Nope, too late now. Where was all that bravado a few minutes ago."
Since I could think of no appropriate comeback I returned my attention to what I was preparing and Rob went back to what he was doing. I was silent as I worked, Rob made a couple more heckling comments, but I didn't really respond. The silence grew even thicker between us until finally Rob said something.
"You know I was just teasing earlier, I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm not really upset, just kinda tired." I lied, but of course I couldn't reveal exactly what I was really thinking. "I haven't been sleeping real well, guess it's just being in a different room."
"I usually don't have much trouble sleeping anywhere. Especially not when I'm drunk."
"Yeah, I know, you've passed out on my bed before."
"I wasn't passed out. I was only resting my eyes."
"Yeah, not to mention your lazy ass and the rest of you."
I had the feeling that Rob was thinking about making another joke along that line, but decided not to. Instead he shifted the subject.
"Since we're going to have an early meal why don't we hit the pool afterwards. I think it's open until about 8 tonight, it'll probably be completely empty and the workout would be nice."
"That'd be great, but I've got no trunks with me since I didn't really plan on going this weekend."
"And you called me a lazy ass, you didn't even expect to work out at all did you?"
"Nope, guess I planned on taking it easy."
"Well I'll bail you out this time and let you borrow a pair of my trunks, next time you won't be so lucky."
"Yeah, what are you going to do?"
"I might charge you for them. or maybe just make you go naked."
"Oh, you mean force me to go around like you do."
"Yeah, something like that."
We finished cooking and sat down in the living room to eat. Dinner was fairly uneventful. We put the dishes into the sink but didn't bother to clean them up or put up any of the leftovers. It was almost 6 so we decided to head down to the pool and take care of that stuff afterwards.
Rob headed into his room and a minute later he called for me.
"Yeah?" I walked into the room and he was bent over pulling two pairs of trunks out of a drawer - he was already naked from the waist down. He stood up, slipped on one pair of trunks and walked over towards me handing me the other pair.
He leaned towards me and whispered, "You're too slow." He walked away from me chuckling.
"I'm gonna drown your ass when we get to the pool."
"Well you're too slow to do anything else with it. Probably can't even drown it either."
"Shut up!"
"That's your favorite line isn't it?"
He was pulling on a pair of sweat pants. "Ok, I'm ready, what's taking you so long." Of course I was just now walking out of his room.
Naturally right when I had bent over and had pulled my shorts and boxer-briefs down a whistle came from the doorway. I ignored him and slipped on the trunks then grabbed a pair of sweats from my bag.
"What's taking so long, you're moving slower than my grandmother and she died two years ago."
"Ok, let's go. I hope you're ready to hold your breath for an hour or so."
"As much time as I've spent in locker rooms I'm already used to it."
We headed out to his car and drove the short distance to the school and then headed inside to the pool. As we'd expected the place was completely deserted. The locker room was completely empty as we stuffed our things into a couple of spare lockers. We headed out to the pool and jumped in. I followed behind just a bit, jumping in after he did.
I had timed it specifically for that. Rob had just come up for air when I pulled him back under the water. When we both surfaced again it turned into an all-out water fight. We took turns trying to drown each other for about 45 minutes. Eventually we ended up too tired to fight much longer so we ended up just drifting over to the edge of the pool and lying up against the side.
We sat there for a while not saying anything, just drifting in the water. Eventually we decided to actually swim for a bit. We swam for a while then decided to hit the showers and rinse off the chlorine quickly.
We were in the showers naked when Rob said "You're lucky you don't have soap, one drop and your ass would be mine in here."
I shut the shower I was in off and went over and grabbed my towel from the peg near the doorway. Right before I went out I dropped the towel making sure that Rob saw me I bent over, picked it up and wrapped it around my waist.
"Too slow!" Then I walked out of the showers. I dried off and dressed quickly and was at the door while Rob was still getting dressed.
"Come on grandma, let's go."
"Fuck you!"
"You already missed that chance, now hurry up."
He laughed at my copying of his comments from earlier and dressed. We headed out to the car and returned to his place.
We were getting ready to go to the kitchen and clean everything up when I looked into Jeff's room and saw me laptop. I was reminded that I needed to call home and asked Rob if I could use the phone. When he said that it was no problem I placed the call.
I talked to my parents and the rest of my family for a while, Rob was sitting across the room from me while I talked. When I hung the phone up I looked over at him. He was staring off into space, his jaw looked tight like he was clenching his teeth.
"Rob?" There was no answer. "Rob!" He turned his head after a brief delay, but it looked like he was barely seeing me.
"Are you ok?"
He paused considering my words, then replied slowly. "Yeah, I'm just thinking about something."
"Ok." He turned his head away from me facing towards the wall again. I was somewhat worried about him. There was obviously something wrong, but I didn't know what, and he didn't seem inclined to tell me what it was.
"I'll go to the kitchen and take care of the dishes."
After another brief pause he said, "I'll come help."
"No, I've got it."
He sat back again, "Ok, thanks."
When I finished the dishes he was still sitting there on the couch, staring ahead of him vacantly. His mind looking at something his eyes couldn't focus on. He didn't pay any attention to my return to the room. I was now very worried.
I walked up to him and he never paid much attention to me. I touched his shoulder, which seemed to sorta snap him back to reality.
"Rob what's wrong?"
"It's nothing. It's just. I don't feel like talking about it. really it's. not much."
"Ok." I didn't believe him, I could feel that there was a lot more that he wasn't saying, but I didn't want to push him. "If you're sure you're ok."
"Yeah, I am."
"Ok." I turned away to take a seat elsewhere.
"Wait."
"Yes?"
"It's not something I really like to talk about. It's a difficult memory for me."
"Well if you don't want to talk about it.
"I really should talk about it, but it's always so difficult for me to say."
"If you're not comfortable talking about it."
"Have a seat." He patted the sofa cushion next to him. I sat down.
"I was thinking about my family a bit ago when I was listening to you. When I said that my family didn't have much to do with me, most of that was from years ago. When I was 15 my father and I got into a fight over. over something that I had done. After that fight things got pretty bad in my family, by that time my sister had already moved away so it was just my parents and I in the house together. I went to go live with my grandmother about two months after that. She needed some help maintaining the house and it gave me an out with my parents."
"I stayed with my grandmother almost all time until I went off to school. She had to have some help come in during the day for her. About two and a half years ago my grandmother died. Even at the funeral my dad didn't want to talk to me. They inherited the house and I stayed at school. My dad really didn't want much to do with that house even though it was his. He was somewhat upset with my grandmother for siding with me on this. I never heard them discuss it - they never talked about it in front of me - but there was always some tension. The house was pretty much left to me, I rented it out since I was at school and the rent money was split."
"My mom occasionally sends me some money, without my dad knowing about it, but my dad still doesn't want to talk."
I listened quietly as Rob spilled out his story. When he reached the end, "What did you fight over?"
"It was just something that I did and he didn't approve. There was nothing wrong with it, but he didn't see it that way. What I did isn't particularly something that I like to talk about. In the end it's really not important. If it were up to me I'd have buried the whole issue, but it's not."
I felt so sorry for what he was going through. In a way I felt some companionship with him. His situation was almost like that which I feared would happen if I were to tell my parents that I was gay. I didn't know what it was that Rob did, but I knew that it couldn't be enough to deserve the exile imposed on him.
Rob had never looked away from the wall during the entire tale. He stared at it, something in my mind told me it was how was keeping himself under control. In his mind he was leaning against the wall and it was supporting him, without that support he'd break down. At the corner of one eye I thought I saw just a hint of a tear and I knew just how much that control was costing him.
He was in pain and didn't want to show it. As I watched the tear began to enlarge and it slowly trickled down his cheek but still he stared on, determined to fight it. I could see that the more he fought against it, the less effective he was.
I reached out to touch him, "It's ok Rob."
My touch seemed to reassure him and upset him more at the same time. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes leaning his head back. He was trying to regain control. I squeezed his should to reassure him, to give him some silent support.
He didn't move for a long time, he sat there, still. Eventually his jaw began to relax. I continued to sit there in case he needed me, but he didn't speak, and he didn't move. His body shifted and his head moved up against my shoulder. It was then that I realized that he had fallen asleep.
The emotional outpouring earlier had exhausted him. I was content to allow him to rest on my shoulder and stayed there for a bit, just watching him breathe. Eventually the sofa became uncomfortable in the position that I was sitting and I angled myself against the corner more. When I moved he shifted with me, his head falling onto my chest. It felt so wonderful having him lay like that.
I felt guilty though, he had been through so much, he had just shared with me this torment. He was broken up and exhausted and all I was thinking about was the feeling of his body against mine. Still I couldn't help but feel like that, I'd wanted him so much and I still did. One of his hands had come to rest at my waist, part of me wished his hand had ended up lower on body. Another part of me was upset that I was even thinking it. Yet another portion in my mind was content with him lying like that - I could almost imagine that we were lovers cuddled together on the couch.
It was a while before he woke up. When he began to awake his head shifted a bit, and his body moved. It was a few minutes though before he opened his eyes. Once he did and took notice of his surroundings he jumped away.
"I'm sorry Charles. I."
"It's ok, you were asleep, you didn't know."
"You should have woken me up or something."
"I didn't want to disturb you, you were sleeping so peacefully and after earlier."
"Yeah, I know."
He stood up from the couch and I admired his body circumspectly while he stretched.
"Well, I think I'm going to bed now. Remember, Matt should be coming in some time tomorrow evening."
"Ok. Goodnight Rob."
"G'night."
I began to walk into Jeff's room.
"Charles."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." He smiled and it felt like my knees turned to butter. He closed his door part of the way and I went into Jeff's room shutting the door partially behind me. I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. I had a dream where I felt Rob laying next to me, like we had been earlier, but when I woke I found the room empty and I was alone in the bed.
Matt arrived the next night and we all had a good time. It was like a bit of a party. I hadn't had a chance to get to know Matt very well before, but this time we had a chance to talk a bit more and we got along well. On Sunday morning I returned to the dorms since Jeff would be arriving back that night and I wanted him to have his room back.
The next day I received a call from Rob that was somewhat unexpected. Part of the reason that he had invited me to stay with him was because Jeff would be moving out at the end of the year and he and Matt were thinking about having me as the third roommate. I'd be able to move in at the beginning of the semester. I knew that it was somewhat foolish of me to do so, but my heart and my hardon leapt at the though of being around Rob all the time.
I knew I'd have to get a part-time job on campus to afford the rent, but I could get the money that would be paid on housing for next semester. We would have to talk about it again when it was time for me to move in, but I was pretty certain that it was going to happen. When I hung up the phone I sighed and wondered just what I was getting myself into.
Well that's all for Chapter 7. There will probably be two more chapters, which will be printed when I get the chance to write them. I hope you enjoyed this latest chapter. As usually comments are appreciated at some1yuno@hotmail.com
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Thanks for reading, Mark(BBG)