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Our New Life - Chapter 1 - by Mark Writer
As I slowly woke, I could hear the sound of the shower and radio coming from the open bathroom door. Jim, as usual, was up before me. I rubbed my eyes, stretched and climbed out of bed. I paused and considered joining Jim for some shower fun, but we both had morning classes that we couldn't afford to miss. Jim and I were finishing our course work during summer school and would get our degrees at the end of the summer. I would have a math degree and had been looking for a high school teaching position. Jim was majoring in computer science and already had a job with a computer firm in St. Louis waiting for him.
The shower stopped, and soon Jim came into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Well, Mark, see you finally came to. I was gonna wake you if you hadn't. I know you have a class this morning. Bathroom's all yours, babe," Jim said as he pulled a pair of boxers from his drawer.
"Yeah, yeah, Jim, I'm movin'. Want to grab some breakfast at Denny's on the way to class? If I hurry we should have time." Jim is always hungry for breakfast, and he's hooked on Denny's Grand Slam.
"You know I can't resist a Grand Slam. Get a move on, and we'll stop," Jim replied, stepping into some cargo shorts.
I had just started to drain my bladder as I heard the phone ring. Jim answered it, "Hello. No, this is his roommate. Mark's right here. Hold on. I'll get him."
Jim stuck his head in the door. "Mark, give that a couple of shakes and take this call. It's for you," he said handing me the cordless.
It was David Parker, the principal of a small high school, who had interviewed me for a teaching position a week ago. He told me he had completed the other interviews and asked if I was still interested in the job. "Of course I am, Mr. Parker," I answered. "I was impressed with you, Mark, and I know you probably have other interviews, and maybe other offers. I know this is a small school, but we have a good faculty and some very fine students. I believe you would be a good addition to our school. I would like to recommend you to the superintendent and board for employment if you will agree." I told him I had another interview after his, but I liked the size of his school and would prefer to teach there. He said he would call me after the board meeting next week and make an appointment for me to come in and finalize my employment.
I laid the phone on the counter and pondered my situation. I was excited to have a job and begin my teaching career. But Jim and I have been together since our freshmen year at SIU. Jim wanted me to move to St. Louis with him and look for a job there. If I took this job he would be upset with me, and I could lose him forever.
Jim and I met at swim team practice. We were freshmen recruits. I couldn't keep my eyes off that hunk, especially in his black Speedo. He was about my height, six feet, with blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He had a smooth swimmer's body, well-defined chest and six-pack, firm round butt, a nice looking package in his Speedo, and the most captivating smile. As I admired him, he returned my gaze with a sweet smile. We introduced ourselves after practice and went for a drink at a local bar on the strip in Carbondale. Jim was from a small town near St. Louis. I was from a Chicago suburb. We had both swam in high school, me for the school team, Jim for a city team. We quickly bonded and soon became inseparable; we met at the student center between classes, were together at swim practice, and went bar hopping together.
I had really fallen for Jim. I thought about him every minute we were apart. I had known I was gay since the eighth grade. I had fantasized about boys all though high school, and I wanked off many times to images of guys I lusted for at school. But I had never been with another boy. I had kept my sexuality a deep, dark secret. I didn't know how to approach Jim. I didn't know for sure he was gay, but he didn't have a girlfriend. I wanted him. I wanted to love him and to be loved by him. If I told him my feelings and offended him, I could lose his friendship forever.
One day after practice Jim told me we had to have a serious talk. We went for a walk around the campus.
"Mark," Jim said, "you know I like you a lot."
"I like you to Jim. You're my best bud," I answered.
"Yeah, Mark, but I like you more than just a best bud."
We had entered Thompson Woods, a small wooded area on the campus with paths through the woods. We stopped, and Jim turned toward me. His hands held my shoulders. I looked into his blue eyes, as gorgeous as always, but tears were pooling in them.
"Mark, I know you may hate me for this. I hope not. I hope you feel the same way or at least can accept it. Mark, I love you. I think I have since I first saw you." Tears ran down his cheek. "Yes Mark, I'm gay," he whispered.
I put my arms around Jim's neck and pulled him to me. Our lips met. I kissed him. "Jim, I love you too. I have since we met. I was afraid to tell you. I have known I'm gay for a long time, but you are the first person I have been in love with." I kissed him again. His tongue probed my lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues touched. We continued to kiss and embrace for what seemed like hours.
When our kisses ended, Jim looked at me with his captivating smile and said, "God, I'm glad we took this walk."
We continued walking to Thompson Point, arms around each other, hands caressing backs and butts. When we reached the dorm, I kissed Jim and boldly asked, "Would my boyfriend like to come to my room for a while?"
"Yeah, won't your roommate be there? Bill doesn't seem to care too much for me, you know," Jim said.
"Remember the big wedding? That's all he's been talking about, like forever. He's in his sister's wedding," I reminded Jim as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. "Bill's gone for the week," I whispered and kissed his cheek.
As soon as we entered my room, Jim wrapped his arms around me, and we fell onto my bed. He kissed the top of my head. "I love your beautiful brown hair," he whispered. Then he licked and kissed each eyelid. "And I love those dark brown eyes, and that nose, and those lips, and ears," Jim continued as he kissed each one. "God, I love all of you, Mark . . . all of you," he said and pulled my shirt over my head and kissed and licked my armpits and nipples. I was in seventh heaven. I had never felt like this before.
"I feel the same about you," I said removing Jim's shirt and kissing and licking his gorgeous body in the same way. I paused as I kissed his armpit. The manly scent was so erotic. I buried my nose into it and licked its soft blond hair.
Jim moaned, raised my arm and did the same to me. His warm moist tongue felt so incredible I almost cried out.
I ran my tongue across Jim's smooth tan chest to his left nipple. I licked around it, flicked it with my tongue and, as it hardened, kissed it and caressed it between my teeth. As Jim moaned and ran his fingers through my hair, I continued licking and kissing my way to his navel, my tongue feeling the ridges of his six-pack as I went. I kissed his navel and licked it, running my tongue around and into it.
"Oh my God, your tongue feels great," Jim gasped.
Continuing to explore, I licked and kissed his hot body from his navel to the top of his jeans and around the edge of his waistband, savoring the taste and feel of the warm soft flesh. I looked up and smiled at Jim. He smiled back. I licked across the bulge in his jeans, feeling his firm manhood staining against the fabric. I traced its length with my open mouth, while exhaling my warm breath into the cloth.
"Oh shit, Mark, that feels unbelievable. Any more, dude, and you're gonna make me cum," Jim moaned.
I undid Jim's jeans and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees, revealing his seven-inch beauty surrounded by soft, blond pubes. I licked up the length of the shaft and around the head experiencing my first taste of cock. It was wonderful. I took his cock into my mouth as far as I could, for a first-timer, the head pressing against the back of my throat. Earnestly wanting to please Jim, I hungrily sucked his stiff rod. My tongue licked the underside of his cock as my mouth slid up and down the shaft. I would pause at the head, suck and lick the sensitive crown, then slide down to the base again. My beginner's efforts must have pleased Jim.
"Oh, Mark! Fuckin' fantastic, dude. Don't stop," he moaned as his hands held my head. Then he shouted, "Oh shit, Mark! I'm gonna shoot!"
I paused with the head of his dick in my mouth and received my first taste of Jim's sweet nectar. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and it continued to shoot, streams of cum showering my face and chest.
After Jim recovered, he rewarded me with my first blowjob. It was obvious he wasn't a beginner and knew how to please. He licked around the head sending shivers through my groin. I thought I was going to faint from the feelings as his tongue traveled down my shaft and back up to the head. Then he swallowed my whole cock down his throat and bobbed his warm mouth up and down. Each time Jim came to the to top, he would suck on the head, then pull the whole thing into his mouth again. Just as I was about to shoot, he stopped and moved his face between my legs. He licked my balls and sucked them into his mouth. The feelings were so powerful I could not help but moan. When I finally shot, I thought I would never stop. It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever had.
Jim stayed the night and the rest of the week. At the end of the semester, we rented an off-campus apartment and have been together since.
After I finished showering and shaving, I walked into the bedroom to dress. Jim was laying on the bed reading. "Better get goin' if you still want to stop at Denny's," he said as he closed the book. Then, staring at me, he asked, "What was the call about, Dude? You look funny."
"Well, good news, but kinda bad, too. I got a teaching job," I told Jim.
"Excellent, Mark! But, what's bad?" Jim looked puzzled.
"W-w-ell, I won't be able to go to St. Louis with you like we planned. Maybe I shouldn't take it." I felt tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat as I continued, "I love you Jim! I don't want us to be apart!"
Jim looked shocked. He frowned and asked, "We can still visit each other can't we? Where is this job?"
"Weldon High School," I answered. "You know where Weldon, Illinois is?"
Jim threw a pillow at me. "You prick!" he yelled with a grin. "You know that's my old school!"
"No, I thought you went to Culver High," I said.
"But I graduated from Weldon, dude. It's only forty miles from St. Louis. Lighten up, Mark. We can still be together. We'll live someplace in between."
I felt like a dark cloud had been lifted. I ran over and grabbed Jim around the neck and said, "I was almost sick about being away from you. I didn't know how close Weldon is to St. Louis. I feel so much better now."
"Then let's go celebrate with a Grand Slam," Jim laughed. His hands caressed my butt and he whispered, "Then after class we can celebrate some more." Smiling wickedly he added, "Maybe lots more. I never did it with a teacher before."
To be continued.
This is my first story. Reader comments are welcome. markwriter629@hotmail.com