Standard disclaimer-Contains depiction of gay sex
They say to enjoy every feeling when it comes, because no one ever knows when that feeling will go away. They say that the happiest people in life seize the day, and live in the present moment.
Denton- I was more than thrilled when I got back to the room that night. I mean, of all the thousands of guys in the freshman class, I was one of twenty-eight to chosen for whatever the hell I was chosen for. Of course, I was used to getting my way, but hell, who knew college would treat me so sweet. I saw the looks of envy from everyone, especially Zach as I paraded around the room, jumping and undressing, flashing my invitation around saying "I can't believe it!" Truthfully, I couldn't.
Zach- He was being a real ass about this whole whatever the hell it was thing. Like seriously, grow up. No one wants you running around screaming like some schoolgirl after her first kiss. Get a grip. I admit I was little bit jealous, but if this little organization is looking for people like Denton to join, well then maybe it's not the right kind of organization for me.
Charles- He didn't say anything after dinner. We just went back to our room, he undressed and went to sleep.
Jesse- I missed Matt after dinner. That was the kind of thing we used to do. See how far we could go in public. The fact that I was missing him, unbelievably missing him, reminded me why I had decided not to mess around with Charles... he reminded me too much of Matty.
Zach- The next morning I woke up bright and early, took an uninterrupted shower and headed out. My first class wasn't until 11, but I wanted to see the campus and get a feel for where everything was, so by 8 o'clock, I was out of the house.
I walked around the already busy campus. I passed the same dining hall we had been in last night. Right passed it was the administration building. On the other side was the fitness center for students. It had a nice pool, weights and an impressive tennis courts, all of them indoor of course.
I was walking towards the library when my phone rang.
"Hey, sexy," I answered.
It was my best friend Chris from high school. He'd stayed behind for a couple years at junior college with his girlfriend before he planned to transfer somewhere else.
"What did I tell you about calling me that?"
"Sorry, I forgot you scare easy."
He laughed. He was the only person I had ever told about being gay, and he was surprisingly cool about. He even joked about it after a while, making me feel a lot better about the whole thing.
"So, dude, how's the big bad world?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Great. I mean, not great cuz nothing has started yet, but whatever."
"Have you met your roommates?"
"Yeah."
"You don't sound to enthused."
"Ooh... big word for junior college boy."
"I told you I earned every bit of that 510 on the SAT."
"No seriously, I have this one roommate who's a semi-spaz."
"As in?"
"He's Mr. GQ with his designer clothes and his rich-boy attitude. I bet he drives a Miata."
"Wow... sounds interesting."
"Try not. He got an invite to some special, secret thing last night at the orientation banquet, so now he thinks he's Mr. Big man on campus."
"I'm sorry," he said, mocking my bitchy attitude towards Denton.
"Sorry, Chris, but you are my outlet of ventilation."
"What about the other guys?"
"They aren't bad. I haven't talk to Charles, the sexiest one, but the other one is cool. He saw me naked yesterday."
"Already? Damn, you gays work fast."
"Yeah, but it wasn't how you think."
"Its never how I think."
"Thank god, or we'd all be walking around naked with your penis inserted somewhere in our bodies."
"Trust me, I'm not inserting my penis anywhere near your body." We laughed. I went on to tell him about Jesse, and how I thought he might be gay, but I wasn't sure. By this time I was at the library so I let Chris go, and I walked in.
The place was huge and contained more books than I had ever seen. I must have looked like a little kid in a candy store when I walked in, because the handsome desk clerk laughed and said,
"Yes, dude, they are all real."
I turned to him and noticed how cute the guy was. He had short spiky black hair, blue eyes under old-school square rim glasses. His face was cute and mysterious. He was my height and slim, slightly muscular, from what I saw under his library staff T-shirt. The thing that really turned me on was the five o'clock shadow that made his face look ruggedly handsome.
"Yeah, I've just never," I trailed off, staring into his blue eyes.
He got the drift of what I was trying to say and cut me off, responding, "I know. Its breathtaking the first time."
"Yeah."
"Can I help you find something?" He asked charmingly.
"No, I was just looking around."
"Oh, well feel free. We just opened this morning, so most of the good stuff should still be here."
"Cool. Thanks."
I gave him a smile and turned around. I was walking around the quiet room, with no destination in particular.
I passed the reference section, the light reading section and found myself in an erotica section. I looked around, kind of embarrassed that our library had one of these on the bottom floor, albeit it was at the back.
I was a little curious though, so I started looking around. Some of the titles were pretty racy. I wondered how many people actually came back here. I got on my knees to check out some of the stuff at the bottom and noticed that's were all the gay erotica was. I was intrigued by all the titles, having never been brave enough to venture into my local bookstore's erotic sections. I was so enthralled by the whole ordeal, that I didn't even hear the footsteps approaching me from behind.
"I thought you were lost," the sexy desk clerk said in a low voice.
Flustered, I stood up, holding the book I had been checking out. Realizing were I was and what I was holding, I quickly put my hand behind my back and slowly backed away, saying "Yeah, I was just checking some stuff out."
"Gay Erotic Fiction Volume 2? Good reading, from what I've heard."
"Ugh... a friend, likes it. I just..." he cut me off with his lips. He forcefully, but gently kissed me sending the book I was holding crashing to the floor. I was surprised and pleased by the sudden kiss and as we went on longer, he got more and more frisky. He pushed me against one of the walls and started grinding his crotch into mine. I could feel his hands roaming under my shirt and his hard cock rubbing against mine.
I pulled away, not wanting to go to far without even knowing the guy.
"I, uh, have to go. I have a class in a few minutes."
"Cool," he said licking his lips and stepping back. "Yeah, umm... here." He took the book I had been holding and wrote his number in the front flap. "Call me, we'll go out sometime."
"I'd like that."
I started walking away from him, heading to the class I didn't have for a couple of hours.
"Don't worry about the due date," he called after me. I would so be calling this guy.
Denton- I woke up and found the geek already gone. I was glad too, because that gave me a chance to sort through everything that was written on my invitation. It said that tonight at midnight, I should be standing at the corner of Main and Forth with a flashlight. It also had distinct instructions of what I should be wearing. Inside the invite was a sample of denim and a white cotton square. Under the fabrics was written, "Exactly" meaning that I had to find a pair of jeans and a white shirt that fit that exact mold. I had 20-some odd pairs of denim, so I wasn't too worried. The white shirt was standard, so that would be breeze as well.
On the back of the invitation was an emblem that read "The Tribe" subscribed by a torch and flame. It was somewhat eerie, but mostly intriguing. I spent the entire morning wondering what this Frat had in store for me.
Jesse- I woke up thinking about Matt and Brooklyn. Matt was great. He was an hour's drive away and if I ever needed him, he'd be right there in an instant. But Brooklyn was sexy. There was something raw and urgent about having sex with him. I went to bed last night feeling more fulfilled than I ever remember feeling with Matt. So here I was, sitting in my room at a crossroads. I wasn't going to break things off with Matt until I knew that things with Brooklyn were long term. I didn't even know anything about the guy, but hell, he was so fucking sexy. I sat up in my bed, and I must have been grinning like crazy because when Charles woke up he asked me, "Why are you grinning like crazy, dude?"
"No reason," I said getting up and rapping a towel around me.
"Dude. You so got laid yesterday," he said, doing the same.
"Whatever."
"You did get laid," he said, sitting up and facing me. By this time I was out the door and headed into the bathroom. I took off my towel and went into the shower when I heard the door open.
"How was it?"
"Mind your own damn business," I shouted from the shower.
"Or, you could just tell me then it would be my business."
I stuck my head out of the curtain and gave him a devil's stare. He responded with a grin, knowing I was going to tell him.
"It was great."
"What happened to the 'no sex without Matty' rule?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"I just wanna know," at this point he had finished with whatever he was doing at the sink and proceeded to take his towel off and join me in the too-small shower.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, facing him with my back to the faucet.
"Taking a shower. Now scoot over, I am cold," he said pushing me as he stole my spot under the faucet.
I pushed him back and got under the water spray. He then pushed me back, with a loud grunt, taking my place under the water. I pushed him really hard again, turned off the water and turned around to face him. I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I was taking a shower," he said seriously.
"We aren't going to argue like some little girls."
"Good, so turn the water on so we can shower like adults," he said, pushing me and turning the water back on. I decided not to push it any further and to just share the shower with him.
We washed ourselves quietly for a few moments, taking turns under the water. He asked me to do his back, so I did, avoiding any sensual touches. While I was doing his back he finally broke the silence by asking, "Who'd you hook up with last night?"
"A guy I met."
"Is he hot?"
"Yes."
"Cool." There was more silence as I continued washing his back.
"Hotter than me?" he said turning his head.
"I don't know," I said shortly.
"Well you have to know. Either he was or he wasn't."
"Fine. He honestly was."
"Oh," he said turning back around, resuming the silence.
"How big was his dick?"
"Really, are you really asking me that?"
"Ok, nevermind." More silence.
"Are you gonna see him again?"
"Yes," I said, almost finished with his back.
"Oh. He must have been good then," he said, not facing me.
"Yeah."
"Cool," he said. More silence.
"Are you sure he's hotter than me," he said turning around, looking me straight in the eye.
"If you do not stop asking me questions, I will shove this bar of soap so far up your ass, scuba divers will have to dive down to get it out," I said, increasingly annoyed.
"I just thought," he began. Then he kissed me. He kissed me so softly, I barely felt it at first. Then he increased his pressure on me, pushing me back towards the wall of the shower stall, grinding our cocks together. Our tongues played games with each other for a few minutes before he pulled back and asked, "Was he hotter than me?"
I looked him in the eye, smiled and kissed him back. 'Wow' was the only thing that went through my head.
Zach- I was so thrilled by the fact that I had met someone really cool on my first day and that I had his number, and that I planned to call him and set up a date. It was incredible. I still had a couple of hours to burn before my first class, so I decided to go back to the dorm, take a cold shower and eat something before going Freshman English in the building that was pretty close to ours.
The whole way back, I just kept thinking how crazy things had been that morning. I had this incredibly childish schoolgirl smile on my face as I stepped into the apartment. I went straight to my room, found Denton gone, undressed, grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom. As I got closer, I heard what sounded like crazy moaning going on. I leaned in close to the door and listened to what was obviously two guys getting it on in the shower. I assumed it was two of the roommates, although nothing would surprise me at this point, so I just cracked the door open a little bit and did what any self respecting college student would do... I watched.
The first thing I saw was Charles' cock about to go into Jesse's tight whole. Jesse's gorgeous ass was hunched back for Charles to take, right there. His head was turned and Charles was leaning in and kissing Jesse as he got ready to pound the Hispanic stud with his hard cock.
I watched as Charles' cock went into Jesse's hole, making Jesse moan loudly as Charles hit his spot. The guy was ready to go and didn't waste any time building up the speed of his thrust as Jesse encouraged him with incessant moans.
"Oh god Charles... o yeah, dude, fuck my ass," he screamed over and over as Charles rammed his ass. Charles was savagely ravaging the smaller guy's ass with his huge dick. I was so caught up in the show that I took my own cock out and started stroking it, watching these two gorgeous studs go at it. Charles was moaning harder, and fucking harder. He kept repeating things like "Who's hotter babe? Who's hotter?" and Jesse would answer him, "You are. Fuck me harder. You are so much hotter."
I was so turned on by these two guys, I was pounding my own meat in no time.
Before long, Charles was reaching around and jacking Jesse off with his free hand, exploring the guy's hard pecs with his other. Their bodies were so meshed together, so connected, it seemed like they were made to fit.
Charles jacked Jesse off while fucking him harder than I had ever seen before in my life. Both boys were pouring with sweat, Charles's neck turning a sexy shade of red with the hot workout. His abs were flexing with every thrust.
I could see Jesse's balls tighten as he got close to shooting. Charles jacked his cock harder, and Jesse moaned louder as he reached climax. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, sending spurts of cum flying all over the shower wall. He tightened his ass around Charles' dick as the bigger stud gripped the smaller stud's waste and plowed his ass for one last stroke, shooting his load deep down Jesse's ass.
Both guys were spent, panting like they had finished running a marathon. They collapsed on each other, using each other's weight to stay balanced. They soon found each others mouths and proceeded to tongue wrestle as the now cold water washed the sweat and cum off their bodies.
Charles- I was so spent after hooking up with Jesse that I went back to the room and crashed on my bed, grinning from ear to ear. I had a twelve o'clock that day, so I took a short nap, woke up at 11:40, got dressed and headed out to the science building. Jesse and Zach were both gone, and so was Denton, even though I hadn't seen him since last night. I was so high from that fuck with Jesse, I went through the whole day grinning from ear to ear.
Jesse- As if I wasn't stressing enough, now I had to add an amazing Charles to the list. I decided that morning it was futile to try and not mess around with Charles, and that it would be pretty helpful. I mean, he wasn't going to tell anyone and neither was I. It was convenient as hell, because he was right there any time I wanted to screw around.
After getting dressed, I heard Zach head into the shower. I crashed on the couch waiting for my first class. I was nervous because it happened to be the one Brooklyn was the TA for. I don't know how long I sat on the couch watching cartoons but before I knew it, Zach was in the common with me, fully dressed.
"Hey, dude," I said casually.
"Hey," he said with a pause. "So, uh, you and Charles are messing around huh?"
I was floored. I mean, we weren't trying to hide the fact we were fooling around, but I didn't expect this guy to figure it out, let alone bring up the subject. I looked at him for a second and then replied, "Yeah, I guess we are."
"Oh," he said, nonchalantly, trying to keep cool. "So you're gay then?"
"Mostly," I'm really good at being short with people when I want to be.
"Oh," he said. I honestly thought that was the end of the subject, then he surprised me by saying, "Well I guess I can tell you that I am too."
I looked him, less shocked than I would have been had Denton come out of the closet, but I was still a little surprised, pleasantly.
"Cool. That makes three out of four roommates," I said smiling.
"Yeah, I guess it does. We'll be able to through some mean parties I guess."
"Yeah." There was an awkward silence after that. What do you say to someone that just told you they were gay? I decided not to say anything, to let him do all the conversation starting.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" he asked me.
"Kinda," I said honestly.
"Why kind of?"
"Because we kind of left things open when I came out here, you know. But I love him, so I don't know what's going to happen. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Kinda," he said sheepishly. Damn shy prep.
"How kinda?"
"I just met him, so we haven't really gone out yet," he said, again sheepishly, like he didn't know if that was the right answer.
"Cool."
"So, your guy. What's he like?"
"He was my high school math teacher, but he wasn't all geeky and mathy. He was really young and sexy."
"Cool," he said.
I looked at the clock and realized I had about ten minutes to get to the English building for my first class, so I got up and left.
Denton- I spent the entire day nervous about the whole ordeal. I skipped lunch in order to empty my closet in search for the perfectly fitting fabrics. The shirt was easy to find, but for some reason, of all my jeans, none of them fit the sample.
After my last class at six, I drove out to the Neiman Marcus to see if I could find the fabric. After over an hour of searching through all their jeans and 180 dollars, I finally found the right pair of 501's that fit the sample.
When I got to the dorm, I avoided the three guys watching TV and eating, and went straight to my room to try stay calm, waiting for midnight.
At about 9, Zach came in to study, told me how crappy his first day had been and finally realized how little I cared before backing off and hitting the books.
I spent most of the night wondering what the initiation would be like. I heard some frats made their pledges run around campus naked or in drag or things like that, but it wasn't even Greek Week, so would The Tribe do that? I was curious how they found us 28 guys without even knowing us. They must have searched through the registration papers or something.
At 11, I was close to panicky. I had tried to no avail to take a short nap, but my nerves were getting the best of me as the clocked crawled toward 12. When it was finally 11:30, I got up and headed to my car, ready to head out to Fourth and Main.
I can't tell you everything that was going on in my head because honestly, I don't know what it was. I just felt extremely anxious, trying not to worry.
I found the corner, parked my car and waited. At 11:55, I got out of the car and stood on the corner. I noticed a guy standing at the next block. I was wondering if he was in the same situation I was. I was nervous at 11:59, wondering what they would do in one minute.
My answer came when a black Escalade pulled around the block with its lights off. The driver's door opened and a guy, about 6'1'', wearing all black stepped out, cuffed my hands behind me and shoved me into the car. There was no one else in the car, just the driver and I, but I couldn't see him clearly from where he shoved me. I was sitting directly behind him, and with the dark of night and everything, all I could make out was that he had hair.
He drove for about 25 minutes, and with every minute he drove, I got more and more anxious. My stomach was doing summer salts as I road in silence in the back seat.
We finally stopped. I don't know how long I sat there, but the car wasn't moving and neither was the driver. After an unbearable amount of time, sitting, waiting for something to happen, I heard soft music in the background as my door was opened. I recognized the music as something classical, but I still couldn't see anything. I assumed that the opened door meant I was supposed to get out of the car.
I stepped out and noticed in front of me a huge set of marble stairs leading to an incredibly large mansion. There was a fountain behind me, in a little courtyard with little statues of naked babies. The man who had opened my door ushered me up the steps without speaking. I noticed him taking me to a side entrance that had just closed moments before, probably with one of my pledge brothers.
Inside the 'secret' entrance was a dark staircase leading to a long hallway with a series of doors. My usher gave me a key with the number 12 on it, so assuming correctly, I found room number 12 and opened it.
As I stepped into the room, I was momentarily blinded by the bright lamplight illuminating the small space. Once my eyes adjusted though, I noticed a small card on the floor. I picked it up and read "Change and be downstairs in exactly 5 minutes."
The word change confused me. I looked around for a second, not knowing what it meant by change, until I noticed the tuxedo hanging on the door hook. I assumed I had wasted enough time, quickly undressed and put on the perfectly fitting black tuxedo. Once dressed, I heard a bell sound what I assumed signaled that it was time to go downstairs. I opened the door and discovered the other 27 guys, dressed exactly like me leaving their rooms too. We all looked at each other puzzled, but anxious to get downstairs for what the brothers had in store.
Once we arrived at first floor, we were ushered by our drivers into a grand entrance hall filled with guys dressed in black variying in ages. As soon as the door was opened for us, they all fell silent with their drinks in their hands and made a path for us, leading us to the front were a huge table filled with fruit and crackers sat with what looked like gallons of wine.
My mind was spinning as I saw the guys, some young and some old, watching me and the other pledges make out way to the main table. I was busy wondering what they were busy wondering, trying not to look like an idiot and stay in line with the other pledges.
Once we were at the front of the room, an older man, probably in his 60's stood up in front of a podium behind and began clapping. I fought the urge to look behind me, but distinctly heard the clapping coming from him. All of the men facing us clapped for a few seconds before the old guy behind us silenced them.
"I would like to welcome the newest brothers of the Tribe," he said with a majestic voice. At this point I was thinking why he called us brothers. We hadn't pledged yet or done anything deserving of being welcomed in the club. As if he read my mind he continued, "Most of are wondering were the iniation comes in, where the classic frat pledging humilities will take place. I am pleased to tell you that none of those rituals take place here at the Tribe. Here, you have been pre-chosen for your unique skills, talents and abilities. Each one of you will bring something new to the Tribe and no hazing ritual will bring that out of you. We, the brothers chose you, and we are pleased to welcome you to our Tribe."
Another round of applause took place after that. Next a younger guy, about our age, obviously still in college stood up and began his speech.
"Welcome, brothers. I am Dylan Green, and as current president of the Tribe, it is my honor to welcome you this evening. I guarantee that the Tribe will be an amazing experience for you. It is also my honor to present to you your Big Brother. He will, at the present time, show you around the mansion, answer any questions you have about the Tribe and welcome you in a special way to our organization."
At that point, I was past the point of excitement. I was already in a frat, without pledging or going through hell. And by the looks of it, the Tribe had a lot of stuff going good for it. All the guys, the older ones especially, looked incredibly rich, in their tuxes and everything. I was thrilled at the possibilities when I heard my name called out a few feet away from me.
"Denton?"
"Yes, that's me," I said trying not to sound nervous.
"Hey, dude. Follow me," the guy said leading me out of the hall and into a smaller, but equally lavish bedroom on the third floor.
On the way up to the guy's room, I noticed how confident he walked. He was about my height and build, slim but definitely a gym worker. He had piercing gray eyes, which he covered under thing rimless glasses. He had straight dark brown hair that was longer, about shoulder length, and pulled back into a tight ponytail, revealing a strong bone structure. The thing that caught my attention the most though, was still his confidence.
He was silent all the way up. When we reached his bedroom, he took off his tuxedo jacket and sat on his bed, facing me as I stood there in awe, not knowing what to do.
"Have a seat Denton, we have a lot of stuff to talk about tonight."
I sat down without saying a word.
"You might as well get used to this room, because as my little, what's mine is yours. There's a shower in that room, a closet through that door and a mini bar right there in the corner," he said pointing everything out to me.
"I'll make you a key tomorrow. Look at me," he said suddenly. "I didn't even introduce myself. I'm Joseph Grey, but everyone at the tribe calls me Glass."
"Why's that?" I asked curiously.
He took off his glasses and pointed to his right eye. At first I didn't notice anything, but after a second look, I saw that the color was slightly different from the other and that the ball was slightly off center.
"Accident with a b.b. gun when I was 12," he said with an enchanting smile. He looked at me for a second not speaking, reading me, scouting me out.
His glass wasn't weird; in fact if he had never told me Glass was his nickname, I would have never known. The weird part was the fact that his gaze seemed to penetrate me, search my insides, and exam my soul. He looked me for a while, noticing that I wasn't going to say anything. He finally asked, "Do you have any questions?"
"About what?"
"Anything. Me, the Tribe, anything."
"I think I have too many to count."
"We have all night," he said reassuringly. "Before you ask me anything, let me go through some things really fast. You will be my little for the rest of the year. Next year, if you would like, we can continue being big and little, otherwise, you can find a little from next years freshman class," he paused, noticing my slight facial expression change and added, "trust me, I wont be offended. My big graduated last year, so you are my first little brother in the Tribe, so I guess we'll be learning from each other."
I was staring at him, soaking the entire thing in. His voice, like his eyes, was enchanting. He was drawing me in on every count, and there was nothing I could do but listen.
"There are a couple of rules that you need to be aware of. A few people have been kicked out of the Tribe for breaking them so pay attention. First off, never do anything alone. This is for your safety as much as it is for the Tribe's success."
"What do you mean my safety and the Tribe's success?" I asked, cutting him off.
"We aren't exactly the most popular frat. Other frats tend to get jealous that we have the best everything: members, parties, girls, and lives after college. Doing anything alone, even so much as checking out a book, is putting yourself in unnecessary danger. Also, we pride ourselves in being a unity. We're a unity that doesn't have to be tested by stupid hazing rituals, so in a way, this is our ritual. No one on this campus, weather it be a teacher or your lover, should ever feel anything but a sense of unity within this Tribe. Besides, as you big, we'll be spending a lot of time together so get used to doing a lot of things with me. Got that?"
"As long as you shower," I said, soliciting a smile from the serious Glass. "What are the other rules," I asked.
"The only other rule the Tribe has is that a brother must always lend a helping hand." He stopped talking and looked me, letting the words sink in. After a second I asked, "meaning?"
"I'm gonna make this plain for you Denton. The Tribe requires a lot of its brothers. You'll discover soon enough just how much this organization demands. With the requirements on grades, service, function planning and extracurricular, you aren't gonna have a lot of time to your self." I could see the passion in his eyes. I was glued to every word he was saying. As he continued speaking in his soothing smooth voice, he inched closer to me on the bed, subtly leaning his face in. "Sometimes," he continued, "You won't find exactly what you're looking for. But don't worry about it, because a brother will always be there to lend a helping hand." When he said these last words, his eyes were piercing mine and his lips were inches away from mine. I could almost feel his soul breath as he reached with his hand and grabbed my cock through my tuxedo pants.
Jesse- I called Matt that night and we spent almost an hour talking. He talked about how much he missed me, both in his math class and in his arms, and mentioned maybe coming up to visit me this weekend. I told him I'd see what I was doing and let him no.
"So how are the roommates?"
"They're actually great," I said, looking over at Charles who was devoted to the chapter of reading he'd been assigned in one of his classes. Charles looked up as I briefly looked at him, giving me a smile before going back to his reading.
"I'm glad. Are they as hot as you hoped," Matt asked naughtily.
"No," I lied with a straight voice.
"Aw, no action yet?"
"Not yet, Matty," I said hoping that would end that part of the conversation. Matt went on to ask me about my first day of class and my professors and stuff. I was happy just to hear Matt's voice, so I didn't care that the conversation was boring me to death.
The next thing I felt, after a question about the cafeteria food, I felt a hand slide down my chest from behind me. I looked up to see Charles towering over me from behind, looking down with a horny, lusty grin on his face.
"You wanna play?" he mouthed. I nodded up and down slowly, horny for this guys body.
I was about to tell Matt that I needed to let him go, when Charles whispered in my ear, "Keep him on the line." He swiveled my desk chair around and dropped to his knees, grinning widely.
"Yeah, Matt, the gym has a lot of stuff," I said, going into all of the state-of-the art features in the fitness center.
Charles was unzipping my pants slowly, not to make a sound that could be heard in the phone, and was smiling at the prize that awaited him inside. He looked up at me again and brought a finger to his lips, signaling me not to make a sound as he took my cock in his mouth in one swoop.
It didn't take Charles long before he had a mouthful of pre-cum in his mouth and was slurping it up as I continued talking to Matt on the line, trying my hardest not to moan in pleasure. Charles took a long, loud slurp that resulted in Matt asking me over the phone "What was that, Jesse?"
"My roommate," I said, choking back a moan. Charles' tongue felt so amazing playing up and down over my cock. He was alternating between deepthroating my cock and licking the length of it with his sexy tongue.
"What's he doing?" Matt asked me.
"Umm... ohh... nothing. He's eating something."
"Oh. Sounds like he's enjoying it."
I smiled at that ironic comment, looked down at Charles and asked, "Are you enjoying that dude?"
He looked up at me, smiled with his mouth still around my cock and took a long, hard suck of my dick. I couldn't hold it in any more so I let out a long low moan, hoping Matt didn't hear it.
"He is, Matty," I said, quickly recovering. I was trying desperately not to get lost in the pleasure that Charles was giving my dick. I almost felt like hanging up on Matt and simply enjoying what Charles was doing, but having Matt on the line was half the fun.
I was getting closer and closer, barely paying attention to what Matt was saying and instead of answering him with intelligent responses, I was simply giving him incoherent mumbled jargon, mixed in with the tell-tale sexual signs of release.
"Dude, are you doing something?" Matt finally asked. I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.
"Actually, Matty, hearing your voice made me really horny, so I took my cock out and started stroking it." As soon as I said this, Charles doubled down on my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned so loudly, I thought I might have sent Matt's eardrums into limbo.
"Damn, Jesse, am I that good?" Matt asked.
"Yeah dude," I panted. Encouraged, Matt began whispering hot things in my ear. "I wanna suck your cock, Jesse. You are so damn sexy, I wanna lick you from head to toe." Both the stimulation Charles was giving me mixed with the hot phone sex Matt was giving me, I couldn't have lasted any longer. I started letting go..."Ohhh yeah, o fuck dude... o shit, I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming... arghhhhh."
I shot my load all over Charles mouth, filling up his mouth. Some splattered out of his full mouth and he smiled at me, took a finger and whipped it off, feeding my own cum to me before kissing me hard, sharing his prize with me.
"Damn, Jess, I've never been so hot in my life," Matt said on the other line.
"Me either, Matty," I said, "I'll see you this weekend."
Denton- I was kissing another guy. For the first time in my life, I was touching a dude in a sexual way, and it wasn't that bad. I mean, after a while, I started getting into it. I think Glass saw my hesitation at first, because he started slow, just kissing me softly and rubbing my crotch, but soon, he was going to town on my tongue. Our mouths were wrestling for domination.
I rolled on top of him and he reached up to unbutton my tuxedo shirt, exposing my hard, smooth chest. He was rubbing my pecs and sucking my face when he used all his might to roll me over and get on top of me. From the bottom, I felt so submissive, like he could have done anything to me and I would have let him. He released my mouth from his grip and sat up, straddling my hips. He smiled down at me and asked, "What do you think, babe?"
"I could get used to this," I said watching him take his shirt off. He was the same build as me, slightly hairier in his chest, but a treasure trail I had seen on most guys, but never found sexy until he licked his finger and followed it down to his crotch. He was so sexy and seductive it made me wonder whether I would do this with any other guy. There was something about Glass that drew me to him, made me want to do this. He bent back over my face and we continued making out for god knows how long.
Zach- I went through the day walking on clouds, thinking about Chris. Everywhere I went, whether class or the café, all I could think about was his smile, his long curly blond hair, or his amazing eyes. I spent much of the afternoon stressing over whether or not to call him that day, or the next day, as not to seem too desperate, but I finally mustered the courage around ten o'clock that night. I sat alone in my room, dialed the number was greeted by an unsure, "Hello?"
"Hey, Chris, this is Zach," I said, followed by a pause of silence before I added, "from the library."
"Oh, the cute guy," he said.
"Yeah, I like that. The cute guy."
"So what's up man? I wasn't expecting you to call," he said. I was thinking about what an idiot I was for calling so soon, the dude wasn't even expecting me to call.
"Oh, well I just thought I would, you know, to see if you wanted to hang out or something."
"Like a date type thing," he said nervously.
"I guess," I began, then added quickly, "unless, you know, you have something else in mind you'd like to do or whatever." I was trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing; I didn't wanna come across desperate.
"Oh, yeah, that'd be cool. I just didn't know if you wanted to whatever, you know." He was almost as nervous as I was from the sound of his voice, so I started feeling a little bit better.
"So it's a date then?"
"Yeah."
"Cool. When?"
"Are you free tomorrow night?"
"Sure," I said, assuring myself I would be free even if I wasn't.
"Cool, I'll pick you up at 8 then for a party a friend of mine is throwing."
"Cool," I said probably a little too over-excited. Oh well, I thought. I was thrilled. This guy dug me and we were going out on a date the next night; not only that, but I was going to my first college party. For the second time that day, I felt like I was walking on clouds.
Yes, they say that feelings are fickle, and that the important thing about them is that you never know how long they'll last. They say, that the happiest people live in the moment.