Male Sorting -- Sorting Dorm's Mail Leads to Biggest and Best Man on Campus
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Thank you, @Chavchav! I'm curious what you and others thought of the addition of a few illustrations. Should I keep doing that sort of thing? Or were the photos a distraction?
Truly a well written story. Very limited technical errors which did not hamper the story at all. As everyone has said, your descriptions are on point. I feel like I know Rich and could pick him out of a crowd. I really enjoyed the hook too. As you described getting the catalogues in the mail, I was reminded of my life back then because I did the same thing. Many time did I beat off to those models. Freshman was my favorite story magazine. Seriously, I am very impressed with your ability, talent, and creativity. You, sir, are a very very good writer!!
The illustrations were not a distraction at all. I think many of us remember those publications and having experiences with them--you brought back great memories. Excellent writing and characters are on point.
I love them, yes please keep doing them.
Wow, thank you for your kind words, @RobertHunter30. I'm glad you enjoy the descriptions and feel connected to the characters. I see a lot of myself in them, too. I remember driving two towns away wearing glasses and a baseball hat to furtively purchase copies of Freshmen, Mandate, Playguy, etc. Everything back then had to be so secretive. To find someone with whom to share the secret -- and so much more -- was nothing short of thrilling.
I can imagine. I went to a Christian college and found myself in the middle of a small group of gay students who owned the college. They were great and we always had fun. The one who, to me was the mostly likely to never hookup was actually the one I eventually hooked up with until he graduated. He was a year ahead of me. Oh, and I taught writing for about 10 years, so I really appreciated your skill.
Part 5
As we got ready to leave the room, he pulled me in for one last kiss. "Want to get dinner tonight? Maybe somewhere off campus?"
"Sure," I agreed.
"Good," he said, "we need to talk."
Ever since he kissed me goodbye, Rich's words echoed in my head: "We need to talk."
What did he mean? Was there a problem I needed to know about? Was he having second thoughts? But if he was, then why did he kiss me and invite me to have dinner with him?
These were the questions running through my head as I was finishing my afternoon desk shift. Of course, I was also savoring the memories of all that had transpired. These had my cock throbbing in my khakis. Our time together had almost overwhelmed my senses. The sight of his masculine, muscular body. The sound of his voice, panting in desire and moaning in pleasure. The taste of his sweat and cum. The musky smell of his pubes. The feel of his soft, wet lips surrounding my dick and the feel of his thick, hard, supple cock stretching my lips and filling my throat. It was all so hot and yet also so right. Everything about my time with him clicked together just perfectly to confirm in my mind what for years I'd known, even if I wasn't always able to admit it to myself. I was gay.
As it turned out, so, apparently, was Rich. And he seemed to feel as attracted to me as I was to him. I couldn't believe my luck. It seemed too good to be true.
As I finished sorting and depositing the mail Michelle showed up to relieve me at the front desk. Just as I was leaving Rich walked into the lobby.
"Hey," he greeted me, smiling.
"Hey," I replied, smiling back. My eyes quickly surveyed him. He looked really handsome in his Army BDU camouflage fatigues.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he whispered.
"Me too," I responded.
We walked to the elevator. After the doors opened, he pressed the button for his floor. "Come to my room and let me change," he said. "Then we'll head out for dinner."
As he followed me into his room and pulled the door shut, I turned to face him. We just stood there for an awkward second before I leaned forward to kiss him. His big arms wrapped around me and we started to make out. There was nothing tentative about our kissing. It was passionate; we were hungry for each other. I reached behind him to grab his ass and pull his crotch forward to press against my own. I could feel my cock hardening as our tongues did battle. Things were escalating quickly. That's when he broke the kiss and pulled back.
"If we don't stop," he said, "we'll never get to the restaurant."
Relenting, I stepped aside so that he could change. I watched as he unbuttoned his BDU jacket. (He'd later joke with me about how officially this garment was a BDU "blouse." It was the least feminine thing imaginable, but the Army loved to screw with the English language.) The olive t-shirt underneath clung nicely to his muscular torso. The thin cotton fabric revealed the points of his nipples as well as the fact that he'd been sweating. I could see the dark circles of perspiration around his armpits as his raised his arms to pull off the shirt and toss it on the floor of his opened closet. Now naked from the waist up, I could admire his muscular, hairy body. My instinct was to look away-to give him privacy and act as if I had no interest. But we both knew better, so I fought the impulse to avert my eyes.
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I stared as he began to unbutton the fly of his camouflage pants. He was going commando. His pants hit the floor to reveal a half-hard cock surrounded by an untamed thicket of brown hair. I could feel my mouth water.
"Can't I just drop to my knees now?" I asked him, only half joking.
He chuckled. "Let's have dinner first."
He reached into his closet to grab a pair of Wranglers. Soon his chest was covered by a wifebeater and a red- and black-checked flannel shirt. It would be a major understatement to say that he looked handsome. He looked molten hot.
"You ready?" Rich asked, flashing his pearly whites.
"I'm feeling a little bit overdressed," I admitted. I was still wearing a tie from my desk shift. "Maybe I should go to my room and change." He smiled at me broadly, staring into my eyes as he grabbed my tie and used it to pull me in for quick kiss. Our eyes still locked, my cock stiffened as I felt his big hands undoing my tie knot and then releasing the top button of my shirt. The whole process was somehow very intimate.
He stepped back, still smiling. "Now you look perfect," he said, folding my tie and tossing it on his desk. "Let's go."
As I climbed into the passenger seat of his truck I asked the obvious question: "Where are we going?"
"A really good barbecue restaurant," he said, turning the key in the ignition. Throwing the engine into reverse, he extended his right arm behind my headrest to turn and look backwards. This brought his face closer to mine. He looked into my eyes. "It's actually a good 45-minute drive. But I figured it would be good to get out of town. Plus, it gives us time to talk."
"You've had me worried all day," I admitted as we rolled toward the edge of campus.
"What about?" he asked.
"About what it is you want to discuss. Everything's okay, right?"
Rich reached down to rest his hand on my thigh. "Everything's great," he said. "Better than great. I finally found someone with whom I can be myself. A guy who understands me. A guy who's not afraid to be true to himself."
I was beaming. I couldn't control how broadly I was smiling. And then, just when I thought that I couldn't be happier, Rich cleared his throat.
"And then there are two other things," he continued. "The first is that I think we share the same values. The second," he said, leering at me and tightening his grip on my thigh, "is that you have the tightest, hottest body, and your cock tastes amazing."
I laughed out loud. Rich had great comic timing. But he also knew how to say exactly what I wanted to hear.
"You know I'm not joking," he said, laughing with me.
"I know," I replied. "And it makes me really happy. I can't believe it, almost. You're just about the hottest guy I've ever known."
"Just about?" he asked, teasing me.
"Correction," I said, "you're definitely the hottest guy I've ever known."
"I'm glad you think that," he said. "Really glad. And I'm not going to tell you otherwise. But don't think I'm not counting my blessings you've got a thing for hairy, sweaty Neanderthals."
Our conversation flowed freely as Rich steered his truck along the two-lane county roads that led to the restaurant. We talked about everything. I was telling him things that days earlier I wouldn't even admit to myself: when I first knew I was gay, what I thought about when I beat off, how I faked being straight to my family and friends.
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"You've never hooked up with a guy before?" Rich asked.
"Never," I admitted. "You?"
"Nope. No guys until you. You're my one and only." I liked the way that sounded.
"What about girls?" I asked.
"A few," Rich admitted. "It never felt right. I dated a cheerleader in high school. She was a good friend, mostly."
"Did you fuck?" I blurted out. As soon as I asked, I kind of regretted it. The question seemed crass. "Sorry," I apologized. "None of my business."
"What are you saying? Where my dick has been is 100% your business." He paused for a long second. "We were both virgins until the night of the senior prom. I wanted to prove to myself that I was straight. I was able to do it, but not without thinking about half of my teammates naked in the locker room. I made an excuse to break up soon after."
"But there were others?"
"Just two, but not even." he responded. "This is when I was pledging my fraternity. We'd get pretty drunk. The first one I fucked still trying to prove to myself that I could be straight. It was a one-night thing, and not very good. The second," he paused, chuckling a bit, "was the night of the Tri Delt formal. I was trashed and basically got date-raped. She wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. When I couldn't keep it up for her, we blamed the alcohol."
"Keep it up?" I asked. In hindsight I feel so dense about needing a clarification.
"My dick," Rich replied. "She sucked me and got me hard enough to penetrate her, but pretty soon I went limp."
"Sorry," I said.
"Don't be," Rich responded. "It made things more clear to me. From that point forward I found excuses not to hook up. My frat brothers started calling me the choir boy.'"
"That's kind of mean," I said, feeling defensive for Rich. I didn't like the idea of anyone calling him names.
"Mean, maybe, but also true. I'm in the choir at our church. I see you there every Sunday morning."
"I had no idea you were in the choir," I admitted. "You guys are really good."
"Thanks," he said, smiling. "The best part, though, is being way up high in the back of the church and being able to watch that tight butt of yours as you kneel and stand." He started to laugh. "I especially like it when you're kneeling."
I felt myself blush. Ever since I was a kid I had the lazy habit of not lowering my knees all the way to the padded kneeler that flips down from the base of the pew in front of me. Instead, I kind of slide forward, turning my ass upwards on the edge of the pew.
"I think I'm embarrassed," I confessed.
"You shouldn't be," Rich countered. "You should be proud."
Dinner was great. We split a full rack of ribs and enjoyed sides of mac-n-cheese and cole slaw. Being far from the college, the place didn't card, so I even got served. Since he was 21 but I was still 20, at most restaurants I'd be out of luck. It was nice to be able to drink a beer with Rich. Mostly, it was just nice to be with him. It was great, in fact.
He looked really handsome sitting across from me. He'd rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt, exposing his hairy, muscular forearms. He had the top two buttons of his shirt undone as well, treating me to glimpses of his hairy chest. The stubble on his jaw was beginning to reemerge. It was looking especially bristly at the cleft of his chin, where it must have been difficult for him to get a close shave. And then there were his hazel eyes. I know it sounds like bullshit from some romance novel, but I found myself getting lost in them. They had darker flecks of color and a depth and complexity that isn't easy to explain.
All of this had my cock throbbing, but what made it start to leak was when he took his big feet and clasped them on either side of my right foot. I loved the physical contact. It made me feel so wanted and desired.
As we finished our meal, Rich laid out an agenda. "There are two stops I want to make on the way back to the dorm," he said.
My eyes opened wider.
"The first is the drug store on the edge of town," he explained. "I hope I'm not being presumptuous, but I'm thinking it might be a good idea to buy some lube."
I smiled, flattered that Rich, so soon, was willing to move things forward. "I've already waited too long," I said. "I'm ready when you are."
He leaned forward and whispered: "Is it okay if we don't get condoms?"
The truth was I hadn't even thought of using them. But for a second I was having second thoughts. AIDS was a big deal in the early 90s. Even straight guys like Magic Johnson could get it.
"I think so," I said, lowering my eyes and verbalizing my thoughts. "I know I'm okay, and I know you're okay. You didn't get anything from a virgin cheerleader and a couple of sorority girls..."
"I know I didn't," he interrupted. "I know we're both okay. It's just that it's kind of a big commitment." He went to grasp my hand but, realizing we were in a public place, pulled his hand away. Instead, his feet squeezed more tightly around my shoe.
"The way I see it," he explained, "there's only one time you don't have to worry. It's when it's your first time without condoms and also his first time without them. And if you stay monogamous, you're good. That's us right now. I'm not going to think into the future for me-you're the only guy I can ever imagine wanting-but if we're going to preserve the options for you, then maybe we should buy them."
I let what he said sink in. After too long of a pause, I responded: "Rich, you're the only one for me. I don't want anything between us."
He exhaled, smiled, and waived to the waitress for the bill. We didn't say much on the way home. It's not that there was silence between us. It's that there was small talk. I asked Rich about his truck. He told me what it was like being in the ROTC and his plans to fly helicopters for the Army. We compared experiences swimming (me) and playing football (him) in high school.
He pulled into a CVS drugstore on the edge of town. "Wait here," he said, before heading in by himself and then returning with a small bag. He handed it to me. I peeked inside and saw the box containing the tube of KY Jelly. Suddenly what we were about to do got extra real.
"What's the second stop?" I asked.
"St. Barnabas," he said. Our church.
"It's open?" I asked. It was nearly 8:30.
"They don't lock the doors until 9:00," he said.
"Why are we going to St. Barnabas?"
Rich paused for a couple of long seconds.
"Because I want us to pray together," he finally said. "I hope you're okay with it. I want to pray in church. I know it's not where we actually met, but it's where I first noticed you, before we met. And please don't think I want us to ask for forgiveness. God made us, so God loves us. As we are. I just want to ask for His blessing."
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To be continued...
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As we got ready to leave the room, he pulled me in for one last kiss. "Want to get dinner tonight? Maybe somewhere off campus?"
"Sure," I agreed.
"Good," he said, "we need to talk."
Ever since he kissed me goodbye, Rich's words echoed in my head: "We need to talk."
What did he mean? Was there a problem I needed to know about? Was he having second thoughts? But if he was, then why did he kiss me and invite me to have dinner with him?
These were the questions running through my head as I was finishing my afternoon desk shift. Of course, I was also savoring the memories of all that had transpired. These had my cock throbbing in my khakis. Our time together had almost overwhelmed my senses. The sight of his masculine, muscular body. The sound of his voice, panting in desire and moaning in pleasure. The taste of his sweat and cum. The musky smell of his pubes. The feel of his soft, wet lips surrounding my dick and the feel of his thick, hard, supple cock stretching my lips and filling my throat. It was all so hot and yet also so right. Everything about my time with him clicked together just perfectly to confirm in my mind what for years I'd known, even if I wasn't always able to admit it to myself. I was gay.
As it turned out, so, apparently, was Rich. And he seemed to feel as attracted to me as I was to him. I couldn't believe my luck. It seemed too good to be true.
As I finished sorting and depositing the mail Michelle showed up to relieve me at the front desk. Just as I was leaving Rich walked into the lobby.
"Hey," he greeted me, smiling.
"Hey," I replied, smiling back. My eyes quickly surveyed him. He looked really handsome in his Army BDU camouflage fatigues.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he whispered.
"Me too," I responded.
We walked to the elevator. After the doors opened, he pressed the button for his floor. "Come to my room and let me change," he said. "Then we'll head out for dinner."
As he followed me into his room and pulled the door shut, I turned to face him. We just stood there for an awkward second before I leaned forward to kiss him. His big arms wrapped around me and we started to make out. There was nothing tentative about our kissing. It was passionate; we were hungry for each other. I reached behind him to grab his ass and pull his crotch forward to press against my own. I could feel my cock hardening as our tongues did battle. Things were escalating quickly. That's when he broke the kiss and pulled back.
"If we don't stop," he said, "we'll never get to the restaurant."
Relenting, I stepped aside so that he could change. I watched as he unbuttoned his BDU jacket. (He'd later joke with me about how officially this garment was a BDU "blouse." It was the least feminine thing imaginable, but the Army loved to screw with the English language.) The olive t-shirt underneath clung nicely to his muscular torso. The thin cotton fabric revealed the points of his nipples as well as the fact that he'd been sweating. I could see the dark circles of perspiration around his armpits as his raised his arms to pull off the shirt and toss it on the floor of his opened closet. Now naked from the waist up, I could admire his muscular, hairy body. My instinct was to look away-to give him privacy and act as if I had no interest. But we both knew better, so I fought the impulse to avert my eyes.
I stared as he began to unbutton the fly of his camouflage pants. He was going commando. His pants hit the floor to reveal a half-hard cock surrounded by an untamed thicket of brown hair. I could feel my mouth water.
"Can't I just drop to my knees now?" I asked him, only half joking.
He chuckled. "Let's have dinner first."
He reached into his closet to grab a pair of Wranglers. Soon his chest was covered by a wifebeater and a red- and black-checked flannel shirt. It would be a major understatement to say that he looked handsome. He looked molten hot.
"You ready?" Rich asked, flashing his pearly whites.
"I'm feeling a little bit overdressed," I admitted. I was still wearing a tie from my desk shift. "Maybe I should go to my room and change." He smiled at me broadly, staring into my eyes as he grabbed my tie and used it to pull me in for quick kiss. Our eyes still locked, my cock stiffened as I felt his big hands undoing my tie knot and then releasing the top button of my shirt. The whole process was somehow very intimate.
He stepped back, still smiling. "Now you look perfect," he said, folding my tie and tossing it on his desk. "Let's go."
As I climbed into the passenger seat of his truck I asked the obvious question: "Where are we going?"
"A really good barbecue restaurant," he said, turning the key in the ignition. Throwing the engine into reverse, he extended his right arm behind my headrest to turn and look backwards. This brought his face closer to mine. He looked into my eyes. "It's actually a good 45-minute drive. But I figured it would be good to get out of town. Plus, it gives us time to talk."
"You've had me worried all day," I admitted as we rolled toward the edge of campus.
"What about?" he asked.
"About what it is you want to discuss. Everything's okay, right?"
Rich reached down to rest his hand on my thigh. "Everything's great," he said. "Better than great. I finally found someone with whom I can be myself. A guy who understands me. A guy who's not afraid to be true to himself."
I was beaming. I couldn't control how broadly I was smiling. And then, just when I thought that I couldn't be happier, Rich cleared his throat.
"And then there are two other things," he continued. "The first is that I think we share the same values. The second," he said, leering at me and tightening his grip on my thigh, "is that you have the tightest, hottest body, and your cock tastes amazing."
I laughed out loud. Rich had great comic timing. But he also knew how to say exactly what I wanted to hear.
"You know I'm not joking," he said, laughing with me.
"I know," I replied. "And it makes me really happy. I can't believe it, almost. You're just about the hottest guy I've ever known."
"Just about?" he asked, teasing me.
"Correction," I said, "you're definitely the hottest guy I've ever known."
"I'm glad you think that," he said. "Really glad. And I'm not going to tell you otherwise. But don't think I'm not counting my blessings you've got a thing for hairy, sweaty Neanderthals."
Our conversation flowed freely as Rich steered his truck along the two-lane county roads that led to the restaurant. We talked about everything. I was telling him things that days earlier I wouldn't even admit to myself: when I first knew I was gay, what I thought about when I beat off, how I faked being straight to my family and friends.
"You've never hooked up with a guy before?" Rich asked.
"Never," I admitted. "You?"
"Nope. No guys until you. You're my one and only." I liked the way that sounded.
"What about girls?" I asked.
"A few," Rich admitted. "It never felt right. I dated a cheerleader in high school. She was a good friend, mostly."
"Did you fuck?" I blurted out. As soon as I asked, I kind of regretted it. The question seemed crass. "Sorry," I apologized. "None of my business."
"What are you saying? Where my dick has been is 100% your business." He paused for a long second. "We were both virgins until the night of the senior prom. I wanted to prove to myself that I was straight. I was able to do it, but not without thinking about half of my teammates naked in the locker room. I made an excuse to break up soon after."
"But there were others?"
"Just two, but not even." he responded. "This is when I was pledging my fraternity. We'd get pretty drunk. The first one I fucked still trying to prove to myself that I could be straight. It was a one-night thing, and not very good. The second," he paused, chuckling a bit, "was the night of the Tri Delt formal. I was trashed and basically got date-raped. She wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. When I couldn't keep it up for her, we blamed the alcohol."
"Keep it up?" I asked. In hindsight I feel so dense about needing a clarification.
"My dick," Rich replied. "She sucked me and got me hard enough to penetrate her, but pretty soon I went limp."
"Sorry," I said.
"Don't be," Rich responded. "It made things more clear to me. From that point forward I found excuses not to hook up. My frat brothers started calling me the choir boy.'"
"That's kind of mean," I said, feeling defensive for Rich. I didn't like the idea of anyone calling him names.
"Mean, maybe, but also true. I'm in the choir at our church. I see you there every Sunday morning."
"I had no idea you were in the choir," I admitted. "You guys are really good."
"Thanks," he said, smiling. "The best part, though, is being way up high in the back of the church and being able to watch that tight butt of yours as you kneel and stand." He started to laugh. "I especially like it when you're kneeling."
I felt myself blush. Ever since I was a kid I had the lazy habit of not lowering my knees all the way to the padded kneeler that flips down from the base of the pew in front of me. Instead, I kind of slide forward, turning my ass upwards on the edge of the pew.
"I think I'm embarrassed," I confessed.
"You shouldn't be," Rich countered. "You should be proud."
Dinner was great. We split a full rack of ribs and enjoyed sides of mac-n-cheese and cole slaw. Being far from the college, the place didn't card, so I even got served. Since he was 21 but I was still 20, at most restaurants I'd be out of luck. It was nice to be able to drink a beer with Rich. Mostly, it was just nice to be with him. It was great, in fact.
He looked really handsome sitting across from me. He'd rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt, exposing his hairy, muscular forearms. He had the top two buttons of his shirt undone as well, treating me to glimpses of his hairy chest. The stubble on his jaw was beginning to reemerge. It was looking especially bristly at the cleft of his chin, where it must have been difficult for him to get a close shave. And then there were his hazel eyes. I know it sounds like bullshit from some romance novel, but I found myself getting lost in them. They had darker flecks of color and a depth and complexity that isn't easy to explain.
All of this had my cock throbbing, but what made it start to leak was when he took his big feet and clasped them on either side of my right foot. I loved the physical contact. It made me feel so wanted and desired.
As we finished our meal, Rich laid out an agenda. "There are two stops I want to make on the way back to the dorm," he said.
My eyes opened wider.
"The first is the drug store on the edge of town," he explained. "I hope I'm not being presumptuous, but I'm thinking it might be a good idea to buy some lube."
I smiled, flattered that Rich, so soon, was willing to move things forward. "I've already waited too long," I said. "I'm ready when you are."
He leaned forward and whispered: "Is it okay if we don't get condoms?"
The truth was I hadn't even thought of using them. But for a second I was having second thoughts. AIDS was a big deal in the early 90s. Even straight guys like Magic Johnson could get it.
"I think so," I said, lowering my eyes and verbalizing my thoughts. "I know I'm okay, and I know you're okay. You didn't get anything from a virgin cheerleader and a couple of sorority girls..."
"I know I didn't," he interrupted. "I know we're both okay. It's just that it's kind of a big commitment." He went to grasp my hand but, realizing we were in a public place, pulled his hand away. Instead, his feet squeezed more tightly around my shoe.
"The way I see it," he explained, "there's only one time you don't have to worry. It's when it's your first time without condoms and also his first time without them. And if you stay monogamous, you're good. That's us right now. I'm not going to think into the future for me-you're the only guy I can ever imagine wanting-but if we're going to preserve the options for you, then maybe we should buy them."
I let what he said sink in. After too long of a pause, I responded: "Rich, you're the only one for me. I don't want anything between us."
He exhaled, smiled, and waived to the waitress for the bill. We didn't say much on the way home. It's not that there was silence between us. It's that there was small talk. I asked Rich about his truck. He told me what it was like being in the ROTC and his plans to fly helicopters for the Army. We compared experiences swimming (me) and playing football (him) in high school.
He pulled into a CVS drugstore on the edge of town. "Wait here," he said, before heading in by himself and then returning with a small bag. He handed it to me. I peeked inside and saw the box containing the tube of KY Jelly. Suddenly what we were about to do got extra real.
"What's the second stop?" I asked.
"St. Barnabas," he said. Our church.
"It's open?" I asked. It was nearly 8:30.
"They don't lock the doors until 9:00," he said.
"Why are we going to St. Barnabas?"
Rich paused for a couple of long seconds.
"Because I want us to pray together," he finally said. "I hope you're okay with it. I want to pray in church. I know it's not where we actually met, but it's where I first noticed you, before we met. And please don't think I want us to ask for forgiveness. God made us, so God loves us. As we are. I just want to ask for His blessing."
To be continued...
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Excellent writing with a very interesting twist at the end. I have not encountered this action before---you have talent.
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Thank you, @michaelnola! I wasn't sure how people would react to a visit to church... it's not a common setting for this sort of story, but it helps to flesh out who these guys are and what makes them tick.
I was thrown, but not in a bad way. I had just graduated high school when I met someone who went on to become one of the best friends I ever had. I started going to church with him and not long after that, whenever we hung out, before we ended the night, we always prayed together. I thought it was really special and a unique part of our friendship. It made us closer.
Just goes to show you that there is a place for everyone...
Part 6
As we left the church and hopped back into Rich's truck, I reached over to rest my hand on the back of his neck. He turned to face me. "Thanks for doing that," I said.
"For doing what?" he asked.
"For suggesting we stop by the church. It clears my conscience a little bit," I chuckled.
"Your conscience," he replied, "shouldn't need clearing."
"You're right," I agreed. A smile washed over my face. "But going into church and praying next to you does make tonight extra special."
"I'm glad," he said, leaning in to kiss me. It wasn't a soft peck on the lips. It was passionate and needy. His tongue quickly found its way into my mouth as the fingers of my left hand felt the bristle of his crew cut and my right hand caressed the stubble of his jaw. When he pivoted to kiss me he had turned and braced himself by pressing his left hand onto my thigh. My cock lengthened as he moved his hand upward toward my crotch. I was throbbing by the time he touched me through the fabric of my khakis. His thumb pressed down on the head while his big, meaty paw gripped the shaft.
I broke the kiss, tracing my tongue over his stubble before tasting the inside of his ear. "I can't believe it," I panted. "I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet."
His hand released my crotch and moved up to cradle the side of my head. "Believe this," he commanded, staring into my eyes. "I'm the lucky one. You're just so darn incredible." I could feel the warmth of his breath wash across my face. "And," he added, "perfect for me." He sealed his statement with another kiss and then pulled away to start the engine of his truck.
As we drove back to the dorm, eager to know everything about the man who had swept me off my feet -- the guy who was going to take my virginity -- I peppered Rich with questions. Why did he choose our college? Why ROTC? What caused him to pledge Kappa Sig? All of his answers revealed that there was so much depth to this guy, so much heart and character. What he said about his fraternity just about summed him up.
"I liked all the brothers in the house," he said, "and I really admired the fraternity's principles."
"What are they?" I asked.
Rich leaned forward a bit, smiling, and started to recite what, as a pledge, he had to commit to memory:
"The Star and Crescent of Kappa Sigma shall not be worn by every man, but only him who is worthy to wear it.
He must be a gentleman...
a man of honor and courage...
a man of zeal, yet humble...
an intelligent man...
a man of truth...
one who tempers action with wisdom and, above all else, one who walks in the light of God."
![kappa sigma.jpg]( "kappa sigma.jpg")
Rich nodded slightly and then leaned back in his seat, pleased with himself for remembering it all.
"I don't know about the rest of your fraternity brothers," I said, "but that sums you up pretty perfectly."
Rich reached toward me in the passenger seat and placed his hand over mine. "Thanks," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.
"The only thing it left out," I quipped, "was your amazing body and your majestic cock!"
We both broke out laughing - and we kept laughing. What I had said was funny, but not enough enough to merit so much laughter for so long. In hindsight, I think we were both probably releasing the tension we felt. We were both excited about what was going to happen -- incredibly excited. But also we were probably kind of nervous.
"It's your body that's amazing," Rich said. "Dang it, you're hot, your muscles are so tight and," he paused for dramatic effect, "that ass!"
"Oh come on," I insisted, "you are bigger and taller and strong-"
"You're amazing!" Rich interrupted. He really seemed to mean it.
"Your majesty!" I replied, referring to his cock -- and then we both started laughing again.
Thus was born our secret nicknames for each other. If people weren't around, like the next afternoon when I was sitting at the dorm's front desk, Rich would sneak up behind me, clasp his hands to my shoulders, let his hot breath wash across my ear, and say "Hey, Amazing." So "Amazing" was his pet name for me. But mine for him was even better. I'd call him "Your Majesty," but what made this nickname even better was that sometimes, given the context, it was clear that I was referring to his dick. For example, he'd say "How's my amazing loyal subject?" I'd answer, "Eager to please your majesty."
By this point he was parking his truck outside our dorm. The next few minutes were sort of a blur. It was as if nothing mattered other than me, him, and getting inside his room. I couldn't focus my eyes on anything else. The two of us made a bee-line through the lobby to the elevator, not even glancing at the front desk and whoever was working it.
The next thing I knew we were inside Rich's room. The door shut behind us as he pushed me back against it with one hand and locked it with the other.
Our lips pressed together as we embraced. His tongue was in my mouth and mine was in his. I raked my fingers from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. My hands cupped his firm ass as his body thrust forward, trapping me between the cold, hard door and the heat of his own evident hardness. My hands slid up his sides to his armpits. Through the flannel of his shirt I could feel the dampness of his sweat.
Suddenly the stubble of his chin grazed my ear. A million little lightning bolts coursed through my body, giving me goose bumps. "I'm so hot for you," he panted. I responded by tightening my grasp on him and tracing my tongue along the length of his neck.
That's when I felt his hands on my ass. As he lifted me off the floor my legs spread and wrapped around his waist. The next thing I knew I was on my back in his bed.
He pressed down on top of me, enveloping me with his warmth and his weight. We were kissing again, and even though we remained fully clothed, I could feel his hardness thrust against my own throbbing desire. I bucked against him while I stared into the kaleidoscopic beauty of his hazel eyes. He pawed at the buttons of my shirt, pushing it open to reveal my flesh. His lips descended down my neck and over my collarbone. Then his mouth consumed my nipple, sucking it, while his tongue flicked back and forth over the nub.
This caused my cock, already impossibly hard, to start oozing pre-cum, a fact confirmed when I turned the tables by wiggling out from beneath Rich and flipping him onto his back. I looked down at my khakis to confirm that my juices were soaking through, leaving a small but noticeable wet spot a few inches to the right of my fly.
It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless. Fortunately, Rich's western-style flannel shirt had snaps instead of buttons. I ripped it open all at once so that only his wifebeater stood between me and his muscular, hairy torso. As Rich helped me push the flannel shirt up and over his biceps I was treated to a close-up view of his armpits, each featuring a wild tangle of hair. I pressed my face into his left pit, inhaling the scent of his fresh sweat, and then moved up to his handsome face for what, up to that point, was the most wanton, open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss of my life. "Damn," I panted, "you're amazing."
"That's you," he smiled, lifting his head to peck me on the lips.
It doesn't take much to stoke my confidence - or, at least when Rich is involved, to melt away my inhibitions. His muscular torso looked so sexy in that wifebeater. It would look even sexier without it. I grabbed the fabric of his undershirt with both hands and yanked in opposite directions. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he heard the fabric rip, exposing his hairy chest and abs.
![erection jeans copy.jpg]( "erection jeans copy.jpg")
I leaned down to taste his flesh, kissing, licking, sucking everything from his collarbones to his nipples to the ridge beneath his pecs, to his treasure trail, abs, and navel. And then, just below the waist of his jeans, I pressed my face into his crotch and inhaled. I traced my tongue along the outline of his hard cock, clearly evident beneath the well-worn fabric. I reached for the button and pulled down the zipper to reveal first Rich's forest of pubic hair and then his thick, engorged cock. He lifted his hips so I could slide off his jeans. Now he was totally naked.
I bowed down between his legs and began to worship his cock. With just the tip of my tongue I gently traced it's length. Rich sighed as it twitched in response. I flicked the tip of my tongue against his frenulum - that ultra-sensitive spot just beneath his piss slit, which started to glisten with his transparent pre-cum. I dipped my tongue into his nectar, tasting the sweetness. I licked my lips and slowly enveloped his dickhead, sucking while swirling my tongue around his helmet.
"Damn!" Rich exclaimed, clasping my head. I released his cock from my mouth.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Hell no," he panted. "It's just so, so right."
To be continued...
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As we left the church and hopped back into Rich's truck, I reached over to rest my hand on the back of his neck. He turned to face me. "Thanks for doing that," I said.
"For doing what?" he asked.
"For suggesting we stop by the church. It clears my conscience a little bit," I chuckled.
"Your conscience," he replied, "shouldn't need clearing."
"You're right," I agreed. A smile washed over my face. "But going into church and praying next to you does make tonight extra special."
"I'm glad," he said, leaning in to kiss me. It wasn't a soft peck on the lips. It was passionate and needy. His tongue quickly found its way into my mouth as the fingers of my left hand felt the bristle of his crew cut and my right hand caressed the stubble of his jaw. When he pivoted to kiss me he had turned and braced himself by pressing his left hand onto my thigh. My cock lengthened as he moved his hand upward toward my crotch. I was throbbing by the time he touched me through the fabric of my khakis. His thumb pressed down on the head while his big, meaty paw gripped the shaft.
I broke the kiss, tracing my tongue over his stubble before tasting the inside of his ear. "I can't believe it," I panted. "I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet."
His hand released my crotch and moved up to cradle the side of my head. "Believe this," he commanded, staring into my eyes. "I'm the lucky one. You're just so darn incredible." I could feel the warmth of his breath wash across my face. "And," he added, "perfect for me." He sealed his statement with another kiss and then pulled away to start the engine of his truck.
As we drove back to the dorm, eager to know everything about the man who had swept me off my feet -- the guy who was going to take my virginity -- I peppered Rich with questions. Why did he choose our college? Why ROTC? What caused him to pledge Kappa Sig? All of his answers revealed that there was so much depth to this guy, so much heart and character. What he said about his fraternity just about summed him up.
"I liked all the brothers in the house," he said, "and I really admired the fraternity's principles."
"What are they?" I asked.
Rich leaned forward a bit, smiling, and started to recite what, as a pledge, he had to commit to memory:
"The Star and Crescent of Kappa Sigma shall not be worn by every man, but only him who is worthy to wear it.
He must be a gentleman...
a man of honor and courage...
a man of zeal, yet humble...
an intelligent man...
a man of truth...
one who tempers action with wisdom and, above all else, one who walks in the light of God."
Rich nodded slightly and then leaned back in his seat, pleased with himself for remembering it all.
"I don't know about the rest of your fraternity brothers," I said, "but that sums you up pretty perfectly."
Rich reached toward me in the passenger seat and placed his hand over mine. "Thanks," he said, giving my hand a squeeze.
"The only thing it left out," I quipped, "was your amazing body and your majestic cock!"
We both broke out laughing - and we kept laughing. What I had said was funny, but not enough enough to merit so much laughter for so long. In hindsight, I think we were both probably releasing the tension we felt. We were both excited about what was going to happen -- incredibly excited. But also we were probably kind of nervous.
"It's your body that's amazing," Rich said. "Dang it, you're hot, your muscles are so tight and," he paused for dramatic effect, "that ass!"
"Oh come on," I insisted, "you are bigger and taller and strong-"
"You're amazing!" Rich interrupted. He really seemed to mean it.
"Your majesty!" I replied, referring to his cock -- and then we both started laughing again.
Thus was born our secret nicknames for each other. If people weren't around, like the next afternoon when I was sitting at the dorm's front desk, Rich would sneak up behind me, clasp his hands to my shoulders, let his hot breath wash across my ear, and say "Hey, Amazing." So "Amazing" was his pet name for me. But mine for him was even better. I'd call him "Your Majesty," but what made this nickname even better was that sometimes, given the context, it was clear that I was referring to his dick. For example, he'd say "How's my amazing loyal subject?" I'd answer, "Eager to please your majesty."
By this point he was parking his truck outside our dorm. The next few minutes were sort of a blur. It was as if nothing mattered other than me, him, and getting inside his room. I couldn't focus my eyes on anything else. The two of us made a bee-line through the lobby to the elevator, not even glancing at the front desk and whoever was working it.
The next thing I knew we were inside Rich's room. The door shut behind us as he pushed me back against it with one hand and locked it with the other.
Our lips pressed together as we embraced. His tongue was in my mouth and mine was in his. I raked my fingers from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist. My hands cupped his firm ass as his body thrust forward, trapping me between the cold, hard door and the heat of his own evident hardness. My hands slid up his sides to his armpits. Through the flannel of his shirt I could feel the dampness of his sweat.
Suddenly the stubble of his chin grazed my ear. A million little lightning bolts coursed through my body, giving me goose bumps. "I'm so hot for you," he panted. I responded by tightening my grasp on him and tracing my tongue along the length of his neck.
That's when I felt his hands on my ass. As he lifted me off the floor my legs spread and wrapped around his waist. The next thing I knew I was on my back in his bed.
He pressed down on top of me, enveloping me with his warmth and his weight. We were kissing again, and even though we remained fully clothed, I could feel his hardness thrust against my own throbbing desire. I bucked against him while I stared into the kaleidoscopic beauty of his hazel eyes. He pawed at the buttons of my shirt, pushing it open to reveal my flesh. His lips descended down my neck and over my collarbone. Then his mouth consumed my nipple, sucking it, while his tongue flicked back and forth over the nub.
This caused my cock, already impossibly hard, to start oozing pre-cum, a fact confirmed when I turned the tables by wiggling out from beneath Rich and flipping him onto his back. I looked down at my khakis to confirm that my juices were soaking through, leaving a small but noticeable wet spot a few inches to the right of my fly.
It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless. Fortunately, Rich's western-style flannel shirt had snaps instead of buttons. I ripped it open all at once so that only his wifebeater stood between me and his muscular, hairy torso. As Rich helped me push the flannel shirt up and over his biceps I was treated to a close-up view of his armpits, each featuring a wild tangle of hair. I pressed my face into his left pit, inhaling the scent of his fresh sweat, and then moved up to his handsome face for what, up to that point, was the most wanton, open-mouthed, tongue-swirling kiss of my life. "Damn," I panted, "you're amazing."
"That's you," he smiled, lifting his head to peck me on the lips.
It doesn't take much to stoke my confidence - or, at least when Rich is involved, to melt away my inhibitions. His muscular torso looked so sexy in that wifebeater. It would look even sexier without it. I grabbed the fabric of his undershirt with both hands and yanked in opposite directions. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he heard the fabric rip, exposing his hairy chest and abs.
I leaned down to taste his flesh, kissing, licking, sucking everything from his collarbones to his nipples to the ridge beneath his pecs, to his treasure trail, abs, and navel. And then, just below the waist of his jeans, I pressed my face into his crotch and inhaled. I traced my tongue along the outline of his hard cock, clearly evident beneath the well-worn fabric. I reached for the button and pulled down the zipper to reveal first Rich's forest of pubic hair and then his thick, engorged cock. He lifted his hips so I could slide off his jeans. Now he was totally naked.
I bowed down between his legs and began to worship his cock. With just the tip of my tongue I gently traced it's length. Rich sighed as it twitched in response. I flicked the tip of my tongue against his frenulum - that ultra-sensitive spot just beneath his piss slit, which started to glisten with his transparent pre-cum. I dipped my tongue into his nectar, tasting the sweetness. I licked my lips and slowly enveloped his dickhead, sucking while swirling my tongue around his helmet.
"Damn!" Rich exclaimed, clasping my head. I released his cock from my mouth.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Hell no," he panted. "It's just so, so right."
To be continued...
PLEASE COMMENT to share your feedback! How are you enjoying the story so far? What parts did you find hottest? Any constructive criticism? I enjoy writing in my spare time and hope to continue to improve. Also, please consider checking out my other stories: "Anything You Want," "Naval Academy Wrestler," and "Aaron, My Student." Thanks!
somethingtosingabout
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Beautiful writing as always! Can't wait for the coming chapters!
