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The Boys Next Door, Part One
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THE BOYS NEXT DOOR
All the neighbors complained when the three young men moved in the
apartment across the hall from mine. The cry went up that the new comers
would play loud music and keep everyone in the building awake with their
comings and goings. Everyone complained but me. I knew three good looking
hunks when I saw them, and these guys were beautifully built. I studied them
carefully as they carried in furniture, boxes of belongs, and stacks of books
and records. They had stripped down to their shorts, and I longed to lap up
the sweat that ran down their well developed chests and bulging arms. I could
not believe my good luck. I would get to see these guys coming and going
every day!
I decided to offer them some help with the moving. No one has friends on
moving day, and I wanted them to know that I was their friend. Each one
smiled warmly in appreciation, and soon I too had taken off my shirt and was
sweating in the heat. The three were younger than I by about five years.
They were in their third year in a near by community college. It took me no
time to learn their names and what they were studying. Frank was an engineer
student from a small town in the rural part of the state. Rob was a business
major from a small city about a hundred miles away. Jeff was an English major
from a large city in the middle of the state. Of the three, Jeff really
caught my eye. His build told he had been on the wrestling team in high
school. And although he wore big glasses, when he took them off and looked
straight into my eyes, I almost dropped the box I was carrying. He was the
sexiest looking of the three, but none of them would I have kicked out of bed.
As soon as all their things were in the apartment, we sat down to take a
break. Frank complained that they had not thought to buy beer. Hardly had he
spoken than I was getting a six pack from my apartment. The three smiled
warmly as I handed them the beer, and I felt Frank's smile was on the knowing
side. Had he already figured me out? Did he so soon know that I was dying to
get into their pants?
We drank deeply of our beer, and when Frank began speaking, I felt sure
he had my number. "Where are the girls around here? We three fellows are
going to need some action. We can't study all the time," he said looking at
me.
My heart skipped a beat. His message was clear enough. Thanks for the
help moving us in, but no thanks to anything sexual. We are real men, and we
want our pussy.
"I'm afraid I can't help you in that area," I said and paused before
adding, "In love and war, it's every man for himself."
"Well, where do you get yours?" Frank asked with almost a snarl.
"I'll gladly lend you a hand with moving or a beer to drink," I said with
a laugh, "but don't ask me to tell you my sex secrets."
"Why not?" asked Frank in a most unfriendly tone. "What kind of secrets
do you have?"
"Lay off, Frank," said Jeff pleasantly but firmly.
Frank took another swallow of beer, and I felt very uncomfortable and
wanted to retreat. I started to stand. Rob said I should not leave. I said
I had to go, but before I could move Jeff stood and put his hand on my
shoulder and firmly pushed me back to the box I was sitting on. "You haven't
told us the things we really need to know about," Jeff said with his
penetrating smile. "Like the best grocery stores, the laundry-mats etc."
As I started filling them in on the neighborhood, the tension caused by
Frank began to ease, and soon we were telling jokes and opening more beers.
When I finally left, they all shook my hand and thanked me for the help
and the beer. I thought for sure Jeff's handshake was stronger than the
others, but I was afraid to look straight into his eyes. When I tried to
release his hand, I realized that he was holding on to me and forcing me to
look him in the face. I almost melted when I did. This twenty-one year old,
blond hair, blue eyed youth had a powerful stare that moved right to your
insides. All my muscles went weak, and it's a wonder I did not fall down
right in their messy living room.
"You didn't tell us what kind of work you do," said Jeff.
"I'm an English lit teacher at in the local high school," I said weakly.
"English is my Major. If I need any help, are you available for
tutoring?"
"Sure," I answered thinking this guy was too sharp to need help from
anyone.
"You'd better find out what he charges," said Frank darkly.
I said there would be no charge for friends. As I was closing the door,
I saw Frank rubbing his crotch with a sneer. When I got in my apartment, I
decided to lay low for a while. They might have my number, but I didn't have
to confirm their suspicions with overt acts of friendliness. Christ! What
kind of world is it where you are afraid to be kind to your neighbors?
Several days later, Rob knocked on my door one afternoon at four thirty.
He had a cup in his hand and wanted to borrow some flour. He readily took a
cup of coffee when I offered it, and I soon learned about the three's living
arrangement. They took turns doing the household chores. One would cook for
several days, one would clean up the house, and one would do nothing. This
was Rob turn to cook. As we sat around talking, he kept glancing at my
apartment and complimenting me on how it looked. Finally, I realized he was
hinting to see it all. I invited him to see the other rooms. Like his, my
apartment had a master bedroom, a smaller bedroom, and a bath and a half. I
wondered what their sleeping arrangement was, but I was afraid to asked.
When Rob saw my king-size bed, he gave away their sleeping situation.
"That's what we need," he said. He went on to say they had a double bed in
one room and a single bed in the other. As with the house chores, they took
turns sleeping in the room with single bed which meant two of them were always
sleeping together. Rob said that he hated it when it was his turn to sleep
with Frank. I timidly asked why, and he told me that Frank was a rough
sleeper and that sometimes he -Rob- would wake up and find Frank on top of
him. "I sure would hate to be a women in bed with that big...," Rob paused
and I could tell he was looking for another word to replace the one he started
to use, "..bastard."
As we looked through the rest of my apartment, I began to get the feeling
that Rob had come to spy me out. When he saw my VHS, he wanted to know if I
had any dirty movies. I told him I usually rented them. He kept pressing to
find if I had any films at all. Finally, I told him I had only one that
someone had given me. He wanted to see it. I told him there was not time,
and he said just let him see the cover. By now I was developing a strong
attraction to this young man and would do about anything he requested. I
opened a drawer and pulled out the video tape. On the cover were two men and
one woman with little to cover their nudity.
"Damn! I bet this is a hot one," Rob said instinctively touching his
crotch.
I told him we could look at it one night, and as I spoke I was stealing
glances at a large bulge in Rob's pants. Just then a sharp knock at the door
broke our individual thoughts. As I turned to the door, I realized that Rob
had left it ajar when he came in. Now standing in the door way was Frank with
his usual snarl.
"What you got there, roommate?" he asked pointing to the video in Rob's
hand. "You're not planning to look at fuck films when you're supposed to be
cooking my dinner are you?"
Without a word I handed Rob the cup of sugar he had come after, and he
handed me the tape. As they were leaving, I marvelled at Frank's ability to
inflict guilt into any situation. I had a Sunday School teacher like that
once. But apparently guilt givers come in all shapes and forms.
A few days later I was surprised to find Frank standing at my door with
an empty cup in his hand.
"Sugar?" I asked as coolly as I could.
"No," he said very friendly, "I'm making brownies and it calls for two
eggs. We don't have any."
When I asked why the cup, he hesitated and finally admitted that he hated
to break eggs and asked if I would do it for him. As I was cracking the eggs,
Frank groaned. I asked why he did not like eggs, and he told me with a
shudder that he didn't like anything slimy. I asked about raw oysters, and he
said they made him puke. With a bit of malice, I reminded him that oysters
would put lead in his pecker. He said he didn't need help in that
department. Then with a hand to his crotch and in hoarse whisper said, "Like
I told you that first day, I'm still looking for some action."
For a split second I wanted to put my hand on that bulging crotch, but
sanity took over, and I brushed the opportunity aside. Surely this was his
way of putting me on trial. Had I fallen for his ploy, he would have called
me a faggot and run to tell his roommates that he had been right all along.
Fuck him, I thought as I handed him two eggs broken in his cup.
Instead of leaving, he asked to look at the video tape that I had shown
Rob. I got it for him, and he looked at it intently and shamelessly gave me a
profile of his erected dick. He was really hung, but I refused to give in.
It was a trap. I took the tape from him and promised that maybe he and his
roommates could all come over and look at it sometime. I counted on the
safety in numbers. But Frank actually looked hurt as he left my apartment.
Or was it a look of confusion? He had been so cock sure (I love that
expression) that I was after his dick. Maybe my sending him packing was a
disappointment or a blow to his ego. Funny, I would have given anything to
have blown that big dick of his, and all I blew was his ego.
The next night at ten o'clock, I opened my door to find Jeff.
"What? No cup?" I asked.
"I want to borrow something larger than a cup," he said with a smile. "I
need a place to sleep tonight."
Quickly and, I hope, calmly, I threw open the door. Jeff explained that
it was his week to share the bed with Frank and that Frank's girl friend from
back home was there for the night.
"Rather than sleeping on the floor, I thought I'd take a chance on your
letting me sleep with you," he said with that smile and penetrating look that
forbad anyone to say no. Certainly, I didn't.
I told him to give me a hand making up the guest bed, but when we went
into my room to get the sheets, he saw my king size bed, and asked why bother
with the other bed. Mine was bigger than he was used to unless I minded
sleeping with him. When I told him I didn't mind at all, I must have given
away the whole truth about my desire for him. He went to the far side of the
bed and took off his glasses and nailed me with one of his bedroom looks.
Next he slipped out of his tee shirt and waited for me to take off my shirt.
I did so. Next he took off his shoes and sox. I followed his lead undressing
piece by piece, but I could not take my eyes off his beautiful face and
captivating eyes. Soon we were down to our underpants. He slipped his off
with ease, and I almost stumbled taking mine off, for the first glance at his
huge soft dick swinging below a bush of blond pubic hair was nearly more than
I could take.
"Get in bed," he ordered softly, and I willingly obeyed.
In the few seconds it took me to get in bed, his dick had risen
considerably. When he climbed in bed, he kept climbing until he was sitting
astride my chest, and I was eye balling one of the most delicious looking
dicks I had ever seen.
"Go for it," he said in a tone that was at once both sweet and
demanding. I did not have to be told twice. I slurped that lovely dick right
down as far as I could take it. Instantly, it was rock hard, and I began
maneuvering for a better sucking position. I took his dick out and replaced
it with his huge, warm balls. He sighed deeply as I sloshed his balls one at
a time in my mouth.
When I came up for air, I reached for the drawer in my bedside table.
"What you getting?" he asked.
"A condom," I said.
"No need," he informed me. "I'm practically a virgin. I only had one
girl in high school, and we always used a rubber."
"No guys?" I asked.
"You're my first. Let's make it good, okay?" he said softly, and with
these word he lifted my head and inserted his dick into my willing mouth. And
as I sucked on that wonderful dick, I knew for a certainty that he was telling
me the truth about his virginity. In no time he was pumping his dick as far
down my throat as I could take it. Soon he warned me that he was about to
cum, and I sucked harder to encourage him. What a wonderful load it was.
Hot, sweet, and plentiful. I took it all, and when he was finished, he
nestled up in my arms and went to sleep. I could not even think of sleep. I
lay there with that beautiful, manly youth -a fucking wrestler- in my arms
wondering what I could possibly have done to please the gods for such a
reward.
During the night I awoke to feel a warm mouth on my cock. When I turned
on the light, he looked up and smiled and went back to sucking on me. I knew
by the way he sucked that he was indeed a virgin. I had to make several
requests that he watch his teeth. After a while I stopped telling him. It
was a sheer pleasure to be bitten by one so beautiful.
"Hey," he said taking my dick from his mouth, "I can't believe this. I
am about cum without even touching my dick."
I told him it happened that way with guys. Quickly I got our dicks
together, and he beat us off using his two hands around our dicks. When our
cums had stopped shooting and was still flowing over our dicks and balls, he
said he had never realized that sex could be so good with another human
being. I promised him that he had only just begun and that I could show him a
lot more. He smiled and said he was willing. With that he curled up in my
arms a second time, and with our wet dicks touching, we went back to sleep.
In the morning I heard him slip out of bed and head for the bathroom. I
went to the kitchen and fixed coffee and wondered what kind of "morning after"
thoughts Jeff was having. When I heard the shower running, I got a towel and
went into the bathroom. "Here's a towel," I yelled over the noise of the
shower. "Thanks," he said. I wanted him to say something else, but I didn't
know what. As I was going out the bathroom door, he yelled, "Hey, Mike, do
you have that dried cum all over you dick and balls?" When I told him I did,
he asked me to join him in the shower and we could washing each other off.
Jesus, did I get in that shower in a hurry!
Drying off in my bedroom he told me he thought something was probably
wrong with him. I thought, Oh no. Here comes the guilt shit. I told him
nothing was wrong with him, and he asked, "If nothing is wrong with me, why is
my dick hard all the time?" I told him it was made that way for people like
me who like to take the lead out of other guy's peckers. He laughed and
taking his huge meat in both hands asked, "You want to take some out of me
right now?"
Within the minute I had him propped up on pillars in my bed, and I was
between his legs sucking everything in sight. In no time he shot a copious
load of cum down my throat. After I had swallowed it all, I looked up into
those beautiful blue eyes and I almost cried when he said gently, "Thanks."
We looked at each other for a minute without saying a word while his dick grew
soft and fell on my face.
He broke the silence by asking, "What else you got to teach me?" I asked
if he was really ready, and when he said yes, I lifted his legs and licked the
underside of his balls getting very close to his clean ass hole. He lifted
his legs higher and offered me anything I wanted. At that point, I felt we
both knew what we wanted, but I stopped licking him long enough to roll him
over on his stomach. Then I began licking first one check of his ass and then
another. Each time I switched to the other cheek, my tongue came closer to
the center and that dark hole that awaited my attention. When I was within an
inch of his hole, Jeff began moaning and moving his whole body on the bed.
Finally, he reached around with his hands and pulled wide opened his ass
checks revealing to me a hairless hole that was already opening itself and
inviting my tongue to invade it. I paused just long enough to inflict Jeff
with the anxiety of anticipation. Then I plunged my tongue deep into his
ass. As I did, he rose up off the bed and forced his ass into my face.
Next he got on his hands and knees and pushed his ass into my face and
moved up and down. I felt as if my mouth was on a bucking horse, but I was
determined not to lose him, and he sure seemed determined to stick with me.
After about three minutes of the wildest face fucking I had ever had, he
turned and put his arms around me and flipped me over in the bed. For a
moment I thought he had gone wild, but then I realized I had just been thrown
to the mat by a wrestler. Before I could get up, he climbed up on my face and
pushed his ass right down on my mouth and began rubbing it and yelling for me
to stick my tongue in deeper. I had so much of his sweet ass in my mouth that
I could hardly breath.
After a few minutes of that he quickly got off me and said, "Come on.
You know what we have to do next. Let's do it."
I knew exactly what was next. I told him to lie on his back. As he got
ready, I reached for a lubricant, but he shook his head. "No grease," he
said, "just you and me."
"Okay, Jeff, no lubricant," I said, "but you might as well learn from the
beginning to do it right, and doing it right means using a condom." As I
pulled the rubber over my enlarged dick, I added truthfully, "I have been with
other guys."
He nodding his head understandingly, and I lifted his legs and gave him
once last tonguing before putting my hard dick into his virgin ass. I was
easy. After all, I have a big dick, and it was his first time. However, he
took it like a sport, and soon I was throwing him all I had and he was asking
for more. What a sight I had. His beautiful face looking up at me with lust,
his muscular body soaking up my hard dick. I leaned over and suck on his
tits, and he almost cried with joy. "I am going to cum," he whispered. I
told him that I was too, and just as we both reached our climax, our mouths
came together in a deep and longing kiss.
When I pulled out of him, he pulled me up on his chest, and I could feel
his warm cum sticking us together. "Guess what," he said. "Next time you get
the bottom." I told him it suited the shit right out of me, and I asked if
Frank's girl friend would be spending another night. He said she was and he
sure hoped he could find someone to take him in again. No problem, I said.
**********************
If I fuck a thousand guys, I'll never forget Jeff's look when I pulled
out of him. His virgin ass had enjoyed the hell out of the fucking I had
given him, and it hadn't taken him long to get used to my big cock and the
pleasures of taking it up the ass. But when I pulled out, he learned another
new thing about fucking: when it's over, there's an empty place in your ass
and in your spirit. I am not sure I can describe this, but when two guys are
really enjoying fucking each other, regardless of who's top and who's bottom,
there is a union of both body and spirit. And when the dick and ass separate,
there is a moment of emptiness. That's why when I pull out, I always do some
hugging and kissing. That sort of keeps the spirit of the act alive. People
who just fuck to get their rocks off might not understand what I'm saying, but
let me tell you, Jeff was not the kind of guy you just wanted to fuck and
forget.
"Next time, you get the bottom," he said again cutting to my heart with
both his words and his beautiful blue eyes. I could tell by the way he said
it that he had enjoyed my fucking him, and he wanted to show that he could
give the same pleasure to me. Naturally, I felt in love with him on the
spot. Here was a guy who wanted to fuck me, not just for his own pleasure,
but to give me pleasure, too. That's what fucking is all about.
Jeff spent the rest of the day with his roommates and Frank's girl
friend. In the afternoon they invited me over for drinks. I had a hard time
being so near Jeff, and tried not to look at him, but he was the same easy
going, self assured athlete. He asked me about my work, background, and
schooling just as if we have not spent the previous night fucking our eyeballs
out. Once when no one was looking, he winked wickedly. Frank was unusually
kind. He made none of his usual petty remarks. His girl was the typical,
uninteresting yuppie. I could not help but wonder as we sat with our drinks
talking quite properly if she had gagged on that big dick of his. I suspected
that she had not even taken it in the mouth. In fact, she looked so straight,
I was surprised she even slept with him. Maybe she just gave him a hand job.
I was so busy hoping that Frank had had a miserable sexual experience, that I
almost missed a question he directed at me.
"I hope you didn't mind having Jeff stay with you last night. He
behaved, didn't he?" asked Frank with faked innocence.
"I did not mind, and I can't tell you if he behaved." I said. "Whatever
he did, he did in the other bedroom."
"Oh? I thought maybe you two would sleep in that big bed of yours," said
Frank with a more of his faked innocence.
Before I could answer, Frank's girl spoke up, "Don't be silly, honey,
guys don't sleep together in the same bed."
Apparently, Miss Proper did not know the the sleeping arrangement of the
three. Hadn't she noticed that there were only two beds, a double and a
single? I decided it was my turn to get in a little malice. "Some guys do,"
I said taking another drink.
This caused a conversational pause that couldn't be gapped. I made my
excuses and went home. Jeff saw me to the door and asked in a voice that all
could hear if I was sure I didn't mind him sleeping in my spare bedroom
again. I also speaking for the benefit of the others said it was no problem
and that all three of them were welcome to use the room whenever there was a
need. Then to add to the innocence of our relationship, I gave Jeff a spare
key in case he came in after I had retired. I thought it was a nice touch
since nothing would put me to sleep until I slept in his arms.
I was lying in bed grading English themes when I heard him unlock the
door and come in. My heart skipped a beat. I was speechless. He came in the
bedroom and said nothing. I wondered if he was having second thoughts about
sex with me. Neither of us spoke. We just looked at each other. Finally, he
reached over and pulled the sheet off my naked body. Still no words were
spoken. Slowly and deliberately he began to undress. First, he pulled off
his tee shirt revealing that muscular, wrestler's chest. He sat down on a
chair to take off his shoes and sox. Then he stood to unfasten his jeans. He
tried to let them fall to his ankles, but because of an enormous erection, he
had to pushed them past his crotch. Then he just stood there with his pants
around his ankles and his dick pointing straight at me. I knew what he
wanted. It was my turn to get fucked, but I really wondered if I could take
that huge piece of meat. I had never had one that big. But when I looked in
his eyes, my fears and anxieties melted. Jeff could do wonders with his
eyes. One soulful look from those blue eyes, and my asshole relaxed and began
to itch for him to fuck me.
He came to the edge of the bed. Still neither of us had spoken. I rose
up on my elbow and took the head of his dick into my mouth and tongued it
good. He moaned softly, and while I was still sucking his cock, he leaned
over and opened the bedside table. I could hear him taking out the lubricant
and a package of condoms. I sucked him harder and thought thank god he is
going to use a lubricant. The night before he had insisted I fuck him with
just my spit, but then I had eating his ass to the point it was ready for
anything.
I sucked deeper when I felt Jeff's hand on my ass. He pulled open the
cheeks, and I felt a well lubricated finger slip into my ass. I moaned in
pleasure, and I knew that I wanted his dick in me more than anything else.
Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I jumped up and crawled to the other
side of the bed and turned to face him. On my hands and knees I said in a
firm voice, "You want my ass, don't you? Well, Mr. High School Wrestler, I'm
not giving it to you." A look of confusion crossed Jeff's face. "If you want
it, you're going to have to take it," I said.
Now Jeff smiled broadly, and said, "That ass belongs to me." I told him
to come get it, and in a flash he was on me. I had never wrestled before, but
I was learning fast. I put up a struggle, but my efforts were nothing for
Jeff. In no time he had me on my back with my shoulders penned to the bed for
the count of three. Next he flipped over on my stomach and pulled my right
arm up behind my back and sat on my butt. He pushed on my arm until I felt
the pain and then asked, "Whose asshole is this?" Quickly, I told him it was
his. He released my arm and stretched out on my back with his mouth to my ear
and his hard dick up against my ass. He whispered, "You want me to fuck you?
Tell me!" I begged him to fuck me.
"You got to help me do something," he whispered again. "What?" With a
laugh he said,"Help me with this damn condom."
We sat up and faced each in bed, and he let me roll the condom over his
huge dick. God! he looked sexy with that rubber on. I remembered how I hated
it when I first started using condoms, but now they have become a real turn
on. The sight of a rubber on a hard dick causes my ass to juice up and get
ready for action.
It was not an easy entry, but I was determined not to stop him or slow
him down. It was his first piece of male ass, and I wanted it to be good for
him. I knew it would be good for me. He wanted me on my stomach which is not
my favorite position when being fucked by a giant cock. When I'm on my back,
I can always wiggle away from the full force of a pounding dick, but when I'm
on my stomach, there is nowhere to go. Being a wrestler, Jeff wanted his man
penned beneath him, and pen me to the bed he did.
I soon realized I was right about why Jeff wanted me on my back. Fucking
did remind him of wresting. I began to wondered if his mind was on wrestling
me or fucking me. Well, of course, he was fucking me. That pole of a dick
kept reminding me of that fact. But I also had the feeling he was both
wresting and fucking every guy he had been to the mat with.
I asked him who his favorite wrestling buddy was in high school, and he
said a guy name Phil. Then he started fucking me harder, and while he fucked,
he put his arms under mine and his hands behind my neck. I assumed it was
some kind of wrestling hold. Then he drove his dick to the hilt in my ass.
In that position, I was helpless to do anything except take every inch of it.
I had a feeling I knew what was going through his mind, so I asked him
how he would like to be fucking his buddy Phil right now. He moaned and said
nothing but by the increase of his pounding dick in my ass, I knew I had been
right. Jeff was in bed with me, but he was fucking his high school buddy.
Yet I didn't care. After all, I was getting the pleasure of feeling that big
dick, not some friend from the past.
By the time he reached his climax, I was about to blow a load too. As
soon as he had finished, he withdrew and turned me over and grabbed my dick
and pounded it to until flying shots of my cum hit me on the chin. Then
without a word, he leaned over and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I could
feel my wet cum joining our touching chins. Still leaning over me, he put his
head next to mine on the pillar and sobbed. I asked him what was wrong, but
he continued to sob for about a half minute. Then he raised his head and
looked at me with tears in those beautiful eyes.
"You were right. I was thinking about Phil," he said pausing. "All
those years we wrestled. I wanted to... I think we both wanted to. I hope
you don't mind."
"Why should I mind?" I asked taking a tear from his eye on my finger and
putting into my mouth.
"Because this was my first time, and it should have been with you, not
him," he explained.
"It was with both of us, and I'm glad you shared with me your thoughts,"
I said truthfully. For a second I wondered how many times I had fucked or
gotten fucked with my mind or or the other guy's mind on someone else. At
least here was someone who was honest about his thoughts, and that made the
act even more intimate.
"Let's get a shower together," he said getting up. "And next time, I
promise that my thoughts will all be on you."
I said it was a deal, and as I got in the shower with him, it came to me
that I had just had the best fuck of my entire life and was due for another
from this hunky, good looking wrestler.
+ + + + + +
Sunday night Frank's girl friend went, and Jeff had no excuse for
spending the night with me. We had a hard time seeing each other alone, and
he finally resorted to calling me on the phone from school. He could never
seem to get away from his roommates. Wednesday he came over, and while we
were discussing whether or not we could get by with a fast fuck in bed, there
was a knock at the door. Both his roommates were there. I felt sure they
were checking up on us. Quickly, I told them I was just about to call and
invite them over for popcorn. Rob suggested we look at a fuck film and my
VHS. So I popped the corn, and put on a straight fuck film that I usually
show to my straight friends or the to guys I'm trying to seduce.
It was a boring party. After a few comments, none of the roommates said
anything. I noticed that all three had hardons. I also noticed that Frank
kept cutting his eye both toward me and Jeff. I figured he suspected
something, but it had to be all guessing on his part. Jeff and I hardly look
at one another throughout the film. When it was over, I told them I had
papers to grade and that had studying to do. As they stood to leave, I saw
each was still sporting a hardon. Jeff and Rob tried to cover theirs up, but
Frank made his very obvious and then said something that surprised me.
"Hey, that made me real horny. Who do I sleep with tonight? Oh, yeah,
Rob. How about giving me a little bit tonight?" he said slapping Rob on the
back.
"You just stay on your side of the bed, Frank," said Rob. "Beside, you
had your woman all weekend."
"Hell, that's history. Anyway, she wouldn't even..." Frank paused and
then obviously changed his words, "she wouldn't even begin to take care of all
I got to give." So saying, he pushed forward his crotch which still showed a
fairly good size piece of meat trying to break lose.
"What he means," said Rob to me," is that she still won't give him any
head."
"Fuck you" said Frank.
"Come on! Let go home," said Jeff. "Mike doesn't need to hear all this
bullshit. He hears it all day from his students."
"Yeah," said Frank, "but they are little high school pricks. We are
big..."
"College pricks," said Jeff, and everyone but Frank laughed.
As they left, Frank made a point of being last, and as he was walking out
he cupped his crotch and said to his buddies in a way that I knew was for my
benefit, "Well, I'm still looking for someone to swing on this and I don't
care who it is."
I couldn't deny that I was a lot more attracted to Frank than the first
time I met him. He had gone from belligerent to caustic to almost flirting.
I guess he just didn't know how to out and out ask someone to suck his dick.
Poor Rob, I thought. He has to sleep with Frank tonight.
At eleven I was just finishing grading the last paper when I heard a
light knock on the door. I knew at once that it was Jeff sneaking away from
his roommates. I rushed to the door without putting anything on. I pulled it
open enough to see out, and there stood Rob. Before I could stop him, he
pushed the door open, came in, and closed it behind him. And there we stood,
me naked and him fully clothed.
I had not turned on the lights, and it took him a few moments to see that
I was naked. My mind was racing for reasons when he said, "I bet you thought
I was Jeff."
"Let me get my robe," I said without answering his question. Going to
the bedroom would give me time to collect my thoughts, but he surprised me by
following me and watching me put on my robe.
"Jeff taught you that, didn't he?" he asked.
"Taught me what?" I asked with my heart pounding. I was cursing myself
for messing around with someone so near home. How would we ever get out of
this?
"Taught you to run around the apartment nude. He's always doing that and
telling us that we are candy asses and ashamed of our dicks and all kind of
shit like that."
"Well, in my apartment I feel I can do what I want," I said somewhat
cooling off.
"Yeah, that's what Jeff says."
"How about you? Do you run around nude in your apartment?" I made boldly
to ask.
"Sometimes," he said slowly, "but only if Frank's not there."
"Why is that?" I asked feeling better by the minute.
"Frank is too grab ass for me."
I couldn't believe Frank to be the grab ass type, but then my image of
Frank was changing for the better. Rob went on to say that he was wondering
if he might take me up on sleeping in my apartment. He said he just was not
up to sleeping with Frank. I told him it would be fine and that he could help
me make the guest bed.
"Oh, you don't have to go to that much trouble," he said.
"Well, you certainly don't want to sleep on a bed without any sheets on
it," I said paternally.
"No, I was thinking I could sleep here in your bed. It's plenty big for
both of us, if you don't mind," said Rob without ever once looking at my
face. I am glad he didn't, because I was in shock. Was he coming on to me?
"Hey, do you mind if we look at that film?" he asked. "Not the one you
showed tonight. The other one with the two guys and a girl."
I mumbled yes, and then he blew my mind away. He started undressing. He
took everything off, and I saw standing before me a beautiful young man with a
runner's body and a semi hard, long dick swinging between his legs.
"You said it was okay to go naked in your apartment, didn't you," he
asked with childlike innocence.
"Of course," I muttered looking at him from head to toe. He stood just
long enough for me to get a good look and then started for the living room
calling over his shoulder for me to take off my robe. I practically tore it
in half getting out of it.
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