Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2007 22:07:41 -0800 (PST) From: Tucker Landon Subject: Simple Simon Part 2 This story is a work of fiction, it all came from my head, in the town of MakeBelieve. I suggest you practice safe sex 100% of the time. And enjoy. It's about a young man: who didn't believe in homosexuality or heterosexuality. He believed in love. Whether or not he would love the one, man or woman; was up to his heart . . . Simon had not tried to watch another DVD in Dave's collection, but he would never forget the images. Dave did not return to the room until well after 3 a.m., and Simon took the opportune chance to view it often. Dave had awoken Simon as he stumbled into the room. Light from the hallway blinded him as his blurred vision came into focus. Dave and Travis were huddled together as they collapsed onto Dave's bed in laughter. "I almost got laid tonight man." Travis groaned. "You are SO going to move into the KOP house. Cause I'm telling you, I am not dragging your ass here every night." Dave hushed him loudly, and Simon started to pay attention. "Quiet man, I don't want to wake up my roommate, Jesus I just meet the guy." "Oh yeah, the roommate." Travis glanced over to Simon. "Oh hey bro." Travis bursted into laughter. "Dude ... too late." "Fuck." Dave whispered. "Sorry man." Simon sat up on his bed as his vision adjusted and his mind cleared. "It's cool." Simon said dryly. "Just shut the door." "Dude, I seriously can't move. I had WAY too many SoCo shots." Simon grunted, and rubbed his eyes. "Fine." He was shirtless and still in his khakis. The room was cold, and his nipples were fully erect. Goosebumps covered his body, and Simon was wondering if Dave or Travis were getting a glimpse of his trimmed stomach. "You really should have came with us. The party was totally phat." "Totally phat? People still say that?" Simon chuckled as he shut the door. He noticed Travis was face down onto the edge of the mattress and neared unconsciousness. "He gonna stay here?" Simon pointed and threw himself onto the bed. "Uh," Dave nudged him with his elbow. Travis was breathing heavily. "I guess so." "Well," Simon sighed as he pulled his covers over himself. "I just hope either of you don't snore." "Yup, I guess so." Dave pulled his own blanket from under him. His elbow nudged Travis again, and he groaned and fell to the floor. Dave chuckled. "Oh shit." Simon jumped his head up, and looked to the floor. He was concerned about Travis' limp body as it fell to the floor. It was remarkable to notice he was unplaced by his fall and he still slept. "He's okay." Simon whispered with a smile. Dave silently continued to chuckle. "Cool." He said between breaths. After a minute of laughter, Simon found himself wide awake. He laid on his side and faced Dave, and Dave was laid on his back with his eyes closed yet to sleep. "You guys must be really good friends." Simon said. "Almost like brothers." "Yeah. We've done a lot together growing up." He replied, unmoved. I bet. Simon grinned widely. "So, I heard something about you moving out? To the frat house?" "Nah, man. I'm not going to bail just yet. I can't afford to, my old man wants me to stay in dorms. He knows the KOP bunch, he practically ran the house when he joined. He wants me to mainly be football-focused." "Parents are strict?" "At times. They only want me to succeed on my own. I get it, but sometimes I feel like they're still molding me into the perfect son. Shit I can't even leave the dorm. It's like the trust isn't there." "Give them time. Parents are only ..." Simon stopped. He thought of his own parents. The image of his mother caught in bed with his favorite English teacher, and the night his father gave him his first black eye for talking back came to him. "Concerned for their kids." He said lowly. "Well maybe not my parents, but everyone I grew up with ... their parents seemed to ..." "Why do you say that?" Dave turned to his side, he placed his arm onto his head. Simon and Dave seemed to mirror one another as they made eye contact. Simon looked away, ashamed. "Uh, I'm sorry. We don't know each other that well enough for this conversation." "That bad." "Yeah. It kind of is. But I'm here now." Simon wanted to cry. He realized he felt the cloud he held at the sight of his father was already gone. He was happy to be away. But he knew he left his little sister, Emily, behind. Dave had more questions for Simon, but didn't want to pry. Instead he only grunted, and kept a lingering look while Simon continued to look away. He knew they had a while to get to know each other, and closed his eyes before he could see a tear fall onto Simon's arm. Simon quickly wiped it away, and glanced up to see Dave unaware. Simon sighed, and stayed there for another 10 minutes. Travis snore first. Simon had only shut his eyes for a second, and Dave's deep breathing began to get louder as well. Simon felt wide awake again, and was frustrated by his snoring neighbors. He spotted Travis, his back now to the floor with each arm stretched out under each bed. Simon noticed his lips again, they were slightly open and his teeth were unclenched. He leaned over the side of the bed and watched him. He watched him breathe, and saw his stomach at it move. Dave had not moved from his position, and Simon felt like he was watching. Still, he leaned in closer, and reach for him. The tips of his fingers grazed the stubble on his chin. Travis was not disturbed as Simon's hand brushed along the side of his face. He ran his index finger across his lower lip. Travis was only wearing a button-up shirt, and already had the first three buttons undone; only two buttons remained attached. Simon leaned in and unbuttoned one himself. He couldn't reach any farther across without noise from his bed, nor a safe distance to jump back onto bed, had either of them were to wake up. Simon tugged at Travis' shirt and widened the opening. He was tightly trimmed for a skinny physic. He had rippling abs that came in and out of visibility as he breathed. There was a patch of his blonde hair between his tight pecs. Simon let his fingers play in it, and Travis moaned. Assured they were still asleep, Simon began to play with Travis' nipple. The small and soft areola began to harden between his fingers. Simon's cock was also beginning to harden, especially when Travis let out another soft moan. Simon was excited, the exploration of Travis made his lust for him greater than before. Simon crept onto the floor with Travis and unbuttoned his last button. He continued to explore his chest, and felt his skin tighten with goosebumps. He pinched his nipples, and circled his finger around them. Travis moaned a little more, and Simon noticed he started a bulge in his crotch. The mound over Travis' cock was getting bigger, and Simon knew he was getting excited as well. He adjusted his own cock, tempted to jerk off on the spot, but he knew he couldn't. Dave snored out of view as Simon placed his hand over Travis' cock. He cupped the bugle in his jeans, and slightly squeezed. Travis' hips lightly thrust upward, and exhaled. He squeezed again, this time the bulge grew larger in his hand. Travis moaned deeper, almost as if he was half awake. Simon felt the outline of his cock, he knew it was big; bigger than himself, bigger than Dave. Simon leaned into his cock, and breathed his hot air onto it, and saw it thicken. Simon began to rub the outline of his shaft. He was jerking him off through his shorts, and Travis was getting into it. He was making slow thrusts into the air with Simon's stroke rhythm, letting out an occasional whimpering moan. It didn't take long for Simon to see precum oozing through his shorts. The smell of alcohol escaped Travis' body along with his sweat. The smell of his drunkenness drove Simon to reach for his zipper and pull it down. His cock almost immediately flopped out. It was already released from the opening in his boxers. He grabbed the raging hard cock into his hand. The heat it gave onto Simon's hand created a lust for Travis' thick precum as he slowly worked his shaft. With every stroke it seemed more and more seeped through. His cock was massive, it had never been teased with such slow strokes before. Simon eyed it and assumed the length of 9 inches. Simon had not known what came over him. He wanted love, yet this lust for this man's hot cock had overcame him. Simon leaned in closer and could smell the salty precum. He released his tongue as it slowly brushed the tip of his cock. The taste was better than any other cock he had tasted. Travis gasped. The roughness on Simon's tounge set off the instant reaction his cock was looking for. Simon felt his cock tighten, and the sleeping man's breath shorten, and moan. Travis' cum wildy jetted into the air, and flowed over Simon's hand. A stream brushed by Simon's cheek and landed onto his shoulder. Simon had counted at least five jets of white heaven splashing around them. Dave was asleep. Travis was now practically comatose, and his cock was beginning to soften in Simon's still jerking hand. He ran his thumb over the sensitive head, and noticed a shiver in Travis' legs. Successful. Simon thought. Yet he suddenly felt embarrassed and ashamed. It was a feeling he felt a few times after he jerked off to a gay mens magazine. The feeling he felt after he had sucked his first cock, or kissed the first guy he liked. He sat there and continued to run his hand over Travis cock until it was too flaccid. He carefully zipped Travis back up, and licked the cum clean from his hand. Travis moved. His arm nearly bumped into Simon as he reached for his cock. Travis stopped snoring, but he just took a deep breath, and dug his hand over his flaccid cock and scratched. He then left out a sigh, a relief. Simon jumped to his feet, and eased back into his bed. He feared nothing about the wet cum all over, he knew it would be dried out by the time either of them awoke. Travis moved his body into a more comfortable position, and continued to snore. Simon was disappointed, yet also relieved. He wonder if he had tried to suck his cock; would he have been caught. He wanted to pull out his own cock and jerk off. But the shame corrected his erection. And the smell of cum on his hand was enough for him. Simon fell asleep soon. The rush of being caught, and the thrill of exploring a mans body unbeknownst to him ... Simon had a sex dream that night. And he didn't feel ashamed afterwards. The next morning, Dave had awoken to the sun piercing though the closed blinds. As he fully awoke, he still kept his eyes shut. Definitely have to buy some thick ass curtains. He thought. After he opened his eyes, he focused onto Simon. Still he slept on his side, almost if he hadn't moved. The pain in his neck intensified with every move. He slowly began to realign himself to correct it. He noticed Travis wasn't on the floor. Simon's back was to him, still he slept soundly. There was noise in the bathroom, the toilet was flushed, and Travis came out. He didn't look very well rested, and his forehead had a slight bump. "Dude, you threw me off the bed, didn't you." Travis asked, respecting Dave's peaceful roommate. "Asshole." Dave smiled, and nodded. "My bad, man. I was just trying to get comfortable." "Yeah, well. Payback is a bitch." Travis rubbed his head, and reached for the door. "It's 9:45, you better get your ass in gear. You've got that football thing at 10." "Fuck." Dave jumped up, and fumbled to gather his things. Simon had awakened to his fumbling. He slowly sat up on the bed, and caught Dave running in and out of the bathroom. Travis was gone, and he was saddened a little. But Dave fumbled through the dresser, and caught in the corner of his eye, a watchful Simon. He was rubbing his eyes, and unaware of his erect cock begging to be released. "Dude ..." Dave chuckled. "Have a good dream last night?" Simon looked down, and gasped. "Oh, shit." He turned away, and adjusted himself. His cock was stiffer than any other morning wood. "Sorry." He said muffled into the pillow. "Happens to the best of us man." Dave said running back into the bathroom. "You can take care of that in a second, I'm about to run out for a football meeting." "No, I just need a shower." Simon didn't want to move, it wasn't the boner he tucked between his legs. "Preferably, cold." It was the shade of red his face had turned that prevented him from looking at Dave. He felt as if the tables had turned, he'd already masturbated over an amateur porn, and jerked off one of the most gorgeous men on campus. "Also, I'm not used to sharing a room. And I don't have any brothers. This is going to take some time getting used to." "It's cool." Dave told him. "Listen, I know classes start tomorrow, but if Travis and I are going out for a couple of drinks." "Uh," Simon was speechless. "I don't know, I have a lot of things I have to get done today. I need a job." "Oh, well I think I can help you there." "Really?" "Yeah, I'll ask around. I'm a local, and I know a lot of people. I think I know who to ask too. This girl Travis and I've hung out with since high school. Her name is Kelli, I'll have her give you a call." "Kelli, with an I." Simon unknowingly said aloud as he remembered the name on the homemade DVD. Dave's eyes widened as he stepped out of the restroom fully clothed and clean. "Yeah, how'd you know." "Oh." Simon turned to face him, assured his erection was still tucked away. "It's just more common now, I guess. I had a friend named Kelli with an I." He lied. In the late afternoon, Simon had browsed campus with an all too eager tour guide. He felt small and unimportant surrounded buy large buildings and the company asking many questions, almost to stump the guide. Simon couldn't think of a single question. He wasn't there for the campus' background history. He was more comfortable he met two future fellow classmates, and hoped for more friends. It was almost 5:30, when he arrived back at the dormroom. The door was locked, and Simon assumed Dave was still out for the day, or had already joined Travis for their drinks. He opened the door, and heard the shower running. Dave's clothes were scattered over the floor. Already showing his colors. Simon thought. The bathroom door was widened about five inches. He peeked through, and could see Dave's silhouette in the glass door. His neatly trimmed brown bush around his cock allowed Simon to see the outline of it. It wasn't flaccid, nor erect. The warm water must have set it off, and it grew to a modest semi-erect state. The glass door wasn't your everyday thick rippled plastic-like door, they were clear actual glass-like doors. Despite the steam building up, Simon could see Dave naked. He was soaping up his body with a simple bar. He kept away from the running water, and allowed the bar to lather his body in soap. Dave even turned around, and bent over as he soaped his legs. Simon caught a longer look at Dave's perfectly puckered hole. The tight untouched pink hole almost opened as he bent over as far as he could. Simon could swear he saw it open. Dave stood, and began to soap his buttocks, and ran the bar between his cheeks. Simon's head widened the opening on the door, and the creaking was too loud for it to blend in with the running water. Dave turned around and ducked under the showerhead to rinse off. Simon quickly hid out of few and jumped back a few steps. "Si," Dave called out. "Is that you?" "Yeah." Simon simply said. "Man, I had a crazy day." He took his messenger back off his shoulder, and threw it onto his bed. Dave saw it fly by the door opening. "But I met a couple of nice people." "Hold on a sec." Dave announced. "I've got some good news." "What?" Simon asked as he sat on his bed, he realized he'd been on his feet all day and they were very sore." "You didn't find a job did you?" "No, not really." Simon had forgotten. "Cool." He turned off the water, and pulled the towel from above. "I called Kelli. Boy was she glad to hear from me." He chuckled. "She's assistant manager at a restaurant, Lizay." "Swanky." Simon laid back onto his bed and propped his feet onto his bag. "It is." Dave came out of the bathroom naked. His cock was bouncing in front of him, as if there was noting more natural than to be naked in front of a complete stranger. Simon took notice, and tried not to stare at his beautiful bouncing rod. "Kelli told me they're looking for a dishwasher. I know, it's a job for a monkey, but she told me she can pay you at a waiter's pay. When a spot for waiter opens up, its yours." "Really?" Simon's eyes widened. He ignored the comment about it being a monkey's job, Simon was once a dishwasher when he was 15. "Dude, that's awesome." Dave's opened his dresser, and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. He was still dripping wet, and water was running down his bubble butt. Simon's cock began to poke up, and was clearly visible. He discreetly adjusted himself and stood up, looking away. He grabbed his messenger bag, and pretended to fold through it. He saw another glimpse of Dave's hole, and his sagging balls between his legs. Simon fought the urge to lick his lips. Dave turned around and adjusted his cock in his tight briefs, then turned to Simon. "You have a cell phone?" "Yes." Simon said, and pulled out a notebook. It's the only thing my father will pay for. "Cool, give it to me, and I'll give it to Kelli tonight." He gave a devilish smile. "I've got a date tonight." "Ah." Simon nodded. "You two ..." "So why didn't you tell me you were gay?" Dave interrupted, as he sat on his bed. They were face to face, and Simon's mouth had dropped. "Earlier today, Travis kind of mentioned that you told him you were gay." "I'm ... I didn't exactly." "Are you bi?" Simon nodded. "To some extent. It's ... complicated." "I get it ... you're finding yourself still. That's cool." Dave reached out, and rubbed his hair as if he were some little brother. "It's college. You find who you are." "I guess." Simon smiled, he felt releaved. "Wait." His smile disappeared. "You're comfortable with walking around naked knowing, I'm ..." Dave laughed. "Come on, Si. I'm not some big homophobe. I have a couple of gay friends. Are we're roommates, we're eventually gonna see each other naked plenty. Simon blushed. Dave dressed himself and Simon read through a syllabus to occupy himself.' Dave was fully dressed when Simon finally asked, "I thought you were hanging out with Travis tonight?" The smirk on Dave's face faded, and he nearly put his head down. "Travis, Kelli, and I have this complicated past. He's a little let down I've gone and cancelled our night. I've just always had this big thing for Kelli, and she was once Travis' girlfriend. She's a sophomore, I met her before my senior year in high school last year. We kind of connected." That would make you 16 or 17 in the porno I saw you in. Simon thought to himself with a grin. "Well, I can't wait to meet her." "GREAT." Dave said with a wide smile. "The frat is throwing a party Friday night to commemorate the week of classes. We party for pretty much anything." "Wouldn't be a frat then, would it?" Simon sarcastically told him. He remembered why he hated fraternities. Dave took it as no hard feelings, and shrugged. "Anyways, I want you to go party with us. And you're one and only meeting with Kelli is at the party. We'll see if she likes you. But I guarantee, after our date tonight ... you're in." Dave lightly punched Simon on the shoulder with a sly grin. He winked. Okay second time trying, there's more to come ... Let me know what you think. tuckerlandon@yahoo.com