Date: Tue, 06 Jan 2004 11:43:47 -0500
From: Ehlrich - Nifty - <ehlrich@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Roommates Boyfriend - Chapter 4

I want to really thank everyone who has written to me.  It means a lot to
hear that you're not only enjoying the sex in the story but that you're
actually enjoying the story itself as well.  So, due to popular demand, I
decided to type up Chapter 4.  Again, PLEASE contact me and let me know
what you think: ehlrich@hotmail.com - I LOVE the feedback!

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It seemed as though it took forever for Karen to leave.  I sat in my room
waiting (rather impatiently I might add) and wondering what was taking her
so long.  Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Karen left.  Within
seconds, there was a knock at my door.

"Come in."

"Hi," was all he said.  He seemed to be a little upset.

"Hi."

"Drew, I'm really confused," and with that he broke down crying.  He walked
over to me with his head in his hands.  His body was shaking.  I had never
seen Gary upset.  I always pegged him as the macho guy that never cried.

As soon as Gary was near me, I wrapped my arms around him.  He moved his
hands away from his face, rested his head on my shoulder and returned the
embrace.  He continued to cry.

"Drew, I don't know what I'm doing.  I love you but..."

"Shhhh.  It's okay, Gary.  I know.  You don't have to rush into talking
about this right now."

Gary lifted his head off of my shoulder and looked into my eyes.  The tears
were still streaming down his face and his normally strong eyes looked weak
and vulnerable.  I was starting to see more and more of Gary's soul and it
only made me love him even more.  He looked so sweet and so beautiful as he
stood before me.  I would have done anything to make his pain go away.

"Drew, I'm scared."

"Come on.  Let's go sit down."

I grabbed Gary's hand and lead him out to the kitchen.  He sat down at the
table and I walked to the counter to get myself a cup of coffee.

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Please."

"How do you take it?"

"Light and sweet."

I prepared both of our coffees and sat down at the table opposite Gary.
His tears had subsided and his eyes were red and puffy from crying.  He was
still visibly shaken but he had regained quite a bit of his composure.

"I heard you and Karen." I said very plainly.  I couldn't even believe I
said it.  It was as if someone else had control over my mouth.

"What?"

"In the shower.  I heard you."

Who the hell was talking?  I wouldn't say things like that.  Why was I
suddenly being so cold?  I could see the pain returning to Gary's face.  I
wanted to stop myself from saying any other stupid remarks but apparently
my brain was on autopilot.

"Drew.  I...I..." and the tears returned to Gary's eyes.

My heart melted.  What had I done?  Just a minute ago I wanted to alleviate
all of his pain and instead I was only causing more.

"I'm sorry.  I don't know why I said that.  I know that you're having a
hard time with all of this.  I guess my jealous streak just took over."

"I'm so confused," was all he could say.

"I know, baby.  I'm sorry."  I moved around to the other side of the table
and sat next to him.  He leaned into me and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I still love her."

"I know."

"But I love you too.  And I can't tell her what happened.  She'll never
speak to me again.  Nevermind what she would do to you."

Once again the jealousy started to well up inside of me.  That fucking
bitch.  Let her try to come after me.  Ugh!  But Karen and I had always
been friends - ever since she moved in.  It was like I had a devil sitting
on one shoulder and an angel on another.  The devil wanted to dare Karen to
come between Gary and I while the angel was busy making me feel guilty for
moving in on Karen's man.

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"We can't go back to the way things were.  We just can't."

"I know that," he said as he picked his head up from my shoulder.  He
reached to the center of the table and grabbed a tissue to blow his nose.
"Uck.  That was real sexy, huh?" and we both laughed.

"I'd much rather see you laughing than crying."

"Yeah," he chuckled, "me too."

Gary stood up and walked to the glass door that lead to the back porch and
gazed into the backyard.  "Listen," he said, "I can't make any promises as
to what's going to happen now.  All I know is that I love Karen very very
much.  And now I've discovered that I love you as well.  I didn't even
think it was possible.  I mean...I always had feelings for you.  And I
always knew that it was different.  But, I never thought..." and he trailed
off.

"I can't even imagine everything that must be going through your head right
now."  Now THAT sounded more like me.

Gary turned to face me and it was as if I could see the weight on his
shoulders.  Although I hated to see him this upset, I felt very special to
know that he was comfortable showing me this side of himself.

"I really don't know where to begin, Drew."

I stood up from the table and walked over to Gary.  I couldn't help myself.
All I wanted to do was to comfort him and I hoped that a kiss would do it.
As I leaned in to kiss him, it was as if time had slowed down for a minute.
And as my lips pressed in to his, he let out a sign and I could feel him
let his guard down to me even more.  He wrapped his arms around me so
tightly as we kissed.  And even when our lips parted, he still held me
tightly in his arms.

"Can we do one thing today?" he asked.

"What's that?"

"Can we just spend the day together and not think about the consequences?
Just for one day."

"If that's what you want.  I don't want to make things more complicated for
you."

"It is.  It is totally what I want.  I want to take today and pretend that
you and I are together.  Pretend that we're the only two people in the
world."

"How on earth can such a big, tough guy be so incredibly sweet?"

Gary blushed.

"Seriously," I said, "I had no idea that you had this sensitive side to
you."

"Until I met you...neither did I."

"Oh...come on!  You can't tell me that you're not like this with...", and
before I could say her name, Gary put his finger over my mouth to shush me.
And when he moved his finger away, I said, "Sorry."

"It's okay.  But today is just you and me!"

"Alright.  So, what would you like to do with our special day?"

"We're gonna go for a ride."

"A ride?" I asked.  "To where?"

"Someplace that I've never taken anyone else."

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As we drove, Gary and I talked as though nothing had happened.  We hadn't
had a chance to really talk about what was going on in each others lives in
awhile so it gave us a chance to kinda catch up.  After about 30 minutes,
Gary pulled onto a side street and into a little dirt path on the side of
the road.  We could only go down the path about 50 feet before we came to a
gate that blocked cars from continuing on the path.

"Is this it?" I asked.

"We're almost there.  We just have to follow the trail down and then veer
off down a not-so-well known path."

"Okay."

So we got out of the car and I followed Gary through the woods.  The
conversation picked up where it had left off and after about 10 minutes of
walking, I asked, "How far out are we going?"

"It's not that much farther."

"Good thing.  Looks like we might get stuck in the rain if we're out here
too much longer."

"What, are you gonna melt?" he said jokingly.

"Very funny.  Wow – rugged good looks, a charming smile, a good head on
your shoulders and a sense of humor to boot.  Do they make men any better
than you?"

"Nope," he said as he laughed.

"Oh – and modest too!"

Suddenly, Gary stopped, smiled and said, "Here we are."

When I looked farther down the narrow trail, I could see what looked like a
small house.

"What is it?"

"I built it.  Me and a couple other friends, that is.  Back in high
school."

"How the hell did you get all this wood out here?"

"Lots of trips with the 4-wheelers.  My old friend Mike's parents live
about ½ mile from here.  The edge of their property connects with the
larger trail.  We would take his 4-wheeler, hook up a little trailer and
load it full of whatever scrap wood my Mike's Dad had.  He was a carpenter
and always gave us wood.  Most of which wasn't even really scrap.  But he
knew that we were out here and he knew we were staying out of trouble so he
was happy to give it to us."

"Well, that was nice of him."

"Yeah!  So, we would bring the wood out as far as the 4-wheeler would go
and then we would have to make trips back and forth from the site to the
4-wheeler to unload.  It took us an entire summer to build this."

And when we got closer, I began to understand why.  The construction was
really impressive for a bunch of high school kids.  It was obvious that
they had worked hard at it.

"It's beautiful," I said.  "I'm very impressed!"

"We used to come out here are the time after we built it and we'd just sit
around and bullshit.  We would come out camping during the summer and get
ridiculously shitfaced."

"Underage drinking – bad, bad boy."

"Yeah.  Like you never did it."

"You're right.  I was a lush at age 15."

"I brought you out here for a reason," Gary said.  His tone had shifted
from the lighthearted conversation to something more serious.  "I wanted to
tell you something.  Something I've never told anyone before."

"Go ahead."

"You aren't the first man I've ever messed around with."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he paused.  "It was my senior year in high school.  Mike and I
decided that we wanted to celebrate our upcoming graduation so we came out
here one night with our sleeping bags and a lot of alcohol."

"We had both had a few beers and we were sitting inside talking about girls
when Mike asked me if I had ever thought about another guy.  I kinda
freaked out on him," he chuckled.  "I lied and told him no.  But, truth is,
I think every guy has at one point or another.  And that was his response
too."

"I started to put it all together.  Mike had never had a girlfriend.  He
would always talk about girls with me and the other guys but he never
really seemed to get to into the conversation.  So I asked him flat out if
he was gay.  He said yes.  Now, if he hadn't been such a good friend, I
probably would have freaked out even worse and just taken off.  But I
trusted Mike.  It didn't matter to me that he was gay...until he told me
that he had feelings for me."

"What did you do," I asked.

"Well, before I could stop myself, I leaned over and kissed him.  I didn't
even understand what the hell I was doing."

"I know that feeling," I interjected – thinking back to this morning and
all of my stupid comments.

"Our hands started wandering and the kiss turned into something very
primal.  We started practically tearing each others clothes off.  I was
still confused but I was way too turned on to care."

Speaking of getting turned on, I could feel my own cock starting to come to
life.

"Mike rolled me on to my back and started kissing my chest.  He licked my
nipples.  It felt so good.  No one had ever really paid any attention to my
nipples before.  I can still remember how his tongue felt.  He kissed all
along my stomach and licked across my hip-bones.  I had never been so hard
in my entire life.  My cock was literally throbbing."

...and so was mine from listening to Gary go through every detail.

"He moved down to my dick.  And started licking down at the base.  The girl
that I was sorta seeing at the time always started at the head.  It was
really cool to have someone start at the base."  And then it was as though
Gary caught himself.  "I'm sorry!  You probably don't want to hear this."

"Oh, no.  It's definitely not bothering me," I said, looking down at the
growing tent in my pants.

"Yeah, it's definitely bringing back some memories for me as well." Gary
said as he looked from my crotch to his own.  "Maybe a demonstration of
what he did would be more effective."

Gary came over to me and started kissing me very deeply.  He was being much
more rough than I had experienced from him in the past.  He had awakened
something primal in me as well and it was as though we couldn't kiss each
other hard enough.  He pulled my shirt up over my head and moved his mouth
to my neck.  I could feel him biting at my neck and finding that perfect
line between pleasure and pain.  I wanted him so badly.  But before I could
make my move, Gary had picked me up and laid me down on the ground.

He brought his tongue over to my left nipple and started licking it
roughly.  Unlike Gary, other guys HAD paid attention to my nipples but
never like this.  They always licked very gently.  Gary was really licking.
He was rolling his tongue all around the edge and then licking straight
across.  It felt so amazing!  He continued to rough me up with his tongue
as he moved over to the right nipple.  As he licked I could hear him
moaning.  He was truly enjoying his work.

He stopped licking only to pull off my jeans and then continued.  His
tongue traced down my abs and he began to roughly kiss and bite just above
my left hip-bone.  I was moaning along with him at this point.  I was in
heaven.  And then, without warning, I felt his mouth on the base of my
cock.  My dick was pressed up against my abdomen and he had his mouth
completely covering the base along the underside right above my balls.  He
pressed downward onto my cock and slowly moved his way up towards.  Before
he reached the head, he slid his way back down and pressed down the entire
way.  I was really moaning now and I could tell that it was only turning
him on even more.

By the time Gary took my entire dick into his mouth I was already on the
verge of having an orgasm.  He continued his roughness and he wrapped his
hand tightly around my cock as he sucked.  I could feel myself getting
closer and closer but I didn't want to cum until I could have him in my
mouth.

"Oh, please, Gary.  Please let me suck you."

Without even removing his mouth from my dick or slowing his pace Gary
moaned, "uh uh", and then started sucking me harder and faster.  I started
moaning louder and louder and then Gary started moaning loudly with me.
Both of us were breathing very heavily as I felt my orgasm build stronger
and stronger.

"Fuck!  Yeah!  Come on, baby.  Suck on that cock!  Oh, fuck!  Gary!  I'm
gonna cum, baby!"

I let out the loudest moan in my entire life and shot my load right to the
back of Gary's throat.  Gary didn't stop.  He just kept stroking, sucking
and moaning until he was positive he had it all.  When he pulled my dick
out of his mouth, he was still breathing very heavily and seemed almost out
of breath.  But when he looked up at me and smiled, I knew that he had
enjoyed it almost as much as I had.

I sat up slowly and backed myself up against a wall.  I motioned for Gary
to come over to me and he crawled over.  He pushed his lips to mine and we
started kissing each other like savages once again.  After a minute, I
pushed him away and told him to stand up.

"What?  Why?"

"I said – stand – up!"

"Yes, sir."

"Now drop your pants!"

He undid the d-ring on his cargo's, unzipped them and they fell to the
ground.

"Now, come here!"

He walked towards me and my tongue reached out to lick his pulsing cock
through his underwear.  He was wearing CK boxers and I could lick the head
beautifully through the fabric.  I could taste the pre-cum that had oozed
through.  I was starting to get hard again.  I opened my mouth and took the
first inch or two of his cock into my mouth and then lightly bit down.
Gary moaned in ecstasy.

"Yeah, bite on that dick, babe."

I did as I was told and bit down gently a few more times.

"Now lose the shorts," I told him.

And as he pulled the boxers down, his cock sprang out.  I DOVE for it and
pushed his cock to the very back of my throat.

"OH!  YEAH!"

I pulled off for a second and looked up into his eyes.  "Now, I want you to
fuck my face.  Treat me like your own personal whore."

Gary got a sly grin across his face and then slapped his dick onto my lips.
I opened my mouth and felt him push his cock right where it wanted to be –
buried in my throat.  Gary didn't waste any time.  He pulled his dick back
out and then slammed it to the back of my throat again.  He continued this
pattern but started getting faster and faster.  I was loving it and still
doing a damned good job controlling my gag reflex.

"Come on," he said, "take that cock."  And he started to fuck my face
harder.  I couldn't it any longer, I had to reach down and start stroking
myself.  I was pounding on my own meat and getting my face pounded by his.
Gary was moaning as loudly as I had been moaning just a few minutes ago and
I could feel his cock swelling.  I knew he was getting close.

With one final thrust, he pushed his cock to the very back of my throat and
the cum shot out of him.  He was so far back that I couldn't even taste it
but I could feel the hot liquid running down my throat.  And judging by
Gary's loud moaning and the amount of his juice I was swallowing, he was
having a good one!

When he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he knelt down and started kissing
me again.  He only stopped long enough to tell me that he loved me and then
we continued making out.  Our kisses slowed and become more delicate as we
calmed down and our hearts slowed.

Gary stood up, pulled his pants up and then helped me to my feet.  Just as
I stood up, we heard the raindrops starting to hit the make-shift tin roof.
We both commented on how romantic we thought the rain was, got dressed and
stepped out to walk back to the car.  We didn't care that it was raining
and that we would be soaked by the time we got back to the car.

I was so happy to be with him.  And yet I couldn't help but wonder what
happened with him and Mike afterwards.  Why hadn't he stayed with Mike?
And when did Karen come into the picture?  There would be time for those
questions later.  For now, I was going to do what Gary wanted.  This was
our day and it was still young.