Date: Mon, 4 Jan 2010 20:10:09 -0500
From: S Smith <mheast111@hotmail.com>
Subject: Im Not Gay! Am I? Chapter 7

Warning: The usual disclaimers apply here. If you don't like any of the
following, leave now: gay sex, vulgar or harsh language, etc.

This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or
deceased. Please do not copy without my consent.  Please practice safe sex.


Typical for this time of year, the humid heat is so oppressive that my
car's air conditioner can barely keep me cool. I had to peel off my tank
top half way through this long drive just so I could feel a bit cooler. But
thankfully my destination is just ahead. Turning the corner I can se it
looks exactly I as I remember it from my tour here two years ago. It is
beautiful!

As I pull up into the loading zone area to park, I sit for a minute and
look around in awe of it all. The buildings are welcoming, the lawns and
trees are well manicured, and the people are hopefully all my future
friends. I still cannot believe I am finally here. I grab my tank top from
the passenger seat and pull it on before I climb out of my car. I reach
into the back seat, grab up two large boxes in my arms and start to carry
the pieces of my life forward. This is my start, my chance. This is the
beginning of my freedom. I love it! I better. I paid a huge price just to
have it. I will never forget the day when all of this became possible...

"Here it is," Daniel said as he slid large envelope across his kitchen
counter to me.

"I can't believe it," I said, in awe as I looked inside it and saw the fat
wad of cash.

"I told you it was a good plan," he replied, smiling broadly. "He never
hesitated to pay it."

"10,000?! I still am in shock he would pay that," I said, rifling the
money.

"Eric, come on! The video was HOT! Hardcore fuck videos are worth a lot of
money!" Daniel laughed.

My mind flashed to the scene in the hayloft - Ryan fucking me, Todd's cock
ripping into me - but I shook off the vision. Nothing would ruin this
moment for me.

"How did he get the money? I know his parents are loaded, but he had access
to cash like this?! I said, feeling the money in my hands.

"He didn't tell me, but it was obviously easy for him considering how fast
he paid it. Thankfully he thinks it was the actual tape I cut up in front
of him. Are you sure Todd destroyed the original?

"Yeah. Todd hates Ryan just as much as I do now. The tape is gone," I said,
but remember how it was laying on Todd's dresser the last I saw it. It
didn't really matter now though. I had the money in my hands and by the end
of the day it will be wired to the university.

"So what did the school say?" Daniel asked.

"It's all set up. Once they have the money later I'm a full fledged
sophomore. They were able to block me a room in the dorms too," I said,
feeling the shock of it all.

"When you leave?"

"Probably in a week. I got a lot to prepare, but first I have to tell Mom
and Dad," I said, wondering how that would go.

"They'll be fine. You got a good story saying you got some last minute
scholarship," Daniel said as he slapped my shoulder.

"Yeah, they will be fine. Besides, they got Lisa and Josh to keep them
busy." The second his name came out of my mouth I felt a lump in my throat.

"You want to hear about Ryan or not?" Daniel said, smirking as he thought
about the revenge how got on Ryan for me. I didn't want to know
anything. Not about the blackmail, nor what went on in the hayloft between
him and Ryan. It didn't matter - the only thing I cared about was my escape
from here.

"Nah. Just as long as I never have to see that fucking loser again," I said
bluntly.

Still can't believe how you missed out on seeing the revenge we got on
him. But guess you were busy taking care of Todd. He was definitely
screaming like a girl," Daniel laughed, looking at me waiting for me to
tell him more.

"Doesn't matter, its all over with," I replied and turned away.

Daniel grabbed a beer from his frig and tossed it to me. "Still can't
believe you fucked a guy, you blackmail him, and then give him a ride
home!"

"Yeah crazy, huh? He was pretty desperate to get away from you two love
birds and your noisy fuck fest up in the hayloft," I laughed.

"Well, I can't help it Ryan wanted my cock that much," Daniel said
smiling. "Too bad you didn't come back to the farm right away, you might
have been able to drill his ass yourself."

"No thanks," I said and downed half my beer in a couple of swigs.

"You're lucky I covered for you with your Dad."

I felt a shiver race up my spine and looked at my shoes to avoid Daniel's
eyes. I could never tell him why I really didn't come home that night. He
couldn't know what I did with Todd. Hell even I don't want to think about
that night I spent in Todd's bed. Thankfully my parents never even noticed
I was gone because they got home late. In the morning Daniel told my Dad I
had gotten up early and gone into town.

"Thanks again for that. I just needed a break after everything so I drove
around all night," I said.

"Still too bad. We could've celebrated together!" Daniel laughed and winked
at me.

I put my empty beer down, pulled out a handful of $20s from the money
envelope and handed them to Daniel. "Here. You deserve it. Sorry I can't
give you half. You deserve it."

"No way! You keep it. Besides, the 10 grand doesn't even cover your tuition
costs."

"I told you, I am fine," I said. "I got some savings and that will be
enough to get me settled at school."

"No, I'm serious. I wanted to help you blackmail that loser, and I had a
great time doing it!" Daniel said, and took the envelope from my hands,
reached around and stuffed it in the waistband of my shorts. His hands
lingered and slid down into the back of my briefs and held the globes of my
ass, but I didn't fight away from him. I let him grope as much as he wanted
considering everything he had done for me.

"It sucks you're leaving," he whispered. I wanted to stop his hands, but I
knew I had to pay him back somehow. One finger pushed between my smooth
cheeks and lightly traced the folds of my ass lips, while the other hand
reached further and touched my balls.

"I'm sorry, Daniel. Stop. You know I can't anymore," I said leaning against
him as he explored me further. I closed my eyes to block out the fact his
finger had started to push into my hole, but I felt the stirring in my body
again. My cock - that worthless cock - betrayed me like usual and stretched
out filling my briefs. I felt his hard chest against my face and my mouth
opened in a gasp as his finger pushed into my hole.

"I still think you're just running from the truth," he whispered.

"I'm not gay," I replied, and sucked in my breath as his finger slid
further pass my clenched ass entry. His finger inserted all the way into me
and I willingly sucked on one of his nipples. I was oblivious to his other
hand that snaked between us and undid my shorts to get access to my rigid
cock.

"God Eric -I fucking want you," he said as he start to finger fuck my
ass. My body loved the sensations pouring through it, and I didn't resist
as he forcefully kissed me. I kept hearing my voice saying that I owed him
this, yet I knew what I was doing was more of my sickness. My body was
craving the finger probing my ass, but I hated how filthy I continued to
be. I clung to him and hungrily kissed back while I widened my legs so he
could thrust deeper into me. His hand stroked my cock and I ached to feel a
warm blow job again.

"Suck my cock, Daniel," I said in a whisper.

We sank to his sofa, my shorts around my thighs, as he kneeled before me
and began his exquisite sucking and licking of my shaft. I raised my hips
and fucked his mouth, loving the sensations. Not matter how sick this was I
loved the feeling of a warm wet mouth engulfing my hard cock. I knew it was
so wrong but I wanted to repay Daniel and my cum would be the
payment. Frantically I fucked his face as he moaned his pleasure until I
felt my cum boiling to the surface. I wanted to hold off the moment so I
squeezed my eyes shut and pushed back on his shoulders trying to stop my
climax.

"Stop, stop!" I said as I squeezed my eyes even more tightly shut to
prevent my cum from shooting out of me.

"Daniel?!" Dad's voice filled the trailer and my eyes flew open to see Dad
standing in the doorway.

Daniel released my cock from his mouth in that instant and turned to look
at my Dad. I slammed my foot into Daniel's chest and flew off the sofa,
while pulling up my shorts to hide my cock "Fucking get off me!" I
screamed! "You are fucking, pervert!"

Daniel stood, staring at me in shock.

"Dad - HE FUCKING ATTACKED ME!" I screamed out, fear and agony on my face.

Dad flew across the room in a rage, throwing his fists in rapid blows to
Daniel's face until he crumpled to the floor bleeding.

"You are fired your worthless fucking sick FAGGOT!" Dad screamed at him!

Daniel looked up at us, wiping blood from his nose and lips. His voice was
only a whisper as he looked at me and said, "Eric, tell him the truth."

Dad turned to me, his face a mask of confusion staring at me for an answer.

"He jumped mw! He threatening to fucking kill me, Dad!" I yelled. I had to
lie, I would never tell Dad the truth....

Dad turned back to Daniel and said quietly, "You got one hour to pack up
and get off my land." I ran out the trailer buttoning my shorts and escaped
from the horror of what I had done. In my room I cried, shaking with fear,
unsure what would happen. Within the hour I watched from my bedroom window
as Daniel's truck drove down our farm lane, and onto the gravel road.

For hours I sat in my room, fear holding me in its grip until finally my
Dad entered.

"He's gone. He won't be back. Ever," Dad mumbled, and turned to leave.

"Dad, you believe me don't you? He did attack me," I said, looking at him
for any response that my lie was believed.

"It's over, Eric. I knew what Daniel was all along. I just never thought he
would go after my own son," he said and rubbed his jaw line.

What HE WAS? Dad knew Daniel was gay?!!!

"I never want to talk about this again. You hear me?!" Dad said gruffly,
and staring me in the eye.

"Yes sir." I said the words quickly. I knew then it was over. We were never
to talk of Daniel again.

At dinner the following night I announced I had won a full scholarship to
my university on a last minute application I had completed. Mom and Dad
were shocked, my little sister Lisa asked if she could have my bedroom once
I moved out, and Josh said an emotionless "congrats" without even looking
at me. My parents pressed me for specifics on how I was able to get the
scholarship, but I was vague and eventually their shock faded into pride
for me as they realized their first born was going off to college finally.

I spent the next few days organizing and boxing things up, until eventually
Mom and I started to pack the boxed into my car for the move.

"I still can't believe my first born is leaving home," Mom said, her voice
thick as she wedged another box into my trunk.

"It's only college, Mom. You know I will be back a lot," I said, walking
back to the house for another box.

As I went in the back door I heard the sounds of metal clanging coming from
the basement. I knew immediately it was Josh doing his workout with my home
gym set.

Instantly my mind filled with the memories of Josh the first time he and I
worked out together. He was so eager and happy that day. We were so close
as brothers. I loved showing him how to use the weights to improve his
body, and how he would watch me with such brotherly pride. But those days
were gone because of me. It really all started down in the basement that
first day I worked out with him.

As I was spotting for him, and he was on my bench below me pressing the
weights up I started to truly notice him for the first time. He seemed to
literally just morph into a man and was no longer my little bro. My eyes
moved at their own will and studied the contours of his chest in his tank
top. The lines of his ab muscles. The edge of his pubic hair showing at his
waistband. When I looked at the significant bulge at his crotch I started
to wonder just how big of a cock y little brother had hanging between his
legs. I wanted to see him naked. And that was the moment my cock started to
stir in my shorts.

We did three more workouts that week, and each time I was in a state of
confusion. I couldn't figure out why I was so nervous around him, or why I
would start to shake when he would take off his tank top midway through our
workouts. I was unable to look away as my eyes poured over his smooth skin,
his nipples, back to his bulge. When he would sit on the bench I would
steal glances as his legs spread and I could see the slightest glimpse of
one of his balls peeking from the leg of his shorts. The third day was the
worst because he wore a loose pair of shorts and I was mesmerized watching
to see even more until finally his cock slipped out exposing itself as he
pushed the weights. By the end of the workout I tried to take a cold shower
upstairs, but instead I shot my thick wads of cum on the shower wall
thinking of my Josh.

"Eric, run downstairs and get that other box down there," Mom said, as she
walked back into the house behind me, waking me from my memories.

"Sure Mom," I said, and descended the stairs. My eyes immediately went to
the weight room doorway to catch a glimpse of him. His tank top was on the
floor and he wore his familiar small gray gym shorts. His back was too me,
so I watched as he stretched out his muscles. I knew it was wrong and I was
ready to run back up the stairs, but it was then I saw his hands move to
his waistband.

In my shock I watched him remove his shorts and his beautiful muscled
smooth white ass came into full view. Immediately I stepped to hide behind
the furnace as I watched my brother lean forward against the wall bracing
himself with one arm as his other arm moved in front of himself. It started
a familiar rhythm. I was transfixed as I watched the globes of his taunt
ass flex back and forth. I licked my lips as my heart raced , my eyes
hoping for a glimpse of his hard cock he was jacking. Instead he remained
facing away from me. When he came his body shuddered and he used a small
towel to wipe himself off, and tossed it to the floor. Within a minute he
was re-dressed and running up the stairs. Like a sick animal I came from
behind the furnace and snatched up his towel from the floor. I smelled the
odor of his sweat and cum, and buried my face in the folds of that
cloth. My tongue scooped up the wads of white cream and I drank down my
brothers cum. It wasn't until every drop was gone that I sank to my knees
and cried out for my sin and sickness. I had to get away from the farm!

"Where you headed?" Mom yelled as I went out the back door in a rush to my
car. I didn't look back, but instead drove straight into town.

At a convenience store I used the phone out front. "Hey," I said after I
heard the deep hello as the other line answered.

"Who is this?" he said.

"It's me. Eric." I said, as my hands shook.

"What you doing?" he whispered in reply.

"I'm leaving town this week," I said.

"What?"

"I'm moving to college. Guess I just wanted you to know," I said quietly.

"Oh," he replied just as quiet as me.

Silence hung between us, until finally he said, "You left some clothes
here."

"What?" I replied, knowing I had worn his briefs home instead of my own.

"Guess you better come get them," he whispered.

Ten minutes later I was at his front door. When it opened and Todd stood
before me wearing white board shorts and a tight white tank top. His brown
skin seemed even darker and my eyes looked at his bulging biceps. The arms
that held me that night in his bedroom. Without words, he motioned me
inside and shut the door quickly behind me.

"I shouldn't leave my car in your driveway," I said nervously.

"It's cool. My parents wont be home for awhile." he replied leaned against
a wall behind the door.

I only nodded and looked away, trying not to notice his bulging biceps as
he folded his arms across his chest.

"Why you moving? Don't you got another year at the college out here," he
whispered.

"I got to get out of this town," I replied.

"Wish I could move too, but Dad needs me at the construction business."
Todd turned and I followed him silently, unsure what I was doing there.

For the next several minutes we quietly shared a beer together in the
kitchen, passing the can back and forth between us. When he moved to the
family room we sat on the coach and finally he asked me more about the
university. I rambled on for several minutes telling him excitedly about my
move and the new life I had ahead of me. For the next hour I had something
in my life I had not had in years. A friend. We talked like old buddies and
relaxed easily together, speaking about everything but avoiding the fact
that only days before we had spent the night together. My ass was still
sore from the cock in his shorts, yet we never mentioned a thing about the
sex we had shared. It was the type of afternoon with a friend that I had
always wanted in high school – and there I was spending it one of the
biggest jocks in my class! A smile grew on my face each minute of that time
together, and I never wanted it to end.

Then he said the words that changed the moment. "Can I come see you at the
university?" he said so casually as he finished off his beer

"Why?"

"How else we going to see each other?" he replied looking expectantly at
me.

"You don't want to come see me." I said, shrugging at him and looking away
to avoid his eyes that stared at me.

"Yeah I do. I could come for a weekend."

"It's too far. Besides, I got a room in the dorms so there is no place for
you to stay," I said, confident it would end the topic.

"Well I could get a hotel room. You could stay with me then. So we could
get sometime alone together," he said, lowering his voice and looking away.

"Todd, I'm leaving this life. It's my past," I replied quietly and looked
at the floor.

His words were a hurt whisper, "So that's it? We never see each other
again?"

"I will be back sometimes. Maybe we can meet for a beer if I have the
time," I whispered.

Instantly his face filled with anger and he flew off the sofa. He muttered
that I needed to leave and walked off into the kitchen, flinging his empty
beer can into the sink. At the front entryway I tried not to look at him as
I passed him and mumbled my "good bye".

A second later I was slammed against the wall as his hand closed around my
neck and his other hand pinned me at the waist. I could feel his body
tremble as he stood face to face with me and glared in fury.

"Todd, let me go!" I said in fear, staring back into his brown eyes.

"Get out of here you fucking idiot!" he said through his clenched teeth.

We stayed pinned together, both shaking with fury but neither of us
moved. Finally his deep voice came from his full lips, "Don't you get it?
Don't you feel the same way?!!"

I looked away from his eyes.

"FUCK ERIC! I liked it! I liked what we did! ERIC I like YOU!" he said, and
released me from his grip.

"We are not gay!" I yelled at him. still shaking with fear.

Instantly he pounded on me, but this time it was not his fist he used on me
but his mouth. It pressed on mine and our tongues wrapped together
passionately as our hands reached beneath each other's shirts to feel our
flesh. My hands encased his pecs as he tore open my shorts and grasped my
throbbing cock. No words were said once we stopped to take deep breaths
still holding each other, but looking into each others eyes with raw
desire.

"Come on, Eric." he panted out and led me up the stairs.

In his bedroom the handsome muscular young Mexican undressed and stood
before me. He was confident and proud to show mw his dark body and huge
hard cock again. As much as I was sickened by what my body wanted I loved
seeing him nude before me. He was gorgeous. My sickness let him undress me
and pull me to his bed. I didn't resist as he hungrily took my cock and I
felt the sensations his lips gave me. When he moved to feed me his cock, I
took it as hungrily as he fed on mine and we sucked together at once
fucking each other's mouth. As much as I knew it was disgusting I wanted to
show Todd how hot he was. I wanted our friendship for that day to become as
close as possible. I was not with my bully, my attacker, my enemy. I was
with my friend showing him the only way I knew to show how much I loved
hanging with him that day. I was connected to him and wanted to prove
that. Without hesitation I gave him what he wanted when he applied the lube
and begged me again to fuck his hole. Once again I sprayed a fountain of
cum deeply into his ass.

After it was over the familiar feeling of sickness and hate for myself
washed over me. No matter how much my body liked being with him, I hated
myself every second for these acts I performed. I laid next to him, wide
awake and knew it would be the last I allowed this in my life. This was
finally over. I would never let this sin over take me again I said to
myself. I looked at him and his beautiful body and still wanted to taste
him again - and I knew he would not let this end either. He would come to
my university and ruin my new life, or I would come to him here every time
I returned to town. I needed this to be the last time, forever.

At that moment I heard noise somewhere in the house, below us on the main
floor. It wasn't until I heard a faint feminine older voice that I realized
his Mom was downstairs. I climbed from the bed and stood in the hallway
listening. She was apparently talking on the phone, so I moved quickly back
to the bedroom, standing and looking at the scene as I shook with fear. I
knew I should hide, but when I looked at my temptation in the bed I knew I
had a choice. I could use that moment to end everything and get the
ultimate revenge on this man who had the potential to ruin my life still.

Nude, I walked to the top of the stairs and in a low masculine voice I
tried to imitate Todd's voice. "Mom?"

"Todd, is that you? Are you home? Who's car is in the driveway?" a voice
echoed back to me.

I hurried back to Todd's bedroom before she could see me and left his door
open wide. Once I slipped back into the bed beside him he mumbled my name
and reached out for me. I kissed him hungrily, flipping him to his back and
whispered into his ear. "I want to fuck you again, Todd."

Immediately we were in the throes of passion. I knew I had to make this as
loud and as intense as I possibly could, and my eagerness urged him on. He
easily positioned himself on his stomach and I took my place behind him,
pushing his legs wide and raising his ass to see that brown pinkish pucker
hole I had fucked only an hour before. Cum still oozed from him so I didn't
need the lube as I leaned forward over him positioning my cock at his hole.

"Todd, do you want me?" I said loudly to him.

"Fuck Eric, yes! God I fucking want you so much," he said loudly in reply.

"I'm going to fuck you, faggot!" I yelled out.

"Yeah, FUCK ME Eric!" he screamed back. I heard the footsteps on the stairs
and slammed forward into him so hard his scream echoed through the
house. Every inch of my cock was buried deep into that Mexican ass!

"WHAT THE FUCK?! Her words were a high pitched screech that seemed to
pierce through us both. Todd screamed out in reply as he looked to see his
Mom in his bedroom door, as I grabbed his hips and started to thrust in and
out of his ass, fucking him as his Mom took in the sight.

"You are a FAGGOT?" She said in a scream to Todd, her eyes wild with fury.

"Mom. Mom!" His voice was a scream back as he broke free from me and
scrambled off the bed, while I casually sat back on my knees giving her the
full view of my nakedness. "Sorry, but yeah, Todd and I are gay." I said
smiling and slowly crawled off the bed to stand next to him. I felt my
heart pumping and the exhilaration of revenge run through me as I destroyed
his world.

"SHUT UP, YOU FAGGOT!" Todd screamed at me in reply, and shoved me out of
his way as he grabbed a pillow to hide his crotch from his Mom's eyes.

"OH MY GOD! OH MYGOD!" His Mom repeated from the door, holding a hand
against her forehead. Todd ran to her repeating over and over "Momma, Momma
no, no, no." I walked by them as I strode out confidently and went down the
stairs, out the front door, and to my car.

The following day was my final day at home. My little sister Lisa was by my
side most of the time, and Mom cooked my favorite breakfast and lunch for
us. Dad even was extra nice and snuck me an extra $500 for my move. Josh
spent the entire day in town with his friends, but did show up for the
family dinner, but had nothing to say to me.

After the last light switched off in the house I sat in my room, unable to
sleep. Josh was the final chapter in my old life to close and I needed him
to listen. I wanted to beg his forgiveness and end all this once and for
all. When I stood in the dark hallway and faced his door I tried to will it
open, but to no avail. Instead I took a long shower to distract myself, but
I knew I would only be free of my desire for him if I told him how sorry I
was. I needed to face him one last time and beg my forgiveness. I wrapped
the towel around my waist, climbed from the shower, and returned to his
door.  As I slowly opened it my eyes took in the sight of Josh. The
moonlight splashing across his bed created a setting that drew me closer. I
stood at the foot of his bed soaking in the beauty of him. His face was
serene, his lips slightly party as he breathed deeply in his sleep. His
bare chest was smooth and contoured with so many muscles the older he
grew. His abs rippled with muscles, his pecs rounded and muscled. The sheet
was at his waist, but I could see from the shadow beneath it he was nude.

I leaned forward and pulled the sheet off of him and drank in the vision of
his cock. I lowered to my knees by his bed and stared at it. I wanted to
worship it, to love it, to hold it, to suck it, but I would never do that
again. I lowered my head to his mattress and whispered, "Josh I am sorry. I
am so sorry. I was sick, but I'm getting better. Please forgive me."

I felt the bed shift and heard his voice.

"Are you a faggot?" he said.

Without looking up I whispered, "No."

For several minutes only silence filled the room until I felt his hand on
my bare shoulder. When I looked up at him I saw he was still naked in front
of me, and he was finally smiling at me again. When he slid over on his
mattress I slipped in bedside him and he curled into my arms. He raised his
head and we stared in each other's eyes.

"I'm sorry Josh. I've been sick, but it's over. Can go back to being
brothers, please?" I whispered softly.

"You were always my brother," he said in reply.

"Go to sleep" I said, laying my hand across his eyes and touching his jaw
line. I closed my eyes and seconds later I felt his full soft lips press
onto mine. I wanted to urgently return it, but instead I laid still and
allowed him to take his final moment with me. When he opened my towel, and
his hand traced down my chest I shivered. My cock swelled the closer he
got, but I stopped him. I finally whispered "No."

He rolled to his back and laid before me. I could have so easily taken him
to be my Josh again, but instead I helped maneuver him to his side so his
back was to me. We curled together, spooning like we had when we were
little sometimes. Except now my hard cock pressed to his ass. But I
controlled myself and eventually he fell asleep again. After a short while
I slid from his bed and stood over him one last time looking down at him. I
wanted my brother in the sickest way possible. I had to end these thought
but the temptation was tearing me apart. My body took control and my
internal battle resumed. I fought my emotions and tears came to my eyes. I
ached everywhere and needed relief.

Standing over my Josh and staring at his nude body, I dreamed of its taste
and touch as I stroked. It took only seconds and my cum erupted, landing on
the floor at my feet. I wiped it up with my towel and hurried from his
room.

Back in my bedroom I fell into my bed, exhausted. I was sickened by what I
had done, but I had faced my temptation and controlled myself from touching
him. I had stopped his kiss. I had stopped his touch. I could do this - I
would leave tomorrow and it would only take a matter of time before I no
longer even thought about him like that anymore. He would be my brother
once again. I closed my eyes smiling, knowing I was getting control of my
life and I would be free of all these sick thoughts one day soon. I dozed
off, falling in and out of sleep. I heard faint noises, but my sleep took
over me and I started to finally lose consciousness. Until I hear a low but
definite deep moan and felt the splash of warm liquid on my feet and
legs. When I opened my eyes and sat up on my elbows my eyes took in the
sight of Josh at the end of my bed, holding his hard cock as it dripped
onto my legs.

"Good night, Eric." he said, and walked from my bedroom.

In the morning when I left Josh was already gone. Dad only said a gruff
good bye, Lisa cried along with Mom, and finally I was free.

It took me a few minutes, but I finally found the door to 23A - my dorm
room in West Hall, Ridgeway floor. Thankfully it was unlocked, so I hauled
in the huge load in my arms and tossed it on the bed in the corner with the
bare mattress. The other bed was already made and a pair of jeans and
t-shirt laid on it. The corner closet by that bed was full of clothes. My
roommate, whoever he was, must already be moved in.

"Hey! I'm Jeff. You must be my roomie!" The voice behind me was deep and
masculine. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer that this voice behind
me would belong to my new best friend as I start my new life at college. I
slowly turn and face the man with his hand outstretched to me. His smile
was broad and gleamed with perfect straight teeth. His face is handsome and
his dark wavy hair was a nice contrast to his white skin.

"Hey! I'm Eric. Good to meet you." I said, smiling. But behind my smile my
brain slowly is starting to buzz. The sound is in my ears and it is
rumbling into a roar as I lower my eyes. Jeff is dripping wet, obviously
just out from the showers. A thick green towel is wrapped at his waist, but
the rest of him was naked and his body is lines and shadows created from a
lean taunt muscular structure. He is carved alabaster marble, a smooth hard
mass of muscle, with only his legs covered with a thin coating of dark
hair. He looks like an Olympian gymnast and I felt my new world already
start to crumble around me.

"Wanna go grab some lunch?" he says, his face a smile of kindness.

"Sure." I reply and turn from him.

I rip at the boxes, hoping they held some of my clothing but instead found
only shoes and toiletries.

"Hey I don't think I can go. I need to unpack my car, and besides I need
some clothes. I can't wear this tank top," I say quickly, moving toward the
door.

Laughing, Jeff pats my bicep, "You look great. Who cares, we are just
grabbing a burger in the cafeteria."

His towel slides off as he turns back to his bed. His muscular ass is round
and smooth, almost the same as my Josh's ass. As he bends to pull his
briefs up I see the tip of his cock hanging between his legs and I feel the
familiar stir in my crotch. I hear nothing but the echo of my own screams
in my mind.

"Let's go, roomie!" Jeff says as he pulls on a tight tank top similar to
mine. Walking ahead of me a few steps I look at the back of this man. Jeff
is my sophomore dorm roommate. This is what I have to face every day for
the next year. How?

Tears start to form in my eyes as I say to myself. I am not gay!.. Am I?

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hope you are enjoying the story. Eric has finally left behind his old life,
but sometimes no matter how far we run we still have to face our
temptations. Will he give in to his desires, or will he find other answers
to his life as he starts over? Or will he just go back home to Todd and
Josh? I hope you will stick around with me to find out, and enjoy some
pleasure like I do when I write about Eric. You can email with your
comments, questions, or whatever. Send them to mheast111@hotmail.com