Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2004 22:52:45 -0800 (PST)
From: ladQVX
Subject: My Boy Matt- Beginnings, second set, third installment

As before, if reading this type of erotica is
inappropriate or illegal for you to read, please read
no further. Although these experiences are real, the
names of those involved have been changed to protect
their identities.

This story is the third installment in a series I call
"missed opportunities". Although a sexual encounter
may have seemed like a sure thing, something occured
that prevented it from happening.

My first series were sexual encounters that I've had,
while this series focuses on sexual encounters I've
almost had. This particular story falls into place
somewhere between the two. It's kind of hard to
explain, so I will allow you to draw your own
conclusions.

Back in highschool, I joined our speech forensics
team. I was very nervous about joining this team, but
very quickly decided it was the best choice I'd made
all through school. Aside from competition, speech
forensics allowed me to meet some of my closest
friends to date. It also provided me with the
opportunity to get to know some of the cutest guys in
school that I would have otherwise never met.

One of these individuals was this cute freshman named
Jason. Since I was a senior, he sort of looked up to
me by default. I, on the other hand, wanted to get to
know him because he was one of the cutes boys I'd ever
met. As the season unfolded, Jason and I became pretty
close. In fact, we would affectionately refer to each
other and big brother and little brother. I was big
brother not just because I was older than him, I was
built quite a bit larger than him.

Jason didn't come from a convensional household. He
lived with his mother in a dormitory at a nearby
college in our small town. To complicate things
further, this school was religious in nature and he
was not often allowed to spend a lot of time off
campus with friends. And to make matters worse, it was
forbidden for him to sleep over at friends houses and
also not allowed to have overnight visitors either.
This fact made my usual methods of getting into a
friend's pants, quite a bit more difficult.

Graduation came and went and since school was out, I
could pretty much count on not seeing him any longer.
I went away to college about 2 hours south of my home,
so it wasn't often that I had the opportunity to go
home. However, by some strange coincidence, one
weekend that I happened to come home, I ran into Jason
at a school event. After a long heart-felt embrace, we
spent what seemed like hours catching up on old times
and finding out what was new in our lives.

Jason told me that his mother had gotten her degree
and they now lived a little less than an hour south of
campus. I told him that I missed him a great deal and
that I didn't want to lose contact with him again. He
agreed with me and then invited me to come down to his
house some afternoon after we were both done with
classes for the day.

We agreed on a date and I nervously waited for that
day to come. The day finally arrived and I wound up
arriving at his house a couple of hours before he was
due to be home. The time finally came and I made my
way to his house. Again, I arrived before he did, but
he soon arrived and we went into his house. Again, we
talked about the old days and were able to elaborate
on some of the things that we'd talked about with
regard to the present.

We had a great time that day. We wound up in a museum
and found ourselves still talking about what are lives
had become. As with all good things, we painfully
faced parting ways once again. This time, I took the
opportunity to invite him to visit me at school. We
agreed that March 18th was going to be the best day
for him to come visit me. That date was two weeks from
that day and I knew the wait was going to be
difficult.

Saint Patrick's day came and like many college
students, that day was going to be spent partying our
asses off. What was unique about that particular St.
Paddy's day was the weather. The thermometer reached
nearly 70 degrees that day and pretty much remained
the same well into the night. Some of my college
friends and I found a kegger where they were serving
green beer. I don't know if it was because the beer
was green or it could have been that this green beer
was among the cheapest for sale, but that next
morning, I had the absolute worst hangover of my life.
Not only did I wake to a 5 alarm hangover, but at
sometime during the night, the weather changed and I
awoke to an ice-cold dorm room. Not only did the temp
drop, but I had left my window all the way open. In
fact, not only was it cold, but it had begun to snow.
I awoke to an inch-thick pile of snow on my desk next
to the window.

I decided to sleep most of the day, but was very aware
that I needed to have my shit together before his
arrival at around 7 that blustery March 18th. I
finally woke up with about an hour and a half to
spare. In that 90 minute time, I was able to get a
shower and get cleaned up, cleaned our dorm room from
top to bottom, and also got in a meal.

He finally arrived, but was nearly 20 minutes late. I
must admit, that 20 minutes was the longest years in
my life. I was pretty nervous, but tried my best to
keep it from him. We spent some time walking around
the campus. During that time, I learned that this was
his first visit to a college campus and also that he
had told his mother that he was spending the night
with a friend close to his home. He said she had no
idea that he had ventured so far from home. Although I
was determined to make this thing work, I couldn't
help but feel in additional stress that his trip to
meet me might somehow result in some pretty awful
consequences.

Once our tour of the campus was complete, I began to
search for someone that would be willing to buy us
some alcohol. Unfortunately, I was unable to find
someone to buy us some alcohol, I decided to shift
gears and start looking around for a party. Much to my
surprise, I was able to locate a party that happened
to be hosted by a friend of mine. So, Jason and I made
our way across campus and found ourselves in the
company of some really cool people.

We didn't stay long. In fact, at that party I found
someone willing to buy some drink for us. We made our
way to our neighborhood liquor store and purchased
what I'd hope would be a little bottle of liquid
courage. Once the deal was done, I dropped our very
drunk friend off at yet another party then the two of
us made our way to my room for the night. Once back in
my room, I poured us a couple of rot gut and coke and
proceded to get silly.

As the booze flowed, so did my courage. I finally got
up the nerve and told Jason that I had had a crush on
him for a quite some time. As with all nervous
situations like this, I found myself babbling to him
in an attempt to justify my resolve. It wasn't easy,
but I was finally able to convince him that although I
had a crush on him, I didn't want him to feel any type
of obligation to me based on this disclosure.

Once I was satisfied that he had understood that I
respected his boundaries, we decided it was time to go
to sleep. Although greatful that he didn't just up and
leave at that moment. I knew that I was going to have
to assert myself if I were ever to get where I wanted
to go.

We sat for almost an hour talking back and forth in
the darkness of my dorm room. Finally, I told him that
if he felt toward me the same way I felt toward him,
he should come over and get in bed with me. Almost
instantly, I say his shadow rise from the couch and
into the bed next to me.

By this time my heart was pounding. It was in that
moment that I realized that by walking to my bed, he
wanted exactly the same thing I did. We lay in the
dark and just began rubbing against each other. With
reckless abandon, I thrust my hand down his pants and
discovered a rock hard cock. At that point, I knew he
was just as much into this as I was. Finally he got up
enough courage and reached his hand down my pants. We
lay there innertwined for quite some time. Then, all
at once, he reaches over, places a hand on my back of
my head, draws me close, then plants a kiss on my
lips. As he was pulling away from me, he appologized.

Then, as quickly as he had planted that kiss on my
lips, he jumped off my bed and returned to the couch
where he had been before I'd invited him to my bed. At
that point, I reasoned that I wasn't goingt o have
another chance at this, I walked over and sat on the
floor next to the couch he was sitting on. I knew at
that moment that I was on the verge of ruining this
encounter. So, rather than spending a great deal of
time trying to persuade him to turn to me, I chose to
employ much more direct methods. I told him exactly
what I thought about him and us.

As a result, I was able to convince him to at least
allow me to explain to him why this was so important
to me. In the darkness, I confessed that I had lusted
after him for almost 2 years and that I would give
almost anything to have an opportunity to "be" with
him. During that discussion, not only did I learn that
he had never had sex with a man before, he had never
had sex with anyone. With that, I chose to dive in
even further. It was eventually realized that not only
had he never had sex, he had never had the pleasure of
experiencing an orgasm.

Bottom line, I told him that I wanted to suck his dick
and if at any time he became uncomfortible with the
idea, the issue would be dropped never to be spoken
about from that day forward. But, instead of running
from this, he chose to stay, certainly because his
curiosity would get the best of him. After some
further discussion, he finally allowed me the
opportunity to suck him off. But, before I did, I made
sure to tell him that if at any point he became
unfomfortible with the experience, I would stop
immediately. But, like all blow jobs, even a bad one
is better than none at all.

I sucked a very superb cock that night. Not only was I
giving him the gift of sex, I was also able to give
him the gift of orgasm. Then, just as we were about to
innertwine our bodies in a pile of hot sex, my
roommate returned to retrieve some of his belongings.

We spent the next ten minutes or so talking to my
roommate Chris. Finally, Chris realized we were in the
middle of something and left. He apparently realized
that this interruption could possibly make or break my
ego. He knew what was going on.

With all the confusion, I don't know if Jason actually
experienced his first orgasm or not. What I do know is
that we never continued on that path. After my
roommate left us, both of us slipped into deep sleep.
As I pondered our encounter, I wrote letter after
letter to him explaining that I feared our
relationship was going to suffer. In fact, I think it
was the result of my volley of appologies that I
doomed our relationship to fail.

I hounded Jason with letters explaining how guilty I
felt. None of my letters every resulted in any type of
change. Apparently, my repeated letters of appology
only served to alienate him. Finally, Jason and I
decided that it was best that we get as far away from
this event as possible. I never saw Jason after his
trip to visit me.