Having been on nights for the past month, I hadn’t made much of Survivor. Sure I was interested, and people were definitely talking about it everywhere I went, but I had never seen it. I heard all the names, Richard, Gretchen, Joel, Jenna; but they meant nothing to me. Finally, I was put on alternating days at work, which meant I was home every Wednesday Night. So, I figured, ‘what the hell’, and gave in to the masses. It was so popular, I figured that there had to be a reason. Boy, was there ever a reason! From the conch shell in the opening credits, to the confessional after Tribal Council- I was addicted. The show was phenomenal and intense, but it probably didn’t help that there were some mighty fine lookin’ boys and girls on Pulau Tiga! Actually, there were a bunch of cute girls. Of course none cuter that Colleen Haskell. I was enraptured by her natural beauty and innocence from the moment I laid my eyes on her. But then came along her Pagong buddy, and my new boy crush, Greg Buis. His messy blonde hair, scruffy facial hair, and lithe body, I could tell right away that he was going to be my new favorite ‘Survivor’. But alas, it was not meant to be. Although it was my first time seeing the show, this was to be Greg’s last appearance (excluding, of course, the seven man Jury). He had fallen pray to the powerful Tagi Alliance. My heart broken (okay, so it was hardly broken, but I’m being mellow dramatic), I began to follow the show religiously, while trying to gather up as much information on Greg as I could. After being voted off, it seemed that Greg disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course, I was disappointed, but, well I moved on... Colleen would do for now. The show finally ended, and fall approached.
So, I guess I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. I’m Alex, and I’d like to think that I’m pretty cute. Actually, a lot of people think I’m more than cute, but I haven’t really been dating anyone for a long time. I’m starting my third year of film at Ryerson, in Toronto. I’m about 5’ 10” and 150 lbs, yeah, I’m pretty thin. But, in my own defense, I do have quite a bit of definition in my muscle. I have long sandy blonde hair, cut kinda like Kelso on That 70s Show, and light green eyes. I’ve known that I was bisexual for a long time, but had only really told a small handful of people. I’ve been living in my lil’ apartment for the past couple years, because it was so close to my school. Granted it wasn’t the nicest, but I could afford to do a lot worse. People were always moving in and out, but for some reason it always interested me to see new faces coming in, and old ones going out.
It was a Friday, and I had just finished my last class. Heading for the elevator, I noticed that someone was moving in. The apartment across the hall from mine had been vacant for about a week, so it would be interesting to see who was going to be my new neighbor. I went inside my place, and threw my bags down. I stepped outside to take a look at the new tenant, and to see if he or she needed any help. He was just coming out of the second elevator, with duffel bags and boxes in his arms just about reaching the ceiling. He was about my size, I guess, blue baseball cap, and scruffy blonde hair sticking out. He came towards me.
“You look like you could use some help,” I said, as the stranger struggled to balance his belongings, “Here, let me take some of these, so you don’t go dropping everything.” However it was me who was going to be dropping everything in a minute.
“Hey thanks a lot. I don’t think I would’ve made it on my own,” he said, letting me take the top three boxes. I couldn’t believe who it was. Right in front of me- Greg Buis, the boy I fantasized about. He opened the door and proceeded inside, and I followed behind him. “Just toss the stuff inside here. I can figure out what to do with it after.” I was still completely in awe. I put the boxes down, and just kinda stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights. Noticing this, he quickly spoke, “Geez, I’m sorry, I, uh, didn’t even think to introduce myself. I’m Greg. Greg Buis.”
Of course, I was like, ‘you don’t say’, but instead I did manage to mutter something a little less stalker-like, “Hey, my name’s Alex. Nice to meet you dude.” We shook hands, and I was kinda still standing there, just feeling very awkward. Here was the guy that I was obsessing over for a month, RIGHT smack in front of me, and I had no idea what to do.
Sensing my uncertainties, Greg said, “You’re kinda giving that ‘I know you from somewhere look’... If you’re wondering where you know me from, uh,” he said shyly, “I was on Survivor.” Okay, so now that he think’s I’m a total loser, I had very few routes to go.
“Yeah, I noticed right away. What the hell are you doing here?” I said, as I’m sure I turned a deep shade of red. Greg briefly explained to me how he came to end up in Toronto. I knew he’d done a lot of traveling, and never really stayed in one place to long. He told me that he just came from his home town in Colorado, where he’d done a lot of ranching and similar sorts of ‘cowboy stuff’, but the press had been hounding him still. Now he was just trying to lay low, at least until January, when Survivor II starts and a new group of castaways will be the focus of North America.
We talked for a while, and while I was trying to muster enough courage to invite him out for a drink, he popped the question first, “Hey, what are you going later on? Do you feel like grabbing a bite to eat or something?” Of course my answer was that I’d love to come out with him, and so that's how it first happened. At the time, however, I had no idea what his intentions were, but I don’t think I honestly cared; just being at the same table with this beautiful boy would certainly be worth it.
So, yada yada yada... dinner goes great, Greg and I are talking, and laughing, and perhaps even drinking a little too much beer. We finished up the meal, and headed back to our building. Since Greg’s place was still unpacked, I invited him to come to see my place, and to continue our conversation. When inside, I asked Greg if he wanted to smoke up. And since he flashed me that wicked Journeyman smile and said only an enthusiastic ‘yes’, I quickly rolled a joint and lit on for us. We sat down on my couch, passing the joint back and forth. The combination of the beer, the pot, and being in Greg’s presence was certainly clouding my head.
I noticed that Greg was moving closer and closer to me, until our thighs were touching. I swallowed rather audibly, and looked deep into Greg’s eyes. Without notice, he planted his hand on my thigh and started massaging it. I was quite surprised, but in no position to complain about his advances. Greg’s hand was reaching further up my leg, rubbing back and forth. I couldn’t help but sport the beginnings of an erection.
“Are you...?” was all I could exhale, before he reached his other arm around me and leaned in for a kiss. His soft pink lips pressed against mine, in the most tender kiss I had ever experienced. To be honest, this was my first time with a guy. I mean, I’d kissed tons of girls before, but never another guy. Without hesitation, I allowed my lips to part and let his tongue enter my mouth. His right hand was now gently rubbing my cock through my jeans, while his left hand started reaching under my shirt and exploring my smooth body.
Adjusting ourselves, I laid back slowly onto the couch, and Greg lowered himself directly onto of me. He stopped kissing me only briefly to lift my shirt above my head. Greg then resumed his kissing, moving in a gradually more southern direction. He paid careful attention to me neck, earlobes, nipples, and navel, sending waves of pleasure through my body. His fondling of my cock through my jeans continued, causing my penis to stand now fully erect, trapped in the jeans, begging to be released.
Both my hands moved slowly down Greg’s back, reaching up under his shirt, and feeling his warm body. It was the most perfect feeling ever. His skin was so soft and so smooth. I reached my hands downwards, towards Greg’s beautiful little ass. I slipped them under the top of his cargoes, and under the waist band of what seemed to be a pair of Tighty Whities. His ass was remarkably smooth: not a single hair.
Greg was going to town on my neck, sucking and nibbling wildly. I was too busy enjoying the extreme pleasure he brought me, to worry about the massive purple bruise I was going to have tomorrow. Greg let up for a second, and I took the opportunity to yank his shirt over his head. Unshaken, he continued his assault on my body, again kissing my nipples, and making his way down my chest to my belly. He fumbled to unbutton my fly and pulled my pants down in one foul swoop. So not to be outdone, I followed suit, and there we were. Me and Greg, out of breath standing there in nothing but out socks and our underwear. There was no misinterpreting the signals now.
I took him by the hand and suggested with a mischievous grin, that we proceed to my bedroom. This time I took a little bit more control of the situation and seated him on my bed in front of me. I stood between his legs admiring his beautiful tanned body. Getting down onto my knees, I offered him the same sensual groping he’d given me previously. My God was his skin ever soft- It was like silk. he had no chest hair at all, and just the tiniest sprinkling of blonde hairs on his stomach. Even his pits were sparse of hair. Was I ever turned on. I began licking at his nipples, sucking on them, even biting them. Moaning wildly, I figured Greg was enjoying himself. Plus the large wet spot on the front of his white briefs didn’t hide much either.
I continued to suck and kiss his nipples, while my hands made quick business of his cock. My right hand was rubbing up and down his pole, through his undies. My other hand slowly moved lower and started rubbing his taint and getting near his asshole. Running my hands up the sides of his legs, I let the rest for a second at his hips, before grabbing the elastic band and pulling downwards. His lower area was just as tanned as the rest of him, leading me to believe that Rich wasn’t the only one running round in the nude. His beautiful cock sprung to life as I removed his briefs, throwing them to the ground. He had just the slightest amount of light brown hair only above his cock (which I would say wasn’t more than six inches), and the hairs on his stomach were all matted together from the cum leaking out of his dick. I looked down at Greg’s gorgeous cock, and I began to get nervous. I had never done anything like this with a guy before... I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to ‘do it’ properly.
“I’ve never done anything like this with a guy before, Greg” I said, “I hardly know what I’m doing at all”.
“Really? You could’ve fooled me,” he smiled, “To be honest, this is my first time with another guy too”. Suddenly I didn’t feel so bad, and got back to the task at hand. I put my face right up close to Greg’s dick and breathed in his scent. He was kind of sweaty, and had this musty smell. I loved it! I began licking at the mid section, and ran my tongue up and down. I licked away at Greg’s hairless balls, causing them to tighten up considerably, and allowed my tongue to drift closer to his pink asshole. I slowly masturbated him with my right hand, while fondling his balls with my left. I was now focusing on eating his tight hole. Greg was obviously telling the truth about not doing this with another guy before, because he was so tight. I slobbered all over his little asshole, running my tongue all over his most sensitive areas. Slowly I began pushing my tongue inside his pucker. He was now groaning loudly and moving around quite a bit on top of my bed. I continued to jerk him off slowly, and used my other hand to finger his ass. He was loving every minute of it.
By now, my dick was painfully hard, and oozing cum everywhere. Greg knew what I wanted, and he wanted it just as bad; He just looked at me and nodded, and I knew what to do. I took off my boxers and climbed onto the bed. Greg sat up and reached for my dick. He directed it into his mouth and began to suck on it like it was candy. When it was nice and wet, I pulled it out of his mouth, and got between his legs. Greg propped his ass up with the pillows in my bed, and spread his legs as wide as he could. I inserted a couple of fingers again, pushing them in and out of Greg’s beautiful ass.
Greg had taken to madly beating off while I fingered him. He looked so cute jerking off his dick. I took out my fingers finally, and grabbed onto my dick and slowly pressed it towards my pretty pink target. Greg was so relaxed, and in total ecstasy. My cock entered relatively easily, but I paused to let him get used to it before I pushed further. He was so incredibly tight, and hot. I’ve never felt anything so incredible before. Greg had his head tiled back in bliss as I pushed all the way inside him and he pounded away at his cock. I started fucking his ass with slow, deep thrusts, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long. Greg was already very close, so I began to fuck him as fast and hard as I could. My dickhead would just about come out, before driving back hard into his ass, pounding away at his prostate. My balls were slapping loudly against Greg’s ass, as I rubbed his prostate with my cock. We we both moaning loudly, and finally Greg screamed out in orgasm. Greg’s dick started spurting his milky cum all over my face and chest and his asshole clenched tightly around my cock like a vice. I pulled out as I came, cumming all over Greg’s cute little stomach. Collapsing on top of him, we kissed passionately before falling asleep in each others arms.
To be Continued? I'm thinking about writing another one including Colleen in the action. This is my first story, so If its no good, too bad.