B & G
The following fictional narrative involves sexually-explicit erotic events between men. If you shouldn't be reading this, please move on.
In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms. In the real world, you should care enough about yourself and others to always practice safe sex.
The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent.
Thanks and love to Tom for always patiently and carefully doing the editing chores, and to the rest of my Nifty Six colleagues.
The week before Christmas break was hectic, involving the reading of term papers plus making up, administering, and reading final exams. I didn't see much of either Rae or Gabe, though I talked with both briefly.
They were going to their respective families for Christmas. Rae, who was taking her cello with her, planned to stay until after New Year's. Gabe told me he'd be back before New Year's Eve, and we agreed to do something together, though we'd left the details unspecified. I decided to give the matter some thought while he was away, thinking perhaps I could come up with something nice just for the two of us.
I opted not to fly to Seattle to be with Mom and Spence. I'd been out there the previous summer, for one thing, and I wanted to spend some time practicing my horn, brushing up on horn pedagogy, and maybe even doing a little research into Hummel. (That's Johann Nepomuk Hummel, the composer, not the one that made those tacky little figurines.) I had stayed in New York over the two previous Christmas holidays and had survived, so I didn't really mind the thought of being alone again.
The big day came, and, except for talking for a long time on the phone with Mom and Spence, I was pretty much the hermit. The day afterward I slept late. Then I did a little grocery shopping. I spent the afternoon of St. Stephen's Day, or Boxing Day, as the Canadians call it, in my office. It was about 4:00 when I decided I'd done enough. I hadn't worked out in a couple of days, so I decided to go by the gym. I'd seen an announcement that it would be open for faculty and students who were remaining on campus.
As I walked across campus, it was gray and cold, looking as if it could snow anytime. I found only a handful of guys there, but I supposed that wasn't surprising. How many people would you expect to find at a gym late on the day after Christmas? I got into my routines and hadn't noticed that everyone else was leaving, so I was surprised when a good-looking guy came around and asked me to get my shower because they wanted to close up.
When I got to the shower, only one other person was there. Since the attack on me in high school, I'd always been leery about checking guys out, especially in gyms, but this guy had his back to me. And what a back it was! He was about 5'9", with slightly wavy blond hair. What was striking was his build. He had muscles on top of muscles. I don't mean that he looked like one of those over-developed body builder types. But this kid had a perfect body, with broad shoulders tapering down to a magnificent ass which had those concaves I loved on the cheeks.
I chose a shower head some distance away and went about the business of washing myself, trying very hard to ignore the other guy.
"Hey, coach, everybody's out but you two guys. Can I leave now? Everything's locked up but the parking lot door."
"Yeah, Tom, I'll make sure everything's secure when I leave."
"Thanks, coach. Have a nice evening."
"You, too, Tom."
Coach? I turned to look at the man I had assumed was a college student. Two things were apparent: he could have passed for an undergraduate, and he was checking me out. When I looked at him, he didn't avert his gaze, as most men would have done. He simply kept looking at me.
I was embarrassed and instinctively turned away.
"Hey, my name's Guy Mannington. Didn't mean to embarrass you. I don't think we've met."
I didn't know what the protocol was for self-made introductions between two naked guys in a shower, but he was so damned fine that I turned back and smiled at him. "Uh, I'm Brent Collins."
"Hi. You're a coach?"
"Yeah, I was new here last year. I'm helping Coach Knudsen with the gymnastics program. What about you?"
"I'm new this year in the Con. I'm surprised I didn't meet you at the reception for new faculty this fall."
He gave me a big grin. "That's not my scene. Besides, I wasn't here for that. I was at a regional competition. Didn't make it to campus until just before classes started." He had never taken his eyes off me from the time I turned and found him staring at me. And those cobalt blue eyes kept dipping to check out my genitals. His own weren't so bad, either. He was cut, his four-inch flaccid cock protruding from an apparently trimmed triangle of pubic hair and hanging over a set of plump balls. I forced myself to look back at his face when I felt the tingling that told me an erection was imminent.
"Oh," I said stupidly, "that explains why we haven't met. I work out three times a week, but I'm usually here earlier in the day."
I shut off the shower, waved at him, and beat a retreat to my locker. Soon afterward I heard his shower shut off. I finished dressing, combed my hair, and closed the locker door. Just then two arms came around me and began groping my dick and balls. "Guy, what the fuck are you doing?"
He chuckled. "Duh! I'm copping a feel of that nice package of yours, stud."
"But, I, uh . . ." I had never felt like that before. No one had touched me there since I was a little boy in the bathtub and Mom washed me. No one. There was this kid I'd jacked off with in eighth grade, but except for an experimental kiss or two, which he didn't like, we'd never touched each other. My traitorous cock got hard instantly. Guy was very strong. I doubt that I could have broken away from him if I had wanted to. But I didn't want to.
He licked the back of my neck and said, "Yum!"
Despite all of the reserve I'd developed since the attack on me in high school, I just stood there. I was about to whimper, I think, when he said, "Let's take this back to my office."
"I don't know . . ."
He came around in front of me, looking up at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes, a mischievous grin on his face. "Don't be shy, Brent. You know you want to." He took me by the hand and led me down a hallway to his small and compulsively neat office. "Now, let me go lock that parking lot door, so we won't be disturbed. You aren't going to run away, are you?"
I thought, `That's exactly what you should do, Collins. Get the hell out of here. This could be disaster.' But I didn't run anywhere. I stood there with precum leaking into my boxers from my dick, which was getting pretty uncomfortable in my jeans. My inner debate was resolved when Guy came jogging back down the hall and into his office.
"Here, Brent, let me help you with your problem." He backed me up against his desk, unfastened the button of my Levis, and yanked both them and my boxers down around my ankles. Quickly he had a fist wrapped around my oozing cock. "Nice!" he said, licking his lips. Then he just made an "O" with his mouth, and before I knew what had happened he had taken it all into his mouth, down his throat, his nose in my pubes.
"Ohmygod," I said. I'd dreamed of this happening since I was a scrawny pubescent teen, but it felt much better than anything I could have imagined. Much too soon his efforts began to have their inevitable results, and I knew I was about to come. I'd been standing there like a zombie, moaning with pleasure, but I had enough presence of mind to warn him what was about to happen.
I put my hands on the sides of his head, attempting to push him away. "I'm gonna come!"
He looked up at me, winked, grabbed me by the butt, and kept on bobbing and sucking. `Oh, well,' I thought, `he wants it.' And I gave it to him, a couple of days' worth. He took it, swallowing it all with apparent ease. Then he sat back on his haunches and grinned up at me.
"Thanks, Brent. That was as great as I thought it would be." He stood up and put a hand on each of my shoulders, his eyes twinkling. "Now that I've raped you, let me take you to dinner."
I don't know why I didn't get the hell out of there, but I was still in shock, I think, both from the suddenness of what had happened and from the exquisite pleasure of it all.
"Uh, yeah. I mean, you don't have to pay, but now we've done this, maybe we should get to know each other better. So, yes, Guy, let's `do' dinner." I was finally able to smile back at him.
I told him I didn't have my car, that it was parked at Kling Hall. He said he'd take us somewhere and then drop me at Kling afterward. Still mesmerized, I said that would be fine.
He drove us through lightly-falling snow to a local steak house. Because of the weather and the fact it was December 26, perhaps, the place wasn't busy that evening. We got a booth somewhat apart from everyone else. When the very blonde waitperson asked if we wanted drinks, I ordered Jack Daniels, neat. Guy had a diet cola with lime. When she came back, I asked for a New York strip, baked potato, and salad. Guy chose some sort of white fish, baked sweet potato, and the salad. "Gotta watch out for the fat, you know," he said, winking at me again.
After the perky young woman left with our orders, we touched glasses and sipped our drinks. I still felt as if I were in a dream. Here I was having dinner with a perfect stranger who'd just sucked me off. He had come on to me. And, with his blond hair, blue eyes, boyish face, and perfect body, he was stunning! I began to get hard again, just looking at him and thinking what had recently transpired in his office.
"So, tell me, Brent," he asked, interrupting my reverie, "do you feel like you were just raped?"
Startled, I looked around to see if anyone could have heard what he said. There was no one that close to us, and those who were nearest were obviously engrossed in their own conversations. I took a swallow of my drink and thought about his question. He sat there with a pleasant look on his face, waiting for my answer.
"No, not really. What is it they say, `you can't rape the willing'? But how did you know I'm gay?"
He grinned. "My gaydar is infallible."
"Really? I've heard of gaydar, of course, but I always suspected it was a myth. What was it that tipped you off? I've tried all my life to hide it."
He nodded his head. "I thought so. And you don't seem gay, don't act gay, for sure. It's more a matter of vibes with me. And I've never been wrong. Well, there was that one time," he continued, chuckling, "but I'll spare you that sorry story. Now, I have a question for you."
"You said you'd always tried to hide being gay. Have you had much experience?"
I knew what he meant. "Would you be surprised if I said this was my first time ever?"
"Not really. I could see what looked like panic on your face when I led you back to my office. I figured you couldn't decide whether you wanted to go ahead with this or not, so I decided to get down to basics as soon as I could."
I grinned and hoisted my glass to him. "You devil!"
When Miss Perky brought our meals, we went through the usual routine about where we were from, where we went to school, what our families were like, and all that. His biographical data don't matter much at this point, but I was surprised to learn that he was twenty-eight, though he looked more like twenty-two.
When asked about our dessert preferences, Guy said, "Brent, you have to show me there are no hard feelings. Either you let me pay for this dinner, or else you have to come back to my place for dessert and coffee. I've got vanilla ice cream with raspberries and chocolate chunks in it. What do ya say?" He had such an eager look on his face, I couldn't refuse. Besides, I was enjoying the afterglow, so to speak, and Guy was both great to look at and pleasant to be with. So we split the bill and went back to his car.
I'm not sure how we got to his apartment. It was in a different neighborhood from mine, and it was still snowing, heavier than before.
When we got inside and he'd hung up our coats, he took off his sneakers, so I did the same, leaving them by the door. He made the coffee, dished up the ice cream, and nuked some fudge sauce to pour over it. We sat at his kitchen table facing each other, enjoying our dessert like a couple of old friends.
"I've already done something that could have made you really pissed with me. But we're cool, right?"
I grinned. "I'm here, aren't I?"
"Super! So what do you say I give you some more lessons? You call the shots. Tell me what you want to do. We won't do anything you don't want to. And I'll sort of coach you through it."
My body screamed at me, "Yes, yes!" My conscience said, "But there's Gabe." Another voice asked, "Wouldn't it be better if you ever get together with Gabe if you'd had some experience first?"
"Yeah, Guy. I'd like that, if you're willing. But a hot guy, woops, no pun intended – "
He laughed. "No problemo, Brent. I get that all the time."
"Okay, then, I don't understand why you'd be interested in me. You have the perfect body."
"That's what a lot of guys think. But, see, I've always wished I were taller and thinner. You have a very sexy body, and, face it, you're one of the handsomest men I've ever seen. You should have been a model."
"I can't believe that."
"Believe it, man!" He took our dishes, spoons, and mugs, rinsed them, and put them in the dish washer. "Time for lesson number two." He held out his hand. I gave him mine, and he led me to his bedroom.
Like his office, his whole apartment was compulsively neat. The bedroom was in some ways what I'd always thought a typical jock's room would look like. The wall above his dresser was covered with medals. There were lots of photographs on the walls, showing him on the parallel bars, the rings, the pommel horse, and doing his floor routines. And there were several pictures of him with other guys who looked like his clones, obviously team mates in moments of victory, arms around one another, smiling.
"Any requests?" he asked.
"What would you like to do now?"
"Well, I should pay you back, I think."
"Brent, that's not the question. What would you like to do?"
Sheepishly, I said, "I've dreamed of having a cock in my mouth for almost as long as I can remember. And from what I saw in the shower, yours looks delectable."
He chuckled. "Delectable, huh? No one's ever called it that before. But if that's what you want, stud, you got it. Let's not rush into things, though. We'll get there when we get there, okay?"
Getting into the spirit of things, I said, "You set the pace."
He stood close to me and put his hands on the bottom of my sweater. I raised my arms above my head, and he took it off. Then he just stood there, arms at his sides. Getting the idea, I began to unbutton his flannel shirt very slowly, looking into those cobalt eyes as I did. I was already hard. When I took off his shirt, I tossed it on top of my sweater. For a moment I was afraid he might want to hang everything up, but he didn't seem bothered by the growing pile of our clothes. I put my arms over my head again, and he pulled my tee shirt from my jeans and removed it. I did the same for him. Then he slowly unfastened my jeans and pulled them down, this time leaving my boxers in place. My hard dick poked through the fly of the boxers, though, and he gave the tip of it a swipe with his tongue as he lowered the jeans. I had to raise each white-socked foot in turn so he could snatch them up and put them on the clothes pile. I did the same to him. He, too was wearing boxers, and his cock, now considerably longer than when I'd seen it in the shower, was tenting them out.
I was ready to drop to my knees and jerk his underpants down, but he must have sensed that. "No, not yet, stud."
He began to finger my nipples. It never felt that good when I'd tried it, and I let out a groan. He grinned. "Ya like that, do ya?"
"How about this?" He began to lick and then suck on my nips, a feeling I had never experienced. Afraid I'd get too aroused again, I pushed him back on the bed, got on all fours above him, and leaned down to take his big pink nubs into my mouth, alternating between them. It was instinctive, I suppose, and soon he was telling me how good it felt, what a `natural' I was. Letting instinct continue telling me what to do, I licked my way to his navel, pausing there for a while as he alternately moaned and verbally encouraged me. Then I followed his thin trail of blond hair down to his slightly-darker pubes. I had to hold his hard penis out of the way as I did so.
Guy's cock was a lot bigger by now than it had looked in the shower. I stared at it.
"It's okay, Brent. Just lick it like a sucker for a while. Then you can take it in your mouth if you feel ready."
My first taste of cock was better than I had ever imagined. I have no idea how to describe the sensation of having that hot, smooth, hard thing on my tongue and quickly in my mouth. It was so good that I tried too hard, as many beginners do, and gagged.
"Easy, man. You don't have to take it all. Just suck and lick. Do what you know feels good to you. And watch the teeth, okay?"
Being careful to cover my teeth with my lips, I went back to work. Soon I had him being less verbal. I understood from his groans that I was doing it right. I never deep-throated him that night, but he did come in my mouth, and I discovered that his cum tasted better than my own, wonderful in fact.
I crawled up and lay beside him. My prick was hard and drooling again, even though it had only been a few hours since Guy had sucked me in his office.
He turned on his side, propping himself up on one elbow. "An A for effort, B for performance. For a newbie, ya done good, Brent." Before I could thank him, he continued, "Now, in our next lesson, we'll see if we can't take care of that problem." He looked at my cock, which was lying against my belly, or actually lying parallel to my belly but not touching it.
"You want to suck me again?" I asked.
"I'd love to, but I have something else in mind." He rolled over and took a plastic bottle and a package of condoms out of the bedside drawer. "Here."
I must have looked perplexed. "You do know what these are, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah, even I recognize rubbers and lube. I just wasn't sure who's doing who."
He smiled. "Man, I just came. It's your turn again. So you put on the rubber, okay? And put some lube on your dick before you roll the rubber over it."
As he watched, I did what he had instructed me to do.
He turned over onto his hands and knees. "Now, stud, put a fair amount of lube on two fingers and work them into my ass."
I had always had a fascination with guys' asses, and I had fantasized about what he had just asked me to do. My first instinct when he stuck his muscular butt up in the air was to put my mouth on it, but I did what he asked me to. I was surprised by how hot it was inside him. Somehow I'd never figured on that.
Once I had worked some lube in, he said, "That's good. Now, put some more on your dick." When I had done that, he said, "Okay, stick it in slowly. Don't worry about hurting me, but take it kind of easy."
I put the tip of my sheathed cock against his cute pink anus. Worried that something so big would go into a hole so tiny, I hesitated. Then I remembered the size of some of the toys I'd had up my own ass.
My brief reverie was interrupted when he said, "Brent, this won't be the first time a cock has been up that hole, and some of them have been bigger than yours. Just push gently."
I pushed. Then I pushed a little harder, and the head of my dick popped through a ring of muscle. I waited, then pushed again. Guy grunted but didn't say anything. Almost at once, my cock slid all the way in. Again, the first thing I noticed was how hot it was inside him.
"Okay, professor-stud, you're in the driver's seat. Go ahead."
I think every man must instinctively know what to do in a situation like that. He felt tighter than I had imagined, but thanks to all the lube, I slide in and out easily. I began slowly, but as the intensity of the feelings grew, I began to move more rapidly. `So this is fucking,' I thought. `Fabulous!'
"Fabulous, man!," Guy said, echoing my own thought. "Fuck me! You're doing great, babe."
Since I had come only a couple of hours earlier, it took me a while before I could come again. That was good, for I wanted to prolong this pleasure as much as I could. Guy continued his encouragement and his assurance that it felt good for him, too. I reached around and grabbed his cock. It was steely hard again, so I believed him.
When I finally came, he flattened out on the bed, and I lay on top of him, neither of us saying anything. Soon, my shrinking cock popped out of his hole.
"You're a quick learner, Brent. Now, let's have a shower."
"I could just go home and shower there."
"Nah, you don't want to put your clothes on like that, do you? Besides, it's still snowing. Why don't you just spend the night? I'll take you back to Kling to get your car in the morning."
"You sure?" I had never slept with anybody before in my life, but the thought of snuggling up with this hot boy/man seemed appealing.
He stood up, took my hand, and led me to the bathroom. I chuckled.
"Oh, just that you've got this way of leading me around, and I follow like a little kid."
"That's good. I'll never lead you astray, Brent, I promise. Now, let's get clean."
We did shower together, though it was close quarters. There was nothing overtly sexual as we washed each other, but it was very nice, another of the several wonderful new experiences Guy had given me that evening.
I slept like a baby, waking up much later than usual, to find Guy spooned up behind me with his arm around my chest. I didn't move because I didn't want to disturb him. Then, when his hand began to move down past my navel toward my cock, I said "Good morning, coach."
"Good morning, Brent. How's my prize student this morning?"
"Never better, coach."
"Then would you like to have one more lesson before we have breakfast?"
I knew exactly what he meant.
"Would you be insulted if I didn't? Want the next lesson, that is?"
"No, of course I wouldn't be insulted. But if you're afraid it will hurt, I promise you – "
"No," I hastened to assure him. "It's just that, well, I'd like to save that. You know I was a complete virgin before yesterday in your office. And I'm really grateful for what you've done for me and with me. You must be an excellent coach. You surely did guide me through all this perfectly. You've introduced me to sex with another man, and, let me add, one of the handsomest, sexiest men I've ever seen. I can't tell you what that means to me."
He laughed. "Okay, okay. You've thanked me. Just remember, that you're one beautiful man, too, Brent, and I've had as much pleasure as I've given, for sure. But if you're saving your anal virginity, it must be because there's another guy."
I started to say something, but he said, "Gotta piss!' He jumped up and ran to the bathroom. When he came back, he pulled a pair of sweatpants and a tee out of a drawer and put them on. Then he put on a pair of clean white socks.
"Sorry, Brent, but my pants won't fit you. Too short. I think we've got about the same size waist, though, so you can have some clean underwear and socks to wear home.
His tee shirts were a size larger than mine, but we did wear the same size boxers. The socks stretched, so that was no problem. I pulled on my jeans and sweater. He went to the kitchen, got a grocery bag, and brought it back to me. "This is for yesterday's clothes. Come to the kitchen when you're ready."
I used the bathroom, swishing my mouth with some of his mouthwash, and found him getting out stuff in the kitchen. He handed me a glass of orange juice to drink while he made coffee. He set out bowls and a pitcher of milk. Then he got out a big jar and poured something from it into the bowls, something that looked as if it should be fed to horses. He must have seen the expression on my face.
"Try this. It's got a third of your daily fiber requirement, and it's nutritionally balanced, not too many carbs, not full of sugar like most cereal. If you don't like it, I'll fix you eggs and bacon or something."
Not wanting to offend him, I tried his horse feed. Surprisingly, it wasn't bad.
As we were eating, he said, "Now, let's get back to what I was saying before."
I knew what he meant, but I wasn't sure how I wanted to reply.
"Is there some guy in your life, Brent?"
I had only known Guy since the previous afternoon, but on the strength of the intimacy we'd developed, I decided I could trust him.
"You won't be angry if there is?"
"No way. We have just had some good sex, and I'd like it if we could do it again sometime, but I'm not looking for a relationship. So if you've got someone, that's no problem for me. I just hope what we've done hasn't made one for you."
Struck by his perceptivity, I decided to be honest with him. "There's someone I think I could actually love, maybe do love, but I don't know whether he's gay or not."
"Why don't you ask him?"
"I'd love to, but I'm scared he'd run."
"Does he live around here?"
"Yeah, he works at the university."
"Maybe I know him."
"Look, I don't want to do anything to spook this guy. I'll take him any way I can get him, and if he's straight, I still want a friendship with him. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Sure. What you're saying is that you want him so bad you'll deny who you really are to be around him." I was about to respond to that, but he continued. "If you'll tell me his name, like I said, maybe I know him. If he's one of the `family,' I probably do. But I promise not to tell anybody what you tell me."
He grinned and said, "Cross my heart." He even made the motion with his hand.
"You did say your gaydar is infallible, so maybe if you've met this person, you'll have some sense of whether he is or isn't."
"Do you know the senior electrician in Buildings and Grounds?"
He laughed. "Sure do. Everybody knows Gabe Sutton."
I frowned. "How do they know him?"
"He's Johnny-on-the-spot every time there's an electrical problem, so we've all ogled the hunky electrician. And he IS gorgeous!"
"So, what does your gaydar say?"
"Oh, he's gay."
"Honey," he said, camping it up, "I KNOW!"
"Yes, Brent, I know. From first-hand experience."
I felt sick from jealousy when I heard that. Then, as I thought about it, I realized I wasn't sorry about just having had sex with Guy, so I couldn't begrudge the same to Gabe. Besides, if Gabe was gay, as Guy said, he probably wasn't living the life of a monk, as I'd been. So what if he'd been to bed with Guy?
I swallowed. "Will you tell me this?"
"Do you know whether he's had sex with a lot of guys?"
"I don't know for certain, but I don't think so. I'm pretty sure he's not a player. I've never heard any rumors about him. He and I had sex a couple of times last fall, not long after I got here." He paused. Then he got a gleam in his eye. "If you can catch Gabe, you'll be a lucky man. And, like I said, I've never heard any rumors about him sleeping around. I will say, though, that he knew exactly what he was doing when we were together."
"That information is another thing I've got to thank you for, coach."
"You're welcome for the coaching. As for Gabe, good luck. But I suppose this means there won't be any follow-up lessons for you?"
I grabbed his hand. "What we've had will always be a happy memory for me, Guy. You're gorgeous. You're patient. You're kind. You introduced me to my first sex. And you've given me some hope that maybe things might work out between Gabe and me. I'll always think of you as a good friend."
I helped him load his dishwasher. Then we went into the living room, where we pulled on our shoes and shrugged into our winter jackets and gloves. He grabbed his keys, and we went out to his car. I helped him brush the snow off of it.
When he pulled up in the Kling Hall parking lot, he got out and helped me clear the snow off of my car. Impulsively, I hugged him. No one was around, so he kissed me lightly on the lips.
"Thanks, Guy. I'm more grateful than I can say. And you're one beautiful, sweet man."
"Good luck, Brent." He jumped back in his car and, with a wave, pulled away. Somehow, I was reminded of Santa and his sleigh leaving the rooftop to take happiness to other children.
As I drove toward my apartment, I was planning a surprise for Gabe on New Year's Eve.
To be continued.