Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 23:17:22 -0400 From: Jake Toksmer Subject: College and Grad School 15 and 16 Sorry it's been awhile since I last posted. Posting two to try to make up. And, as always, thanks to all of you who've written and those reading for your encouragement and support. Enjoy! Chapter 15: Naked Month I feel like talking about our apartment. I've already mentioned that it had two big bedrooms, and that Dave and I shared ours and Bobby and Will shared theirs. The bedrooms were on opposite sides of the apartment and in between was the kitchen, dining room, and living room. It was open and basically made the shape of an L - from their bedroom out into the living room, then the kitchen and dining room just after the turn of the L and into our bedroom. Off of the kitchen and what should have been attached to Dave's and my bedroom was the bathroom and laundry room. It was a nice big bathroom, with two sinks and a nice tub and separated shower that was all glass. The toilet was blocked off from the rest of the bathroom by a wall that jutted out from next to the sinks. It wasn't a separate little room, but it was reasonably cut-off. I only mention it because of the Bathroom Rule that we had. The rule was that basically whoever needed to use it could, regardless of what else was going on in there. That means that if Dave was in there showering I could walk right in and use the toilet, and Bobby and Will could come in and brush their teeth or whatever. I know it seems weird, but we were all good friends and it wasn't anything we hadn't seen before. And the reason we chose to live there was because it was very old (cheap) but had just been totally refinished (nice). Had it not been for the granite countertops, travertine flooring, and stainless steel fixtures (things I only had when I lived in this apartment, actually!), it would have taken a lot to get the four of us to share it. Well, Dave was dating Sarah, who is an utter sweetheart. As I alluded to before, Dave is married - to this very same Sarah and they just had an adorable baby girl a few months ago. Sarah loved to come over and hang out, but she very rarely stayed the night (maybe once a month at the absolute most). And I was often not sleeping there those nights - they had the room to themselves. Bobby dated someone new almost every month, but even then, they never slept over at our place. He didn't feel it was considerate to his roommate, Will. Will, however, was dating Molly. And Molly was over ALL THE TIME. It's partly our fault for never saying anything the first semester we were there. The second semester it was pretty much ingrained. Will had even given her a key to the place, so she'd let herself in and everything. Even when we said, "Will, Molly is here way too much" it would be about a week of not seeing Molly before she was a regular fixture in the apartment again. It became a problem when she was locking the bathroom door - and taking ages - when she stayed over. That was against the Bathroom Rule - there were four of us (paying rent, anyway) and we all had to share, and she was totally violating that rule. Sometimes she and Will would both be in there, and they'd lock the door, which bothered us to no end - Jacuzzi tub or not, they shouldn't be spending a long time in the bathroom when it's all we've got for four/five people! It was Dave who suggested how we convince Molly that she doesn't want to stay over as much. Out to dinner one night Dave and Bobby and I were sitting around the table complaining about how often Molly was around and Dave said, "Okay, let's just make her feel uncomfortable enough to where she doesn't want to come over anymore." "And how would we do that?" I asked. Molly was nice, but stubborn and set in the routine of being over all the time. "Well, you know how she's disgusted by how we share the bathroom?" he continued. Bobby and I nodded. "Well, let's sort of extend that out." "What do you mean?" Bobby asked. "I say we lounge around naked. All the time. Always. If we're in the apartment, we're naked, no matter what. We'll see what she has to say about that," Dave said. Bobby and I both laughed. It was a good idea, and in my opinion, a fun one. "I'm in," Bobby said. "Me too," I added. Dave informed Sarah that she might not want to come over that night when he called her because we had instituted Operation Bad Naked (from the Seinfeld episode). We walked in the apartment and stripped, tossing our clothes into our rooms. To loosen up a bit, we all had a couple of beers. It was a good thing, too... both Dave and Bobby were in great shape and if I did stare I didn't want any physical indication that I liked what I was seeing. Well, Dave wouldn't have cared. I still hadn't told Bobby yet. Will came home and Molly was not with him. He was shocked, though, and asked what we were doing. Dave sort of fibbed: "It's Naked Month. All month, we're naked in the apartment. You should join us." This was pretty believable, too, that Dave would just declare a month of nudity. He was always declaring a week or a month of something. There was literary character month (everyone in the apartment was given a literary character and that's what we went by all month), no socks month (only he did that - it was November and my feet were too cold otherwise), upside-down week (he actually expected us to walk around on our hands, resulting in a broken lamp and lots of scuff marks on walls, and we turned everything upside down, including the tv, and hung upside-down off the couch to watch), etc. Will said, "Ha! Well, maybe in a bit. But put some clothes on before Molly comes over." "No can do, Will. It's Naked Month." "Whatever," Will said. We all laughed when Will came back out of his room, clad in boxers. We chastised him for not being a team player and going against the rules of the month, and he finally relented. He put them back on, though, the moment the doorbell rang, indicating Molly had arrived. He tried again to get us to put on something - anything - and then laughed at us when we said that just wasn't going to happen. We heard Molly at the door when Will answered in his boxers. And she screamed when she saw us all naked sitting around watching tv. She ran into Will's and Bobby's bedroom and hid out there, Will going in after her. It took a week of solid apartment nudity for her to stop coming over all the time - though never once did she sit out in the living room with us - it was always a sprint to the bedroom and then a sprint to the bathroom if she needed to use it. Will had gotten into it a little bit and would join us most of the time, but Dave, Bobby and I were all into it. And we decided to go the rest of the month, too. Commitment to the cause! It was a lot of fun, and we got very, very comfortable with it. None of us really noticed a thing and started going about all of our business in the apartment stark naked. We scared quite a few delivery people, as we didn't get dressed to answer the door when the pizza guy rang. But we did get our apartment back, our bathroom went back to normal shared operation, and we did notice a reduction in our water bill. Mission accomplished! Chapter 16: Tall Ben I first met Ben our freshman year. We got a long great and I always knew he was gay, he knew I was, but we didn't hook up but once. And even then it was really just some light kissing and masturbation - no sex. But just after spring break my junior year Ben and I sort of hooked up again. We had hung out over the past two years, but not too much, especially when I was dating Jeremy. Anyway, Ben and I ran into each other at a local restaurant (which just happens to be the best greasy spoon ever if anyone wants a semi-fast food recommendation) and sat together to catch up. It had been awhile and we just ate, chatted, and filled each other in on the main details of our lives. Nothing special - I didn't mention Jeremy's death, for example - I just didn't think that was a good way to catch up with someone. As I later found out, Ben had heard about a small gay fratboy that had died from cancer, and put two and two together when I had dropped out for the semester. Since we were both single and free that coming Friday night, we decided to get together. There was no set agenda and I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting much. We decided we'd catch a movie and if the mood struck us afterwards, we'd go out for a drink. That Friday afternoon Ben called and asked if I wanted to get a bite to eat first. I said sure, and he said he'd be over to pick me up around 6PM so we'd have plenty of time to eat and then get to the theatre. In my mind we really were just hanging out, so I wasn't expecting him to show up and look quite so good. I always thought Ben was handsome - he was about 6'4", light brown hair, blue eyes, strong but not too cut jaw line, and beautiful body. He had a habit of wearing t-shirts that were just the right size to show off every inch of his physique and that barely covered his torso. From the one time our freshman year I remembered a nicely sculpted chest, smooth belly, and nice arms. No muscles really to speak of - actually he had less than me - but he was still a very handsome man. I suppose Ben really didn't look all that special - no different from normal, really. He was dressed in a faded-red tight t-shirt, some cargo shorts, and flip-flops. His cologne, though, smelled great, and when I opened the door I gave him a huge hug, smelling his musky scent. For what it's worth, I was wearing a blue polo, cargo shorts, and flip-flops of my own. He said he'd drive, which I agreed would be fine. Over the past school year I knew that I could get drunk and that I shouldn't drive, and Ben was very disciplined, so if we did go out, he'd only have a drink or two and we'd make it home safely. So we went down to his truck. Ben drove the gayest truck I'd ever seen - a Ford Ranger "Splash" edition flare side. Oh yes. Small truck, flare side, with a pin stripe on the side that from more than ten feet away that looked like a rainbow flag. It was, I have to say, an extended cab, which I think was the only way he could fit into it and useful for storing some random crap. And it seemed to be full of random crap, like his gym bag, school bag, and who knows what else. Anyway, we drove to a sushi restaurant and had just the right amount of raw fish and perhaps just a little bit too much sake. We walked from there to the movie theater, and to be honest, I have no idea what we watched. We didn't actually watch much of the movie - we were instead making out kind of furiously. I do remember the movie had been out for a little while and we didn't need to worry about it. Ben smelled so good and looked so hot, and he had his rather large hands down my shorts for a large part of the movie. Afterwards we were both really turned on. We got back to the truck and started making out again, before we ever moved. We realized that we probably should take it someplace else, so we managed to unlock our lips long enough to get out of the parking lot and through the streets until we could get to a spot we liked. There was a nice place that was behind an office complex that was dark and nice, and as familiar with it as we were with it during the day, we felt fine going back there at night. It was a nice night, perfectly clear and with the lights being out in that distant part of the parking lot, we could see some stars. We actually made out for a bit there in the cab of the truck before I undid his shorts and slid them down enough to get to his dick. It took a bit of maneuvering to slide his shorts and his underwear down, but eventually they were down enough so I could wrap my lips around his cock. And down I went, sliding my mouth all the way down. As Ben was so tall, he was similarly endowed in his trousers - nothing spectacular, but just simple biology meant he was going to be slightly larger than most other guys. I slid my mouth up and down and listened to Ben breathe more and more heavily. Eventually... bump! I hit my head on the steering wheel coming up. We laughed and decided to move our little party to the bed of the pickup truck. Ben grabbed a picnic blanket from behind the seats that he happened to carry with him and we stepped out into the night. We put the tailgate down and put down the blanket and hopped into bed - a bed of sorts, anyway. The moment we were back there I was trying to get Ben's shorts totally off of him. I managed in a short amount of time and was back moving my mouth up and down his throbbing dick. After a couple of minutes, Ben asked me to back off and I did, climbing back up his chest to kiss him. We embraced and ran our tongues as far as we could into one another's mouths. And then Ben decided to help me out of my clothes as well. After getting my shorts, underwear, polo, and undershirt off, I pulled his t-shirt over his head and we rolled around in the bed of that pickup truck, both of our legs reaching beyond the tailgate - his reach quite a bit further than mind. I pushed off of him, entirely expecting to move back down to his dick, but stopped to take a look at his body. Ben had been working out the past couple of years and now had a gorgeous chest, definition on his abs, and some of the hottest shoulders I'd ever seen. He had a diamond patch of light brown hair right in the center of his chest, but then virtually none until just above his navel, where a nice little treasure trail started and ran down to his dick. He looked hot, and I immediately went down on his chest and started licking, kissing, and worshipping that sculpture he had clearly worked hard on. I slowly made my way down his abs back to his dick, and the moment I wrapped my lips around it he asked me to stop and turn around - if I was going to suck him off, he wanted to return the favor. I obliged and we 69'd for a few minutes. Ben was good, too - he knew what to do with his tongue and I was enjoying every second of it. I was enjoying it a bit too much, actually. Before long I had stopped returning the favor for him and though I was holding his dick in my hand, my mouth was nowhere near it while I moaned and closed my eyes, enjoying the treatment my own cock was receiving. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer and told Ben so. He really started some magic at that point and I lasted maybe another twenty seconds when I blew my load into his warm mouth. And he didn't stop - much like me he seemed to enjoy the feel and the taste and I could feel him try to get every last drop of cum out of me. Momentarily spent, I had to relax, putting my head down on my own arm that held Ben's dick. I was breathing hard and told him to wait for a minute. He said it was fine, to take all the time I needed. He was fine and feeling good - better, he said, than he'd felt in awhile. That made me feel fantastic, and it didn't take but a few minutes for me to recover enough to go back to town on Ben's dick. I turned back around, though, because I do like look up while giving a guy a blowjob and see the looks on his face. Anyway, I ran my tongue all over his dick, which was now leaking rather copious amounts of pre-cum. I kept at it, lapping up and enjoying all of it. I did take a break for myself, but worshipped his balls so that it wasn't a total break for Ben. He was enjoying himself immensely, though, breathing heavily, occasionally moaning and lying right in the middle of the truck bed he had his arms and legs spread out as far as he could, totally relaxed and looking up at the stars. As I went back down on his engorged and throbbing cock once again, I could actually feel the pressure building up inside him. I could feel him contract and relax his muscles as he tried to stave off cumming and so that he could keep enjoying the pleasure I was giving his dick. He asked me to stop for a few moments while he caught his breath - either I was doing something right or he was really just flattering me. Without him saying anything, I went back down on him a couple of minutes later, but I saw him reach up behind him and grab the edge of the truck bed. He started breathing more and more heavily as I slid my mouth up and down his dick. It wasn't long before he told me he was about to cum and I felt the first shot fly into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I started swallowing while still sucking as literally torrents of semen pumped out of Ben's cock and into my eager mouth. It didn't stop, either. It just kept coming - Ben kept cumming and cumming (what a pun!) and I wasn't about to lose any of it. But I started to fill up - really, it was insane how much Ben was pumping out. At one point I thought cum was about to run out of my nose, which aside from the burn wouldn't have been that bad, I guess. Finally Ben stopped pumping and was starting to calm down. I lapped up what was left and crawled slowly back up his body to kiss him. I didn't realize how much I had had to take until I realized until I was trying to catch my breath... it had seriously been like a fountain drink... or a drink out of a fountain that wouldn't stop. Anyway, Ben and I made out for a bit, lightly, and then cuddled up there in the bed of the pickup truck. I sort of rolled over onto his left side, putting my head on his shoulder, my own shoulder tight up under his left arm, my leg wrapped over his. I breathed deeply of his cologne and his musky scent, a little sweaty after what we'd just done. I started to drift off to sleep and realized that Ben was falling asleep, too. At one point, I know I did sleep, but I don't think it was more than for a few minutes. It felt good, and oddly comfortable, to be lying there next to him, both of us naked, and lying in the bed of his pickup truck on the outskirts of town in a parking lot. Strange, huh? We finally managed to get out of the truck bed, get dressed, and get back into the cab to drive back to my place. Ben dropped me off, kissing me goodnight before I went inside. Once back in the apartment I showered and climbed into bed. It was very late - all I remember was that everyone was already asleep. Dave said I didn't wake him when I got home, which was good - as I wasn't drunk I figured I had been legitimately quiet, but it's always nice to know you didn't disturb someone.