Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2008 09:20:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: Consolation

     I wasn't trying to win anything. After years of making an
effort to convert straight boys and one in particular I had
resigned myself to permanent friendship status with no benefits.
Random hook ups with guys from the Internet every few months was
as close to having a relationship that I had ever gotten. I
couldn't seem to find another gay guy who attracted me the way
most straight men did. Put thirty men in a room, twenty-nine gay
and one straight, and I would walk directly to the straight guy
without batting an eye. It wasn't that there was any trait that I
saw as particularly straight, because I met countless gay guys
who most people would assume were straight but I knew were gay,
and many straight guys who most people would assume were gay, but
I knew were straight. For me, there was something in the eyes and
the way a man looked at me. Given that fact, I was attracted to
the boys who were obviously not attracted to me. It was a cycle
that I promised to stop but continued anyway. I went around
collecting straight friends and breaking my heart over and over
again. I vowed college would be different.

     David Davies was one of the first guys I met on campus. He
was, in a word, a hunk. I first noticed him in the line across
from me during registration and then I saw him on the elevator in
my residence hall. It was just us so I tried not to make him feel
uncomfortable, but my eyes carefully drank in every inch of his 6
foot 2 frame. I started with his face. He had high cheek bones,
pouty pink lips, and eyes the color of turquoise. I glanced at
his hair, midnight black and slicked back, then I was pulled to
his eyes, I wanted to step closer and get a better look but I'd
never been that forward, so I let my eyes travel down his body.
He had a nicely tanned complexion, accentuated by the white tank
top he had on that was clinging to every curve of his body and
not leaving much to the imagination. He had broad shoulders,
amazing arms, rather large nipples and good muscle definition. My
eyes passed over his baggy black shorts quickly because they
weren't giving up any kind of details. His knees were nothing to
talk about, but his calves were sexy and the flip-flops on his
feet revealed nice feet that were well groomed for a man. I
wasn't in to sucking toes, but I would have sucked his toes if he
asked. Then my eyes drifted back to his face, up to his eyes and
he was looking at me.

     He extended his hand, "Hi, I'm David."

     He couldn't have missed the way I was checking him out so
his introduction made me think I might have a chance with him. I
grabbed his hand. "I'm Cali."

     "Cali?"

     "Well my real name is Joseph but everyone calls me Cali."

     "Why Cali?"

     I took a step back and gestured towards myself. "Isn't it
obvious?"

     He gave me the once over and smiled, "I guess you do have
that Californian look. Are you from there?"

     "I grew up right outside of Los Angeles, but my family moved
to Carlton three years ago."

     "Let me guess, you didn't get the nickname Cali until you
moved here?"

     I giggled like an idiot. "Something like that."

     "So which is better, Illinois or California?" The elevator
opened on his floor. He stopped with one foot inside the elevator
and the other on the tile floor. "So which is it?" He smiled at
me and I lost my voice. "This elevator isn't going to go anywhere
until you tell me."

     I managed to mumble, "California, hands down."

     "What kind of friends did you have in high school? You need
to hang out with me because you obviously haven't seen what
Carlton has to offer." He stepped out the elevator. "See you
around, Cali."

     The elevator door closed and I leaned against the inside and
tried to catch my breath. David was cute and I had that familiar
knot in my stomach that I always got when I met someone worthy of
being a star in my fantasies. I wanted to know his last name and
his middle name and his life story. I imagined that everything
about him had to be cute.

     David disappeared for the next week and a half. I kept an
eye out for him every time I left my room and I even pushed his
floor number whenever I was alone on the elevator, in the hopes
that the elevator would stop and the doors would open and he
would be standing there. I had a few friends already because of
where the school was, but I didn't want my old friends, I wanted
to make new friends and David was at the top of my list.

     One day I decided to give myself a few more days to run in
to him before I went to his floor and tried to find him. I got on
the elevator the next day and someone yelled for me to hold the
elevator and wouldn't you know it, David came running in with two
boxes of pizza. Another guy ran in close behind him. The other
guy had a bag in his hand. I gave the guy a quick once over. He
was okay but he wasn't my type and he had the misfortune of
standing next to David who would make a lot of attractive guys
look a little less attractive if they stood right next to him.
David nodded at me and I half nodded back, but mostly, I stared.

     "Don't you remember me?" he asked.

     "Yeah, you're David."

     He grinned. "And you're Cali." He looked over at the guy
next to him. "Doug this is Cali, Cali this is my roommate Doug."
Doug and I shook hands but the ground didn't move or anything.
"So what's up?"

     I smiled at David. "Not much. I'm thinking about dropping a
class."

     "Already?"

     "Yeah."

     "Which one?"

     "My Intro to Bio. I have Professor Swann and every
upperclassman I've met has told me to run like the wind."

     "Yeah, you don't want him. I hear he suckers people in with
an easy looking syllabus and an easy first test and then he turns
in to Mr. Hyde and tries to work the hell out of you with a lot
of material that's not on the syllabus."

     "That's what I heard too so I'm going to switch to one of
the other intros. What about you? What's up?"

     "Not much. About to eat some dinner. Have you eaten yet?"

     "No."

     "You should come eat with us."

     "Okay." We got off on their floor. Their room was the first
door once you reached the carpet. I walked in and was surprised
by how clean it was and how small it was. The thought of sharing
an area that tiny with someone else was horrible and I was happy
I had requested a single. After visiting the residence halls the
year before I knew doubles only came in two sizes, extra large or
small. I didn't want to take my chances with getting a small
double so I opted for the privacy of a single.

     David and I sat on his bed and ate and Doug sat on a bean
bag. I wasn't aware that I was staring at David until David
started blushing and asked, "Do I have something stuck in my
teeth?"

     "No. I just zoned out."

     "David has that effect on gay guys," Doug said. I felt like
a deer caught in the headlights of a big rig, only my condition
was more like the impending dread of becoming roadkill. I tried
to move the slice of pizza I had in my hand towards my mouth but
I missed my mouth and ended up hitting my chin. I sat the slice
down and rubbed the grease off my face. Doug reached out and
touched my knee, "Hey, I wasn't trying to embarrass you."

     "Am I that obvious?"

     David laughed. "Relax, I'm use to people staring at me. It's
just funny that guys do it more than women, and don't get me
started on Doug."

     Doug punched David on his leg. "You like it when I stare at
you, you pompous jerk." They laughed so I laughed with them and
thought about leaving the subject alone. Unfortunately, Doug
wasn't done with me yet. We stopped laughing and an uncomfortable
silence stretched out across the room and amplified every sound
to the point were I was holding my breath because I was afraid of
breathing life back in to the room. Doug made a long exaggerated
sigh and revived the subject I hoped would wither in the silence
and die. "We knew you were gay because I asked around."

     "But I've never met you before."

     "I know. David pointed you out to me and I thought you were
cute so I did a little research. I hear you weren't exactly
secretive about it when you were in high school."

     "Who told you that?"

     "Drake Wells. I believe you know him."

     My throat was suddenly plugged with a lump the size of New
Mexico. Drake Wells was my fuck buddy for lack of a better term.
He was so far in the closet when we first met that I thought I
would never be able to get him to see what was obvious to me. He
was my guide for my first day of classes and he seemed miserable
being stuck with me. Things only got worse during lunch when I
revealed that I was pretty sure I was gay but I hadn't done
anything with anyone, male or female. I wasn't ashamed of it. I
knew I was gay as soon as I saw Michael McHenry take off his
shirt during gym and I got so distracted that I walked in to a
wall. While the entire scene was embarrassing, the outcome was
favorable. I told my friends I was madly in love with him and
they laughed because they already knew. Hiding my feelings was
never my strong suit. I made an effort not to let my eyes light
up when an attractive guy walked by but I couldn't help it. My
reaction to certain guys was physical and obvious in a way that
even the slowest of guys was able to pick up what was happening.
Every straight guy who I ever had a crush on knew way before I
told him.

     The students at my school in California didn't seem to mind
my proclaimed homosexuality and they didn't question my lack of
sexual experience, but the students in Carlton were different.
The students in Carlton were quick to ask me how I could be
certain without trying anything with anyone. Doors opened up that
I didn't even know were there. Girls offered to have sex with me
so I could be sure and a few guys offered to let me give them a
blowjob. I took a few of the guys up on their indecent proposals
because I was tired of not having any experience and I had my
pick of closeted guys who wanted to have a good time. The offers
came in faster than I expected. I told Drake I was gay during
lunch and by the end of the day three guys had hinted at being
able to help me decide for sure and offered their services.
Drake, however, was not one of those guys. Drake was an asshole
to me for two years and then he was suddenly overly nice to me
when our senior year began. We became tentative friends and that
led to us messing around with each other. He threatened to kill
me after the first time, but he didn't have anyone else to mess
around with so he apologized a few days later and begged for a
chance to hook up again. He was cute, but definitely not the man
of my dreams and he was only interested in having sex which was
fine when we were in high school, but I wanted something more
substantial and with someone who wanted to be with me, not simply
because I was a guy, but because they genuinely liked me. Drake
wasn't too upset when I told him we should part ways. He was
planning on moving in with his girlfriend and he didn't want to
lie about where he was going. I actually helped them move in to a
small apartment near campus. I thought it would be weird seeing
him around all the time, but after spotting David in line that
first day, I was sufficiently distracted when I bumped in to
Drake that afternoon. I'd seen him several times since I arrived
on campus and he was in one of my classes but we just smiled at
each other and said hello. His girlfriend was a different story.
I didn't give two shits about his girlfriend and the way she
ignored me when she saw me on campus let me know she wasn't too
fond of me either. She would glare at me until she was close
enough to speak and then she would look away and try to pretend
she was didn't see me.

     "How did you know I knew Drake?"

     "David and I saw the two of you talking a few days ago, so I
asked Drake about you. He's my cousin."

     "Oh." I took a sip of my drink. "So what did he say about
me?" I took a big chug.

     "He knew you from high school. You were gay and always
hitting on him."

     The drink went down the wrong pipe and I hacked as I tried
to keep from choking. "What?"

     "He told me you were cool though and you knew when to back
off."

     "Yeah, I knew when to back off."

     Doug eyed me for a moment. "You're lucky you were dealing
with Drake, because I wouldn't have let you slip through my
fingers. I would have known exactly what to do with you." He
licked his lips. "I would have grabbed on and taken you for a
ride you wouldn't forget."

     "Doug!" David shouted. I was too busy blushing profusely to
say anything. Doug leaned back in his beanbag and I noticed him
suggestively spread his legs and I found myself wondering what he
had between them.

     "What? I was just giving him a compliment."

     "You were shamelessly hitting on him."

     "He's a big boy. He can take it." Doug looked directly at
me. "You can take it? Can't you, Cali?"

     David elbowed me. "Don't answer him. It's a trick question."

     I laughed it off and responded by smiling at Doug and
saying, "I take it you're gay."

     "On the outside I'm straight but inside I'm singing
Streisand." I laughed until he pointed to a cd rack and I saw the
name Streisand more than once. "Yeah, I wasn't joking."

     I finally took a good look at Doug. He was an All-American
kind of cute. The word beefcake came to mind. He was definitely
not my type and the openly gay part made him less my type, but I
could see how his devilish grin and dancing green eyes could make
somebody fall for him. It didn't hurt that his body had the look
of a former athlete. He was not as tone as David, but his arms
had the hint of muscle and he looked strong and virile. He was
most likely about 5'11".

     "If you keep checking him out like that, he's going to think
you like him," David warned. I quickly turned to David.

     "Well I wouldn't want him to think that."

     David and Doug both laughed and we wasted an hour joking
around and trading insults with each other. At some point Doug
pulled some beers out of their small fridge and we each had a few
drinks while we continued to talk. I found out that David and
Doug were best friends from a suburb right outside of Carlton and
David was straight and highly sought after but he had only dated
three girls and he hadn't dated anyone for longer than three
months because he was looking for a very specific kind of girl
and he couldn't find her. The alcohol seemed to make them more
talkative, if that was even possible because Doug said David
really wanted a man but wasn't brave enough to admit it.

     David responded, "Been there, tried that, definitely want a
girl."

     I laughed again but neither of them laughed with me. I half
laughed when I asked, "You tried that?"

     "More than once, you know, just so I could be sure."

     "Oh of course, just so you could be sure," I said sarcastic.

     "Hey, now you sound like Doug. There's nothing wrong with a
straight guy experimenting with gay sex just to make sure he's
straight." I wanted to tell him that most straight guys I knew
didn't need to experiment with guys to confirm they were
straight. "And don't look at me like that either. I don't see
what the big deal is. Doug experimented with girls before he knew
for sure he was gay, so why does it matter if I tested out a few
guys?"

     "How far did your testing go?"

     "Thorough examinations. I had to go all the way with them."

     I let the alcohol guide my tongue. "You don't have to answer
this, but um, you look like a top, um, did you try the other
way?"

     He looked at Doug so I looked at Doug. Doug was grinning and
staring at him. "I uh, plead the fifth on that one."

     "He did both," Doug said.

     David threw his empty bottle at him, "You ass!" Doug smiled
wickedly and then winked at me.

     "He had great gay sex yet he still prefers women."

     "Doug, who said it was great sex?" David asked.

     "Well I can't speak for the other guys, but I know I rocked
your world." Doug gave his crotch area a good squeeze.

     David jumped up and I thought he was serious but Doug didn't
seem worried. David stood over Doug. "You made me do this." He
leaned down and Doug tried to push him away, but David's arms
were too long. David tickled Doug while Doug squirmed and giggled
like a little boy.

     "Stop it," Doug screamed between laughs.

     "Say it wasn't great sex."

     "But it was."

     "Say it or I won't stop."

     "Fine, it wasn't great sex." David finished his tickle
assault and stepped back. "It was beyond great, more like
amazing. Definitely the best you ever had."

     David turned back to Doug. "There's no helping you."

     David sat on the bed and looked at me. "Don't believe him.
He wasn't that good. If he was I'd be gay."

     "Would you ever be with a guy again?"

     His eyes darted to Doug then back to me. "Let's say I'm
sticking to girls for a while but I never say never. There just
aren't any guys that interest me at the moment."

     "So you're open to the possibilities?"

     Doug scoffed, "No, he's totally hetero now. He's just saying
that because he's a shameless flirt and he's trying to lead you
on. He prefers the softness of a woman's body to the firm
hardness of a hot guy like me or you. I keep telling him it's all
mental, but he's a lost cause. He could do a guy, but he'd always
be thinking about a girl. Damn breeder!"

     That comment warranted another impromptu tickle attack that
lasted until Doug apologized. Instead of returning to the bed,
David pushed Doug over and squeezed on to the beanbag next to
him. Doug put his arm around David and put his head on David's
shoulder and asked, "Don't we make a cute couple?"

     David shrugged him off. "I'm not drunk."

     Doug got up and came over to sit next to me. He put his arm
around me and smiled at David. "Don't Cali and I make a cute
couple?"

     David smirked. "Yeah, you do. Only he may be too cute for
you."

     Doug shook me and caused me to look at him. "You're not out
of my league, are you?" I laughed nervously then got mesmerized
by his eyes. He did have beautiful eyes. He was giving me this
intense look but I wasn't sure how serious he was until he leaned
in and kissed me. The kiss was quick and pleasant and his thin
lips felt like tiny bolts of electricity shocking me with an
addictive sensation that I instantly wanted to feel again. His
tongue darted out and gave my lips a quick lick as he pulled
back. My tongue stuck out and licked my lips and the trace of him
that he left tasted like drops of sweet water. He was the first
guy who ever took my breath away with a kiss and it was a drunken
kiss at that. I wondered for a brief moment what his lips could
do when he wasn't drunk.

     I realized we were nose to nose and just gazing in to each
other's eyes. He was breathing hard and I could feel his breath
on my lips and smell the hint of beer. "I think I'm drunk," I
whispered.

     He kissed my nose then gave me some breathing room. "I never
take advantage of boys I like."

     I giggled and tried to keep my composure but he had given me
goosebumps and put something in my stomach. It wasn't really a
sick feeling or a good feeling, it was kind of an awareness that
the contents of my stomach were being joined by something foreign
that felt like a ball of nervous energy having a field day inside
me yet each spot it touched missed the contact the moment it
bounced somewhere else. I wasn't used to feeling that for anyone.

     "I should get going," I said.

     "Okay." I stood and looked over to tell David goodbye, but
he was lightly snoring. "He's a sleepy drunk," Doug joked as he
stood next to me. "I'll walk you to the door."

     I laughed. "It's like three steps away. I think I can handle
it."

     "Okay. See you later then, Cali." I walked towards the door
and he slapped me on my ass and winked at me when I turned
around. "Yeah, I did it," he said with a smirk on his face.

     His behavior said he wasn't my type. He was more far more
aggressive than I liked and he was gay. I enjoyed being the
hunter and I liked for my prey to move around so I could give
chase, but if Doug was prey, he was the kind that walked up to
you and waited for you to shoot. David, however, was the kind of
prey that required finesse and that was a turn on. I couldn't
wait to bring him back to the gay side. David just needed to meet
the right guy. By the time I reached my room, I had foolishly
dismissed what happened with Doug as nothing more than an alcohol
induced mistake and gone back to fantasizing about David.

     David dropped by my room the next day. He was wearing a
tight blue t-shirt and khaki shorts with a pair of blue flip
flops. He sat down on my bed and invited me to a party at some
frat house. I probably had my mouth open the entire time I sat
across from him. He had to know what he was doing to me when he
rubbed his fingers through his head and then stretched. "You're
as bad as Doug," he stated.

     "What?"

     "Most guys try to be discreet when they're watching me, but
you and Doug have no shame."

     I knew my face was turning red. "I'm sorry."

     "It wasn't a complaint."

     I found his eyes and interrogated them. Doug was right about
David being a flirt. The problem was that I couldn't tell if
David was flirting because he liked me or if he was flirting
because he couldn't help it. His eyes didn't tell me anything but
he did hold my gaze until I turned away because I became
uncomfortable. He started a conversation about politics and I was
surprised by how well informed he was. He seemed to keep getting
better and better. He went from smoking hot to smoking hot and
intelligent. It was hard to beat that combination.

     We talked for hours until Doug called him and told they were
going to be late for the party. David left to get ready and I
took a quick shower and put on one of my sexier outfits. The plan
was to make a move on David and see what happened. I knew he had
been with guys before so I assumed he wouldn't be offended, which
meant I could be more overt about it. I laughed at myself in the
mirror and said, "Here we go again." I was getting my hopes up
over a straight guy.

     I met Doug and David at their room. Doug had on a green polo
shirt and a pair of jeans. I'll admit he looked nice, but then my
eyes caught a glimpse of David. David was wearing a brown t-shirt
with the phrase "I'm too sexy for this shirt" emblazoned in
white. He had on a dark pair of jeans and brown sandals. I saw
him and I wondered if there was an outfit that existed that
wouldn't look good on him. I stared at him, and even when I was
answering Doug's questions, I didn't take my eyes off of David.

     Doug insisted we each take a shot of Tequila before we left.
I hated Tequila, but I liked David and he did it so I did it then
we walked to the party. The party was the loud, drunken mess I
assumed it would be. David was drunk within the first thirty
minutes and Doug was hovering around him until David went off
with some girl. Even I had to admit the girl was gorgeous. Doug
seemed less certain of himself when David left. He went from
cracking jokes and keeping me laughing, to sitting there silently
watching the party go on around him. I tried talking to him, but
he didn't have much to say.

     David came back about an hour later and said he was leaving
with the girl and he'd see Doug in the morning. "I can't believe
he's doing this," Doug whispered, once David left.

     "Hooking up?"

     "It's more than hooking up, that's his ex-girlfriend. I
wonder who invited her, because she doesn't even go here. He's
about to go undo everything we worked hard to achieve over the
summer." Doug sighed. "I know he says she's a good lay, but he
knows he doesn't like her." He shook his head. "Would you do
that?"

     "Sleep with someone I don't like?"

     "Yeah."

     "I've done it before."

     Doug looked me up and down, "Figures." I didn't like the way
he stepped closer to me then asked, "So how many people have you
not liked but fucked anyway?"

     "About four, but after I fuck you I guess it'll be five."

     "Who says I'd let you fuck me?"

     I leaned in close enough to whisper in his ear. "Why don't
we go back to my room and find out?" I was feeling horny and
though Doug wasn't the one I wanted, he was more than adequate to
fill in for David.

     Doug and I walked in silence. The chill in the night air
seemed to be asking me if I was sure about sleeping with Doug and
reminding me that I was about to do something I might regret. I
didn't care though.

     We walked in my room and I closed my door and locked it.
Doug was on me as soon as I turned around. He grabbed the back of
my head and pulled my hair then he planted a tender kiss on my
lips and backed away. I stepped towards him and he pushed me
against the door rather roughly. I opened my mouth to ask him
what the hell he was doing but he stuffed his tongue in my mouth
before I could finish the first word. I didn't return the kiss.
His hand reached between us and felt down my body until it found
my dick hanging in my left pant leg. He rubbed it, then blew air
in my mouth and stepped back.

     "Take off your shirt," he ordered. I did it and was rewarded
almost immediately with the sensations of Doug rubbing his tongue
over my right nipple. He licked it a few more times before he
dove in and sucked on it. I gasped when he came up to take a deep
breath and the saliva on my nipple gave me a cold chill, followed
by the warmth of his mouth as he engulfed it again. I moaned with
pleasure as he began to work up a good rhythm with his hand on my
hard dick.

     He kissed his way up my chest and to my neck, where he
sucked for a few minutes and then let his lips trail up my chin
and land on my lips. I opened my mouth and kissed him back, which
seemed to turn him on because he pressed in to me hard for a
moment then he took his hand off my dick and took off his shirt.
I stole a quick look at his body and swallowed hard when I saw
that his body was better than I originally thought. His stomach
looked sexy and taut.

     "Like what you see?" he asked.

     "Yeah."

     He reached out and touched my chest. "Good because I'm
loving what I see."

     He dropped to his knees in front of me and undid my belt
buckle with his teeth. Having his head so close to my boner had
me saying silent prayers that he would hurry up and use his mouth
for something else. He undid my button with his hands, but he
unzipped my pants with his teeth and he looked up at me the whole
time. The ball of nervous energy returned to my stomach and I put
my hand up to my mouth and licked my index finger.

     Doug's hands grabbed my waist and seductively slid down,
pulling my pants and boxers down as well. Once he had my pants
down to my ankles, his hands glided up my legs and then over my
ass and to my lower back, then back down to my ass. My dick was
almost poking him in the eye, but he just buried his nose in my
pubic hair and took a deep whiff then he kissed both of my
testicles and licked his way up my boner.

     He put his hand around my shaft and held on tightly. "What
do we have here?"

     I laughed nervously and he squeezed again and kissed the
head and opened his mouth. I watched as the head disappeared
between his lips. His eyes were still staring up at me and that
was kind of freaking me out, but not enough to stop him. He had
about half of me in his mouth when he started moving his tongue
around. I shuddered when he stopped swirling his tongue for a
moment and sucked really hard instead.

     He started bobbing his head up and down and taking more and
more of me each time until his lips were touching his hand that
was carefully milking the bottom. He abruptly stopped and let me
drop from his mouth. "You want to see a magic trick?"

     I nodded my head and he grabbed my dick and started going
down, inch by inch until all eight inches were in his mouth and
his lips were pressed against my pubes. The back of his throat
did this thing that sent a chill up my spine. I looked down at
him and seeing him like that, with my dick in his mouth and a
hint of a smile in his eyes as they looked up at me was one of
the sexiest things I had ever seen. The guys who had blown me
before were more focused on my dick than me, but I couldn't say
that about Doug. The way Doug kept making eye contact with me
suddenly went from freaking me out to adding another level of
intimacy. He reached up and played with my nipples. I grabbed the
back of his head and went at it, pumping in and out of his mouth
until I came down his throat a few minutes later.

     He pulled off of me and kissed the head of my dick then
ordered me to get on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and my
clothes as I walked over to the bed and lied down on my back.
Doug slipped off his flip flops and practically ripped off his
jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear so his dick flopped
against his stomach. Doug reached in his pant's pocket and pulled
out a condom.

     He came over to the bed and climbed on top of me with his
butt resting on my lower abs. "Please tell me you have lube." I
reached under my pillow and pulled out a tube. "So you were
expecting to get lucky tonight?"

     "Oh yeah." I had been planning on getting lucky with David,
but I wasn't going to say that and risk ruining the mood.

     "Planning on getting lucky with David, huh? Trust me he's
straight, but if it makes you feel better, I was planning on
getting lucky with him tonight too."

     "You were?"

     "No, we're well past that point in our relationship. I just
thought it would turn you on to think about it. Does it?"

     Any story with David in it turned me on. "Why don't you look
for yourself?"

     "If it's alright with you, I like to feel my way around."
Doug moved his hand behind his back and found my dick and
squeezed it. "I think I can ride to town on this," he commented.

     He grabbed the lube and started putting it on my right hand
then he took my middle finger and put it at the entrance of his
ass. I fingered him for a few minutes. He was pretty loose and I
wondered who he had been messing around with and I felt an
inkling of jealousy when I thought it might have been David who
had stretched Doug so thoroughly. After a few minutes, Doug put
the condom on my dick and started sitting down on it. He took it
slowly, like he'd done with the blowjob, until I was all the way
inside him. He contracted his insides and moved around in a way I
had never felt before, all while rocking back and forth on my
dick. He rode me to new levels of pleasure and then carefully
brought me back down.

     He kissed my neck then whispered in my ear, "You can't cum
yet."

     He moved off of me and told me to get on my knees and sit
back. When he finally got me in the right position, he turned his
back to me and spread his knees really far apart then he moved
back so he was over my legs. His hand aimed by dick for the place
where he wanted it and I held my breath as he sat down slowly. He
started bouncing up and down at a leisurely pace. I put my arms
around him and pulled him closer to me so I could nip at his neck
with my teeth and tongue. I let my left hand caress his chest and
abs as I started forcing him to pick up the pace.

     I thought I saw something move from the side of my eye so I
glanced over and caught our reflections in the mirror. Watching
Doug moving on top of me, made me want to fuck him harder. I
pushed him forward so he was on all fours and I grabbed his hips
and pounded his ass while he acted like a porn star. Doug started
jacking himself and his words became incoherent. He went from
"Fuck, oh fuck, oooh fuck" to "mmph, uh, uh, mmph, mmph, mmph."

     I didn't expect him to cum as hard as he did, but man did I
appreciate it. When he started cumming, his ass clamped down on
my dick like a cave in and forced me to cum too. When I was done
cumming, I rolled to the side and stretched out.

     I closed my eyes and exclaimed, "Oh, my fucking God!"

     Doug gave me a quick peck on my lips. "Fucking God is right.
Wow!" I felt him lay down next to me but I kept my eyes closed
and absorbed the freshness of the moment, and the distinct smell
of cum. When I finally opened my eyes, Doug was on his side, with
his head propped up and his eyes on me. "I take it you enjoyed
your first ride on the Douglas Express."

     "Oh yeah."

     "That's because I have a hot ass." He giggled.

     "You got an ass I'd like to fuck" I paused, "again."

     "No time like the present." He leaned in and kissed me but I
didn't have the strength to keep up with him so I gently pushed
him away.

     "I'm spent. You have to give me a minute to recuperate."

     He put his lips against my ear and said, "I have to warn
you, I'm even better the second time around."

     My body quivered. I reached for him and pulled him in to the
most sensual kiss my tongue was capable of delivering. For an
instant, I wanted to shove my tongue so deep in his mouth that it
got lost inside him but I settled for giving him some of my
saliva instead.

     We had sex once more that night. Doug was right; he was even
better the second time. The next morning, Doug got up, put on his
clothes, kissed me goodbye, and left. He wasn't even out the door
good before I started thinking of ways to get him alone again.

     I had dinner with David and Doug later that day. My eyes
still stared at David, but my mind was picturing Doug in various
positions on my bed. David talked us to death about his ex-
girlfriend. He was upset with himself for sleeping with her, but
I couldn't tell him it was a mistake because if he hadn't left
with her, I probably wouldn't have been with Doug. Doug, however,
had no problems telling David what an idiot he was to go back
down that road and even teased, "You had two hot guys ready and
willing to get you off but you left with a floozy. Were you
really that hard up for pussy?"

     David half laughed and said, "Yeah I was. You know I went
without it all summer." He shook his head. "I must have been
pretty damn desperate to leave with Alegra."

     "Or pretty damn drunk." Doug remarked.

     "Or both," I added.

     David laughed at himself. "Gentlemen, let this be a lesson
to you both: Don't lead with your penis because you may stick it
somewhere you regret."

     Doug couldn't resist. "Like in Alegra's mouth, between
Alegra's breasts, up Alegra's pussy, in Alegra's ass and then
finishing by shoving it down her throat?"

     I covered my ears and said, "Gay man over here. My ears
can't take that kind of language."

     Doug reached across the table and pulled one of my hands
away. "It's safe to listen. I'm done with the gory details."

     Over the next few months, the three of us became good
friends and Doug and I fooled around whenever we could but David
was still the one I wanted. I was so focused on getting David
that I didn't notice the small changes happening around me until
they gathered together and slapped me upside my head.

     I went to the gym with David and Doug one afternoon and
watched them play a game of pick up basketball. When they were
done, they both were sweaty but as they walked towards me, I
found myself staring at Doug and resisting the urge to run over
to him and lick the sweat from his body one tiny drop at a time.
I was so focused on Doug that I didn't notice when they stopped
in front of me, until Doug opened his mouth, "Why are you looking
at me like that?"

     "Like what?" I asked.

     "Like he's a bottle of cold water and you haven't had
anything to drink in a long time," David replied.

     "Was I really looking at him like that?"

     David gave me an `are you serious' look and said, "You've
been looking at him like that for a while, but if its any
consolation, he gives you that same dumb look whenever you guys
are talking. You two should just make it official already."

     "But"

     He lowered his voice some. "But nothing!" He held out his
hand and started counting off fingers, "You've been screwing
around for months, the sex is good, you're good friends, you're
both apparently over me and completely in to each other and might
I add, so obviously in love that sometimes its sickening to
watch," he looked at both of us, "why don't you two idiots just
call it what it is? Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go freshen
up for my lady."

     David walked away. Doug and I stared at each other then I
said, "So,"

     "So?"

     "So I only like straight guys."

     Doug shrugged his shoulders. "That works for me. I only like
gay guys who like straight guys."

     "But what if I start liking another gay guy, who's, I don't
know about your height, your weight, has your eyes, your lips,
and your insatiable appetite for sex and then that guy steals my
heart without me even knowing it?"

     "Well I'm sure if that ever happens, the guy will keep your
heart safe because you've probably had his heart from the moment
he saw you but he didn't have the guts to tell you."

     "He didn't have the guts to tell me what?"

     "That he's hopelessly in love with you. You big dummy."

     I pulled him to me and hugged him in front of anyone who
might be looking. "I love you, too," I whispered as I kissed him
tenderly on his lip. "Now let's get out of here so I can take you
back to my place and take advantage of you."

     Doug and I easily slipped in to a committed relationship. I
often teased him that he was lucky David didn't want me, but
whenever I looked in to Doug's eyes, I knew I was the lucky one.
Being with Doug made me feel like I had won a grand prize without
knowing my name was even in the drawing.

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