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Dan, The Man Part I
"Dan, The Man"
By Joey E

TV Production II class. That's where I first got to talk to him. I had seen him before many times (we had another class together two years ago, but never talked). He was every bit of good looking as he was then. 5' 11", about 170lbs, the cutest damn face, brown short hair, and blue eyes that pierced. I was thoroughly taken away the first time I saw him. Even the name-Dan-turned me on when I heard it.

Well, getting back to TV class, I walked in, and saw various friends of mine, and then he walked in. He knew people as well, but didn't talk to me. Oh, well, so much for him, I thought. After a few weeks however, we started working in the studio and going through ENG training together. It turns out we were assigned to the same crew, and would be working together on the first ENG shoot of the semester. I on camera and he being the technician.

Let me tell you about me, while I'm at it. I'm 23, 5'4", short blond hair, blue eyed and my body is toned, but not built. About a 29" waist, and 115lbs. A cute body if I did say so myself. Anyway, we packed up the gear and started off to the NFL Films, where our shooting was going to take place. We had various conversation with the other two people in the car, talking about what year we were (he was a senior, like me), he was 22 (nice age), and was graduating in December of that year (like me). We shot for about four hours, and he and I seemed to work well together. He had complete confidence in me on camera for some reason, which I thought I was going to mess it up. But, he always seemed to think I knew what I was doing, and I KNEW he knew what he was doing.

Gays are supposed to have this thing called "gaydar" right? Well, from day one, I don't think my gayadar has been too reliable, being that it only seems to go off with guys I wish that were gay, and not necessarily guys who actually were. Let me tell you, I was certainly getting vibes from him that day.

"Hey Joe," he said. "Did you put the camera away?"

"Yeah, I did, I put the batteries away, too," I replied.

"Good. I think we had one helluva shoot today," he said. "You did a great job on camera."

I thought to myself, I wouldn't mind doing a great job on you, as I looked him over. Suddenly, I realized when I met his eyes again, he noticed me looking him over.

I needed to escape now.

"Well, if we're all done here cleaning up, " I stumbled over the words, "then I guess our work is done."

"Yeah, I guess it is. But, I was thinking about picking up a bite to eat in the cafeteria. Care to join me?" Dan asked.

My heart jumped for joy. He actually was asking me to do something with him. I mean it's not do you want to go out with me, but it's certainly a step in the right direction.

"Sure," I replied, hoping not to sound too anxious and eager.

So, there we went, and we talked more about our lives, the fact that I had changed my major three times was one of the many topics. We just seemed to hit it off very well. I enjoyed making him laugh, and he certainly enjoyed making me laugh, if not blush. Through the entire time, I tried to notice who he looked at in the cafeteria (being that the cafeteria is a great place to check out people, chicks and guys). And I was greeted with another sign, since he didn't look at a knock-out chick who my roommates always oogle over. But, then again, he might just not be as desperate and horny as my other roommates are.

I was throughly happy with my newly made friendship with Dan. We hung out in TV class together, worked together on various shoots, usually bitching about the producer or director. I was also throughly frustrated about Dan too, being I didn't know even if I had a chance with him at all. He gave me mixed signals. Like the way he listened to me when I talked, the way that he made me laugh, the way that I made him laugh, the little things he would say that would either through me off guard or make me believe he was straight.

So, after a few weeks of these guessing games, needless to say, I was sick of guessing games. We had just finished a very intense shoot, and we both agreed that we needed to go out to bar and get drunk. We discussed about rides and shit.

"Well, we don't need to drive, Dan. There's a bar right down the street. Why don't you park your car in my apartment complex's parking lot. We can walk to the bar, and then if you're too drunk to drive home tonight, you can stay at my place".

As much as that sounded like a friendly thing to do, there were evil motives behind that as well. Sure, I was concerned about his safety. However, I was also concerned about my own sexual well-being.

"Yeah that sounds good, you have a couch I can crash on, right?" he asked, smiling with that killer smile.

"Sure, you're always welcome to it, man," I said, grabbing my apartment key and walking out the door with him.

We got to the bar, and started drinking and bitching about the shoot. I am a lightweight so, it didn't take me long to start feeling that buzz feeling. And he knew it too, for some reason.

"Dude, are you on your way out to outer space?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh yeah, man, I am" I answered with a shit-eating grin on my face.

"Dude, you only had like one screwdriver."

"Yeah, that would explain it," I said, setting my drink down back on the bar as an indication to the bartender that I wanted another. "I'm a lightweight, man. I can barely handle two. But I'm stressed out tonight, and I intend to get shitfaced!"

Dan smiled at that and said, "More power to you" He raised his glass up to me and I grabbed my newly refilled screwdriver and we clinked glasses together.

So now with at least one drink in me, I decided to get more inquisitive. I knew what I was doing, I always know what I'm doing when I'm drunk. People say that's bullshit sometimes, but I believe I'm always in control. If I wasn't, I would've been out three years ago!

"So, Dan, you with anyone?"

"Nah, dude. I'm single. How about you?"

"Same. I like being single," I lied. "A lot less baggage and a lot less bitching too, if you know what I mean?"

"I definitely hear you on that one," he said. By this time, if he hadn't noticed I was checking him out all evening, he was blind. There was simply no other way to put it. By this point, I was really feeling the alcohol.

"I mean, sure, hell yeah, I get horny sometimes, and that's what one-nighters are for," I said, pulling out a cigarette out of the pack in front of me on the bar.

He laughed along with me, and said, "Man, you're fucked up!"

"Yeah, I know, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Keeps life exciting don't it?" He said, lighting up a butt as well. He really did look good tonight. With his cap on, and his button down shirt, it took all my power not to go over to him and just hug him. I took a swig of my screwdriver.

"I really was impressed at your music you composed for the show," he said, looking straight into my eyes.

"Really? Thanks, man." I had played the theme music for the show, earlier that day during class for the whole class to hear.

"How did you do it?"

"Oh, I have two keyboards back in the apartment hooked up to a Macintosh. Maybe when we get back, if we're not too gone, I can show you some stuff I did," I said.

"Sure, dude. I'd love to hear it," he said, ordering another beer from the bartender.

So, we just talked more, never running out of things to say. A good sign. What the hell was I thinking? Pretty soon, 11PM rolled around, and I was trashed off my ass, and it looked like Dan was pretty wasted as well.

"Well, what do you say we bust on out of here?" He asked.

I smiled at the thoughts that were going through my head. "Sure, let's roll!"

We stumbled back to my apartment. A couple of times, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, for support, even though I really didn't need it. He held on to me as well. It was turning me on, and I didn't know what to do. I was wearing lose fitting dockers that night, and prayed that it wouldn't show.

My roommate Roland was there in the living room, watching the Simpsons (a ritual at my apartment for some reason. "Hey," he said as we entered the room.

"Dan, this is my roommate Ro. Ro, this Dan," I said.

They shook hands. Ro gave me the look of "is he another lay?". My roommate knew about me, and thus made it easier to live with him. Too bad he wasn't gay. He was pretty cute himself when he cleaned up. About 5'11", 155lbs, smooth body, broad shoulders, and toned. Strawberry blonde curly hair, and cute face. I shot back a look at Ro that said, NO!

"Do you mind if he crashes here tonight?" I asked Ro, sitting down next to him on the couch. Dan sat on the other couch.

"No, no problem, man" he said.

"Cool. Hey Dan, you wanna see my keyboard setup?" I asked, remember he wanted to see it and hear some of my music. (I am always willing to show that side of me off).

"Sure, dude." I got up, and he followed me into my bedroom where I kept the Mac and the keyboards.

"So, what kind of music do you like?" I asked, turning on the computer and keyboards.

"All kinds. Pop, Rock, Techno, R&B, almost everything except heavy metal or Rap."

"We'd get along just fine then," I said.

"Fine in which way?" he asked, looking straight into my eyes again. I froze. I tried to look away, but I couldn't get my eyes to move.

"In-a-a-a mu-mu-sical sense," I stuttered, as I broke away and loaded up a piece that I arranged.

"Oh," he said, turning away from me, and looking down at the keyboard. "What songs you got on there?"

I was sweating by now, and visibly shaking. "Uh, oh, uh, well, here's one that you'll probably recognize. But, I think you'll like what I did with it." I played him Real McCoy's Another Night, which I had copied note for note. But, what was neat was that I had added Always CocaCola song, a hymn (Father, I Adore You), Barbie Girl, and a separate brass part and combined it all in the end. He laughed every time he heard something new.

"Yo, that is fuckin' awesome, man" he said. "You're in the wrong major. You should be going into music!"

"Been there, tried that," I laughed. "One of my four majors during my college careers. Music is my hobby, and that's all it is."

"But you're good! You should really get into that!"

"Yeah, I intend to someday. I want to write my own Broadway musical sometime," I said, pulling up another Performer file. "You wanna hear something I composed?"

"Sure, he said, moving up behind me, watching what was happening on the computer screen. I knew he was moving up behind me, I could smell his faint scent of cologne. Draakar, I knew that scent anywhere. I wore the same stuff. :) I nearly fainted. But regained my composure.

"Okay, this is one of my latest, and also one of my favorites," I said, before I started it. I looked up at him to see his reaction. It was nothing short of amazement.

"Dude, promise me something," he said when it was finished. "When I make my first film, you'll compose the score for me."

"Okay, it's a deal!" I said, happy he liked my music.

Well, since I wasn't losing him at all, I pulled up another file. This one was inspired by my ex's parents not being able to deal with his preference, and was, for me at least, a very emotionally-charged one. I didn't explain to him what it was about however. Throughout the whole piece, he was right behind me, standing, watching over me I guess . I was too afraid to look up.

"Woah. Man, that was incredible," He said. I looked up at him. He had this amazed looked on his cute face. "Where did that come from?"

"Well, actually, it is one of the few songs that was actually inspired by emotions I had. Usually I compose just for the hell of it, but sometimes, and these are the ones that I think are some of the best, I can put how I'm feeling into music. But then again, I composed my absolute favorite without any feeling at all." I explained.

"That's awesome, Joe. Can I ask what inspired it?"

Well, here it goes, now or never. I said, looking at him, "Sure. My friend's parents had just found out that he was gay. I knew it before they did. But, his parents, couldn't accept him for what he was, and it was very hard on him. So from the things he told me, I just imagined what it would be like, and this song is telling the parents that he is exactly the same as before. Nothing has changed. I even have words to it."

"That's totally cool, man. Now that you mention it, I think I can feel that in the song."

"Really?" I was totally supposed by his answer. And was wondering if it was really true that he could get that from the song.

"Yeah, dude. That's awesome," he said. "Wish I could whip up something like that."

So, in effect, I had found out that he was at least not offended about gays, and that was a good sign that I could at least tell him I was. I like to test people before I come out to them. You know, give them a scenario and see how they react to it. And if they react poorly, then I don't tell them usually.

"Yeah, he's gone through a lot," I said, not even thinking about what I was saying. (I was still half-intoxicated).

"Yeah, I can imagine," Dan said, leaning down on his left knee next to me. I looked over into his eyes.

I swallowed hard, and asked in a low voice, "Can you?"

"Yeah, I can," he said, not batting an eye, looking straight into my eyes. Damn, he was so damn cute. We just looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't know what to do. Was he hitting on me?

"And I'll bet you know what it's like, too," he said, even softer and lower.

I froze. He knew. He had to. I just sat there with a shocked look on my face. I couldn't move, I couldn't talk.

"Don't you?" he asked, as he slowly lifted his hand up and placed it on my leg.

"Uhh....." was all I could muster up.

"Don't you?" he asked, practically whispering.

His face broke into a grin. A grin I couldn't resist. "Com' on, man, I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me."

I didn't know what to say. He gradually raised himself up to the same level as me, and slowly leaned towards me. I sighed, heavily. And leaned in to meet him halfway. Our lips touched, his lips were so soft, and so kissable. I closed my eyes as we kissed. And then I backed away.

"Dan..." I started.


"What are you doing?" I asked, grinning.

"Just living out a fantasy I had for a long time now."

"What?" I asked.

"Dude, I've always liked you, ever since I saw you about two years ago in class," he said.

"So, you did notice me back then!" I said, happy.

"Yep. I noticed you every time we had class. I remember you were playing the piano on the desk whenever that class was boring. I was wondering what you were playing. But, anyway I take it you noticed me too," he said, leaning in for another kiss.

This one was more passionate. I could feel his mouth open up, and his tongue trying to pry my lips open. I opened up willingly, and our tongues were moving all over each other's mouths. It was the most passionate kiss I ever gave and received.

Just then, my roommate busted into our room. Dan backed away immediately, as did I. My roommate had the face of shock. He had seen me kissing another guy before, but I don't think he was ready for this. Neither was I.

"Oops, man, sorry. I just needed to get my book," he said.

Dan got up on his feet immediately, and looked away. I couldn't blame him. Since I had never heard anything about Dan being part of "the family" before, I assumed he must've been still in the closet, as I was (well, at least partly).

Ro looked at me, and I looked at him back. "So, dude, I guess I should stay out of here for awhile."

"Well, I don't think that'll be necessary," I said, looking back at the computer and closing down the program. "I think you ruined the mood very well."

Z Dan was still standing, staring off into space out the bedroom window. I could tell he was dealing with his thoughts in his mind.

"Well I'll leave anyway," Roland said as he shut the bedroom door behind him. I knew that I would be fearing the next words out of Dan's mouth.

"So, I take it your roommate knows," he said, after a long moment of silence, still looking out the window. He looked so damn cute, even now in pain.

"Yeah, he knows. He's known for about two years now," I replied, looking up at him from my desk. "I told him when I was going out with my first boyfriend. I didn't want him doing exactly what he just did and getting the surprise of his life, if you know what I mean?"

Dan sighed heavily. "Yeah, dude, I know what you mean. And he's cool with it?" He asked, looking at me for the first time.

"Yep. Didn't even give it a second thought. Actually, when I told him, he thought I was kidding. I'll tell the whole story sometime. But, he's a great roommate and a great friend."

"That is so awesome."

I now had some lingering questions that I had to find the answers to that minute. "So, Dan, are you gay, bi, or curious?"

"Uh, well, I would assume that I was gay."

"Does anyone know about you?" I asked, getting up and walking over to him next to the window.

"Well, aside from the people I fooled around with and my best friend, not really," He answered, looking down at the floor. "What about you? Are you gay?"

I sighed, "Yeah, I'm gay. And I'm out to my family and a few close friends."

"Really? I would've never guessed that, you, Joe, the Man, was gay."

"Yeah, I would've never guessed that you were either, Dan."

"Well, now you know," he said, moving towards my bed. I kinda liked where this was going.

"Well, are you going to join me?" he asked, sitting down on my bed.

I looked at him for a long time, looked him up and down.

"What?" He finally asked.

"Nothin', dude. Just admiring your body," I said as I moved over to the bed, next to him. I put his hand in mine and sat down next to him. For some reason, though, I didn't want to sleep with him that night. I mean, I've slept with other guys and never got off to the right start on a first date before. I wanted this one to work, to be different than the other guys I've dated.

"Look, Dan. I know we know each other fairly well. And I know that I at least can hardly resist you. And I don't want you to take offense to what I'm going to say. But I want this to work, or at least start out right. I mean, I've been dreaming about the day I'd get you in my bed. But, now that it's here, I don't want it to end. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, man, I do. You want to take this slowly, which I can perfectly understand and agree with you. I'd really like to take you on your bed now, and just go wild all over your hot body. But, I respect your wishes and I sort of would like the same."

"Wow, you do?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I do. I like you a lot, Joe. You're one in a million. And to tell you the truth, I'd like our first time to be just right, and more importantly, sober." I grinned on that remark.

"Yeah, that would be nice. So, why don't we just stop while we're ahead for tonight?"

"I agree with that. But I'd like to kiss you more," He said.

"Well, what's stopping you?" I asked, leaning into him and closing my eyes.

He met my lips and we started to kiss. I sort of pushed him down as we kissed, and was now on top of him, chest on chest, and so forth....By now, I could feel a bulge in his pants as I grinded my bulge (which had been up for quite some time) into his.

It was really getting hot, to the point where if he really wanted to go further, I would've let him. But he stopped just in the nick of time.

"Let's cool down, man before we do anything we might regret," he said, pushing me up off of him.

I tried not to give a look of disappointment, but he saw it anyway. "Don't worry, babe, they'll be plenty of time for that later. But, can you blame me? I really don't want to do stuff I've never done before with your roommate right in the next room."

"Yeah, I can understand you perfectly," I replied, getting off my bed. I tried to conceal my hard cock by pulling out my shirt over it. Dan immediately noticed and laughed, as he sat up and got up from my bed too.

I looked at his pants, which I could tell were a bit strained in THAT area, and he blushed. It was my turn to giggle.

I looked over at my radio clock, which said midnight, and I knew my roommate wanted to go to bed soon, being that he always did on a Thursday night. (Those damn 8AM classes).

"Well, I hate to break this up, but my roommate's gonna want to go to bed soon," I said to him.

"Okay, well, do you wanna catch a smoke?" He asked, as he walked to the door.

"Sure, we can smoke on the balcony. Let me get my jacket," I said.

We went outside, I lit his cigarette for him, and then lit mine. There was silence between us, not exactly an awkward one. More of a trying to take what just happened in. I spoke up first.

"So, Dan, where do we go from here?"

"I don't know," He said, after he exhaled a puff of smoke. "I have had a boyfriend before. But never anyone on campus."

"Yeah, me too. I've had three before. None of them really turned out well," I said, taking a drag. "But somehow I think with you, it could be different," I said, smiling, looking right into his eyes.

"Yeah, me too," he said, blushing and grinning.

So, we talked more about it, and finally came to the conclusion that we would try it out. We made plans for after TV class tomorrow to go out on a date and see where it took us. Of course, during TV class, that was an experience in itself.

"Hey, it's Joe, the Man," said Dan as I walked in to the hi-tech TV Classroom. He always called me Joe-The-Man. I grinned and blushed at the same time, as I sat down next to him. "Yeah, it's me," I said, grinning at him. Other people said Hi to me, as well, I said Hi back, but didn't pay much attention to them.

"Guess what, dude? Trisha wants us to go on a shoot with her today, during class. She just needs to tape her stand-up."

"Aww....man, I thought we were done with this shit," I said, complaining, knowing that I would be doing camera again. "Well, I might as well go set up the camera."

"Yeah, I'll help you," he said as we both got up and went to the storage equipment closet. Yeah, I thought to myself, I'm sure you will.

He followed me into the equipment closet, and suddenly I felt this hand sort of grab my ass. I gasped a small gasp, but didn't turn around. I thought if he want's to play, let him play. He continued to feel my ass, and then pulled me into him, so that my back was against his chest. He gave me a big hug, and I enjoyed every second of it. We heard the door open, which abruptly made us split.

We got together the equipment, and exchanged glances throughout the whole class. Our eyes said it all. His eyes gave the look of I wish I could touch you, hold you, kiss you right now. I'm sure my eyes said the same thing right back at him.

:Unfortunately, we had to go on the shoot. "You got everything Dan?" I asked him, picking up the camera on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I got everything," Dan answered, holding the VTR and the camera cable. "Everything but you," he whispered into my ear, as I moved out of the classroom.

"Well, in a way you don't," I said softly,"but, believe me, babe, you got me, at least for now." He smiled at that. He had such a cute freakin' face. I wanted to kiss it right then and there.

So, we went on the shoot. The producer was unorganized as usual, but it went well. It only took about a half an hour to complete. By the time we were done, however, the class had been over. We came back to the TV classroom and gather up our stuff and headed out the door. My friend, Amanda, came up to me.

"Hey, Joe, what are you doing right now?" she asked. Amanda was a sweet person, that everyone liked because is was just impossible not to like her. She had a winning personality, she looked good, and acted kind to anybody.

I immediately looked at Dan, who was walking beside me. He gave me a look of distress. I'm sure that's what my face looked like too. "Uh, well, I'm sort of busy. Why?" I asked.

"Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out to eat dinner?" she asked. "It's no big deal. If you're busy tonight, we can always do it some other time," she said, with no disappointment in her voice.

"Cool, I'd like that," I said, honestly. Amanda and I had gotten close over the two years we were together in various classes. If I were straight, I would definitely ask her out. But unfortunately, she has a boyfriend.

"What about you, Dan?" she asked. I didn't even look up at Dan, so she wouldn't catch on to our plan.

"Would love to, but I can't. I've got so much shit to do, it's not even funny." he replied cooly to her. He was so smooth.

"Well, okay, well, we'll all have to do dinner sometime," she said. "I'll see you later."

We kept walking to my car (yes, I drive to classes sometimes because I'm running late. It saves me about 5 minutes of time). Once we were in my car, we both sighed a breath of relief. We had made it through the class, with no hitches at all. We were safe. Then, I don't know what happened. Dan held out his hand, and I took it. We were still in the parking lot. I looked deep into those blue eyes of his and saw the intensity behind the stare. I probably had the same look on my face, and before I knew it and without warning, his face came towards me. I met him halfway, and we kissed. Man, did we kiss. It was the most passionate kiss I had gotten from him yet. And that's not very easy to do with an emergency brake handle in the middle of you and the automatic shoulder belts trying to restrain you to your own side. (At that moment I wish I still had the car with a bench seat). I could feel his tongue invading my mouth, pushing forcefully, and I met his. We played tag with our tongues, breathing heavily, hands wandering on each other's upper body, and then after a good minute, we both pulled away.

I immediately froze. I couldn't believe what I had just done. We looked at each other with the same look of a deer stuck out in front of headlights. We both realized that we had just kissed in the parking lot, with students and faculty walking by. And to top that off, the college radio station, the one that I worked in, was right to the right of us. I didn't look out. I was too scared. We both blushed.

"SHIT!" Dan shouted. "What the hell was I thinking?"

"I don't know, man, I don't know. Shit, what the fuck do we do now?" I asked, not wanted to look out to see who was staring at us.

"Start the fuckin' car, and get moving!"

"Oh, yeah," I replied, starting the car, knowing I'd have to look out the windows to back up and get out of the parking lot. "Damn, man, I don't want to look up!"

"Do it, and don't tell me who's there," he said, still looking down at the floor.

I started and turned around, backing out. Looking forward, instinctively, I saw a station member, a few friends from TV class, and our station manager outside, looking directly at the car.

"Shit, man," I said, as I floored it and made my way to the parking gate. I impatiently waited for the gate to go up, almost taking it off with the antenna to the car and got out of there as soon as possible. We rode back basically in silence.

"Let's go to my apartment and cool off a little. I got some beer and some vodka if you want any," I said, as I drove down the highway that went through the campus.

"Are you hungry at all now? " Dan asked.

"Not really, I just sort of seemed to lose my appetite. How about you?"

"I agree. And I'll take you up on that vodka."

"I thought you liked beer."

"Beer ain't strong enough tonight, dude," Dan said.

We pulled up to the apartment, both of noticing one of our friends who lived close by as we got out of the car.

"Hey, Joe, hey Dan," he said.

"Hey, Mike," was all I could say and waved. Dan said nothing, as I opened the door to the apartment. We ran up the steps and closed the door behind us. My other roommate Kevin was there, and looked at us, surprised. Kev was a sophomore at the college. He was 6', a skinny 150lbs, real red hair, blue eyes, not really cute, but not ugly.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doing? You sounded like a heard of elephants!" he exclaimed, watching MTV's Road Rules.

"Forget it, man. Do we still have that vodka?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's in the freezer. There's about half of liter left."

I turned to Dan and asked, "Do you think that's enough for you?"

Dan grinned, "I don't know, but I'm sure you won't take more than three shots."

"Oh, yeah, and there's some Everclear too," Kev said.

"Everclear?" I asked, shocked. "Who the fuck bought Everclear?"

Kev had a smirk on his face. I didn't ask anymore.

So, I poured about a quarter cup of vodka in a glass, and Dan did the same. We didn't need to explain why we were doing it, we could tell just by looking at each other. I was still shaking, and Dan's face was still red.

"Dude, I need a smoke," he said, taking out his cigs.

"That sounds like a great idea," Kevin said, as he got up off the couch and opened the back door to the balcony.

I took a quick swig of the vodka, downed the whole thing, and slammed the glass on the counter. Kev and Dan watched the whole scene, wide-eyed.

"Joe, what the fuck are you doing? You look tense," Kev said, as he walked out the door. Dan took a big gulp of his, and headed out the door behind Kev. I followed, of course, watching his tight ass...Kev pulled out his lighter, lighting all three cigarettes.

Well, we both told the little story of the long kiss in the parking lot. Kevin's face was in complete shock. His blue eyes were wide open, as was his mouth. He couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, I'm afraid it was sort of my fault, too," Dan said, looking down, then taking the rest of his vodka.

"No, man, it was both of ours," I said, putting my arm around Dan. Kev looked surprised.

"Oh, by the way, Kev, this is Dan, my boyfriend. Dan this is Kev, my straight roommate." They both shook hands. After that, there was a brief silence. I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, compounded by the cigarette. I closed my eyes, and leaned against the wall and sighed.

"Well, dude, I'm here for you, man. Whatever happens, I'll be there," Kev said, putting his arm around me. Kev knew about me a few days after he moved into the suite a year ago, when he was a freshman in my dorm. I tested him, and he passed.

"Thanks, man," I said, looking up at Dan. "Kev's a cool guy. He's always praising me when I get some. He covers up for me, especially to his frat brothers. They think I get some every night!" I laughed. Dan seemed to shutter at this remark. I knew why.

"But, now that I have you," I continued, " I intend on getting a lot, but from the same person." I went over and put my arm around his waist, and kissed him.

"Uh, Joe," Dan said, looking towards Kevin, who had turned away.

"Yeah, uh, Joe?" said Kev.

"Sorry, man. I couldn't resist. I'll behave."

"Ah, that's okay. Just takes a little time to get used to, man," Kev said.

I took another sip of the vodka, finishing it. "Man you drank that Vodka fast, dude, you're gonna be fucked up!" Kev said, laughing.

"I know," I said, smiling.

"Man, Dan, you should see this guy fucked up. He's a sight for sore eyes. Give this kid two drinks, and he'll be on his ass in less than 15 minutes."

Dan smiled at the thought of me, drunk off my ass. "Ah, I already got a preview of it the first night we actually hung out together. I can't wait to see this," he said, taking a sip from his glass.

Pretty soon, we were in a pretty good conversation, talking about music, movies, TV class, and bitching about the university as usual. All was going well, until I felt a little wavy and started swaying in the breeze. I let out a giggle, as I was grinning at Dan.

"Uh oh, man, when he starts to giggle, you better look out. Joe...uh....Joe," Kev said to me, grabbing my arm. "Com 'on Joe, move away from the railing."

I don't' know what came over me, but I tore away from Kevin and jumped up on the bottom rail and put my hands up in the air and yelled out, "Wheeeee!!"

"Okay, now, he's really fucked up!"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," I said, turning around at Kev. "Not even you can spoil my mood this evening. I'm so glad I met you, Dan," I said, walking over to him, and kissing him on the cheek. I didn't expect anything in return, because I would feel funny if my boyfriend's roommate was right there. But, surprisingly, Dan kissed me on the cheek back.

"I am glad I met you, too, Joe. You make me so happy, man," he said, grinning, looking into my eyes. We just locked eyes and stayed there for what seemed to be forever.

"Okay, you guys, snap out of it," Kev said, putting out his cigarette. "I'm going inside, and I recommend you do it too if you don't want to be caught again."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, not taking my eyes off of Dan. He looked so cute, with his brown curly hair, and his blue eyes shining. They also seemed to have a look of desire to them tonight. The alcohol was in full swing by now, and I made a motion for him to come back in the apartment when I was in the doorway and we stopped in the doorway and kissed passionately. Kev made noises of disgust.

"Will you guys get a room?" He asked. "If I wanted to watch two guys make out, I would watch Joe's porn tape. Lord knows, he has plenty of them."

I tore away from the kiss, and gave Kev the stare. "Shut the fuck up man," I slurred.

Dan looked at me with a surprised look. "You have porn?"

I turned red, grinned, and said, "Of course."

"Yeah, he watches it every morning, and beats off right here on the couch. Yeah, for the longest time, Roland and I have been wondering if he shoots it on himself." Kev continued. I shot him another look. Dan just laughed. Then I felt daring.

"Kev, you better shut up or else I'm gonna rape you." He knew what I meant by that.

"Ah, fuck you, you're too drunk to even get it up."

That did it! I ran over the best I could to where Kev was, grabbed his legs, pulled them around my hips and started thrusting into his butt. We were fully clothed of course. I looked at Dan while I was doing it. He looked confused, surprised, a little jealous, but laughed finally.

"Fuckin' Homo!!" Kev yelled, between his laughs. "Get the hell off me!"

After I thought he had enough, I let him go and just collapsed right on the floor in front of him. I lifted up my hand to Dan, hoping he would take it and help me off the floor. However, I soon found out that Dan was in a playful mood.

"I'm not helping you up, dude,. You're at the perfect height for you to blow me. And that's what I've been dying for today," he said, grabbing his crotch through his pants. Kev screamed.

"Oh really?" I asked, grabbing his bulge with a huge grin on my face.

"Yeah, man. I'm gonna whip it out right here, right now," He said, in a low, sexy voice. Kev let out another yelp. Secretly I wish he was serious about what he was saying, but I knew he was just putting on a show for Kev to see his tolerance level.

"COOL!" I yelled, as I began unbuttoning his pants. Dan grabbed my hand, and I tried not to look hurt when he did that. But somehow, it did hurt me.

"Didn't mean to excite you that much, man. You know what we talked about," he said, holding my chin is his hand, looking directly into my eyes. I couldn't stay mad at that face. I grinned.

"Of course, babe."

"Good, because...woah, babe, you just fell of the couch. Here take my hand!"

I was just laughing my ass off, for no apparent reason except the alcohol that was in my blood.

"Dude you're fucked up," he said, laughing along with me. He picked up his glass and took another swig.

"Yeah, you just figured that out?" asked Kev, laughing too.

"No, I knew he was always a little cuckoo, but I didn't know he was this off base!"

"Oh, stick around, it gets better, man. I gotta leave, though. Got a fuckin' 5:00 class!" Kev said, walking out the front door.

I stopped laughing in an instant, looking at Dan's face. He looked so damn cute. I can't tell you that enough.

"Dan, did anyone tell you you have the cutest face, man?"

"Yeah, you did. But don't hesitate to tell me that again!" he said, leaning in for a kiss. I saw this and closed my eyes in anticipation. I felt his soft, moist lips on mine, and leaned into it more. I felt his tongue trying to break through, but I decided to be a little difficult. He sensed this and put more force into it. I finally let him break through, and we kissed for about minute straight. In that time, I had made it back up on the couch, he had laid down on the couch, and I had made my way on top of him. I could feel his hard cock pressing into mine as we grinded. He let out a small moan, as we kissed and grinded harder.

By this time, the alcohol had had it's effect on both of us. We were no longer in control of our emotions. I was shocked when he forced his way out from under me, ripped off my t-shirt, and took off his, in what seemed to be one motion. He then took me by further surprise and pushed me down on my back and got on top of me. I looked up and saw his chest for the first time. I wasn't expecting much, I sort of figured it was going to be hairy, but I was wrong. He had this absolutely smooth chest! I was impressed to say the least (I have a weakness for smooth chests). I sighed.

"Man, you've got a nice chest," Dan said, looking and touching my chest.

"I was just thinking the same exact thing about you," I said, feeling his pecs.

"Dude, you're so fuckin' hot," said Dan, leaning back down on me, kissing my neck, licking me softly. He then started licking and sucking on my ear, which turns me on to no end. He noticed this, and went at it even more. And when he was done with that ear, he went to the other.

By now, I was so turned on, I didn't care. I had to have him. I just had to. I grabbed his neck and started kissing his neck. I moved from his neck to his face, and we kissed passionately. I used force and turned us over, so that I was on top. (Which was no easy task).

I gently kissed my way down to his chest, and licked my way over to one of his nipples. I teased it with my tongue, which seemed to turn on Dan even more, if I judged his level by his moaning and breathing. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it, which caused Dan to jump. I had found one of his spots.

Dan pulled me up and he sat up. He grabbed my jeans, unzipped them, and i got up and slid them off. He pulled me over, and there I was, standing in front of him in just my boxers. He looked into my eyes, as he slowly rubbed my dick through my boxers. I looked right back at him, until I had to close my eyes in pleasure. It felt so good, like nothing ever before.

"Dan? Have you ever done this before?" I asked, sighing.

"Yeah, man, I have. Have you?" he asked, rubbing my balls.

"Yes," I managed to say.

He went back to my cock, reached into the fly, and pulled it out, exposing all of 6" of it. His eyes were focused on it, as he slowly moved his head down to lick the tip of it. I let out a gasp, as I felt his warm, moist tongue lick the tip of the head. He finally took it in his mouth after forever teasing me with his tongue.

"Aw, man..." I said, when he took it in. "Damn, that feels good." It indeed felt good, the moist mouth, no teeth at all. Dan really knew what he was doing. And I had no complaints. I found it hard to keep myself steady and standing. Dan sensed this, and motioned me to lay down on the couch. He got on top of me and kissed me, passionately. He licked his way down past my chest, my stomach, and then down to my cock again, which he took in greedily. At one point, I put my hand on the back of his head, and ran it through his head, as he sucked me. I couldn't help moaning, even though I'm sure I sounded stupid. I didn't care, it felt so fuckin' good! He worked on it for a long time. I had a hard time holding back, but somehow I did. (I think it was the alcohol that helped). But soon, I knew he had to stop. I pulled him off of me. And I motioned for him to lay down.

"You want me to suck you, don't you?" I asked, as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down.

"Oh, yesss..." he moaned.

"You want me to put it all in my mouth," I continued, as I slowly stroked his cock through is briefs. (Yep, he was a briefs man).

He lifted his head up off the couch, and looked at me. "Yeah, Joe. I want to feel your mouth on it. Take it all in."

I gently slipped my hand underneath the waistband and slowly rapped my hand around his cock. It was not very thick, but the length was about 7". I made a mental note to myself that it would be perfect for me to be fucked by....but I didn't say that out loud. I then pulled down his briefs, seeing his manhood for the first time. It was beautiful, if there is such a thing. I just stuck my face in his crotch, licking his balls with my tongue, then sucking on them, all while stroking his cock. He moaned out in pleasure.

"Com 'on, Joe, take it in your mouth," he said. "I want to feel your hot mouth around my cock."

So Dan the man was a hot talker during sex eh? I decided to play along with it.

"You want to feel my hot mouth around it? Feel it sliding all the way in down my throat while I play with your balls? You wanna feel that, Dan?" I asked.

"Mmm...yeah...." He said. Say no more I thought! I took his cock in my mouth, slowly. It even tasted good. I went up and down on it for a while, then deep throated the whole thing. Dan's whole body shook. I was so turned on by that. I love pleasuring someone, watching his reactions. I took his balls in my hand, rubbing them slowly. He was going wild.

"Man, ah, yeah....Joe...yeah....suck me....ah yeah....dude, I'm getting close."

At that moment, I wanted to really bring him off and taste him. I kept on sucking, harder and faster. I felt his cock expand a little in my mouth and his body shake.

"Ah man, I'm gonna shoot!" he exclaimed.

I was ready for it. I felt the first blast hit the inside of my throat, as he grabbed my shoulders. I felt another blast, then another, then another. I eagerly swallowed it. His motions decreased, and finally he let out a loud sigh. I got up off him, and grinned, wiping my mouth with my arm. He tasted wonderful, a little bitter, but sweet at the same time.

"Man, that was fuckin' incredible," he said, still laying down. I didn't even notice that I was jerking off at the same time, and I knew I was close. I stood up above him, stroking myself. He looked up at me.

"Ah, yeah, com' on, guy. Shoot your load all over my chest man," he said, stroking my legs.

"Yeah? You want it?" I gasped. "I'm gonna shoot it all over you, dude."

Right then, I felt that irreversible feeling. I thrust my cock in my hand once more, and shot it. I screamed as I saw the first shot go flying out of my cock on to his face. The second flew on to his chest. The third on to his stomach. It felt so good. I felt my knees go weak, and collapsed on top of him.

After a few seconds, I moved up to his face, looking into his eyes, and leaned down for a kiss. His arms rapped around me, forcing me up against him, rubbing my load between our chests. I broke the kiss, and laid down next to him, on the couch.

"I guess I should get us something to clean this up?" I asked, looking at him.

"That would be good," he said, smiling.

I got up, though I really didn't want to, and found paper towels and cleaned him off. He did the same to me, still laying down.

"That was fuckin' incredible, man," he said. "I never felt that good before."

I smiled, knowing I felt the same. " Me too."

Just then, we heard the front door down the stairs open. We jumped up, grabbed our clothes and I pushed him into my room. We quickly got dressed, saying nothing except smiling at each other.

We came out of my room to the living room and found Roland there.

"Smells like sex in here!" he exclaimed.

Both Dan and I blushed and looked at each other, smiling.

"Yeah," I said. "It should smell like that."

"Cool," Ro said, turning on the TV, sitting where we had just brought each other off. I giggled thinking that to myself.

"Catch a smoke?" Dan asked, rapping his arm around my waist.

"Sure," I said, walking towards the door, grabbing my pack off the coffee table.

We went outside to the balcony and I lit his cig.

Dan was the first to break a long silence. "Joe, I know you wanted to wait to do that, but I couldn't resist," he said.

"Don't worry, Dan. I wanted as much as you did," I answered. "I'm glad we did."

Dan smiled, and put his arm around me. "You're incredible and so cute!"

"You are too. You're one helluva guy."

"Thanks, man," he said kissing me on the cheek. "Joe, would you like to be my boyfriend?"

My eyes teared up at that question and my face broke in to a huge smile. "I'd love to," I answered.

We looked at each other and moved in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his strong body and felt his around mine. Just then, we heard voices from next door, apparently getting ready to come out to the balcony (the balconies were connected). We broke away, never breaking the eye contact. I looked at my watch, which indicated 10PM.

"Damn, man, I didn't know it was that late. I still got my homework to do," I said.

Dan looked at his, and said, "Fuck, me too!"

"I'd rather spend it with you, but I need to keep up my grades," I said, taking a drag.

"Yeah, I hear you, me too," he said, flicking his cigarette off the balcony.

We went back inside, and I walked Dan down the steps. We embraced and kissed a long, passionate kiss, which summed up the evening perfectly.

Well, that wraps of the first part of Dan, The Man.  I hope you enjoyed it.  The next part will be posted soon.  If you have any comments, please e-mail them to SNJBoy76@aol.com