Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2002 13:23:48 -0400 From: Jeff Allen Subject: Love of a Lifetime - Part 11 This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. LOVE OF A LIFETIME PART 11 Even though it had been well after 1:00 a.m when I'd finally gotten to sleep after watching Jason jack off and then eat his cum, I was awake by 5:30. I guess all those years of doing the paper route early in the morning had trained me so that it was almost impossible for me to sleep in. I also didn't require as much sleep as most people. I could get by with just four to six hours a night. I sat up in bed and looked over at my sleeping roommate. He was lying on his back with one arm thrown over his eyes. It had been warm in the room despite the window fan, and Jason had kicked the sheet down almost to the middle of his thighs exposing his sleep hard on for the whole world to see. I looked at him for a while until I felt own morning wood twitch. He sure was nice to look at! Tearing my eyes away from Jason's erect cock, I grabbed my running clothes and walked down to the bathroom to take my morning piss. I held my clothes and shoes in front of me to hide my erection as a made my way down the hall. I didn't think anyone would be up at this time of the morning, but I was still a little embarrassed to be walking down the hall with my hard dick sticking out in front of me. Justin and I had arranged that we would meet in the dorm lounge at 6:00 a.m. for our pre-breakfast jog. I walked into the hall bathroom and was surprised to see him standing at one of the sinks splashing water onto his face. He looked up in the mirror when I came in. "Morning, C.Z. Looks like something's 'up' this morning," he smiled indicating my dick. I felt myself start to blush, and Justin laughed. "Don't worry, fella. With three brothers sharing one bathroom, I've seen lots of morning hard ons." I went over to a urinal and tried to start my morning piss. It wasn't that easy since I had to wait for my erection to deflate some. As I was waiting I turned my head over my shoulder and spoke to Justin. "I didn't think you would be up this early." "I didn't sleep very well. Brad snores." "You should be used to that with your brothers." "Normal snoring I can deal with. This is really high decibel, shake the walls snoring. I think I'm going to get some ear plugs today otherwise I won't get any sleep." I finished my business at the urinal, pulled on my running clothes and shoes, and we headed out for our jog. It hadn't cooled down very much that night so it was still pretty humid with a good bit of ground fog. Neither of us were familiar with the area around campus and town yet so we jogged around the perimeter of campus and through the main street of the town. We went for about six miles exchanging small talk as we ran. Both of us were in good condition so we were just pleasantly winded by the time we got back to the dorm. After cooling down and stretching, we retrieved our toilet kits from our rooms and hit the showers. The entrance to the shower room on the hall was off the bathroom. There was a changing area with benches and hooks before you entered the shower area which had six heads total with three along each wall. Justin and I each took the middle shower head on opposite walls and turned on the water. While we showered I checked out Justin. He had a lean soccer player's build with nice, but not overly developed pecs. His legs were the most muscular part of his body from all of the running in soccer. His curly, dark brown hair formed tight ringlets on his head under the shower spray. He had a nice 4-5" uncut dick nestled in a bush of dark brown pubic hair. The foreskin of his dick didn't completely cover the head which peaked out from the end. He had a trail of hair leading up from his groin to his navel and then up to a small patch of chest hair in the hollow of his chest. I'd never seen an uncircumcised penis before. All of the guys I'd seen in the showers at Carter County High School were circumcised, and Andy's penis, the one I was most familiar with (beside my own of course), was also circumcised. Justin caught me looking at him. "Never seen one uncut before?" I stammered a little in my reply. "N..n..no. Sorry." He didn't seem to be bothered with my curiosity. "Don't worry about it. All of my brothers and my dad are uncut like me. Most of the guys in high school were cut, so I've gotten used to guys being a little curious about foreskins." He slipped the skin back exposing the glans. With the skin pulled back like that, his dick looked like most of the others I'd seen except that the head was a little smoother. "I think most dicks work the same way," he laughed as he soaped the head of his dick and then rinsed it off before putting the foreskin back over the head. "The only disadvantage I can see to still having a foreskin is that I've got to be careful to clean out the inside everyday." "Is the head of your dick more sensitive?" "It sure is sensitive, but I don't know if it's any more sensitive because it's got a foreskin. I don't have any basis for comparison." I laughed. "Yeah, I guess not. The only way you could tell would be to go get circumcised, and I'm not sure you want to do that now." "Amen to that, bro." We dried off and went back to our respective rooms to get dressed before going to go get some breakfast at the cafeteria. Both Jason and Brad were still asleep. When we got back from breakfast, Brad was still sawing logs, but Jason's bed was empty so Justin and I piled into my room to talk some more. In a couple of minutes Jason came in from the shower carrying his toilet kit and wrapped in a towel. He sort of grunted a greeting before pulling on some underwear, shorts, and a tee shirt. He sat down on his bed. "What time did you get up this morning?" "About 5:30." "Shit, that's early! I don't move fast in the morning, man. If you get up, you're going to have to make sure I'm up to make it to my morning classes." "No problem, Jason. I'm normally up by 5:30 or 6:00." He groaned. "Just be quiet, dude. I don't ever want to wake up that early!" ********** All the sports teams had team meetings at 10:30, so there was a big group of guys heading over to the field house from the dorm. The football team had already been in summer camp for two weeks, but for the rest of us, this would be the first time we'd meet all our college teammates. The track team met in one of the large training rooms in the field house. Jack Kensington, the coach had each of us introduce ourselves, tell where we were from, what our intended major was, and our event. There must have been thirty guys there. About ten of us were freshmen. The other freshmen were easy to pick out from the sort of lost and overwhelmed looks on their faces. I figured I had one of those looks too. Coach Kensington repeated some of the stuff he had told Andy and me when I'd visited campus in the spring. He wanted us all to work as a team and support one another. He said that he didn't care what color we were, what major, what religion, or even if we liked girls or guys as long as we worked as a team. I snuck a look around the room when Coach said the part about not caring if we liked guys or girls to look for reactions. A couple of the freshman guys looked down at the floor when he said that while all of the others sort of laughed at the remark. I made a note of which guys had looked embarrassed thinking that there might be other gay guys on the team. Coach laid out the fall training schedule. Practice was every afternoon at 3:00 unless we had a scheduled class. Athletic study hall for freshmen was from 7:00-9:30 on Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday evenings, and there was a team meeting Wednesday nights at 7:00. After the meeting the whole team went over to the cafeteria to eat lunch together. I talked to a couple of the other freshmen as well as a couple upperclassmen. I liked everyone I talked to and felt that it was going to be a good year. After lunch I went searching for a campus job. I had some money saved, but I knew I would have to have some other income. Andy had offered to send me an allowance every month, but I didn't want that. We'd actually had some angry words before I convinced him how important it was for me to pay for my own education as much as possible. Andy agreed at last but said that he'd just find another way to help me out. I loved him for that...and for a bunch of other things. I found a job washing dishes in the cafeteria at breakfast. The pay wasn't too bad, and it wasn't a popular time to work so I could get as many hours as I needed or wanted. There would be some weekend shifts, but I figured I could work those weekends when Andy visited Adams and be off the weekends when I went to see Andy. I spent the rest of the afternoon standing in line at the bookstore to get my textbooks. One hour and $200 later I was lugging my books back to the room. I had just enough time to throw the books down on my bed and head off for my first college track practice. Man, I thought I was in shape, but Coach Kensington really worked our butts off! At the end of practice he told us we'd done well but had a long way to go before we were ready for the first meet. He let us go about 6:00. After getting cleaned up, I joined a bunch of the track guys for dinner in the cafeteria before heading back to the dorm. I met up with Jason and Justin and we chatted about our respective team workouts before heading to a mandatory hall program that Shawn, the RA, had told us about yesterday. ********** The guys from the hall assembled in the dorm lounge and Shawn introduced a man from the Residence Life Office who started a program on acceptance of differences in others. The guy talked about religious, ethnic, and cultural differences and how the university expected us to be tolerant and respectful of those differences. The meeting seemed to be going along pretty well until the guy said, "Tolerance for differences includes being tolerant of different lifestyles also. The chances are that some of you on this hall are gay, and the university expects that all of you who are not gay will be tolerant and respectful of those who are." Suddenly Jason spoke up. "Why should we be tolerant of fags?" The guy from Residence Life colored a little and replied, "Because this is an academic community, and part of the reason you all are here is to learn from other people." "I don't want to learn anything from no queers, man!" That was Brad Miller. "Queers shouldn't be allowed in with normal people." Jason spoke again, "How can I be tolerant of a man who lives an unholy life?" "I think you two are out of bounds on this issue, and I would appreciate it if you would let me continue with the program." The guy from Residence Life was just barely controlling his temper. The program went on, but I didn't hear very much of it because I was so pissed at Jason and Brad. I was rooming with a raving homophobe! What was I going to do? ********** When the meeting was over, Jason and Brad Miller started talking with one another. Justin left the lounge as soon as the meeting was over. I was upset and needed to talk with Andy so I beat it back to the room and dialed the phone. Andy could tell that I was upset from the tone of my voice. I'd just managed to tell him about Jason's remarks in the meeting when Jason walked in the room and sat down at his desk. I tried to control my voice, but I'm sure there was an angry edge to it. "Jason, this is kind of a private conversation. Would you mind?" "Hey, no problem. I'll go get a coke or something. Just unlock the door when you're done. Okay?" He left, and Andy continued to listen patiently while I unloaded. When I finished my tirade, Andy started to try to calm me down. He was great. Just hearing his voice helped but made me lonely and horny at the same time. I wanted to be with him so badly. We agreed that it wouldn't be a good idea for me to tell Jason right away that I was gay. Andy said that he thought once Jason got to know me a little better he would be more accepting when and if he found out I was gay. Jason came back into the room a couple of minutes after Andy and I hung up the phone. I was calmer and able to greet him with a smile. "Sorry to intrude on your conversation, man." "That's okay Jason. You had no way of knowing that I was on the phone when you came in. We might need to think of a signal so we don't do that again. I don't want to listen in on your conversations any more than I want you listening to mine." He laughed. "Yeah. Maybe we need to get one of those 'Do Not Disturb' signs from a hotel and put it outside on the door knob when one of us has something private going on in here." "How about sticking a sock or something on the door knob?" "No, that's too public. If it's something private, we want a signal that won't alert the whole floor." "I see your point. What do you suggest?" "I'll get one of those message boards from the bookstore tomorrow. If one of us has something private going on in here, we'll just use the marker to put a little 'X' in the upper right corner of the board. That way it will be a signal to us but no one else." "Hey, I like that idea. Good thought, fella." "Just your typical dumb football jock at work." He grinned, and I had to grin in return. He may be a complete homophobe, but he was a nice one. My first day as a breakfast dish washer was tomorrow, and it was getting late so we grabbed our toilet kits and went down to the bathroom to brush our teeth and do our nightly business. When we got back to the room, Jason quickly stripped down and climbed naked under his covers again. I followed suit and stripped bare turning out the lights before climbing into bed. I wasn't sure, but I thought I saw Jason checking me out before the lights went out. I thought that was kind of strange behavior for someone who was so antigay, but I let it pass and settled into bed. After about fifteen minutes or so I heard Jason whisper my name. I opened my eyes a little but didn't respond. He whispered my name again, and when I didn't respond he must have assumed I was asleep because he started beating his meat again just like he had the night before. Naturally that made me hard. I started running my fingers up and down the shaft of my erect penis. Jason quickly reached his climax, and repeated his cum-eating performance of the previous night. I went to sleep holding my unsatisfied hard on and thinking that Jason had some strange masturbation habits for a 'straight' guy. (To be continued)