Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2002 08:24:14 -0400 From: Jeff Allen Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 14 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 14 We made love a bunch more times that weekend. It's a wonder our dicks didn't fall off from overuse. Too soon it was Monday, and I was in my car on the way back to Adams State and the dorm. In between times in bed Andy and I had talked a lot about my growing annoyance with Jason's attitudes toward gays. In a lot of ways, I really liked Jason, but his homophobia was a real problem for me. We both agreed that I needed to try to figure out the basis for his prejudices before taking any action like asking for a roommate change. The university allowed room changes at the start of each semester provided that everyone agreed to the change. I had to stick it out with Jason at least until Christmas break. Jason was in the room studying when I arrived. He seemed glad to see me, and we chatted for a while. The football team's first game had been that Saturday. It was an away game, and Jason wasn't on the traveling squad so he and the other freshman had practiced all weekend. That still hadn't stopped Brad and Jason from finding some beer and getting drunk on Sunday night. Jason told me that he had been hung over until Monday afternoon. The next couple of weeks went pretty well between us. Part of that was because we weren't in the room together too much of the time. The football team and Brad Miller and his cronies were taking up most of Jason's time. When he was in the room, he was so tired that he even neglected to jack off a couple of nights! Justin and I hung around together a lot and studied together. Our schedules were compatible and so were our personalities. Justin was having some problems putting up with Brad, and we discussed the idea of switching roommates at the end of the semester. Andy located a motel that allowed dogs (for an additional charge) so he and Larsen came to visit the third weekend in September. It was a great weekend! The weather was still fairly warm, but the trees were beginning to put on their fall colors. We spent most of Saturday afternoon walking back country hiking trails. Larsen searched for throwing sticks all along the way. Andy and I walked about six miles while ole Larsen must have chased after those darned sticks for a good fifteen miles. He slept soundly that night at the foot of the bed in our motel room. Andy and I were in the bed...but we didn't get much sleep. Sunday afternoon Andy took me back to the dorm before leaving for Carterville. We let Larsen run around on the lawn in front of the dorm while we started our good byes. That wasn't the most private place to part from your lover so our conversation was a little controlled. While we were talking, Justin walked up, and I introduced him to Andy. They seemed to hit it off well. Larsen came over and pushed his nose into Justin's crotch demanding to be introduced also. Justin did a two-handed ear scratch that earned him a doggie friend for life. Later that night Justin and I were studying in his room. He looked up from his books and said, "I like Andy. He seems like a great guy." He went back to his studies leaving me wondering about how much he understood about my relationship with Andy. I didn't have to wait long. A couple of minutes later Justin looked up again. "Two of my brothers are gay." "Really? Which ones?" "Jerrod, the oldest, and Brian, the youngest." "Do your folks know?" "Yeah. Everyone knows. We're cool with it." "That's why you got so upset with Brad's comments about gays during that diversity program before the first week of classes." "Yeah. The scum bag just keeps it up too because he knows it bugs me. I'm not sure I can last until semester break to change roommates. How's it going with Jason?" "Jason's an okay guy as long as the subject of homosexuality doesn't come up. Then he's a totally different person. I've given up trying to talk to him about it. I just get up and leave when he starts in." "Man, if I did that with Brad, I'd never be in the room. The dude has a fixation on the subject. He's really pissed because one of the football coaches is gay. According to Brad, being gay is reason to bar someone from the locker room." "I think Brad might be surprised to find out how many of his teammates are gay. I've heard that ten per cent of the population is gay. That means there ought to be at least four or five gay guys on the squad." I thought for a moment before continuing. "Do you have friends beside your brotherswho are gay?" Justin looked at me like I was from another planet. "C.Z., hang loose guy. The fact that someone is gay doesn't bother me. Jerrod, my oldest brother, has had a partner for the last six years. Tom is included in all of our family celebrations. He's as much my brother-in-law as my sister's husband." He paused, reached over and put his hand on my arm. "I've got it figured out, man. I saw the way you and Andy look at each other. It's okay." I tried to blink back the tears that were filling my eyes. I put my other hand on top of his that was still resting on my arm. "Thanks, Justin." He smiled and gave my arm a squeeze as he withdrew his hand. "Don't get mushy on me, fella, we still have a lot of studying to do for the big biology test for Dr. Griffith on Wednesday." "Right, boss. Back to the salt mines." ********** That week was "test week" for us. We not only had our first major exam in biology on Wednesday but also the first exam in chemistry on Friday plus a big in class essay for English. The studying and worrying about the exams was bad enough without the hassle that Jason was starting to give me. He was curious about my nightly phone calls to Andy. I could tell from his round-about questions that he was starting to put two and two together. I knew there would probably be a big scene at some point. I just hoped it was after all of the exams I was trying to study for. Justin and I got through our exams that week. We felt good about how we'd done, but we were dog tired on Friday night after our respective team practices and dinner. Neither one of us wanted to go out partying, but we didn't want to head in to our rooms either because there was a home football game the next afternoon and that meant that both Jason and Brad would be in the rooms because of the pregame curfew. We walked up to town, saw a really dumb science fiction movie at the dollar theater, and then spent a couple of hours over some coffee at one of the downtown coffee houses. Jason was asleep when I got back to the room. I quietly slipped into bed and said a silent prayer of thanks that I'd avoided more questions about Andy. After work the next morning I was in the shower when Brad Miller came in. Seeing Brad up at this time of the morning was unusual. "Hey, Brad. This is a little early for you isn't it?" "Damn right it is," he mumbled. "Coaches want us all to meet before the game. Do me a favor, track fag...wake up your roommate and tell him to get his ass out of bed." His attitude pissed me off. Actually, Brad could piss me off by breathing so my getting pissed at his attitude wasn't that hard. I looked over at him as he stepped up to one of the shower heads. Brad had a pretty good body. A bit beefier than my taste but probably good for a football lineman. He'd be fat in another five or six years. "Brad, don't you ever say 'please' when you ask someone to do something." He looked over at me and sneered. "I don't say 'please' to pansy track fags. Why don't you come over here and give me a blow job? You know you want it." I turned off my shower spray and started out of the shower area. "In your dreams, Miller. Go screw yourself." He grabbed my arm as I walked past. "I didn't say you could go yet, fag boy. Give me a blow job." I shook his hand off my arm. "You like calling people 'fag' don't you, Miller. Want to know what I think? I think you do it because you're a big closet case." His face reddened, and I thought he might take a swing at me. I was ready for it. Just then, Shawn Greene, the RA, walked in the shower area. "Back off guys!" Brad turned back to his shower, and I stormed down the hall to my room. I let the door bang shut behind me. Jason stirred in his bed, and I sort of shouted at him. "Your cretin friend Miller wants you to join him in the shower. He's looking for a blow job." ********** I went to the football game that afternoon. Justin had made a quick trip home to patch things up with his high school girl friend who was feeling neglected. It was a hard game, but our guys finally pulled it out in the last two minutes of play and won the game. Moving through the crowd leaving the stadium I saw Dr. Griffith, my biology prof, a couple of people away from me. He was dressed in jeans and a knit shirt. His hair was little out of place, and it made him look a lot younger than when he was in class in dressier clothes He saw me also. "Hey, C.Z. I think you'll like your exam when we get them back on Monday. See you in class." He flashed a smile before disappearing in the crowd. YES! I thought I'd done well on the test. Doc Griffith had just confirmed it. I called Andy to tell him the good news as soon as I got back to the room. ********** I didn't speak to Jason until late Sunday afternoon. I was asleep when he came in slightly drunk on Saturday night. He made a lot of noise pulling off his clothes and getting into bed, but I didn't open my eyes so he must have assumed that I slept through the racket. He did jack off in his bed before falling asleep. This time he didn't clean up the cum off his belly. He just passed out. When we finally did end up in the room and awake at the same time late in the afternoon, we actually had a nice conversation. Jason was pumped because he'd gotten some playing time in Saturday's game. He was hopeful that he'd get even more the next game which was also at home. We talked about our classes a little, and then both of us turned to the books. Justin came into the room about nine in the evening looking really down. I guessed that things hadn't gone well between him and his girl. We went out for a coke and he told me the whole story about their break up. It boiled down to the fact that his now former girl friend had found someone else to take her places and buy her things while Justin was away at school. Justin hadn't really been in love with her, but his pride was hurt. I delivered a couple of brotherly pats on the arm and the "there's lots of fish in the sea" routine. I decide not to tell him about meeting Doc Griffith at the game and his hint that I'd done well on the bio exam since that would just make Justin more concerned about his own performance on the test, and I didn't want to add to his misery. That Monday morning Doc Griffith walked into the class with the test papers and his lecture notes for the day. He started handing back to tests which were arranged alphabetically. With Barnes as his last name, Justin's paper was one of the early ones. Doc Griffith called Justin's name and then said to the class, "I've always bought lunch for any student who scores a perfect 100 on one of my exams. That usually happens about once a semester, but it has never happened on the first exam in a course. Congratulations, Mr. Barnes. I owe you a lunch." Justin's smile was about a yard wide. Doc continued through the alphabet as he handed back the exams. I was happy for Justin but anxious to see what my score had been. When Doc called my name he handed the exam to me and said in a loud voice, "I said earlier that I'd never had a perfect score on the first exam in a course until today. What I didn't say was that there were two 100's scored on this exam. Congratulations, Mr. Johnstone. I owe you a lunch also. I'd like to talk to both you and Justin after class to make a date for lunch." I looked over at Justin sitting next to me. We did high fives right there in the middle of class. After class Justin and I talked with Doc Griffith and arranged to go to lunch with him the next day following our biology lab. Both of us were walking on air when we got into our chemistry class only to find out that the professor in that class hadn't corrected the exams yet. The prof said he thought they would be completed by Wednesday. The Freshman English was another high point for me that day. Dr. Williams passed back the in class essays that we'd done on Friday. The topic had been "Sad Times and Glad Times." I'd written my essay on the sadness of mom's death and the happiness of having Andy as my guardian afterwards. I got an "A" on the essay, and Dr. Williams included a note at the top of the paper saying, "Well done. You made me cry with this one." Justin did well on his essay also...an "A-". He was upset that I'd done better than he had and vowed to beat me the next time. Jeez, that boy has a competitive streak! The high feeling from classes lasted all the way through track practice and dinner, and my phone conversation with Andy when I got to tell him the good news, but it dissolved later that evening when Jason made some more anti gay remarks that lead to another one of our running arguments. I had to leave the room to cool off. ********** The next day, Doc Griffith took Justin and me to a Chinese luncheon buffet at the edge of town. He said it was an all-you-can-eat buffet so he could afford to take both of us to lunch. We laughed at that remark, but I thought the good Dr. Griffith must be doing okay since he was driving what looked like a brand new Toyota 4-Runner Limited with leather seats and the whole nine yards. The lunch was really tasty. Doc stopped after one trip to the buffet line, but Justin and I went back twice more. Doc talked to us about our career goals. We also talked a little about family with Justin taking the lead on that since he had so many more people to talk about. When I thought back on the conversation, I realized that Doc hadn't said anything about his family. That seemed a little odd to me. I was still full from the meal when it was time for practice so it wasn't my best effort. Coach Kensington asked what the problem was. I told him about the lunch with Doc Griffith and the reason for it. He patted me on the back. "Congratulations on your 100, C.Z. I know Dr. Griffith, and he's a great guy. He has a reputation for being a tough instructor. However, next time you get taken to lunch don't eat so much." He popped me on the butt and walked away to talk to some of the other guys on the team. ********** After the athletic study hall that evening, Jason and I were back in the room. The weather outside was turning cooler, and the heat had been turned on in the dorms. However, it was running full blast in the dorm so we had the window open wide. Both of us were studying dressed in just our briefs. We'd been at it quietly for about and hour when Jason looked up and out of the blue said, "C.Z., is Andy queer?" This was the start of the conversation I'd been dreading. I put down my book and looked over at Jason. He was sitting with his feet propped up on the desk and his accounting book in his lap positioned so that the edge of the book pushed against his dick making a more than normal bulge in his briefs. I swallowed hard before answering. "Why is that important?" "You're not answering the question. Is Andy a fag?" "I don't see what difference that would make, Jason." "'Cause if he's a fag, man, how can you stand to live with him?" That question pushed my button. "I live with him because I love him, and he loves me." The bulge in Jason's briefs seemed to get a little bigger. I couldn't tell if it was due to a repositioning of the book in his lap or an actual hardening of his dick. "That's kinda queer, dude." I swung my feet off the desk and turned around to face Jason directly. "Maybe that's because we are 'queer' as you put it. The better term is gay or homosexual. Andy and I are partners, Jason. That means we not only live in the same house but we sleep in the same bed. Can I make that any clearer for you?" Jason was open mouthed for a second before swinging his feet off the desk to face me across the room. The bulge in his briefs was definitely getting bigger as we spoke. I thought that was a strange response from someone as supposedly straight and outwardly homophobic as Jason. He realized what was happening to his dick and moved the text book so it hid his developing tumescence from view. "C.Z., you can't be q...ah...gay. You don't act faggy." "I'm as gay as they come, Jason. Women don't turn me on at all." "You get turned on by guys?" "That's the general definition of being a male homosexual." "I can't believe this. You're like a 'regular' guy." "Most gay people, male and female, act just like everyone else. The very effeminate men and drag queens and the overly butch lesbians are really a small part of the picture. Some of the folks that seem to be the most obviously gay are actually straight as an arrow." "What turned you gay, man?" "It's not a matter of 'turning gay' or 'becoming gay', Jason. I was born this way. I've always been gay. I probably first realized it when I was in 6th or 7th grade when all the other guys started liking girls and I liked the boys." "This is blowing me away!" It was also exciting him because he had to shift the book in his lap to provide more coverage. "So you and Andy...you suck each other and all that." "What Andy and I do together in bed is our business. Let's just say that the possibilities appear to be limitless." He adjusted his book again. "Do other guys turn you on?" "Yes. I find some guys to be very attractive, but that doesn't mean I'm going to try to get them into bed." "Man, we've been in this room naked together any number of times. Have I ever turned you on?" "You're an attractive guy, and when you're not making homophobic comments you're a nice guy." I paused for a moment before going on. "I do have to say that it's hard not to get aroused when you're over there jacking off at night." "I told you, I don't jack off!" His denial ticked me off all over again. "Jason, I've watched you jack off. You do it almost every night. You lick your fingers clean afterwards." He turned red and averted his eyes. "Okay, I do jack off. Just don't tell anyone." "Masturbation is no big deal. Every guy does it." "Not my father." The image of the Reverend Sherman jacking off came into my head and almost caused me to laugh. "Maybe not now, but I'll bet he did when he was our age." Jason smiled a little. "I don't think my father was EVER our age." "How do you feel about having a gay roommate?" "Okay, I guess. I think it'll take some getting used to. You're a great guy and all that, but every time you see me naked I'll wonder if you're checking me out." "It's natural for guys to check each other out. Every man is curious about what equipment the other guy is packing. I think that probably goes way back in our ancestry. Haven't you ever checked out another guy in the shower?" Jason paused. I thought at first that he was going to deny ever looking at another guy's dick, but he sort of smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess I have. Just want to see how I stack up against the competition." "Exactly! I'm glad we're finally being honest with each other. Are you okay with this?" "Yeah. I think I'm okay with it." "Good. Can we get back to studying? I've got a history test tomorrow." We each swung our feet up on the desks and turned back to our books. Every once in a while Jason would cast his eyes over to me and then quickly look back down to his accounting book. The tent in the front of his briefs had subsided but not completely. After about another forty-five minutes he finally spoke. "Ah, C.Z., can I ask you another question?" "Yeah?" "You said you've watched me jack off. When do you jack off? I've never caught you doing it." "Sometimes I do it when you go to sleep. You're a pretty sound sleeper, especially after you've just cum. Other times I do it in the shower when I come back from work in the morning. No one else is ever up at that time." He swung his legs off the desk and turned to face me again. This time he didn't try to hide his growing erection with the textbook, and I could see it poking up toward the waistband of his briefs. He sort of stammered a second before speaking. "Since both of us jack off, I guess there isn't any reason to try to be secretive about it. Is there?" I turned to face him and felt a little tingle in my groin. I had an idea where this part of the conversation was going. "No. I guess there isn't." "We should just go ahead and jack off when we need to and not be worried about it." "That would be okay with me." He rubbed the shaft of his hard penis through the thin cotton of his briefs. I could see a small wet spot on his briefs from his precum. He put his hand inside his briefs and pulled on his hard dick so that the head was sticking out of the top of the waist band by a good two inches. "Would it be okay if I jacked off now? I'm kinda horny." "Go ahead." I watched as he lowered the band of his briefs even more and started stroking his organ. My dick was responding to the sight of my hunky football player roommate and his hard dick by becoming hard itself. The bulge in my briefs had to be evident to Jason. He looked at me as he stroked his dick. "You can join me if you want." I skinned my briefs down, kicked them off, and then sat facing Jason spreading my legs to give him a better view as I started stroking my pole. Jason mirrored my position so the two of us were facing each other with our legs spread. I could see the darker, coarser hair along the inside of his thighs and the tuft of hair projecting out around his perineum toward his asshole. He cupped his balls with his left hand and stroked his right hand faster on his dick. He spread his legs even farther apart giving me a full view of his hair rimmed anus. He kept his eyes locked on my crotch as he jacked. Suddenly he threw his head back, grunted loudly and shot cum from the tip of his dick to his neck just below his chin. That volley was followed by three others that landed successively on his chest, belly, and just above his pubic hair. Without hesitation he scooped up the cum on his belly and chest and transferred it to his mouth. After he realized what he'd done, he looked over at me. I just smiled at him and kept jacking. My climax wasn't as explosive as his, but I did manage to put a good volume of semen on my chest and belly. When I opened my eyes after my climax, Jason was looking at me. He tossed the kleenex box over my way. "I think you need this." I wiped the cum off my belly and chest and then tossed the box of tissues back to him. He caught the box and put it back on his desk. "I needed that. I think I'm done studying for the night. See ya in the morning, C.Z." He climbed into his bed, drew the sheet up over his naked body and turned toward the wall. He was asleep within a couple of minutes. I finished my studying after another half hour or so. My mind really hadn't been on my history notes. As I climbed into bed that night I was wondering just where this new phase in Jason's and my relationship was going to go. (To be continued)