Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 13:03:50 EDT
From: ImJeff0882@aol.com
Subject: My Roommate Nick, Part 18

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Well guys, I think before I start this part of "My Roommate Nick", I'd
better explain something.  First, let me say that Nick and I are doing
great.  Second, we've tried to think of what might make part 18 interesting
and what we came up with is "A typical weekend in the lives of Jeff and
Nick', but looking back it wasn't really typical.  I think since Nick knew
I was writing about it and since I knew I was writing about it, we both had
a great weekend.  The weekend before was not so great.  Nick was down and I
was busy.  I guess I could have written about that, but Nick vetoed that
idea.  There is some good news that I want to share with you in a bit.
Third, about two months ago we had a discussion of what was bothering us
about each other.  Nothing major, I'd say, but just that bullshit that
seems to get on your nerves.  This wasn't easy.  I think we both worry that
there is something major that will surface and loads of shit are going to
hit the fan.  That didn't happen.

One more thing before I start.  This is starting to be more like a blog
than a story, so Nick and I are really thinking about ending this series.
Okay, I am thinking about ending this series.  I think for most people it's
getting old and my guess is that a lot of people have stopped reading it.

Okay, so maybe I'll start the good news.  I'm going to try to put it in
story form.

Nick was moping around the apartment last weekend.  He does that once in a
while and it really is okay with me.  We all have moods.  I asked him a
couple of times what the story was and he told me that he was obsessing
about TA'ing this fall.  I'll talk more about that later.  We talked and
joked and teased, but something was off.  I can tell when he's upset and
blowing me off with inane excuses.  This felt like one of those times.

I said, "I know something is bothering you and you're not telling me."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do.  Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I pressed.

"No, I don't want to be lectured to, by you or anyone else, and besides,
it's none of your business," he said and walked away.

I went into the bedroom, put on my IPOD and started writing something up
for the professor I am working for.  About an hour later he came into the
room and said, "Are you pissed at me?"

"Yes," I said.

"Why?"

"None of your business.  And, fuck you."

He sat down on the bed and stared at me.  "Okay, I'm sorry.  That was
fucked, but I really don't want to be scolded by you.  I'm not a child and
I can make decisions on my own and not have to deal with being lectured."

"Fuck you," I said and put my ears in again.

He remained seated on the bed.  He pulled the earphones out of my ears and
said, "I'm sorry."  I stared at him.  I was pissed and I could tell he was
upset.  It is really hard for me feeling as if I am being shut out.  He
started to say, "I just don't"

"If you say you don't want to be lectured again, I'm going to get really
pissed.  I heard you the first time."  He nodded.  "Nick, if you can't talk
to me about stuff that is bothering you, then maybe you should find someone
you can trust to talk to."  I knew as soon as I said that I hit him hard.
He looked hurt.  "I didn't mean a new boyfriend.  I mean like your brother,
or my mother, or someone."  I hate myself when I hurt him.  He just shook
his head.  "Nick, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean that.  I don't want you to find
someone else to talk to.  I want you to talk to me."

He nodded.  "I called my mom last week."  He looked at me.  I felt my
stomach tighten, my teeth clinch.  Damn, I hate it when he's right.  I
wanted to lecture him.

I asked, "What happened?"  I wanted to say: "Why the fuck would you do
that?" But in my heart I really do know why he wanted to.

"She didn't answer the phone."  He sighed.  "It was her birthday.  I
thought if I called when my dad was out she might answer.  She probably saw
me on caller ID and didn't answer."

I said, "Maybe she wasn't home." I felt sad.  He looked hurt.

He sighed again, "I called Matt.  I asked him if they went out of town and
he said no.  He said that he didn't know if she had been out or not."

"Why didn't he call her to see?"

He looked at me and said, "I didn't think of it.  I called her again two or
three times but no answer.  I think she just didn't want to talk to me."

"It was her birthday; maybe your dad took her out."  He shook his head.
"She has friends.  They probably took her out."

We talked for a while.  He asked me if I was pissed and I said, no.  And I
wasn't.  Well, I felt pissed at his mother, but not at him.  I guess I
would have done the same thing.  He was down the rest of the day and night.
I treated him well that night.  When we wrapped into each others arms to go
to sleep he began to cry.  He didn't say a word he just cried.  I did, too.
Fuck, it just tears me up to see him cry.  I go from feeling sad and
holding him to trying to figure out how to have a hit put out on his
father.

He and I went to campus to work the next day.  Now I was on a mission.  I
had to find out just what had happened.  I called Matt.  We talked.  He
told me that he thought his mother had been out.  He said that he tried to
call her that day and got no answer.  He said that he was going to see her
on Wednesday and that he'd ask her where she had been and that he'd call
me.

I didn't say anything to Nick.  If she did ignore the call I wasn't going
to say anything.

On Wednesday, I was in my office.  It was almost noon when Matt called.  He
said he was taking her out to lunch and that he had asked her about Nick's
call and she had said she wasn't home and that if she had been she would
have talked to him.  I felt this churning in my stomach.  My heart was
suddenly pounding.  I knew what I was about to do could probably get me
into a world of shit, but I did it anyway.

"Would your mother talk to me right now?"

Silence.  The next thing I heard was her voice.  "Hi," she said, "Jeff?"

"Yes, this is Jeff," I said.

"Hi."

"Mrs. A., I know you and Mr. A. don't approve of Nick's relationship with
me."

"Jeff, I don't know how I feel about it.  Matt's told me that you're a very
good young man and that your family has been wonderful to Nick.  I think
that day when Nick told us about you, we were all shocked.  I would have
never thought Nick was gay."

"I understand, I think, but I just wanted to say that I think it is okay
that you don't approve of the relationship, but that Nick needs his family.
Mrs. A. he's a wonderful guy and you should be proud of him, not ashamed of
him."

"I'm not ashamed of him.  He's my son and I love him.  Jeff, it's not up to
me.  My husband is a man set in his ways.  If it were up to me I would like
to get to know you before I made judgments about you, but Mr. A. doesn't
feel that way."

I said, "That's okay.  I don't need to be part of this.  I'm saying that
maybe Nick can."

"His father will never accept him as gay."

There was silence for a moment.  I said, "He cried last night.  He thinks
you won't take his calls."

"I would if my husband weren't home."

I felt my heart pounding again.  "Would you talk to him today?  I'm having
lunch with him and I could have him call you."

"Well, Matt and I are on our way to lunch."

"Don't you have a cell phone?" I asked.

"No, I don't."

"Okay, well if you're going to be with Matt, I can call Matt's cell and you
can talk to him.  Would you do that?"  I prayed she'd say yes.

Silence.  "Okay," she said.

"Thank you, Mrs. A.  Really, you don't know how much this means to Nick."

Silence.  "No.  Thank you.  Matt said you love Nick and I can tell that you
do."

I guess she handed the phone to Matt because he spoke next.  "Is everything
okay?" I heard him say to her.  Then he said to me, "What's up?"  I
explained what the plan was.  I told him I'd call in about 20-30 minutes.

I called Nick and asked, "Can you leave now?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Just want to avoid the rush and I'm starved."

"Okay, ten minutes outside the cafeteria."

We got salads and yogurt and fruit for lunch.  We found a place outside on
the lawn and sat down.  He started chatting away.  He seemed to be in a
better mood.  I opened my cell and called Matt.

"Hi, Matt," I said.  "I have Nick here."

I guess I didn't think it through because as I handed the phone to Nick he
looked scared.  "Is it bad news?" he asked.

"No, not at all," I said, holding out the phone to him.  "It's good."

He took the phone and said, "Hi, Matt," looking at me.  Then his eyes
filled with tears.  He hung his head and I watched as tears dropped from
his face.  "I called to wish you a happy birthday."  He was having a hard
time talking.  Tears filled my eyes.  He glanced up at me.  "He is a nice
guy."  They talked for a while.  He stopped crying.  He was smiling.  He
said, "Goodbye, Mom.  I love you."

He handed me the phone.  I took it and listened and said, "Hello."

Mrs. A. said, "Thank you, Jeff."

"Thank you, Mrs. A.  You've made Nick very happy."

We said goodbye and then Matt got on the phone.  "Hey, Jeff.  I've been
talking to my mother.  She can't call Nick because my dad checks the phone
bills.  He won't let her have a cell.  So, I'm going to get her one and put
it in my name.  The bills will come to me.  Then she can call Nick.  They
can set up times.  If my dad finds it, she'll tell him that I have a
business phone and a personal phone and I forgot it at the house and she's
holding on to it for me."

"Sounds great," I said.  "Hey, Matt,"

"Yeah,"

"You're great and Nick and I love you."

"Thanks bro.  I love you guys, too."

Well, that's the good news and Nick has been walking on air since then.
Matt took Mrs. A. to get the cell phone that day.  She called Nick and told
him that she can't leave it on but Matt is teaching her how to get to her
messages and that Nick can leave her messages.  Once Nick's schedule is
settled they are going to set up times when they can talk.  Of course,
those times depend on Mr. A. not being around.

For a while, I was worried that there would be a backlash.  I did interfere
and although it did turn out well, I had stepped into the middle of things
and I was worried he'd be upset.  I've asked and he said he wasn't.

Okay, now on to out little confrontation.  This took place a couple of
months ago.

I do the grocery shopping most of the time, especially during the week.  On
most Saturdays, Nick and I will shop for what we think we need for the
week, but that never holds us until the next Saturday.  I also do most of
the cooking.  Nick is getting braver and better at cooking.  He's graduated
from hamburgers to chicken that chews like leather.  And when he has a day
to kill, he'll call my mom and try to come up with something special.  I
also do the laundry because I can be here during the day.  But he does the
folding.  Damn, don't we sound like two housewives?  Nick also cleans the
apartment and that means the kitchen.

But Nick thought that meant when he got around to it.  So, often, the pots
and pans and dishes sat in the sink for a day or two.  This, when you are
trying to cook dinner, is a real pain in the ass.  I hinted to him several
times, and then told him several times, that he needed to get the dishes
done, which means rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher and
turning it on before he leaves for work so that when I have to cook dinner
I have what I need.

Okay, a stupid thing to be getting annoyed about, BUT, none-the-less, it
was pissing me off.  Time after time, he'd go off to work with all the
dishes and pots stacked in the sink.  He always had a good excuse, but
excuse or not, after months of this happening I was ready to slap him
silly.

Now, I'm no saint.  I'd let him tell you what his beef has been, but I
think I can get through it and be fair to him.  Anyway, he's going to read
this and if he doesn't like how I've presented his complaint he'll explain
it further.

I think it is clear, but if it is not, let me say that Nick and I are not
into one of us being a top and the other being a bottom if that means one
gets fucked and the other fucks or one gets sucked and the other sucks.  I
guess we are strange but we like it all.

But there are times when I want to suck and other times when I wanted to be
sucked and times for 69ing.  And there are times when I want to fuck and
other times when I want to be fucked.  And the same is true of Nick.

However, if being a top means that you are the person who gets what he
wants, then Nick's complaint is that I top him most of the time.  In other
words, if I want to fuck then Nick gets fucked.  If I want to be fucked
then Nick fucks, etc.  Nick complains that even though he'll start things
with a plan and with a certain intent, I will eventually take over and push
physically for what I want.  Nick concedes that he'll understand what it is
that I'm wanting and even though he might have been wanting to fuck me,
when I roll him over and bite his neck and say, "I want to be inside you,"
or just roll him over, lift his legs, wet his ass and dive in, he gives in
to what I want.

So, we had a long talk about these things and other things.  It went well.
I learned that when I cook I use almost every pot we have, and most of the
dishes.  I make a big mess and it frustrates him.  He feels that since I
don't have to clean up the mess, I make a big mess.  I thought about it and
realized he's half right.

He explained that after dinner he wants to spend time with me because when
I settle into doing whatever I am going to do for the evening (reading,
writing, internet) I am into what I am doing until bed time.  And that is
true of him also.  So, after dinner he wants to hang with me and talk.  If
we finish dinner and he's off to the kitchen then I'm off to whatever and
that's the evening.  We've now taken to spending time together after dinner
and then he gets to the kitchen.  I am also making a real effort to make
less of a mess. It has been working out well.

Now, on to the subject of my taking over in bed.  I wanted to jump on him
with both feet.  If he's letting himself get pushed around in bed that is
his problem, was what I first thought to say.  But I took a breath and
thought about it.  I am an only child.  I do tend to get my way.  I had to
admit that even when he'd say he wanted this or that I would at some point
say I wanted that or this and we'd do what I wanted.

What I told him was that he just gets me so fired up that I get so nuts
with desires that I just have to take him the way I want.  He laughed and
said, "Yeah, thank you, but you re still getting what you want."  I told
him it was hard for me not to go for it.  When I get horny and hot and into
him, I just want what I want.  I kept trying to explain myself to him and
he just kept laughing.  Somehow what used to work wasn't working for me
this time.  When I was all done he still said, "I don't get what I want a
lot of the time."

Finally, I said, "Okay, so what am I supposed to do?  When I'm hot and
horny I go for it.  It's hard for me to just sit back and let it happen."
He nodded and said he understood completely and that is what he had been
saying.  He said that I should learn to just let him take over once in a
while.  I said, with some frustration, "Okay, fine, I'll let you take over
once in a while.

He laughed and said, "I know you.  That's just not going to happen.  When
we are having sex, you are a force to be reckoned with."

Now, I was laughing.  I thought that was a pretty funny image. I asked,
"Something like a category 3 hurricane?"

He said, "Think tsunami.  There's this thing that happens inside of you
that I don't get to see, and then there is this quiet as the waves recede
into this vast ocean.  It's deceiving, because it's at this point that I
sometimes think I'm in control.  And then, out of nowhere, is this rush of
water, powerful water.  I'm caught up in it and it takes me where it's
going to take me.  I survive that and take a breath, but it's not over.
The big one is coming."

Okay, so he was laughing and exaggerating and it was pretty funny.  And he
said that he loves getting caught up in my energy, but he wants to feel as
if I get caught up in his.

I, of course, said, "Fine, I'll get caught up."  More laughing.

He said, "We need a plan.  Just like the plan where I do the kitchen before
I go to bed and you make less of a mess.  We need a plan for you to be more
submissive."

When he used that word my body tightened up quickly.  "Submissive," I said
and laughed.  "If you're wanting submissive, you'd better get a pet."

He looked at me and nodded.  "Okay, wrong word.  It is definitely the wrong
word to use with you.  How about this?  We need a plan for you to learn how
to surrender to my desire to bring us to a place of satisfaction.  Let me
take us to that happy place.  Surrender to my energy and allow yourself the
pleasure of my pleasuring us."

I looked at him and he said, "You still thinking I need to get a pet?"

I said, "Well, that actually sounds hot, but I'm not really sure just how
to do that unless you tell me that tonight I have to surrender.  And, to
tell you the truth, that sounds kind of weird."

"Why?"

"Well, so each time we start messing around I'm going to be waiting for you
to say, `Okay, surrender'."

He said, "Yeah, I guess that sucks.  Okay," he said and smiled, and I swear
he had this planned, "how about this?  Every Friday night, after I get
home, until Saturday morning when we get up, you have to be in surrender
mode."

I thought about it and said, "Wait, is this the `boy toy' thing again?"

"No, not really; that is different.  But, I guess a little like that.  I
just want you to really lie back and get into it but not take over.  And
not so much like when we play that game where I'm the masseuse and I give
you a massage and then blow you, or fuck you or climb on you and get
fucked, or whatever.  That's you being passive.  I mean I like those
massage sex things we do, but you're in this real passive mode when we do
that which is fuckin' hot.  But not so much like that.  More like you
normally are but not the storm I'm being taken over by."

"Okay," I said.

I guess I looked weird because then he started in about how much he loves
how that happens.  "Don't ever stop being a tsunami.  I fuckin' love it,
really I do, most of the time.  But, just once in a while, I'd like to push
you around.  I'd like to be the storm that's out of control.  I mean, even
when you're wanting to be fucked you are like riding a 20 foot wave, or a
bucking bronco."

"Come on, that's not fair.  You know you get pretty fuckin' wild, too.  I
mean there have been times when you're in control and its wild."

"Yes, like that.  Yes, there are times when it is like that.  For sure.  I
can think of times when I've definitely had my way with you and it is so
fuckin' hot, I'm hard for days after thinking about it.  Remember when we
went running and I told you I was going to give you two loads when we got
back and you laughed."

"Yeah, and then we got home and you fucked me and shot two loads," I said.
"And remember when we went running and you wanted me to fuck you in every
room when we got home."

He nodded and said, "Yeah, damn I walked around with my ass hurting the
entire next day and I had a hard-on thinking about it."

I said, "So, wasn't I like a tsunami then?"

"Yes.  Exactly.  You were fucking me in every room because I wanted to be
fucked in every room and I wanted my ass fucked hard and you were fucking
my ass hard.  You were like a fuckin' animal.  I mean to have 8 or 9 inches
shoved up my ass for what seemed like a fuckin' half hour, listening to you
moaning and groaning and it was so fuckin' hot.  Fuck," he said, "I've got
a hard-on now just talkin' about it.  Lying on the fuckin' floor in the
bedroom with you pounding away at my ass was so fuckin' hot."

"Okay, I think I get it."

"And I don't mean like morning sex either," he said.

When I wake up I typically have a hard-on (morning wood) and sometimes we
play, but I'm not a real morning sex person.  I like to cum in the morning,
but usually I like to lie back and get head.  Sometimes I'll even like to
get fucked, but usually I'm not into sucking and hardly ever into fucking
in the morning unless we've spent a good amount of time waking up.

"I think I get it," I repeated.

He said, "Okay, look, that time when I asked you to fuck me in every room.
If I hadn't said something, and made you promise, I bet we would have come
home and we would have gotten all hot and we would have 69ed and cum.  But,
I wanted my ass drilled by you.  I want you to be like you are but I want
it to go where I want it to go sometimes.  But a lot of times when you get
like that I can't always head you in the direction I want."

"Okay, I got it, already."

So, in July we decided that he'd have a special day each week for the
summer so that I'd get accustomed to surrendering.  We decided that Friday
was the day.  He's at work on Friday.  He leaves early in the morning and
usually gets home at about five.  We don't have sex on Friday mornings.
Thursday nights, yes, but not Friday mornings.  So, I usually get a phone
call soon after he leaves work.  He calls to find out what we are doing for
dinner and for him to tell me what he's been thinking about all day.

Yes, he thinks about sex all day.  He thinks about what we are going to do.
He says he gets hard 10-12 times during the day and loves it.  I'm not sure
how he gets his work done.  When he gets home he is in rare form and I'd
better be ready for him.  To tell you the truth it is a real turn on for
me, too.  It's never a making love night.  That's usually what happens on
Thursday nights.  I know it's weird but usually on Thursdays and on Mondays
we really get into this love making thing.  Sunday afternoon we usually do
sex play (our massage game, as he calls it, or other games we have).  On
Saturdays anything can happen.  Tuesdays and Wednesdays are often our
`first I blow you and then you blow me' nights or 69'ing nights.  Fuck, are
we getting into one of these married couples routines? (We have sex every
Saturday night) Fuck!  By the way, I love Tuesdays and Wednesdays because I
love sucking dick and we take our time.  I won't let him cum until he
pleads.  LOL.


Also, before I start "My Roommate", which I guess I already have, I want to
address a couple of general questions, concerns, suggestions.  Some people
have suggested that each part is too long.  I guess I agree but that's my
way of writing.  IPOD in my ears and the fingers do the talking.  What I
then do, when I'm working on a paper or story is cut about half or more
from the story and re-write the story.  Sometimes, it takes three or four
re-writes.  What you are getting is my first draft and I do this for free
and in my spare time.  I am not going to spend two or three days refining
it.  Sorry.  I've divided this into four parts, this part. `Friday,
Saturday and Sunday'.  And, as I said before, this will probably be the
last installment to "My Roommate".  We will probably still write a winter
and summer short fictional story.

Sex.  Several people have asked if we really have that much sex.  The
question always seems to imply that it is a lot or more than normal.  I
don't know what the right amount of sex is, but I know that when I was not
with Nick I jerked off at least once a day.  Given the opportunity and the
time I would usually indulge more often than that.  So, it doesn't seem to
me that I am having more sex than usual.  It's just different.  It's with
someone else.  Interestingly, I very seldom jerk off without Nick.  He says
the same is true of him, meaning without me.
	Also, there have been questions about cumming twice in quick
succession, or three or four times in a day.  That also doesn't seem
unusual to me.  (After all, we're still in our early twenties.  And, I
guess, that will change as we get older.)  I've masturbated and then, not
having lost my erection, masturbated again to orgasm.  I guess the trick is
that my first orgasm is quick and without edging, as it is called.  If I
edge over a long period of time it takes a bit longer to get it up for a
second time.  If I cum quickly, I don't lose my erection.  The same is true
for Nick.  However, I must admit he is pretty good at it (cumming twice in
a row).  He can do it easily if he is hard for a while and just touching or
rubbing it but not jerking.  Then he'll jerk off and cum in a couple of
minutes.  He stays hard and about five minutes later he's able to cum
again.
        We had a bet one Saturday to see who could cum three times in the
shortest amount of time.  I was able to keep up with him the first and
second time, but he came the third time before I could.  But, he can only
do it if he's jerking off.  He can do it fucking, but it will take him
longer and he can't do it from getting head unless I use my hand.
        Another bet he made was that he could cum more times than I could
in a 12 hour period.  (He loves these games.)  I beat him, because we made
the rule that you had to be able to not just have an orgasm, but you had to
put out cum.  You see I cum more than he does and he was sure I'd run out
first, even though I might be able to have more orgasms than he does.
Well, he ran out of cum first.

        So, horny plus a quick orgasm, leaves us hard and ready.  I think
we both enjoy cumming quickly and then again, and other times edging and
going for the big `O'.  There is a difference, however.  When going twice
in a row, the lead up to the second big `O' is more intense in that my dick
is more sensitive.  Edging has its advantages.  I love the feeling of
getting close and then backing off.  My erection seems harder and the load
a lot bigger and I think the orgasm is both physically and mentally more
intense.  As far as cumming three or four times in a day; that doesn't
happen everyday.  But, when it does happen, it doesn't seem that difficult.
It takes a bit longer each time to cum and there is less cum, but it all
works.
	So, it is safe to say that we have sex just about every night.
Nick never says no to sex; if that surprises you I'll say it again.  Nick
never says no to sex, at least with me he doesn't.  I sometimes do, but if
I say no, it's only in the morning.
	Also, Nick has these sex games he likes to play, which we sometimes
play on the weekends.  One is "Massage Therapy".  This game entails his
giving me a massage, which I never say no to.  It usually comes after one
of our runs.  He gives me a full body massage.  During the massage he'll
fuck me while I'm lying on my stomach and then roll me over and blow me or
climb onto my dick and ride me to orgasm.
	Another game is, "Grooming Therapy".  This game is much like
Massage Therapy, except we spread a towel on the floor and shave and trim
each other and get each other off.
	Another game is our "Friday Night is for Nick".  I guess that is a
game.
	Another game is betting on football games.
	Another game is fucking outside.
	Nick has come up with another game, but I am not convinced.  I
think I'm going to say "NO" to this one.  We go to this adult bookstore to
get lube and to rent an occasional porno DVD.  They have this area where
men cruise around checking each other out.  There are pay video booths in
the area.  Some of the rooms have chairs and some actually have benches
where I guess you can lie down.  Each room has glass as part of the wall
that separates one booth from another.  You can be in your booth and watch
what is going on in the booths next to you.
        Nick wants us to show up separately and cruise each other, head
into a booth and drop our pants and jerk each other off, or blow each
other, or fuck each other.  I'm not sure I'm going to do this.  I am too
concerned about being recognized.  He's coming up with different ways to
disguise us: hooded sweatshirts and sunglasses, or knit caps and
sunglasses, etc.  He thinks it would be hot to be cruised, then hooking up
with me, and then being watched through the glass partition.  Again, I'm
not sure about this.  He's suggested we can drive a good distance from
campus and find a bookstore that is not in our area and be assured that no
one will recognize us.  He's doing on-line searches.
	We sometimes still do the "Boy-Toy game".  Nick loves this one.  I
enjoy it, too.  There is something about this that is raw and hot.  We
don't do it often.  I don't know if I can explain the difference between
what happens on Friday nights and this game.  In Boy-toy we don't make
love.  It's really more like we don't even know each other.  And, when we
do the boy-toy game he always has me suck my own dick and cum in my mouth.
He's come up with variations, but it seems the same to me.



	Anyway, on to My Roommate Nick, Part 18.



FRIDAY: 3:30 p.m.

I arrived home from school.  I had stopped at the market.  We usually don't
eat out on Friday nights and we had little left in the apartment to eat.  I
bought fresh caught salmon to make in the oven with rice on the side and a
salad.  I knew it was Friday and often we don't get to dinner until late
and we usually make something that is quick.

I decided to go for a run.  I called Nick.  His phone went to voice mail.
I left a message saying I'd be home by the time he arrived.  I told him I
had my cell phone but if I didn't pick up he should leave a message when he
left work.  The message would give me instructions as to how to be ready
for him when he arrived.  Yeah, that is part of the Friday night game.

The weather was beautiful.  Perfect for a run and I was in the mood.  I
have many moods for running: depressed, angry, anxious, frustrated, sad,
confused, and happy.  This was going to be a happy run.  I'm never sure
what brings my moods on, but being happy is not one I usually question.  I
think this had been a good second half to the week.  Nick has been doing
well and has been affectionate, teasing, playful, joking and horny.  His
good moods are generally contagious.

I threw on a pair of running shorts, a pair of socks (I wear the ones that
are cut below the ankle.  Nick says that my legs and ankles are hot when I
don't show any stocking.  Yeah, he notices stuff like that.  I don't.).  I
have a new pair of Nike running shoes.  They're really cool; very light and
comfortable.  They are dark blue and gray with a red Nike logo.  I thought
about running without a shirt which Nick and I sometimes do, but I decided
to put on a tee-shirt.  I also wear a hat and sunglasses; and, of course,
my IPOD.

4:00 p.m.: I'm outside stretching.  I said I was in a good mood so I
decided on James Blunt.  Not sure why.  I like to run to all different
kinds of music.  When Nick and I run I usually don't wear my IPOD because
he likes to talk, or complain.  By 4:10 I'm off and running.  As I said, I
was feeling good.  It was going to be a short quick run.

My mind wonders a lot when I run, especially when I am alone.  The things I
think about the most are: NICK, my career, school, my parents and family.
Take that and add a mood and you can imagine the many places my mind can
travel.

On this run, I thought about Nick mostly.  He's starting to obsess about
TA'ing.  I remember how nervous I was the first few weeks, so I understand
his anxiety.  But he is funny.  He's read everything they have to read.
He's come up with all kinds of interesting topics for them to write papers
on.  He's written up several lectures.  He's met with the professor a
couple of times.  And he's still a mess.

I listen to him and I tell him he'll do great.  He just says, "Fuck you,
asshole.  You sing at weddings with your lousy voice.  I've nearly pissed
my pants every time I've had to give an oral report."  I just laugh.  I
suggested that I could come to his first few classes and sit in the back;
for support.  He yelled, "I hate you!"  I told him I could video tape his
first few classes so that we could sit at home and critique him.  He said,
"You know, I really do hate you."  I just laugh.  When he starts bugging me
about something I remind him of how many more days he has until his first
class meeting.  "I hate you, I really hate you!" he yells.

I was about a mile from the apartment when my cell rang.  I answered it.
It was Nick.  "Hey," I said.

"Why are you breathing like that?"

"I'm jerking off," I said and laughed.

"That's okay.  Just as long as no one else is there."

"Yeah, right."  I stopped running.  "Where are you?" I asked.

"Just leaving campus.  I'll be home in ten or fifteen minutes.  How far are
you from home?" he asked.

"Eight or ten minutes."

"Wait for me outside."

"Why?" I asked.

"I want you all sweaty," he said and laughed.  "You're getting fucked when
I get there."

I laughed and said, "Bring it on, hot stuff."

"I'm not kidding.  I'm really horny."

I could hear that he was driving.  I don't like to talk to him while he's
driving.  He's not the most careful driver.  "Okay, I'll wait for you.
Bye."

"No, talk to me while you run.  I love to hear you breath like that.  It
gets me hard."

I laughed.  "Fuck, you are horny."  I started running.

"I am, and I don't know why.  I was thinking about this time two years ago
I'd just gotten back up to school and all I could think about was getting
into your pants.  I remember being so horny for you and nervous.  I knew I
was going to ask you if I could blow you, but I didn't know if you'd say
okay.  I was so nervous, but so excited.  I wanted you so badly.  Even more
than I knew.  I remember that I wanted to blow you and I wanted you to cum
in my mouth but I was worried that I'd be bad at it."

I laughed, "I don't want to talk to you while you drive.  I'll wait for
you."

"Are you horny for me?"

I laughed.  "I'm getting a hard-on and I'm hanging up."  I closed my phone.

As I turned the corner where we live, I saw Nick standing outside our
apartment building.  He was waiting for me.  As I ran up to him his eyes
went to my crotch.  He just stared at my crotch and never looked at me.

"You're a perv.," I said as I ran up to him.  He smiled at me and nodded.
I started to stretch.  I always stretch after I run.  When we run, we help
each other stretch.

He said, smiling, "Let's go upstairs.  You can get naked and I'll help you
stretch."

"Yeah, right, you want me to get naked so you can watch me stretch."  He
smiled and licked his lips.  "It's Friday isn't it?" I asked.

"Your ass is mine, so get upstairs and get it naked."

It really is funny.  He has a tone of voice on Friday night's that he never
uses at other times.  He does this butch thing, but always with a smile on
his face.  He knows that is the only way he could ever get away with it.

As I closed the door to our apartment, he said, "Just get naked here."  I
undressed.  He went into the bedroom and undressed and then joined me in
the living room.  I started stretching.

He had the lube in his hand.  I continued stretching.  He sat and watched
while he played with himself.  I started getting hard.  I got on the floor
to further stretch out my hamstrings.  He knelt down beside me.  He took my
legs and helped me stretch.  Before long he was on top of me and we were
kissing deep and hard.  There is something different about having sex after
a run.  My body is wet and energized, ready to go.  It's just the opposite
of morning sex for me.

He said, "I'm really horny.  I could cum like this, just rubbing against
you."

"Go ahead," I said kissing him.

"No, I want to fuck you.  But I'm not going to last long."

"What's got you so horny?"

"You," he said and laughed.  I lifted my legs.  "I'm going to fuck you
twice or maybe three times."

I laughed, "It wouldn't be the first time."

"You can't cum until I tell you," he said with a big smile.

I laughed and said, "Oh, is this some kind of torture."

"I want you crazy," he said and laughed.  He moved and put some lube on his
dick and then lay on me again.  He began licking my chest, my stomach and
then my balls.  I reached for my dick but he pushed my hand away.  I
laughed.  He licked my dick and ran his tongue over my cock head.  "Fuck, I
love the way you smell," he said.  He began sucking me.  He has become so
good at that.  It is both gentle and hard at the same time.  "Oh god, you
taste so fuckin' good," he moaned.

He began licking my navel again and then my nipples and then we kissed.  I
lifted my legs for him as he moved between them.  He put his cock against
my butt hole and pushed.  We both sighed.

"Oh fuck, Nick, yeah, fuck me," I moaned.  Usually, he starts off slowly
and that is what I was expecting.  When he fucks me he takes his time and
moves me around into different positions.  I mean if you're going to get
fucked, you might as well get fucked.  But, this time, he just started
pounding my ass.  "Oh yeah, fuck, damn, fuck yeah," I groaned.  He was
fucking me so hard I thought I was going to get run burn.  I reached up and
put my hand against the sofa and held myself in one place.  He pushed my
legs further up and moved so he could get the deepest penetration and
started fucking me hard and fast.  He grabbed a handful of my hair and held
it tightly as he began to bite at my neck and ear.  My ears and that area
around my ears are extremely sensitive and when he licks and bites me there
I feel sensations flowing all over my body.  When he's fucking me and
licking and biting me there, I go nuts.  That's why he holds me by the
hair.  I usually try to make him stop.

He was going to cum quickly, I could tell.  He wasn't in me but two or
three minutes and he was ready, and that is fast for Nick.

He started thrusting hard and grunting.  His body began to become rigid and
then shaking as he moaned, "Oh fuck, Jeff, oh fuck," he said gritting his
teeth.

"Yeah, cum inside me," I whispered, holding him tight against me.  "Yeah,
fuck me."

"Fuck, Jeff, I love you so much," he said and then started kissing me.  I
felt him relaxing, but then his body would tense up, his legs would shake
and then he would relax again.  His body kept shaking.  We both relaxed.  I
still held him.  "I want to stay inside you."

I kept my legs wrapped around him.

He looked at me and asked, "Did you have a good day?"

I laughed and said, "You've got your dick up my ass and you want to know if
I've had a good day?"

He smiled at me.  "It's Friday night.  How was your run?"

`It's Friday night', that means I have to just follow his lead.  "My run
was good.  I listened to James Blunt."

Nick sang, "So long Jimmy, so long.  Though you only stayed a moment.  We
all know that you're the one singing."  It's his favorite song on the CD.

"You really are in a mood tonight aren't you?' I said.

"I'm in a good mood," he said.

"Can I ask you something?"  He looked at me.  "I got an email a while back
and this guy said that he didn't think I said `I love you' to you very
often.  That I say you are hot and that you're a perv. and stuff like
that."  He pulled back a bit and looked at me, but kept making the short
thrusts into me.

"Dude, I know you love me, believe me."

"No, I think you know that I do, but do I not say it."

"You say it and you show it."

I said, "Well, I do love you and you are a perv."  He smiled and began
pushing into me.  "Am I'm going to get fucked again now."  He nodded and
smiled.

He said, "A nice long wet fuck.  A sloppy seconds fuck," as he began
fucking me.  He started kissing me.  "Oh fuck, you feel wonderful.  My dick
is so sensitive right now but I'm not going to cum for a while," he said
and laughed.  "Not for a long while."

I laughed, too.  "You are a perv."  He laughed.  I said, "Yeah, yeah, I
know, it's Friday night."  He got up on his knees and sat back on his legs
and kept gently thrusting into me as he looked down at my hard dick.  He
rubbed my chest and stomach and ran his hands over my dick and balls.  He
was moving my balls around looking at my sac as if he was doing some kind
of inspection.

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

I laughed.  "Well, you're playing with me and sort of fucking me, but
you're really not doing either."

He kept doing what he was doing and kept smiling and then he said, "Let's
go dancing tonight."

I just lay there looking at him.  He really is handsome.  It's strange but
I look at him hundreds of times a week and I see him, but then every once
in a while I feel like I'm really struck with how attractive he is.  His
face is striking.  When he smiles his eyes are so bright.  He was smiling.
He has a beautiful smile.  His chest is smooth and tight and defined.  His
waist is small.  He's in a lot better shape now than two years ago.  His
abs. are now defined, too.  I watched him looking at my dick and balls as
he played with them as he slowly fucked me.  I lay there with my hands
behind my head, my legs spread open to him watching him play with my
genitals as he slowly thrusts into me and wanted to laugh for some strange
reason.

He looked up at me and leaned over me.  He began to fuck me harder and kept
rubbing my chest.  He leaned his face over mine. I looked up at him and
smiled.  He said, "Open your mouth."  I did.  He was going to drop his spit
into my mouth and then he stopped.  "Is it okay?"  he asked.

I smiled and said, "It's Friday night."  He looked disappointed.  "It's
more than okay.  Do it, please," I said and opened my mouth.  He smiled,
leaned over me and opened his mouth.  His spit rolled off his tongue and
dropped into my mouth.  I took his spit and swallowed it.  "Fuck me, big
boy," I said and smiled.

He lay on top of me and began to thrust into me again.  I held him.  He
said, "Let's get tattooed."

I started laughing and laughing hard.  I don't know why it struck me so
funny.  He's fucking my ass and fucking me hard and breathing hard and
says, "Let's get tattooed."  He started laughing, too.

"What's going on with you," I said.

He laughed.  "I don't want to cum yet."

"Asshole.  I can't take this all night."  He kept fucking me.

"What were you thinking about before I said that?" he asked as he slowed
down.

"Is this part of your Friday night thing?"  He nodded.  I nodded.  "What
was I thinking about?"  He was still fucking me but slowly.  "You're
enjoying this, aren't you?"  He nodded and smiled.  "I was thinking about
how good it feels to have you lying on top of me.  I was listening to the
sound of your dick sliding around in my ass and that was your cum.  I was
thinking that you and I have the best sex I've ever had.  And now I'm
thinking that you'd better cum soon, because my ass isn't going to take
much more of this."

"Fuck, really?  The best sex you've had."

I laughed.  "I think your dick has been in me for about a half hour now."

He sat up on his knees and started fucking me hard, again.  As he did, he
ran his hands over my dick and balls.  "You've got to let me cum, soon," I
said.  "I've been hard for all this time and my balls are starting to
hurt."  He nodded and lay on top of me.  As he did I moved my hips up again
so he could get into me deeply.  "Fuck me, and fuck me hard," I said as I
grabbed his hair and bit into his shoulder.

He grunted loudly and then turned and bit down onto my neck and started
slamming into me.  My second orgasm is always more intense than my first
and so is his, so I knew he was going to be pushing hard.  He let out a
groan that seemed to come from deep inside of him. He pushed down into me.
His body was tense and shaking at the same time.  His breathing was hard
and loud.  I held him.  My balls were really hurting.  They felt like they
were in my stomach.

He finally relaxed on top of me, but he was still shaking and breathing
hard.  I felt his dick slide out of me.  I rolled him off of me and said,
"I'll be right back," as I went off to the bathroom.  When I returned he
was lying on the floor looking up at me and smiling as he noticed my
erection.  I sat down beside him and asked, "Do I get to cum now?"

He smiled at me and nodded and lifted his legs.  I smiled and nodded.  I
put some lube on my dick.  "This won't take long," I said as I moved toward
him and laughed.

He smiled and said, "Do to me what I just did to you."

"Fuck you twice?"

"You can do it."

I did.  The first time was pretty quick.  Then we moved so that we were
both on our sides facing each other but I was still between his legs and
inside him.  We both were making these small movements so that I had this
steady sensation running through my groin.  My dick was still hard.

"What's for dinner," he asked.

Again I laughed.  "You're doing a good job with this.  Is this a new type
of sex?  Juxtaposing the mundane with the sexual?"

"I really think we should get tattooed."

"Talk dirty to me," I said.

His face lit up.  He smiled, thought, and said, "I always get confused
about what I really want."

"What do you mean?"

"If there were only one sexual thing we could do for let's say a week, what
would you pick?" he asked.

"Who's cumming, me or you?"

"No, only one thing.  So, it's you cumming or me."

I laughed, "Well, I'd pick me cumming."

"Okay, how?"

"Wait can I suck your dick first and then,"

"No, you can only do one thing," he said.

"Where do you come up with this stuff?"  He just stared at me.  "Let's see.
Fuck, well, I still think I'd want to cum.  I couldn't go a week without
cumming."

"Okay, you can go in the bathroom later and jerk off alone," he said.

"Fuck, wow.  It would be sucking I think, but wow, a week.  I'd suck you
off and then go in the bathroom and jerk off," I said.

He smiled and said, "That's what I thought you'd pick."

"What would you pick?" I asked.

"That's easy.  I'd have you fuck me.  Then I'd go jerk off."

I asked, "You like me fucking you?"  He laughed.  "Okay, what is your
favorite way to cum?" I asked.

He quickly answered, "Getting head from you.  I love cumming in your mouth.
It gets me fucking nuts.  I love that you love sucking my dick and that you
love swallowing my cum.  I think about those Mikey D's blow jobs and I get
hard."  I was still inside him and he was still moving on my dick.  I
glanced down at his dick and he was getting hard.  He smiled at me.  "You
make this great sound when you first put my dick in your mouth.  Fuck, I
think about that sound during the day and my dick gets hard."

"Everything gets you hard."

"I can't help it, it's like I'm fourteen again and just found out what sex
is about."

"What sound do I make?"

"You sigh and moan and start breathing fast.  It's like you're so turned
on.  You make that sound when I start to cum, too.  And then you start
sucking so hard.  It's like your trying to suck the cum right out of my
balls."

I started thrusting harder; short deep thrusts.  He smiled.

"Why do you want to get tattooed?" I asked.

"I think you'd look hot with a tat. on your arm."

"You don't mean a sleeve?"

"No, like a tribal band or something on your arm.  You've got such great
arms."

I said, "If you get one I guess I might."

"How do you like for me to blow you the best?" he asked.

I laughed again.  "What's with you tonight?"

"Like when we are in bed and you're lying there, or when we 69 and you've
got my dick in your mouth as you cum, or when you're sitting on the sofa
and I'm down in front of you sucking you off."

I added, "Or when I'm standing like in the kitchen and you're on your knees
or in the shower."

"Or that."

I rolled him onto his back and started fucking him again while I lay on top
of him.  "Right now I'd say I like sitting on the sofa so I can watch you
taking my dick and watch you taking my load."

I started fucking him harder.  He said, "It feels good doesn't it?"  I
nodded with my head buried in his neck.  I started breathing harder.
"Yeah, fuck me."

And I did.



At 8:15 p.m. after showering and cooking dinner, we sat down naked in the
living room with the TV on and had dinner: Salmon, rice, salad and white
wine.

"Let's go out tonight," Nick said.

"You really want to?"

"Yeah, once we start classes it's hard to stay out late on Fridays.  When
we do, we never get to sleep before 3 or 4 and that always blows
Saturdays."

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's go dancing."

I sat thinking for a minute and he said, "If you really don't want to, we
don't have to."

"No, I was just remembering that we told Danny (our downstairs neighbor)
and Julie (his girlfriend) that we'd take them with us," I reminded him.

Danny is really cool.  He's about our age, maybe a little older.  He's a
chemistry Ph.D. student.  He's about 5 foot 9 inches tall and weights about
140 lbs.  He is thin.  He's cute and wears the "I'm an intellect" wire-rim
glasses and his hair is cute short.  He's cute in a kind of smart boyish
way.  His girlfriend looks athletic.  I've seen her on campus running
around the track when Nick and I have been running the steps.  She seems
more masculine than Danny, but really kind of funny.  She has a dry, guy
sexual type of humor.

"I'll call him," Nick said as he went to the phone.

As it turned out they wanted to go.  We told them that the place was hot
and crowded, to dress accordingly.

I drove.  Nick and Julie talked most of the way to the club.  Danny sat
back and listened.  I wondered if he was nervous about going to a gay club.
He never seems to have any problem at all with Nick and me being gay, but
going to a club is different.

When we got there I walked up to Danny and said, "Just hang near me, I'll
keep them off of you," and smiled.

He said, "No, it's cool, really.  I don't have any problem with it being a
gay club.  I'm just not the best dancer and all you guys are in such good
shape.  I feel so skinny."

I laughed and put my arm over his shoulder.  "Dude, it gets so crowded all
you can do is bounce up and down and wiggle your hips and besides you're in
good shape."  He laughed.

Surprisingly, it wasn't that crowded, but the night was young.  We each got
a beer, stood around and watched the dance floor.  Julie had a half
buttoned blouse on, with one of those sports bras under it.

Nick made me wear (yes, this was still Friday night) boxer briefs and jeans
that are a bit too big around the waist, but won't fall off my hips.  My
butt holds them up.  I had on a tee-shirt.  He was dressed similarly.  He
likes it when we dance shirtless and my pants are down over my hips and you
can see my boxer briefs.  He says it gets him hard.  And he does get
hard-ons when he dances.  Everything gets him hard.

They each had a beer or two more and then we were on the dance floor.  It
was getting crowded but not as bad as other nights we've been there.
Before long, as is the custom, most everyone, and that included Nick, and I
had their shirts off.  Julie took her blouse off and tucked it in her
pants.  Then Danny did the same.  The four of us were dancing close to each
other and Danny and Nick were bumping and rubbing against each other and
laughing.  It's Nick's way.  I saw Danny asking Nick something and then
Nick and Julie walked off.  Danny leaned into me and said, "She has to go
to the bathroom."  Danny and I started dancing with each other.  I was
surprised at how into it he was and how attentive he was to me, or maybe my
body.  It's nice to see a straight guy just hang loose.  I think I was more
anxious that he'd feel uncomfortable than he was.

When Nick and I dance, it's not unusual for him to put his hands on me.
He'll run his hand down my chest, or he'll put his hand behind my neck and
pull me into him, or he'll put his hand on the small of my back and move
into me and move against me.  He'll turn around and move his back flat
against my chest so that his butt is in my lap.

I was having fun dancing with Danny.  He was actually a lot looser than I
expected.  He was having a good time.  I think he was on his third beer.  I
had only one.  (I was driving).  We kept trying to talk, but it was
impossible.  He put his face against mine to yell into my ear and I heard
him say, "This is really kind of fun."  I nodded and smiled.  "I mean it's
not like straight clubs at all.  There's so much energy in here."

"Is this your first gay club?"

"No.  I have a gay friend at home and we've gone out, but it's not like
this."

I yelled, "You dance with him?"  He nodded and smiled.

Julie and Nick returned and they started dancing with each other next to
us.  Danny looked at them and smiled.  Nick is the kind of guy that women
feel safe with.  He's gay, (lol) and he's got this Matt Damon type of
personality.  Anyway, they started doing this kind of dirty dancing thing
rubbing up against each other and it was pretty funny.  Danny smiled and
then turned to me and moved right into me, his back against my chest.  It
felt good in a strange way.  Like I said, he's attractive and a nice guy.
I think I was more surprised than anything.  I put my right hand on his
right hip and held him against me.  I kept expecting him to move off, but
he didn't.  He took my hand and moved it to his lower stomach and we kept
dancing.  I looked at Julie and she and Nick were laughing.  They did the
same thing, only she had Nick pushed against her chest and her hand was on
his lower stomach.  Julie then ran her hand up and down Nick's chest and
returned it to his lower stomach.  He was grinding against her and
laughing.  I, in turn, ran my hand up and down Danny's chest.  He was
laughing.  I started laughing.

Nick looked at me and smiled and then took Julie's hand and gave it a nudge
lower.  She laughed and then moved her hand right over his package and
squeezed and seemed to hold on to it while Nick continued to move.

Danny laughed and glanced back at me and then laughed again, but it was a
kind of "oh my god" kind of laugh; - embarrassed.  I didn't move my hand.
We just kept moving against each other.  I saw Julie making faces at Danny
and laughing; kind of daring him.  He put his hand on mine and gently began
to move it. It felt as if he gave me permission not to go there if I didn't
want to.  I just moved my hand, found his package and grabbed.

I was surprised.  He's got a lot hidden down there.  It was a handful and
he felt like he had wood.  I squeezed harder moving my fingers around,
feeling to see if he did and I could feel something pushing back.  I could
tell he was wearing boxers, so he had no support.  Then, there it was,
pushing right into my hand.  I was surprised when he reached around and
took hold of my crotch and pressed into my dick and squeezed.  I guess one
good turn deserves another.  My dick responded.  He let go and stepped
away.  He turned to me and said, "You guys are funny."  He went back to
dancing with Julie and looked back at me and smiled.

Nick came over and danced with me.  He said, "Did he have wood?"  I nodded.
He said, "Fuck, that's hot."  He glanced over toward Julie and Danny and
Julie smiled at him.

I asked him, "Did you have wood when she grabbed you?"

"No, I do now."

We danced and they drank until about 1:30 and then we decided we were
hungry.  We drove back to where we live and found a late-night diner.  We
all had some kind of breakfast.

Julie went to the bathroom again and of course Nick had to say something.
"So, Danny, I hear you were sporting wood for Jeff."  I poked him.

Danny smiled, "I haven't been laid in almost a week and I could hear you
guys earlier tonight which always gives me wood."

I said, "Fuck, we weren't that loud."

"Yeah, but I think the building is made of cardboard.  I can hear grunting.
Do you guys do it on the floor?"

Nick laughed and said, "Yeah, sometimes we can't make it to the bed."

Danny said, "Yeah, well it sounds like that.  I can't always tell who is
groaning but I can tell when someone is.  Can you hear Julie and me?"

Nick laughed and said, "Yeah, if it's late at night and it's quiet I can
hear you and sometimes I think I can hear her."

"Well, don't say anything, she doesn't know that.  But she's heard you
guys.  She just never thinks that you can hear us."

Nick said, "I've been thinking about poking a whole in our floor and
watching you two," and then laughed.

Danny laughed and said, "All you'd see is my ass bouncing up and down."

I knew this was coming, and Nick said, "That's the idea."

Danny blushed and laughed.  Then he said, "I'd be cool with that, just as
long as I knew about it.  In high school my best friend and I did a girl
one afternoon.  It was hot watching him fucking her and kind of hot to have
him watching me."  He was bright red.

Nick poked me and said, "Look how embarrassed he's getting."  We all
laughed.  Nick went on, "So, tell me, when Jeff grabbed your nuts.  You had
wood?"

Danny smiled and shrugged.  "Hey, look he's hot and besides a hand is a
hand.  Right?"

Nick went on, "And didn't you give him a grab?"

The expression on Danny's face changed.  He looked a little stressed.  He
shrugged and looked at me.  I said, "He's giving you shit.  He doesn't
care," I said and poked Nick and said, "Do you?"

Nick smiled and said to Danny, "Yeah, I'm jealous.  I'd trade a grope with
you."

Danny smiled.  "Next time we go dancing feel free," and smiled.

Good for Danny, I thought.

Nick said, "So, is Julie spending the night."

Danny said, "She'd better be.  I still have wood," and laughed.

Nick looked at Danny and smiled.  Danny just laughed and turned red again.
We were sitting in a booth.  Nick was sitting next to me but on the outside
of the booth.  Danny was sitting across from me.  Nick had the biggest
smile on his face and then moved to where Julie had been sitting.  Nick and
Danny sat there laughing.

Danny said to me, "Is he always like this?"  I nodded.  I could tell that
Nick moved his hand onto Danny's leg.  Danny looked down and laughed and
then looked around.

Nick said, "Oh, that's okay.  I won't embarrass you here in the
restaurant."

Danny said, "You don't have the balls."

That was clearly a challenge.  Immediately, I saw Nick's arm move toward
Danny's lap.  Danny just sat there looking at me and smiling.

Nick said, "Damn, he does have wood."  Danny laughed.  Nick kept his hand
there and then said, "Damn, Danny, you've got a nice sausage there."

Danny laughed and then moved Nick's hand away.  "Thank you," he said.  He
laughed and said, "If Julie doesn't come to my place, can I come up," and
laughed and quickly said, "I'm just kidding.  That was a joke."  Then I
noticed him move his hand and then Nick's eyes went wide.

Nick seemed to direct his hand and then said, "It's on the other side."  I
saw Nick smile and then Danny smiled and moved his hand away.

Nick said, "How big are you?"

Julie was coming back.  Danny said, "7 inches.  You?"

Nick said, "Same."

Danny looked at me and I didn't say anything.  Julie was moving into the
booth and sitting next to me.  Nick said, "He's 8.5 inches."

Julie turned and looked at me and said, "What's 8.5 inches?"

I just rolled my eyes.  I said, "My shoe size."

She nodded and then looked at Nick who was laughing.  Julie said, "You guys
are terrible."  Then she said to Nick, "Aren't you the lucky one," and
laughed.

Nick said, "From what I hear you're not doing too badly either."

She looked at Danny and said, "It's perfect, and besides, it's not what
you've got it's what you do with it.  And he knows what to do with it.
But, of course, it's nice to have it both ways."

Nick lifted his eyebrows and said, "Both ways?"

"The meat and the motion," Julie said and smiled.

We left and went home.  Julie stayed with Danny, and we did hear them.  I
told Nick that I thought Danny was grunting loudly just for us.  Of course,
Nick had to howl during his orgasm.  I blew Nick and then fucked him and
then we went to sleep.  It was almost 4 a.m.


Saturday morning 11:40 a.m.

I woke up.  Nick was still asleep.  I got up, turned the coffee on, went to
the bathroom and peed and got back in bed.  Nick got up and went to the
bathroom.  I just curled up under the blankets.  Nick got back in bed with
two cups of coffee.  He gently kicked me and then uncovered me using his
foot.

I groaned.  I was about to hit him, but he had a cup of coffee in each
hand.  I sat up took a cup and complained that I was cold.  No sympathy.
We sat in bed and drank our coffee and he read the paper to me.  He doesn't
really read it to me, he just goes on.  "Fuck, that fuckin' asshole Bush
said", and on he goes.  He's the kind of guy that wakes up in the morning
and has all this energy.  It takes me a while to start going; a while and
two cups of coffee.  I finished my first cup and without me saying a word,
Nick took my cup and went off to the kitchen.  He brought us both another
cup of coffee.  He hasn't EVEN tried to engage me in a conversation yet.
He's learned.

After I finished my second cup, I handed him the cup, grabbed the covers,
pulled them over my head and curled up again.  I heard him put down the
paper and then felt him pushing up against me.  He stomach pushed up
against my back.  Soon he had a hard-on and was pushing into my butt.

I said, "Forget it.  The back door is closed for now."  He laughed and put
his arm over me.  I tried to push his hand away, but he got to my crotch.
He took hold of my dick and balls and held on to them.  "Not this morning,"
I said.  "Okay?"

He took his hand away, put his arm around my waist and hugged me tightly.
We lay there for while.  He said, "Are you awake enough to talk?" He's
learned that it's good to ask

"Yeah."

"What's happening today?"  .

"Grocery shopping.  We have nothing.  I guess some time for My Roommate
about last night."

"When do I get to add to it?"

"Whenever you want."

He said, "Let's eat out and something other than Mexican."

"Then you decide," I said.

"Thai."

"Right now that sounds horrible, but by tonight I'll be up for it," I said.

"How about a movie?"

"Sure, if there's something to see."  We lay there for a while.  I asked,
"Would you do something for me?"

"Sure, what?" he answered.

I kind of chuckled.  "Get the shower hot and make me breakfast."  We both
started laughing.

He said, "Ah, the baby wants his breakfast made.  Would you like me to get
in the shower with you and wash you?"

I laughed and said, "No, just get it hot.  If you get in you'll get me hard
and then want to blow me.  I just want to shower and then have breakfast."

"I thought we didn't have anything."

"We have eggs and cheese and a little bread.  Make us a cheese omelet and
toast," I said.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  I heard the shower running.
He yelled, "It's hot."  I jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.  He
grabbed me and kissed me and said, "You really are a spoiled brat."  I
nodded.

I took a long shower.  The omelet was good; surprise, he didn't burn it.
He showered.  I cleaned the kitchen.  We dressed and had another cup of
coffee while we both finished reading the paper.

We left to go grocery shopping.  Nick stopped at Danny's door and knocked.
Danny opened the door.  When he saw it was Nick and me, he smiled.  He
said, "You guys got me drunk."

Nick laughed at him and said, "Yeah, yeah, blame it all on the booze."
Danny laughed.  Nick said, "We had fun.  Too bad school is starting, but we
have to do it again."

Danny said, "We had a great time and Julie really loves you guys.  I just
got back from taking her home.  Anytime you guys go again and you want
company, let us know."

Nick said, "We're going to Whole Foods.  Do you want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good."

We said good-bye and off we went.

Saturday 3:30 p.m.

We did our grocery shopping.  We're going to dinner at about 8 so I made
each of us a turkey sandwich to hold us over until then.  I told Nick I
wanted to go for a run but I wanted to spend some time on `My Roommate'.

Saturday 5:00 p.m.

I've been working on `My Roommate'.  Got it caught up.  Many typos I am
sure.  It's called speed typing.  Nick and I are going for a run; I'm going
to kick his butt on this run.  He hasn't run with me in four days.


Hi this is NICK.  It's after our run, I guess about 6:30.  Damn, he was in
one of his kick ass moods today.  We ran our asses off and ran the steps.
I still can't keep up with him on the steps.  I'm all sweaty but I'm not
taking a shower until I work on this for a bit.  We talked about what I'd
write.

I told him I wanted him to write about talking to my mother.  He told me he
already had, but that he'd delete it and I could write about it.  I read
what he wrote and he did it a lot better than I can.  I just can't do it
the way he does.

I was completely blown away by what he did.  I can't believe he did it, but
then again I can.  I think that's the biggest difference between Jeff and
me.  I'd never do something like that.  I'd be too afraid I'd make things
worse and he'd be really pissed.  But Jeff and his family are used to being
protective and trying to bring people together and don't worry about
getting their ass kicked in the process.  If my mom would have yelled at
Jeff he would have listened and then hung up.  If his mom would ever yell
at me I would crawl into a hole and die.  So he made the effort, took the
risk and things went well. Plus he's just ballsy that way.  I'd never think
about getting on the phone and calling his cousins Kenny or Anthony and
trying to mediate things between Jeff and his parents.


He said he was sure I was going to eventually be angry with him for
interfering.  I wasn't.  He said I would have been if things went badly.  I
told him that they couldn't be any worse than they were.

He said that my favorite song on the James Blunt "Back to Bedlam" CD is So
long Jimmy.  Well I do like it a lot, but the words to Goodbye My Lover are
incredible.  There is a verse in the song that touches me so deeply.  It's
exactly how I feel about Jeff, but not the Goodbye part.

GOODBYE MY LOVE You've touched my heart, you've touched my soul. You've
changed my life and all my goals.  And love is blind and that I knew when
my heart was blinded by you.  I've kissed your lips and held your head,
shared your dreams and shared your bed.  I know you well, I know your
smell. I've been addicted to you.

I've seen you cry.  I've seen you smile.  I've watched you sleep for a
while.  I'd be the father of your child.  I'd spend a lifetime with you.  I
know your fears and you know mine. We've had our doubts but now we're fine.
And I love you, I swear that's true.  I cannot live without you.


Damn, those are powerful words.  (I love Jeff's smell and his taste).  I
hope you can understand this, but his smell drives me nuts.  I supposed
this sounds gross but I love getting to him at the end of the day or in the
morning before his shower.  When I go down on him he's got this warm clean,
musky, man-smell that gets me so turned on.  I love having sex with him
after we've run.  His smell and his taste are wonderful.  I mean he's
clean.  He takes two, sometimes three, showers a day when we run and when
we work out, but you know what I mean.

Okay, about the Friday nights.  I think he pretty much explained it.  Jeff
is pretty focused and I think the word his parents use is willful.  He is
determined and confident.  But I am teaching him how to relax and let me be
in control.  LOL.  I love Fridays.  I do think about being with him all day
long and it gets me horny.  It's almost like a first date thing: I'm doing
all this planning and anticipating.  He said that this is just a summer
thing, but I'm going to get him to extend it for at least another few
months.  Don't you think that's a good idea?  I think he's enjoying it.

While we were running we talked about it again.  I think I figured out why
he thinks I'd be angry.  After reading what he wrote about what I said
about sex and that he takes over, I think it's the same thing.  He heads in
a direction and makes things happen.  Sometimes that does piss me off
because I feel like, before I can decide if that's what I want, it's
happening.  I guess that is who he is and part of what is so intriguing and
challenging about him.  And I guess it turns me on too.


About Danny: I think he's a really nice guy.  He and I have talked.  I've
run into him several times on campus at lunch time.  He's not gay but he's
one of those straight guys who doesn't have hang ups.  I don't think he'd
ever suck dick or get fucked and I doubt that he'd be interested in fucking
a guy, but he'd be fine with doing a mixed orgy kind of thing and I think,
if he weren't with Julie, he'd be into getting a blow job from a guy.  I
was teasing him one day and he said, "Fuck, a mouth is a mouth, and I love
head."  He said he'd be into group sex with guys with guys and guys with
girls and girls with girls, and everyone staying with their partner.  We
talked about going skiing.  I told him about what happened last year with
all the guys.  He said that he'd be fine with that. Meaning his being with
Julie and Jeff and I being together, but that he knows Julie would never be
okay with it.  He said that she'd never be the only girl and that even if
there were other straight couples there she'd hate being naked and having
sex around other people.  I don't know why, she has a great body.  I asked
him if she might have trouble with Jeff and me being gay and he laughed and
said that her best friend in high school was gay and that now her best
friend here at school is gay and has a boyfriend.

Jeff just yelled that he wanted to do takeout Thai.  He's going to get it.
He'll probably come back with a DVD, too.  Jeff loves to watch DVD's on TV.
If it's a really good movie and one of those "you've got to see it in a
theater" movies he'll go.  If not he'd rather stay home, lie on the couch
and watch it here.  I like it too because I can grope him and even get him
naked.  If he's really into the movie he yells at me to leave him alone.
LOL.

The sex we had last night was really hot.  A couple of weeks ago I told him
I wanted to have sex outside.  He just laughed when I called him.  He said,
"Yeah, and where would this happen?"  I told him we could drive someplace
and fuck in the back of his car.  He said that would be pretty
uncomfortable.  He's always so practical.  I told him we could find
someplace.  He said we could park someplace and blow each other, but he
didn't know about fucking.

When I got home we decided we'd have dinner and wait for it to get dark and
then head out.  It was about 8:30 when we got in the car.  We both had on
tee-shirts, jocks and loose Nike workout pants and running shoes on.  I
brought the lube.  We drove out of town and toward the hills where there
are places to park and hiking trails.  We've gone there before when we had
Buddy here.  We'd take her for a long walk on weekends.  I was surprised
that there were other cars parked there.  It was about 9 pm and dark.  We
grabbed blankets and a flash light.  I grabbed the lube.  Jeff said he
wished he had a gun and laughed.  We both wondered where these other people
were.

We took the trail for about a quarter mile and then headed off into an area
that looked like there was a clearing.  As we made our way we heard
something and stopped.  We heard what sounded like a girl's voice.  Then a
guy told us to kill the light.

We finally found a spot and spread the blankets.  We got naked and he
fucked me, but before he came he sucked me and made me cum and then fucked
me.  Then we both started feeling weird about being there.  So we dressed
and left.  On the way home we laughed about it and thought we'd have to do
it again.

Oh yeah.  Jeff let's me read a lot of the email you send.  The stuff about,
"Do you guys really have that much sex?"  Dudes, we only do it once a day
during the week.  Well, sometimes twice, but mostly once.  And that's not a
lot.  I love weekends because we always do it two or three times a day.



Jeff is back.  More later.

It's Jeff, again.  I'm not going to say anything about what Nick wrote.

I did rent a couple of movies.  I rented this movie "The Sentinel" with
Mike Douglas and Kieffer Sutherland.  I don't think this movie even made it
into the theaters.  It was not worth the time.  But we watched it for a
while.  We started out with me on the sofa and Nick on the floor.  He made
popcorn and then was on the sofa with me.  He started reaching under my
shorts.  He likes to get me hard.  I guess I like it, too.  If the movie
had been good I would have stopped him.  LOL.

I was lying on the sofa with my legs across him.  He started sucking my
dick, but not like a `I'm going to give you a blow job' kind of sucking.
Just a `let me get you hard and wet your dick' kind of blow job.  It was as
if he was licking a lollipop.  I'm not complaining.  We watched the movie
with him playing with my dick, licking my dick and rubbing his dick against
my leg.

When the movie was over we both were pretty horny and ready to play.  We
play this game.  It's called, `whoever gets in bed last has to make the
coffee for the morning, has to clean up and turn off all the lights and
check the door.  We both dashed toward the bedroom but I got there first.
LOL

When he finally got into bed we wrestled a little and then started messing
around.  It wasn't Friday night anymore and I wanted a blow job, but first
I was going to blow him.  He kept trying to go down on me but I kept
stopping him.  I pushed him onto his back and then went down on him.  I had
him close a couple of times but hadn't let him cum when I decided I wanted
to fuck his face for a while.  I moved and pulled him down toward the
middle of the bed and then crawled over him.

Nick moaned, "Oh yeah," and took my dick in his mouth.  He sucked me; I
fucked his mouth and got close and then pulled out of his mouth and went
back to sucking him after I spit on his ass and got a couple of fingers in.
I sucked him and felt his prostate swell up and harden.  He was all mine.
He's funny when he's getting head he really gets into it; I mean really
into it.  He moans and groans and squirms.  He grabs the sheets and all
that kind of stuff.  And he loves it when I push on his prostate while he's
cumming in my mouth.

When he was done cumming he started laughing.  He does that sometimes.  He
says he laughs because he feels so good.

We talked for a few minutes and then he was blowing me.  When I get head I
love to just relax and let him do all the work.  He gave me great head.

When we got comfortable enough to go to sleep he pulled me toward him.
Sometimes he wants me to cuddle with him.  I did.


Sunday.  8:30 a.m.

I woke up and Nick was awake, in bed with coffee and the newspaper.  I peed
and then joined him.  We spent most of the morning in bed, drinking coffee,
reading the paper.  Danny called and asked us if we wanted to go to brunch
with him and Julie and a couple of friends.  That's a first and kind of
nice.  It doesn't seem that easy to make friends when you live off campus.
All our friends have graduated and moved on.  I think being better friends
with Danny will be an addition to our lives.  We said okay.

We joined them at the restaurant.  They were meeting up with Julie's gay
friends; they are a couple.  They were two young men who seemed a bit
uncomfortable about meeting us.  I don't think they are out.  They seemed
really nice and we all agreed that we'd all go out dancing sometime.  I
think Julie is trying to introduce them to gay men who she thinks are fun
but sane.  Little does she know.  Nick was on his best behavior.

We went back to the apartment.  I had some reading I wanted to do and I
wanted to work on My Roommate.  Nick was going to clean the apartment.  And
besides, there is Sunday afternoon football and half time sex.  You might
remember that Nick has a tradition of having half time sex on Sundays.
This is not love-making sex.  This is just getting Nick off before the
second half starts.  He either wants a blow job or wants to fuck me.  I am
left to jerk off while he watches.

Nick decided he wanted pasta and meatballs for dinner.  He called my mom
and she helped him make the meatballs.  When he got to the sauce he had to
call her back again.  To tell you the truth, it was really good.  He's
learning, damn; now I've got one less thing to bitch about.  As he gets
closer to perfection (hahahaha) it becomes tougher on me.  I need at least
three or four shortcomings on his part that I can fall back on when I need
to win an argument.

He also told my mom about the conversation he had with his mother.  It was
nice listening to him talk about it and how it happened.  I could hear him
from the bedroom.  He was excited and I guess she was too.  Then they
talked about how wonderful I am, so considerate and caring.  Good ole mom.

Of course, the entire time Nick was cleaning the apartment and cooking
dinner the TV was on and he was watching football.  Last year, every Sunday
he'd say, "I've got the apartment to clean (that means football is on).
So, we are back to cleaning the apartment on Sunday.

Typically, we don't watch TV during the week (except for Boston Legal.  We
both love that show), especially during the school year.  But, this
Thursday night he watched football.  There are certain pro-teams that he
hates.  He hates the Packers, the Broncos, all Texas teams, and the
Dolphins.  So, he is for any team that plays against them.  He loves the
Colts, the Patriots, the 49ers, the Jets and Giants.  Thursday night the
Dolphins were playing.  I guess for a while they were ahead.  He was not
happy.  He yells at the TV.  When the Pirates scored he was dancing around
the living room.  I know what football wives feel like.

Sunday was another happy/miserable day.  When the Packers lost he was a
happy camper.  Then the Broncos lost, that made him happy, but the 49ers
lost so he wasn't happy.  Anyway, I was reading sitting up on my bed with
my music on.  It was half time.  He came into the bedroom with a can of
pledge and a rag and was naked and hard.  He made like he was cleaning the
dresser of drawers and swinging his dick back and forth.  I really tried to
ignore him but broke into a smile as I kept shaking my head.  I put my book
away and undressed.  He got out the lube, so I knew I was going to get
fucked.  He told me to roll over.  I did.  He lubed us up and then lay down
on me.  I could tell immediately that this was not going to be a quick
fuck.  There is a part of me that always thinks I'm going to hate getting
fucked like this.  And, maybe if that is always what happened I would, but
when we do this it does turn me on.  I don't know why.  I don't do much but
lie there while he fucks me.  I told him I wanted to get a big mirror and
put it on the wall so at least I could watch.  Oddly, as I said, I was
turned on.  Maybe it's his grunting and groaning, his heavy breathing, his
biting or his dirty talk.  Maybe it's just the fact that he's enjoying
himself so much and there is something kinky, at least to me, to just lying
there and getting fucked; no foreplay, no kissing, just `roll over'.

After he came he told me to roll over and jerk off.  He was lying beside
me, touching me and watching.  When I was about to cum he moved his mouth
over my dick and took my load.  Then back he went to the TV.  He yelled to
me, "You want a beer?"  I said, "No."

I do this to him, once in a while.  Ask him to get me off.  Sometimes in
the morning after he's dressed for work I've asked him if he has ten
minutes.  He'll look at me and nod.  As I said, good morning sex to me is
getting a blow job.  So, I'll ask him if he could give me a quick blow job
before he leaves.  He smiles and is on my dick like white on rice.  No
kissing, no hugging, no foreplay, just his mouth on my dick and then my cum
down his throat.  He licks his lips, kisses me and off to work he goes.  Of
course, I know when he gets home he's going to be horny.

As far as football itself goes, I enjoy playing football (touch), and I can
get into watching it, but not to the extent that he loves watching it.  I'd
rather go and watch a college game.  I went to most of our home games and
some of the away games.  Nick and I will probably go to a few of the games
this year.  Nick talked to Danny about it and Julie is a big fan.  I guess
we have plans to go with them.


We ate dinner and watched "60 minutes".  I refused to watch any 9/11 shows.
We both spent the night reading and getting ready for classes to start.

I called my parents and talked to them.  I do that every Sunday night.  I
wrote emails to Anthony and to Kenny and to Bill.  I answered some emails
from some of you.  Then Nick and I went to bed.  Sunday night is usually
slow, easy, touchy feely sex.  It was good sex.  He jerked off while I
fucked him facing each other.

Well, everyone.  I think this is it, at least until Dec.

Have a great fall.  Much love, good health and let's hope God keeps us all
safe.  Oh yeah, vote in November.  We are both working on a `get out the
vote' committee through a campus organization.

Nick says he loves you all.  Well, all of you who don't bitch at me.  LOL

Hi, this is NICK again.  Since this is it for a while, or for good I just
want to say this, even though he'll get pissy.  Jeff can be a handful, a
real pain in the ass, or as his mother says, `a hard nut to crack'.  But he
is also wonderful and I keep falling in love with him over and over again.
He's the best friend I've ever had and the best sex I've ever had and he
challenges me emotionally, intellectually, physically, and sexually.  But I
think he'd take a bullet for me and I've never felt like that before with
anyone.  And I know I'd take one for him.  (I love this Italian way of
seeing the world.  It's so intense.  I mean Jeff grew up on pasta and
meatballs, and lasagna, and chicken with tomato sauce and cheese on it, and
cannoli and a large family with great cousins and a mom who says `fuck'.  I
grew up with peanut butter and jelly, and chicken with nothing on it, and a
family who never talked to each other and NO ONE said fuck or things like
`I'm gonna get the pot and crack you one on the side of the head', or
`you're going to get your ears pinned back for you', or `watch your step',
when you're sitting down and not stepping anywhere.  And, that's his mother
talking.  Actually, his dad doesn't say stuff like that.)

Jeff and I are now partners for almost two years.  I think I am starting to
believe that this is happening.  It feels real to me.  Even though he talks
about stuff as `our car', or `what do you want to do for our Christmas
vacation,' or `let's try to save money so we can go to Europe again in a
year or two,' and we have an `our' bank account, I'm just realizing it's
for real.  I told him that a couple of weeks ago and he looked at me with a
surprised look.  I told him that in my heart I've believed it and when he
says it I believe him, but not until recently have I wrapped my head around
it.  I told him that it makes me feel good, less anxious (I'm an anxious
person, rejection will do that to you). I feel safe and happy.  I feel as
if we really are partners.  I know we have been but now I think I'm feeling
and thinking that we are.  I'm a man in a life partnership with another man
who I love, like and whom I think is very hot.

We were running when we talked about this.  We talk a lot when we run, it's
easier than sitting down and facing each other.  Do you know what the
bastard said to me?  He said, "So, you feel good, less anxious and happy."
Then he looked at me and smiled and said, "God you're slow."

He's going to read this and say, "Jeez, what's with all this mushy shit."
So Jeff when you read it, "Fuck you, and leave it alone or no sex for two
hours.  Okay, for one hour."


Okay, everyone, this is Jeff.  It's time to pull him away from the
computer.  No sex for an hour.  Give me a break.  If I asked him for sex he
could never say no and last an hour.

I hope you enjoyed "My Roommate Nick".  I hope you enjoyed this last part.
As always, you can email me at

ImJeff0882@aol.com.  Love, peace, a lot of good sex, and happy thoughts to
you all.