Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 15:22:08 EST From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My Roommate Nick, part 5 The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving adult males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is mostly true; I am taking more liberties here, since the story is about Nick and me, rather than Bill and me. The actions of the people in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The author (Jeff Hunter) claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to ImJeff0882@aol.com My Roommate Nick Part 5 (Nicks is added something to the end) When we arrived at our apartment we were both excited and nervous. I felt strange. We had lived together for over a year and had been living in this apartment together since September, but it all felt different. When we put our stuff away, Nick said that he wanted to take a shower. He undressed but left his boxers on. He had a hard on; I could see it pushing against his underwear. I heard him turn on the shower and decided to join him. When I tried to enter the shower he told me to wait. I did. He pushed the curtain aside and stepped out and smiled. His dick was hard and standing up. He grabbed his towel and left the bathroom. I jumped in the shower and gave myself a quick wash. When I entered our bedroom he was lying on his bed, on top of the sheets. We both laughed. I got on his bed and then lay down on top of him. We both started kissing each other eagerly. He was biting at my lips, I was moaning. I had one of those hard-ons that gets so hard it hurts. As I licked his lips he sucked at my tongue. His hand pushed hard against the back of my head as we sucked at each other's lips and tongues. I began pushed my groin into his. He pushed back. When my hand found his dick he moaned and began moving his hand toward mine. I lifted myself off of him so he could take hold of my dick. We moved to our sides and kept kissing and stroking each other. "Fuck, Jeff. I," he stopped. "You what?" We were both breathing hard. We looked at each other. I smiled at him and said, "I you, too." We both laughed. We kept stroking each other and went back to kissing. I felt him tensing and then as we continued kissing he moaned loudly and began cumming. His cum soaked my hand and then I felt it slashing against my stomach and chest. "I love you, Jeff," he said as he began to relax in my arms. "It's hard for me to believe this is happening." "I love you, too," I said. He started to move down to suck me, but I stopped him and said, "I want you to jerk me off." We started moving his hand over my dick as we began to kiss again. It was not going to take me long to cum. I grabbed hold of his hair with one hand and held his head in place as my tongue went deep into his mouth. "I want you to fuck me," he said. I nodded, as he continued jerking me. "I want you to be inside of me, I don't care how much it hurts." "I'm not going to hurt you, Nick." He kept jerking me. "I want you in me, too," I said, feeling myself getting close to cumming. He started stroking me harder and faster. I held on to him and began thrusting my hips. "Cum on me, come all over me," Nick said. I bit down into his neck and let out a deep groan as I began to shoot my cum onto him. Then our mouths met again. He kept stroking me and I kept cumming and moaning. I didn't realize how much I came until I lay down on top of him. He was wet with cum. We kissed as I kept breathing hard. Finally, I just relaxed on top of him. He began to laugh. "Why are you laughing?" I asked. "I'm just happy, and I'm still hard," he said. I reached down and he was. He moved under me and we made this sticky sound. Neither one of us grabbed for the boxers, we just lay next to each other. I could feel cum beginning to drip down my side, but I didn't want to move. It felt chilly all of a sudden so I moved, grabbed the blanket and pulled it over us. "You really think we can do this with it not hurting?" he asked. He sounded concerned. "I really want to do it, really." "Yeah, just do what I say." He pulled the covers over our heads and said, "I feel like some teenage girl getting ready to become a woman." "You are," I said. He poked me, and then slid down and started to kiss my wet chest and stomach. His hand began to stroke my semi hard dick. He licked his way to my cock. Next I felt the warmth of his mouth surrounding it. He sucked on my dick and played with my balls. I tried to move him so we could 69, but he fought me. I just relaxed and let him blow me. Then he moved and whispered. "Can we try it now?" I nodded. "I'll get the condoms," he said. "And the lube," I said. He jumped out of the bed and opened the dresser draw and then turned on a light. He removed a condom from its wrapper, squirted a little lube in it and then moved toward me. I reached for the condom, he pushed my hand away. He uncovered me and smiled at me as he took hold of my penis and began to unroll the condom around it. Then he squirted lube on it and rubbed the lube up and down my wrapped dick. He looked up at me. "What do I do now?" he asked. "Let's loosen you up," I said. His eyes went wide. "Oh no, I didn't, I think I should, you know. Damn." "Do you know what to do?" He shrugged. I sat up, took off the condom and grabbed his hand and walked him into the bathroom. "I feel so stupid," he said. We'll skip the bathroom adventure that made him nervous. After he did what he needed to do, and left the bathroom, I went in and made sure I was okay. I told him to lie down and lift his legs. I lie down beside him, put lube on my fingers and put my hand to his butt. I began to kiss him and told him to relax. I wet his hole with my fingers. I felt him tighten up. "Nick, we've done this before." He nodded and relaxed. We kissed; I moved my finger around inside him. "That feels good," he said. "Relax," I said, as I began to move another finger into him. He nodded. We went back to kissing. "Stroke your dick, but don't cum," I said. He nodded. "It still feels good," he said. He asked, "When my dick first goes in you does it always hurt at first and then you get used to it?" "No, not if you do it right," I said. I kept moving my fingers around and began to move them in and out of his butt and then as far as I could get them into him. "I think I'm ready," he said. I smiled at him. I got up and found the condoms, unwrapped one, put it on and lubed up. I knelt down in front of him. He lifted his legs, spreading them. His eyes were wide. I moved toward him and then told him to get up on his knees. He looked at me, but then did what I asked. I lay down. "Get over me," I said, pushing him onto me. He lifted his leg over me and then straddled me. "But, I want you to fuck me," he said. "I will, but let's get you used to me being inside you, first." I took hold of my dick as he moved over it. We both lined us up so that my dick head was against his butt hole. "Sit down just a little," I said. I could feel him pushing down on my dick. "Don't yet," I said. He looked at me. "Okay, slowly push down, but at the same time push out like your trying to take a dump." "What?" "Yeah, that makes that muscle relax, or open up. Just go slow." He began to push down on my dick and then stopped. He began to push down again. Then his mouth and eyes opened wide. "Hurt?" He nodded. He took a deep breathe and then began to push down again. I felt myself entering him. I didn't move, neither did he. We stared at each other. Then he again pushed down and more of my dick moved into him. I smiled at him, he smiled back. "The worst is over," I said. He nodded and moved further down on me. Then he began to move up and down. I reached for his soft dick and began to stroke him. He began to bounce on my dick moving me further into him with each move downward. I continued to stroke him as he started to get hard. He slowly started to sit down on my dick. He looked cautious but continued to push down on me, and then began to bounce up and down again. He smiled at me and said, "I'm doing it," he said and laughed. "I like it. It feels good when you jerk me." He continued to bounce up and down. "Fuck me," he said. I began to push up into him and he said, "No, you on top of me." I reached up and took hold of his shoulders. I pulled him down on me and said, "Don't move off me," and then rolled us so that he was under me with his legs up and me still inside him. I winked at him. He smiled. I began to slowly move back and forth inside of him as I watched the expression on his face. He lay still, I guess being sure he wasn't going to be hurt. After a minute or so he began to stroke his dick and smile at me. I lay down on top of him and buried my face in his neck. "Fuck me," he moaned. "Jeff, it feels good. Don't worry, I'm okay." I began to thrust harder. "It feels good to me, too," I whispered into his ear. "You feel wonderful." He moved his face toward me and we began to kiss as I started fucking him deeper and harder. He stopped jerking himself and put both arms around me. I continued gently thrusting into him. I lifted up off of him and sat back on my legs, remaining inside of him. We looked at each other; his legs spread wide, his hard dick and balls bouncing on his groin as I continued thrusting into him. He smiled at me. I took hold of his dick and gently stroked it. "You look so hot," I said, as I began to run my other hand over his stomach. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down on him. "Fuck me, big boy," he said and laughed. I was getting close, I began to thrust faster and harder and as I again buried my face in his neck. "Oh yeah," he whispered, "like that, do me." I felt myself about to cum. Odd, how sometimes a second orgasm can be more intense that the first. This one was going to be one of those. I could feel the intensity of my climax building and building fast. I was thrusting hard, digging my toes into the mattress for leverage and pushing deep into him. I groaned loudly. He wrapped his legs around my hips and pushed up into me. He kept saying, "Oh yeah, fuck, yeah." The bed rattled as we both wrestled through my orgasm. My body relaxed but my muscles kept contracting involuntarily. He held me tightly. I licked and sucked at his shoulder and neck. Nick started laughing, again. I started laughing, too. "Fuck," he said. "Yeah, that's what you call it." "You are so strong." I kissed his neck. "Fuck, I loved it. It felt so, damn, I don't know." I laughed, "You going to analyze getting fucked." "No, but," he held me. As I moved to my side I slid out of him. "You angry," he asked. "No, not at all. I feel great." "I just wanted to say that I felt so vulnerable under you, but it felt so safe. You felt so powerful." I don't know why but I reached over to see if he was hard; he was. "So you going to be able to ski," I asked, smiling at him. We kidded each other for a while and then started kissing again. I had taken off the condom and dropped it onto the floor. I moved him on top of me. We kissed and then he got up. He unwrapped a condom and put it on. He applied lube to both of us and got on top of me. I spread my legs, making myself available to him. "I'll be gentle," he said and smiled. "I can take you," I said. He lined himself up, slowly applied pressure as I let him into me. He began to slowly thrust into me when he whispered, "I am really happy." "Yeah, I can feel how happy you are," I said. We both started laughing so hard he slipped out of me. After we settled down he fucked me slowly and then when I asked him to, he fucked me hard and deep. I held him through his orgasm, feeling that vulnerability he talked about as he thrust into me with his arms wrapped around my shoulders, my legs spread and around his hips. I felt his body tense, relax and tense again as he moaned and pushed down into me. I felt the strength of his orgasm melt from his body. Now I held him, wrapped between my legs and arms as his breathing slowed. Later, I rested my head on his chest. He rubbed my scalp and I guess I fell asleep. Wednesday morning I called my doctor's office and made appointments. Nick was scheduled for a full exam Thursday afternoon. I told him he'd enjoy it. Friday, while Nick was in class, I packed up the car, went to my appointment at the doctor's and then I picked Nick up on campus. We started our drive to the slopes. As we drove to the hotel we passed the ski resort. Nick looked up the mountain and sighed. "We don't have to go to the top," I assured him. He nodded. "We can do that Sunday." "Can't we just stay in the hotel and fuck all weekend?" he asked. Saturday morning we got up early, went to breakfast. We dressed and then headed out to the car and drove to the slopes. I had signed him up for a three hour class for adult beginners. We got him into his boots and walked to where the class was meeting. I helped him get into his skis and stood beside him explaining how to move forward and how to stop. He fell down twice in about two minutes. I explained that the hardest part of skiing is learning. I got one of those `fuck you' looks. I told him that the second hardest part of skiing is learning how to get up when you fall down; another look. I decided it would be best for both of us if I left him with his class. I told him I'd be back at noon and we'd have lunch. I headed up the mountain and started what was a wonderful morning of skiing. It was crowded but it was still a beautiful day. Usually, I ski the upper mountain and try to stay away from areas where beginners ski. This time I skied to the bottom of the mountain and skied by the area where the classes met. Nick was wearing my red and black north face jacket and black bib pants. I watched as he snow plowed down a gentle slope and watched as he came to a wobbly stop. I smiled and headed back up the mountain. At 11:45 I stood waiting for him as he took his last run with his instructor skiing backwards in front of him. He was doing a lot better than I thought he would be doing after one lesson. I noticed him notice me. He was wearing a helmet that we rented for him, and goggles, so all I could see was his big smile and white teeth. The instructor stood next to Nick and talked to him. They took off their gloves and shook hands. Nick pushed off and slowly skied toward me. Nick said, "He said that I did better than most people he teaches." He was excited. "I really enjoyed it once I figured out how to stop. I think I could really learn to love this." I nodded and smiled. "Let's have lunch, I'm starved and then cane we go up there," he said, pointing up the mountain. "He said that they have green slopes all the way from the top to the bottom." "Yeah, I was checking them out as I skied down this last time. They look pretty manageable." Nick said, "I am so happy you talked me into this." We checked our skies and headed into the hut for lunch. When we finally found a place to put our stuff, got our lunch and sat down to eat, he went on about how much he enjoyed himself. As I sat there I felt my dick getting hard. My dick pressed against my leg. I listened and smiled and nodded. Nick said, "I think the scariest part was getting on the lift and then getting off. It's still kind of scary, but I think I can do it okay." "You'll get the hang of it," I said. He leaned forward and whispered, "I have a hard on." I laughed. "So, do I." We skied that afternoon. Nick did better than either one of us thought he would. By the end of the day he was able to move out of the snow plow and into paralleling; it was sloppy but effective. Like I said, he's athletic and coordinated. It's so sad to me that someone who is so bright, (and he's very intelligent), and good looking and so good at whatever he tries, walks around with this cloud of insecurities and low self-esteem raining on him. It was obvious to me within a week of knowing him that he was a decent guy who didn't know he didn't have to play the game. People aren't born this way. His parents did this to him. So why do people think being heterosexual makes for a good parent? We did get back to our room by about five pm. We left the slopes because we were both feeling worn out, but when we got to our room we found the energy to wrestle each other's clothing off. He pulled my turtle neck and long john top off in one pull. I did the same to him. Then I pushed him down onto the bed and grabbed the waste band of his ski pants, his long johns and his underwear and pulled. His socks came off also. He was hard, he was laughing and pulling at my pants, and in that moment it occurred to me that he looked hotter than any man I'd ever had sex with. He's strong, and even though I was resisting being stripped naked, I was only half resisting. He had my ski pants, my long johns and underwear down around my knees but now they were all tangled up and I couldn't move. He was naked, hard and all over me. We bounced from the bed to the floor. By now, I was hard. "Let me get out of my clothes," I said. He was on top of me. He pressed his pelvis into mine and started kissing me. "No, this is the way I want you." "Let's both get in the shower. We both stink," I said. "Shut up. I've been waiting for this all day." We started kissing ravenously, as if we hadn't seen each other for days. He was licking my face and neck, while he began stroking my dick. "You taste good," he said. He started moving his face down my chest, licking at my nipples, my navel and my balls. He was lying on my legs, which were still tangled in my pants; I couldn't move. "Turn around," I said. "Put your legs up here," I insisted, wanting to be able to do the same to him. He ignored me and kept licking at me. "Let me get my legs free." He moved off me. I began to sit up, but he pushed me back down. He took off each of my socks, and then he removed my ski pants and then my long johns and underwear. As soon as I was free I jumped up and grabbed him and got on top of him. I pushed my groin hard into his, holding onto his arms. He wasn't resisting me. He just smiled. "Let's get in the shower," I said, kissing him. We got up, but then he sat on the bed and pulled me on top of him. We lay on each other kissing and rubbing against each other. He rolled on top of me and began to push hard into me. I could feel his dick pushing into my pubic area. "I am close," he whispered. I nodded. He kept pushing into me. His breathing was loud. His body began to tense. He began to moan and almost wheeze. "Jeff," he moaned. "Cum all over me," I said. "Do it." He began thrusting into my groin. "Jeff, I want you so bad," he groaned, as I felt a warm liquid soaking my groin as he thrashed around in my arms. He had stopped cumming but he still was pushing into me. The wetness and his movements were bringing me close to cumming. He rolled me on top of him. We began kissing again. I could smell his cum mixed with our sweat. It was turning me on even more. My dick head was pushing against his pubic hair creating a wonderful sensation that I could feel moving through my groin. "Cum on my face," he suddenly blurted out. I kept thrusting into him. "Jeff, cum on my face. Mark me as yours; please." I was close. I got up on my knees and pulled myself close to his face, while I began pumping my pud. He scooted down between my legs getting even close. I continued stroking, while looking down at him. He stared at my dick. He reached and began gently running his fingers over my balls. That did it. I shot of cum exploded out of my dick and splashed against his mouth and chin. He opened his mouth wide. I pumped wildly watching my cum squirt out of my dick and watching him trying to catch it in his mouth. When I was done cumming, he leaned forward and took my dick in his mouth. I collapsed on the bed, he never let go of my dick. He sucked at my cock head gently. I lay there holding his head, enjoying the feel of his mouth on my dick. He just seemed to be holding gently, slowly passing his tongue over it. I began to feel that relaxed feeling that comes minutes after you cum. He let go of my dick and moved up toward me. His face still had ropes of my cum on his checks and nose and forehead and hair. We smiled at each other. "You're a marked man," I said. He got up, "I want to see," he said. I watched his slender and yet muscular naked body, hurry toward the bathroom. I followed. When I entered the bathroom he was staring at himself in the mirror. "If we were on CSI, Grisham would say, `nice splatter pattern." I just shook my head. I used his finger to push a big glob around on his cheek and then scoop it up with his finger. I watched as he licked his finger clean. I turned and turned on the shower. I looked back at him and he had another gob of cum on his finger. He walked toward me and moved his finger to my mouth. I licked his finger clean. Then we kissed and got into the shower. "I want to go down to the Jacuzzi," I said. He agreed. We washed up, dried off and got into our swim suites. We grabbed towels and headed for the pool and Jacuzzi. After that we dressed and went into town and had dinner. The drive home on Sunday came too quickly for us both. We had a great time. I think it was the perfect thing for us to do at just the right time. We got away alone, we both played outside and inside, and I think I saw him in a very different way. I was always aware of Nick as a person; someone who I always valued being with. There was a level of comfort with him that I had not achieved with any other friend. But, I think, I stood behind a shield, protecting myself. One, I had Bill who was always in my mind as a possible partner. Two, in my mind, Nick was straight and I was not about to get myself emotionally caught up with a straight guy. Now, both letting myself look at him in a different way, and watching him make himself so vulnerable and available to me, opened me up to him and my feelings for him. We seemed to be in an odd synchronicity with each other. As we headed back home we talked about how well he did skiing; how much he enjoyed it, and how much he wanted to do it well. I became aware, in that moment, how much again, I wanted to touch him. He reached over, and offered me his hand. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I took his hand. I continued driving, holding his hand. "I've never done this before," I said. "Hold a guys hand, like this." His fingers wrapped around mine seemed so gentle and strong at the same time. "Neither have I," he said and smiled at me. Then he leaned forward and kissed my hand. I thought it both odd and beautiful that a man could be so soft and powerful. I felt like I could cry. Not a sad cry, maybe not even a happy cry. This feeling always confuses me. It feels like being touched in some very different way; moved. Neither of us said a word. I heard him take a deep breathe. I did, also. "I've been writing stories," I said. "Oh yeah; about what?" "Well, I first started writing about stuff about Bill and I, but lately more about us. It's called my roommate, Nick." "Really? When did you start writing about us?" "About a month ago, I guess." "Do I get to read what you've written?" he asked. "Yeah, if you want. They're posted on a website," I said anxiously. "What do you mean?" "Well, I started writing stories and posting them on this website. Stories about Bill and me. I promised him that I'd do it in a way that people wouldn't be able to identify either of us. I told him about the website and he's read them as I posted them. "I started another series of stories about us." "On line, so other people can read them?" "Yeah, but really no one will be able to tell that it's you. It's not like they know where we go to school, or even what city we live in." "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I guess if someone knew us personally and they read the stories and knew your brother came to town for thanksgiving and that we went skiing this weekend, they might think it was us. But, chances are pretty slim of that happening." "No one really knows Matt came for thanksgiving, and I didn't tell anyone we were going skiing. But, it still seems a little scary." "Yeah, I know. But, really I've been very careful and changed names and stuff. What are you thinking?" "Just wondering what you wrote about me," he said. "I think you'll like it. I hope you will. I was going to tell you when I started to write the stories but I was too afraid you'd find my story about Bill. I should have told you." "What happens if I don't like this?" "This, being what? The stories or the postings?" "I'm sure I'll like what you write. I always do. What if" "If, after you read the stories, you don't want me to post anymore stories, I won't." "Okay. That's fair. What did you say about me?" he asked. "You can read them when we get home." We were about 30 minutes from home. "Let's stop and get something to eat before we go home." "What kind of site is it?" "Well, it's mostly stuff that is sexual." He stared at me. "Where do you want to go?" "Home," he said. "For dinner?" "I don't care, but let's do take out. Now, you have me really curious." "What are you worried about?" I asked. "That I might sound like a jerk, or a nerd, or, so this is a story about you and me having sex?" "No, it's about you and me and sex is included. If you hate it, I won't write it anymore." "How did Bill feel about it?" "Like you, he was concerned at first, but then after he read it he found them very informative, erotic, and interesting. He liked them." "How were they interesting?" "Well, he said that he never got to hear how it was that he was experienced. He said that seeing himself through my eyes was very informative." I looked over at him. "Now, I am really scared." I drove us to my favorite fresh Mex. Restaurant. We got take out. We got back into the car and headed home. "Can I write my story and post it, too?" he asked. "Of course, just so that you're careful not to let on who or where we are; sure," I said. "If you want you can add to my story. That would be interesting. Then the people who are reading it can read what you want to say." He nodded. "You sure I am not going to hate it. What if I see me through your eyes and I hate what you see?" "Read the entire story. I'd be surprised if you hated what I see in you. If I hated what I see in you, do you really think I'd want to be your boyfriend?" There's that insecurity thing again. "I guess not." He sat and stared out the window. We were almost home when he said, "The problem is that I don't really understand why you want to be my boyfriend." "Well, I guess I could say the same thing." Silence. "So, why do you want to be my boyfriend and please don't say because I have a big dick; and I'm serious." "Because you're kind, funny, a loyal friend. I just feel happy when I see you. I remember feeling that way my freshman year. I remember being so disappointed when you said you had decided to live with those other guys. Then when we got to live together I was so excited. I just feel like I can trust you. I don't know. It's this feeling, like I want to sleep with you. I don't mean sex, I mean I mean the sex, too, for sure, but I like sleeping next to you. I think about you all the time; before we started all this. I like that you don't judge me and that you laugh at my joking around." I looked at him. He took a breath and said, "And, you are so hot. I mean you are so fuckin' beautiful." "Okay, enough with that," I said, starting to feel embarrassed. "I'm not beautiful." He laughed. "Our reasons are very similar. I feel the same about you. I feel very comfortable being with you; safe. Like I can trust you. I look forward to seeing you. You make me laugh and not a lot of people make me laugh. I like that you think about stuff. I like that you are so considerate. You do stuff for me and it's like you don't even think about it. You're really the one who is kind." I squeezed his hand. "And, you are hot." "No I'm not. I want to be. I want to be your hot boyfriend." I looked at him. "You are my hot boyfriend. Nick, you are very attractive. In my story I said you have a Matt Damon type persona with a James Franco look about you." He laughed. "Yeah, you've said that before. I told Gail you said that. She said she can see the Matt Damon thing but she said I look like Orlando Bloom. Not like he was in the Lord of the Rings, but like he was with Johnny Deep in Pirates of the Caribbean. You know the brown curly hair." I looked at him. "Those great eyes and that wonderful smile; I can see that. They look alike in a way. Yeah, if you morph the two of them together; yeah, I can see it. So, you think either one of them is hard to look at." "No, but I don't know if hot is the right word." "Hot, is in the eye of the beholder. In my eyes you are hot. When you smile, the way your eyes smile and your lips. Fuck, see, I'm getting hard just talking about it." He reached over and pressed his hand on my crotch. "Really," he said and smiled. When his hand pushed against my dick he said, "And you do have a big dick." I hit him and we both laughed. We unpacked the car, carried everything into the apartment and threw it all onto the living room floor. I was starved. I sat down and opened my veggie burrito, when he said, "So, where are these stories?" "I'll get the site up for you. You're going to have to read all four parts before you decide if you hate them. It's going to take you a while." He sat in front of the computer and began to read while he started eating his burrito. When I was finished with mine, I began to put the ski stuff away and put aside all the clothing that needed to be washed. Then I unpacked his stuff and put his dirty clothes with mine. He was going to be a while. There are washer and driers in our building. I told him I was going to wash both our clothes. He nodded. Luckily, no one was using any of the machines so I got all our stuff into the machines at one time. I went back to our apartment, he was still reading. "Do you hate it?" I asked. "I got pretty nervous when you said stuff about my kinky lists; you know that I would sound like a real pervert. But, it's cool so far." "Keep reading." I printed out a paper, the last one I had to finish before the end of the year, and started my proof reading process. I have a color coded system that takes hours, but I've found that it works well for me. I glanced at my watch; it was almost time to put the wash in the driers. I took my paper and pens with me and said, "I'll be in the laundry room if you need me." He nodded and kept reading. When I returned to the apartment he was still reading. "Wow, you've written a lot." "How do you like it so far?" "I've got a hard on and I want to kiss you, so I guess I like it." "Where are you?" "You're running with Matt. Let me finish," he said. I went into the bedroom and sorted out the laundry. I folded his stuff and mine and then put it all away. I grabbed my skies and boots and put them away. I went into the living room and got my paper and pens and then went to the bedroom again. I sat on my bed and began my proofing. About fifteen minutes later he came into the bedroom and sat on the bed and smiled at me. "It is weird reading what you see. You really didn't add much that didn't happen." "Did you hate the way I portrayed you?" "No, but it is weird. And it is interesting knowing how you experience me and even more interesting how you experience sex with me. It feels like you like me a lot. It's weird I think you skip the things about you that I would write." "Like what?" "Nothing specific I can think of. But, like stuff about how you come across. I can see why you don't because you don't experience that. Okay, like you said several times that I bring you coffee, that I make you breakfast, that I made you a sandwich." I nodded. "But, you didn't add stuff that you cook dinner for us whenever we eat here. That you are such a good cook, that you always go shopping for groceries and that I never believe that you spend as little as you say you do. Like you did the wash tonight and you've done that before. Oh, I know, you left out the wonderful back rubs you give." I shrugged. "The story is about us not me. That stuff doesn't make a story anyway." "Here is something you can put in your story that you didn't know about." "What?" "You remember you said I could play with your package anytime I wanted." I nodded. "And you said that I could do it while you were sleeping, right?" I nodded. "Well, I've done that." He looked at me. "Are you angry?" "No, I said it was cool with me. I really am okay with it." I said. "I wouldn't be with anyone else, but Bill and my friend John, because we agreed that it was okay. But, it really is cool with me." "Well, there were nights that I'd wake up and then couldn't go back to sleep. I'd reach under the covers and play with your dick and balls. It was so fuckin' hot. I'd move them around and listen to you sleeping. One time I uncovered you and put your dick in my mouth. You got hard. I stopped then and covered you back up and then you rolled over. You looked at me and smiled and then put your head on my chest and went back to sleep. Jeff, I was so sad." "Why sad?" "I wanted you so bad and I knew you wanted Bill and probably would never want me. I didn't sleep all night." "I really didn't know." "I know. But what's weird is that I thought for sure you would have figured out how I felt. I was always so afraid that you knew. Sometimes I'd get so scared I'd feel like I was going to throw up." "Fuck, I really didn't know. I really never thought, I knew you liked jerking off with me, but even that we only did once in a while." "None of this matters anymore. How much do you have to do?" "Not much. I was going to start this tomorrow, but since you were reading I thought I'd start it now." "I'm going to take a shower, then if you want you can take one. Then, I'd like us to get in bed, and with the light on, I'd like us to make love to each other until we both fall asleep. I want it to be both romantic and animalistic. I want us to kiss and lick and suck and fuck." "Damn Nick," I said smiling. "I love it when you talk dirty." "Yeah, well, put that in your story," he said and gave me this ear to ear smile. We must have spent two hours all over each other. We kissed and licked. We sucked and fucked. It was by far mostly romantic love making, but at times it was hard and deep animal like sex. I read or heard that woman want romantic sex and men want animalistic sex. So what am I? I like it both ways. As we held each other, and as I felt myself in that wonderful state again, I said, "And if you can't sleep you can play with my dick to keep yourself from getting bored." That was Sunday night. School was hectic for both of us all week long. There's a kind of insanity that comes over everyone as classes come to a close. I turned in my papers. I'm sure they were good. Hardly an hour went by that Nick and I were not busy with our own school work, or work. We kept each other company. Late at night we'd work until we got things done and agreed not to distract each other with seduction. We've always been good for each other as far as studies went. I pushed him when he wanted to stop and he'd push me when I wanted to stop. We kept our love making for the early mornings and the late nights. I think we were averaging at the most six hours sleep each night. Several times we remarked that now we were paying the price for our ski trip, but we both believed that it was exactly what we needed on many different levels. On Friday, we had our doctor's appointment. He saw us separately. We were both negative for all viral and bacterial types of venereal diseases. On the way to our apartment I told him we should go to the grocery store and buy groceries for the weekend and then go to blockbusters and rent DVDs. I told him I wanted us to spend the entire weekend in our apartment naked. He smiled BIG and said okay. When we got to the apartment I closed the door behind us. I told him to put the groceries down. He just looked at me. "Put them down," I said. I walked over to him pulled his jacket off him, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He took off my jacket and then tried to kiss me. I pulled away. He looked puzzled. I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. He tried to unbutton my shirt and I pushed his hand away and smiled at him. I pulled his pants down to the floor and then his briefs. His dick was soft. It looked beautifully eatable. I knelt down, opened my mouth and started sucking him. His dick got hard in my mouth. I sucked hard and gently moved my teeth over the shaft of his dick, giving him that wonderful toothy blow job that Kevin taught me. He was holding onto my head with both his hands. I decided I was going to get him off quickly and as intensely as I could. He was standing in the middle of the kitchen. I pushed him back so that he could lean against the counter. I kept sucking him taking him deep into my throat. I pulled off his dick and then spit onto my fingers. I went back to his dick but started moving my hand to his butt hole. He bent at the knees a little so I could my finger into him. I continued sucking him grazing my teeth over the shaft of his dick. My finger found his prostate. He was getting close. He had let go of my head and was now holding onto the counter behind him. He was breathing hard and his legs were shaking. "I'm close, Jeff." This would be the first time I had taken his load. After that first time we had never talked again about my swallowing his load. I was going to take him the weekend we went skiing but then decided to wait. He reached for his dick, to take it out of my mouth. I pushed his hand away. "I'm really close, Jeff." I could feel his prostate getting larger and harder. I pushed against it, as I sucked hard on his dick and ran my fingers over his balls. His legs shook. He seemed to be collapsing at the knees. I kept sucking and then moved my teeth over his dick again. He groaned loudly as I began to taste his cum, then I felt him explode in my mouth. I swallowed each shot of his cum and sucked hard for the next shot. He was moaning and groaning and shaking. Then, with my dick still in his mouth and my finger in his butt he went down to the floor. Breathing hard he said, "I can't stand, my legs are weak." I kept his dick in my mouth and kept moving it around in my mouth. He held onto my head with both his hands. He pulled me to his face. "Fuck Jeff," he said, and then rolled on top of me and started kissing me. "That was unreal." His body still seemed to tense up and then relax. "I figure I owe you five or ten blow jobs like that," I said smiling at him. "Okay, ten," he said and laughed. "Damn, Jeff, you've got my cum in your tummy." We both laughed. "I want a lot more of your cum in my tummy," I said, as he kissed me. "How do I taste?" I laughed, "Like my favorite thing to eat, a spicy veggie black been burrito." We both laughed. I pulled his pants off of him. He was still hard. I took him by the hand and brought him into the bedroom. Again, he tried to undress me, but after he took my shirt off me I stopped him. I pushed him down on the bed. Then I undressed myself. He leaned toward me, but I pushed him down again. He laughed. "You are such a dick." I lay on top of him. "I really want to suck your dick." I said, "Okay." He did. As always it was one of those roll your eyes to the back of your head and curl your toes kind of blow jobs. He rested his head on my crotch, his check resting on my dick. I looked down at him and asked, "How the fuck did you get to be so good at that in such a short time? "I have a good cocksucker for a teacher." I took my dick and slapped him in the face with it. "Is the whole weekend going to be like this," Nick asked. "How do I taste?" "Like pizza, pepperoni pizza." I got up and said, "I've got to use the bathroom. Lube up your dick. You are now going to fuck me." "I've got to use it after you," he said. ///////////////////////////////////// Hello people, this is Nick. This is probably going to be really boring. Jeff and I talked about what I might write. He suggested I could tell what happened next from my point of view. He said I could talk about how I thought of him starting in September, or even earlier, if I wanted. I tried to describe what happened next, but damn it sounded so lame. I just can't describe stuff the way he does. I wanted to tell you about how I experience him, but it started sounding like I was a young boy who was describing his first kiss. This isn't easy. How about if I tell you about myself, and me getting to know Jeff? In high school I had a few friends, but when you carry a secret inside you, one that you hate and wish you could make go away, you really don't have close friends. I think I started thinking I was gay when I was about 12 or 13. I don't have a clear memory of why it occurred to me, but I remember the anxiety. I remember deciding that no one could ever know. I remember watching other guys and doing what they did so that I wouldn't do things that would give me away. I was telling Jeff that I don't remember the last time I cried, but I never cried after I was 13, because "sissies" cry. Maybe it's true because I've cried more since thanksgiving than I can remember. I did everything I could to make sure no one would ever think I was gay. I played sports, I talked about girls the way high school guys do. My parents wouldn't let me date (I didn't really want to) until I was senior. I had a girlfriend my senior year and went to the prom. Most of my friends went to college near where we lived. I decided to go far enough away so that it would be hard for anyone to visit, not that my parents would ever think to do that. I just wanted to get away and try to be who I am, not that I knew who that was. I knew I'd have to work if I went away to college. If I stayed at home I'd have plenty of money to go to school, but I didn't care I just had to get away. Jeff mentioned that my parents were religious. I'd say they went off the deep end and were trying to drag me with them. I was raised feeling like everything that I enjoyed was bad and could and would be taken away from me. I learned to not let anyone know what I thought, felt or hoped for. I was excited to leave and go off to college. After living in the dorms for about a week I decided I made a big mistake. My roommate had friends at school and hung out with them. I was doing that thing again. I was acting like all the other guys. I never felt so lonely. I didn't want to go home, but I didn't want to be there either. The worst was eating alone. Jeff lived on my floor. I first met him when a bunch of guys played footfall one afternoon and I decided to play. It was the first weekend after the first week of classes. Jeff knocked on my door and said a bunch of guys were going to play and I should come along. He seemed like a nice guy. He introduced himself and told me that he was a sophomore and if I had any questions about classes, campus or the dorms, I should just knock on his door and ask. I had this philosophy class, that's my major, and I noticed Jeff coming into class one day. It was one of those auditorium classes with 200 people. I noticed him come in and then sit alone. The next time the class met I noticed him come in through the same door and sit in the same area as he did the time before. The next time, before he came in, I moved closer to where he had been sitting. I guess he noticed me during class. When we left class he caught up to me on the way back to the dorms. I don't remember what we talked about but he was really cool. I remember being very down and lonely and having a lot of second thoughts about my decision. He seemed happy, but the thing about him that started to come across was that he was sincere, not one of those guys who bull shits, like me. What I do remember is that when we got back to the dorms he asked me if I was going to lunch. I said yeah. He said, "You want company?" I said, "Sure." He said, "Pound on my door when you're ready." I remember for the first time in weeks feeling happy. Isn't it odd, how someone being nice to you can change your day? After that, he and I had lunch together after that class every MWF. I don't remember thinking about him sexually. I really tried not to do that with guys. But, I thought about him a lot. We started studying for that class together. He started asking me to join him and his friends at dinner. He even asked me to a couple of parties. I met a girl at one of those parties. I think she decided we should be dating. That was cool with me. A month later she rolled a condom on my dick and then pulled me on top of her. I couldn't believe it worked, `it' being my dick. It was the most exciting night of my life. I decided I wasn't gay. (Please don't think I am naïve, but I really thought if I were gay, I'd lose everything.) She and I dated that whole year and we fucked almost every time we went out. But what was weird was that I also started thinking about guys sexually. And, most of the time it was Jeff that I was thinking about. But that was okay, I was straight. Jeff and I started running and swimming. I loved swimming with him, because we'd get to use the shower in the gym and it was an open shower room. He and I would stand naked in the shower for 10-15 minutes bullshitting. I wish I could explain to you how great those showers were. Yes, they were sexual in the back of my mind, but I'd never had a friend like Jeff. I showered in high school with friends, but I remember always trying to get in and out of the showers. When Jeff and I showered we'd talk and laugh, he always seemed so comfortable and animated. I remember being so happy. I was doing really well in school. Studying, eating, partying, and working out with Jeff and screwing my girlfriend. It was perfect. I decided to ask Jeff to share an apartment. He said he had already committed to live with other guys. I felt devastated. Not only was I not going to live with Jeff, but I really wasn't all that excited about the other guys who I'd be living with. But I decided that I was still going to be his friend. I made sure I knew where he was going to live and made sure he and I would stay in touch. The next year we again had a class together and again started running and swimming. My girlfriend and I broke up. He didn't seem to be dating anyone and I decided to take a break. I was determined that he and I would live together the next year and we did. But before the end of my sophomore year, his junior year I started dating this girl that was a friend of one of my roommates. She was cool, and I liked her more than my first girlfriend, and we had sex. I was happy. But, at the end of that year the guy who I shared a room with, came home drunk one night. My two other roommates were not home yet. I don't remember how it happened but we were both standing in our room naked with him stroking my dick as I stroked his. What freaked me out was that I realized that was the best sex I had ever had. Yeah, just seeing a hard dick and touching it and watching him cum, while he stroked my dick and made me cum, was the BEST sex I had ever had. The weird thing was I really didn't like this guy, but for weeks all I wanted to do was jerk off with him again. It never happened again. We never talked about it. I don't even think he undressed in front of me. Then he told us he was moving out after the year was over. That was great, Jeff could move in. It was also really bad. How could just jerking a guy off be the most exciting sex I had ever had. All my jerk off fantasies were now about jerking off with a guy and that guy was usually Jeff. I had this wild fantasy of him and me living in the same room and jerking each other off every night. He moved in to our apartment. He started dating this girl he knew from the year before. I was too scared to ask him to jerk off. He really seemed to be into this girl he was dating. I was jealous. I started dating another girl. I started thinking that I was straight, like Jeff, and that the jerk off thing was so exciting because it was kinky. In high school I had made lists, (yeah yeah yeah, I know, me and lists), about different places to jerk off, and methods, and positions. Now I started making a list of kinky things to do with girls and with guys. I decided that it was kinky sex that was so hot, not gay sex per se. (I told Jeff about this next part and asked him if it was okay to write about. He laughed and said he thought I should definitely write about it) Rooming with Jeff that year was tough. He was great to live with. He was a great roommate, but he sleeps naked. I never slept naked, but I started to that year. One night I woke up and I was sure I could hear him jerking off. I laid there, I felt like my body was on fire, I was afraid to move. You know how it is that when you are trying to listen for something you can feel your ears straining for sounds, mine were straining. My dick started getting hard and I was sure you could hear it moving against the sheet. I listened and I could hear this steady movement. It sounded like he was jerking, but I thought I must be crazy. Then I could hear him breathing and then that sound and his breathing both got louder. I couldn't believe that I was laying in my bed facing away from him. I didn't want to turn my head. I was afraid he would stop. I heard him move in his bed. He was doing something. Then I heard him cover himself. After a while, I could tell he was sleeping. I rolled over and looked at him. He was facing away from me. I laid there. I wondered, if he jerked off and slept naked, what did he do with his cum? Did he just cum on his sheets? Then I decided I had to pee. I got up and as I went to the bathroom I saw his boxers on the floor. You know that feeling you get when you want to do something that you know you shouldn't do. I just pasted them and went into the bathroom and peed. I went back into my room and stood near his boxers. He was sleeping. I bend down, watching him and picked up his boxers. They were wet in spots. My dick got hard immediately. I lifted them to my nose and smelled. It was cum. I dropped his boxers and got my dirty briefs from my laundry bag. I laid down on my bed and quietly jerked off. I think I wanted him to wake up and hear me, but he didn't. Damn, I sound like a real jerk, don't I? It was hard going to sleep with him in the next bed. I'd lay there hoping he'd think I was asleep and start jerking off. But that wasn't happening, until one night when I got home and went to bed. He came in late. I made sure I was laying facing his bed. He whispered my name, but I made out like I was asleep. I heard him get undressed. He went into the bathroom and peed. He closed our bedroom door, walked over to his bed, his back to me, and then took off his boxers. He didn't throw them toward the closet like he sometimes does. He took them into bed with him. My heart started beating so hard I thought he could hear it. He laid in his bed with his back toward me. He started to jerk off. I could see his arm moving, I could hear that sound and then his breathing. He started to do something then I figured out he was putting his boxers down so he could cum on them. After he did that he moved the sheet down. His butt was out. I watched his arm jerking his dick and watched as his ass flexed and then I heard him breathing hard but very quietly as he shot his load. When he was done he wadded up his boxers sat up in his bed and threw them into his closet. He laid down, covered himself and fell asleep. All I could think about was his cummy underwear. It sounded like he was asleep. I sat up in my bed and watched him. He was sleeping. I could see his boxers. I got up and kicked his boxers toward the door, I opened the door and kicked them into the hall, picked them up and the went into the bathroom. They were wet in one spot and in the middle of the wet spot was a very thick white gob of cum. By this time I was standing in the bathroom jerking my dick hard. I took that gob of cum into my hand and rubbed it on my dick. Then I moved his boxers to my face and took a deep breath. I think I cummed in about ten seconds into the bathroom sink. After that night I started to jerk off an appropriate period of time after we went to bed. I'd wait so that it seem like he should be asleep, but I thought he was probably still awake. I wanted him to hear me, like I heard him. One time when I was jerking off I could have sworn he was jerking off too. Damn, I just read this and I really do sound like a pervert. I'm not really, I was just so confused and wanting to have sex with him, and not wanting to be gay. I think this is as close as I would allow myself to come to having sex with him, or think that I could ever come. We talked about sex a lot. Not fucking girls, but about sex. What it is, why people have to have an orientation? Why do people try to control sex? I was taking a philosophy class that dealt with such questions and we both found the subject very interesting. We talked about it almost every time we went for a run, which was once again often. I remember the night I told him that I thought that someday I'd have sex with a guy just to see what it was like. He told me that he had sex with a guy in high school now he `hooked up' with a friend three or four times a year. I don't know how to tell you what I experienced. My brain circuits went into overload. He told me he jerked off with a friend in high school. Would he jerk off with me? All this time I've known him and he's having sex with a friend. Could I be a friend like that? Why didn't I tell him I wanted to have sex with him? Now he was graduating. Now he had a girlfriend. I had that feeling of everything I want slips away because I'm too afraid to take what I want because if I try to take it, it will slip away. I now call this a `major mind fuck'. You know most of the rest of the story. Except that when his girlfriend broke up with him he was really upset. I wanted to tell him he could have me, but I decided I shouldn't. Besides, I had a girlfriend. Jeff and I started jerking off and then jerked each other off a couple of times. I was again in overload. I wanted to be doing this and be straight. Jeff was doing it and he was straight, or bisexual. All I knew was that I couldn't like him too much. When he found out he was going to do his masters degree here I almost shot a load in my pants. As soon as he told me I told him he and I should get an apartment. A one bedroom apartment. He said, okay, and again I was really happy and scared. I began to realize that I had more feeling for him than for my girlfriend. I knew if he found out that I felt the way I felt, he wouldn't want to live with me. It was like I could really like him if we weren't having sex, but if we were having sex then I couldn't really like him. If I did both, then I'd be gay. The summer break came too quickly, but also, just in time, if that makes sense. I wanted to go home, an unbelievable statement on my part, get away from my girlfriend, and start moving time ahead so that Jeff and I could be roommates. I also got a job and made money so that I didn't have to work as much as I usually did. Jeff and I talked and emailed often during the summer. We both came to school early, he because he wanted to get started on stuff because this would be his first year of grad school. I came early because I could start working here and because I wanted to see Jeff. It wasn't long before we started living together that I began to realize that this guy he was having sex with was not just a friend, but when he'd talk about his friend he seemed to be emotionally involved. Each time he talked about the fun they had camping and skiing my stomach sunk. At the same time he and I started jerking off again. I remember that night that he and I went to a party and got drunk. I remember the sex and I remember asking him if I could sleep with him. I really thought he would say no, but I was drunk enough not to care. But he said yes. It was that night that I realized that I was really gay, that I was falling or had fallen in love with Jeff and that he was not in love with me. I had slept with my girlfriends in the past, but it never felt like this. I didn't care. It was great to be in bed with him and since this other guy lived someplace else I was sure Jeff and I would get to do this and other stuff. I remember talking to him about jerking off at the urinal and it felt great to see him nervous and excited. He's always so secure, or confident. It's weird he has good self esteem, but isn't a jerk. It was great seeing him not so confident and excited. I guess I could talk about jerking off during half time. That was really a lot of fun, but after, it scared the shit out of me. I could tell you about when he went away for the weekend to `hook up' (as he calls it) with his friend. I could tell you what it was like when he came back and I figure out that Bill was the guy he was `hooking up' with, as he says, but that is just more about me feeling that sinking sick feeling. I knew he loved Bill and I knew he really liked this guy he was meeting to play with. When I found out they were the same guy I knew I could never compete with him. I had broken up with my girlfriend. Oddly I felt really good about doing that. Not because of her, but I was being so dishonest with her about my feelings it was terrible and I was feeling so guilty. She's a nice person and she deserves to have someone who really wants her. Not someone like me who wanted to be with a guy, okay, wanting to be with Jeff. Besides, I think she had figured that out. I could talk about my brother the jerk, but I think Jeff covered most of that. The thing I remember the most about Matt's visit was that night he arrived. That night when we all went to bed and I talked Jeff into let me blow him. I thought about kissing Jeff many times before, mostly in my jerk off fantasies. I figured that we would do a lot of sexual stuff, but I was sure kissing was out of the question. I don't know why, but it really seemed like if I tried to kiss him he'd be upset. When he told me that I could kiss him with his cum in my mouth I felt my skin start to burn all over. I really don't want to sound gooey, really. When I put my mouth on his and we touched tongues my body felt like it was going to start shaking all over. When he kept kissing me and started sucking at my tongue, well, you know those moments when things stop, or you get that surreal feeling, or you can't breath, this was one of those moments. He said I should tell you how I feel or felt. I wished we both had braces and they got tangled and we'd have to stay like that all night long. I love the way he kisses back. NO girl ever kissed me like that. No, really. Okay, so maybe part of it is that he's a guy, but I really do think it's the way he kisses too. I went from that feeling the night that Matt arrived on Tuesday to how I felt when Matt left on Saturday when the `shit hit the fan'. I really thought it was all over for me. I was sure Jeff would tell me that the sex had to stop, that he and I would be just friends and that he might be moving out. Those three days that Jeff asked me not to talk about stuff after I told him that I was in love with him were the worst three days of my life. I was convinced he was looking for someplace else to live. Damn, I can't even write this without crying. Sorry. It really is weird that he is going to read this. You really are a great kisser, stud. All I wanted from him was for him to say, I really like you, let's live together and be friends. I would have been more than happy to go back to running with him, yeah he really has these work out `runathons' as I call them. I think he was a marine drill sergeant in his previous life. I would have been happy to just forget everything that had happened. But I know Jeff, and I knew that wasn't going to happen. When he called me on Tuesday I saw it was him on my caller ID. I couldn't answer the phone. Then I called and got the message. I wanted to tell him that I couldn't meet him for dinner. I've heard that when you have bad news to give someone you should do it in a public place so that they can't get too emotional. But then I decided it would be better to hear in public so that it would be over quickly. When I got there I couldn't believe he ordered and wanted me to order a burrito. I couldn't believe when he started eating his. He was going to tell me that he was moving out while he was eating dinner. I wondered what he'd look like wearing my burrito. I guess I started to do that thing that I do sometimes. I start talking so the other person can't. I never get very far with that with Jeff. I don't remember a lot of what he said, yeah I was in overload again. What I do remember is before he said anything to me I was sure I was going to start to cry. I don't think it was until he started talking about going skiing that I realized it wasn't as bad as I thought. I don't think it was until we were leaving to go home that I realized that he wanted to be my boyfriend. Okay, I'm not going to get sloppy, gooey, and emotional now. He's really not all that. He doesn't walk on water, he can't part the sea, and he is the worst singer that I've ever heard. And when you ride in a car with him, or he has his IPOD on, he thinks nothing of singing along. But, he is a good cook, he is very kind and considerate most of the time, he loves being the teacher, he is a good skier, he is really really passionate when we make love, he's a great kisser (did I say that already) and he writes a nice story. I tried to think of how to describe him. He's a little taller than me so he's probably about 5 11. He's got brown hair and eyes, but they are really big, his eyebrows make them look even bigger. He has one of those cool straight noses that isn't too big but big enough so it fits his face. He has a wonderful smile, and when he smiles he tilts his head down and to the left for some odd reason. But it looks so seductive. And his body is the most `lickable' of any I've seen. He's got one of those bodies like you see on all those teen shows on TV, like in OC. You know, a Justin Timberlake type body only better. Oh yeah, this is funny. That first time we played football my freshman year, of course he was on the team that was shirtless. We'd run a play and his jeans would be sitting far down on his hips. His boxers would be just above where his jeans were. I kept waiting to see the top of his pubic hair, but never did. He'd pull up his pants after each play but they'd just fall down to his hips again. I kept wondering what the fuck kept his pants from falling all the way down. It was his butt. Nice butt. I guess it's playing baseball in high school, that where he started this running steps thing. Have you ever done that, damn, that's a bitch. Well he's going to read this, so I won't say anything else nice about him or he'll get to be full of himself. Oh yeah, he gives the best back rubs every. He didn't include that in the story. He'd rub my back, like a sports massage, not like a relaxation massage. He'd dig his fingers into all those spots that make your eyes roll in your head and make you plead for him to stop. And he knows the pressure points in your butt that make me see stars. Those are wonderful after his stairs work out. He's teaching me to do him too. I mean massage him like that. Oh there is one more thing. Yesterday, Jeff told me that his mom is knitting a stocking cap and scarf for me for a Christmas present. She's knitting it in cashmere. She's knitted him a couple. He likes cashmere because wool makes his head itch. So now she's knitting me a cap and scarf. I am really in overload. We're going there for Christmas eve and Christmas dinner. We are going on the 23rd and coming back here on the 26th. I am so nervous. Jeff told me that his parents know about us. He told me that his dad is getting me something too. He asked Jeff what the sleeping arrangements should be. Fuck, can you believe this. When Jeff told me what his dad asked, Jeff said my face turned white. I asked Jeff what he said. Jeff said, "Well dad if it's okay with you and mom he can sleep in my room with me." I said to Jeff, "You have two beds in your room, right?" He just laughed. He said that his dad said that was okay. I told him he wasn't getting sex when we are at his parent's house. He just laughed at me. I have to get his mom and dad gifts. I don't know what to get. Enough from me. NICK ///////////////////////////// Well, that was Nick. What I haven't told him is that my parents are having 25-30 family members over for dinner on Christmas day. My mom comes from a very large family. She has a gay brother who she loves very much and who will be there with his partner. If he doesn't read this after it is posted he won't know until we get there. I figure it is better that way so he doesn't go into overload, as HE says. It will all be cool. I know my parents are going to love him. He and my mom will get along fine. He's okay with me writing about him and me. But, I am not sure it would be good for us. I've been thinking that it might be like me talking to friends about us fucking; only he'd get to hear it. Maybe, I'll write about our Christmas visit home. That should be fun. I think I might add stuff once in a while if people are interested. More about interesting things we do, and maybe kinky stuff we try that we agree would be fun to write about. I don't want this to be like a reality show, "Life with Nick and Jeff". Maybe I'll try my hand at fiction. That might be fun. I have a couple of ideas. Anyway, I want to thank all of you for being so supportive. You know I want to write and sometimes I get really discouraged. I usually don't like most of what I write, but your support has been great. Nick is always very supportive, but he thinks I walk on water. LOL I hope you guys are enjoying this. Please email me and let me know. ImJeff0882@aol.com.