Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2006 12:05:17 -0400
From: Remy <excalbre@email.com>
Subject: Physics of Infatuation Chpt. 3

	I woke sometime in the morning; it's always hard to tell with the
thick curtains drawn.  I had to do a double take to see who was touching
me.  Here I was thinking it had all been another dream.  I was on my back
and Chaz's arm was draped across my stomach and his body pressed up against
mine.
	I reached up and put my hand on his hand lacing my fingers with
his.  I didn't want to move from that spot, but I also wasn't thrilled with
the idea of him waking up with the desire to kick my ass.  So I gave his
hand a squeeze and watching his face waiting for a reaction.
	His eyes began to flutter open, "Morning sunshine," I said.
	He blinked a few times and I could tell he was trying to figure out
exactly what was going on.  He looked so innocent as he realized he was in
bed with another man.  He didn't move his hand from my stomach as I felt
his body tense trying to wake up his muscles.
	"How's your head doing?"
	That got a smile out of him, "I've had worse mornings," he said as
he closed his eyes again resting his head back on the pillow.  I could feel
his fingers twitch on my stomach but he made no move to take his hand away,
"Damn you're hairy."
	What do you say to that?
	His hand began rubbing my belly, which was quickly getting a
reaction.  I looked him in the face, "Time to get up."  I started to sit up
on the bed but his hand kept me from moving.  The guy was built and
apparently he knew how to use it.
	I turned and looked at his face and was surprised to see a worried
look come across his face.  Now, I wanted to be concerned, but there is a
straight man in my bed, half naked and giving me that face, I knew what was
about to happen.
	I leaned against him and kissed him.
	It began as a soft tender kiss, neither of us overly sure what was
going to happen after this.  I moved my hand to side of his face and
brushed it against his stubble as he started opening his mouth, darting his
tongue back and forth in mine.  I pulled back enough to bite his lower lip
and look at the expression on his face.  He still had a bit of that worried
look, but it was mixed with his body language that was determined where
this would go.
	I kept kissing him as I moved my body on top of his until I was
straddling his waist.  I grabbed both of his wrists and held them down over
his head as I moved from his lips to the side of his neck.  His skin had a
light salty taste as I trailed from his neck to just below his collarbone
and gave him a light bite.  His body pushed up against me but he made no
attempt to stop me.
	I continued kneading on his chest leaving a small bruise as I moved
to his nipple.  His eyes were closed but his face was losing that worried
expression.  His nipples were covered by his chest hair, making for a
perfect target.  I licked his nipple and heard him gasp driving me to give
him a tender bite causing his body to writhe under my weight.  I quickly
began working on his other nipple and felt him growing underneath me.
	I wasn't sure how far this was going to go.  I wanted to ask him
what he was comfortable with.  I've learned from my mistakes; when it comes
to straight guys letting you take advantage of them, keep your mouth shut
and go until they make you stop.
	I slide down his legs so that my face was hovering over his red
boxers.  I could see through the slit that he was a fan of keeping himself
trimmed.  I licked against the material watching his head tip back.  I
started nibbling on his dick through the material and massaging his sack.
	I reached into the slit and hefted his dick and sack out into the
open and was surprised and delighted by the sight.  He was uncut and only
the tip of his dick showed through.  He was about six inches and just thick
enough to make it a challenge.
	I could see him peeking out from under his eyelids to see what was
about to happen and I couldn't disappoint him.  I pulled back his foreskin
and licked just underneath the head and put just the head in my mouth,
continuing to lick the shaft as his hips bucked trying to get more in my
mouth.
	I pulled down his sack and sank all the way down on his dick
letting the head push its way into my throat.  I kept deep throating his
dick, letting the skin slide back up around the head each time.  Pulling
back up I could his breath starting to speed up.  I was in no rush to have
him cum and end this.
	I kept giving his dick small strokes with my hand as I began
licking his balls, taking each one into my mouth.  My hand was being coated
in precum and I licked it off and started working on the head of his dick
again while I jacked him off.  This boy leaked a lot and turned out to be
quite tasty.
	I put my hands under him and grabbed his ass swallowed him to the
hilt and let my throat work on his head.  His hips began pumping up into my
mouth and I could feel his body starting to tense.
	Then he did something out of the ordinary.
	"I don't wanna cum yet," he said lifting my chin, bringing me off
his dick.  He lifted my head towards his face and wrapped his arms around
my back forcing my body close to his.  I pressed my lips against his and
began exploring his mouth again.  He rolled us over so that he was on top
of me, his weight pushing me back into the bed.
	He slid down the bed until his head was just above my dick.  His
hand wrapped around the shaft and gave me a soft squeeze forcing more
precum for the tip of my dick.  I decided it was time to speak up and try
to stop the post-sex-guilt, "You don't have to."
	He didn't respond and just kept looking at my dick slowly stroking
me.  If he kept it up I was going to cum pretty quick.  In a clumsy
movement he tried to take my entire dick in his mouth.  Now, I'm not too
shabby down there, a little longer than him and a bit thinner.  He gagged
and came back off my dick and I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.
	"Would it be redundant to say I've never done this before?"
	I couldn't help but laugh.  He smirked back at the levity of the
situation.  I took his hand and wrapped it around the base of my dick, "Now
try."
	He mouth was incredibly hot and wet as he began going up and down
on my dick.  He was far from an expert, but just the thought of him working
my dick made up for it.  He kept jacking my dick as he licked around the
head.
	I stopped him for a moment and spun around so that I can get at his
dick.  I lowered his boxers so they were around his knees.  He went back to
blowing me as I started working his dick back into my mouth.  His pushed
his dick as far as it would go into my mouth and starting sucking my dick
again.  He started to face fuck me while working more and more of my dick
into his mouth.
	I loved having this beefy guy slide in and out of my mouth with
such force.  I reached around and started massaging the area just behind
his balls and he started pushing even harder.  It wasn't going to be long
before he came.
	I let my finger run over his hole and I could hear him groan around
my dick.  I pushed my finger into his ass to the first knuckle and I could
feel his dick expand in my mouth.  He started to try and pull out and I
pushed my finger in further holding him in place.
	He shot several huge streams down the back of my tongue and I had
trouble keeping from gagging on such a huge load.  I continued swallowing
as his hips stopped thrusting and managed to get it all.
	I figured it was over at that point but he surprised me again as he
continued stroking my dick.  I kept licking the head of his dick as I
writhed from his administrations.  It was only a few moments before I shot
all over my stomach, his face and his chest, one of the biggest loads I've
ever worked up.
	He rolled off me and laid next to me keeping his hand on my knee.
I had to wait for a few before I could speak, "Wow."
	I turned around and looked at him as his eyes opened back up.  He
had the most content look on his face and I couldn't resist leaning in to
kiss him.  He began kissing back and slowly backed off, "I'm thinking it
might..."
	"You have a free pass."
	He just looked at me perplexed.
	"Go ahead and head out.  No hard feelings," I knew it was going to
happen.  He was too sweet a guy, I couldn't help but let him off the hook,
"and I'll see you at school on Monday."
	He got up out of bed and I could hear the faucet in the kitchen
turn on.  I could hear him moving around and then I heard the door open and
shut.  I've hooked up with a couple of straight guys before; I should have
known this one wasn't any different.  But if that was the case, why did I
have an odd feeling about this one.

	Saturday went by fast enough as I spent most of it in a daze.
Sunday evening came around and I started thinking about school the next
day.  Had I made a huge mistake?  Was this one of those things where we'd
avoid each other at all costs?  Or worse, would it warp into a story about
me coming onto him and getting shot down?  Either way, I think I could live
with it.
	I could hear my cell phone go off letting me know I had received a
text message.  I flipped it open and it read, "Pg 239 #2 ans 437."  It took
me a bit looking at it, the number didn't ring a bell, and then I realized
it had to be from Chaz.  I felt the tension in my shoulders give way.  I
hadn't realized I had been so worried about what was going to happen.
	I flipped open my physics book and looked at the problem.  I smiled
seeing that he had gotten the answer right.  If nothing else, he'd
hopefully pass the test.
	The day passed on and that night I received another text and I
noticed the number this time.  Was he still studying physics?  The message
read, "Midnight too late?"
	I had no idea what he was talking about but I was hoping he was
asking about coming over, so I quickly typed back, "Not at all."  I waited
for a few minutes but there was no message back.  Almost four hours of
waiting to see what might happen at midnight.
	I tried to go about my night routines but found that every time I
started something I kept thinking about him.  I finally gave up and just
flipped on the television and let the hours pass by.  It was close to 11:30
when there was a knock at the door, a really, really loud knock.
	I opened the door to see Chaz standing in my doorway leaning
against the doorframe to keep himself up, "Man, what the hell happened to
you?"
	He could barely keep his eyes open and I could smell the alcohol on
his breath, "I couldn't drive home," he stumbled into the kitchen, "and I
owed you an apology."
	He was in no condition to try and stand let alone form coherent
thoughts, "Come in and sit down."  I put an arm over my shoulder and helped
guide him to the couch and he fell back barely able to keep his head up.
	"Quite the booze hound aren't we?"
	He looked at me and I could tell he was trying to sort through a
lot of stuff in his head.  He kept starting to say something and stopping.
Finally I decided I had to interject, "Look, I understand, how about we
talk about this when you're sober.  I'll call you a cab."
	"I don't want to go."
	Okay, I was all for the other night happening.  It was great.
However, what little decency I stilled contained wouldn't let me mix it up
with a guy who couldn't spell his own name.  He might be hot, but even I
couldn't take advantage of him.
	"You really need to sleep this off.  We can talk tomorrow."
	He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes and I felt all resolve just
melt.  The poor guy was apparently going through something that I had no
clue about.  I flipped off the TV and sat down next to him and just waited
until he was ready to talk.
	"Fuck man, I don't want to go," he kept saying.
	"Chaz, you can stay here if you want, I'm not going to kick you
out."
	"If I sober up, I'm not going to be able to talk about this shit."
I sat silent waiting for him to talk.  Apparently he was having some
issues, and I had an idea of where this might go, so I just let him take
his time to talk.
	"I'm a bit drunk," understatement of the century, "so just bear
with me.  What happened," he couldn't look me in the face as he talked, "it
was ok."
	This, I wasn't entirely expecting.  I wanted to let him know it had
been amazing, but I decided I could add to the conversation later.  Right
now, the lug needed some silent support.
	"In class I knew you were staring at me," shit, I was obvious, "I
don't know why, nobody ever does that to me."  He mumbled to himself for a
moment and then I could see his chest heave as he started crying.  He was
trying his hardest to keep me from noticing, but being drunk made subtlety
a bit difficult.
	He paused for a moment and looked me in the eye, "I'm drunk.  I was
an ass yesterday and you just sit there that worried look on your face.
Why?"
	How do you answer that?  It wasn't exactly the time to say, "Hey,
you're really hot and I wanted to see you naked."  I didn't know what to
say, so I opted out for the easy route, "Get some sleep and we'll talk
about this in the morning."
	He nodded, "Uhm, can I sleep with you?"
	"Yeah," I helped him stand up, "you're more than welcome to."  I
helped him into the bedroom and laid him down on the bed.  I untied his
shoes and tossed them on the floor.  He started trying to take off his
pants without much success so I helped him pull them down and put them with
his shoes.  He'd have to sleep with his shirt on; there was no way I could
lift him to take that off.
	I stripped down to my underwear and thought it better to leave them
on and keep this from becoming an awkward situation.  I crawled into bed
and my head just spun from the weird night.  Was he trying to come out to
me?  Or was this a drunken stupor mingled with some hormonal drive?  Who
knew?
	I felt the bed move as he got up.  I thought he might be leaving
when I heard the water in the bathroom turn on.  After a few minutes I
could feel him crawl into bed with his back to me.  I could feel him move
and then felt his hand on mine as he drew it onto his naked chest.  I moved
a bit closer and fell back asleep with my head resting on the edge of his
shoulder.


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