Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 08:31:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Deal Slowjoe <dealslowjoe@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Smell of Sunlight - part 1

The Smell of Sunlight - Part 1

by Deal

If homosexual erotic stories aren't your thing or if you are not allowed by
law to access homosexual erotic material, then please browse elsewhere.
This story ignores the standards of safe sex, but the reader should not.For
comments and suggestions, please direct mail to dealslowjoe@yahoo.com.

It was a year ago when I first saw him, during a tutorial for an economics
class. I had just turned 18 at that time, heady with the freedoms of living
away from home and yet paralyzed by an inability to come to terms with the
fact that men turn me on. Now the subject was completely forgettable, in
fact at this very moment I can't even recall what discipline of economics
it focused on. But Eddie, he was real eye-candy, at least for me: solid and
stocky with a handsome face, and back then he wore his dark brown hair
long, tied back in a pony tail.

He didn't stay in that tutorial, which was understandable, because I DO
remember that the subject was so boring that the thought that I'd rather be
eaten by weasels slowly than go through it again still sticks to my mind. I
began to notice him around campus though...

Our campus, Clayton, was one of the nicer Monash U. campuses, it was far
from the hustle of the city: the air was fresh and the earth smelled
right. I remember sitting down on the campus lawn, marking good-looking
guys and just wanting to get laid.

So, anyway, it was a year of frustration and fear until I saw him again in
another class, a lecture this time. He'd shorn his hair close to his scalp,
accentuating the strong nose and light-colored eyes (I don't really
understand it, but I guess people's eyes do change color: his are either
gray or light blue at any given time). It was hot in the hall, so he wasn't
wearing his leather jacket, just jeans and a tank top. I remember being
captivated by the hair peeking out of his top; I had gotten good at
furtively sneaking glances while moving rapidly.

I'm not sure what came over me then, I'm usually very reserved, as
necessity dictated, but I went right ahead and sat next to him.

"Hi, you're Eddie right? Nice to meet you, name's Colin", I said, almost in
one nervous breath.

"Hi Colin, I think I've seen you before, good to meetcha, mate!" he replied

"Oh, I think we've been in some of the same classes", I could barely
contain my excitement, but my brain is used to coping with this sort of
strain.

"So, where are you from, Colin? You look kinda oriental, but your accent's
like a yank's?"

"Well, actually my parents are Malay, they met in the States while studying
there... I'm not really sure about my ancestry, my parents say most Malays
are convinced of their ancient lineage, but me and my brother suspect we're
mutts, you know, genes from all over the place", I yakked on, not able to
stop my babble.

He strode on though, unaffected by my clumsy exuberance, it was probably
then that I was first exposed to his easy outlook on life, it took a lot to
get him riled up.

"Yeah, mate, now that you mention it, you look kinda Hispanic, but not
really? Maybe it's a different combo of oriental and african?", he said.

We were interrupted then, as the class began. I take my studying seriously;
despite all the hormonal distractions I'm prone too (It's insane
superstition, but like athletes, I don't whack off before an exam, and
stuff like that). He was a good student too, I noticed his neat writing in
his notebook, clearly readable and organized. To my annoyance, I found that
I was staring at his thick digits, slightly gnarled and fuzzy. My own
fingers were a source of embarrassment for me: the nails were long and
curved, they look like they belonged on a courtesan. I already embraced my
sexuality by this time, but I firmly held on to the fact that I am a man
first, and a man who liked men second... if that makes any sense.

I had gathered enough courage during class that I was able to ask him if he
wanted to have coffee. We sat on the lawn outside the campus union cafe,
enjoying the java and the wind (and the company, for me). I started to
snigger.

"What's so funny?" he smiled and asked me.

"Nothing, we're drinking java... my dad is originally from that island, in
Indonesia" I replied.

"Hey, I been there, didn't spend too much time though, was a stopover to
Bali for me: he said.

"How'd you like Bali? Nature is still beautiful there, and well kept, for
the tourist, you know. Outside of the big cities, Java is pretty unkempt" I
stated.

"The food was great! a bit spicy for the first few days, but when I got
used to it, I ate like a king" he told me.

"Hey mate, I you grew up in the States right? I bet I know more about your
parents home country than you do" he said.

"That's likely, I've only been there three times, visiting relatives. It's
really a shame that I only know bits and pieces about two islands, knowing
there are loads more" I replied.

"No kidding, thirteen thousand or so, if I recall correctly? Five big ones
and oodles of small ones right?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's crazy! Australia is crazy too though, it's freakin' huge!" I
laughed.

"So how come you're studying here, mate? Unhappy in the States?" He said.

"Naw, I just wanted to see the world... I applied everywhere, but Melbourne
seemed to be the furthest away I can be" I stated.

At some point, hours later, we had to go, but I learned a lot about him: he
lived with his two brothers near campus, and they are already working. So
was he for that matter, as a waiter at the local swanky restaurant. I
gleaned enough information out of our conversation to know that he wasn't
seeing anyone, in fact he was pretty vague about the whole thing. A guy
can't help but hope, right?

I was genuinely glad that I met him, we continued to become good friends,
studying together and spending our spare time just drinking coffee or beer,
and chatting away. I wanted to take it a step further, but just never felt
that the time was right.

About two months after I introduced myself, he invited me over to his house
for some drinks. It was summer then, and the sunlight provided us with a
beautiful backdrop on his yard: a blue sky with fluffy clouds, the smell of
grass and earth tickling my nose.

Now I'm one of those erratic drinkers. I could go on for long periods
without booze touching my lips, but if presented with the opportunity, I
can chug it down like the best f them. His brothers were away at different
engagements and we had the whole place to ourselves. After an hour of
leisurely draining his bottle of Jim Beam, we arrived at a better place, a
mellow, sun-drenched slice of heaven.

"Mate. I'm feelin' no pain" he said, stretching out on the grass.

"I hear you" I replied, smiling at his prone form, my face red and my mind
buzzing.

He was wearing his trusty tank top, a scruffy light brown number with No
Fear marked on the front. He folded his hands behind his back, revealing
the brown tufts of his armpit hair. My crotch has no shame, and my cock
slowly but surely came to life, it was just too much for me to see him like
that, with the alcohol already eating away at my inhibitions.

"Colin, can I ask you something mate?" he said, his eyes closed.

"Sure Ed-guy, shoot."

"Do you like watching me?"

"What? I don't-"

"I've noticed you staring at me at times, mate, don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it...." I was dumbstruck.

"Look mate, I've spent heaps of time with you, and I know you're not a bad
bloke. In fact, I know that I like you. Do you like me, Colin?"

"Eddie, I know I'm sounding corny, but I've liked you the moment I laid
eyes on you, way back before you even knew me."

"Strewth! Then I guess I'm not doing anyone any harm here, right?" He sat
up, and in one liquid motion held the back of my neck and kissed me full on
the lips.

To my shame, I was still a virgin then, but my body knew what it liked and
surrendered to the circumstances. I kissed him back, I opened my mouth and
found his waiting tongue. It was warm and wet and very, very nice, and I
could feel my dick straining against my shorts.

He sat up, hands still caressing my closely cropped head, then he started
to take off his tank top. I took this as my cue to get well and truly
naked.

"Whoah, slow down mate, I wanna enjoy this" he said.

"Heh, sorry, this is my first time" I replied.

"No shit! This ain't mine, not by a long shot, but it's definitely one of
my better ones" he stated, all the while stripping while grinning like a
crazy man.

He was in good shape, I knew that he took good care of his body - so did I
and sometimes we worked out together if our schedules happened to match. I
confess to have fallen in love with his solid form, liberally coated with
silky brown hair. His cock was already standing proud, thick and long and
pointing straight at me.

"You're tasty mate, different, but good"

"Oh? Different but good? You're so bad at descriptions" I smiled.

"We're about the same height and build, so it's not those things. Not so
much hair on ya, but still some in the right places... I have to tell ya,
your smell has been driving me crazy for ages!"

"How come you didn't say anything? You could have saved us a lot of time,
you know." I began to realize that he'd actually said he'd been with other
guys before.

"Sorry mate, I just wanted to know you better first. I don't want this to
be a wham, bam, thank you ma'am affair" he said.

"Well then, how about letting me catch up?"

I knelt down and licked his cockhead, then I licked it the whole thing up
and down, sometimes stopping to suck on his big, hairy balls. I tried to
take it all down, but it took me several tries, words of encouragement from
Eddie, before I was even able to suck it normally. It was my first time, as
I said, but fuck, this was long overdue!

We settled into a 69, right there on his lawn, with the coarse grass and
debris under our skin, slowly pleasuring each other in the dying
light. After some getting used to, I was able to experiment taking him into
my throat. He seemed to like this, as evident from the precum I'd detect on
my taking-a-breath breaks. He didn't have any trouble taking my dick at
all, I wasn't a horse, but I'm not small either. He took me smoothly,
massaging my knob with his throat to elicit appreciative groans from me,
only to go back up and chew on my cockhead. Now he's uncut, but since I'd
never sucked cock before, it wasn't a big deal for me. I found out later
about dick cheese, but at the time, it was just another yummy part of his
manhood.

He started to pull apart from me, and as his cock exited my gullet I notice
that the alcohol must be affecting our staying power. My wristwatch told me
we'd been going at it for half an hour already.

"Colin, I wanna fuck you"

"I'm sure as hell not going to stop you Eddie"

"It's gonna hurt, but I'll try to make it as easy for you as possible" he
said.

As an answer, I led him inside his house, straight to his room. On the way,
he stopped by the kitchen pantry and got a bottle of olive oil. thoughtful
- I'm liking this guy more and more.

In his room, I stepped over to his bed and laid on my back. "Well, I ain't
got all day, bro" I said.

"Ooh, you're gonna get it now" he said as he actually jumped on me.

We wrestled for a bit, and then he ducked down and raised my legs up. Then
I felt his hot tongue on my asshole. Now that was a novel sensation. Not
entirely pleasurable at first, then my brain got used to it and it was
heaven in his darkening room.

"Ohhhh, bro, you said you've done this before? I wanna lick your ass too" I
said, mouth a little bit faster than my mind, just then.

"Plenty of time for that, mate" he said, before he sucked his index finger
and started digging for my prostate (I read up on this stuff, so I kind of
knew what he was up to most of the time). He added another finger, then
another, all the time my ass was yielding more and more, another new
sensation that, although I had been preparing for mentally for a long time,
took a little while to get used to.

I began to enjoy myself then, so before I knew it his fingers were out and
he's messing about with something on the floor next to the bed.

"Aww, what's the hold up Ed-guy?" I hollered.

"Ha! Keep your skirt on mate, I'm just lubing up". He climbed back on the
bed, his shiny red cock proudly throbbing with every heartbeat. He raised
my legs again, this time up to my chest, and I felt his cockhead poking at
my tender asshole.

"Ready mate?"

"Go for it bro, be gentle" I cooed, half jokingly.

Slowly, he began to enter me, his saliva in my ass mixing with the olive
oil on his cock.

"Ahhhh, that's good, easier than I thought"

"That was the head, mate, here come the rest"

And then he was at my prostate, and I gasped. My cock belched cum, and was
harder than it ever had been in my entire life. I put my hands on his hairy
ass, and whispered "Fuck me, Eddie".

"Here goes, mate!"

We fucked like that for a good while, me getting used to the intense
pleasure he was giving my ass, and the secondary feeling of his stomach
hairs rubbing my erect cock. Sweat drenched us both, and the bedroom was
pungent with the smells of male lovemaking. Surprisingly, the smell didn't
bother me at all, and it was a major worry of mine. Instead, it was as if
the smell was a package that was insignificant in light of the overall
event.

My senses couldn't take the sensations any longer, and I began to shoot my
cream between us, encouraging the slippery sliding of our torsos. He began
to shoot himself as my contracting ass massaged his dick, our moans
drowning out the night. Collapsing on top of me, he breathed "Col, that was
the best I ever had".

"Same here Ed, same here."

We held on to one another that night, still slick with the sweat of sex and
falling to sleep slowly, only to wake a few hours later to fuck again. In
the morning, I woke up to him sucking my hard meat under the covers, and
then he sat on my cock while jacking off. I was taken off guard, thinking
that he wanted to top only. The sight of him, hard and slick with sweat,
his solid body heaving for breath, it was just too much for me, and before
long I shot up his ass.

Needless to say, we were beginning to be closer than friends.

to be continued