Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2012 11:17:30 -0700
From: Phil R <171.r99@gmail.com>
Subject: The Beatles Chapter 1 Adult Friends

The Beatles

Chapter 1

If it is illegal for you to read about consensual sex between two adult
males stop now.  If you have any comments please email me at
171.r99@gmail.com.  Thanks for reading.


First class of the first day of college.  Calculus.

I stood at the classroom door.  Butterflies dancing in my stomach.  I
wasn't worried about the class.  Hell, I figured I could ace Calculus.  I
was worried about where to sit.  I was racked with indecision.  I was
early, so I pretty much had my choice of seats.  If I sat in the front I'd
look like a keener.  If I sat at the back I'd look like I wasn't
interested.  No, better to sit in the middle.  Choose a nice neutral spot.
Just like high school.  Keep my head down, stay anonymous, and avoid the
drawing attention to myself at all cost.

I thought college was going to be a new start.  Time to come out of my
shell.  Meet new people.  Sow a few wild oats.  But here I was, within
seconds, reverting to my old, safe, quiet, loner self.

I picked a seat three rows back from the front and sat at the end of the
row nearest the door.  I busied myself getting out my textbook and note
paper.  Soon the class began to fill up.  Students arrived in groups, in
pairs and sometimes alone like me.  Nobody, however, chose the seat beside
me.  Soon the room was full.  Full that is, except for the seat beside me.
I squirmed with embarrassment.  It was like junior high school and being
picked last for the basketball team.  I was turning red with shame.  Was
there a big, red, neon `L' on my forehead?  Why was no one choosing that
seat?  Oh God!

At the last minute, the professor arrived, closed the door, and took his
place at the front of the class.  On first glance he seemed OK.  Young, a
little geeky looking, but then what could you expect for a math prof?  He
looked around the class and his glance landed on me.  Was that pity in his
eyes?  Jesus, God!  This was going to be the longest hour of my life!  He
began to introduce himself.

Just then the door flew open and a tall, lanky guy burst in the room.  He
hesitated briefly as he scanned the room for a seat.  I almost felt sorry
for him, he had no choice but to sit beside the biggest loser in the class.
He headed my way.  My first impression of him was that he was good looking.
Dark hair, nicely proportioned body, good face structure, but I didn't
really have time to get a good look.

 I moved my knees to let him in the row and he scooted by me facing toward
the front.  As he passed I felt his warmth and smelled the fresh scent of
his clean shirt.  I glanced at his incredible ass.  One of those lean,
tight teenage asses, like each cheek was an extension of his leg.  I wanted
to reach up and grab his slim waist and pull him to me and bury my face in
that beautiful ass. But wait, I am not gay.  Oh sure, I've had the odd
fantasy about guys, but that's a natural adolescent thing, isn't it?  And I
dated Sandra a bit in high school and although we never did the nasty I
still enjoyed kissing her and felt sexually excited.  What the hell was
happening?  But of course all this happened in just a few short seconds...

He flopped into his seat and turned to face me.

"Hi, my name's Paul."  I was stunned!  He was speaking to me!

"Uh, John," I managed to stammer.

"Hey, cool, all we need now is George and Ringo!"

"Huh?"

"You know, the Beatles!"

"Oh, yeah, he he," I managed to stammer again.  Oh Christ!  This guy must
think I'm a complete moron!"

The prof cleared his throat and our attention turned, once again, to the
front of the class.  He introduced himself, told us how the class would be
graded and some other administrative details.  I could hardly concentrate I
was so aware of Paul beside me.  I didn't look at him but I could feel his
presence, as if the sun was shining on me from that side.

The prof then announced he was going to do a roll call.  That even though
all the seats were full he wanted to make sure he had all the students he
expected to have and that no one was here that shouldn't be here.  He
started calling names out in alphabetical order.

"Adams!"

"Here," I croaked.

And so on.  The list went on and on and Paul's name wasn't called.  What if
he was in the wrong class?  Then he'd have to get up and leave!  I'd be
alone again.  I wanted to get to know this beautiful stranger.  I was
starting to bargain with God.

"Wilson!"

"Here," Paul sang out.  I nearly fainted from relief.

The class passed by quickly and I was relieved that the prof was good and I
was able to understand most of the subject matter.  Much of the class I was
distracted by the knowledge that good looking Paul was sitting beside me.
I stole a couple of surreptitious glances his way but couldn't see much
because I didn't want to get caught obviously looking.

As the class ended I was packing up my notes when Paul turned to me and
asked out of the blue, "So, you wanna grab a coffee or anything?"

"Yeah....yeah, that would be great," I responded quickly.  Then blushed
with pride and pleasure.  This guy doesn't think I'm a complete dork!

The next hour passed in a blur.  We talked non-stop.  Turned out we are
both from small towns and were excited to finally be in the big city.  He
was very outgoing and drew me out of my shell until we were laughing and I
was more relaxed than I could remember.  It turned out the only class we
had in common was Calculus.  The one thing he seemed to lack confidence in
was his math skills so I promised I'd help him when he needed it.

I've got to say that he was pretty easy on the eyes.  About my height,
around 5-10 or so.  Thin, but with broad shoulders and a wiry build.  Dark
hair, of course, and big brown eyes.  "Bedroom eyes" I believe the girls
call them.  His skin had a slightly swarthy complexion, like maybe he had
some Italian in him or something and he had a prominent, but narrow nose
and a bit of a five o'clock shadow which emphasized the Mediterranean look.
I was mesmerized.

At one point in our conversation he surprised me by suddenly stating, "A
good looking guy like you should be able to get a lot of tail here at the
college."

I felt comfortable enough to give him at least a partly honest answer so I
said, "I don't know, Paul, I'm a little shy around girls.  Maybe I'm too
dweeby looking or something, they don't seem to be attracted to me."

He nearly exploded, "Are you fucking kidding me?  A good looking stud like
you.  Come on, take a look at yourself!  Great head of blond hair, fairly
big blue eyes, straight nose, good cheekbones, full lips, strong chin.
Jesus, John, any chick would be crazy not to like you!"

That really made me blush and I managed to mumble, "Well, gosh, thanks.
And right back at ya too."

"OK, so we got a mutual admiration society going here.  But now I think
it's time to get our got asses off to our next class."

My next two classes seemed to go by in a blur.  I couldn't get Paul off my
mind.  I don't know if it was his good looks, his genuine warmth and
kindness or a combination of both.  But whatever it was I was smitten.  I
kept reminding myself I was straight, that I liked girls and that I had a
high school girlfriend.  OK, we didn't get to first base, but I enjoyed
kissing her and it excited me.  I got erections when I did, so I must be
straight.  Right?

When I got back to my dorm room my roommate wasn't there.  I remembered he
mentioned he had a late class that day so I knew I had a few minutes of
privacy.  My thoughts were centered on Paul.  The dark curly hair, the
brown eyes, the broad shoulders.  Christ!  I was getting hard.  My hand
drifted south and I rubbed my swelling cock.  That wasn't good enough so I
opened my fly, pushed down my pants and got it out.  Without even sitting
down I started to slowly stroke it. I didn't have the biggest dick in the
world, but at about 6 ½ inches and fairly thick, I figured it was
respectable enough.  Images of Paul danced in my head.  I imagined him
reaching out to touch my face then leaning forward to kiss me.  In just a
few strokes I could feel the jizz in my balls boiling and an intense
pleasure spread through my groin.  I came suddenly and intensely spewing
endless streams of cum onto the dorm room floor.  I was so drained I
couldn't stand and slumped onto my bed breathing hard like I'd just
completed a long run.  Man it was unreal.  As much as I'd jerked off I
don't think I'd ever had such an intense orgasm.  What was happening to me?
I got off thinking about Paul.  Did that mean I was gay?  No I couldn't be.
I needed to repress those feelings.  I slowly got up and grabbed a towel to
wipe up the floor then lay on my bed and drifted off into a deep sleep as
the events of the day took their toll.

Paul and I developed a close friendship quickly.  So I guess you could say
we "bonded" and over the next few weeks we developed a routing of meeting
regularly in class and afterwards to work on homework.  I picked up things
pretty quick, so I'd help him with homework but once he understood
something he had a memory like a steel trap so academically we were pretty
evenly matched.

We began to joke around a lot.  He really pulled me out of my shyness.  One
day I teased him about being dumb as a post for not understanding something
in class and he responded by calling me a fuckwit.  In fact he said, "For a
smart guy, you really are a fuckwit!"  And so the moniker stuck and Fuckwit
became his private nickname for me.  I didn't mind.  He only ever called me
that in private and there was always and affectionate tone to his voice.  I
thought it made us close.

So the year rolled on in a never ending cycle of homework, mid-terms and
finals.  Paul and I only ever hung out after math class during the school
week.  But because we lived in separate dorms we didn't interact on the
weekend.  He didn't talk much about his weekends.  I wondered if he was
dating someone, but I believed in the principal that one should never ask a
question that one doesn't want to hear the answer to.  He didn't ask me an
awful lot about my personal life either and although we were close we
maintained those boundaries.

I didn't have much of a social life that year.  I wanted to date but all
the good looking girls seemed taken and I wasn't willing to settle for the
dogs.  Sorry, but I've got more self-respect than that.  Fact was I wasn't
really interested in getting laid.  My right hand was my steady date.
Mostly I fantasized about guys and often about Paul.  I was not experienced
and my fantasy usually consisted of Paul and I having an intimate moment.
Maybe just a touch or a look.  I came pretty fast whenever I thought about
him.  I still considered myself straight, but as the year went on and my
fantasies became almost exclusively male based I began to wonder.

Just before Christmas break I asked John how his family celebrated the
holidays.  He said they didn't do much because his mother was Jewish.
Without thinking I blurted out "Does that mean you're circumcised?"  What
an idiot!  That's it, I thought, I've just fucked our friendship.  John
didn't reply right away and I spent the next few moments in agony as my
face turned as red as a tomato.

Finally, in a quiet voice, John said, "Maybe if you play your cards right
you'll get a chance to fine out."

What the hell did that mean?  Was John flirting with me?  Why did I feel
like I'd been kicked in the belly?  I wanted to put my hand behind his head
and pull him into a mind-blowing kiss.  Instead I stood there paralyzed
with a mixture of longing and fear.  My heart was pounding and I could feel
myself growing hard.  I needed to get out of there fast but I was rooted to
the spot looking into those brown eyes.  I swear to God sparks flew between
us.  After what seemed to be an eternity John smiled, but it wasn't a happy
smile.  In fact, his expression looked almost sad.  And in that same quiet
voice came "You really are a fuckwit."

"Moron."

And the tension broke and we both laughed and turned again to our homework
assignment.

He told me that his dad was in the RCMP and they had moved around a lot
when he was a kid.  He said he wanted to major in Criminology and become a
cop too, but that he would work in a municipal force so he didn't have to
get transferred around.  He said I should major in Criminology too, that I
had a good analytical mind, and that I could become a "profiler" and help
catch the bad guys.  I said I'd think about it.

I felt as close to Paul as I'd ever felt to anyone in my life.  Perhaps he
was the brother I never had.  If we were gay maybe we'd be lovers.  Often I
felt I could read Paul's mind and he could read mine.  We developed a
verbal shorthand.  One key word from a shared experience could convey a
complex message.  I longed to be even close to him.  Physically close.
But, alas, as close as we were we rarely touched.

Soon, the year was over and we were scrambling to study for finals and
getting ready to head to our respective homes for summer jobs.  Finally, it
was our last hour together before break.  I was miserable and dreaded the
thought of not seeing John for the next few months.  But I put on a good
show and was determined to be upbeat and not let my real feelings show.  As
usual we reviewed math problems and joked around.  Soon it was time to say
goodbye.  It was an awkward moment.  Both of us, it seemed, were reluctant
to leave.

Finally I broke the silence, "Well, John, I guess it's goodbye for a while,
eh?"

"Yeah, I guess it is."  There was a pause and the John reached his arms out
and pulled me into a hug.  He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.
Really tight.  I put my arms around his shoulders and held him tight too.
It was definitely a "man hug" with only our upper bodies touching, but I
felt his heat and for the first time in a long time I felt somehow safe.  I
guess in reality the hug only lasted for few seconds, but it was longer
than a normal goodbye hug and I wished it could have lasted forever.
Suddenly John turned his head and kissed my neck.  Not just a little peck,
but nice wet, full lips kiss.  And then he released me and I reluctantly
let go of him too.

"Bye Fuckwit."

"Bye Moron."

And so we parted for the summer... (To be continued)