Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2012 04:21:18 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Well that was unexpected chapters 1 (Revised)

O.K., the usual warnings apply: This story contains sex between males of
consenting age, and if your state or country does not allow such material
to be read, or you are offended by male-on-male sex and you are under the
age of 18, please leave this story now. Otherwise, enjoy Josh's continuing
journey

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Written by David S

Edited by Russ J

E-mail justdave68@hotmail.co.uk

Well That Was Unexpected

By Dave S

Chapter 1

It was a very hot night sitting in the dorm; just the three of us sweating
like cheap hookers. The AC was on the fritz again and the heat was almost
unbearable. My name is Josh, and I am 19 years old, the same age as my
friends. We all came to the same college, as we had been tight since we
were kids and it didn't feel right to separate. Todd, one of my best
friends, shares this room with me, while Dale, my best friend, lost the
coin toss and now shares with some guy called Ty. They seem to get on, but
Ty does not hang with us.

There aren't any secrets between us. We all shared when we lost our
virginity around the same time in high school. Yeah...prom. What a night
that was! When I say no secrets, I actually do have one I haven't shared
with them and don't intend on telling them anytime soon. I think I am gay;
well, I'm almost sure to be honest, as my fantasies are all guy-related and
very rarely include girls anymore, unless it's a bisexual fantasy.

So, we are sitting in my room and the heat is unbearable. Todd slips his
shirt off, as do I, shortly followed by Dale. Let me describe my friends in
detail: Todd is about six feet tall, dirty blonde hair, worn surfer style,
and has very little hair otherwise, except the treasure trail leading to
the promised land, as he called it. He has the perfect six-pack, and
well-defined muscle tone. All in all, Todd is perfect, and, definitely part
of many of my wet dreams. Dale is about 5' – 8" and, well, has deep blue
eyes that the girls love. He can get a girl's panties off without even
talking. He is so damn hot! His hair is jet black—not dyed. It's all
natural and, God, he has me sweating just looking at him. Yes, my friends
are hot as fuck. Mind you, I am not missing out on the good looks front
either. There is not an ounce of fat on me. Swimming for the school saw to
that. I don't have a blemish on my skin, and my hair is a light brown, worn
short, as I like it.

We just sat there hoping that the AC would kick in, but it never did. We
started rambling on about our sexual prowess and our conquests, or, in my
case, lack thereof. Girls just don't do it for me. Don't get me wrong; I've
kept up appearances with cheerleaders and such. I even got laid at the
prom, but still, it never really sent out fireworks for me. The bull
shitting continued, with Dale telling his tale.

Dale started talking about this girl who he had in his room, when,
according to him, he and Ty tag- teamed her for almost two hours. She was
totally fucked by the end, as he claims he fucked her solid for 45 minutes
without a break. Yeah, I boned up just at the thought of it. "God, it's too
fucking hot," I moaned. And then Todd mentioned that he got a blow Job off
Megan Richards during a lunch break, and we just looked at him and
smiled. "Wow, fuck. Well done, dude," Dale said to him with that shit-faced
grin of his. It got so hot we all shook out of our jeans and just wore
shorts, as that felt better, except it was now much harder to hide my very
apparent boner. My own sexual experiences have been limited, so I had
little to contribute to the conversation other than my already-told prom
escapades. At least I am no virgin.

But, I first had sex with a guy when I was 18 after a football game. It
wasn't planned. I was out with my younger brother and bumped in to Kyle,
one of the guys on my swim team. We were chatting, and my dad picked up my
brother, with him reminding me that my curfew was midnight, "...and don't
be late or next weekend will be ten."

Well, Kyle and I talked and went for a walk. Nothing obvious was happening,
and I never picked up on any signals that he was flirting with me. Nobody
even suspected that about me, so I never anticipated him grabbing my behind
the bleachers and kissing me! At first I recoiled and he looked shocked;
but then I grabbed him and we kissed for almost 20 minutes. His parents
were out, so we went back to his place, and, well, you can guess what was
next for two horny 18-year-old dudes. He fucked me hard! He took his time
to get me ready, which was good and slow, and then I returned the
favour. So, needless to say, I didn't brag about this experience to Dale
and Todd this night.

For some reason over the last couple of days Dale has been a bit off with
me, and I don't have a clue why. He usually can't shut up. Apart from his
tag-team story, which he really told to Todd anyway. His side of our
conversations were short and to the point; no small talk, no buddy
banter. "Dale, what's up dude?" I asked. "What do you mean?" he asked
sharply. "I don't know, dude. Have I done something to piss you off?" I
asked. "No more than usual," he replied. "Well, what gives? You've been off
with me all week, bro." I stated. "Just leave it, Josh," he replied. "Oh,
so there is something," I said. Then Todd spoke up, "Yeah Dale, What gives?
I have noticed this atmosphere as well, dude. And it's not the AC."

"I don't want to have this conversation now," Dale said.

"Well I do. So spill!" I said forcefully. I hate us fighting. Especially
since I don't have a clue what this was about.

"I saw you," he responded. "I saw you, dude."

"You saw what?" asked Todd.

"He knows," he replied.

"You saw what, exactly?" I asked with a bit of concern.

"You really want to have this out now, Josh?" he looked at me with a look I
could not work out, but I just nodded.

"Monday night I drove from the mall. I drove down Cooper Street, dude."

I began to panic now. What the fuck had he seen? I started to shake with
fear. Had I just been busted by my best friend?

Let me explain Cooper Street to you.

About 10 miles outside of the main campus area there are a few places to go
to get your freak on. But Cooper Street is a well-known gay pick-up area,
and I was out on the scout on Monday night. So, yeah, a sense of panic
swiped over me.

"I saw you, Josh," he repeated.

"What's Cooper Street?" inquired Todd.

I, at this point, was in total shock and stared hard at the floor. I was
freaking out here. I was being confronted by Dale. Dear, sweet, not a
vindictive bone in his hot-as-fuck body, Dale. Dale, who had fuelled my
thoughts as I jacked off many a time. And, here he was, just staring at me
with those eyes, those blue eyes. Shit! Keep looking at the floor. Don't
look up. Don't.

"So. What gives?" he asked. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I was
dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say. How could I explain? What had Dale
seen? Is my life over? Do they know? How will they treat me if they do
know? I've known these two guys most of my life, and I'm about to have the
conversation from hell.

"What the fuck is Cooper Street?!!" Todd yelled.

"It's a fag pick up place, dude," Dale answered.

Well that sort of answers that part of my question. He used the `F' word,
and I'm well and truly fucked. He will tell my dad and my brother. He will
probably kick my ass. My life is over. I'm going to lose my friends, and I
am going to be branded a `faggot' and my best friends will spread it
about. I'm fucked.

"Okay. What's that got to do with Josh?" he asked.

"Do you want to tell him, Josh?" he asked me.

"I don't know what you are talking about, Dale. So drop it, and stop
accusing me of anything, okay? So just fucking drop it!" I yelled.

"You wanted to have this out! The box is open, so come on, spill! Remember,
I saw you. I saw everything," he scowled at me.

I just stood up and started to walk out, and said, "If you have any care
for me you, will drop it and talk to me in private, Dale. You owe me that
much." He said nothing, and I looked at him and Todd and left the room.

Had he seen everything? Shit. I walked out into the square outside our dorm
complex and panicked. Where will I go? What will I do? Will he spread
rumours about me? I have been here three weeks. I'm just a freshman and my
college life is ruined. And, by my best friend. What did he see? I was
discrete. Well, okay, not totally, but I was in the back alley with
him. How could he see me? He couldn't have seen me. He might have seen me
going around the back, but he couldn't have seen me sucking him off, could
he?

Drugs. I could tell him I was buying weed. That could work, couldn't it?
Will he believe me? I would rather be branded a pothead than a faggot at
college any day. But he was adamant he saw everything. But how could he?

"Josh," I heard someone shouting in my direction. "Josh, wait up," Dale
yelled at me. I looked over to him and he was alone, walking towards
me. "Okay, we are alone. So, what gives, dude?" he asked, with a bit of
venom in his speech as he looked at me. "What did you say to Todd?" I asked
softly. "Nothing yet," he replied. "But I will if you don't start talking
to me. Cooper Street," he repeated. "I was buying weed," I responded, and
he looked at me with the look of a concerned parent, and then
smirked. "Okay, so you are just going to bullshit me and lie. Is that it,
Josh?" he said again, with venom. "That's the truth. I was buying weed. End
of story," I repeated, and he started to walk away.

"I parked at the back of the alley, dude. I was worried when I saw you go
round back, so I drove round the back, Josh. And what I saw wasn't you
buying drugs!" he yelled at me, and my world just collapsed around me.

And all went dizzy. The area in front of me disappeared. I blacked out.

"JOSH! Fuck's sake, Josh, are you okay, dude? Speak to me, JOSH!!!"

I slowly opened my eyes and I saw Dale, with genuine concern in those eyes
of his. "Josh, you okay, dude? Speak to me, Josh!" he shouted at me to wake
me up. "What happened?" I asked. "Fuck do I know. You just dropped," he
said, with concern again in his voice. I sat up and looked at him, but not
into his eyes. I couldn't look at his eyes and see the disgust that would
be there. And he started to speak again to me, but without the venom that
he first spoke with. "I saw what you were doing with that guy, Josh." I
looked again at him, and couldn't determine what to say to make things
better. I was at a loss. My life as I knew it was over. My friends will
walk away from me. I'm fucked.

"You don't have to worry anymore. I will move out of the dorm in the
morning," I said, without any substance to my words. He looked shocked at
what I was saying, and he said something to me unexpected, "What the fuck
are you talking about moving out, you dumb ass?" And I was the one to look
shocked. "Dude, just talk to me. I didn't want to have this out tonight. I
was going to wait until Todd went home this weekend so we could talk," he
said with some resemblance, again, of concern. "But we definitely need to
talk." I nodded, and he ruffled my hair like he always did.

We went for a walk around the campus and sat under an oak tree well away
from prying ears. He started to ask me questions I never wanted to hear
from my friend's lips. I just sat there with my head in my hands, listening
to the guy I had been wanking over for the last few years, and he was
outing me.

"Dude, you are by far the best person I know. You are kind, considerate,
and we have never had a fight over anything in our lives. You even saved my
life when I was drowning when I was ten, so I thought we were like
brothers. So, why can't you talk to me, of all people?" he said with a bit
of emotion in his voice. I was hurt because he was hurt that I couldn't
confide in him over this. Now I had to explain it to him to stop him from
being hurt any longer.

"I couldn't tell you," I said just above a whisper, with tears almost
coming with those words. "Why the fuck not, Josh? I am your best friend, am
I not?" he said, looking directly into my eyes. "I thought so, but after
this, I just don't know," I responded with the same emotion. "Josh, there
is nothing you could do that would stop that fact," he said, stroking my
head. "I just can't stand the fact that you might hate me," I said, with
tears streaming down my face.

"Dude...Josh, I could never hate you. I'm just shocked, that's all." I
looked at him and I could see the questions whirling in his eyes. I would
and I am going to answer them...its time to just come clean and be me. I
have to come out to my best friend. He knows now anyway. He just needs to
hear it from me.

"Dale, I am sorry if I have hurt you. I never wanted that, and I do very
much value our friendship—yours above all others. But, this terrifies me
and I just did not want to face you nor Todd about me, as I feared I would
lose that trust, that friendship. So...I just hid it." I continued to
speak, looking at him intently, trying to gauge how he was taking it.

"I cannot help who I am, Dale. I have not chosen to be like this. I cannot
help that I am GAY, and I am genuinely sorry if this has ended our
friendship. I regret that, and if it has ended now, you can see why I never
told you or Todd," I continued. He said nothing. He just listened to what I
had to say.

"Dale, as I said, if this has ended our friendship, I understand. But there
is one thing I ask—no beg— you. Please don't out me on campus. I am
not ready for that amount of grief."

I cried, and just looked at him taking all this information in, and I could
not gauge his reaction like I was used to. So I just stood up, wiped my
eyes, and started to walk back to the dorm, ready to pack my things up and
prepare for my college life without the support of my friends. And, I have
not even talked to Todd yet, but he is more Dale's friend than mine, even
though we have been close friends for over nine years. He was Dale's friend
first, so he will go along with Dale. So in my mind I have lost two of the
strongest influences in my life.

As I walked up to the dorm room I heard footsteps behind me. Dale walked
with purpose towards me, and a bit of panic hit me for some reason. With
tears falling from Dale's eyes, he grabbed me and pulled me into his chest,
and he started talking with raw emotion.

"You are, and always will be my brother, my best friend, and my go-to guy,"
he sobbed. "I couldn't give a shit if you are gay. I am just upset you
couldn't come to me. I thought you knew me better than that, dude," he
continued to sob, silently. "I'm sorry. I truly am," I said, while holding
him tight. "You don't hate me then?" I asked, hopefully. "Never," he
replied. "No more secrets, okay? You can tell me anything, and I mean
anything." I just nodded, and then the door to the room opened.

"Okay, what the fuck's happened now?" Todd inquired. We just smiled, and
Dale said, "Todd, Josh has something to tell you, and you need to listen,
okay?" He just closed his mouth and nodded, and he went back into the
room. I looked at Dale and he said, "He needs to know, Josh. You know
that. So tell him. I have your back, as always."

I walked into the living area of our dorm. The AC was still not working and
the room was very uncomfortable, as was my mood.

Dale sat down near Todd, and he gave us strange looks, like his head was
saying `what the fuck's going on' and `how will it affect me' sort of look.

"Todd, I have something I need to tell you, dude," I started, but got cut
off when Todd shocked me by saying,

"You're gay."

"How? What? How did?..." I couldn't get the words out.

"I am not stupid, Josh," he replied, with no malice in his words.

"But, how..." he cut me off again.

"Dude, I have known for over a year. I just didn't want to be the one that
outted you," he continued to speak. "You are one of my closest friends. I
just figured you would tell me in your own time, Josh." And I smiled. My
world wasn't collapsing around me after all.

And I asked, "But, how?"

"How did I know, you mean?" and I nodded.

"Gary James Anderson," he responded. "What about him?" I asked.

Again, I will explain: G J Anderson was the captain of my swim team and was
Kyle's best friend. The first guy I had ever had sex with, Kyle, that is.

"As I said, I have known a year after he started mouthing off that his best
friend had nailed you. I told him it was for the betterment of his health
to keep it to himself, or not only he was going to get hurt but two
peoples' reputations would go down the river. He heeded my advice and kept
quiet.

"Wow!" Dale said. "And you did not think to let me know this little tidbit
of information?" he continued looking at Todd. "Wasn't my place to say.
That was Josh's. But as soon as you mentioned Cooper Street, I sort of
guessed where you were coming from and thought it would come to a head. But
I also know how close you two guys are, so I just left it alone, played
dumb, and let you go and talk," he finished. "Wow, fuck," Dale said. "Smart
for a dumb jock," he laughed.

"So, are we okay, Todd?" I asked again, hoping we were still friends.
"Dude, I have never had a problem with gay people. Christ, my cousin Jack
is gay, as is your cousin Peter, Dale. So, no, I don't have any problem
with you, Josh. My opinion of you has not and will never change. You are my
brother from another mother. Remember that," And I started crying, but not
out of fear, but for the respect I have for my two best friends. That for
me was...well, that was unexpected.

To be continued...

Hope you enjoyed this story, as I hope to build this up and continue with
Josh's journey and take this into a long series. So any opinions or ideas
for the characters, please feel free to e-mail me at
justdave68@hotmail.co.uk