Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2010 11:49:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE SIGHTING

Rob couldn't get the images out of his head. It wasn't that Solid Geometry
was boring or that the Professor rambled. In fact, he enjoyed this course.

But Ethan sat across the aisle. His tossled sandy brown hair, and the tank
top and low riding jeans he usually wore didn't hide the image of him, Rob
had in his brain. Smooth, freckled, muscles stressed in his thighs, his
back tensed, his hard cock sticking downward and his rounded buttocks
receiving pleasure.... Rob's own jeans were full of his aroused flesh.

And across the room, the far aisle of desks, was Martin Houser dressed in a
button down blue shirt, khaiki pants and flip flops. His outdated preppie
look hid what Rob now knew was a totally trip, muscle defined lean body
that seemed to display the concert of flexing incorperated when he moved.

Martin had walked in late and stopped just inside the door looking for an
empty desk. Rob noted he looked across the room, presumbably where Ethan
sat. He didn't smile, but he looked for what seemed like more then a few
minutes. Then he moved to the empty desk close to him. Rob didn't notice
Martin wasn't wearing his usual geek thick framed glasses.

But what Rob saw was Martin's naked form, his rippled stomach muscles
flexing as he stopped, his shoulder bulging from their burdon of his
backpack, his nipple rings moving opposite to his own direction and as he
sat the entire side tensing then slowly relaxing until his flip flop
covered feet stretched out and his cock and balls lay between his thickly
defined thighs.

Rob felt the moisture flow to the tip of his own hidden penis absorbed by
the material of his jeans.

The Professor kept talking.

Rob replayed the sight he had recorded in his brain the night before.
Zelda's party was a hurriedly arranged pizza and beer gathering. Many of
his classmates from Solid Geo were there.

After becoming as glassy eyed as others, Rob talked endlessly with Ethan
about things he didn't remember. But they both seemed to enjoy the time.
Rob did remember mentioning the names of nearby West Hollywood Bars and
Dance Club. Ethan didn't react except to ask how he got in since he was
under 21. Rob didn't remember his answer. He also remembered wondering if
he used his drunken state as an excuse if he could suddenly kiss Ethan's
beer wet thick rose colored lips.

Now he wished he had especially after what he saw. The party had gone far
too late for a mid week event. Most everyone had to be at classes at the
usual 8 am start time.

He refused inhaling treats and found the kitchen instead. Ignoring advice
it wouldn't help him, he consumed three cups of caffiened coffee the result
of which was a hurried need to urinate.

And as he held his penis for that purpose, Ethan sighed glancing around the
pink painted walls and then out the opened milky glass window. The night
was interupted by the security flood lights illuminating the side of the
house.

And there were two naked me obviously involved in the type of sex that Rob
had only begun to enjoy the summer before starting college. He had been
sneaking in the alley doorway of the adult video store since he was
fifteen. Armed with quarters he hid in the closet size booth exploring the
type of sex that his peers defamed with their rude remarks and name
calling.

Deep down he knew he was one of the people they criticisized and decried.
He wondered if the effeminate high school classmates who were the objects
of these remarks cried about it at home. He had cried many times, first not
wanting to be what he was, then wondering what his parents would say when
he told them and finally asking God why he had to be that way.

Sam told him to relax about it. The Music and Youth Minister advised him to
read, learn and decide what he wanted in life. Rob wanted Sam but he didn't
divulge it.  Instead he found a man who he thought was Rev. Sam. Their eyes
met and for an instant Rob wanted the man to be Sam. The booth was small,
but somehow they both fit, the noises they probably made were ignored and
they were soon totally naked. First, Rob sucked his "Sam's" cock until it
spilled all over his boyish face and bare chest. He was masturbating the
entire time but didn't cum by the time the man pulled him to his feet and
deep kissed him.

Then he imagined it was Sam's hands that turned him around facing the wall
and he suffered the pain and self realization as his ass became the man's
target. It wasn't fun, that part. But for days afterwards the feeling was
still there. The stretched muscles let Rob imagine it was Sam that had
taken his virgin status away and as he masturbated each time, he became not
only resigned to his identity but his desire for more man to man sex
increased.

He watched the two. A lean man held onto the buttocks of another who was on
his hands and knees. Rob marveled at the way the floodlight revealed the
strength of the man who was fucking the other one. Each movement became
mental slow motion as muscles contracted and relaxed.

His hand grabbed and slapped the one on all fours. That one was furiously
pulling on his own penis. Rob wondered how he remained in place with only
one hand to support him. And he wondered why he hadn't masturbated when his
"Sam" fucked him in the booth that first time.

Each oral, manual and anal adventure since then was a learning experience.
It became interesting how each time there different desires, abilities and
needs. He had searched for his first encounter object but never saw him
again.

He admitted to Rev. Sam he had engaged in sex with another man. It wasn't a
confession so much as a test. The man nodded and didn't react the way Rob
had hoped. And although it wasn't his goal, it felt better telling someone
he had proven himself to be gay.

He heard the groans and curses from the two he watched. His penis, long
since drained had hardened as he finger stroked his cockhead. He was going
to jack off while watching the two naked fuckers Rob knew. He laughed at
himself a masturbating voyeur now.

Then he stopped suddenly as the one on all fours raised his head and looked
back. It was Ethan. His normally cute face was in an odd expression. Rob
realized he was ejaculating.

The one fucking Ethan stopped his regulated hip thrusts and jammed instead
in a deliberate stabbing motion.

Rob heard him say "fuck and mutter other things"

They both stopped. Rob jacked himself, knowing he was close to his own
orgasm. It shot but again stopped as he recognized Martin standing there
naked, his spent cock dangling now as he searched for clothing.

They both pulled on pants and then kissed each other, their still shirtless
torsos pressing close together.

Someone knocked on the door with their urgent need for entrance. Rob
flushed and put his unsatisfied penis into his jeans.

The rest of the evening sped by. He could only see the memorized sights of
naked Ethan and Martin fucking.

The bell signaled the end of the lecture and Rob realized his normally
filled pages were blank. He hadn't taken more then a few notes. He'd have
to read the chapter to catch up he knew.

Ethan stuffed his books into his backpack, a normal movement but to Rob it
now had a sexual definition. He watched Ethan stroll across the room to
where Martin waited. Ethan's hand rested on Martin's arm and they both
smiled.

Rob hurriedly grabbed his own books and walked in the same direction. He
wanted to say something to them. Both had been classmate friends since the
beginning of the term. He could nod or say hi. Rob wanted to ask them if he
could be naked with them for a threeway that only his booth videos told him
was a possibility.

"Hey guys, nice party last night huh?" he sputtered and started to walk
away.

Martin responded "yea very nice, next time don't just watch, join in":

Rob felt himself blush. He turned and saw Martin's grin. Ethan was looking
back neither smiling or frowning.

"When's the next time?" Rob heard his unplanned response. Would they think
he was serious or just exchanging clever words?

"Whenever you want" Ethan was now smiling.

"Tonight" Martin added "My place"

Rob looked up from his desk. Ethan and Martin were still talking. He hadn't
moved across the room, chatted or blushed. In his mind it was a fantasy
much like the sight of the two naked out the bathroom window the night
before.

But he still wondered if the sighting was real after all. Like being fucked
by his imagined Rev Sam, could this become real or would it remain a
sighting that only his brain could recall>