Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2005 17:12:38 -0800 (PST) From: Fup Duck Subject: Life Goes On - David and Chad #31 STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is the continuation of David's story. One of two boys loving each other. So the same disclaimer applies. If you can't handle that, or it's illegal to read this in your area, or you're underage, then now is the time to leave. If you continue reading after that admonishment, Nifty and I aren't responsible. There could also be incidents of unprotected sex. As always, I don't condone this practice - especially in this day and age. We're skipping forward about a week. No need to bore you with the minutiae of the start of classes and the like. Fup ****************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER 30 "Never know what might happen." "Whatever, c'mon, ya goof, time to learn a lesson." Laughing and chatting, the two headed for the rec building. LIFE GOES ON - DAVID AND CHAD #31 - Mixed Signals Life settled into a pattern over the next week for David. Classes, studying, and working at the library - all fell into an easy routine. Greg had become more easy going around him, their patterns becoming familiar to the other. He was still somewhat shy around David, but it was becoming less and less of an issue. Mark and Vic were regular visitors, as usual, and the four had also slipped into a comfortable routine with each other. Saturday morning dawned rainy. By late morning, the rain had tapered off to a drizzle and the four of them joined in a game of 'mud football' on the quad. When the game was over, everyone was covered head to toe with mud and grass. "Man, what a mess," Mark groaned good-naturedly. "Shoulda thought of that before you played," Vic answered him with a cuff on the shoulder. "Since you're the cleanest," David observed to Vic, handing him his room key, "go get some towels and meet us in the shower." Vic toed off his sneakers and headed for their rooms as the other three started for the showers. Entering the shower area, they turned on the spray and began to rinse the mud off, still fully clothed. A few minutes later, Vic joined them, laughing at their bedraggled condition. When most of the grime had been washed away, they began to strip, tossing their wet clothes into a corner of the shower. More concerned about getting the mud off than with observing the three other seminude bodies in the shower with him (he had showered with Mark and Vic plenty of times over the years), David was soon relishing the warm water. A few minutes later, when Vic handed him the soap, David noticed Greg shyly turned away from them as they laughed and joked with each other. He grinned and quietly approached the controls for Greg's shower and turned the hot water all the way off, scuttling back under his own spray. "Argh!" Greg yelled and turned almost angrily around. "What the heck?" He turned the hot water back on and glared at the other three. "Don't ya hate it when that happens?" Mark asked. David used the moment Greg's attention was focused on Mark to observe his roommate. "Very nice," he thought. His eyes dropped to his roomie's groin quickly. Not bad there either, six inches, cut, slightly hairy balls, a small happy trail leading to light brown pubes now matted and darkened from the water. Greg's anger had faded to embarrassment. "Dave just wanted a good look," Mark teased. "Shut up, Mark. I just thought it'd be kinda funny," David admitted. Then to Greg, "Sorry, man. Didn't mean to upset you or anything." Greg shook his head and grinned slightly. "Guess that's what roommates are for, huh?" David shrugged and turned back to his shower, sticking his head under the spray to wash his hair - until the water turned ice cold, accompanied by the sounds of Mark and Vic's laughter. Backpedaling out of the cold water, he recovered enough to shoot a rueful grin at Greg. "Yeah, I guess that IS what they're for. Now if all the horseplay is over, I'd like to get clean." The cold spray settled David's mind a little. The last thing he wanted to do was get hard thinking of his roommate. Probably wouldn't go over too well. Especially with Greg's straight-laced attitude. The four finished showering and moved to the benches, grabbing towels and drying off. Towels wrapped securely around their waists, they wrung out the wet clothes and traipsed back to their rooms. "We're gonna need to hit the laundry, man," David said as he closed the door behind them and threw his wet clothes onto the floor. "Yeah, need to do some anyway," Greg answered, rummaging around in his bureau for clean clothes. "Maybe after we get some lunch." "Sounds good to me," David replied, dropping his towel to pull on his shorts. "Did you bring....," he started, turning around and seeing Greg sitting on his bunk, pulling on his socks before anything else. His towel had come unfastened, exposing one smooth thigh and hip. "Bring what?" Greg answered looking up, catching David's glance. "Uh, detergent," David answered, looking into Greg's grinning face. His roomie gestured to the towel. "They need to make these things bigger." "Yeah, they sure don't stay wrapped very well, huh?" Clutching the opened towel, Greg stood up and refastened it as David turned back to get a pair of socks. He sat on his desk chair to pull them on, his eyes locked on the task at hand as Greg changed into clean clothes. "Shit," he thought. "Enough of that stuff." Now clad in clean clothes, he rose from the chair. Greg was also completed dressed by now, still grinning at him. "What the hell are you grinning at?" David asked a little sharply. "Nothin'. Let's eat." Mark and Vic begged off going to lunch, leaving David and Greg on their own. "Sorry again about the water," David offered as they walked toward the dining hall. "No problem, just took me by surprise, that's all." "That's me, full of surprises." "Thought you didn't like 'em?" "Got me figured out already, huh?" David challenged. "Gettin' there." "Never happen," David laughed. "Maybe." As they entered the dining hall, Greg pointed to the bulletin board and said, "Look at that, that's just disgusting." David followed the pointing finger and saw a poster advertising something called 'Gay/Lesbian Awareness Day.' Reading further, the poster stated that those students who were interested in showing their acceptance of gays and lesbians should wear blue jeans the following Tuesday. Scrawled across the poster in magic marker were various epithets giving some idea of how some students felt about it. "That's just wrong," Greg scoffed, heading toward the food line. "I mean everyone wears jeans...sort of unfair." "I guess," David answered. "Would have thought they'd come up with something else." "Yeah, like high heels or something," Greg laughed. David shook his head. This was certainly going nowhere. And Greg's views were kind of obvious now. David thought again about Mark's 'warning' the previous week. Obviously, Mark was mistaken. David shrugged and joined his roommate in the queue. David spent the rest of the afternoon reading, getting an occasional visit from people he knew from the dorm. Greg was in and out - out more than in, socializing with students he had met in the past week. He joined Mark and Vic for dinner and returned to the room. It was dark by the time Greg returned from whatever he had been doing. David glanced up as his roommate entered the room, grinning at his somewhat damp, bedraggled condition. "Another wild night?" "It's started raining again," Greg complained, stripping off his shirt and shorts. He pulled a bathrobe out of the bag he'd been carrying and slipped it on, pulling a towel from the shelf. "I'm gonna hit the shower." "Again? You're gonna be the cleanest soph on campus," David teased as Greg grabbed the rest of his shower necessities. "At least it'll stay warm this time," Greg grinned and left. David was sitting in the windowsill when Greg returned. He was a little surprised when Greg didn't get dressed, but remained in the robe, lying on his side on David's bunk. "Don't you even think about getting my pillow wet, roomie." Greg laughed and shifted, the robe falling open, exposing a leg from the foot to the upper thigh. David took a quick glance then returned to his reading. "So, you and this Kel were best friends, huh?" Without looking up, David replied, "Yeah, the best." "That's cool. It sucks what happened," Greg stated. David heard him move again and glanced up to see him laying on his back, one knee raised. The robe had slipped down the leg enough to show that Greg didn't seem to be wearing anything underneath. "Put something over my pillow, man. You're gonna get it wet, then I'll have to use yours." Greg reached across to his desk and grabbed a textbook, placing it under his head. His action confirmed David's earlier observation. The only thing Greg had on was the robe. He watched as Greg adjusted the robe again to cover himself, then looked over to where David was sitting. "Better?" David nodded, and went back to his book. He had read the same line three times before he sighed and closed the book, his attention interrupted by Greg's display. Keeping his eyes locked on Greg's face, he smiled slightly. "So what did you do tonight? Haven't seen you since lunch." "Went out with a couple of the guys. Ended up in the rec hall shooting pool with them and some girls. Some of them were pretty hot too," Greg answered, then chuckled and rubbed his crotch. "Real hot." "Uh huh," David swallowed. "Any dates on the horizon?" "Maybe, you never know. Want me to set ya up?" David laughed. "The last time someone tried to set me up, it turned out to be a big rigamarole." "Oh yeah?" David told him the story from high school about the infamous note and the confusion it caused. Greg laughed along with David, then asked, "So you really thought some guy had asked you to the dance? What? Did you have a bunch of queers at your school?" "No," David replied forcefully. "Just freaked me out, that's all." "Well, sounds like your friend messed up," Greg observed. "Everyone messes up," David replied defensively. "Yeah, you're right. Didn't mean to make ya mad," Greg apologized. "No problem. Didn't make me mad." David saw Greg rub his crotch again through the corner of his eye. "Got crabs?" he asked grinning. Greg flushed a little. "Nah, just thinking of those ladies tonight, that's all." "Well, if ya want a little privacy, I'll go to the lounge," David teased, noting the bulge under Greg's robe and pressing his slight advantage. Greg blushed even deeper. "Uh no, that's okay." "Suit yourself," David said, backing off a bit. "If you ever want any, let me know." "Any what?" "Privacy, goofball." "Oh, okay, ummm, I will." Satisfied that he had made his point, David grinned. "Didn't mean to embarrass you." "You didn't really." "Okay, you always blush like that during a normal conversation?" "All right, so it did. So drop it, okay?" "Hey man, just messin' with ya. Nothing personal." "Okay," Greg replied, then reclined on his back again. "Let me know when ya wanna go to bed, and I'll move." David still wasn't quite done with showing that two could play this game. "Nah, I'll just climb in beside you." "Don't think so, unless you're gonna wear jeans on Tuesday," Greg retorted. "Well, I'm gonna wear 'em, just not for that reason. Like you said, I always wear jeans." "Yeah, but won't people think that you're queer or something?" David shrugged. "What's the big deal? Jeans are jeans, bet a lot of guys will wear 'em for the same reason - cos they always do. And anyway, why should someone tell me what or what not to wear?" "Well, if people know you're my roommate, and you're wearing jeans, then they'll think..." "Jeeez, Greg. Fine, I won't wear 'em. I've got a pair of khakis I can wear instead. Satisfied?" "I guess. I mean, well..." "Look, it really doesn't matter to me, Greg." "Well, I.....," Greg was interrupted by a knock on the door. "It's open," David responded, grinning as he saw Greg fumble to gather his robe into a fully closed arrangement. Vic walked into the room, smiling. "Hey, don't mean to interrupt, but do you all have any detergent?" "Guess Mark ran out?" David laughed, walking to his closet. "And you all waited long enough to do laundry. It's like ten o'clock." "Well, we don't have anything else better to do, so might as well do laundry," Vic answered, taking the offered box of detergent. "Want some company?" David asked. "We could play cards or something." "Sounds cool to me. What about you, Greg?" "Nah, I'm in for the night. But thanks." "No sweat," Vic answered. Then to David, "Well, c'mon, let's roll." The three made their way to the laundry room in the basement. They played rummy for almost two hours while the laundry was in the machines, chatting as the cards and score moved around the table. David was at his room door before he realized he hadn't brought his key. "Shit," he complained. "Time to wake the roomie," Mark laughed. David tried the knob, locked. As Mark and Vic chuckled into their room, David knocked softly on the door. He heard rustling inside, then Greg's voice. "Dave?" "Yeah, man, I forgot my key." "Okay, hold on a sec." David once again heard rustling for a few seconds, a drawer open and close, then Greg opened the door, dressed in his normal pajama bottoms. "Thanks, man. Sorry to wake ya up." "You didn't really, I was, umm, reading." "Oh okay," David smiled, walking into the room. "Glad I didn't." "S'okay," Greg replied, then climbed into the top bunk, turning off his reading light. David yawned then began undressing as Greg rolled onto his side, facing away. "Night, Greg." "Night," Greg mumbled as David slipped into his warm bunk. Wait. Warm? "Sorry to interrupt your reading, man," David said, pulling the sheet over him. He decided not to pursue the warm bed matter yet. He was sure Greg realized what was going through his mind, so let him stew a little. He grinned to himself, pay backs. "No problem," came the mumbled answer from above. David was almost asleep when he heard the upper bunk creak slightly as Greg shifted positions. Rolling onto his side, facing the wall, he started drifting off. The upper bunk creaked again accompanied by the rustling of Greg's blankets. David sighed quietly, Greg normally slept like a rock, waking in the same position as he went to sleep. Slowly, his tired mind recognized a rhythmic motion. He grinned. Guess ol' Greggie had a good night shooting pool. He moved his own hand to his groin, coaxing (it didn't take much) his own dick to hardness. Still on his side, he slowly stroked himself, listening to his roommate doing the same thing. Thinking of Greg's earlier display, he was soon stroking faster and with a quiet grunt shot his load into his hand. With a palmful of cooling cum, he listened carefully to the movement above him, then rolled over to his other side, reaching for something to wipe it on. Nothing. Dammit. He coughed and shifted, mumbling a little, as he slid out of bed. Keeping his hand cupped, he grabbed his key and walked to the bathroom. Washing his hand off and using the opportunity to relieve his bladder, he thought it was nice to know that old straight-laced Greg wasn't as 'good' as he originally thought. He filed the information away for later use, if the opportunity arose, and walked back to the room. Quietly slipping back into bed, Greg was now still and once again laying on his side, David was soon drifting off himself. He was being shaken. "Dave, wake up man." "Wha?" David mumbled, rolling onto his back. "Hey, Mark and Vic wanna know if we want to go to breakfast." Opening one eye, he saw Greg bending over him, one hand still on his bare shoulder. "Tell 'em that they should know I don't do mornings," David complained sleepily. "Guess that's a no," Greg said looking toward the door. He heard Mark laugh. "Yeah, I think so. You coming?" "Yeah, be there in a sec," Greg replied, slipping into his clothes as David's eye closed once again. "Catch ya later, man," he said to David as he closed the door behind him. A few minutes later, David's bladder made itself known. Groaning, he rolled out of bed, and sat on the edge. He must have given Greg quite the show this morning, David thought, noting the sheet bunched at the bottom of the mattress and his typical morning erection under his gym shorts. He shook his head, grabbed his shower stuff, and headed for the bathroom, leaving the door unlocked this time. Nodding to a couple of fellow students already in the shower, he stepped under the spray. The hot water washed the sleepiness away enough that he was finally able to function normally. Finishing up, he dried off and did his morning routine, then made his way back to the room. Dressed, he looked around the slightly messy room. "Oughta clean up a little," he mumbled to himself, and began to straighten up. He made his bed, then thought he'd be nice and make Greg's as well, since he still wasn't back. He pulled the blankets up, furrowing his eyebrows at the small lump visible under the blankets at the bottom of the bunk. He flipped the covers back and started grinning. So, THAT's what he used. The lump turned out to be a balled up pair of briefs that he assumed Greg had used last night to clean himself up with. Leaving the bed in almost the same shape as he had found it, he shook his head and finished straightening the rest of the room. He was almost finished when Greg and the other two returned, breezing into David's room. "Wow, you've got a maid," Mark laughed to Greg. "But he obviously doesn't make beds," Vic added, glancing at Greg's bunk. David noticed the slight look of panic cross Greg's face, then relax when he saw that his bed was still unmade. "Was just getting to that," he chuckled, moving toward the bunks. "I'll do it later," Greg interrupted him. "I probably oughta wash the blankets and stuff." "Might be a good idea," David replied still grinning. "So how was breakfast?" "The usual successful attempt at making eggs inedible," Vic answered, sitting in David's desk chair. Greg sat on David's bunk and Mark plopped himself in Greg's chair. David leaned against the window sill, glanced at Greg, and said, "Well, as long as you had something high in protein that was edible. After all, we're still growing boys." Greg blushed slightly and Mark laughed, "Well, growing in all the right places, anyway." "Whatever," David scoffed, slightly amused at the red cheeks of his roommate. "So what's on the agenda for you guys today?" "Study. Vic and I are heading for the library sometime today. Maybe we'll see you there." "I don't have to be there til five, you all gonna study that long?" "Never know, and anyway one of your co-workers is kinda cute," Mark replied wiggling his eyebrows. "She's out of your league, man. She actually has a brain," David joked. "Well, maybe she'll share," Mark retorted. "Don't hold your breath, man. You'll suffocate before she shares her brain with you." "It's a physical impossibility to suffocate by holding your breath," Mark observed. "Not if she has her hand over your mouth," David laughed. "Whatever, Dave, you're just jealous." "Not me, got someone at home," David let slip. "Ooooooooh, dooooo tell," Vic grinned. Shit. Open mouth, insert foot. "Well, met 'em over the summer. Nothing really to tell." "Dave's attached? Wow, how cool is that?" Mark asked, smiling. "Enough of that," David said. "Attached or not, I still have to do some book work myself today." "You're not getting away that easily, Mr. Barker," Mark advised. "Yeah, I am," David laughed. "Watch me." "Not even gonna tell us her name?" Vic moped. "Nope," David grinned. "My business." Greg interrupted then. "Thought you guys knew he was a closed-mouthed SOB," he laughed. "Secrets, secrets, secrets." The four shared a laugh and continued chatting for a while on more 'neutral' topics before Mark and Vic made their exit. When they were gone, David turned to Greg. "Thanks for the back-up, man," he said appreciatively. "Well, one secret is worth another," Greg replied with a small smile. David just raised his eyebrows and nodded. Mark and Vic were there that evening at the library while David was working. He put up with their good-natured teasing about being a slave and after about three hours was able to join them, his work complete for the evening. "So what's the scoop with the roomie, Dave?" Vic asked in a hushed voice. "Huh?" "Well, you shoulda saw him at breakfast, he almost went off at that whole gay awareness thing. I thought he was gonna tear the poster down." "He was that way yesterday too. I mean what does it matter, ya know?" "Well the rumor mill has it that the jean thing is out. Supposedly they had lots of complaints about that." "Oh yeah? Well, Greg said it should be high heels." "He's a strange one, man," Mark added. "Haven't figured him out yet." David chuckled. "Yeah, well, I still haven't figured you out yet either, Mark. So if he's strange, what does that make you?" "A mystery," Mark snorted. Vic nodded in agreement, followed by a punch from Mark on his shoulder. "Ah, he's all right, I guess," David said. "I could have worse." "Guess so. So you been watching your ass?" Mark asked, grinning. "Yeah right, nothing to worry about on that end. You should know that by the reaction he had this morning." "Well, it could be that it's hitting close to home, too. Never know, man." "Yeah, guess you're right. But I still don't think there's anything to worry about." "Well, you live with him, so you'd know better than me," Mark admitted. "Don't sweat it man, if anything happens, I'll handle it." The conversation then moved onto other things for the next thirty minutes. "Guess we oughta get out of here. Your squeeze doesn't work tonight, Mark," David laughed. "And you didn't tell me? You made me study instead," Mark mock-complained. "Poor baby, want a tissue?" David responded as they rose from their seats. The three made their way back to the dorm, chatting and teasing Mark about his evening's spoiled plans. David said his farewells and opened his room door. Greg was sitting at his desk in his pajama bottoms, studying. He looked up and grinned. "How was work?" "The usual, boring and quiet. Mark and Vic stopped by, so it wasn't all that bad." "That's good," Greg answered, rising from the chair and stretching. David glanced at Greg's seminude body as the skin pulled tautly in the stretch. He also noticed a slight bulge at his roommate's groin. Pulling his eyes away from the display, he moved to his desk and sat in the chair, pulling out a Forestry text. "So, what'd you do tonight? Study?" "Mostly, yeah," Greg answered, still standing. Then he ran his hand up his bare torso to his hair, running his fingers through it. "I'm about bushed, though." "Well, I'll go to the common room if you want to go to bed." "Nah, you're not gonna disturb me," Greg answered, climbing into the top bunk and laying on his side facing David. David's attention remained on the words in front of him. "Okay, if you're sure." "Yeah," Greg said then reached down and turned off the overhead light, leaving David to read by his desk lamp. He stretched again, then reclined onto his bunk on his back. David looked over toward him. "Night, man." "Night, have fun." David snorted, "Yeah, thrills." Since Greg had closed his eyes, David took one last look at his roommate, noticing the bulge he had seen earlier was a little bigger. The pajama bottoms sure didn't hide much, he observed, then went back to his textbook. His attention wandered, thinking about Greg's actions in the last week. He was definitely cute, but was definitely putting out mixed signals. "Not worth it," he mumbled. "What?" came the question from the top bunk. "Just talkin' to myself, man. Sorry, go back to sleep." "Okay, you're the boss," Greg chuckled, leaving David to his thoughts. ****************************************************************************** Temptation comes in many forms. LOL And it gets worse. Before anyone accuses anyone of anything (lol), all shall be revealed. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback. Thanks! email: fupduckmd@yahoo.com AIM and Yahoo: fupduckmd Fup