Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2016 02:13:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject: A Brothers Love  Part 25

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A Brother's love (2) part Twenty-Five


We went to dinner with the Hills.  Not having slept the night before, I was
pretty tired.  I watched Aaron's parents go through different feelings as
we talked.  They were proud of him.  Tears came to his mother's eyes when
she talked about leaving him at school.  They said they were happy that
David and I would be watching over him.  It was a great dinner.

When we got back to the apartment, I said, "I can't stay awake any longer."

Aaron looked at me.

"I was up last night packing boxes and stuff.  I hardly slept."

I think he was disappointed but I was tired and probably depressed.  We
hung around a bit and then I headed for bed.  As soon as I put my head on
the pillow, I fell asleep.  Aaron woke me in the morning.  David and he had
been awake for a while.  They made breakfast.  We reloaded Aaron's stuff
into the car and joined the Hills on campus.

Checking into the dorms, finding our room and moving our stuff in took a
good part of the day.  The place was a mad house: Parents, grandparents,
friends, new students and the people who ran the place.

Our first dinner in the commons was that night.  Aaron said an emotional
goodbye to his parents.  David hung around for a while and then left and
Aaron and I started to put stuff away.  One by one we met other people who
lived on our floor.  We were in an all freshman coed dorm, but the girls
were on the odd floors and the boys were on the even floors.

Even though I had always been thought to be outgoing and tended to be at
the center of our high school group, I was glad to have Aaron by my side.
We sat at a table with mostly all guys from our floor.  We talked about
where we came from, what high school, what sport we might have played; all
the important bonding stuff.  Aaron announced that I was on the university
swim team.  That received a lot of attention and questions.  Oddly, I felt
uncomfortable talking about it.

Aaron and I talked about being best friends from high school.  There were
two other guys who were friends from high school.  And of course, the
subject of girls came up.  Aaron and I sat quietly.

That night we hung out with everyone for a while and then it was back to
our room to put stuff away.  David called.  My grandparents called.
Aaron's parents called.

Finally we decided to get in bed.

Aaron said, "We're living together."

I chuckled.  " I know."

"So, I know we've jerked off with each other and jerked each other off.
And I haven't jerked off in two days."

"Yeah, I haven't either.  Come here or you want me there?"

He jumped into my bed.

I had a rock hard erection.  I said, "I think we should just be comfortable
jerking off whenever we want.  You know, not ask permission, not have to do
it only at a certain time."

"Cool.  So not worry about the other guy."

"Yeah.  I'm completely cool with you jerking off whenever you want.  Maybe
if you're in the room jerking off and I'm not here we should figure out a
way so that I don't come in with some else, like from class or something."

"Okay, so if you're jerking off,"

"Or if you've got your boyfriend here and you're messing around."

"That's not going to happen real soon," Aaron said.  "But it might for
you."

"Whatever.  So how about this?  If one of us is jerking off we text the
other."

"Text what?  I'm jerking off," he said and chuckled.

"No.  Ah, how about the word `busy'.  Then I'll know you're jerking off and
won't invite anyone into the room."

"But I can come in if you're jerking off?"

"Sure."

"Cool."

"And if we're having sex with someone."  I thought for a moment.  "How
about something like `with someone'."

"Cool."

I began stroking my cock.

He said, "We talked about once a week maybe jerking each other off."

I smiled at him.  "Massages and then jerking each other off."

"You want one?  I brought massage oil."

"Sounds good, but I'm already ready to bust a nut."

"Let me jerk you off, then you jerk me off and then I'll massage you and
jerk you off and then,"

I reached over and took his cock in hand.  He sighed.  I sat up, moved and
straddled his legs.  He smiled at me.  While slowly stroking his cock, I
rubbed his abs and chest.  When I touched his nipples he sighed.  I smiled.
I stopped stroking his cock, leaned down and licked his nipple.

He moaned loudly, grabbed my head and held it.  I licked and nibbled at his
nipple.  He moaned and thrust into the air.  I put my hand on his cock and
stroked his cock while I continued licking his nipple.

"Josh," he moaned, "I'm going to come."

I kept stroking.  He moaned.  Cum exploded from his cock and sprayed my
chest.

I sat back and listened to him breathing hard and watched his body twitch
each time I touched his cock head.  I loved watching and listening to a
person right after they come.  I know exactly where they are, that place
between ecstasy and the real world.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me.  "You do that so much better than I
do."

I rolled off him and lay beside him.  "Oh I don't know.  You're pretty good
at it."

"You want me to clean you up?"

"Why?  I'm going to make a mess all over me soon."

He straddled my legs.  He ran his hand through his cum on his and my body
and then began stroking my cock.  He played with my balls.  He moved his
finger to my butt hole and pressed it in.  He went knuckle deep and moved
it around inside of me.

He stroked and then leaned forward and put his mouth on one of my nipples.
I moaned.  He licked and nibbled and stroked and fingered my ass.

I moaned, "I'm going to come," and then had such and intense climax my body
shook.  Then my orgasm took over.  I came and came and kept coming.

He sat up, took his finger from my ass and played with my cock while I
slowly came off my climax.

Without thinking, I reached for him and pulled him down on top of me.  We
held each other.  Very comfortably we lay holding each other.

"Sorry," I said.  "Just sometimes I need to be held.  I know it's weird."

"I feel like that too a lot, but," he stopped.

"But?"

"I thought maybe you'd feel uncomfortable."

"I don't.  But now we're both sticky with cum."

He lifted off me.  "I'll get something."

I massaged him first.  While I did, I said, "Aaron, I'm serious.  You look
great.  You've got to keep up the work."

"I want to, but I'll have to join a gym, I guess."

"No.  The pool.  Students use their ID card and there are hours when you
can swim and they have attached to the pool that cardio center.  You can
use that 24/7.  There's a weight room there too.  David and I have used it.
I guess there are hours when you can't, but most of the day you can.  You
and I can workout there.  And David and John go for runs and he said he'd
call and we can join them."

"All I need is my ID card?"

"Yes."

After his massage, I jerked him off.

He massaged me.  I said, "I think you've gotten even better at this."

"I can massage you more than once a week," he said.

I laughed.

He chuckled.

Orientation was over.  Classes started.  He and I agreed that we made the
right choice when we read the text for psychology.  This wasn't high
school.  The amount of work we would have to do was a bit overwhelming.
Plus, I had swim workouts.

Workouts for me remained in the early morning.  Actually, it worked out
well.  True I had to get up early, but at least I got it out of the way and
got my day started.  Aaron got up with me and came to the swim center to
use the cardio machines and sometimes swim.  Then we rushed to the dinning
commons before they closed and had breakfast.  Then it was off to classes.

David gave us the best advice.  During the week, after class do not go back
to the dorms.  Set your study schedule for the day, take what you need, go
to classes and then head to the library to study.  Only go back to the
dorms to eat at the commons or to get more materials and when it's time to
turn in.  Friday night can be party night.  Saturdays can be play day.
Sunday can be recover day but back at the books Sunday afternoon and night.

Aaron and I agreed to do our best to stick to the schedule.

Being a freshman on the swim team, the coach had me at the home swim meets
but I didn't travel.  That was a blessing.  My freshman year, I needed all
the time I could get to adjust to the school work load, swim practices, the
dorms and trying to have a social life.

One late morning as I was heading from class to the dinning commons to meet
Aaron and have lunch, I got a text message.  "Busy."

I text back, "have you started?  Almost there, or do you want to be alone?"

He text back, "I'll wait for you."

I quickstepped it back to the dorms, my cock growing as I neared my room.
I headed down the hall, my eyes to the floor, hoping not to run into anyone
who wanted to chat.  I unlocked the door and stepped into my room.  "Hey,"
I said, closed the door and locked it.

"I've been really horny all morning," he said.

I put down my backpack.  "I'm up for a wank."

He grabbed a dirty tee shirt that we've been using for a cum rag.  "I've
got to wash this thing."  He dropped it to the floor.

I pulled down my shorts and underwear.  Out popped my erection.  He did the
same.  We stood in the middle of the room facing each other and began to
stroke.  I stepped closer to him.  He stepped closer to me.  I put my hand
on his balls and played with them.  He did the same to me.

I said, "Matt said he's having a bunch of guys over to Phil's apartment on
Saturday and he wants us to come."

"Guys, like in gay guys?"

"Yeah, I guess.  You want to go?"

"I guess."

"What?" I said stroking my cock and running my fingers over the area
between his balls and ass crack.

He sighed.  "Just feels scary."

"Don't start with being the skinny guy.  Besides, these will be Phil's
friends too and he's not on any team so his friends probably won't be
either.  So get over yourself."

"Shut up."

"Besides, you're hot."

He chuckled.  "I'm close."  He bent down and grabbed the tee shirt."

I stopped jerking and took it from him.  I played with his balls and held
the tee shirt so that it would capture his load.  He stepped closer to me,
leaned in and put his forehead to mine.  I watched him masturbating.  He
moaned.

I watched streams of cum shoot from his cock.  "Nice load," I said.

When he was done, I wiped the tip of his cock clean.  He took the tee shirt
from me and wiped off his hand.

I began stroking my cock.  He held the tee shirt and played with my balls.

"I'm close," I moaned.  I stroked hard, sighed and gave in to my orgasm.

"Nice," he said.  He wiped my cock head and held the tee shirt as I wiped
my hand.

Walking to lunch he said, "You'll stick by me.  Saturday night?"

"Like glue."

David had called and Aaron and I had joined him and John for a run a couple
of times since we moved into the dorms.  David and John ran at a pretty
good clip.  At first, Aaron could keep up without too much trouble.  But
after about two miles, I could tell he was straining.  I'd tell David and
John to take off and I'd hang back with Aaron.  Of course, he'd get weird
about it.  I promised that I didn't mind, but he wasn't happy.  So, I
called David and asked if there was something we could do differently.
He'd think about it.

He called and said that he and John would take a longer route to the dorms
and then we could run for a while and head for the track.  Then everyone
could run at their pace.  Then they'd take off and Aaron and I could
continue the track or head back to the dorms.

We went to Matt's party.  There were about nine or ten guys there, not
counting Matt and Phil and Aaron and me.  I was surprised to see one of the
guys from the swim team.  I hadn't heard that he was gay.  Of course, I
hadn't made a general announcement either.

"Hey, Josh," James said.

"Hey," I said.  We shook hands.  I noticed him glance at Aaron.  "This is
my roommate and best friend, Aaron."

They shook hands.

James said, "You're friends with Matt?"

"Yeah.  Actually, my brother introduced me to him last year.  I came up for
Thanksgiving and his family invited us."

We talked about Matt and his Italian family for a while.  Matt joined us
and the talk turned to David and swimming.  I was aware that Aaron was
mostly left out of the conversation and began feeling awkward for him.

Phil joined us.  I introduced Aaron.  He and Aaron began talking and then
Phil asked if Aaron would help him get some food.  I watched as they walked
away.  James asked me, "Are you and Aaron boyfriends?"

"No.  But like I said, he's my best friend."

Matt left us to answer a knock on the door.  Another guy showed up.  James
asked, "Does your brother know you're gay?"

"Yes.  I'm pretty much out.  I mean I haven't announced it, but I'm not
hiding it.  What about you?"

"My family doesn't know and I keep it pretty quiet, but guys on the team
kind of know."

"Kind of?"

"There are other guys on the team who are gay but not out.  I'm sure
they'll let you know once they know you're gay.  Then there are a couple of
guys who are doing this thing where they say they don't do labels.  You
know, they hook up with who ever they want.  I'm sure you'll get to know
them too."

I smiled.  "Is there some kind of newsletter?"

He smiled.  "You'll get hit on.  Believe me, they're talking already."

"Talking?"

"Who they think is gay.  They're not sure about you, but hoping," he said
and smiled.  "Maybe we can get together sometime?"

I felt nervous.  I thought he was attractive and I assumed that he meant
for a hook up, or sex, not a date.  "Yeah, sure," I said, but wasn't sure.
"Are there any guys on the team who are out?"

"Ah, Matt and there's Kevin.  He's a senior."

I nodded.  I glanced around for Aaron.  He was talking to someone that I
did not know.

James and I talked swimming.  Two other guys who were Phil's friends joined
us.

Before Aaron and I left, Phil cornered me and asked if I was interested in
spending the night with him and Matt.  I felt my face warm and my stomach
roil.  I was more than surprised.  "Ah, well, probably not tonight.  I mean
Aaron and I came together.  I mean we're not together, but,"

"Okay, cool.  No problem.  But maybe another night?"

"Yeah, sure."

Walking back to the dorms, Aaron told me that Zackary, the guy I noticed
him spending time with, asked him out on a date for the next weekend.

"Wow, cool," I said.

"He seemed like a nice guy."

"He's one of Phil's friends?"

"Yeah.  He's a sophomore and he lives in an apartment with three other
guys."  Aaron talked on about Zack.  I listened, but my mind stayed with
Phil's invitation.  Was it something that I could mention to Matt?  He
said, with Matt and me, so Matt had to know about it.  I wished that I had
more time to think about it.  Maybe I could have said that would be fine if
Aaron stayed also.  Would Aaron want to?  Would they want Aaron?  I decided
that I could just wait and see.  It sounded like the invitation was open to
the future.  Is this what I wanted?  It could be fun?  Could I mention this
to David?

David and Tina had had a date the week before and David said it went well.
They were going on a date that night.  David said that he was going to
suggest that she spend the night.  John was staying at his girlfriend's
apartment.  I hadn't met her and had been feeling anxious about what would
happen next between them.

Lying in bed that night, I listened to Aaron jerking off as I stroked my
cock.  Then I lay awake.  My thoughts bounced all over the place: James,
Phil and Matt, David and Tina, Zack and Aaron.

The next Friday night, Aaron went out with Zack.  David had another date
with Tina.  I stayed in and studied and then hung out with some of the guys
in the dorms.  I finally turned in at a little after midnight.  At 3:38 am
I woke as Aaron came in.  I turned and looked toward him.

"Sorry," he said.  "I tried to be quiet."

"How'd it go?"

"Okay.  Good, I guess."

"It's almost four, it must have been pretty good."

He slid into bed.

"You going to see him again?"

"He asked me to go to the football game tomorrow, but I told him that I had
plans with you."

"If you want, you can go with him."  We were planning on going with a bunch
of guys from the dorms.

"I want to go with you.  We're going out next weekend."

"Cool," I said and rolled over.  I felt a tinge of anxiety.  Change was
always hard for me.  I wanted him to be happy, have a social life, but that
would mean sharing him.  I thought about David and sighed.

Game day was fantastic.  The place was wild with school spirit the morning
of the game.  Everyone followed the band across campus to the stadium,
screaming, cheering and singing.  We filed into the stadium.  Of course the
students always have the worst or near worst seats.  The good seats are
saved for the alumni and the big donors.  But being at the game, joining in
on the craziness of the crowd and cheering was exciting.  The actual game
was almost secondary.  The game was close, but we won.

I looked for David, but didn't see him.  We did run into Matt, Phil, Zack
and a couple of other guys.  Matt said, "Are you free tonight?"

I hesitated.

"Phil is going out with friends.  I've decided to skip it.  I thought maybe
you and I could get together.  Come by my dorm.  My roommate and his
girlfriend are going out."

I glanced over at Aaron who was still talking to Zack.

"Yeah, sure.  What time?"

"How about eight?"

"Okay, sounds good."

Aaron and I headed back to the dorms.  On the way, he said, "Zack asked me
out for tonight.  I said yes."

"Cool," I said.  "Matt said that Phil was hanging with friends, so he and I
are going to hang out."  I hadn't told Aaron about Phil's invitation, nor
had I talked to Matt about it.  I was sure it would come up, if not I would
ask about it.

Aaron and I had dinner with several of the guys from the dorms.  He and I
were getting to be friends with several of them.  One guy in particular,
Connor, seemed to be the most friendly.  He joined us.  We talked about the
game.  He asked me, "When do you guys start competing?"

"The swim team's first meet is away.  That's next week.  The first home
meet is the week after."

"Will you swim?  I mean, you're a freshman."

"Not sure.  I'll know next week."

"So, I'd really like to come."  He looked at Aaron.  "Are you going to go?"

"Yes."

"Can I go with you?"

"Sure."

Walk in our room, Aaron said to me, "He's hot for you."  I stared at him.
"Connor.  He's into you."

"You don't know if he's gay.  I think he just wants friends."

"I can tell when someone is into you.  He's into you."

Aaron showered and dressed and was on his way by seven.  I undressed,
thought about jerking off but didn't.  I called David.  He said he looked
for me at the game.  He wanted me to meet Tina.  "Why don't you come to
dinner with us tonight?" he said.

"Ah, I told Matt I'd hang out with him.  But another time for sure."

I showered.  I thought about Aaron and Zack, about Connor, Matt, David and
Tina.  I put on a pair of black boxer briefs, jeans, a tee shirt and a pair
of Puma running shoes that I never ran in but loved.

I called Matt.  "I'm heading over, okay?"

"Yeah, just going to shower.  I'll be ready when you get here."

I strolled over to Matt's dorm.  The night air was warm.  There were still
a lot of people on campus, adults who had come to the game, probably
parents.  David had gotten a ticket for my grandfather for one of the big
games, cross-town rivals.  When I talked to my grandparents, my grandmother
said that he was very excited and planning the trip.  She sounded pleased.
Some people do Nike, others do New Balance or Adidas.  I'm a Puma boy.  I
love Puma tennis shoes.

I knocked on his door.  He opened it.  He was wearing a tee shirt, shorts
and no shoes.  "I thought we'd hang out here for a while and then head into
town later."

"Sure," I said.

We talked about the game as he rolled a joint.  I wondered if he'd smoke in
the dorms.  He slipped into a pair of tennis shoes and said, "Let's go
outside."

We walked toward the part of campus where all the classroom buildings were.
Not many people hangout at this time of night.  He lit the join, took a
couple of hits and passed it to me.  He said, "It's good shit."

It was.

Back in his room, we sat on his bed.  He said, "So, about the invite from
Phil.  We have an open relationship.  I mean we have a couple of rules."

"What do you mean open?"

"Well, we were hoping you'd stay the night.  A three-way.  You ever do a
three-way?"

"Yeah."

He smiled.  "Yeah, I thought you might have.  Anyway," he said, moving
toward me.  "You said maybe another time."

"Yeah, but I only play safe, condoms."

"Yeah, that's one of our rules.  I mean we don't use them, Phil and me, but
condoms and no cum eating."

I nodded.  "So, what other rules."

"Well, we keep it to sex pretty much."  I stared.  "No kissing.  You know,
he and I make love.  It would be just sex."  I nodded and felt my cock
beginning to rebel against the confines of my briefs.  He said, "The reason
we've opened it up is that he and I are pretty much bottoms.  I mean we're
into oral big time, but we're both bottoms and,"

"You want a top."

"Exactly.  Phil said that you're a top if he's ever seen one and I told him
that I thought you'd probably be hung."

I felt my face warm.  I was sure I was blushing.

He said, "Not that it matters, really.  I'm not really that big and neither
is he and we do fine, but it's kind of fun if someone is."

He stared at me.  I assumed he was waiting for a response but I didn't give
one.

He smiled.  "He and I play separately too."

I stared at him and then got it.  My high was wearing off.  He moved closer
to me on the bed and kicked off his shoes.  I kicked off my shoes, which
was my go ahead signal, and leaned back on the bed.  He put his hand on my
thigh.  I watched as his hand moved up toward my crotch.  No kissing, I
thought.  That suck.

I put my hand on his leg.  He moved so that now we were side by side, his
leg touching mine.  "Can I undress you?" he said and smiled.

"Sure."

"I'd like to take it slowly and unwrap you like a present."

I laughed.

I noticed him staring at the length of my cock that was making an
impression in my jeans.  I looked at it.  He said, "Is that you?"

"There's this little man living in my pants.  Shall we let him out?" I
said, putting my hand to my cock.

He chuckled.  "No.  I mean, yeah, but let me."

I lay back.

He ran his hand under my tee shirt and over my abs and pecs.  He lifted my
tee shirt.  "You've got great abs."

I grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it over his head and tossed it.  He
played with my nipples and traced the muscle definition of my abs and pecs
with his fingers.  I lay back and watched him.  He said, "I've thought
about doing this from the first time I saw you in the showers."

"It occurred to me too."

He lifted my tee shirt and pulled it over my head and tossed it.  I ran my
hand over his chest and grazed his nipples.  He sighed.  He leaned forward
and licked my chest, abs, and nipples.  As he did, he put his hand on the
zipper of my jeans and pulled it down.  Then he unbuttoned them, still
licking and kissing my body.

He stood.  He in one quick moved pulled his shorts and underwear off.  His
erection pointed to the ceiling.

I smiled.  "Nice," I said.  His chest and abs were defined and his waist
was small, giving him that V-shape that most swimmer have.  His cock was
cut and shaved smooth and looked to be about six inches long and as thick
as mine.  He smiled at me and turned to the side.

I chuckled.  "Nice."  He turned around with his back to me.  I said, "It
looks like it needs to be fucked."

He laughed.  "You're next," he said.  "After I unwrap the prize."

"I've been called a lot of things and so has my cock, but never prize."

He knelt between my legs and slowly pulled down my jeans, his eyes locked
on the bulge in my boxers.  I squeezed my butt and my cock pulsed.

"Geez, that really is all you."

I laughed.

He pulled my jeans off.  He ran his hands up my thighs and bushed against
the cotton covering my balls.  I watched as he cock pulsed.  He kissed and
licked my inner thighs and then nuzzled into my crotch.  He took a deep
breath and sighed.

His enjoyment was turning me on even more than I was.  Before my cock
rested against my hip, held in place by my briefs.  Now my cock was lifted
off my hip and pressing hard against the black cotton.

He looked up at me.  "Roll over?"

I nodded and rolled onto my stomach.  He ran his hands over my back.  "You
have such a beautiful back.  I don't," he said.  "A lot of swimmers don't
show like you."

I thought of David.  I had always thought his back was beautiful.  "Little
body fat," I said.  "Probably you have the same muscles I do."

"Maybe," he said.  He slowly pulled my briefs down and kissed my ass
cheeks.  He ran his finger down the crack of my ass.  Instinctively I
tightened my cheeks.  "Does having your ass played with bother you?"

"Just the opposite."

I felt him spread the cheeks of my ass and then his finger pressed gently
against my hole.  I sighed.  "Have you been fucked?"

"Yes."

"So, you're a bottom too."

"Definitely."

"You'd rather bottom," he said rubbing my hole.

"I love it all."

Then I felt the wetness of his tongue.  I arched my back.  He pressed his
tongue hard against my hole.  I sighed.

"Fuck, you've got a fantastic ass."  He slapped it.

He pushed on my hip.  I rolled over.  He ran his hands over my chest and
stomach, but stared at my cock still covered in black cotton.  He pressed
his face hard into my crotch and breath deeply.

I realized that as I watched him, I was breathing shallow and quickly.  My
face tingled and my cock felt rock hard.  He put his fingers under the
waistband of my briefs and slowly lifted it over my cock and then pulled my
briefs down.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"What?" I said smiling.

"So, the biggest I've seen in real life,"

"Real life?"

"Not in porn, the biggest I've seen is seven and a half.  He said eight,
but we measured and it was seven and a half."

"What does a half inch matter?"

"When it's pounding up your ass, every little bit matters.  How big are
you?  You've got to be nine, right?"

I shrugged.

"Oh yeah, sure, you've never measured?"

"No, I have, but sometimes it's eight and a half, sometimes a little
bigger."

He stood up.  His cock was rock hard and almost pointing straight up.  He
opened a drawer of his desk and pulled out a ruler.  I laughed.  He smiled
and knelt between my legs.  He put the ruler against my body and then held
my cock against the ruler.

"Eight and a half my ass.  Look it's nine, maybe a little more."

"So what's a half inch?"

"Make me a promise," he said, putting down the ruler.  He stroked my cock.

"What's that?"

"No matter how much I complain, you'll get it balls deep into me."

I laughed.  "Complain?"

He smiled, leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth.

He moved slowly over my cock.  He kissed it, ran his tongue down the length
and over my balls.  He pressed one of my testicles into his mouth and then
tried the other but I was turned on and my sac was so tight that it didn't
work.

He licked, kissed and sucked.

I pulled him off my cock.  He looked almost disappointed.  I moved him onto
the bed and then went down on him.  As I sucked his cock, I ran my hands
over his chest, his stomach and to his balls.  "Oh fuck," he moaned.

He got up and turned on music.

"You're roommate isn't coming back?"

"He's really cool.  I give him the room to use with his girlfriend and when
I want the room he finds a place to go with her."

"What if someone knocks?"

"Let them knock.  No answer, means shit's happening, go away."

I smiled and shook my head.

He pulled a box of condoms and tossed them to me.  He lubed up his ass and
then tossed the lube to me.  I put on a condom and lube it up.  He
straddled my hips, took hold of my cock and put it up against his hole.

"I think I'm going to have to get used to it for a bit.  Then you can fuck
me."

"How ever you want."

"No.  You do it the way you want.  Just let me be get used to it then let
me be your bottom."

He slowly pressed down.  I felt his sphincter tighten around my cock.  He
took me about halfway into him without any trouble.  Then he slowly moved
further.  I watched as he winced and then pressed further.  "Fuck," he
sighed.  "There's more."

I laughed.  "Stop being a pussy.  Just sit down.  Others have and they're
still alive."

He chuckled.  "Fuck me even if I pass out."

I laughed.

He laughed and then sat down flat onto my hips.

We both glanced at his cock.  A thin line of pre cum went from his cock to
my stomach.  He began to move up and down while taking deep breaths.  He
nodded.  "I'm good."

I smiled and shook my head.  I sat up, held his hips and turned us so that
he was lying down and I was over him.  Slowly, I began to fuck him.

"Oh fuck, Josh.  Yeah, fuck me," he moaned.

I fucked him while watching him play with his cock.  He wasn't
masturbating, just playing with the head of his dick.  He moaned.  He bit
his lip.  I fucked him harder.  His eyes opened wide.  He glanced at me and
chuckled.  "Fuck," he mumbled.

I thought to lie down on him, pressing our chests together as I fucked him,
but I didn't.  I remembered his rule: no kissing.  But I loved kissing
while fucking.  Instead I just fucked him harder, trying to give him all
that he wanted.

I felt myself getting close.  I decided to back off, so I pulled out.  We
made eye contact.  I stepped off the bed and said, "Get on your knees."  He
quickly obeyed and turned his ass toward me.  "Lift up," I said in a
commanding voice.  He did.  I started to press into him.  He moved away.

"Don't move," I said.

"Okay.  Fuck, you're so big.  Take it easy for a bit."

"Stop complaining."  I had to bend my knees and crotch.  "Lift up and arch
your back."

He did.

"Don't move away," I said as I pressed into him.  He was breathing hard and
fast.  He held still and stroked his cock hard as I pressed into him.  He
buried his face in the pillow and moaned as I started fucking him,
remembering what he said: fuck me even if I pass out; and don't stop if I
complain.

I fucked him.  He stroked his cock.  His body quaked.  He moaned into his
pillow.

Again I was close but decided not to come.  I pulled out.

"Did you come?"

"No.  Lie flat on your stomach."

As we moved around on the bed, I noticed a big wet spot.  It looked like he
had come.  He lay flat on his stomach.  I moved over him.

"Fuck me hard, real hard," he moaned.  "And when you come, please come on
my face."

I put my cock head against his hole and in one quick move was deep into
him.

His body shook.  He groaned and then laughed.  "Oh my God."

I lay flat on him, my face pressed against his and began fucking him deep
and hard.  "You like this, don't you?" I whispered into his ear.

"Fuck yes."

I bit the nap of his neck and slammed into him.

"Oh fuck," he moaned.

I held his shoulders and slammed hard into him.

"Oh my God, yeah, just like that."

I fucked him until again I was close.  I pressed hard and deep into him and
didn't move.  I again bit into his neck.  "You close," he moaned.

"Yes."

"Me too."

"Did you come already?" I said pressing as deep as I could.

"Yes, but I'm going to come again."

We lay still for a few moments and then I pulled out.  I said, "Stand up
and bend over."

We stood in the middle of his room.  He grabbed the back of his desk chair
with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.  I watched him stroking
his cock as I changed my condom.  I lubed it up and then stood behind him.
He looked back.

"It looks bigger."

"It isn't," I said hold my cock and lining it up.  I held one of his hips.
"Don't move."

"I'll try," he said.

"Don't try.  Just don't move."

He chuckled.  "Fuck, you're hot."

I lined up and pressed deep into him quickly.  He went onto his toes.  I
grabbed his other hip and pulled him down on my cock.  "This is the way you
like it."

"Fuck, yes," he moaned.

I fucked him.  He masturbated.  I again got close.  I pulled out, spun him
around.  He saw that I was pulling off the condom.  He got on his knees in
front of me and masturbated, looking up at me.

I grabbed a handful of his hair, stroked my cock and held his face steady.
He was masturbating, breathing hard and looking up at me.

I rubbed my cock over his face, over his lips.  He put out his tongue.  I
ran my cock over it and pressed into his mouth.  He moaned and sucked my
cock hungrily.  That brought me over the edge.

I pulled my cock from his mouth, stroked my cock and shot my load.  It was
a strange climax.  I came and I came a lot.  There were ropes of cum over
his face.  But my climax wasn't of the intensity I had had before.  My toes
didn't curl.  My eyes didn't roll in my head.  My body didn't shake all
over.

I rubbed my cock through the cum on his face and watched as he shot another
load.

He looked up at me and smiled.  "Fuck, you're incredible.  I haven't come
twice like that and so hard for a long time.

"You look good covered in cum," I said, running my cock over his face.

He smiled.

He got a towel and wiped his face clean.  Then he began to dress.  I sat on
his bed for a moment and then gathered my clothes.  He kept telling me how
great I was.  As I dressed I wondered what was next.

He said, "Please tell me you'll get together with Phil and me.  When I tell
him about tonight he's going to go nuts."

"Yeah, I guess."

"We've done this thing.  It's hot.  While you fuck me, he'll suck me off.
I mean it's the best of both worlds.  Getting fuck and sucked.  Then you
can fuck him and I'll suck him off."

"Sounds like fun," I said stepping into my shoes.

"Well," he said.  "Do you want to go into town and get something to eat or
do you want to head back to your room."

"Ah, town would be cool."

He had his car, so we drove into town.  We started talking about the swim
team.  He asked if he was allowed to mention that I was gay.  I said, "It's
not a secret for me."

"It is for some of them.  Would you be okay with that?"

I looked over at him.  "You mean, would I out them?"  He nodded.  "Never."

"Cool."

We went into town and had dinner at a Thai Restaurant.  I had eaten there
before with David.  The conversation was mostly about the swim team and
workouts.

"I'm sure it's different for you than me," he said.

"How so?"

"You're on scholarship and from what I've heard they expect a lot from you.
David has been great on the team.  I mean he's done all they wanted and
worked hard."

"I plan on working hard."

"I don't think they expect as much from me.  I mean I'm fine with that.
I'm not planning on going to the Olympics."

"Neither am I.  I just want to do my best and it's paying my way."

"Do you enjoy swimming?"

"Yes."  I thought for a moment.  "It's like this thing that I do.  It's
work.  It's demanding and the anxiety before races sometimes kicks my ass.
I don't enjoy that.  But I do enjoy what I get from it and I love
swimming."

As he spoke, I thought of David and how much swimming was part of my
connection to him.  I thought about mentioning David saving me from
drowning but decided that was between David and me.

We had dinner and then headed back to campus.  "My roommate might be back
soon," he said.  "I can call him."

"No, that's okay."

"How about your room?  I know he had a date with Zack."

"He might be coming back, but I don't know.  What do you think of Zack?"

"Ah, well, he's really Phil's friend.  Neither of us had sex with him."  He
hesitated.  "The first time I met him was in his room.  He lived on the
same floor with Phil.  We went to his room.  One side was the usual mess.
You know unmade bed, shoes under the bed.  Not bad.  The other side was,"
he stopped.

"What?"

"You know how a bed is made when you go to a really good hotel.  Like
everything is perfect and clean and in its place."

"That was his side?"

Matt glanced at me and nodded.  "I guess it doesn't mean much, but I just
remember that and when I see him I see his room."

Silence.

"But he's a nice guy and good looking.  Don't you think he's a good
looking?"

"Yeah."  Zack was a bit shorter than Aaron.  He had sandy blond straight
hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones and a nice smile.  It was hard to tell
what his body was like, but he looked slim.

I had the idea, although it wasn't said, that if I said Aaron wouldn't be
back for a while, we would have headed to my room for round two.

I walked the hall to my room.  I lay on my bed and thought about fucking
Matt and the invitation to fuck him and Phil.  I lie there and felt my cock
getting hard.  I pulled off my pants and rubbed my crotch.  I decided I'd
be up for a three-way as I stroked my cock.

There was a knock at my door.  I stuffed my cock back into my underwear,
and pulled my tee shirt down to cover the bulge in my briefs.  I opened the
door in my black boxer briefs, tee shirt and socks.  Nice look.

Connor said, "Hey, am I bothering you?"

"No, come in?"

I reached for my pants.

"I can come back."

"No, I was just getting ready to jerk off."  I smiled and felt my face
warm.  I wondered why I said what I did.  "Kidding.  I was just getting
comfortable and ready for shower and then bed."

He smiled.  "I jerk off too when my roommate is out."  I pulled on my
pants.  He said, "I noticed you coming in and wanted to know if you wanted
to get a snack at the grill before it closed."

"AH, well, I'm not hungry, but sure, I'll go with you.  Maybe get a
yogurt."

I pulled on a sweatshirt and we left my room.  We talked about classes and
majors.  He had joined Aaron and I at meals several times, so I knew him
better than some of the other guys on the floor and I thought he was nice,
interesting and smart.  And I thought he was good looking.  He had short
dark brown hair and blue eyes, grey-blue eyes, a nose that fit his face and
what always gets me staring, soft full lips and straight white teeth.  He
was a couple of inches shorter than me and looked lean but from what I
could see, his arms had defined.

He asked about swimming as we sat at a table at the grill.  He and I had
gotten a yogurt.  He also bought an apple and sunflower seeds.

"You're meet coming up?" he said.

"Yeah, at home."

"You know what you'll be swimming?"

"Haven't seen the schedule yet, but I'm sure he'll put me in the
backstroke.  It's always been my best stroke."

"Guys have favorite strokes."

I smiled, "Don't you?"  He glanced at me and then smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, most swimmers do.  I mean to be really competitive you've got to
swim them all well, but everyone has a favorite, or one they do best at.
My brother's is the butterfly."

"I want to come to the meet.  Aaron said I could go with him."

"Cool."

"No offense, but I know nothing about swim meets.  I'm not even sure I know
all the strokes."

"Why the interest then?"

I noticed his ears getting red.  "I've never known a swimmer."  He
shrugged.

"Well, you do now."

We sat and talked about the different strokes, how the lanes were set,
about the different races and relays.

"You were good in high school?"

I talked to him about the Lightening Bolts and swimming since I was seven.

"Wow, that's cool."

"Did you do sports in high school?"

"I ran cross country track and I ran the mile.  Never any good, but I gave
it my best."

"We go running?"

"Who?  When?"

I talked about our running group and said that if he wanted to join us he
was more than welcome.  His face lit up.  "That would be awesome," he said.

We walked down the hall to our rooms, he said, "You going to shower?"

Putting my key in my door, I turned and looked at him.  "Yeah.  You?"

"Yeah."

I undressed and wondered what Connor's story was.  I've showered with guys
for as long as I could remember and it was never a big deal, but this felt
different.  Then I thought it was just that I was curious about what he
looked like naked and surprised he offered the opportunity.

Of course I had showered with about half the guys on the floor at one time
or another since I moved into the dorms.  The showers were open and there
was room for six guys to shower at one time.  Aaron and I typically
showered at the same time and there were usually a couple of other guys
showering.  I usually showered at night after running or working out and
before bed.  Then I'd shower at the pool locker room after swimming in the
morning.

As I was about to leave my room, my phone rang.  It was David.

"Hey," I said.  "What's up?"

"Just got back from dinner and a movie.  I was wondering if tomorrow you
and I could hang out."

"Just us?"

"Yeah."

"Sure.  When?"

"Afternoon.  I've got studying to do.  You got stuff?"

I chuckled.  "You're kidding right?  Of course I do."

"Let's meet at the grill at three.  Then we can head to the library."

"Sure.  Is there anything wrong."

"No.  Nothing."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

I grabbed my towel, my shower stuff, wrapped my towel around my waist and
headed to the showers.  Connor was at the sink, brushing his teeth.  I
stood beside him and did the same.  Then we dropped the towels and stepped
into the showers.




Hey thanks for all the emails and kind words and hanging in there, with my
story.  It's turning into a Victor Hugo or James Michener novel.  (No not
in quality Š I'm not an ego maniac Š but in length.)  My
boyfriend/partner/lover/fiancˇe told me that Victor Hugo, got paid by
the word.  Makes sense.

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