Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2000 01:46:16 PST
From: Rod Blake <rodblake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adventures in Ft Wayne 2 - GM Relationships

Adventures in Fort Wayne
by Rod B. Lake
(Fiction based upon autobiographical experiences with names and dates
changed and events combined for brevity.)


Chapter 2 - Chills & Thrills

I threw on my clothes, tousled my still-wet hair into a semblance of
normalcy, grabbed my keys and raced outside for the car.

Damn, it was cold. I tell you, northeastern Indiana is not the most balmy
place to live in the middle of winter. I climbed into my car and started it
up.

After it had warmed up, I pulled out of the driveway and headed for Fort
Wayne.  I had 10 minutes to get to Henry's Bar and Grille to meet Cal or I'd
be late.

Let's see. I live in Albion - about 30 miles north of Fort Wayne. I figure
if I speed, I could get to Henry's in a little over a half hour. Shit, if I
was ever on time, Cal would have a heart attack.

As I was turning down State Road 9 onto US 33 toward Ft. Wayne - the half
way point - I started flipping the radio to different stations, 96.3, WMEE,
classical ... they all sucked. I fumbled into my passenger seat through the
scattered CDs and popped one in without looking at the title.

My car's CD player was on random play. I quickly realized it was Pansy
Division's "Pile Up." My friend Dan gave it to me right before he moved to
California.

I started singing along with the songs. One, a takeoff of a song from the
musical "Hair."

I was singing at the top of my lungs to C.S.F., "I'm a cock sucking faggot,
a flaming faggot ..." I started giggling. The song reminded me of Dan back
in college at Ball State.

Dan was the president of the lesbian and gay student group, president of the
student democrats (I was a republican back then) and president or vice
president of about 5 other groups -- he was pretty popular on campus for an
openly gay guy. I met him when I was in student government. I was the vice
president of the student body and Dan would come visit my office
occasionally asking for support for various gay causes.

Back then I was "straight" and totally afraid of being around gay people. I
didn't think I was gay. I honestly thought my interest in other men was
admiration - or wishful thinking that I could be more like them.

I grew up in a small town and the only gay people I had ever seen were on TV
and they all had AIDS or were something to be pitied or made fun of. I was
none of those things.

All throughout high school and college, I dated and had sex with girls. The
girls seemed to like me. In hindsight - most likely because I liked to
cuddle and talk more than have sex. And when I did have sex I felt detached.
Sex with girls was like a challenge. It was a contest for me to see how fast
I could make them come ... so we could go back to cuddling. That's where I
learned how to fake orgasms.

Yes, guys can fake orgasms.  As long as your partner can't see your lack of
ejaculate, you can fake it.

Well, back to Dan. One day Dan came to the student government office during
my Saturday office hours and looked frantic. I asked him what was wrong.

It turned out a group of college guys in masks with baseball bats had
attacked a gay party the night before and a couple of the gay and lesbians
were hurt.

"Did you call the police?" I asked

Dan looked at me with this intense fury, "Of course, but then they came and
told us to disperse or we'd all be taken to jail."

"What?" I couldn't believe this. "Didn't they even ask for a description of
the attackers?"

"No," Dan continued like he had told the story a dozen times. "They wouldn't
even come near us or get medical attention. One of my friends had 3 broken
ribs and they didn't care. I had to call 911 twice before an ambulance came
- and then the EMTs were wearing rubber gloves and face masks. There wasn't
any blood,  just bumps bruises and my friend's broken ribs. They were
treating us like lepers."

As Dan was telling me this, I couldn't help but notice him. He was a tall
skinny guy with dark hair and pale eyes and skin. Not attractive at first
glance. But once he started talking this charisma from hell kicked in. and
his eyes would sparkle from gray to green to blue as he talked. His
enthusiasm was contagious. I found myself being motivated by him; persuaded
to take up his cause.

I promised Dan I would do whatever I could. He smiled a crooked smile at me
and thanked me. "It probably won't do any good, but thanks for listening,"
he told me a reached out to shake my hand.

I grabbed his hand, he had a firm handshake. As he walked away I couldn't
help but think that last night the city's emergency workers wouldn't have
dared touch Dan's bare hand. He walked away from me with a confident stride
of a man who was as peace with the world.

I found myself admiring him.

Anyway, that week, at the student government agenda meeting, I brought up
Dan's story to the student government executives. I couldn't believe the
response. It ranged from disinterest, to open hostility. One guy - someone I
thought of as a good friend - even expressed dismay that he wasn't invited
to the smear the queer game. I sat through the rest of the meeting disgusted
with my "colleagues."

Later I called Dan to tell him what had happened, but he wasn't home. I got
his room mate instead. She told me he wasn't home.

"Do you know where I can find him?" I asked.

She sounded amused. "Why? Are you some new boyfriend of his?"

"No," I almost choked. "I am just a friend I need to talk to him about a
problem he came to me about."

"Oh," she said, "that's too bad. Ever since Matt broke up with him last year
he hasn't even dated anyone. And you have a cute voice. He's at the Student
Center food court at the gay group executive meeting."

"Um. Thanks," I said.

Before I could hang up Dan's room mate got in one last request. "Hey, if
you're not seeing anyone, think about asking Dan out. He's a real sweetie
once you get past all that go-gettem gay activist professional student
leader crap."

"Uh, sure ... I gotta go. Bye." I hung up. That was weird. Did I sound gay
on the phone? I hoped not.

Well, Dan was in the Student Center. Good; so was I. The food court was just
a floor away, I left to find him.

As I entered the food court, I saw Dan in the far corner surrounded by
papers and boxes. I walked over to him. "Are you too busy to talk," I asked.

"No," He said, then pointed to an empty seat. "Plenty of room for guests."

I told him about the bad results of the meeting. He shook his head and told
me that he was not surprised.
But that the attack had never happened before at one of his parties and he
planned another party that next weekend and had a little something special
planned if the guys with the masks came back.

"Jesus, do you throw a party every weekend?" I asked.

"No," he explained. "Last week was my 20th birthday party. This upcoming
week is our Halloween party. Halloween is a national gay holiday you know."

"Really?" I asked.

He laughed. "No, but it seems like it." His smiling eyes more than made up
for the lop-sided smirk his mouth made. "There are plenty of straight people
coming too. You can come if you want - bring your girlfriend."

"I dunno," I said, looking for a good excuse to back out.

"You're not afraid of a few gay people are you? It'll be fun. Besides, as a
student leader, you can meet a whole group of student you're supposed to
represent."

"Sure," I said before I could stop myself. "Why not?'

Dan handed my a photocopied invitation and directions.

* * *

The week went by fast. I was invited to other Halloween parties, but for
some reason, I turned them all down saying I was going to stay home and
study for a poly sci test. I couldn't stop thinking about Dan's party.

Whenever I masturbated those next few days, I kept picturing Dan unzipping
my pants and sucking my dick. Holy God, I'm turning queer, I thought. I was
getting scared and excited. Maybe I should back out of the party.

When the day of the party came around I was really looking for an excuse to
back out. My phone rang and I picked it up without thinking. "Hello?"

"Hi Rod, it's me Dan," said the voice on the other line.

"Hi Dan, what's up?"

"Well, my Halloween party tonight. I was just calling you to tell you you
didn't have to come if you didn't want to," Dan said.

"Why? Don't you want me there?" I asked.

"Sure, but I thought you may be chickening out what with all the queers and
stuff."

"I'm not afraid of you guys. What time should I bee there?"

"The party starts at 9 p.m." Dan answered. "But I don't expect people to
start arriving until 9:30 or 10."

"I'll be there at 9:30." I said. "Bye." And set the phone back down.

Shit. Now I needed to find a costume. Luckily my room mate, Randy, was in
the school musical, Phantom of the Opera as the Phantom. I thought I could
wear his costume with some alterations and go as Zorro.

Randy was out of town for the weekend. He'd never know.

I put on his cape and with my white tux shirt and cummerbund. My dress
slacks were too dressy. I borrowed Randy's leather pants. They were tight
since Randy was a lot skinnier than me. I made a homemade mask out of a
ripped up old black shirt.

I checked myself out in the full-length mirror. Looking good.

I didn't have a sword. Shit. Oh well, no costume is perfect.

I drove over to Dan's and got there at 9:30 sharp.

A plump girl dressed as a fat Madonna answered the door.

"Mmm. You're a hottie,"  she said. "Come in. You're early."

I walked into the house. "Dan said the party started at 9." I protested.

She tsk tsked me. "Sweetie, you've obviously never heard of Gay Standard
Time. No one will show up for at least an hour - unless they want to hit the
booze early.

"Who is it?" I heard Dan's voice from a distant room.

"It's some hottie dressed like Zorro with no sword in tight leather pants,"
the fat Madonna yelled back. "I honestly don't know who it is."

"Jennifer," Dan named his room mate, "You're horrible. Let him borrow your
whip and he can be Zorro the Gay Blade."

"Oh that's perfect," Jennifer squealed. "I'll be right back."

Dan cam out of his room. He was dressed in late 60's hippie gear and had his
hair combed forward and was wearing little green-tinted sunglasses.

"You look exactly like John Lennon," I said. "Well, before he was shot."

"Rod! I can barely recognize you. " Dan was visibly pleased. "I'm glad you
could make it."

Jennifer emerged from her room with a whip. "Here, this will be perfect."

Dan grabbed the whip from her. "Jen, this is Rob from student government.
He's straight." He looked at me. "You don't need to take the whip."

"Hey," I shrugged. "It's just a costume. And it would be appropriate, given
the circumstances."

"OK," Dan said as he walked over to a punch bowl. "Want a drink? It's
electric punch."

"Sure," I grabbed a cup and drank it down. I burned. After 2 more cups, I
had a nice buzz going.

Right on cue people started arriving in mass at 10:30. Within 15 minutes
that party went from an attendance of 3 happy drunks to 80 happy drunks
dancing to club music.

I noticed a lot of guys staring at me. Dan came up to me and said I was
being targeted as fresh meat and that I better start tagging along with him
or Jen if I didn't want to have a lot of guys start hitting on me. "Face
it," Dan said. "You are a hottie all dressed in black."

I giggled. "Thanks. I think I'll hang with Jen so you don't have to put up
with me. Jen told me earlier that you were single and hopefully you'll get
hit on if I'm not around." I winked at him. I was getting seriously drunk.
And having some serious fun.

I couldn't help looking at the guys. Sure some were stereotypical fags - all
girly and stuff. But a lot of the guys were muscled and regular guy looking.
Some I even know from other fraternities. I quietly thanked fate that I was
wearing a mask.

I walked over to Jen. "Dan told me you were my escort so guys would hit on
me."

"Oh," she raised an eyebrow. "I'm no babysitter. Unless you want to be my
date for the evening."

"How about we just make friends," I countered.

She smiled and agreed. We went back over to the electric punch for a refill.
We talked for about an hour. I really got to like Jen and I couldn't help
but notice I felt comfortable around these gay people.

Then nature started calling. "Well, I gotta go to the bathroom," I excused
myself from Jen's company and made way to the restroom. The line was long -
real long. I didn't think I could wait.

I was drunk, but thought I was inspired when an idea hit. I could go outside
and go pee.

I quietly made my way to the front door, which was open to let cool air into
the over-crowded house. I started walking around back, found a dark place,
unzipped and started to empty my too-full bladder.

When I was done, I put my dick back in my underwear and started fumbling
with the zipper. I heard a noise behind me. Oh my god, it was the masked
guys! They think I'm gay and are going to beat me with baseball bats!

Forgetting about my zipper I turn to face my attackers with my fists ready
to fight. But who to I see, but Rob Ayres, with a goofy grin on his face.
Rob was a member of Alpha Chi Omega and the diving team.

"Uh, I was looking for a place to pee," Rob said. "I see you beat me too
it."

"You scared me," I said trying to act all dignified.

Rob looked down. "Nice underwear."

"Uh, I .." I fumbled to start the zipper. The leather has shrunk in the cold
Indiana autumn night chill.

"Hey," Rob grabbed my hand to stop me. "Don't be bashful. It'll only make
matters worse. Lemme pee and I'll help you with your zipper."

Before I could protest, Rob unzipped his fly, pulled out his dick and
started peeing into the bushes. He shook off the last droplets of urine
while looking at me. He put his penis back into his boxer, and without
zipping up his jeans, started walking toward me.

"Now let's see when we can to here." He grabbed my hand and pulled me
further into the back yard. "Let's get away from the pee bushes so no one
can see."

My mouth got dry and I obeyed him. We walked a small distance. Then Rob
turned to face me and got down on his knees. "OK, let me look here." He
started pulling my fly back together with little success. "It looks to me
like these pants are too tight in the crotch, dude." He said as he patted
the bulge in my underwear.

I've never had another guy touch me there before - even the doctor who gave
my me physicals had been a woman. Then I almost screamed in shock as Rob
reached into my pants and started re-arranging the content of my pants for
me.

"What are you doing?" I gasped - more out of shock than anything else.

"I'm trying to make more room so we can get you zipped up." Rob smiled
looking up at me. "But it seems your cock keeps getting bigger the more I
touch it." He was rubbing my gently as he spoke.

I swallowed hard. "Uh, I'm not gay." I said.

"That's OK," Rob said. "I'll be the cock sucking faggot and you can be the
straight guy who doesn't know what he's getting himself into. I like playing
games," he winked at me.

"Really, I don't think I want to do this," I protested.

"Oh, but gee," Rob affected an innocent fake southern accent. "Yo words say
no, but yo man membah says yes..." He continued to rub my growing dick and
then leaned into me and started chewing at my hardon through my underwear.

I moaned and pushed myself harder into his face. And let out a little "o"
sound when his finger slid into the leg of my underwear and started stroking
my balls.

"That's it dude," Rob said speaking into my saliva-wetted underwear. "Give
in to the temptation."

I grabbed onto the back of his head for support. His administrations to my
crotch were making my lightheaded. "Oh god, yeah."

Rob grabbed the back of my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to
mid thigh. I instantly felt the cold night air on my ass. That was quickly
replaced my the warmth of his hands as he used on hand on each cheek to pule
me closer.

His hot mouth engulfed my dick from tip to root. I could feel his lips
pressing into me pubes. He pulled off me. "God you're hot." He kissed the
tip of my cock. "You've got a nice dick." He wen back to work, tonguing my
shaft, then taking it all again with deep slow strokes in his mouth.

I was still holding he back of his head. I didn't realize until it was
almost too late that I was rhythmically thrusting into him. He pulled off
again, "Yeah, it hot when you fuck my mouth. But I need to kiss you."

He stood up and grabbed my still-slick dick in his right hand and started
jacking me. I shuddered with pleasure. He leaned forward to kiss me. I
turned away.

"But I'm not gay," I whispered.

"Dude, play time's over." He grabbed my face between his hands very gently
and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. I froze when he made contact.

He gently nibbled at me lips as his hand traveled down my back and once
again grabbed my ass. He pulled me closer and started grinding his
boxer-covered dick into my exposed cock. Without thinking, I too, let me
hands go to his back. They, too traveled down to his ass and I pulled him
harder into me.

He started kissing more passionately, tongues entwining. I started nibbling
back at his lower lip. He whispered. "Pull down my pants, I need to feel you
against my skin."

Blindly I did as he said. I put my hands into his waistband and worked his
pants and underwear over his hips and down to mid thigh. He pulled me back
to him and ground his hot dick into me harder than before. I was in heaven.

Rob pulled one of his hands off my ass and brought it up to his mouth. He
wet his hand with spit and grabbed both our cocks and started jerking us
both off in one hand. I moaned again. This was the best sexual feeling I had
ever experienced. I could feel his slick hot prick sliding through his hand
with mine; pressed together. I was panting and kissing him and moaning.

I totally blocked out the world. I had completely forgotten I was standing
in the open outside with my pants down to my thighs. I had completely
forgotten that I was not gay. All I cared about at that moment was this man
named Rob and his hot juicy cock being smashed together with mine. Robs
spit-lubed hand jerking us off to a fast-approaching orgasm.

"Dude, I'm gonna cum," Rob said and looked into my eyes, pleading for
permission. I shuddered with pleasure again, relieved he felt the same way
as me.

"I'm close too," I said, kissing his neck. "I won't last 2 more strokes."

With that, Rob grabbed on to our cocks with a firmer grip and started
jerking faster. I hugged him to me, resting my head on his shoulder, moaning
his name.

"Oh rob, yeah," I squeezed him tight as I started coming. I shot and his
hand came up and grabbed my come and used it as additional lube and he, too
started moaning and shooting his come all over the two of us.

When it was over, we just stood there holding each other. He still had both
our softening dicks in his hand. He kissed my neck and cleared his throat.

He leaned back slightly and reached up and removed my mask. "Well, Mr. Rod
Lake," He looked amused, "I'd never have thought you'd be such a hot fuck."

"You can't tell anybody," I said, suddenly afraid.

"Oh don't worry," Rob said. "I won't be able to tell a soul as long as you
keep the hot cock in my mouth."

"Really?" I couldn't believe my ears. "You want to do this again?"

"Oh yeah," Rob said. "I want to do this again with you - about 20,000 times
more" I laughed and kissed him on the nose.

* * *

I was jarred out of yet another recollection of Rob when I realized I had
driven all the way to Henry's without remembering stopping at stop lights or
taking the right exit. Don't you hate that?

I looked at the clock in the car.  Fuck - I was 45 minutes late. Cal was
sure to be pissed. I rushed into the bar and looked for Cal. He and Brad
were sitting at a booth just starting their meal.

Call looked over to me and waved. "Hi Rod, just in time." He laughed. "45
minutes late on the dot."

I sighed in relief and took a seat at the table and said hi to Brad and
ordered a cocktail to get the night started.

"We're going dancing at After Dark after this," Cal said, smiling a weird
smile.

"Yeah," Brad chimed in, "there's someone we want you to meet. Maybe it'll
get your mind off that Rob guy you keep pining over."

"Oh great." I ordered another drink, asking it be made a double...

----------------End of Part 2------------------

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