Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2005 21:40:41 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Alex Gets Educated - Chapter 9 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Alex Gets Educated Chapter 9 - New Beginnings - Jon's Story - Part I ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Columbus Day weekend had been so much fun, that I was rather depressed to go back to school after it ended. Not only would I be away from Alex and Tony, and only having my right hand for pleasure, but I'd have to go back to dealing with living with Steve! I suppose Steve really wasn't so bad, but as much as I tried to get along with him, he and I never really clicked. After our long weekend, it seemed to me that everytime I went back to our room, Steve had some of his buddies over, and they were being loud, watching some sporting event on TV, and drinking beer. I would've left and gone elsewhere to study, but more than a couple times when I walked in on his parties, one of his friends would be lying on my bed, or snooping through my stuff, so I thought it best to stay, so I could protect my stuff. Since I'd masturbated along with Steve the one time before the holiday weekend, Steve took it as a sign that I really had no problems with him pleasuring himself publicly in front of me. So, when Steve's friends weren't over, he seemed to spend virtually all of his time sitting naked at his computer, surfing for porn and jacking off! He tried several times to get me to join him again, but I always begged off, claiming to have jacked off earlier. Undaunted by my refusal to join him, Steve would turn his attention back to his internet porn and heartily pound his pud. Occasionally, in particular, as he was cumming, he'd glance over at me with a passionate look on his face. If I looked up, his eyes would lock onto mine and he'd stare at me with that look of passion on his face as he blew his load all over his desk. When his orgasm ended, he'd smile knowingly at me. The look on his face was just like that of a young boy who'd just discovered masturbation and had just had his first orgasm. He looked so cute, I couldn't help but smile back at him. This of course would cause him to break into a full-blown lewd grin. He apparently figured I was OK with his pleasuring himself openly in front of me. I suppose I really didn't care, but it sure seemed a strange thing for someone to do when the other person in the room wasn't interested in participating! Often, Steve went over to the Student Union, where there was a snack bar, to get something to eat. In an effort to try and be friends with him, if I was hungry, and had my homework pretty well caught up, I'd go sometimes too. Occasionally though, I'd stay back at our room, just to have some quiet time alone in our room without him. * * * One night Steve headed out for a snack, just after finishing jerking off. I stayed behind at our room, claiming to have too much homework to join him. In reality, I welcomed the few minutes of peace and quiet alone, so I could masturbate too - but by myself. Steven had just finished jacking off in front of me, and as usually happened, even though his dick didn't excite me, the look of passion on his face as he blew his load did most definitely arouse me! My dick was stiff as a board. As soon as Steve was gone, my hand dropped to my crotch, and I began kneading my genitals. I noticed Steve had left his computer on, and the internet up, so I stepped over to it and clicked on the dropdown box that displayed all the sites he'd visited during the current session. Looking through them, I found several links to porn movie clips he'd been watching. I brought one up. As I watched a young guy boning a good looking blond girl in a hot tub, I massaged my dick. The guy in the flick was pretty cute, and the angle it was filmed from highlighted his ass quite nicely. He had a really cute bubble butt. Whenever he withdrew from the girl, it would push back, and his cheeks would open slightly, while his balls dangled in full view between his legs. I could just see a bit of his hole each time he pulled out of her, which drove me crazy. I really wanted to see a closeup of it! As I watched, I stood up and opened my jeans, and shoved them and my boxers down to my ankles. Steve's bottle of lotion was sitting there, so I helped myself to some, and soon was sliding my well-lubed hand up and down my rod, as I watched the action on Steve's computer screen. A couple minutes later, I felt my orgasm start to build up. Breathing heavily, and pumping my hand swiftly up and down my dick, I stared at the screen, as it looked like the actor was getting ready to cum as well. Suddenly, the actor pulled out of the girl, ripped his condom off, and began rapidly jacking off, squatting over the girl, with his cock held down pointing at her ass. This position opened his cheeks wide. As the camera closed in on the scene, I got the closeup of the guys beautiful, pink, puckered asshole. "OOOhhhh!" he gasped and his pucker tightened, as a string of cum shot out of his dick, streaking across the girl's left ass cheek. "OHHHHHhh!!!" I groaned as my own orgasm began, and I fired a shot of my own cum all over the surface of Steve's desk. Suddenly, behind me I heard Steve cry "DAMN! I knew you wanted to get off too!" "Unnnhhhh!" I groaned, my head spinning toward Steve, as my second spasm sent more cum shooting out of my dick and all over his desk. "Close the door!" I gasped, turning beet red, as Steve stood in the open doorway staring at me, grinning lewdly. "Oh yeah," he snickered stepping inside and shutting the door. Steve's eyes never diverted from watching me as I continued cumming. I was embarrassed that he was watching me, but as it wasn't the first time he'd seen me cumming, and I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, so I just kept going until I finished. "Nice load Dude!" Steve drawled, walking over to me and grinning laciviously when I'd finished. "Ya coulda done that when I was going at it too though!" Still red in the face, and quickly pulling my pants up, I said, "Well... I don't have a brother at home who I jerked off with all the time like you do...... um I'm sorry I used your computer without asking though. "No sweat man! You can borrow my porn anytime you want!" Steve said, smiling. "Maybe we can watch it together a little more often, and you'll get more used to jackin' off with someone! Makes it a little more fun when someone else is gettin' off with you!" "uh... thanks... we'll see..." I said, non-commitally. Steve smiled and said, "Anyway... you hungry now? I forgot my wallet. That's why I came back. You feel like joining me now? It's Nachos Night at the Union!" Nachos did sound good right then, and I was hungry. So, since I'd finished what I really wanted to stay behind to do, I decided to go with Steve. * * * When we got to the Student Union, it was fairly crowded. Having each gotten an order of Nachos Grande, we looked around the room for a place to sit. In the back corner, Steve spied a friend of his, who waved at us. Steve called to me to follow him, which I did. Steve's friend Jared, who I recognized as having been to our room a few times to watch football, was sitting at a table, along with another guy who looked familiar. Jared motioned to the other half of the table and told us to join them. We did. "This is my roommate Ryan Fitzpatrick," Jared said. "How come we haven't met you before?" Steve asked Ryan. "Fitz isn't into sports too much!" Jared said, giving Steve a knowing look. Jared turned and smirked at Ryan a moment, then grinned at the two of us. Ryan turned lightly red in the face, as he smiled slightly and nodded shyly at the two of us, before returning his gaze to his plate of Nachos. Jared and Steve got talking then about the previous night's football game. Ryan and I sat quietly, eating our Nachos. Occasionally, as I was looking him over, I noticed Ryan glance at me. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly blushed a little and looked away shyly. "Aren't you taking a European History course with Dr. Tessitore?" I asked, after a few minutes, when I suddenly realized why Ryan looked familiar. "Yes," Ryan said, in a soft, somewhat wispy voice. "I thought I knew you from somewhere." "Yeah, you sit up front, right?" I asked. "Yeah, and you sit in back," Ryan said. I snickered and said, "Old habit from high school. I always liked to be in back, so I didn't get called on as much." Ryan smiled and said that was why he sat up front. In his school, the teachers had realized why the kids sat in back and regularly called on the kids sitting back there first! We grinned at each other, then started talking about a term paper we'd been assigned. Once we'd finished discussing that, we talked a little about ourselves as well. Although he was obviously very shy, Ryan appeared to be a nice guy. I could tell I liked him right away. He was a quiet guy, who was very serious about studying. He was really cute too. He appeared to be a little shorter than me, and he was skinny. He had light brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. His skin was pale and unblemished, and he didn't look like he needed to shave often yet. As I looked at him, I noticed that he was checking me out too. We both smiled shyly when we were caught looking at each other at the same time. As we sat talking, I found myself wondering how come I got paired with a guy like Steve as a roommate, and Ryan got paired with Jared, since Jared and Steve clearly were better matched for each other, and it appeared Ryan and I were too. After about an hour, Ryan excused himself, saying he had to go back to his room, because he had an English essay to write. I decided to leave then too, and head back to my room to do some more homework as well. Steve and Jared, both decided to stay at the Student Union for a while, to watch a basketball game on the big screen TV with some other guys. As we were in the same dorm building together, Ryan and I walked back to our dorm together. I got off the elevator first, as Steve's and my room was on one of the lower floors, while Ryan continued a few floors up to the level his and Jared's room was on. * * * Jon would've been surprised, but pleased, if he knew what Ryan did when he got back to his room. When Ryan got to his room, he flopped down on his bed and smiled to himself. He hadn't wanted to go to the Student Union, but he was glad he had. Otherwise he'd never have met Jon! "God he's gorgeous!" Ryan murmured, still smiling to himself. As he closed his eyes and picture Jon in his mind, his hand moved to his crotch, and he squeezed his penis, which was beginning to swell. In his mind's eye, Ryan pictured Jon reaching down and lifting the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. "Mmmm!" Ryan moaned, squeezing his cock as he imagined what Jon's chest and armpits looked like as they came into view. By the time Ryan's mental image of Jon had removed his shirt and was reaching down to unbuckle his belt, Ryan's dick was rock hard. It was also bent uncomfortably downward in front of his scrotum. Rather than reaching down inside his pants to adjust it, Ryan quickly unbuckled his own belt, opened his jeans, and shoved them and his boxers down to his ankles. As he pushed his pants down, Ryan's dick immediately felt better. Quickly Ryan pulled his shirt off over his head too. When, he laid back down on his back his cock sprang upward, and pointed straight up at his face. Ryan had a beautiful, somewhat delicate looking, 7-1/2", cut cock. In his scrotum, which was smooth and nearly hairless, dangled two good sized eggs. A smile spread across Ryan's face as he wrapped his right hand around his shaft and began gently masturbating. He cupped his balls with his left hand and began gently kneading them. As Ryan masturbated, he returned to his fantasy about Jon. In his imagination, he saw Jon finishing stripping, until he was completely nude. Ryan felt a surge of pleasure pass through his body and his dick flexed as he pictured Jon standing before him, naked, with a huge boner, the tip of which was moist with pre-cum. In his fantasy, Jon was looking wantonly at Ryan, as if asking him to have sex with him. Ryan's breathing became heavier, and he began beating off faster, as he imagined lying down on a bed in a '69' position with Jon, and the two of them began sucking on each other's dicks. "Mmmm..." Ryan moaned as he imagined Jon's mouth sliding up and down his cock, and his hands fondling his balls and ass. It wasn't long before Ryan felt his orgasm building up. In his mind, he sped up sucking on Jon's cock, and Jon sped up sucking on his. In real life, Ryan's pelvis had begun moving up and down on the bed, and his breathing became even deeper and faster. "OHHHHhhhh...fuckkk!" Ryan gasped, as in real life, he launched a volley of cum from his cock. It landed in a huge glob on his breastbone. In his fantasy, both Jon and Ryan had begun cumming as well, each filling the other's mouth with their cum. The two boys in Ryan's fantasy, and Ryan himself in real life, continued spasming each at the exact same time. In his mind, he knew that Jon's cum tasted wonderful, and he wanted all of it! "UUnnnnnhhhh....God!" Ryan gasped, shooting more cum all over himself. "Mmmmmmmm...!" he moaned a moment later as ejaculated again. Eventually, after a half minute went by, Ryan's orgasm ended. So did his and Jon's in his fantasy. "Fuck!" Ryan said, in a berating tone. "What the fuck am I wasting my time with fantasies about him for? He'll be straight!" Feeling depressed at the thought, Ryan cleaned himself up, dressed, and began working on his homework. * * * When I got back to mine and Steve's room, I flopped down on my bed, and replayed the events of the previous hour, recalling everything me and Ryan had said to one another. I liked Ryan a lot, and hoped we'd become good friends. "I don't dare hope that he's gay though!" I thought to myself. "That'd be too much to hope for! I mean it'd be fantastic if he was, but even though he seems a little wussy, it doesn't mean he's gay! Rather than doing homework, I just laid there for a while, thinking about Ryan. Eventually, I pulled out a text book to do some reading. * * * When Steve returned to our room later that evening, he said, "So you and Jared's roommate seemed to hit it off." "Yeah, he's in a history class I'm in. He seemed nice," I said. Steve grinned and said, "Better be careful, Jared swears he's queer!" "I see," I said, not wanting Steve to see how much I wished that were so, but also that I didn't like how he remarked about it. "Yeah, Jared says he's caught 'im looking him over whenever he gets naked!" Steve said. "Well, maybe Jared's got a tiny dick and he's just surprised to see it!" I said. Steve gave an uneasy chuckle, and looked a little hurt. He dropped the subject. I guess I hit a little too close to home for him with my "tiny dick" remark. I was sorry I'd said it, but didn't try to apologize. I went back to my reading then, but actually just sat staring at the page for a while, wondering if there was any merit to what Jared suspected of his roommate. Was it possible Ryan was gay? * * * Over the next couple weeks, it seemed that I saw either Jared or Ryan, or both of them, almost every day. Ryan and I saw each other in class, and started to slowly develop a friendship. At the same time, Jared and Steve's friendship seemed to grow as well. Jared seemed to come down to our dorm a lot more often. It was funny when one day, he looked at me as I sat trying to study, while he and Steve were watching a game, and said "I think the school screwed up on the dorm assignments. You're definitely more like my roommate, and I'm more like your's. Ryan hates sports, and I love them, and you don't seem to like them either, but Steve does. They should've put me and Steve together and you and Ryan together! All you two do is study!" "Well, it isn't that I hate sports, I just don't have time for them. But, you're right, we do seem to have been cross-matched," I said, smiling. * * * The following Saturday morning, Steve and I both decided to head over to the Cafe for breakfast at the same time. While we were getting ready to go, Ryan and Jared were in their room, getting showered and dressed too. They too intended to head to the cafe for breakfast. Ryan was still lying in bed, while Jared was showering. Since he planned on showering next, which meant he planned on jacking off as well, he reached into his underwear drawer and pulled out a gay porn magazine. Flopping down on his stomach, on his bed, he opened the magazine and began perusing it. Almost instantly, he felt his penis begin to stiffen. Smiling to himself, he reached underneath him, and into his boxers, and adjusted his burgeoning member, so that it was comfortable. As he perused his magazine, staring at the gorgeous guys, his dick soon became completely hard, and he began humping up and down a little on the bed. Just as he was beginning to wonder if he had time to jerk off properly, he heard the shower shut off. Panicing, he shoved the magazine under the mattress. He didn't want Jared to find that! A moment later, Jared strolled, naked into their room, and announced that the bathroom was free. While he busied himself in his underwear drawer, Ryan leaped up and dashed into the bathroom, so that Jared wouldn't catch site of him with a tent in his boxers! As soon as the door was shut, Ryan ripped his boxers down and stepped into the shower. He turned the shower on, and stood under the spray a moment, looking down at his throbbing erection, as he let the warm water cascade down over his body. Then, smiling, he poured a goodly amount of shampoo into his hand, stepped out from under the spray and began lathering his hair up. Once his hair was thick with soapy foam, he ran his soapy hands down over his body, washing himself all over. When he reaches his pubic hair, Ryan reached up to his head and scooped more shampoo into his hands, then he began rubbing the soap all over his still rigid cock and balls with his right hand, while with his left, he reached behind himself and ran his hand between his buttocks, sliding his fingers up and down over his asshole. A moment later, Ryan wrapped his hand around his penis, and while his left hand continued rubbing up and down between his ass cheeks, over his pucker, he began to masturbate in earnest, sliding his slippery fist up and down his rigid pole. * * * As Ryan began pleasuring himself in the shower, Jared finished dressing in their room. As he was tying his sneakers on, he saw a magazine sticking out from under Ryan's mattress. "Why that little slut!" he chuckled, grinning to himself. When he'd finished tying his shoes, he got up and pulled the magazine out from between Ryan's magazine and the box spring. Jared's eyes shot open and a look of anger crossed his face. "Son of a BITCH!" he snarled! As much as Jared had made fun of Ryan ever since they began rooming together, saying he thought Ryan was gay, he'd never really meant it. He knew his roommate was sensitive, and not very macho, but he expected he was straight anyway. When they'd filled out questionaires about themselves, in an effort to be matched to prospective roommates, one of the questions asked about your orientation. That meant that unless the school had made a HUGE mistake and paired him with someone who'd said they were gay, that Ryan had lied about his orientation! The last thing Jared ever wanted to do was live with someone who was gay! Being queer just wasn't right in Jared's book! * * * In the shower, Ryan was getting closer and closer to his orgasm as he continued pleasuring himself. He was standing with his feet spread apart, looking up, so his throat was open, so he could breathe easier. His eyes were closed, and there was a smile on his lips as his right hand was pistoning up and down his stiff rod, and his left hand was sliding up and down over his asshole yet, causing him some awesome sensations. "Mmmmmm....." He moaned happily to himself. Suddenly the showerstall door ripped open. Ryan's eyes flew open and he looked in front of him to find a furious Jared standing there, holding his porn magazine in his face. "IS THIS YOUR'S????" Jared practically bellowed. A myriad of emotions swirled rapidly through Ryan's mind. At first he was mortified to be caught masturbating. Then he was scared by the look on Jared's face. Again he was mortified that Jared had found his magazine. Then he was scared again, or what Jared intended to do. He was also furious with himself for leaving it where Jared would find it. Finally, he was also confused about how to handle the situation. "WELL????" Jared yelled, furiously. With a huge lump in his throat, and tears welling in his eyes, Ryan nodded slightly. "YOU'RE GAY?????" Jared yelled, even more furiously. Looking scare, with his lower jaw beginning to tremble slightly, and his dick now completely wilted in the hand that was holding it, Ryan blinked and nodded slightly. Jared looked ready to explode. "When you filled out the application to come here - did you put down you were gay????" He snarled. A tear broke from Ryan's right eye and trickled down his cheek, as he almost inperceptibly shook his head "no". "I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!" Jared hollered. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME YOU FUCKING FAGGOT??" More tears broke from Ryan's eyes, as he watched Jared start pacing between the bathroom and their main room, as he went into a tirade about how Ryan had lied, and it wasn't fair! Everyone was supposed to tell the truth about that on their applications! There was no way he'd ever have lived with a faggot! Not knowing what to do, Ryan had stepped out of the shower, towel dried, and put on the clothes he'd brought into the bathroom with him. "I WANT YOU OUT OF THIS ROOM! PERMANENTLY!" Jared screamed at him from across the room, as Ryan walked out of the bathroom. By then, Jared looked madder than Ryan had ever seen anyone look. Ryan was terrified that Jared was going to attack him. Even though his hair was still wet, and he was still trying to get control of his emotions, Ryan reached down, scooped up his sneakers, then turned and ran out the door. He didn't stop running til he was outside his building. There, he sat down on a bench, and buried his face in his hands. He wept for a minute, but then got himself under control. He put on his sneakers, got up, and started walking. Not knowing what to do, he headed for the cafe, in hopes that a cup of coffee would help his frazzled nerves. * * * Steve and I had gone to the cafe for breakfast. We'd both gotten omlets, hashbrowns, bacon, toast, coffee and juice. As we were sitting eating, I noticed Ryan walk in. He looked very disheveled, and upset. He got a cup of coffee, then headed into the dining room. He didn't seem to see us, as he scanned the tables for an empty one. As he was about to walk past us, I said "HEY!" He stopped and looked down at us. "Hi," he said. It was obvious Ryan was upset. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," he replied. "Where's Jared?" Steve asked. Ryan suddenly looked more upset, but said he didn't know where Jared was. "Sit down," I said, indicating an empty chair. "No thanks. I gotta go," Ryan said. Abruptly, Ryan walked off. I turned and looked after him. He went into the far corner and sat down at an empty table and sipped his coffee. "That was weird," I said. "Wonder what's wrong with him?" "I don't know, but he obviously wants to be alone, so leave him be," Steve advised. I turned and looked at Ryan again. Ryan was looking down into his cup of coffee. It was obvious that something was really wrong. "Well... maybe we'll find out what's up now," Steve said. I turned and followed Steve's eyes. Jared had just walked into the cafe. He didn't look happy... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published shortly.