Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2008 11:36:36 -0400
From: rbrown001@cox.net
Subject: CHANCE, THE AFTERMATH, PART TWO

     Days and then weeks passed since that night I'd been with Chance.  I
hadn't seen him since and not much of Jeff, except for the few times we'd
worked out together at the gym.  He hadn't mentioned doing anything at
those times and neither did I. I'd been with Julie and then a friend of
hers a couple of times, but Jeff was not mentioned. For the most part, I'd
put my sex life on hold.

     I had begun to brood, however, over the things I'd done with Chance,
and Jeff, to some extent. At night I'd often dream about them and would
even catch myself during the day, thinking about how it'd felt and stuff.

     I wasn't especially happy about this. It wasn't the kind of life I'd
always lived or, for that matter, was even familiar to me. These new
experiences seemed to have made me restless and kind of unsettled most of
the time, something I'd never been before and didn't know how to cope with.

     One night as I was walking to the gym, I noticed a car pass me a
couple of times and then, making a u-turn, drive back by slowly and then
pull over to the curb near me.  As I walked by, I heard a voice call to me
from inside the car, a voice I immediately recognized.

     "Hey, guy, where are you headed?" he asked, leaning over to look out
the window of the passenger's side. Seeing his face, smiling broadly as he
looked up at me, I felt a flush of blood surge into my face.

     "Hi," I responded, smiling back at him at as walked over to his
car. "What are you up to?  I'm on my way to the gym."

     "Well, get in," he said, opening the door.  "I'll take you there."

     "Oh, I'm almost there," I explained, leaning on the door and pointing
to the building. "It's just over there."

     "Well, get in anyway. Let's talk," he suggested.  Without thinking,
and honestly glad to see him, I got in and sat down, leaving the door open.
"So, how've you been?" he asked.

     "Oh, fine," I said, looking into his eyes, smiling. "And you?"

     "Oh, pretty good," he exclaimed. "But really, I'm glad to see you
again. I wanted to get in touch with you, but didn't know how."

     "Yeah, me either," I replied, without thinking.

     "Here," he said, taking out a piece of paper, "give me your phone
number or email address."

     Without hesitation, I wrote down both my cell phone number and my
email address. Giving them to him, I looked up at him. As our eyes met, we
looked at each other, smiling but not speaking.

     "Good," he said finally, looking down at the paper and then up at me
again, his eyes searching mine for some kind of signal.

     "You know," he said softly and then stopped. "This is something new
for me. I don't know quite how to handle it."

     Then as I felt his hand move up against my thigh just below my shorts,
I looked down at it, watching it slide inside the loose leg, his fingers
probing the badly stretched mesh pouch of my jock.

     "Yes," I replied, gently grasping his wrist, keeping his hand just on
my thigh as I closed the car door and then leaned my head back against the
seat. "I think I understand. You don't have to say it."

     "But I want so much to be with you again. You know?" he
exclaimed. "You don't know how much."

     "Oh, yes, I do know," I admitted, "but when that can happen, I don't
know. But soon.  Okay?" I looked up at him, expecting him to protest a
little, or at least press me to set a time, but he didn't.  He nodded,
squeezing my thigh, but then pulled his hand away.

     "Sure," he said, "I'll give you a call, or you can call me. Here, let
me give you my cell number and my email." I waited as he wrote them out and
handed them to me.  "Ok, my friend," he said, handing me the paper. "Let me
hear from you, soon."

     Squeezing his hand in mine, I got out of the car.  "I'm glad you
recognized me walking down the street," I said, closing the door. "See you
later." I looked back at him and smiled as I walked into the gym. I didn't
hear him drive away.

     My workout was much the same, but perhaps more intense as I tried to
get seeing Chance out of my mind. A couple of times I had to cool down when
I'd get too carried away on the machines, as if I were intentionally trying
to wear myself out.

     I saw Jeff, but he was across the room, working out with some other
guys. I mostly worked the machines and then even ran a few laps before
going down into the locker room.  Jeff came in as I was about to get in the
showers.

     "Hi, stranger," he said, opening his locker, his eyes moving over my
naked body. "Good to see you here again.  Where you been?"

     Hanging a towel around my neck, I told him I'd been busy at work and
with classes. He continued to talk as he undressed, but I went ahead into
the showers. They were mostly empty.

     Later he followed me, using the same head I was standing under. We
didn't speak at first, but I could feel his eyes on my body.

     "Damn, you're looking good," I heard him say, eventually. "You must
have been working out pretty hard lately. You look even better than usual."
Then looking around as the last two guys left the shower, he said softly,
leaning into me, "Your dick's sure swollen tonight, and I mean swollen. You
must not be getting it as regular as you used to."

     "No, guess not," I replied, rinsing off one last time and walking over
to pick up my towel, drying off as I walked back to my locker. Jeff
followed just after me, drying off beside me.  We didn't talk much until,
straddling the bench between us, Jeff said down, gazing at my exposed
groin.

     "You do know," he said, softly, leaning into my groin "we could do
something about that. It looks more than swollen to me now. It looks hard."
Covering myself with the towel, I looked around and, placing my finger to
my mouth, signaling him to be quiet, as I continued to dress.

      Misinterpreting my behavior, Jeff quickly dried off and dressed,
walking out of the locker room as I did, expecting to do something I hadn't
intended to suggest I wanted.  He said nothing, but when I passed up the
way to the basement, Jeff quickly reacted.

     "Hey, where are you going?" I stared at him blankly, pretending I
didn't know what his problem was.

     "Come on," he whispered, signaling toward the door with his hand.  No
longer able to pretend ignorance, I frowned and shook my head no, but he
glared back.

     "This way," he insisted.  "We need to talk."

     Against my better judgment, I followed him down into the basement to
the usual place we'd been going. Sitting up on some boxes beneath a small,
narrow ventilation window on the front of the building, I leaned back
against the wall, my legs loosely open, as I waited to hear what Jeff had
to say.

     At first, he didn't say anything. He just gazed at the conspicuous
bulge in my crotch, but I knew well what he was thinking. I stared silently
at the floor, having some thinking to do myself.

     "Well," he said finally. "What are you waiting for?  Pull it out." I
looked at him blankly, a little offended by his confident manner. I shook
my head, trying to hide my frustration with a laugh.

     "Ah, man, give it a rest," I said, slightly disgusted. "You know this
doesn't cut it anymore. Are you forgetting the last time?  I couldn't even
keep it up long enough to cum."  Jeff frowned at me in silence.

    "Oh, come on now," he exclaimed, the ring of sarcasm in his voice. "You
were almost hard and standing out in the locker room just now. In fact, I
saw you when you first came into the workout room. You were so swollen out
then you almost stuck out of your shorts, and you had a jock on. You're
ready for some action, and don't tell me you're not."

     Stretching up to look out of the window, I tried to ignore what he
said, but I knew it was true. I didn't even remember the last time I got
off. Little did he know, but I was ready for it even just before I came in
the gym that night. And I almost got it. I was sorry then I hadn't.

     "Come on, guy," he kept urging. "What's your problem lately?  We had a
good thing going there for a while.  Now you seem to be trying to ruin it."

     I thought for a moment, stalling for time, but he didn't seem to be
giving up.  Finally, I did. I suspected nothing was going to happen
anyway. I probably wouldn't be able to keep it up.

     Standing up, I started to pull off my shorts and jock, but then
stopped, pulling them down only enough to get my dick out. Then sitting
again on the boxes, I leaned back against the wall, waiting for him to do
his thing and get it over with.

     Jeff didn't waste time. Taking hold of my dick, he squeezed it several
times, stroking it out from my body and smiling as it grew, thickening
rapidly in his hand to a rather enormous size.

     "Yeah," he exclaimed, groaning with satisfaction. "That's more like
it. You'll get off this time, I predict."  Then, as it swelled, hardening
rapidly, he said, "Pull these shorts and that jock off completely, so I can
get it better."

     "No," I quickly responded. "That's enough. You've got plenty to work
with already." Jeff wasn't happy about that, but sliding his mouth down
over the head and some of my shaft, he quickly forgot his disappointment as
he got into sucking it, groaning rather noisily with increasing
satisfaction.

     I was surprised not only that my dick had gotten so hard, but also
that what he was doing felt so good. I pushed the top of my shorts further
down, allowing my responsive dick more freedom. It's true I hadn't cum in
quite a while. The head of my dick was so sensitive it hurt if he lingered
on it too long. There was no doubt I'd drop a load and it'd be a big one.

     Watching Jeff's mouth sliding up and down over my fat dick, at first
my mind a blank, I started to recall images of Chance's full lips pressing
against my dick as it slid in and out of his mouth. Closing my eyes, I
escaped briefly into memories of that night and the powerful sensations I'd
felt.

     The longer this went on, the surer I was that I'd cum soon and a lot.
But also the less anxious I was to give it to Jeff.  It sounded silly to me
even then to admit I'd rather Chance take my cum than Jeff.  But
considering all the pleasure he'd given me the last time we were together,
it seemed he deserved it, and I knew he wanted it more than Jeff. At least
I felt he did.

    Slowly standing up, I stretched my body up, looking out the window,
trying to find the spot in front of the building where Chance and I had
parked and talked, where I should have given him my load and wished then I
had. Jeff stretched up on his knees, continuing to suck my dick, deep
throating it often, his hands forcing my lower body against his.

     I couldn't remember exactly where we'd parked, but there was no car at
all parked in front of the building. Pressing against the glass, I looked
to either side out the window. Suddenly I did see a car drive up and stop
not quite in front of the building. For a moment, it looked like Chance's,
but I couldn't be sure. I watched, but no one got out of the car.

     Leaning my forehead against the glass, I thought about how foolish I
was acting. I'd never had such thoughts in my life. I couldn't understand
why I was then. What was happening to me?

     Here I was, a supposedly straight guy, being sucked off by another guy
while thinking I'd rather give my cum to yet another one.  What's going on
here?  Something's crazy. Or is it just me?  I couldn't figure the what or
why of any of this, and I couldn't get my mind off it.

     Then coming back to the present, I realized the pressure in my groin
to cum was no longer there and, and looking down, I saw my dick wasn't even
hard any more.  Frustrated with this, Jeff was relentlessly trying to suck
it up hard once more, but it was no use.  Once again, if seemed, the moment
was gone, at least with Jeff.

     Suddenly something in me seemed to quick. Pulling my dick out of
Jeff's mouth, I slid off the boxes, although he protested loudly,
especially as I wiped his saliva from my dick and stuffed it back in my
jock.

    "What's going on?" Jeff asked, obviously confused by my behavior. "This
is the second time you've freaked out on me." I looked at him for a moment,
not knowing exactly what to say.

     "I'm not sure," I replied, picking up my bag and starting toward the
stairs. "But I think I've finally figured out there's more to all this than
a blow job."

     Jeff looked at me in amazement and, following me up the stairs and out
of the building, stopped me on the sidewalk.

     "I'm not sure what you're talking about," Jeff complained, looking at
me with a kind of motherly concern.

     "Me either," I replied, trying not to laugh as I left him in front of
the building, "but I'm willing to find out.



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                               Spring, 2008