Date: Sat, 10 Apr 2021 09:29:18 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Five Years Later Five years at last cajuncock If you've gotten this far you know the drill. This is a work of gay fiction, the sole property of the author. It may not be reused or reprinted without his written permission. If you enjoy the stories on this site please contribute to keep it going. Comments welcomed- jaskejr@hotmail.com I'd waited a long time for this night, for him. We'd met in college, our freshman year. He was the blond god with laughing blue eyes and a constant smile, no matter what was going on. I was not the brightest lad. I also suffered from a total lack of sexual experience. This was mainly due to my mother's catholic background. Her priests preached against all sex out of marriage and especially sex between men. Little did we know about their own private sins. Our college, a small catholic campus in upstate New York, was an all male institution, not unusual for the time. My dorm room shared the bathroom showers with the other 19 men. It was rare that we had any privacy to "rub one out". Lucky for me, my room mate and I had different class schedules. He was normally up and out before 9AM. My first class wasn't until 10. My fixation with the tall blond began shortly after school began. By some quirk of fate we had similar class schedules. I got to shower, all were open showers, a few minutes before he came in to shave. I'd just lathered up my pubes and cock when he walked in. I quickly turned to face the tiled walls of the shower, hoping to cum before he finished shaving. No such luck, he walked under the adjoining shower head just as I reached the point of no return. He was facing me as the first jets shot onto the wall. "Nice" he said, "Glad I'm not the only horny one here." He proceeded to soap up his thick, blond pubic bush. I couldn't help staring speechless. As he stroked his soapy cock he moaned calling out some girl's name. His climax was far more powerful than my own. Finishing our showers we were toweling off and struck up a conversation. He began "I'm John by the way." I looked up at his smiling face saying "John here to." We laughed and walked together back to our rooms. His was just two doors from my own. Over the next few weeks we had several conversations, comparing our lives and experiences in this new world of college. He was a very likeable guy, the opposite of my own shyness. We never mentioned the shower incident again even though he did sometimes tease me with a nick name "Big John". I doubted that anyone ever caught on. Not that he was small by any means. He was one of the few guys with a car on campus. So I'd often tag along when he wanted to go someplace. His car was small, a 2 seater stick shift. On more than one occasion he'd miss the gear shift and grab my knee. I'd pull away. Once he did this and apologized saying "Sorry, I thought I had the stick." I laughed and said "You almost got the wrong stick." We both laughed. His girlfriend lived in an apartment complex off campus. She'd often set me up with girls she knew. They were very nice but I was far too shy to pursue them. Over time, John and I kept busy schedules and seldom saw each other in the shower room. Thanks to my room mate, John soon joined our weekly card game. This made me very nervous since I knew that I was attracted to him in some unknown way. John and my room mate were both golfers. Some mornings they'd go out for 9 holes before classes. When they returned to the dorm my roommate would grab his books and rush off to class leaving John to wake me. One such morning, I was half awake and John stood over my bed. I heard him whisper "If only I had the nerve to tell you the truth." He then leaned over to kiss my cheek. "Wake up sleepy head!" he yelled in my ear. I jumped up to find him standing there laughing. Since I woke with a hardon that was obvious in my lose shorts, he pointed to it and said "Must've been a nice dream?" I was blushing and had nothing to say. So he continued to taunt me "Dreaming of anyone I know?" "Certainly, not you blondie." I yelled. The room was silent as he walked closer to me, smiling. "I could only hope it was someone we know." He left to go to his room and I gathered up my things to shower. Leaving the room, I bumped right into John who wore only a towel around his waist. "Funny meeting you here, going to take care of business?" I slapped his ass and laughed. He walked behind me as we went to the shower. Both of us shaved and headed to the shower area. I put my towel next to his and turned on the water. It was just warm enough. I heard him moan saying "I needed this after 9 holes." Being the smart ass at this point I responded "Whose holes?" He slapped my ass and pulled me back towards him. He whispered "There's only that I want right now!" I felt him rub his cock against my hip, it was hard. I was shocked and quickly replied "Down tiger, that's reserved for someone special." We both laughed at his playful gestures. Now it's 5 years after our graduation. He found my address through my old room mate and sent me a letter. He told me that he was working on his thesis and would be in the city for the weekend to research. I gave him my phone number suggested that he might save money by staying at my apartment when he came to town. I knew through mutual friends that he'd married his sweet heart right after graduation. I'd also learned that the marriage ended 2 years later. Meanwhile I had come to terms with being gay. It was much easier being gay in the big city than on the campus or in my southern home town. He called the week before he was to come down, thanking me and accepting my invitation. He said that it would only be for 2 nights because he had to be at work on Monday. The day before he arrived a got a phone message giving me his travel details. I decided to meet his train rather than going through the trouble of having him try to find my place. I had changed a great deal over the five years. I'd taken to going to a gym, a gay one, and taken up swimming. I stood at the top of the stairs in the station waiting. I recognized him instantly. That smile was the same. We hugged each other there in the station, excited at meeting after all these years. We took the subway back to my place. It was nearly 7PM so I suggested we go out to a nearby Italian place for supper. Over dinner and a bottle of wine we got each other caught up. I didn't ask about the marriage. But he did ask about my life in the city and my job at a publishing house. I told him that after I settled in the city I realized I was attracted to other men, basically coming out. He laughed telling me that he suspected as much. He also said that many men were not as brave about sexuality. After dinner I took him to one of my favorite piano bars. He quickly made friends with the gay men, singing show tunes with the crowd. About 11PM he asked if we might go home since he needed to make an early start at the university library. I agreed and hailed a taxi to get us home. Once in the apartment, I apologized about not having a spare bedroom but offered to sleep on the pullout sofa so he could have my bed. He laughed and said "Never will I put you out. I'll take the sofa." So we set off to prepare for bed. I told him good night and went to my room. I normally slept in a pair of gym shorts. So I pulled them on and got into bed. I was restless for a while. When I heard a tap on the door. It opened to reveal John in his own shorts. He came in and said "We have to talk." I motioned for him to sit on the bed and waited for him to start. "You know I really liked you in school." he began. I nodded saying we were good friends. "But I wanted us to be closer and was too much of a coward to tell you." he whispered softly. I looked up at his face and saw a tear run down. I motioned for him to move closer. I held him close with his head on my shoulder. "I was so confused!" he whispered. "We all were." I responded. I pulled us both to lay back on the bed. He raised up on an elbow looking at me. "I always loved you from the very first time in the shower. I wanted to kiss you, too feel your soft lips. I was such a confused and cowardly fool. I should never have married. It ruined two lives. I know now that I would've been happy with you. " I held him tight and said nothing. "Could you ever feel love for such a coward?" he asked. Now I spoke softly saying "I knew that I was attracted to you. But the times and that place made it impossible to say it. Yes, I could love you since I know what it feels like. But in the morning we must agree to have a long talk over coffee before you leave for the university. Right now show me how you can make love to another coward." And we did make love into the late hours and morning. His dick felt as if it belonged in me. His passion was deep and grew even deeper inside me. I still knew that we had much to discuss and even more importantly some serious emotional issues. But our love making was gentle, not rushed. He was a gentle lover making sure that all of my needs were met. On the other hand, I was full of long repressed passion. I wanted to feel him inside me and I wanted to be inside of him. I was determined to seal a relationship, however short. I woke about 6AM hearing the nearby church chimes. I was only half awake but awake enough to feel that I was being spooned by a body behind me. I also felt a hard cock resting in my ass crack. I remember the passion of the previous night and felt an arm wrapped around me, holding tight. John was asleep but aware of who was in bed with him. He mumbled my name and tightened his hold on my cock. I went back to sleep feeling safe in his arms. The alarm went off at 8AM, I'd set it when we returned the night before. I moved, turning to face John. he was awake, smiling, " Can't we spend a few more minutes in bed? " he begged. As he spoke I felt his stiffness rub against my own. He quickly flipped me over and lay on top of my back. His stiff cock perfectly placed in my ass crack. I moaned as I felt him find his target. I was still pretty well lubed from the night before so his entry was fast and smooth. He leaned over kissing my neck. I moaned as I felt him move inside my body. I was helpless to resist him. I pushed back, getting on my knees to offer myself to him. He held my hips as he began pounding my hole. He kept saying over and over again "So good! So good! Please love me! Please love me!" My only response was to call out his name. He reached under to grab my now stiff cock. His pounding stimulated my prostate causing a river of my pre-cum to smear the sheets under me. He began pumping faster. I felt the cock grow inside my ass. I tightened my ass muscles to hold him inside. Within minutes both of us reached the point of no return. He reared back pushing deeper and yelling "YES!" I too felt my balls tighten as the cum rushed through my body and out of my overly excited cock. John slowed his pumping making sure that I had every once of his gift buried deep inside my body. My body felt limp as I lay on the wet sheets. He fell onto my back as his breathing returned to normal. I rolled onto my side as his soft cock slipped out of my body. He pulled me to his shoulder. I ran my fingers over his chest and moaned. Finally, I said "It's time for you to get to the university library. He moaned asking "Can't we go one more time?" I pushed him away saying "You're a dog! You'll ruin me. I've often dreamed of waking up to you in my bed. but now you have work to do and I must hit the gym." Reluctantly, we got up to share a shower and a light breakfast. As we dressed I suggested that we meet in front of the library and go to lunch. He laughed and said "Only if I get to pick out a dessert!"