Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2001 02:11:22 EDT
From: Fratbi1292@aol.com
Subject: Internet Conncection #1

This story involves man to man (gay) sex; so if you don't want to read
these types of stories, stop reading. If you are under the age of 18, go
away and come back on your 18th B- Day. Please don't copy this e-mail and
post in other places. Author (me) holds all rights to this story. All that
said, hope you enjoy the story. Feedback is welcomed. My e-mail address is
fratbi1292@aol.com. This is my first attempt at putting these stories in
words, so please be easy on me. I have a ton of stories to share, so I
guess if this goes well, I can share them too. This story will have a
minimum of four parts. This first part of the story will mostly be
background information setting the stage for the other parts and all the
sex stuff. It will also let you learn a bit about me.  Remember that there
are four parts, so don't judge me to quickly.




It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Opps...sorry.  Wrong story.  Ok, there will be lots of random moments like
that; you'll just have to bear with me.  This is my first time writing, so
I'm sure there will be times when y'all well be saying, 'what the hell is
he talking about'.  Like right now.  Ok, ok...I'll start.

I have to back up about 6 months to a year, so that I can explain a couple
of things.  Otherwise, I start to sound like a real freak.  Ok, maybe I
am...but I have excuses.  The main issue...I lived in Texas.  I had only
been there a year or so, but it really starts to change how you think and
your perspective on life.  I was actually prepared to vote for Bush for
example.  How scary is that?  But anyway, the company I worked for got
bought out.  There was a big corporate shake up.  The powers at be came to
me and said, "we'll give you $20,000.  But go away."  I took the money and
got the hell out of town.

Within a month I was back living in Oregon, where I grew up.  No job and
$20k in my pocket.  Don't forget about me getting unemployment....I
certainly didn't.  The first couple of weeks I focused on catching up with
old friends.  Out to dinner and drinks almost every night.  But the
excitement of that started to wear off.  Ok, actually my friends all had
jobs and got tired of hanging out with me in bars.  So I had to start to
entertain myself.  I had a laptop at my last job, so I hadn't had a home
computer since PONG was around.  Ok, that's a joke but for those of us in
our 30s it'll bring a laugh.

I went out an bought a new PC with all my new found money.  After using the
corporate hardware for years, what do you think the first thing I did was?
Yep, I was searching porn.  Found some ridicules sites; all those voyeur
ones are worthless.  Granted I spent a couple solid weeks watching this guy
in California...but even that grew old.  But alas, faithful readers, we get
to the point.  (Yeah, I'm long winded...what's your point).

I found nifty.

Nifty was it!  I loved being able to read all those stories.  Granted a lot
were stupid, but there were some that were quite.... stimulating.  I really
began to enjoy the college section.  Mainly because some of the stories
seemed to revolve around guys first times, or hooking up with straight
guys, or....stories about fraternities.

Yes, I was a frat guy in college.  Or maybe a Frat Dick.  No point in
asking which house I was in...cause I ain't telling.  However most of the
stories seemed to be written by people that had no idea what the Greek
system was really like.  I would read them and they would get into satanic
crap; or guys were jumping in and out of bed with each other and that
wasn't realistic.  My favorite part about the stories on Nifty is being
able to relate and put myself into that situation.  Most of the ones
involving the Greek system, I was not able to do so.  In a lot of these
stories, I just couldn't relate.

Until I found John.  I think he had 1 or 2 chapters of his fraternity
memoirs done when I started reading them.  He started in early April, but I
really didn't read any of his 'chapters' until a couple weeks later.  When
I read the first chapter I could tell he was in a fraternity (and yes, it
is fraternity not frat.  Do you call your country a cunt?  I know...its
stupid, but I had to say it.)  There was just something about the way he
explained his experiences.  Like his decision to join a house.  He had
never planned on it, but just sort of fell into it.  Same for me.  I joined
at the end of my freshmen year.  The only reason I did then was because all
my friends were in houses and I had been going over to them all year.  At
the end of the year, they were all moving out of the dorms and into the
house.  The dorms got really quiet real quick.  But it was also his word
choice, his attitude....he just screamed frat boy...and yes, that's what I
was looking for.

I should explain something here.  I've been attracted to guys since I was a
kid.  But I always tried to tell myself I was bi...or it was a phase...or
any of the other shit you hear.  Well, recently I finally accepted that
shit happens and I'm gay.  I'm ok with it; but as you'll see in chapter
two...maybe I'm not so ok with it.  Anyway, back to fraternity memoirs.

There wasn't a lot of sex in part one....in fact I don't think any.  But
for a change I wasn't disappointed (don't worry, I won't make that mistake
here.)  I just knew that there were some good things to come.  But after
reading the first section, I wrote him and told him how much it reminded me
of some of the things that happened to me.  He responded, but it was
mainly...'yeah, how?'  I don't think he's known as the great communicator.
(and yes, since he doesn't have a voice here I will be taking some pot
shots at him.  :)) At first I was insulted by his lack of response, but I
eventually realized that at that point I was just another person that had
read it and felt the need to send him an email.  No big deal.  I also knew
a lot about him from reading his story and he knew nothing about me.
Sections 2-3 were interesting, but you could tell he was warming up to
something big and it was driving me crazy.  That's one thing about me; I
hate not knowing things that other people know.  I think John picked up on
that pretty quick and liked to push my buttons by stringing me along.  He
denied it; but I think he did.

Now during this time period, I made a discovery about myself.  Asparagus.
MAKES ME HORNIER THAN HELL.  Don't know why; don't know how.  But I bought
a butt load of asparagus at the grocery store one day and eat it almost
every day for a week.  I was a walking erection.  I don't do that anymore.
Again, your thinking tangent...but there is a point.  After reading one
section about his pledge class jacking off onto a pizza, I was horny.
Really horny.  The story had been good, but it didn't do enough to get me
off.  I decided I had read enough stories for that day and logged off.  It
was lunchtime so I headed to the grocery store to pick up something to eat.

I'm not a big 'cruiser', but when I was standing in the deli department I
looked up and saw this drop-dead hottie!!  5'9" or so, dark hair, and he
had a really killer body.  Maybe 160#s (I'm really bad at guessing that),
and he took care of himself.  Took really good care of himself.  Tight pair
of worn out blue jeans and a white t-shirt.  I almost dropped my
load.....my grocery basket that is.  Just as I was about to start drooling
on the floor, a woman walked up and started talking to him.  I assumed it
was his wife.  Crushed I finished my shopping and went to the check out
line.  I stood there for maybe 30 seconds when he walked up behind me.  I
saw him out of my peripheral vision.  My heart starting beating like crazy.
I broke into a sweat.  I was so freakin nervous; I couldn't even turn and
look at him.  But I knew he was there.  I'm not sure what I did to give it
away, but he knew I was interested.  He walked up beside me and started
looking at the magazines that they always have sitting at the check out
lines.  Then he turned to go back to his spot and smiled.  I think I smiled
back, but it may have come across like that bitter beer face commercial.  I
can honestly not remember a time when I was more nervous.  To this day I
don't know why, but I was.  I paid for my stuff and walked out to my car.

I got to my truck and stood there for a second thinking 'what in the hell
are you doing?'  Even if he is straight, you have to give it a shot.  So I
just stood there leaning against my truck until he walked out.  He looked
around the parking lot; saw me, and smiled.  That's all I needed.  We both
got in our cars and pulled out of the parking lot.  Me going first.  We
ended up at a stoplight and I kept watching him in my rearview mirror.  He
started nodding at me.  Kind of like he was saying, yes I am following you.
I nodded back.  I really had no idea what was going to happen.

It was too far to go back to my house, so I pulled over and let him go by.
At the next light we got stopped again.  This time he was looking in his
rear-view mirror and we were both nodding, so either we were going to hook
up or he was just fucking with my head.  We drove for a couple more minutes
and then he turned off on a side street and parked.  I pulled in behind
him.  I was still nervous; but was intent on following through.  I really
don't know why I was so nervous; its not like it was my first time or
anything...but there was just something about it that got my heart beating.
We both got out of our cars and he walked over to me.  We kind of nodded at
each other; and he asked if I wanted to come inside.

"Ahh, ss..sure."

We walked up to his duplex and went inside.  Really nice place.  I had
driven by it a thousand times.  It didn't look that great from outside; but
the inside was very nicely done.  I was actually impressed.  He put his
stuff in the fridge, checked his messages and then came over and told me he
was expecting the roofer.  I laughed thinking he was kidding, but he
wasn't.  (Ok, I kept thinking that this roofer was going to come in and
join us...but he didn't show while I was there.)  One of us asked what the
other did...and I told him I had just been offered a new job, but didn't
start until Monday.  Then I smiled and said, "Tomorrow is my birthday."  I
admit it.  I was flirting.  I like flirting.  I like the chase...I like the
game.  Not him.  He looked at me and asked if I wanted to go upstairs.  We
went upstairs and into his bedroom.  He turned around and started undoing
his pants.  I was kind of caught of guard, because I just wasn't expecting
him to move that fast.  But I quickly caught up.

I laughed, and said, "You don't fool around."  I meant he doesn't waste
time.  But he took it wrong and I had to explain quickly because he got
this quizzical look on his face.....that and he had stopped undressing and
I didn't want him to do that!

We finished undressing and he climbed onto the bed and laid back against
the pillows.  I stood there looking at him and was just caught up in how
great his body was.  I quickly joined him on the bed.  There is always that
feeling of exploration the first time with anyone, kind of an un-chartered
territory.  Now, don't get me wrong...I knew I wasn't going where no man
had gone before; but it was the first time for us.  And I hope that I never
lose that feeling of excitement when you're with someone for the first
time.  I think that's why most people cheat; is just for that first time
feeling.

I reached out to kiss him, but he pulled away.  I enjoy kissing, but
understand that others don't always feel the same way.  I'm ok with that.
So, I lowered myself down and started sucking on his nipples.  I have to
explain his body.  Ok, think of Tom Cruise in Risky Business.  Now think of
him in Top Gun.  He was kind of in the middle.  Defined, but not overly
bulky.  He was probably my age; which is 31.  Nice tan.  No hair on his
chest, but great pecs.  And his cock.  It was great, probably 8 inches of
pure fun.  We both had gotten hard quickly.  I think he actually shaved his
legs; but it was hard to tell.  I have never been with a woman that hadn't
shaved in over a week.  But this is what I thought it would feel like.

So anyway, I'm working on his nipples and gradually licking, sucking and
biting my way all over his chest.  I gradually worked my way back up to his
face and slowly kissed my way from his ear down to his neck...across his
chest and back up to his other ear.  He was really getting into it.  I
couldn't believe how quickly he got his motor running...but I wasn't about
to let him slow down.  After a minute or two of me working on his face,
ears and neck, he pulled me to him and rammed his tongue down my throat.  I
don't know what test I passed, but after that, kissing was very much
allowed and encouraged.  We started kissing and by this time I am laying
directly on top of him with my arms on either side of him holding myself
up, kind of in a pushup.

I found out later his name was Jim, but then it was just hey you.  Jim was
an animal in bed.  He was always moving; always moving me; it was a real
work out.  But we seemed to always end up with me on top.  Don't know if it
was some submissive thing he was into, but I really wasn't going to argue.
We had been rolling around like that for at least 10 minutes when I
separated from his arms and slowly worked my way down his body.  Licking
and kissing across his chest and down his stomach.  When I got to his cock,
I skipped it and went straight to his balls, sucking them into my mouth.
Slightly hairy, but not too bad.  Enough that it was enjoyable and not a
hairball.  He seemed to really enjoy that; or at least his moaning told me
he did.  I would take one into my mouth...role it around....then drop it
and take the other in.  His sack was really hanging low, so there was a lot
of skin to work with.  Eventually, I had both in my mouth and I was working
them over for all I was worth.  I eventually dropped them out of my mouth
and slide his dick in.  It was great.  Usually it takes me a couple minutes
to get used to that much, but this time I just went for it.

I wasn't playing games.  I sucked almost the whole thing in at the very
first.  He gasped.  I assumed he was again enjoying what I was doing.  This
wasn't romance; I sucked him like a vacuum.  I started at the tip; and
slowly worked my way down until my nose was in his pubes.  And then I
pulled back up to the tip...circled it...and then worked my way back down.
After two or three minutes, he brought his legs up like he was going to
wrap them around my head.  I still am not sure what he was trying to do,
but I was on a mission and he was screwing it up.  So I grab a hold of his
legs and wrapped them around my waist.  By this time we were both panting
pretty hard and when I looked at him, he had a crazed look in his eyes.  I
can only guess what I looked like.  I stuck one of my fingers in his mouth
and said, "Suck it".  He got it into his mouth and basically slobbered on
it for a couple of minutes.  It ended up nice and slick and I placed it at
his asshole and started pushing.

I have never seen anyone react like that.  It was like he was trying to cum
out of his eyeballs.  He lurched up towards me, and then gradually settled
back on the bed.  I worked it in pretty quick, and then added a second
finger.  That lasted for about 15 seconds when I asked for a condom.  He
nodded to his nightstand and I saw the value pack he had sitting there.  He
must have been buying by the gross, but at that point I didn't give a rats
ass.  And I'm sure I was his first....that day.  I grabbed one and slide it
on as fast as I could.  After I got it on he asked me to use some lube, and
being the considerate lover I am...I did.

I got the lube out of the tube and on my cock with relative ease.  Then
braced myself above him and started to press my dick against his asshole.
Again those crazy eyes were looking at me, so I pretty much just rammed it
in.  He didn't seem to mind though and he just seemed to groan and moan at
a faster pace.  I fucked him pretty hard.  This was not romance, this was
animalistic and we were both having a great time.  After the first 10 or so
strokes, he was loose enough that I could just go to town and I did.  His
legs by this time were back over my shoulders and I was using my toes in
the bed cover as leverage to pound my cock into him.  He kept writhing back
and forth saying, "Yes, yes, yes".  I took that as a good sign.

After 2-3 minutes I wanted to cum...badly.  Actually, make that I needed to
cum...but I didn't want too yet.  So I slowed the pace way down and just
slowly slide my dick all the way in....and then pulled back until only the
tip was still in him.  After a couple minutes, I had regained some control
and started really fucking him.  The kind where the whole bed is moving,
slamming against the wall...and your worried that pictures on the wall are
going to fall over onto you.  That was it.

Jim started pulling his legs down, so I slowed to see what his was doing.
He wrapped his legs around my waist and forced me to roll over onto my
back.  (Ok, force is the wrong word.  Once I figured out what he was doing,
I was totally into it.)  Now, I usually like to set the pace.  But when a
great looking guy like that wants to do it, I'm happy to oblige.  He got on
top of me and started riding me.  He would go up...then down...then squirm
around.  I had one hand on his cock and the other on his hips helping out.
He was riding me so hard, all I could think about was that this had to be
doing damage to him.  (ok, I really wasn't thinking that.  But later I
did.)  He didn't care.  As he was riding me I was stroking his dick.  And
right then I wished I were more flexible; cause I wanted that dick of his
in my mouth.  Yeah, I'm greedy.  I wanted it all.  He only lasted another
30-45 seconds and then blew this huge load onto my chest, face and the
headboard behind me.  I was right behind him.  When I started pumping into
the condom, he started contracting his ass muscles and completely drove me
over the edge.  After I came, he collapsed on top of me and we just laid
there panting for a minute or two.  Then he jumped up and grabbed a towel
and handed it to me.  While I was whipping up, he was getting dressed.  It
all lasted about 15-20 minutes; but it seemed a lot longer.  But it was a
great birthday present.

I finished cleaning up, got dressed and asked to use the bathroom.  I
washed my hands (I actually follow people out of the bathroom that didn't
wash there hands and tell everyone around them that they didn't.  For god
sakes, its not that hard to stop and wash.)  And then headed down stairs.
At the door I said, "Name is Ryan by the way."  "I'm Jim", he replied and
we shook hands.

And I was gone.  Did I feel cheap?  Hell no.  I just had a great fuck and
no strings attached.  To this day, I have to drive by his house every day
on my way to work.  I've seen him once or twice; but we've only smiled and
went on our own ways.  I probably should have made an effort, but honestly
there was nothing there besides the looks.  We never even really talked.
That's not what I needed.

I spent the rest of the day just putzing around; but later that night I
logged back into Nifty.  John had posted the next chapter of his life.  I
started reading it, and at first thought it was going to be no big deal.
It started out with the same type of hazing shit that I had been put
through.  But they had to go camping.  Well John had said he went to school
in the Northeast, so I assumed that was a big deal there.  Out here, people
go camping all the time.  (and out west camping doesn't involve going
somewhere with showers, for the love of god.)  I thought it wasn't going to
be that interesting until the shaving cream came out and he and Kevin had
to shave each other.  During that part, I got hard.  That is something that
never happened in my house.  I was not expecting that at all.  We hazed,
but it was more....yelling, no sleep, no food...that kind of thing.  This
sexual shit never happened.  The part that sent me over the edge was when
he talked about thinking the razor was making so much noise.  I swear I
could almost hear it.  I could see him standing there with the razor in his
hand, tying to figure out how he was going to do this.

We never said, "Trust a brother"; it was always trust your brothers.  The
difference in the hazing we went through seems to be in that we were pushed
to trust the members; where as John's class was pushed to trust each other
first.  When they had them get all greased up and stuck two guys in one
sleeping bag...my dick was so hard it hurt.  As I read the section about
John and Kevin in the sleeping bag, I had so many emotions going through
me.  Desire!!!  Ok, that's number one.  Jealousy...I was jealous of Kevin.
Disappointment....John was able to face this at 19; it took me much longer.
However, I was rock hard.  As John explained him and Kevin in that bag,
rubbing against each other I was dying for some baby oil of my own.  When
Kevin and John came all over each other; so did I.

That's where the asparagus came in.  I don't know what it was; but I was
never satisfied.  I ended up coming 5 times in a 24 hr period.  A couple
were in relation to the story, but most were just pure horniness.  Haven't
done anything like that since I was 19 or so.  I wrote John again and
started grilling him with questions.  I wanted to know what fraternity,
what college, etc.  But he was pretty close lipped and I can totally
understand that.  I would be very uncomfortable giving out that
information.  Those guys were great friends of mine and a lot still are.  I
would hate to do anything that would damage that friendship.  But back to
John.  Once we cleared up some issues like my name, my race (I tried to
tell him I was hung like a black man, but he called bullshit) and a few
other things; we started emailing each other 3-4 times a week.  I was doing
a majority of it, but he always responded.

After the shaving part and the time with him and Kevin in the sleeping bag,
I became really....well he says fascinated...I like to say more interested.
But part 2 will explain more.