Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 19:53:15 -0700 From: "e_bacrot@yahoo.com" Subject: College with Kenny 4 So as usual, the next morning, Kenny played it off as nothing happened the night before. Not that he wouldn't admit it, but that he just didn't seem to care, and we never talked about it. I was way to scared to bring it up the next day. Then and now it still seems strange, I mean , I fucked him (sorta, less than have my dick was inside him for 3 mins) and he just woke up and went about his business, got his stuff for his shower and smiled at me and said "thanks" and left the room. I sat there thinking "Thanks"....for what? I'm wasn't huge into the morning after thing either I guess, but a smile and a "thanks" just added to what we had, or didn't have going. I know readers want this to evolve and move further quicker, but to be honest, this was our thing for quite awhile (the first 4-5 times we hooked up). It wasn't denial or regret on his part, but more like, "eh, it happened", which to me was really weird. I was going into situations like this scared as shit, thinking I would fuck up, and here was this kid I barely knew who was just passing it off as normal. Not to mention he was a smoking hot light brown skinned 1/2 Filipino guy that I kinda wanted to throw around the room a little bit (that's me thinking now, I never would have had the balls to do anything or think like that back then). I did that later too I guess (sorta), when I was more experienced, but we were barely out of high school and he, I don't know whether I can say he was "comfortable" with it, but treated it like it was just part of a normal friendship....that's the only way I can describe it. I got up and put on my clothes to leave, I figured I'd shower when I got back to my room. I passed Kenny in the hall and said I would see him later if he was around. Kenny: Yea of course, I'll be around....we can figure something out :) Me: Ok, later dude. There was that smile that meant a million different things to me when I saw it. He smiled too much to understand what he meant, but this was Sat. night coming up tonight, then we had Sunday and our first classes that Monday. I guess I was happy I got my dick into something tight and warm, and got to fuck him, but it didn't really feel like fucking him at all. I left with kinda a half smile on my face and Kenny gave me a weird look. I went to breakfast to give Mike more time if something was happening in the morning with his new girl. I came back and the room was empty, I saw a note from him saying they went to the beach and were going to a party in providence and staying there with her sister. Works for me, I wanted my home turf back and Kenny back in my room. I didn't mind being over there with him at his place, but home field advantage (even though I had been in the room for only a few days) was still important to me in my mind. So I waited for a call, and he never did. It was almost 8, so I said fuck it and started getting clothes and shit in place, doing the small things I should have done already when I first moved it. Knock on the door, I say knock, but more of a pounding, like the police were breaking in. I opened it and there was Kenny with a bottle of jack daniels smiling at me. Me: Hey, I thought you were gonna call? Kenny: Oh is it a bad time, sorry I just figured we would be hanging out tonight anyway. Me: Oh, yea, thats cool. We'll only call if one of us can't hang out then I guess haha? Kenny: Sounds good to me. (He smiled) He came in and poured some drinks. No glasses back then, just cheap plastic cups. I was lucky, his step-father worked as a distributor for alcohol to bars in Boston...great connection to have at 18. Still trying to figure out what was going on with us and not really sure what was going to happen. I mean if he wanted to be a fuck friend, that was fine with me, but I preferred to know someone's intentions....not constant smiles that could mean anything. Thinking back, I guess that was his defense mechanism, he could play any situation off and justify whatever he did with his beautiful white toothy smile. I don't know if it was my age, or Kenny, but he was probably someone I thought about falling in love with. I didn't, only Justin in that respect, but at the time I thought I could tame him maybe and have a serious thing. Then again, I was really young and new to gay sex...he was really attractive and had a good personality, and he had let me fuck him already, I guess I didn't know what I wanted or what was happening. Anyone reading knows what I am talking about; inexperienced kid, stepping into the ocean for the first time, never knew if he felt the same way about it, I don't seem him often now, but when we do hang out I never ask him. Sorry for the long explanation, but their are some things in life you kind of want explained, and mine is what his true feelings were through our thing together. If it was more than just friendship and sex, and we were just both scared to start anything more serious, I would be happy. I had the problem of falling in love (in my head) with every guy/girl I hooked up with my first couple years. I'm sure many readers have had the same "what if" in the past as I did with this scenario. Looking back, we never had the same regular thing our freshman year after, but for 3 years, every now and then he made an effort to hang out with me and do something, even when he had a girlfriend. Sorry for the rant. Anyway, Kenny and I started drinking and listening to music. Like I said though, he was a terrible drinker, he had almost no tolerance for alcohol. I used to always tell him to slow down, his eyes always got glassy and he would just look over at me and smile. It was barely 10pm and he was shitfaced. I was doing ok with the booze, good buzz going, just doing my thing playing music. Thankfully my roommate (Mike) wasn't going to come back tonight and catch us doing something. He actually almost did one time when I was taking Kenny's belt and pants off one night, Kenny just turned his head away and I told Mike I was making sure he was ok in bed. This night though I was really fucking ready for something, and I didn't want him to get so sloppy drunk...but I'll take what I can get at least. He was sitting on the bed, and slowly it became laying back against the wall over time. I thought, "fuck it", put another song on and went over and kissed him, really aggressive french kissing to see if he was into it. He responded a little and put his arms around my back, which was a good sign. I got on the bed propped over him and we started to make out. He grabbed my dick through my pants and yanked really hard. Me: Awww, jesus that fucking hurt. Kenny: Sorry, lemme try again haha. He did again and it was like he was trying to pull my dick off my body, it hurt a lot. He just smiled. Me: Fuck this. I left him in my bed and went over to Mike's bed and got in to go to sleep. Kenny stayed where he was and I went to sleep. I was about 2 hours later I got up and I guess Kenny had wandered over and was kinda half in the bed with me and half on the floor. I picked him up and put him in Mike's bed. I went back to mine. Yea I know its weird how it happened, but thats how it happened. Another few hours went by and I woke up hearing Kenny stumbling back in from the bathroom I assumed. He headed toward my bed instead of the one he had been sleeping in before. Kenny: Move over. Me: ugh fine. So I let him in, I guess he had sobered up a little bit by now. It was probably 3am and he started the stroke my dick through my boxer hole. Kenny: Sorry about earlier. Me: Don't care, uhhhh just keep doing it, suck it Kenny. He didn't at first, but I put my hand on his head and helped him a little bit to find his target. He did really good this time, almost like he was trying to repay me for something. Me: Yea, like that, god just keep going. Kenny came off my dick and asked if it was good. Me: Yes, jesus keep going I'm gonna cum soon, shoot it wherever I don't care, just keep blowing me please..... He did, not the best BJ I have ever had, but it was the best at the time. I came and I think it surprised him a little, one shot in the mouth, the rest was all over his face and my sheets. I was done, I layed back down and went to sleep. No idea what happened with him after, but in the morning I would find out later he was all cleaned up and no sign of the night before. Finally, I got what I wanted and I didn't need to repay him for it....I slept well.