Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2012 02:02:20 +0000 From: Keith Subject: Coming Out at Uni - part 3 Coming out at Uni - Part 3 Disclaimer: Each part of this story may contain vulgar language and descriptions of gay sexual activity. If such things are likely to upset now, or you are underage to read this material in your jurisdiction you should leave now. This is a work of fiction, and none of the characters are real people. * * * * * * * * * * * * Later that evening I was sat on my bed thinking over what was happening with Josh and I, when I heard a knock at the door, and before I could respond, it had opened and Jake came into my room. "Hi," he said, "I haven't seen you since this morning." "No," I responded, "I was at that Engineering orientation thing for most of the day, and then I went for a drink with another guy who I met there." "Cool," said Jake, "hey, tomorrow's the Freshers Fair - you know, we can sign up for all the Societies and Sports stuff. Do you wanna come with me and we can look around together?" "Yeah, that'd be great. What are you doing tonight?" "Ah, um, well I'm seeing Em again. In fact I'm just going out to meet her now." "Oh, OK, no problem. Have a good time." "Cheers," he said and left the room, closing the door behind him. I lay back on the bed and sighed. Nothing was getting any easier. Even this short exchange provoked a longing, as shown by the bulge in my jeans. Somehow, I had to rationalise this. I was gay, that was a certainty. Josh was as well, and seemed fairly comfortable with it, and he was a cute guy, I enjoyed his company, he was pretty close to perfect. But he wasn't Jake. I had known Jake just about forever, had fancied him for four years, but what I had known for most of those four years was just starting to sink in. He would never be more than my best friend, there was no chance of it developing into a sexual relationship. Not to put too fine a point on it, he fucked girls, not guys. That was all well and good for him, but it left me with a problem. My head was telling me I had to move on, Jake would still be my best friend (as long as he never found out the truth of course), but I needed to look elsewhere for sexual pleasure, and Josh was a great guy so why not him? My heart, though, was saying that I was cheating on Jake; that was who I loved, even if my love was unrequited, and that if I got with Josh it wouldn't be real. Next morning, nothing had been resolved in my mind as I ate breakfast with Jake, Jen and Em. The two girls were going to head down to the Student Union building straight after breakfast, leaving Jake and I to finish getting ready and head on down later. We decided to take care of the sporting side first and headed for the Sports Centre. Back home, we had both qualified as football referees, and this was actually part of the reason we had chosen to come here; we knew there was a big inter- departmental league, with matches virtually every night of the week, and referees were always in short supply so we could referee as many matches as we wanted basically and this would be a great way of earning money while at Uni. We duly found out who at the Sports Centre organised the competition and let him know our refereeing credentials and when we would be available the following week. With our physical activity and money-making requirements settled in one fell swoop, we headed for the Union building to see what societies there were to satisfy our social needs. We quickly caught sight of the girls and wandered slowly around. Nothing really appealed to me, although I did notice the GLBT Society stand and wanted to take a closer look, but with Jake and Em there I couldn't afford to pay too much attention to it. Em and Jen did persuade me to sign up for the Student Industrial Society, which didn't seem like it was going to exactly be a barrel of laughs, in fact its main selling point was that it organised tours of local breweries with free sampling of their produce thrown in. The girls headed off in a different direction as Jake and I tired of the hard sell of various older students trying to take our money to join ever more pointless activities, and we went up to the same bar I had been in yesterday with Josh. We each got a drink, and a bag of nuts to share, and took a seat. "So, is it serious with you and Em?" I asked. "I dunno Har," he replied, "so far we're just having fun, this is only day three you know. I like her, she makes me laugh, I guess I just wanna see where it goes from here and if it develops into something serious then so be it. If it doesn't, then, hey, I'll still have had fun while it lasts. What about you and Jen, you seem to be getting on OK?" "Y-Yeah, I suppose. I mean I like her and all, but more as a friend. I'm not into her, like, you know," I tailed off, hoping Jake's own imagination would save me. "I suppose so. Well we need to get you fixed up with someone," he said, oblivious as always to the real problem. "You're not going to have much fun being the third wheel, but if you can find a girl we can double date." "So, why can't Jen and I come along then?" I asked, conscious of the statement that it would need to be a girl to double date. "Like I said, we do get on great." "Yeah, but if you two are there basically watching me and Em get it on, then that's gonna be a bit creepy, don't you think? Perhaps she can find a guy as well, and then we can go out as three couples, that'd probably work. Everyone can, um, distract each other in pairs," he offered, doing the quotation marks in the air with his fingers, "without distracting each other, if you see what I mean." "I think so," I answered, taking a big gulp of my lager. The conversation had taken a surreal turn, but it was at least reinforcing the point that Jake only thought in heterosexual terms; nowhere was there any sign that he even considered the possibility of a same-sex couple in his multiple dating scenario. This posed new problems; it gave my head more ammunition to hold against my heart - Jake definitely wouldn't be interested in dating a guy, which ruled out us dating, but it didn't give me much of a clue as to how receptive he'd be to having a gay best friend. I had no real idea whether he was homophobic or not. The subject hadn't come up in all the years I'd known him, after all, we came from God's County and in terms of gay action it was a real desert, so the opportunity for a casual discussion never really arose, and I certainly wasn't going to risk any attention by initiating such a discussion. "OK," he said, interrupting my thoughts, "how about we go to the 80s disco they've organised in the hall tonight? We can have some fun, and maybe we can find partners for you and Jen." "Yeah, sounds good," I replied, "but I think I'm gonna head back and get a couple of hours sleep then, as I didn't sleep very well last night. I just couldn't empty my head." "You worry way too much about stuff," he observed, unwittingly hitting the nail right on the head. "Do you want me to come back with you?" I had a brief flash in my mind of him coming back and us getting into bed together, but quickly shook my head, both to get rid of this pleasant but impossible image, and in answer to his question. "No, that's OK. Why don't you catch up with the girls and give me a call just before dinner?" "OK," he agreed, and finished his drink and stood up to leave. "See you later." "Yeah, see you." I downed the rest of my lager, and left the Union building, again passing the GLBT society stand, but the students staffing it were just too far out there and loud for me, serving only to increase my isolation. I had come to University thinking that I was going to finally be myself, but the way things were working out, I was just becoming ever more introspective and withdrawn. Lost in my thoughts of solitude and masking my true self, I took a different route back towards the Halls, along a canal footpath I had noticed on a map in the lobby of my Hall. The walk was very tranquil, not many students used it as it was a slightly longer walk than the main route along the road, but I enjoyed the quiet contemplation it offered, disturbed only occasionally by trains on the adjacent railway. I had walked most of the way back to the Halls when the sound of someone running up behind me disturbed me and I looked round startled. "Hey, Harry," gasped Josh, coming to a halt beside me close to where a road bridge crossed the canal. "I thought it was you in the distance, and I shouted, but you didn't hear me." "Sorry, I was miles away." "What've you been doing then?" "Well, me and my friend Jake signed up to referee the inter-departmental football, and then we had a look round at the Union, but nothing really took our fancy." I saw the look on his face when I mentioned Jake and added, "he's my best friend, but he's straight, he's gone to meet up with this girl he's met and her friend. What about you?" "Yeah, I had a look round as well, I joined the Gay Society but I dunno how many of their events I'll go to. They have monthly discos, so I suppose I'll see what they're like. Why didn't you join up?" "Look, I told you, I'm not out. I'm not ready to do that yet." His brown eyes opened wider as I said this and as another train passed, he put his arm across my back and moved us underneath the bridge. "Hey, no problem, everyone does things at their own pace," he replied. As he said this, he turned me round to face him directly and then stood up on to his toes, at the same time moving his arm up behind my head to pull me down. Our lips met and for a moment I put my arms round him to pull him in closer, but suddenly I broke away and looked quickly up and down the path to check no-one could see us. "What're you doing?" I asked. "Kissing you," he answered, stating the obvious. "I like you, and I'm pretty sure you like me too, so why not? It's just a kiss, it's not like I'm asking you to make an announcement on Facebook." I looked at him, taking in his dark spiky hair, his brown eyes and his soft pink lips, which really were great at kissing, although I had to admit I didn't have much of a frame of reference where that was concerned. My gaze travelled down his body, he was wearing a blue t-shirt making the most of the warm autumn sunshine, and black jeans with white trainers. The jeans had a very promising bulge, and I was suddenly aware that mine did too, even following the minimal contact we had shared thus far. I gulped and moved back in, for the first time ever initiating a kiss. I couldn't believe the thoughts running through my head, finally I was going in a direction I wanted to go in, and after my lunchtime chat with Jake, seemingly I was free of guilt. Unwittingly, he had given me his approval to go after someone else, and my head and heart had both teamed up to push me towards Josh. Our lips grazed against each other as our heads moved around to find the best position, our noses rubbing as we bobbed about and then I felt a harder contact and gasped, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. I was surprised to find my hands had moved underneath Josh's t-shirt and I was rubbing my hands all over his back as he continued his exploration of my mouth. Without any conscious decision I found that my own exploration was increasing, my tongue was now in Josh's mouth which had a slight taste of oranges. I could hear myself moaning quietly and was also aware that my jeans were now very tight, partly because I was noticeably bulging in front, and also because Josh had put his hands behind me inside both my jeans and boxers and had them directly on my ass, massaging it gently even as we continued to kiss. My eyes opened wide as he groped my behind, and his did likewise, mimicking me, as he smiled, all the while still kissing and carrying on with our tongue-wrestling. Who said guys can't multi-task? The sound of a bicycle bell jolted me back to reality and a girl swept past us on the narrow path as we moved apart. I stared after her nervously, but she wasn't anyone I recognised. "My God," I gasped. "Yeah," he laughed, "looks like you enjoyed that," as he pointed at my crotch. "I think you did as well," I reciprocated, also laughing. "That was amazing!" "I keep forgetting you're new to this," he offered. "If you think that was amazing, you ain't seen nothing yet!" "Can't wait," I said, still struggling to catch my breath. "Come on." "Where're we going?" "Depends, is your room closer than mine?" I asked. "Easy, tiger," Josh laughed. "One minute you're so far back in the closet you're in fucking Narnia, the next you're insatiable!" "Insatiable, no," I smiled, "but I would like to carry on kissing you without getting mowed down by passing cyclists. Let's go." Within five minutes or so we had arrived at Josh's room. "I didn't realise you had a double room," I said. "What's your roommate like?" "He's OK. Why, are you jealous?" "Little bit," I laughed. "Come here you," as I sat backwards onto a bed, pulling Josh with me. "How'd you know this is my bed?" he asked. "Lucky guess," I answered, clamping my lips to his to prevent any further conversation. We resumed our mutual exploration of each other's mouths and once again my hands found their way underneath his t-shirt as he lay on top of me. Since our mouths were level and Josh was shorter than me, his waist was close to my navel, and I could feel his growing erection between my belly-button and my groin. I continued to lift his t-shirt and he broke away from my mouth and raised his arms just long enough for me to remove it and then attacked my face again. I could feel his body grinding against mine and the various motions conspired to roll us over so we were lying on our sides facing each other. We continued kissing, but our bodies had now parted slowly and my hands now moved round to his front, confirming his slim figure by touch alone; my eyes were shut. His hands had returned to what seemed their favourite position, on my ass, even as mine traversed his abs, his body firm enough to suggest that he was familiar with a gym which hinted at a future joint activity. My hands moved upwards, finding his nipples and I rubbed little circles around them with my fingertips, before pinching them gently, causing him to gasp. His lips took the opportunity to pull away from mine and he quickly relieved me of my t-shirt before pulling me back into him, the skin of our bodies meeting for the first time. He had now manoeuvred us so that I was on top of him and without me even knowing when it happened, the top button of my jeans had been undone, giving his hands easier access to my ass. By now I was pretty much as hard as I had ever been, and I could feel a damp spot in my boxers as his probing fingers continued to map the contours of my rear. A finger found its way between my ass cheeks and gently stroked across my opening, and suddenly I rolled off him, unzipping my fly in the same motion, and barely had time to pull my cock out of my boxers before I ejaculated, the first pulse of cum hitting me between my nipples, before a second and third wave coated me down the rest of my body. "Fuck!" I said eloquently, gasping for breath. "Shh," he admonished, moving in to lick from my groin along my treasure trail towards my belly- button. "Mmm," he continued, obviously enjoying the taste, and moving upwards towards the pool of cum from that first explosive burst. He sucked that into his mouth and then wriggled upwards so that our lips met and dribbled my own cum into my mouth. It tasted sweet and I again thought I could taste oranges, or maybe it was a memory of that first kiss from earlier at the canalside. By now we were again lying facing each other, and we put our arms round each other as our lips and tongues continued their dance. When I told Jake earlier I was tired I wasn't kidding, and as Josh and I lay on his bed, entwined in each other's arms, the lack of sleep overcame me, and I passed out, my dreams involving a thin, dark-haired boy eating oranges. * * * * * * * * * * * * Many thanks to all those who have contacted me to express their enjoyment so far and to urge me to continue, I really appreciate it. 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