Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2017 11:22:22 -0400
From: smithersleo@aol.co.uk
Subject: Coming out at university- submission 5

Coming out at university- submission 5

Hi guys, I'd firstly like to apologise for the late submission. I know I
said in the last chapter that I'd be posting every Sunday but something
came up last week- a family friend who lives abroad died so I took an
unexpected holiday to see the family. I didn't have much time to write or
respond to emails but from now there should be weekly instalments as
promised. I'm still unsure as to how long I will continue with this series,
probably a few more chapters before I move on to another story. I also
don't expect to be able to write as frequently as I have done, as I
actually start university this September.

Again, comments are appreciated, as well as suggestions for the series that
I can adapt and fit into it. As always, don't forget to donate to nifty if
you can afford it!

(Extra point- for those non UK based readers- in this series, 'football' =
soccer.)


Previously:

"You mean you poured beer on me on purpose?" I laughed.

"Why do you think I had two bottles in my hands?" He said as I pushed him
playfully, being careful not to be too aggressive.

"Well.. it worked." I said. "But... how did you know I was gay?" I
pondered.

"I didn't... I just hoped for the best." He said, bluntly.

I looked at him admirably, "what I'd do to have the confidence you have..."

Luke was about to respond, but was stopped in his tracks by the sound of a
closing bedroom door. Had the guys come back already? Or maybe the new guy
wanted to come and introduce himself, had he arrived as we were out. We
heard slow footsteps coming towards the kitchen, followed by the sound of a
deep cough. Eventually, the heavy fire door opened, slamming against the
doorstop. It was Jay.

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Jay looked around the room which began to slowly increase in tension. He
was standing shirtless, wearing only a pair of briefs which exposed his
well looked-after body, complete with a 'V' line and a thin trail of black
hair running up to his navel.

His attention was drawn to me, sitting there half drunk and still full of
adrenaline from the events of the night.

"Oh, it's just you two." He began, in a kind of mocking tone. "Come back to
fuck?" He asked, moving closer and resting his hands on the kitchen counter
where we were sat.

"So what if we have?" I said, trying to sound as fearless as I could.

He simply chuckled and walked slowly around the table and over to the
kettle.  "Do faggots drink coffee?... or just cum?" Again speaking in his
mocking tone.

"What the fuck is your problem Jay?" I said, my voice louder than before.

"I'm not the one with the problem, I like pussy. Seems pretty normal to
me."

Luke was sat there looking down at his hands in front of him; he hadn't
reacted at all since Jay entered the room.

"And what's the deal with this little bitch?" He continued, "can't handle
me standing here with my bulge on show?"

I stood up this time and walked towards him, our chests coming together in
a kind of stand off. He was slightly taller than me so he looked down at
me, his eyes getting thinner as he sized me up.

"Look Jay, whatever problem you've got with us, either do something about
it or leave us the fuck alone."

He immediately pushed me back, making me trip and hit my head on the
kitchen counter behind me. The moment I hit the floor I saw Luke jump out
of his chair and begin to fight Jay, punch after punch. His jaw, his chin,
a left hook to the nose followed by body shots and a kick that swept Jay
off his feet. He was an animal, but so composed in every swing he took. Jay
was helpless and was eventually left lying completely still on the hard
kitchen floor as Luke pinned him down, sitting on his chest laying fist
after fist onto Jay's knocked out head.

"Luke, stop! He's out!" I shouted, although he carried on.

I had to launch myself over to Luke and drag him away, earning myself an
accidental elbow to the lip as Jay's motionless body was eventually left
alone.

"Luke? Luke? Look at me" I panicked as I looked into his eyes, both of us
sat on the kitchen floor. He seemed to be in some kind of trance, blood on
his hands which were now beginning to shake.

"Luke? Are you okay?"

He didn't say anything so I pulled him into me and hugged him tightly, now
noticing his full body shaking, in shock it seemed. Where had he learned
how to fight like that? Such a soft and gentle person suddenly turned into
a raging bull. It reminded me once again that I didn't know Luke at all,
who he was, what he liked and whether we were similar enough to be
together. All I knew was it felt right, gut instinct which pulled me into
him. Whatever I didn't know about him, I wanted to know, and I strangely
began to feel jealous of anyone who knew him more than I did.

I was still holding him, his back towards Jay's body behind him, allowing
me to monitor his state. He hadn't moved in almost 5 minutes; I began to
worry. I knew I should have stepped in earlier to stop the fight but to see
Jay getting pounded like he did was so satisfying to watch. I only hoped
that the damage wasn't too serious, for Luke's sake above all.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Jane, who answered straight
away.

"Hello? Tristan? Where are you guys? We've been looking for you."

"Long story Jane, I'll explain it all tomorrow. I need you to come back as
soon as you can, Jay's in a bad way and I don't know if I should call an
ambulance."

"An ambulance? What the fuck happened?"

"He was saying things to us when we came home, then when he pushed me Luke
fought back."

"Luke did that to him?" Seemingly as surprised as I was.

"Yeah I know, he's in shock I think. I'm going to put him to bed, will you
take care of Jay for me please?

"No problem, I'll be home in 10 minutes. See you tomorrow."

"See you Jane, and thanks."

I hung up the phone and stood up, pulling Luke up with me. He was able to
walk, he just didn't say anything until we reached my bedroom door.

"I'm sorry man..." he said, pausing at the door and looking up to me again.

I pulled him in again against my body and talked into his ear.

"You just defended me, why are you saying sorry?" I asked rhetorically. "He
deserved it, just remind me not to get on your bad side yeah?"

He let out a small laugh, lifting my mood as that smile appeared again that
night. I took him into my bathroom and washed the blood off his hands,
turning the water a faint pink. I then walked him into my room, where we
both lay down on the bed facing each other. I stared into his eyes once
more, moving my head so that it was touching his. He reached his arm around
me and under my shirt, pulling it up slightly. I took his hint and pulled
my shirt completely off, and helped him to do the same. The room was warm
and getting hotter by the minute. I quickly stood up to open a window as
well as taking my jeans off before stepping back into bed.

I assumed the same position, but after looking at Luke's face I noticed
he'd fallen asleep, exhausted. I didn't blame him. But how could anyone
look so beautiful when they slept? The warm glow of the moonlight crept
into the room, brushing the side of his head, illuminating his olive
jawline and soft neck. With his eyes closed, I could truly appreciate his
long, thick eyelashes which had dampened slightly from beforehand. He must
have shed a tear or two when he hugged me after the fight, as I could see a
faint trail of a teardrop running from the corner of his eye to the tip of
his lip. Those lips. So soft and inviting. I lay my head down next to his,
unable to shut my own eyes with the perfection lay in front of me.

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*** My mother is cooking food. Pancakes. My sister is sat there with me,
glaring at her phone, texting her boyfriend as the first plate arrives in
front of me.

"You can eat this Tristan, but only if you bring a girl home." She says as
she rips the plate beneath my nose, smashing it on the tiled kitchen
floor."

My sister butts in, "yeah Tris. Get yourself a girl. You can't have MY
boyfriend. HERE, HAVE MY FOOD" she shouts as she throws her plate at my
head.***

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I suddenly awaken with the shock of the dream. My heart pounding as I check
my phone to check the time. 4:00.

I look over to Luke, peacefully sleeping, as if nothing had happened last
night. Again I turned and lay facing him, this time falling asleep within
minutes, my eyes too heavy to admire him once more.

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I feel consciousness once again, half dreaming, half awake. The sound of
muffled sheets greets me. Movement on the bed.  I feel my briefs slide down
my legs, all the way down to my ankles and eventually pulled from my
toes. Soft skin brushes my legs, followed by warm breath falling upon the
inside of my legs and then my balls. My body shivers as the unmistakable
feeling of a tongue drags itself from the base of my balls to my shaft, and
up to the tip of my cock. So slowly, a hand grips me, the other lands on my
stomach, each finger finding itself in a dip in my toned abdomen.

My eyes open, seeing the risen sheets below me, I pull them down to reveal
Luke's soft black hair, his tongue exploring my body. He looks up at me, a
lustful smile appears as he notices my attention is on him.

"Luke.."

He paused to pull his finger to his lips, telling me to shush as he
continued. His tongue then slowly licked up the underside of my cock before
he engulfed as much as he could into his mouth. All I could feel was
warmth, the heat of his mouth was something I'd never experienced
before. He moved his head, and his tongue in such a slow and caring manner,
taking his time.

I let out a moan of pleasure, my hands, hot and sweaty, reaching for my
head and then grabbing the sheets next to Luke's head. He continued,
teasing me with such slow movement. The initial heat surrounding my cock
was intensified as his tongue swirled around it, different spots causing
different sensations. My breathing changed depending on his mouth; the
deeper he took it, the deeper my breath.

"Luke.. what the f..." he sucked harder, forcing his own head to engulf me
entirely until only my dark, trimmed pubes were visible- not that I could
see; my eyes were closed, all of my energy was dragged away from me,
pulling me down into the sheets.

He kept going, increasing in speed. He pulled off slightly so that his hand
could hold onto the base of my dick, up and down, his mouth covering the
head. Edging closer, closer, I try one last time to warn him. Reaching my
hand to his soft hair which had dampened slightly with sweat,

"Luke.. I'm.. Luke.." He continued, my eyes shut tight as wave after wave
of pleasure hit me. That was it, I erupted within seconds, straight into
his expecting mouth. Once, twice and one final time, he took it all,
swallowed it. Without batting an eyelid he took it, slowing down slightly
as he caressed the final few drops, teasing me as he circled the tip with
his tongue.

With his hand still surrounding my cock, he propped himself up on his
knees, waiting for me to open my eyes as he looked at me with a playful
expression, then crawling back up to me, resting his body upon mine. His
legs straddled me, he was completely naked, although the only thing I'd
seen so far was his ass. Perfect, perky butt cheeks were exposed in the
warm bedroom air, his dick resting just above mine. I hadn't seen it yet,
but it was as hard as a rock, rubbing into my stomach, slightly moist with
precum as he grinded his body, coming in closer to my face for a kiss. My
hands were drawn to those cheeks, so inviting as the morning light crept
into the room and brushed his skin. His skin was the same colour on his
ass, tanned and glowing. My fingers explored each cheek, kneading them
softly, slowly making their way into his crack, again warm and slightly
moist from our movements.

We were still kissing, although he began to grind on my body with more
intensity. I pushed down on his ass slightly, increasing his pleasure with
his hands holding each side of my face. Suddenly, our lips parted as his
head dropped, his forehead now resting on my chest. His hands moved down to
my shoulders, kneading them as I did the same with his ass cheeks. His
breathing intensified, as did the thrusts from his hips. A few moans
followed until he abruptly stopped grinding, his hot cum shooting out from
beneath him and onto my stomach and chest. He repeated the movement a few
more times, slowly, before bringing his head back up to me, our lips
meeting again. We didn't kiss for long, but our faces remained touching,
eyes closed as we lay there, overcome with exhaustion.

It seemed like only minutes had passed, but Luke slowly rolled over to his
previous position, a trail of cum following him. Our breathing had returned
to normal, more light had crept into the room and as I looked at my watch,
I noticed it was already 8:00.

"Luke?.." I asked hesitantly, both of us staring at the white ceiling.

"Yeah?"

"You know that was my... first time?" I said, turning to look at him.

He smiled slightly, "I figured."

A small pause followed before I asked,

"What was your first time like?"

His smile then seemed to disappear, his head turning away from me and back
up to the ceiling. I propped myself up on my elbows and said,

"Sorry, not really my place to ask... forget it."

Again another pause followed, before he reached out to my shoulder,
suggesting I lay back down next to him. He put his arm around my neck,
pulling me down to lie on his chest. I lay with my head below his, I
couldn't see him but felt his warm breath as he sighed. My right hand
rested on his stomach, still slightly wet with cum.

"My first wasn't exactly one to remember..." he began.

"I was young, like, very young...Usually you don't remember things from
that age but, it was one of those memories that stick with you.... My uncle
was looking after me, I would have been around ten years old at the time,
but it was just us. The whole night he was with me, something was wrong
with him. We played these games, I don't remember what they were but I
remember having to take my clothes off as part of it."

"Your uncle was your first?" I asked, interrupting him during one of his
pauses.

"I mean, not really. I don't like to talk about this one, it wasn't as if I
enjoyed it. He was creepy... started touching me when I told him not
to. The last thing I remember was him trying to suck me, I was trying so
hard to get him to stop but he wouldn't.. then my brother came home."

"Fuck, what did he do?"

"Well he was about our age at the time, 17 or 18. Kicked the shit out of
him as soon as he saw us. Saw me crying, the police came too."

"He was arrested?"

"Yeah.. he's in prison right now. Two or three years left I think."

"Is that all?" I said, surprised.

"Yeah it's fucked up. But after that night, my brother became so protective
over me, taught me how to fight, never left me alone with anyone he didn't
trust."

"Does he know you're gay?"

"Yup, but he doesn't like it. When he found out he stopped speaking to me,
still blames my uncle for the whole thing."

"That sucks..."

"Nah, it's his problem. People like that, you don't need them in your
life."

"Even your brother?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

"Especially my brother. If he can't accept it, despite everything we've
been through, what's the point? I'm not spending my life trying to please
him or convince him. If he wants to speak to me, he has to accept who I
am."

I didn't really know what to say, and Luke sensed this.

"I know it's cold, and I don't expect you to understand yet. But after so
long, you start to become tired of pleasing people who don't deserve it."

"No, I get that." I said, "I just don't know if I could do the same if my
parents or sister reacted the same way."

"Let's just hope it doesn't come to that.. besides, your family will love
me when I meet them." He said with a cheeky smile.

"You're not wrong, you'd have to fight off my sister though."

"Not my type sadly." He winked, before suggesting we head for a shower
before facing the consequences of the night before.

We stood up and quickly ran into the bathroom, trying to avoid dripping cum
onto the carpet floor on our way. We quickly showered, with Luke being
careful not to get soap in the cuts on his fists, with myself doing the
same with the cut I'd picked up on my first night here. We showered
together, both completely naked, and it felt so natural. I had my first
opportunity to check his package out, and I was impressed. He was
semi-erect as our bodies rubbed against each other unintentionally. He was
uncircumcised like myself, slightly smaller in size but it fit with his
body. Unlike me, he was clean shaven, with only a faint of hair beginning
to grow back. You could tell he looked after himself, someone who groomed
regularly, with trimmed armpit hair, no facial or chest hair, although the
latter two may have simply been due to his baby-ish features anyway. The
most notable thing about him at that moment was his skin, an olive glow,
gleaming with drops of water, accentuating his firm stomach and bubble
butt. I found myself stood there just watching him, until he turned around
from washing his hair and called me a pervert with that cheeky smile of his
once again.

We got out of the shower and dried off, before heading back into my room,
neither of us feeling the need to hold a towel around our waists.

"You'll have to borrow some of my clothes for now, there's blood on your
shirt." I said.

I gave him some football shorts and a plain white t-shirt, as well as some
briefs and socks. The shirt was a little too big for him, but as expected
he still looked great. He asked about the crest on the football shorts, to
which I told him about the club they belonged to, the club I used to play
for.

"Why don't you join the football team here?" He asked, "they compete at
national level if you're good enough?"

"I may as well try out.." I said, "what about you?"

"Not me." He laughed, "I'm nowhere near fit enough, I used to play too, I
was alright but I never made the full 90 minutes."

"I suppose I did see you smoking yesterday.." I winked, "maybe that has
something to do with your fitness?"

"Sorry mother." He joked, before suggesting we head out to see who was
awake, and more importantly, whether Jay was still alive.

We could hear voices already from the kitchen as we approached, which was
probably a good sign. When we entered, Jane, Tino and Olivia were sat
around the kitchen table drinking coffee.

"Hey guys." I said, drawing their attention to me and Luke as we sat down
with them.

"Sup T." Tino said, before getting two more mugs and filling them with
coffee.

"So... where to start?" Jane said, smiling at me.

I explained the whole story, from the security guard at the club to Luke's
annihilation of Jay in the very room we were sat in. They all couldn't
believe what was being said, especially hearing about how Luke was the one
who put Jay in such a state.

"Where is Jay anyway?" Luke asked, vaguely concerned.

"He's at the hospital with Emily. She was the only one sober enough to go
with him last night." Jane explained.

"The hospital??" I asked.

"Yeah, he was conscious by the time we came back though, so don't worry."

"Think he'll snitch?" Luke said.

"I doubt it, his ego is way too big for that." Tino began, "when we asked
him what happened he just said he was mugged on his way home, he's not
going to admit he was beat up by someone half his size."

Both me and Luke sighed with relief. Things could have turned out a lot
worse had Jay told the truth. I just hoped this didn't mean he would look
for retribution, especially if Luke wasn't around to fight like he did last
night.

"He'll be back by tonight I think," Olivia said, "we could complain about
him? Go to management and ask for someone to swap with him."

"That's not a bad idea." Jane said, before filling her mug again with
coffee. "I just hope whoever he's replaced with is a little more sane." She
concluded, drawing a few smiles from the group.

"Has anyone heard from the new guy? Has he even arrived yet?" Olivia asked.

A few of us shook our heads, before Luke said, "if no one turns up, I'd
move in."

"Woah slow down loverboy," Tino laughed, "after one night together and
you're moving in.. you must have impressed him last night T."

We all laughed at this, although the fact Luke said this made me happy. He
wasn't doing this for a quick fling, he liked being with me and wanted this
to continue, as did I.

We talked for a few more minutes before Tino asked what the plan for the
day was. We found out there was something called a 'freshers fair' which
basically meant there would be lots of stalls set up on campus, handing out
free stuff, trying to recruit people into different clubs and societies.
Luke suggested I'd find out how to try out for football, to which Tino said
he'd try out too.

We agreed to meet again at 12:00 at the entrance to our accommodation. Luke
said he was going to head back to his flat for a while and asked if he
could bring some of his flatmates too, to which we agreed to. When Luke
left, I went with Jane to her room as she started to get ready. She asked a
few questions, the most obvious one being "did you do it?" Referring to
whether I'd had sex with Luke yet.

"We did some things, but.."

"But?.."

"Not sex.. like.. I don't know if I'd be ready for that..."

"Well I suppose for me I don't have to put anything inside me.. so I don't
really have the same problem. But if you're not ready for anal sex then you
can wait.. he seems like the kind of guy who would wait."

"I guess.."

"Something the matter?"

"Just... he knows what he's doing. I'm like an amateur, a virgin. I want to
give him more."

"Tristan, you've literally just come out of the closet. If you're gay,
that's like losing your virginity anyway.. to go from just coming out to
full on anal sex within days... he understands."

"You're right. I just can't mess this up, I can't."

Moments later, Tino knocked on the door, which was already propped open and
came in.

"Guys?" He said, hesitantly. "Management wants to see us, apparently Jay
called them and said one of us did it, they're launching an enquiry..."

"What the fuck" I said, standing up from the bed. "Who did he say it was?"

Tino looked down at the floor, somewhat downhearted. "Me... He said it was
me."

The three of us looked at each other in disbelief.

END OF CHAPTER 5