Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2004 17:32:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Rio Mack Subject: If Only I Were Gay 3 If Only I Were Gay, Part 3 by Rio Mack After his 12 o'clock intro to lit, Joel hurried to his dorm room, packed up his gym bag with as many clothes as he could fit, then put cell phone, shaving supplies, vitamins, toothbrush, and stuff into his toilet case, and threw that, along with the rest of his books and notebooks, into his backpack. That was all he'd need at Leif's place for a while. As he walked across campus to his new digs, he realized what he was doing: moving in with a guy. He was in a kind of state of perpetual head-shaking, full of a mind-blown giddiness. He still felt like Joel Foster inside, but wow. Like what if he and Leif made a real go of it, what would he tell his folks? He'd have to be honest, he couldn't hide anything this important from them. He believed in his folks' coolness over this. They were liberals, never spoke a homophobic word in their lives. Oh well, this might prove a real tester for them. But time enough to worry about the 'rents later; for now, what about his friends on campus? What if he goes out for a drink with his buds from the crew team? Does he bring Leif? His good friend Luke, the team captain, often brought whatever girl he was dating. And if he brings Leif, does he say, "This is my boyfriend"? Does he just do the kind of public displays of affection he feels like doing with Leif and let his friends figure it out and deal with it? One step at a time, was all he could figure. I mean, hell, he thought, I've seen gay couples on the streets lots of time being affectionate in public. No reason Leif and I can't be one of them. And how hot would that be, he mused, as his dick grew hard thinking about kissing and stroking Leif on the street or making out in some restaurant booth. The sensation of sucking his long hard cock, lapping at that smooth ass, pounding his tight hole; the feeling of his smooth, firm boy's body, those sensually taut muscles, and that damn stubble playing across his own body. It was incredibly hot sex. Dang, he could do with a touch of that dude right now. That morning on campus, he realized he was now checking guys out: wait, correction, he realized he'd always sort of checked guys out before, unconsciously, probably a little ashamedly - not daring to stare too long, not wanting to be thought a fag by anyone, least of all himself - but now he was doing it in full consciousness, in playful interest, unabashedly sexually. There were many hot guys on campus, and Joel was learning to feel at home in his new mindset. Of course, none of the dudes he saw was as hot as Leif. A couple times a dude stared back, and Joel's uncensored libido took over, unashamedly holding the stud's eyes and smiling. Damn, it felt good, felt right. His dick hardened in a kind of liberation. He was making himself at home in his sexuality. No more would he furtively check guys out, now he proudly responded to male beauty. In lit class, there was that cute wrestler who sat next to him: today, when he asked Joel about the homework assignment (he seemed to always look for reasons to talk with him, it suddenly occurred to Joel), Joel answered and then found more to talk about. As they just chatted away, smiling and laughing, damned if Joel didn't wonder if this wrestler was flirting with him. And Joel realized, too, that he was flirting right back. Fuck, he thought to himself later, I'm now in the not-so-secret male underground of homoerotic desire. It was thrilling as hell. He started thinking of the guys he knew well: Luke and Bo, of course, his best friends on crew. They were definitely hot. The three of them were like a Polo ad when they carried their scull down to the river. He bet they were like he was: used to the lascivious glances they'd get all the time from women and men. Joel used to be embarrassed when dudes stared, but now he wouldn't be. He'd seen Luke and Bo many times nude or semi-nude. Luke was the best-looking of all of them: intensely blonde, glittering good looks, and a body that was even better-developed than Joel's: just as defined, but Joel seemed almost fat next to Luke, who was a true chiseled statue. His dick, though not as long as Joel's, was perfectly-shaped. It begged to be sucked, Joel realized. He was always sort of hypnotized by that dangling, cut beauty as it bobbed around the locker room. Bo, like Joel, had longish hair. He wasn't as big physically or as tall as Luke or Joel; he was much leaner, though very muscular, wiry, and he, like Leif, had smooth, creamy skin. He was quiet, but Joel always had the sense of strong fires smoldering beneath that quiet. His dick was a definte mouthful, probably seven inches soft and very full. It curved down proudly and sensually from his crotch. And his ballsac was big and round beneath it. Bo had a sparse sprinkling of black hairs on his chest, then a thin, lovely trail from his belly-button down. Joel knew how much in the past he'd fought the desire to lick that trail. As Joel thought about his friends' bodies, he thought of his own, and Leif's. Into his mind, for some kooky reason, popped an image of Leif, helping him trim his pubes and shave his balls and shaft and ass. He wanted a thin sexy blonde ridge there, like the muscle studs online, with the rest of the meat smooth and slick for his lover to lap and lick. Damn, he was horny. Oh, how great to luxuriate finally in full male sexuality! He reached Leif's ('our place,' I guess I should call it, he thought), and put his stuff away. He mind kept returning to Leif: God, he wished he were here. Not just for sex (though Joel definitely would not say no), but just to be with him, that cool little fuck. Damn, he wanted this to last. It felt so right, not weird at all. It was such a strong feeling, call it love or whatever, and the sex was intense, indescribable. Joel had finally found someone who loved him the way he wanted to be loved, who clicked with him on every cylinder. He changed clothes for work and decided on no underwear. All he could think of was that hot quick sex in the john Leif had suggested. He'd spent some thinking about this, and he was sure: this time, he wanted Leif to fuck him. When Leif fingered Joel's butt in the shower that morning, it had sent a rush of pleasure through the boy that had him curious all through class this morning. The thought of his thin stud sticking that sweet cock up his ass and pumping it in and out was something Joel had to feel. His ass was all kinda itchy in anticipation. He hoped Leif wanted it. He wanted everything to be even and open with Leif. He'd read about 'tops' and 'bottoms' on the net, sure, but it felt wrong to him. He loved fucking Leif, and wanted Leif to fuck him. He wanted his stud to ram his ass, plant his seed, cement their relationship. He put on an old, tight T-shirt he thought Leif might like him in, re-did his ponytail (which, he agreed with Leif, definitely gave him a certain sexy aura), and headed for the library. Leif was at the desk when he got there. Not even thinking about it, the two boys embraced and kissed. They lingered longer with lips and hands than they probably should have. A young Asian student waiting to check her books out smiled, but that was about the only public reaction they got. Leif checked the student's books out and then returned to his lover. "So, dude, you all moved in?" "Yep. Leif, man, I have to say, I am so high on this. So high on you. This is such a mind-fuck for me." He was back to stroking his dream-boy. "Me too, dude. Me too. Isn't it sexy as shit?" And Leif rubbed Joel's cock while he deep-tongued him. "Mmmm, goin' commando today, I see," Leif laughed. "Check me out, stud, and you'll see great minds think alike." Joel reached his hand right down into the waist of Leif's low-riding pants and luxuriated in the touch of his boy-lover's cock. That thin, long, half-hard prick was deliciously tactile. Damn, he liked feeling Leif's dick, thinking about how good it would feel in his mouth, how nice it was to swirl his tongue around that pointy, hard head. Oh fuck, did he love sex with this young hottie or what? It was like he'd been in the sex waiting-area up til then, and now he'd been gloriously ushered into the main room. Reluctantly, Joel pulled away. Leif gave him a quick peck and said, "OK, here's the plan. Let's just chill on the job 'til around 5, when it's least busy, and then we'll fuck, OK?" "I think I can wait, stud, seeing as we have the rest of our lives to sex each other up." "Cool," Leif grinned. "OK, I'm gonna re-shelve, you man the desk. And don't be makin' passes at some of these cute young studs in here. You're in a committed relationship, you hunk motherfucker." The next three hours passed quickly. While they manned the desk together, the two boys did homework or chatted, but they did it as lovers, so lots of hand-holding, quick kissing, head-rubbing, and leg-stroking. Leif kept returning to Joel's head: he'd stroke his pony-tailed hair, pulling on the little tail, as he licked one of Joel's ears, and rubbed his chest through that tight T, whispering, "God, you look so hot!" Finally, at about quarter to five, Leif got on the computer. He was busy messing around long enough for Joel to ask what he was doing. "You'll see," was all Leif would answer. But as Joel watched the screen, a big grin finally broke out on his face as he realized what Leif was doing. He had called up the library's 'Official Template' file, the one they used for making official notices like "The Library Will Be Closed At 7 PM Tonight for Inventory," or "The Reference Section is Closed for Re-Cataloguing," and he'd proceeded to type a new notice: "This Men's Restroom is Closed for Repairs. Please Use the Restroom on the Second Floor. Sorry for the Inconvenience." "Dude, are you shitting me?" Joel was half-incredulous, half-turned-on. "Will this work?" "Why not?" Leif grinned. "It should. And it will give us some uninterrupted time for major fucking. Our supervisor tonight is Miss Lindemann down in Periodicals. Not only isn't she likely to need a men's room, but she'll be three floors away from us." "Uh, Leif," Joel stammered a little, "about that fucking." He hung his head a little shyly, the big stud kind of embarrassed to admit he wanted a good fucking. "Um, how would you feel about fucking me this time after I fucked you? After that little thing you did with my ass in the shower, I've been sort of horny all day to feel your sweet cock up my ass. You like it when I do it, so I'm kinda hot to see what it feels like." He looked up, that sweet, pure, jock grin on his face that Leif loved, "Actually, I been like drippin' at the thought of it." Leif drew his big stud in his arms. "I was hopin' we'd be gettin' around to that soon. I love havin' you fuck me, but shit yes I want to pound that incredible ass of yours. Fuck, dude, if they would define the term 'muscle-stud bubble-butt' in the dictionary, there'd be a picture of your backside." Leif started rubbing his lover's beautiful ass through his faded jeans. "You damn straight I want a piece of this sweet fuckin' ass! Now, stud, let's print this notice out and head up to the third-floor john." Leif thought that restroom would be best, since only Special Collections and Government Publications were on that floor, neither of which were very heavily used. Leif grabbed the print-out and the big ring of master keys for the library's many doors and locks. He put a 'Back in 15 Minutes" sign on the desk, but wasn't too worried if their sex went longer cause the 5 - 6 hour, when students were at the dining halls, was almost always dead. They taped the sign on the door, scooted inside, and Leif locked the door. They were on each other like a flash. Both boys' bodily desires had been bubbling hotly all day, and now the lid was off. With one hand, Joel tore Leif's shirt up over his head; with the other, he shucked down his jeans. Leif did the same to Joel, whose long, hard, upturning cock boinged right out when his pants were pulled down. "Oooh, someone's ready," Leif laughed, and immediately went down on his lover. Danielle Voss, 'Dani,' to her friends, was the webmaster of the library's online catalogue. It was a demanding job, but Dani loved it. She did very elegant html and found keeping up with the library's ever-evolving needs highly satisfying. She was almost ready for her dinner break, but decided first she would take care of one her affiliated jobs: the library had a long-standing problem with one of their restrooms being used as a place for gay males to have sex. But one young freshman had had such a horrible experience in there last year, he told his story to the campus newspaper, and public pressure (as well as the wish not to have such a sad experience repeated) forced the administration to get serious about something they had just winked at previously. It was Dani who'd come up with the solution at a staff meeting: install a computer with a dedicated webcam behind one of the restroom mirrors, and randomly check in on the cam to see if anything was going on. They had been able to bust a few offenders during the past several months and the sex traffic in there had cut down significantly. Dani felt a little bad about it: as a lesbian, she hated to participate in something that would feed homophobia, but she also couldn't allow predators to harass young boys. She was glad she was in charge of this security operation, as what she usually did was check in, if something was going on, she'd watch it long enough to make sure it was consensual, and then turn a blind eye. Truth to tell, Dani loved this. Although she was totally turned off by the thought of men fucking her, she was utterly turned on at the sight of two guys fucking each other. It was about once every fifteen check-ins that she actually saw any sex, and then it was often uninteresting for her (older guys, say, or clumsy, shameful college kids), but occasionally she'd strike pay dirt and be tuned to her own private 'Hot Frat Boy Lust' Website. Today, when she clicked the icon for the webcam on she saw two guys who had clearly just entered ripping each other's clothes off. Dani was turned on immediately. These guys were hot. One was a real jock Adonis type, the other was much slighter, but tall, lean, and very sexy. His head was shaved like a lesbian's, and he had an androgynous air that Dani found incredibly hot. No cruising for these two; they got right to it. Before she knew it, the thinner guy was on his knees, luxuriating on the built jock's dick. Dani looked around the office to make sure she was alone, then started fingering herself. The guy's cock was very long and thick, a gay man's dream, she figured. The buzz-cut boy was slurping up and down on it, one hand tickling the nicely-hanging set of big balls, the other playing with the jock's ass. Hot, Dani thought - finger that stud's hole. Now the boy was rubbing his face all over the jock's long, thick tool; Dani knew how exquisite that stubbly head and face would be to the jock, like a thousand little pleasure-shocks. The boy went back to sucking, now slowly up and down, all the way down and all the way back up. At the top, the boy would swirl his tongue all around what Dani could see was an uncut cockhead. Suddenly Dani stopped fingering herself and stared hard at the screen. "I know these guys!" she said aloud. She watched them more, just to make sure, and then was positive: these are two of the students who work the circulation desk. One was Leif Pederson. Dani should have recognized him immediately: he was a cool guy who'd asked her out once. If Dani were straight, she'd have said yes in a minute. Those gender-neutral looks of his were incredibly appealing to Dani, who had that gamine look herself. The other boy was named Joel - Forest or Forrester or something like that, she wasn't sure - not really Dani's type, if she had a type, in men, but she knew he would be considered attractive by most women and probably an awful lot of men. Now she continued watching with even more fascination. So the check-out boys are hot for each other? Too cool. Shit, probably more than half the library staff are gay, Dani thought. Now Leif had risen off Joel and was bending over one of the wash basins. Joel was spitting into his hand. He used that wet hand to play with Leif's asshole. Christ, Dani was getting into this: two guys in the heat of animal passion for each other. This must be what straight guys feel watching girl-on-girl action, she thought. Utter eroticism, cause so foreign and unattainable. After Joel had played with his hole for a while, Leif reached around and took Joel's hand in his mouth, slurping his fingers all over, getting them all wet and glistening. Joel bent over and slowly, sensuously licked the back of Leif's head. Then he went back to work on that hole, crouching low to tongue it after fingering it a while more. He placed one hand on Leif's ass-cheek, with the other he reached around to jack his young lover, all the while tonguing that hole in the kind of lust-fever Dani liked her girlfriends to use on her cunt. Finally, the Adonis rose. He stood there, cock all shiny on the computer screen, body glistening and cut, his hair swept back in a pony tail that set his carved cheekbones off so well, and then she watched as the muscular hottie went into action. He grabbed his big dick, aimed, and slowly worked his tool into the boy's stretched-out asshole. A few little quick pumps of those muscular hips and his dick started sliding in nicely. He threw his head back. Dani could see his body was leaner than she thought. Everything seemed rippling muscle; he was sheer force in a young man. Head still back, he began stroking the boy tenderly up and down his sides, while those well-developed hip muscles forced his cock all the way in. When he made it all the way, Leif threw his head back in ecstasy. Joel bent over to kiss and tongue the boy's mouth, and then he started fucking in earnest. He established a steady, hard rhythm immediately. Bam-bam-bam. God, he was hot for this kid's ass. Leif wasted not a moment in meeting him thrust for thrust. This was serious fucking: in all her months of security work, she had never seen as beautifully erotic sex as this. She was all the way up in her cunt now, fingering her clit, while she watched her private sex show. Joel reached around in front again and was making incredibly passionate love to Leif's cock and balls while he kept up his insistent, driving pounding. Then he started a kind of slight hip-swaying while he pounded. Leif matched that as well. Dani stared for a full minute or two, her tongue lolling out of her mouth in wanton lust as this sensual dance of male desire steamily unfolded before her. Fingering madly, she put her own head back and started cumming. She opened her eyes a few moments later to the sight of Leif's cock erupting in Joel's hand. The jock speeded up his pounding - hard, fevered thrusts - while he lapped up Leif's cum in obvious ecstasy. Then he pushed one deep, final time and collapsed on the boy's back. God, what a cocksman, Dani thought. Then she realized something was weird. How could these two be so brazen? This was like watching sex on a hidden camera in some dude's bedroom, where there was no worry of someone walking in; this was not the quick, furtive sex she was used to seeing on her webcam. She had never seen sex go on long enough for her to finger her clit to climax. She had to know what the hell was going on, so she clicked off the webcam, dried herself with a tissue, straightened her top and skirt, and headed upstairs, tingling at the thought of surprising these 2 young hotties when their tea-room tryst was finished. Meanwhile, it was Leif's turn. Joel's muscular torso reclined expectantly on a makeshift mattress made from their discarded clothes. Leif, kneeling between his jock-stud's powerful thighs, bent down to tongue that full, lovely, virgin ass. Joel had a thin sprinkling of blondish hairs down there. He was moist from cumming, so Leif's tongue got a little tang of Joel's funk as he started making love to that crack. Leif was a man possessed. He'd lick hard, soft, short, long, alternating sensuous lapping with staccato pecking. Joel was lost in a kind of lust-haze. "Oh fuck, dude, rim me forever," he cried, as his hard hip muscles pushed his ass-crack down into Leif's face. Leif continued with his talented tongue, while his slender fingers played with his lover's cock and balls. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum in a minute, dude, you keep that shit up!" Joel squealed, transported by another chapter in the continuing story of the best sex he'd ever had. Leif was on a mission. His tongue was circling Joel's hole, trying to stretch it as far as he could. He brought the fingers of one hand up, too, to help make it as easy as possible to take Joel's cherry. But one hand kept jacking his whimpering stud. Finally Joel grunted and load after load shot out on his abs and chest. Leif's nimble fingers scooped up as much as he could and used it as lube - some to help widen Joel's hole, the rest to mix with his own precum, as he slicked up his cock. He could wait no longer and rose up. "I'm fucking you now, angel," he said simply. "God, I love you," Joel said, from the far side of paradise. Leif looked at this heaven before him: his beautifully muscled lover's now-gaping hole, seeming like a little mouth, moaning to be fucked. Leif grabbed his wet cock and nudged the head in. It went in tightly, but steadily. "OH SHIT!" Joel moaned. "A cock's workin' its way into my ass! Oh shit, this is so great!" Leif slid in slowly, steadily. "Oh man, you feel so big in me, dude! OH FUCK does this feel good." "Shit, man," Leif marveled, "You're so fucking tight! Oh hell, why fuck anything else than a muscle-stud's tight, young ass?" "You know it, man. Damn, I need a fucking! Come on, you shit, ram me, show me how deep your fucking love is!" Leif slowly worked back and forth, letting Joel's eager ass get used to him. That stud body laid out before him had lots to keep his hands busy as he got into his rhythm. One hand played more with Joel's hardening shaft, the other stroked an ass-cheek. But those taut nips almost seemed to wink at him perched on top of Joel's big pecs. He had to stop for a minute to bend down and kiss Joel. "Love you, man," he whispered in his ear after he'd kissed this jock, who was lost in the ecstasy-haze of his first fucking. Then he tongued Joel's ear, blew a few hot breaths in, and got back to his own first gay fuck. Leif was quickly all in, then pulled slowly all out, then back in. He wanted to start a steady stroke, to keep himself hard as long as possible, and to let Joel feel the true force of his love-making. By now, Joel was panting in semi-coherent yells and gasps. Leif started fucking in earnest. Grasping Joel's ass-cheeks, he pumped hard, firm, and fast. "Oh Christ, that's it. Man, do it. Come on, you shit. Let me see how you fuck." Leif was a little surprised and the force of Joel thrusting back, but he had to show this jock that he could fuck with the best of them. Soon, they set up a crazed rhythm. Leif would pound from a few different angles, and Joel would wiggle his ass and hips in whatever way he wanted. It was like fucking a bucking bronco, Leif thought, but he kicked it up another notch and kept at it. He tweaked Joel's nipples hard to let him know who was riding whom. "FUCK ME, STUD! FUCK ME!!" Joel cried. Leif started pending him hard and firm and fast, over and over, totally overcome by the sheer sensuality of the best fuck of his young life. "Take it, man. Take my cock! I'm gonna fuck you all the time now, man! I'm fucking the greatest piece of ass in the world! Ugh, ugh, here, you fuck! Feel this stud cock all deep in your guts!" "OH YEAH! God, that feels good! Ride me all night, Leif!" Joel was sliding his ass up and down Leif's pole, it felt so delicious. But Leif was ready to shoot. "Oh shit man, here it comes!" "Pull out! Cum on my face, man! Cum on my face!" Leif was out in an instant and spurt after spit got on Joel's sweat-soaked face and lips. "You cum-crazed fucker, you! I - " Quick, hard knocking on the door freaked them both out. Worse was the young female voice that called, "Leif! Joel! You two hotties done fucking in there yet? Some folks might want to use the john, you know!"