Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 15:20:05 -0400
From: BBG <some1yuno@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lacrosse Lover Chapter 5 (College, No Sex)

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Lacrosse Lover Chapter 5
     By Mark (BostonBiGuy) some1yuno@hotmail.com

I woke up with my dick still pressed into Rob's ass.  My hips had been
grinding into him of their own volition.  My boxers no longer separated
our bodies - it seemed my cock had decided to liberate itself and was now
pressing against his flesh through the fly.  It took significant effort
for me to stop my hips from their rhythm - my mind knew this was risky but
my body didn't care.  I tried to fall asleep but my raging hardon would
let that happen.  Being so close to Rob had me turned on and sleep was
impossible.  I slid my arm out from under Rob, standing up to get out of
bed.  I pulled a blanket out of the closet and laid it out on the floor.
I grabbed another blanket down to use as a pillow and pulled an extra
sheet out for cover.

I slipped my boxers off then lay down on the blankets and wrapped my hand
around my dick.  As turned on as I'd been it only took a few strokes for
me to shoot cum all over myself.  I stood up walking over to the desk
grabbing a few tissues to clean myself off.  I pulled my boxers back on
then lay back down on the pallet pulling the sheet over me.

I lay on my makeshift bed thinking about how close I'd been to Rob.  How
close I'd come to ending up in bed with Chris tonight.  I wasn't sure what
I wanted, I didn't know if it was just the alcohol or what buy my mind was
spinning.  Chris was a nice guy, a great guy really - he was cute, he had
a great looking ass, a nice smile, he was friendly and had a good sense of
humor.  Even more than all of that though he was interested in me.  My
infatuation with Rob had kept me from taking advantage of the situation.

I had no idea how Rob felt, or if he was even interested in me.  I felt
like we were dancing around each other in a long complex pattern.  I
didn't know the steps to the dance - hell, I didn't even know for certain
if I was dancing with anyone else or if it was all just in my mind.  A
wise person would most certainly try to step away from it all.  Avoid the
hurt and the pain, distancing myself from my emotions.  I was hardly wise
though - I felt like a total fool, but I wasn't really in control.  It
would have been so much easier if I could get a clear sign from Rob.

Part of me just wanted to ask him, to tell him how I felt, to just let go
of my emotional barriers and relieve the pressure that threatened to
destroy me.  Of course another part worried about losing him by telling
him.  What if he wasn't interested?  What if he was homophobic?  If I told
him there'd certainly be no going back to just friends.  We could never
share the friendly intimacy we have now.  I'd be lucky if he even spoke to
me after that.

But what if he was interested?  We could be together, we could be closer
than we already are.  The problem was I didn't know how he felt, I had no
idea how he'd react and I didn't want to gamble our friendship that I
enjoyed so much on the small chance that we could have a relationship
together.  Though I didn't think I could continue to put myself through
this kind of torture much longer - maybe the answer was to try to distance
myself a bit from my feelings.  I knew I couldn't block them completely,
but perhaps just a bit of distance would help.

It might be best for me to avoid putting myself into situations of
torture.  I think it'd be best to avoid staying with Rob again for a
while.  Maybe I could talk to Chris as well - I didn't think I wanted a
relationship with him, maybe I wasn't ready for a relationship with
anyone.  But a friendship with Chris couldn't hurt, it would help to have
someone to talk to, maybe it could go further than just a friendship.

I looked over at Rob.  He was still sound asleep, not even moved from
where he was when I got out of bed.  I gave a sigh watching him lying
there, wanting to be back up there with him, of course I knew what would
happen if I did.  I watched him breathing slowly, sleeping peacefully.  My
eyelids began to droop as I began to fall asleep again.

"Ugh!"  I groaned, something had woken me up, definitely before my body
was ready to be awake.  I could feel someone shaking my shoulder.

"Charles man, wake up."

It was Rob calling.  I wanted to just ignore him and roll back over and go
back to sleep, but of course I couldn't.

"All right, all right.  What do you want?"

"Well I wanted you to wake up.  Now that you're awake I want to know if I
can borrow a towel and some soap to get a shower."

"Yeah sure."  I stood up pulling the sheet off and walked over to the
closet.  "Ok, here you go."

"Well I wanted you to get me a towel, but I didn't expect you to be up."

My brain was too slow for his teasing today.  I was surprised he was so
awake, especially considering how trashed he'd been yesterday.  "What do
you mean?"

"Just what I said, I didn't expect you to be up."  He said pointing to the
tent in the front of my boxers.  "Most people aren't usually that happy to
see me when I wake them up."

"Go have your shower jackass."  I might have been able to come up with
something better to say but I needed some caffeine and some Advil before I
was up to that level.  Rob slid off his boxers and I noticed that his dick
was almost hard - most likely from a full bladder like mine was, though
his had  some time to go down, whereas mine had not.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and took the soap with him to the
bathroom.  I got another towel out of the closet for myself and took off
my boxers, letting them fall into the pile of clothes on the floor.  I
wrapped the towel around my waist securing my cock so that it wouldn't
tent the front and headed down the hallway with the rest of my shower
stuff.  I headed over to a urinal first so that I could relieve the
pressure on my bladder.

Taking that piss was such a relief.  I stayed at the urinal for a bit
longer than I needed to, so that my hardon could have a chance to shrink
down a bit.  I went into the showers and took the one next to Rob's.

"So sleeping beauty finally wakes."

"Yeah, not like I had much choice in the matter though."

"Sorry about that, but I really needed to have a shower.  I always feel so
scummy when I wake up after having been partying."

"It's ok, I understand.  Besides I needed to get up anyway, I've got to do
laundry today."

"Yeah me too.  Hey why don't you come over?  We've got a washer and dryer
at the apartment and it beats having to use the machines around here."

"Yeah, ok," so much for not putting myself into any more of these
situations.  Of course I could resist him.

"Cool.  We can sit around and watch TV or something while the machine is
going."

"Can I have my soap now?"

"Yeah, sure.  Can I borrow some shampoo?"

"Yeah, here you go."

The more I watched him the more I wanted him.  Just seeing him there naked
made me desire him.  It wasn't going to be easy to try to get my feelings
under control being around him.  Especially being around him twice a day
swimming and at practice.  I should start cutting down the number of days
that I swam with him, that might help.  I couldn't avoid him on the team,
but I could try to avoid the time at the pool.  Although I still wanted to
be friends with him, and if I just suddenly stop going to the pool in the
mornings it'll look suspicious so I'll just start going fewer days.  Just
missing a day every so often at first, then maybe get it down to swimming
only two days a week by the end.

I shut off the water and took my towel and started drying off.  Rob did
the same.  I gathered together my shower stuff and wrapped the towel back
around my waist.  I stopped in front of a sink and looked in the mirror.
I combed my hair into place, then handed Rob the comb so he could take
care of his.  I put the comb away and got out my toothbrush.

"Can I have some mouthwash.  That'll have to do until I get back to my
place and can brush my teeth."

"Sure no problem," I said handing him the mouthwash.

"Scope: for kissably clean breath."

"Yeah," I shoved the toothbrush into my mouth and started brushing.  I'd
love to find out if his breath was kissably clean, even if all he'd had
was mouthwash.

Rob finished rinsing and spit the mouthwash into the sink.  He then headed
out the door for my room.  I spit out the excess toothpaste then had some
of the mouthwash myself.  Rinsing away the toothpaste.  I put everything
up and returned to my room where Rob had already dressed in the clothes
he'd loaned me yesterday.  He was gathering his clothes from the night
before off my floor.

I went over to my dresser and pulled out some clothes to wear and got
dressed fairly quickly.  Rob's playful mood when he had awakened me had
turned suddenly somber - possibly my somewhat sour mood had dulled him, or
maybe last night was catching up to him.

"Gather up your laundry stuff and we'll head out to my car."

"Ok."

I started to get everything together, I wished he'd say something.  I know
I was thinking of limiting our time together but the silence was killing
me.  I wondered what had happened - maybe I'd offended him in some way.

"Do you mind if I check my email?"

"No, go ahead."

"Ok, how do I use this thing.  Your laptop is a lot different from my
roommate's."

I went over and got the laptop booted up, then showed him how to get to
his mail.  Being in the dorms I had an ethernet connection, which was a
lot faster than the modem connection his roommate probably used.  He sat
there checking his mail, quietly looking through it while I continued to
gather my stuff.

"Ok, I'm ready."

"Just one more minute. ok, I'm done here.  Now how do you shut this thing
off?"

I walked over to shut the computer off.  Briefly catching sight of an
email before closing down the mail program.  I was only able to read one
line before it closed: "So how are things with your new lover?"  I had no
idea who it was from, but I knew that it didn't mean good news for my
fantasies.  Obviously Rob was seeing someone or at least had started to
see someone, and that person wasn't me.  I shut down my laptop closing the
lid and grabbing my stuff.

"Here let me help you with some of that.  I'll just throw my stuff in with
it since our clothes will be going into the machine together anyway."

"Thanks."  I tried to sound somewhat cheerful, but I wasn't really in the
mood to be.  I guess I finally had my answer, although I now wish I
didn't.  At least I still had his friendship, although that might end up
hurting me more - as a close friend I'd probably get the opportunity to
see Rob and his lover on numerous occasions.  I locked my door as I went
out.

The trip to Rob's apartment was quiet like it had been earlier.  I didn't
really know what to say.  All I could think about was that one line on the
computer screen haunting my memory.  That line burned into my mind like a
brand.  An inner voice kept goading me, taunting and torturing me.
Berating me for ever daring to dream that Rob and I could somehow be
together.  Well I had set myself up for this - I'd known all along what
could happen, but I did it anyway.

We arrived at Rob's place, and took my stuff out of the car taking it up
to his apartment.  We took everything into the laundry room and Rob went
back to his bedroom to grab his stuff.  We were still barely talking as we
sorted the clothing.  After we sorted Rob began to load some clothes into
the washer.  Rob picked up a pair of boxers, the boxers that I had picked
up from the locker room.

"Huh, that's strange.  "I began to hold my breath, afraid of what he might
say next.  "I haven't seen these in a long time.  I guess they must have
been mixed up in some of my other stuff."

I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.  He thought they'd been mixed up here
and not at my dorm somehow.  I was reluctant to explain the situation had
he reached that conclusion.  We started up the washer and then went into
the living room to sit down in front of the TV.

As we watched TV the conversation began to liven up a bit.  We were a bit
more jovial in our discussion, although a lot of it was forced on my part.
I really didn't have the heart to joke with him all that much - but I
didn't want him to think anything was strange, otherwise he might start
asking questions I didn't want to answer.  The washing machine finished
and I stood up telling Rob that I'd put the next load of clothes in.

I loaded the washed load into the dryer and dumped another load of clothes
into the washer starting it up.  I went back into the living room sitting
in the chair opposite him.  Rob was looking through a magazine; I just
kinda stared at the TV.  This was almost insane; it'd never been like
today, we had always been able to talk.  What made today so different?

A lot of things made it different.  I had pushed him away since last
night, it may not have been intentional - I didn't really want to push him
away, at least not all at once.  I certainly didn't want to lose his
friendship.  It seemed like I'd screwed up - I didn't even know exactly
what I'd done that had caused him to be so distant.  Of course it probably
had to do with me being distant to him in the first place.

Yesterday it was like we were best friends, and today. today we could
hardly speak a few sentences together.  Maybe he saw something on the
computer and realized I was gay.  Maybe it was because of rubbing my dick
into his ass.  I was asleep and I thought he was, but suppose he was
awake.  He must have realized that I was aware of what I'd been doing when
I got up out of the bed and lay on the floor then beat off.  Everything
must have suddenly come together for him - although he didn't really act
any different in the shower, which he certainly would have if he'd figured
out I was gay and that upset him.

Then what was it?  Maybe I'm needlessly obsessing about this.  We were
both out very late last night and we were both hung over.  We were
probably just tired.  This could all just be in my head.  There wasn't
really much to talk about.  I mean most of the time when we were together
we hadn't really talked all that much.  I mean we spent time at the pool
where we weren't talking - we could just be friends and share in the
companionship without having to talk.  Of course this seemed somewhat
different from that silence - I almost felt like I was on the opposite
side of a glass wall from Rob.

I could see him easily, but there was a forced separation.  The distance
seemed almost negligible until you approached the wall and found it to be
impermeable.  Part of me didn't want that wall there, I wanted to be able
to be close to him.  Another part of me told me that the wall was there
for my own good - it would make me keep some distance and avoid getting my
heart broken.

That part voiced its beliefs like a parent lecturing a child.  "You can
still be friends.  You're almost right next to him.  It's just a little
piece of glass separating you two.  You may not like that glass but it is
good for you.  It will protect you."

Overwhelmingly though I felt like more like the child, less concerned with
my safety.  I was only concerned about being able to have my freedom.  As
so often happens though, the parent overruled the child and the wall
remained.  The child part could stamp his foot and scream and yell - he
could throw a tantrum that shook the walls of the room - but could not
have his way.

A buzz from the laundry room disturbed my thoughts.  Rob jumped up from
the sofa.

"I'll throw the next load in," he said, heading towards the washer.

Rob came back from the laundry room carrying two baskets; one that was
full and one empty - presumably so we could separate our clothes.  Rob
dumped the clothes on the floor between us and set the basket I had
brought next to my chair.  I reached in to start picking out and folding
up my clothes.  We both finished folding and went back to watching TV and
being silent until the next load of clothes was ready.  I went to grab
this load while Rob stayed in the living room.

I loaded the last load of clothes into the dryer and took the dried
clothes out the living room where we repeated our earlier ritual.  Rob
grabbed the last load of clothing from the dryer when it finished and we
carried out the sorting and folding again.

After all the clothes were taken care of Rob said "Let me get my stuff put
up and I'll give you a lift back to your dorm."

"Ok, thanks.  No rush."

It was only a couple of minutes before Rob returned to the living room.
"Ok let's go."

The drive back to my dorm was short and very quiet.  As we neared the
building he said "Can you get everything up to your room by yourself?"

"I think so."  He watched me attempt to juggle two large and heavy baskets
of clothes.

"Sure you don't need any help."

"Uh. yeah guess I could use a hand."  He smiled and grabbed one of the
baskets.  We carried my clothes up to my room.

"Where do you want these?"

"Just set them on the bed, I'll take care of them.  I need to go piss
first."

"Yeah me too."

We traveled down the hallway to the bathroom.  I headed to one of the
urinals and he went to one somewhat near mine.  We only stayed in there
for a minute though - just long enough to take care of a necessary bodily
function.  I zipped up and went to leave the bathroom right about the time
that Rob did.
Outside the bathroom Rob said "So I guess I'll see you at the pool
tomorrow morning."

I had to stop for a second deciding what to say.  "I don't think so.  I've
got an exam in one of my classes tomorrow morning and I should probably
study for it instead."

"Ok that's cool."  There was a strange undertone to his voice - I wasn't
certain but it sounded almost like disappointment.

"But I'll see you at practice tomorrow afternoon."

"Ok, see you at practice."  He turned and walked down the hallway to head
back out to his car.  I turned and went back to my room.

I took the clothes off my bed and lay down on it for a few minutes.  I
couldn't help but remember lying in it with Rob last night.  The feeling
of his body against mine had been wonderful, though it hadn't lasted.  I
wished that he could be in here with me now - but of course he couldn't.
I lay for a few more minutes before I got out of the bed and began to put
my clothes away.

My body was running on autopilot as I placed the clothes in the drawers.
My mind was almost blank as my body went through the motions.  It wasn't
until I noticed a pair of dirty boxers in with my clothes.  Rob's boxers
that he'd worn the night before.  I could easily tell that they hadn't
been washed.  The wrinkles in them clearly proved that  -  as did the
scent when I held them up to my nose.  It appears that I had a replacement
for the pair of boxers that had found their way back to him accidentally.

I wondered how they'd gotten in there.  The clothesbasket had been empty
before we began sorting the clothes.  It didn't seem possible that they
could have gotten in there accidentally, not with the clean clothes.
There must be some other possibility.

Maybe Rob had put them there intentionally while I'd been in the laundry
room.  If he had put them there intentionally, the next thing to ask was:
"Why did he put them there?"

Maybe he put them there as a test.  Maybe he was trying to find out if I
really was gay.  It was possible that he suspected I was and wanted to be
certain.  But if he did want to know for certain if I was gay, why did he
want to know.  Was he gay and trying to find out if I was?  Or was he the
opposite, a very homophobic guy testing to see if I'm straight?

I didn't know.  I could find no answer to my questions.  I had nothing to
go on beyond speculation.  I didn't even know for certain that the boxers
had been planted there intentionally by him.  It could have just been an
accident - just a random event.  Maybe it was fate's way of tempting and
torturing me even more.  What to do with the boxers then?

I could give them back and say they got in there accidentally.  Of course
another pair of his boxers had already appeared mysteriously.  A second
pair that just happened to be in my clothes might seem suspicious.  That
was only if it happened accidentally.  If he put them there intentionally
then that would let him know that I was 'straight.'  Although if he were
gay and interested that would be the wrong signal for me to send him - but
if he were homophobic that would prove that I was straight, I could pass
his test and our friendship could continue.

I could also keep them.  Just because I was trying to detach my feelings
for him didn't mean that he couldn't continue to be a jack-off fantasy for
me.  If they fell in by accident then he might not notice they're missing.
If he set them there intentionally that might give the wrong signal
depending on his intentions for putting them there.

I really only had one choice in the matter.  I'd have to keep the boxers,
and pretend I'd never found them.  If he asked about them I could always
check and then find them.  He'd most likely ask about them if he'd planted
them there.  Or if he just noticed them missing and they fell in by
accident.  If he did ask at some time in the future I might know more
about what the correct choice to make is.  I guess that settles it then -
the boxers will have to be kept.

I finished out the rest of my day just taking care of what I needed to do
then went to be.  My rest was uncomfortable and I found myself tossing and
turning most of the night.  My mind kept dwelling on the many
possibilities of everything.  My dreams were disturbed - to say the
least - by the visions I'd been having.  I paced the floor at times in my
restlessness trying to get some peace, but I found none.  I finally gave
up on trying to sleep and went down to the pool to try to get in a few
laps hoping that might make me feel better.

It was well before the time when Rob would arrive so I thought I was safe.
The water felt great on my body as I jumped in.  It took several minutes
for my muscles to loosen up and once they had I began to swim across the
pool.  My mind finally became quiet as I was swimming.  I was thinking
about nothing other than the water around me and my body as it moved.  It
was the only peace I'd had in a while and it was bliss.

I became so involved in my swimming that I didn't even notice Rob's
entrance.  I paid no attention to his presence at all until he was in the
water right next to me - interrupting the trance induced by my movements.

"Oh. hey"

"I thought you weren't going to be coming down here."

"I wasn't but I couldn't sleep very well so I came down to the pool early
to try and get in a few laps.  I thought it might help wake me up before
my exam."

"Yeah, it might wake you up. but this will wake you up even more."

Before I had the chance to wonder what he meant or even take in a breath
my head was under the water.  Our old game of dunking each other in the
pool.  I managed to break free of him and rise up to the surface.  Rob had
a smile on his face as he watched me sputter for breath.

"Bitch!"

"Asshole!"
I hadn't lost his friendship.  I was thankful for that, as I'd been
determined not to lose him as a friend.  I might not be able to have him
as a lover but I would still have him as a friend and that was important
to me.

"I'd love to stay and dunk you back, but I do need to go study."

"Sure you do wuss."  He jumped on my back as I turned pushing me under
again.

He had a better grip on me this time and I had to struggle a lot more to
get away.  Finally I managed to pull my way back to the surface.  He was
back on me again, but this time I had a plan.

As soon as he was on me I said, "Hey watch it man.  My bladder's full and
much more of this and. oh. ah. that's better."

He jumped away from me.  "Oh my god, tell me you didn't just piss on me.
That's so disgusting."

I climbed out of the pool laughing.  "No I didn't piss on you - but I am
going to pay you back for dunking me later on."

"Fucker!"

I shook my hips in an obscene manner, "You know it."

"Oh get the hell out of here."  He was smiling as he said it.

I turned to walk to the locker room energized by the knowledge that we
were still friends.  I only stepped in the shower long enough to rinse the
chlorine off my body since I'd be showering at the dorm in a few minutes
anyway.  I dressed quickly and then headed out by the pool doors.

As I went past the pool Rob yelled at me, "Good luck on the exam."

"Thanks."  I felt bad about lying to him but that was the only excuse I
could think of last night.  I'm glad we did meet up today anyway though.
I was happy to be friends with him again and it did a lot to ease my mind.

I was walking along campus when I saw Chris sitting under a tree and
decided to approach him.

"How's it going?"

"Uhh.ok I guess."

"Do you mind if we go somewhere kinda private and talk.

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Well that's it for Chapter 5.  As always comments are welcomed at
some1yuno@hotmail.com or drop by the website at http://bbg.webjump.com
The site is still undergoing renovation, I've had a few snags in getting
everything set up so I decided to put out another chapter due to all the
emails I've had begging for the next chapter.  For those who are wondering
there is quite a bit more to come in this story, I'm guessing there will
probably be about 7 or 8 chapters but there could be more than that
depending on how creative I am and what the characters decide to do.

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