Gay Sex Stories  presents "Carlo - Hot Gay Sex".

The next morning I awoke with Jose wrapped tightly around me from behind. His legs were all tangled with mine, and I could feel something rather large and hard poking into my thigh. As much as I wanted to stay just like that, the remains of the beer from the night before were yearning to breathe free. I carefully unwrapped myself from Jose's embrace and tip-toed off to the bathroom.

By the time I got back to Jose's room I was pretty much awake, so I pulled the sheet all the way down to finish the inspection that I had begun the night before. Sometime during my admiration of Jose's sleeping form he mumbled, "What're you doin'?"

"Snooping."

"Might as well complete your tour."

"You mind?"

"Be my guest." He lay there motionless, so I took it upon myself to carefully peel down his briefs so that his whole naked glory would be revealed.

He was amazingly beautiful like this. I have always liked the intrigue of the clothed - even the barely clothed body - but Jose in the nude was a vision to behold. There was a smooth perfection to his form that I could not have imagined. The thin trail of hair that descended from the patch on his chest blossomed again in a lush but not thick field of pubic hair, surrounding an amazing looking cock. He had softened somewhat from before I left for the bathroom, but it was still a sight to behold. About 5.5-6 inches in its current state, uncut, and impressively thick. It hung lazily over a pair of handsome balls, perfectly formed and lightly dusted with black hairs. "Still like what you see?"

"Oh yeah." He rolled over on his back and propped himself on his elbows. As he grinned over at me he started to get hard again, until he had expanded to what must have been a good 8-8.5 inches and somehow even thicker.

"So are you just going to sit there in your underpants, or are you going to let that thing see the light of day?"

"Be my guest." I lay back as he had, and he slowly pulled off my underwear as I had with him.

With that he laid himself down on top of me, and I felt him everywhere at once. It was like all our inhibitions, such as they were, had suddenly been torn down. Touching here, rubbing there, exploring everything we each wanted to know more about. My limited sexual experience had never been  like this. I could feel his dick rubbing up and down my thigh, as I'm sure he could feel mine against his. It didn't take very long for Jose to start breathing heavier and finally let out a little yelp of pleasure. I felt his come on me, which triggered my own release. We touched each other all over in an unbelievable frenzy until we could barely move any longer. I hadn't felt so good in a long time.

"Good morning," I said, pulling him tight around me while he pulled the sheet back over us.

"Good morning," he said back as he kissed me lightly on the neck. "Why don't we go get a shower now... Carlos is probably going crazy with curiosity out there."

"Let him wonder." We laid like that for about another half an hour and then finally went to clean up.

In the shower we spent a lot of time running our hands over each other's bodies under the pretense of getting clean. I let my hands wander down his strong arms, exploring his hands and investigating each finger as precious objects. He leaned his body into mine; rubbing his chest across mine and bringing his mouth down to slowly explore my neck. I let go of his fingers and moved my arms to surround his body. I felt up and down his back, exploring each curve and feature and making a desperate attempt to memorize each and every part. My lips found his own neck as I felt his arms travel further down my back to my hips, where he continued to explore.

After that much stimulation I simply could not handle it any longer and had to taste him. I let my lips and my tongue wander forward to the base of his neck and then keep traveling. I found that spot below his pecs right where the breast bone splits into two sets of ribs - it felt strong and wonderful. Heading further down I tasted each inch of the trail of hair as it descended farther down his beautiful torso. I lingered momentarily on his navel, digging my tongue in and prompting a small gasp to emerge from his lips. As I made my way down, I looked up into his eyes. "May I?"

"You never have to ask."

I looked straight at his dick. It was hard as a rock and pointing straight at me, demanding attention. I very lightly traced my tongue along the very tip, following the edge of his foreskin and swirling across the bit around the slit that had emerged. Jose let out a deep moan of pleasure. My exploration became a bit more forceful and I noticed Jose's knees start to buckle a little bit. "Hang in there - I've only just started."

"Don't worry about me," he moaned, "just keep doing what you're doing."

With that I raised up my right hand and circled the shaft. With a firm grip I pulled lightly downward, exposing his head so that I could give it the attention it deserved. In one quick motion I closed my lips around it and swirled my tongue vigorously over the tip. Jose let out a load moan and his knees buckled a bit more. I took this as strong encouragement and stepped up the strength of my efforts. Jose was moaning and squirming around like I couldn't believe. I started to work my mouth up and down while taking care of the lower part of his shaft with my soapy hand. I had neither the skill nor the experience to take all of him into my mouth - something I would definitely have to work on.

As I got more enthusiastic and was concentrating only on worshipping his
cock, Jose started to moan louder and babble: "John... you should stop
soon... I'm gonna... John, no..." He tried to step back and get me to
stop. Little did he know that I wasn't going anywhere until I had my taste
of him. I held on and kept my mouth firmly around his dick.
"John... wait... no... uuunghhh..." With one last firm swirl around the
tip I felt a blast of his come coat my tongue and start to find its way
down my throat. After a couple of smaller blasts, I pulled off and smiled
up at him.

"Oh my God, baby. I had no idea. But... you shouldn't have done that."

"Why not?"

"Well, I don't know... most people don't like to. I didn't want you to do
something just because it would feel good for me."

"That's only half the reason."

"What's the other?

"Ask me again sometime."

"Okay... well, remind me to return the favor."

"Only if you want to."

"Oh, I do. In fact..." he started to descend.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! "HEY! Loverboys! If you guys use all the hot water
you're going to spend a lot of time boiling me some for a bath!"

"YEAH, BE RIGHT OUT. Guess I'll have to give you a rain check."

"I'm not worried. We've got all the time in the world."

We emerged from the bathroom where Carlos was waiting. There he stood
wrapped only in a towel. Jose or no Jose, Carlos was still awfully pretty.
Seeing him standing there with almost nothing on was not making things any
easier in my already-excited state.

"About time. You guys didn't leave any little messes in the shower, did
you?"

I had to laugh at that one. "Oh, no, Carlos. I made sure that I took care
of any mess."

"I don't want to know. Just try to remember there's someone else living
here, okay? Loud moaning I can handle. Cold showers I can not."

"Oh? The way your dates have been going lately..." Carlos gave him an
'I'm serious' look. "Okay, okay. Sorry, Carlos."

We dressed and headed into the kitchen. Jose started making a big show of
putting together an enormous breakfast, which was fortunate as I was slowly
becoming aware of being quite hungry. After about ten minutes he had laid
out all the food on their tiny little table and Carlos emerged from his
shower.

"So. You two sleep well?"

"Perfectly. You?"

"Oh, no, I was so nervous about your 'sweet revenge' that I didn't sleep a
wink." It was Carlos' stab at sarcasm.

"I never said that I would get you *last* night," Jose pointed out, "Just
that sleeping in general might not be wise."

"Oh, I'm scared."

"Anyway, John - what do you want to do today?"

"Today?"

"Yeah, I though maybe we could go out and do something - unless you have
something else to do."

"Aw, that's sweet - your first date."

"Listen Carla, just because my date has more brains than all of yours put
together..."

"Oh, fine, go on, make your plans. Hand me the eggs, please."

"As I was saying. John? Want to do something?"

"Uh, sure. I was going to work on one of my projects, but that's what
Sunday is for I guess. What'd you have in my mind?"

"What about going out to the islands?"

"Sure. I'll dig out my camera, and you can show me how to use it. Well,
use it correctly. I wanted to get some seascape type pictures anyway so I
wouldn't have to depend on stock all the time."

"Sounds good. Carlos? Want to come along?"

"A day with the newlyweds? Don't think so. Have fun."

"Good. I was only asking to be polite anyway."

A few hours later we were on a boat headed out to the harbor islands.
After grabbing a beer we sat down on the deck and looked back as the city
got smaller and smaller.

"So John - what are your thoughts on all this?"

"All what?"

"Come on, you know, you and I."

"Oh. Well, I'm certainly not discouraged. It's worked pretty well so far
- but it's only been about twelve hours, you know."

"You're counting?"

"Why not?"

"Is that good or bad?"

"Good. I'm still adjusting, though, you know? I mean, I had my whole
fantasy world all set up revolving around Carlos. I never once stopped to
notice that you were there, but then again why would I have? I already had
one straight letdown to deal with, and you did a pretty good job of keeping
a straight façade for as long as I've known you."

"I wasn't sure what Carlos would think at first, then once I realized that
he'd probably be sort of okay about it - well - there was no reason to make
any announcements. I've kept to myself the last few years - no real
relationships or anything."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Well, that line about being busy with school isn't just a line. Grad
school is pretty tough, and I'm really easily distracted. The last thing I
needed was someone to soak up all my time. So I didn't bother looking.
Then you started coming around, and, well, here we are."

"How about before grad school?"

"Not much to describe. A couple of one-nighters, fleeting sex, that kind
of thing. It all got very boring very quickly. After watching someone
leave and feeling very, very alone I decided that I was done with casual
sex. It just felt so empty and so stupid."

"I know what you mean."

"Do tell!"

"I've only been with one guy, back in high school, really. Even then I
wouldn't really count it as 'being with him'. It was an experiment gone
awry."

"Do you mind telling me about it?"

"No, I guess not. Will was the first in a long line of straight guys that
I've fallen for."

"Sound like a lot of heartache."

"No shit. I used to keep an eye on him every second he was in the room.
He was kind of rough and rugged - you know, seemed a little dangerous but
in the end was fairly harmless. We ended up at the same stupid keg party
and struck up a conversation. One thing led to another, and..."

"Did you sleep with him that first time?"

"Sleep? No. I sucked him off, that was about it."

"And him?"

"Passed out right afterwards. We were pretty drunk."

"So that was the end of it?"

"For about a month. He avoided me like the plague until some other party,
some other drunken night."

"Did you do it again?"

"Of course."

"And him?"

"Well, he didn't pass out but didn't do much else either. He finally
relented to jerking me off. It was about as romantic as a hockey game."

"Some people don't know what they've got right in front of them."

"Actually, Will did. He had some guy who was willing to blow him at the
drop of a hat. He didn't have to do a thing because he knew that I would
always show up if he was looking for me."

"Ugh. So how did it end?"

"Well, one night we finally did the dirty deed. He was totally shitfaced,
wanted to fuck, and he wanted to fuck now. I won't call it rape - I'll
admit that it was something I wanted to do, and never said no - but it
wasn't exactly the most enjoyable experience I've ever had. He didn't have
a clue about how it works with the lube and all that stuff, and I had to
keep yelling at him. That would make him more frustrated, so he would
cooperate a little bit and then fuck me like I was being punished. Under
other circumstances it might have been nice..."

"I'll keep that in mind!"

"...but at the time it was just miserable. I lay there just praying that
it would all be over soon."

"Wow. I'm sorry about that."

"Yeah, well, it effectively ruined any fantasy that I had about him, and
that was the end of that. He tried to get me to go with him again,
apologizing and everything, but I just couldn't. After that we just
ignored each other."

"Damn."

"History. I've already gotten rid of my anger about that one. I hate to
think that he scared me off of anyone else, but the truth is that I have
only had one casual sex mutual blowjob thing with some random guy since
then. I came away from it with the same feeling you had - pointless and
stupid."

" I promise I'll never treat you like that."

"Thanks." We stayed fairly quiet until we arrived at the island. It was a
beautiful day, and we spent most of it wandering around, taking pictures,
and generally having a great time. We talked a lot more about our lives,
and what we wanted for the future - it seemed that in many ways we were on
the same page, and I resolved to let my defenses down a little bit with
Jose. It just might end up being worth it.

We finally sat down on the other side of the island near a quiet inlet.
Jose said, "You know, I never did reciprocate for your little gesture this
morning."

"Here?"

"Why not? If someone comes along, well, who cares? What are they going to
do, lynch us?"

"Rednecks I can handle. It's the park rangers I'm worried about - you want
to go to jail?"

"I can see there's no convincing you, so I'll just have to take you by
force." With the he reached over and started to unbutton my shorts.

"Oh, Jose, come on - I don't know about this." He totally ignored me, and
had my shorts down around my knees, and then off of me completely. "Jose,
really, uh..." Now my underwear was down, and suddenly the feel of the sun
on my dick was just heavenly. I had gotten myself so worked up about
cancer after all of my father's troubles that I had strictly kept as much
skin covered as possible at all times - especially things like private
parts. I kept having visions of skin grafts and ending up with some weird
looking Frankenstein dick.

All that was pushed aside as I leaned back on my elbows. I could feel my
cock start to rise to its full 7" very rapidly, and Jose had leaned back to
watch me in my excitement. I spread my legs wide as my dick pointed to the
sky and soaked in every ray that the sun had to offer.

"You know, my friend, you have a habit of saying 'no no' while your dick
constantly screams 'yes yes'."

"Enough conversation!"

"Yes master." With that he dropped down and engulfed me in the warm
moistness of his mouth. After slowly working his way up and down, getting
me covered in his saliva, he suddenly shifted and sucked the life out of
me. I hadn't felt so good for a long time. Amazingly, he just kept
working me faster and faster, working his tongue all around. I relaxed
backwards onto the grass, staring up at the sky and spreading my legs even
farther.

Suddenly I felt a moist finger poking around at my ass. After a split
second's thought I decided 'to hell with the rangers' and raised my legs
high, grabbing them under the knees and pulling them back to my shoulders.
My whole crotch and ass was out there in the sun for all to see, and Jose
took that as encouragement to work his finger slowly into my ass. Nobody
had been back there since that unfortunate incident with Will, and I
couldn't believe it could feel so tender and so wonderful. I let out a
deep groan as Jose sank the length of his middle finger up my ass.

He raised his head up to look at me. "You like that baby?"

"Oh yeah, Jose."

"Good." With that he dropped his head back to my crotch, wrapping his lips
around the head of my cock and working his finger into my prostate. I
thought I was going to explode right there, but held on tight. I wanted it
to last. Keeping his mouth tightly around my dick he started to push
another finger up inside me. The pressure was amazing. I pulled my legs
open even wider and started breathing a lot heavier.

This must have spurned Jose on, for the work he was doing on my prostrate
and the activity on my cock stepped up another notch. I knew I couldn't
hold out much longer. "Jose... I'm gonna..." I felt a huge push on my
prostate as Jose ran his mouth back to the very head of my dick. That
pushed me right over the edge and I could feel the orgasm of a lifetime rip
through my body as I came. Jose ran his tongue all around the head of my
dick, sending me into overload as I thrashed around. Somehow, perhaps
instinctively, he knew exactly when to leave my head alone and dropped his
lips back down the shaft so that all I felt was pressure down near my balls
and moist heat on the rest. He stayed there as he carefully withdrew his
fingers from my ass. I relaxed and settled into the grass.

After a minute he dragged his mouth back up and off my dick and said, "What
the hell does everyone complain about swallowing for? That was so fucking
hot, having you come like that."

I was not very enthusiastic about speaking just yet, but muttered, "Glad
you liked it. Now lay down and shut up for a minute." He lay down next to
me and rested his head on my stomach and we both stared up at the sky for a
while. I could feel myself getting drowsy in the sun, so I pulled my
shorts on and lay back down. Jose curled up next to me, this time with his
head on my shoulder. Soon he was snoring softly, and I let myself drift
off as well.

The next thing I heard was "HEY! GIRLS! BOAT'S LEAVING!" There was some
surly looking park ranger staring down at us. "You homos have been holding
up the boat. Get your ass over to the dock."

Jose got a fire in his eye. "Homos?"

"You heard me."

I stepped in. "Just forget it Jose, it's not worth getting all worked up
over some civil servant..." and started to lead him away

"That's right. Listen to your pansy friend there. Even if he is a faggot
who likes to insult a working man."

Jose stopped and slowly turned. I couldn't believe this was happening.
The ranger was a dick, sure, but not worth the trouble that was going to
come if...

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT." Jose started after the ranger. I had to act
fast. I leapt and tackled his feet, knocking him to the ground. The
ranger just stared down at us, laughed, and then started to walk away.

"Long swim back to the city. I suggest you hurry your asses up."

Jose got up and walked briskly away from me. I knew there was trouble
ahead, although I hoped that he at least had given up on the ranger.

"Jose? Jose, wait for me..." he kept walking, so I sprinted briefly to
catch up. "Look Jose, fine, he was an asshole, but is that worth going to
jail for? What would have happened had you broken his nose? You know how
much shit you'd be in?"

"Leave me alone."

"Oh, come on. You want to change things? Prove a point? Try to get him
fired, or at least severely disciplined. Don't pull this macho bullshit."

"Shut the fuck up, John."

I stopped in my tracks, then realized that I had nowhere else to go but on
the boat. With Jose. He went down to the lowest deck and immediately
found himself a corner to sit and brood in, with no real choice for me to
sit anywhere except right behind him, staring at the back of his head. I
got the message. I headed back up to the upper deck and sat staring at the
city in the distance. If I could just get back to city; back to my
apartment. This had all been a mistake.

When we finally got to the pier I was at the head of the line to get off
the boat. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. I moved
swiftly through the tourists still milling around the waterfront up a ways
to the subway station. Thinking for a second I decided to take the long
way around on the blue line - I didn't really want to run the risk of
running into Jose. I didn't need any more shit tonight.

At long last I closed my apartment door behind me and scrounged around my
desk drawer for a cigarette. I had been doing my best to quit, which had
been working, but with the events of the last two days it seemed like a
more than appropriate time to indulge in vice. I grabbed a beer, pulled
one out of the pack and inhaled the stale smoke, and settled into my couch,
exhaling slowly towards the ceiling. Well, at least I was getting that
little buzz you get when it's been a while since your last cigarette.

After a little while of sitting on the couch and brooding I switched on the
TV and headed to the kitchen for another beer. It was going down easier
now and I could feel a bit of a warm glow settling over my body, centering
somewhere right around my prostate. I never understood why two beers gave
me an itch there that always felt ready to be scratched.

I spent the next two hours with my attention alternating between the stupid
things on television and my beer. My feelings were torn - I was half
hoping that Jose would call, and the other half just wanted the whole thing
to go away. I jumped about a foot when my buzzer rang - it couldn't be
Jose, he didn't even know where I lived, so I got up and pressed the
intercom button. "Hello?"

"Yeah. It's me."

"Jose?"

"Yeah."

"What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to talk to you."

"Well... alright, but only for a few minutes. Then you have to go."

"Fine."

I buzzed him up and left the door ajar. All my vindictive little behaviors
were kicking in - no way was I going to greet him and invite him into my
apartment. He would have to feel like an intruder. His footsteps sounded
a bit erratic coming down the hall. It seems that he had chosen this
opportunity to also have a drink or two in the name of frustration and
anger.

"You smoke?" He looked incredulous as he stood at the door.

"I was in the process of quitting, but nervous tension and anger always
sends me right back to it."

"So it's my fault you're going to get cancer?"

"I let you up because you asked to talk. If you're just going to bitch me
out some more, then fuck off. I don't need this. It's easier being alone
and bored then dealing with some macho shithead." I sat back down on the
couch and knocked back a good swig of my beer.

"Fair enough. Care to offer me a beer?"

"No, but you're a big boy. You can find the big white box that's cold when
you open it."

"I suppose I deserve that. Thanks anyway." He stumbled into the kitchen
for his beer and then sat down next to me on the couch.

"So."

"So what? What do you want, Jose. You gave me the brush off back there, I
don't see what you want now."

"To apologize?"

"Gosh, I guess I hadn't heard that part yet." There was a silence that
lasted about just a few seconds but seemed like an eternity. Finally Jose
slid off the couch and sat on the floor next to my legs. After another
minute he put his beer down and wrapped his arms around my calves, hugging
them tightly and resting his head on my thigh.

"I didn't mean to do that. I am so sorry. That asshole pissed me off so
badly, and you didn't care at all what he was saying or how I was trying to
defend you..."

"Hold up. First of all, who said I didn't care what he was saying? Sure,
it's annoying, but my point was that it's not worth going to jail over what
some old fuck thinks. What does that prove? That you're violent and
stupid? No offense, but that's all I saw. Two, I don't need your defense.
I mean, thanks, I appreciate it, but I don't give two shits what some
asshole thinks about me or what I do. As soon as we stepped on that boat
he was totally out of my life. He was, and continues to be, nobody."

"But that doesn't give you the right to stop me from defending what I
believe..."

"You asked me last night if we had a chance. Well, if we do, then you are
going to have to let me care about you. There is no way in hell that I am
going to let someone I care about go to jail over a few dumb remarks from
an ignorant asshole. Then our friendship would be worthless."

"But..."

"No buts. If I see that you are about to screw yourself, you better
believe that I am going to try to stop you, and if you don't like it then
we really had best not pursue this thing any further."

"Oh, god. What did I do to deserve you?"

"Wait. No mushy one-liners yet. You don't get off the hook that easy. I
certainly hope that you never give me that 'shut the fuck up' crap again.
If you're pissed about something - me or anything else - I still deserve a
little bit of respect, unless I did something really dumb to provoke you in
the first place. I'm sorry, but that just was not the case in this
situation."

"You're right. I apologize."

"Fine. Now will you get off the floor and come sit next to me up here?
This feels weird."

"Okay." He slid back up onto the couch, but opted to lay down with his
head in my lap. He must have been hammered. After letting go of a little
more of my anger I started to run my fingers through his hair and softly
massage his scalp. "You know," he said, "They say that you are never
really good friends with someone until you've had a big argument."

"Fine. So now we're good friends. Can we stop with the arguments, then?"

"Sounds good to me. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Where the hell did you learn to tackle like that?"

I had to laugh. "Well, believe it or not, I played a lot of sports in high
school."

"You? Really?"

"Sure. When I got there my freshman year, there was a sophomore named Matt
Watson who was an amazing artist. He was very quiet, and was always
sitting around with his sketchbook drawing away. The jocks and burnouts
tormented him all the time with 'faggot' this and 'homo' that. I swore I
wasn't going to let that happen to me. So I had a choice to make: which
clique did I want to run with? The burnouts were always kind of smelly and
scary looking, whereas the jocks were all beefy and mostly pretty hot.
Guess which direction I chose."

"Ooh, big surprise."

"Careful. You haven't earned sarcasm privileges yet, Mr. Shut-The-Fuck-Up.
Anyway, I learned something very quickly - high school locker rooms have
great views, and football with its tackling and wrestling with its rolling
around in spandex makes for quite a time for a lonely young gay man like
myself. I swear my hormones were carbonated from the moment I first stood
in front of another guy in one of those tight uniforms, ready to roll
around on the floor."

"The mind reels with sarcastic remarks, but I'll be good."

"Wise move. Anyway, I got pretty good at all of it and was generally left
alone. As far as tackling goes, I discovered when chasing a certain Martin
White - who had a big, round, beautiful ass - that if I leapt, caught him
around the knees, and then landed with him my face would end up in his
crack, where I could inhale deeply. I can't believe I just told you that.
No more beer for me."

"My lord. You must have been walking around with a perpetual erection."

"That was the only downside. Somehow I pulled it off though."

"Amazing."

"Yeah, well, it worked. High school was actually a lot of fun for me."

"Sounds like it."

I had started to get drowsy from the beer and all the sun we had gotten, so
I let the conversation die there. Jose must have felt it too, for he was
soon asleep in my lap and snoring lightly. I let my head fall back and
fell asleep sitting up on the couch.

Next time I was conscious of anything was at about 4am. I opened my eyes
and looked out the window - I could just faintly see the first light
starting to give a dark blue glow to the sky. I desperately needed to lie
down before I really regretted falling asleep like that. I put my hand
back on Jose's head and started to rub lightly.

"Jose? Jose, we have to get up. I need to lay down."

"Hmmm? No... this is fine."

"For you maybe. I need to lie down. Come on, let's go to the bed."

"Mmm... okay."

We moved over to the bed and he lay down fully clothed on the bed. I was
apparently a bit more awake, so after I got myself undressed I started to
remove his clothes. At first I was going to stop at his underwear, but
figured I deserved a cheap thrill for what he had put me through that day.
I peeled down his little grey briefs and his beautiful cock sprang out. I
heard Jose mumble, "No, thanks, not now... too tired."

"You should get so lucky. I'm just getting you undressed for sleep."

"Oh. That's fine."

I had hardly needed his permission, but wasn't going to start a discussion
about it now. Pulling my underwear off I climbed into bed next to him. He
had rolled over onto his side, so I carefully backed myself up to him until
I could feel his chest against my back and my legs mixed with his. Little
snores were coming out of his mouth, so I poked him until he woke up
slightly. "Wha...?"

"Hold me. Now."

"Mmm... okay." He threw his arm around my torso and pulled me up against
him tightly, further intertwining his legs with mine and pressing his
crotch into my ass. After he decided he was comfortable he relaxed a bit,
and we lay like that for the rest of the night.

When I woke up again it was many hours later. Jose was still wrapped
tightly around me, but now I could feel his dick long and hard under my
testicles. I started to squirm around a little bit, running my inner
thighs along it and savoring the feeling. Jose whispered quietly in my
ear, "I though you'd never wake up."

I put my hand on his and pulled his arm from around my waist, and then
settled onto the bed on my stomach. "Please," was all I said.

"Do you have anything?"

"Spit works."

"Alright." He started to work some of his saliva around my ass, tenderly
pushing here and massaging there. After feeling that I had relaxed a
little bit, he started to work his middle finger slowly into me. I raised
my ass up to give him better access and he worked his finger in until it
could go no farther. He took this opportunity to locate my prostate and
started a slow rhythm, stimulating me until I was breathing heavy and
working my ass in time with his motions.

Eventually he worked his index finger along side it. I raised up even more
until I was on my knees, and he started to not only work my prostate with
both fingers but started a wonderful slow drag in and out of my ass,
working my ass open at the same time. Then came the third finger and
spread my legs even farther apart on the bed to give him all the access
that he wanted. He worked his fingers in and out of me, and at the same
time reached around to hold my cock and gently massage it. I was now
panting heavily.

When he carefully removed his fingers I knew we were both ready. I turned
around and looked him over. He was up on his knees with his legs spread a
little bit, his beautiful dick sticking straight out in front of him
looking strong and ready. I lowered my mouth over it and made sure every
inch of it was as wet as it needed to be. When it seemed like he was
ready, I went back to my knees with my legs spread wide and my head down on
my forearms on the bed. My ass was pointing high in the air, ready and
willing for whatever he was going to give me.

The work he had done with his fingers had prepared me so that his entry was
smooth and immediate. I let out a low growl as he filled me up in one
quick stroke. He quickly bottomed out, and I let out a small yelp to let
him know that he had reached a limit. "You okay?"

"Yeah, but..."

"I know. I'll be careful."

He started a slow retreat out of my ass. When he was about halfway out he
prodded around a little bit until he found my prostate. Several times he
caught it with his head and worked it in an amazing rhythm. I begged him
to take me harder. He pulled all the way out again and slammed forcefully
back into me, and I raised back up until I was on my hands and not my
forearms. With that he started a blinding rhythm in and out of me, working
my prostate until I could feel a steady stream of fluid being forced out
the end of my dick.

At one point he started a rhythm where he would pull all the way out and
then reverse and push back in a steady stroke. He kept this up for so long
that I though I would never be able to live without it again. I started to
pant and make small noises deep in my throat.

"You like that, baby?"

"Oh, you're the best Jose..."

"You haven't seen anything yet."

He then pulled all the way out and stopped. I couldn't believe he was
doing this to me. I dropped back down onto my forearms with my head down
and my ass up high and wide. "Please," I begged him, and spread my legs
even wider. I could feel just the very tip of his cock sliding around my
ass. At first I tried to push back into it, but soon learned that this was
exactly the wrong thing to do. When I tried that, he took it away
completely. I stopped and waited, and he started to slide it around again.

"That's right baby, you just wait for me to give it to you."

He pushed the slightest little bit and the head caught just inside my body.
I could feel it working side to side as he shifted his hips around and up
and down. It was a tremendous tease. Then he inched a little more inside,
and did the same thing. It was fucking fantastic. This went on for a few
minutes longer than I could handle. Finally I turned my head to try to see
him and said, "You remember before when you were so angry with me about the
island? Use that energy now. Fuck me like you really meant it."

"You want that? You sure? I can play kind of rough..."

"Oh yeah, Jose. I want it..." - I decided to light his fuse - "...faggot."

I thought I was going to be pushed right into the wall he slammed back into
me so hard. Without a chance to even breathe he started a jackhammer
pounding in and out of me that worked me right into a frenzy. I began to
growl and pant, forcing my ass back to meet his every thrust. He bottomed
out every time, which was causing a bit of pain, but what the hell - I
deserved it after what I'd called him. He then wrapped his middle and
index fingers around the base of his cock so that he could pull all the way
out and hold it steady while he slammed back into me. I finally could not
support myself under the weight of his pounding and collapsed onto the bed.
He grabbed one leg, rolled me over, and pushed my legs up until my knees
were just about touching my shoulders. Slamming me as hard as he could, he
pushed and panted until he finally thrust into me and stopped. He let out
a little howl and let loose with a fast series of short hard strokes.
Finally he collapsed on top of me, his cock still buried deep within my
body. I took this opportunity to work my hand between us and jerk myself
to orgasm while I still had him deep inside of me.

It took us a good five minutes to wind down after that. He rolled off onto
his side, his cock much softer now and slowly leaving my body.

"John?"

"Hmm?"

"You only said that to egg me on in the heat of the moment, right?"

"Of course. It worked, didn't it?"

"Yeah, but... I don't like it. I just don't like that word. I'll do
whatever you ask me to, but you don't have to trick me into a fierce fuck.
If that makes you happy, just ask me, and I'll do it. I'll do anything for
you. But don't play a game about it. You might end up saying it at the
wrong time, and..."

"What? What'll happen? Listen, Jose, if you have problems with your
temper that you think you can't control, you need to tell me that now.
We'll see what we can do to fix it. But I am not going to let you excuse
horrible behavior because someone said a word to you, or said the wrong
thing. That is the definition of psychotic, in case you didn't know. No
control of their actions."

"I know, you're right. Why would you deal with that? You are too good to
me."

"There you go again. I appreciate the sentiment, but let's not compare
notes on how wonderful the other is. In case I haven't said so lately, I
think you're pretty fucking great too. But we both have problems, and we
need to talk about them and deal with them, not give each other warnings
about flaky behavior."

"How come you never used to be like this at the apartment, around Carlos
and I?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, making these grand statements of wisdom."

"Because I never knew where I stood. I will be neurotic around someone as
long as they are always testing me and trying to keep me on my toes, like
you were. Now we are learning more about each other. With that comes a
bit of my assertiveness."

"Makes sense."

"So... no more angry bullshit?"

"I'll try. No more tackling, though. Unless your goal is to bury your
face in my ass like your big football players." He grinned up at me.

"Oh yeah, smartass?" I swooped down and rolled him over roughly, then
pushed his legs apart. I got a fantastic view of his beautiful ass, then
ground my tongue into his asshole. Jose squirmed around, breathing heavy
and pushing himself back towards my tongue. I dug in even more, licking
and tasting all around his hole. It was wonderful. I kept this up for a
long time - I just couldn't get enough. Will would never have let me do
anything like this, and beyond him there had been no other opportunity.

Jose had started to raise up his hips, finally pulling himself up onto his
knees. He panted out, "John?"

I backed off his ass for a second. "Yeah?"

"No fucking me yet - I promise soon, but not yet - but could you please
keep doing that?"

I didn't even bother answering. I just dug back in and wiggled my tongue
around his hole in a rapid series of movements that had Jose letting out
more pronounced pants of ecstasy. He started to relax a bit more and I was
able to really give him the royal treatment. With my face still buried in
his ass, my tongue reaching into his body to taste him from the inside, I
reached forward and started to play with his beautiful dick. We kept this
up for about ten minutes, until finally I could feel his asshole clamp down
and squeeze my tongue out while he came onto the sheets. I kept up the
pressure on his ass, and Jose eventually stopped coming and relaxed back
down into the bed. I lay on top of him while we re-gathered our strength.
It was then time to shower and face the new day.

We got over to Carlos and Jose's place and found Carlos getting baked and
watching television.

"Where the hell have you two been?"

"Long story. I ended up at John's place for the night."

"And you couldn't call? What if you had drowned out in the harbor or
something?"

"Get a load of this one - being all protective mother-hen like."

"Yeah, well, all I'm saying is you could have called."

"Fine, fine. Sorry, Carlos."

"That's alright. How were the islands?"

I decided to answer that one. "Great. It was cooler out there than on
land, and we walked all around and then sat in a quiet little place for a
while and... well..."

Carlos turned to look at me. "Oh, you didn't."

"Well..."

"John, do you insist on telling Carlos about all our activities?"

"After all the noise you made yesterday morning? It's hardly a secret what
we've been up to."

"Yeah, well..."

"John... Jose has a point. I don't need the graphic details."

"I didn't give you any. You came to your own conclusions."

"Are we done with this conversation now?" Jose was starting to get
annoyed.

"Sure, sure. Prude."

Jose raised an eyebrow at me, but then apparently decided to let it go.

The next week seemed to go by in a blur. Between school and hanging around
with Jose, it seemed there was always something on my schedule. I tried to
be careful about not wearing out my welcome at their apartment, but I ended
up staying there three nights, and two of the other nights that I was at
home Jose called me up and asked if he could come over. We were spending
an awful lot of time together and ending up becoming very close friends. I
was starting to become very comfortable with our relationship. Carlos
seemed to be okay with the whole thing too - nothing had really shifted in
our dynamic, and in fact we seemed to be better friends now that I wasn't
constructing a sexual tension that had never really existed.

Throughout our time together I had begun to wonder about Jose's reluctance
to be fucked. I didn't press him or even ask him about it, figuring that
he had promised it would happen at some point and that should be enough
explanation for now. It was his deal to work through.

On Friday night Carlos announced that he was heading out for an evening
with some of his Brazilian friends. Jose looked up from his dinner and
looked Carlos dead in the eye. "If I catch one whiff of you smokin' crack
or doing something stupid with those fucks, the first call is to your
folks. The second is to a counseling program."

"Oh, come on Jose - do you think I'm that stupid?"

"My opinion of your intelligence has nothing to do with it. I'm not going
to let one of my best friends fuck up his life for some stupid, cheap
high."

"Jose. You have nothing to worry about it. They're fun guys, but if
anything stupid happens I'm outta there."

"You better make sure. I guarantee you I'll be calling. Trust me, I'll
know over the phone if you've done something dumb."

"Oh, knock it off Jose. I've gotten this lecture before."

"Now you're getting the reminder. Got it?"

"Got it."

I was a little amazed. I didn't really cherish the idea of Carlos getting
mixed up in hard drugs either, but Jose was overreacting just a little bit.
After he left I tentatively asked, "Uh, Jose? Why so rough on Carlos?"

"I don't want to get into the whole story, but let's just say that my
neighborhood in New York had more than its fair share of that shit. Too
many lives blown to pieces."

"Friends?"

"Yeah. They'd come around, working their jaws all over the place like some
kind of cows or something, stinking of burned chemicals or... actually,
more like exhaust fumes. Raspy voice, talking too fast, talking about
weird things - personal things. That's why I'm going to call Carlos later.
Anyway, eventually these guys would disappear. Some to rehab, some to
jail, some just plain dead. I swore I'd never watch anybody go through
that again - especially not someone like Carlos."

"He's really a good friend to you, isn't he?"

"You don't live with someone for two years without caring about them just a
little bit."

I left it at that. We sat for the rest of the evening watching movies and
sitting together on the couch. After a while Jose's mood lightened up a
little bit, but I could tell he was still worked up about Carlos.

"If you're worried, why don't you just call him?"

"Okay." It was like he was waiting for permission to give him a call.

"Carlos? Hey, what's up? I told you I'd be calling. Oh yeah? Idiots.
Really? Oh, okay. That's good. You'll be home later? Alright. Talk to
you then."

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. He and his friends Ricardo and Miguel - I know them, they're
good guys - they ditched the rest of the fuckheads that they run with.
Apparently they're moving up in the world, right into crystal meth."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah, you know about that stuff?"

"Only what I've read."

"Good. So I don't need to lecture you?"

"Hell no."

"Good. Yeah, they're hanging out at some bar. I know he's telling the
truth - I could hear all sorts of bar noise, and Carlos' voice always drops
a little bit when he's drinking. Smokers voices always go up and get
raspy."

"Cool. When will he be back?"

"Probably right when the subway closes."

"My, my. We have quite a bit of time on our hands 'til he gets home, don't
we?"

Jose grinned over at me. "Well, I suppose you have some ideas about how to
occupy that time, don't you?"

"I can think of a few."

We practically ran to the bedroom, throwing our clothes off the whole way
down the hall. Jose leapt up onto the bed on his hands and knees, legs
spread wide. "Please... I've been waiting for your tongue all day."

"Don't have to ask me twice." I climbed up behind him and lowered my face
to his ass. I started to breathe heavy through my mouth, sending warm
moist air wafting over his ass. Jose started to moan lightly. With just
the slightest touch I reached out with my tongue and swiped it lightly over
the pucker in front of me. Jose let out a loud moan and backed up. I
repeated this several more times - just little swipes, little tastes. Jose
was getting really worked up. I decided to go for it. I dove in and
really worked around, and Jose started to groan loudly and push back
against me. I reached around again and took his cock in my hand - it was
hard as a rock. Working my hand up and down it, I continued to push and
prod at his ass. I was shocked when he suddenly let out a yelp and
collapsed onto the bed.

"Damn! You were really worked up, weren't you? That took what, thirty
seconds?"

"Yeah, well..." He lay there like a slug, quietly panting.

I could see he was wiped out, so I put my own orgasm on hold and lay down
beside him, resting my head on his arm.

Jose stirred a little bit and asked, "Is it psychological for you?"

"Is what?"

"Well, you know, sexual dynamics... who does what, when, and why."

"Oh, sure, of course. I mean, it all feels good and all, but - like - if I
suck you off, my jaw gets uncomfortable and all that, but all those things
are totally cancelled out by the very fact that I am bringing you pleasure
and doing something that's supposed to be so, you know, dirty. There's so
much great stuff rolled into the act that it isn't simply about my mouth -
let's face it, there are much more erogenous zones to deal with."

"Please don't get upset with me for saying this, but that is half the
reason I go so insane when you rim me. I mean, of course everything you do
feels fucking fantastic, but I really get off on the fact that you get off
on having your tongue in my ass, working me over. I mean, the very idea
makes a lot of people sick. You are not only willing to do it, but you do
it with enthusiasm as long as you want to - not just to meet some request
of mine. It makes me so hot that you will do things like that for your
pleasure - not just for mine."

"You're welcome."

"Thanks. Um... please don't be upset with me about the fucking. It's just
one of my issues, and I'll get over it, but I just haven't yet. Is that
okay? I mean..."

"Hush. I'm not worried. Let's just get some sleep, alright?"

"Really? You okay? I mean, you didn't get much out of this..."

"That's what you think. Now shut up and get some rest."

"Okay. Good night, my friend."

"Good night."

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Gay Sex Stories presents "Consolation".

    I wasn't trying to win anything. After years of making an effort to convert straight boys and one in particular I had resigned myself to permanent friendship status with no benefits. Random hook ups with guys from the Internet every few months was as close to having a relationship that I had ever gotten. I couldn't seem to find another gay guy who attracted me the way most straight men did. Put thirty men in a room, twenty-nine gay and one straight, and I would walk directly to the straight guy without batting an eye. It wasn't that there was any trait that I saw as particularly straight, because I met countless gay guys who most people would assume were straight but I knew were gay, and many straight guys who most people would assume were gay, but I knew were straight. For me, there was something in the eyes and the way a man looked at me. Given that fact, I was attracted to the boys who were obviously not attracted to me. It was a cycle that I promised to stop but continued anyway. I went around collecting straight friends and breaking my heart over and over again. I vowed college would be different.

     David Davies was one of the first guys I met on campus. He  was, in a word, a hunk. I first noticed him in the line across from me during registration and then I saw him on the elevator in my residence hall. It was just us so I tried not to make him feel uncomfortable, but my eyes carefully drank in every inch of his 6 foot 2 frame. I started with his face. He had high cheek bones, pouty pink lips, and eyes the color of turquoise. I glanced at his hair, midnight black and slicked back, then I was pulled to his eyes, I wanted to step closer and get a better look but I'd never been that forward, so I let my eyes travel down his body. He had a nicely tanned complexion, accentuated by the white tank top he had on that was clinging to every curve of his body and   not leaving much to the imagination. He had broad shoulders, amazing arms, rather large nipples and good muscle definition. My eyes passed over his baggy black shorts quickly because they weren't giving up any kind of details. His knees were nothing to talk about, but his calves were sexy and the flip-flops on his feet revealed nice feet that were well groomed for a man. I wasn't in to sucking toes, but I would have sucked his toes if he asked. Then my eyes drifted back to his face, up to his eyes and he was looking at me.

     He extended his hand, "Hi, I'm David."

     He couldn't have missed the way I was checking him out so his introduction made me think I might have a chance with him. I grabbed his hand. "I'm Cali."

     "Cali?"

     "Well my real name is Joseph but everyone calls me Cali."

     "Why Cali?"

     I took a step back and gestured towards myself. "Isn't it obvious?"

     He gave me the once over and smiled, "I guess you do have that Californian look. Are you from there?"

     "I grew up right outside of Los Angeles, but my family moved to Carlton three years ago."

     "Let me guess, you didn't get the nickname Cali until you moved here?"

     I giggled like an idiot. "Something like that."

     "So which is better, Illinois or California?" The elevator opened on his floor. He stopped with one foot inside the elevator and the other on the tile floor. "So which is it?" He smiled at
me and I lost my voice. "This elevator isn't going to go anywhere until you tell me."

     I managed to mumble, "California, hands down."

     "What kind of friends did you have in high school? You need to hang out with me because you obviously haven't seen what Carlton has to offer." He stepped out the elevator. "See you
around, Cali."

     The elevator door closed and I leaned against the inside and tried to catch my breath. David was cute and I had that familiar knot in my stomach that I always got when I met someone worthy of being a star in my fantasies. I wanted to know his last name and his middle name and his life story. I imagined that everything about him had to be cute. 

     David disappeared for the next week and a half. I kept an eye out for him every time I left my room and I even pushed his floor number whenever I was alone on the elevator, in the hopes  that the elevator would stop and the doors would open and he would  be standing there. I had a few friends already because of where the school was, but I didn't want my old friends, I wanted
to make new friends and David was at the top of my list.

     One day I decided to give myself a few more days to run in to him before I went to his floor and tried to find him. I got on the elevator the next day and someone yelled for me to hold the elevator and wouldn't you know it, David came running in with two boxes of pizza. Another guy ran in close behind him. The other guy had a bag in his hand. I gave the guy a quick once over. He was okay but he wasn't my type and he had the misfortune of standing next to David who would make a lot of attractive guys look a little less attractive if they  stood right next to him. avid nodded at me and I half nodded back, but mostly, I stared.

     "Don't you remember me?" he asked.

     "Yeah, you're David."

     He grinned. "And you're Cali." He looked over at the guy next to him. "Doug this is Cali, Cali this is my roommate Doug." Doug and I shook hands but the ground didn't move or anything.
"So what's up?"

     I smiled at David. "Not much. I'm thinking about dropping a class."

     "Already?"

     "Yeah."

     "Which one?"

     "My Intro to Bio. I have Professor Swann and every upperclassman I've met has told me to run like the wind."

     "Yeah, you don't want him. I hear he suckers people in with an easy looking syllabus and an easy first test and then he turns in to Mr. Hyde and tries to work the hell out of you with a lot
of material that's not on the syllabus."

     "That's what I heard too so I'm going to switch to one of the other intros. What about you? What's up?"

     "Not much. About to eat some dinner. Have you eaten yet?"

     "No."

     "You should come eat with us."

     "Okay." We got off on their floor. Their room was the first door once you reached the carpet. I walked in and was surprised by how clean it was and how small it was. The thought of sharing
an area that tiny with someone else was horrible and I was happy I had requested a single. After visiting the residence halls the year before I knew doubles only ca me in two sizes, extra large or small. I didn't want to take my chances with getting a small double so I opted for the privacy of a single.

     David and I sat on his bed and ate and Doug sat on a bean bag. I wasn't aware that I was staring at David until David started blushing and asked, "Do I have something stuck in my teeth?"

     "No. I just zoned out."

     "David has that effect on gay guys," Doug said. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a big rig, only my condition was more like the impending dread of becoming roadkill. I tried to move the slice of pizza I had in my hand towards my mouth but I missed my mouth and ended up hitting my chin. I sat the slice down and rubbed the grease off my face. Doug reached out and
touched my knee, "Hey, I wasn't trying to embarrass you."

     "Am I that obvious?"

     David laughed. "Relax, I'm use to people staring at me. It's just funny that guys do it more than women, and don't get me started on Doug."

     Doug punched David on his leg. "You like it when I stare at you, you pompous jerk." They laughed so I laughed with them and thought about leaving the subject alone. Unfortunately, Doug wasn't done with me yet. We stopped laughing and an uncomfortable silence stretched out across the room and amplified every sound to the point were I was holding my breath because I was afraid of breathing life back in to the room. Doug made a long exaggerated sigh and revived the subject I hoped would wither in the silence and die. "We knew you were gay because I asked around."

     "But I've never met you before."

     "I know. David pointed you out to me and I thought you were cute so I did a little research. I hear you weren't exactly secretive about it when you were in high school."

     "Who told you that?"

     "Drake Wells. I believe you know him."

     My throat was suddenly plugged with a lump the size of New Mexico. Drake Wells was my fuck buddy for lack of a better term. He was so far in the closet when we first met that I thought I would never be able to get him to see what was obvious to me. He was my guide for my first day of classes and he seemed miserable being stuck with me. Things only got worse during lunch when I revealed that I was pretty sure I was gay but I hadn't done anything with anyone, male or female. I wasn't ashamed of it. I knew I was gay as soon as I saw Michael McHenry take off his shirt during gym and I got so distracted that I walked in to a wall. While the entire scene was embarrassing, the outcome was favorable. I told my friends I was madly in love with him and they laughed because they already knew. Hiding my feelings was never my strong suit. I made an effort not to let my eyes light up when an attractive guy walked by but I couldn't help it. My reaction to certain guys was physical and obvious in a way that even the slowest of guys was able to pick up what was happening. Every straight guy who I ever had a crush on knew way before I told him.

     The students at my school in California didn't seem to mind
my proclaimed homosexuality and they didn't question my lack of
sexual experience, but the students in Carlton were different.
The students in Carlton were quick to ask me how I could be
certain without trying anything with anyone. Doors opened up that
I didn't even know were there. Girls offered to have sex with me
so I could be sure and a few guys offered to let me give them a
blowjob. I took a few of the guys up on their indecent proposals
because I was tired of not having any experience and I had my
pick of closeted guys who wanted to have a good time. The offers
came in faster than I expected. I told Drake I was gay during
lunch and by the end of the day three guys had hinted at being
able to help me decide for sure and offered their services.
Drake, however, was not one of those guys. Drake was an asshole
to me for two years and then he was suddenly overly nice to me
when our senior year began. We became tentative friends and that
led to us messing around with each other. He threatened to kill
me after the first time, but he didn't have anyone else to mess
around with so he apologized a few days later and begged for a
chance to hook up again. He was cute, but definitely not the man
of my dreams and he was only interested in having sex which was
fine when we were in high school, but I wanted something more
substantial and with someone who wanted to be with me, not simply
because I was a guy, but because they genuinely liked me. Drake
wasn't too upset when I told him we should part ways. He was
planning on moving in with his girlfriend and he didn't want to
lie about where he was going. I actually helped them move in to a
small apartment near campus. I thought it would be weird seeing
him around all the time, but after spotting David in line that
first day, I was sufficiently distracted when I bumped in to
Drake that afternoon. I'd seen him several times since I arrived
on campus and he was in one of my classes but we just smiled at
each other and said hello. His girlfriend was a different story.
I didn't give two shits about his girlfriend and the way she
ignored me when she saw me on campus let me know she wasn't too
fond of me either. She would glare at me until she was close
enough to speak and then she would look away and try to pretend
she was didn't see me.

     "How did you know I knew Drake?"

     "David and I saw the two of you talking a few days ago, so I
asked Drake about you. He's my cousin."

     "Oh." I took a sip of my drink. "So what did he say about
me?" I took a big chug.

     "He knew you from high school. You were gay and always
hitting on him."

     The drink went down the wrong pipe and I hacked as I tried
to keep from choking. "What?"

     "He told me you were cool though and you knew when to back
off."

     "Yeah, I knew when to back off."

     Doug eyed me for a moment. "You're lucky you were dealing
with Drake, because I wouldn't have let you slip through my
fingers. I would have known exactly what to do with you." He
licked his lips. "I would have grabbed on and taken you for a
ride you wouldn't forget."

     "Doug!" David shouted. I was too busy blushing profusely to
say anything. Doug leaned back in his beanbag and I noticed him
suggestively spread his legs and I found myself wondering what he
had between them.

     "What? I was just giving him a compliment."

     "You were shamelessly hitting on him."

     "He's a big boy. He can take it." Doug looked directly at
me. "You can take it? Can't you, Cali?"

     David elbowed me. "Don't answer him. It's a trick question."

     I laughed it off and responded by smiling at Doug and
saying, "I take it you're gay."

     "On the outside I'm straight but inside I'm singing
Streisand." I laughed until he pointed to a cd rack and I saw the
name Streisand more than once. "Yeah, I wasn't joking."

     I finally took a good look at Doug. He was an All-American
kind of cute. The word beefcake came to mind. He was definitely
not my type and the openly gay part made him less my type, but I
could see how his devilish grin and dancing green eyes could make
somebody fall for him. It didn't hurt that his body had the look
of a former athlete. He was not as tone as David, but his arms
had the hint of muscle and he looked strong and virile. He was
most likely about 5'11".

     "If you keep checking him out like that, he's going to think
you like him," David warned. I quickly turned to David.

     "Well I wouldn't want him to think that."

     David and Doug both laughed and we wasted an hour joking
around and trading insults with each other. At some point Doug
pulled some beers out of their small fridge and we each had a few
drinks while we continued to talk. I found out that David and
Doug were best friends from a suburb right outside of Carlton and
David was straight and highly sought after but he had only dated
three girls and he hadn't dated anyone for longer than three
months because he was looking for a very specific kind of girl
and he couldn't find her. The alcohol seemed to make them more
talkative, if that was even possible because Doug said David
really wanted a man but wasn't brave enough to admit it.

     David responded, "Been there, tried that, definitely want a
girl."

     I laughed again but neither of them laughed with me. I half
laughed when I asked, "You tried that?"

     "More than once, you know, just so I could be sure."

     "Oh of course, just so you could be sure," I said sarcastic.

     "Hey, now you sound like Doug. There's nothing wrong with a
straight guy experimenting with gay sex just to make sure he's
straight." I wanted to tell him that most straight guys I knew
didn't need to experiment with guys to confirm they were
straight. "And don't look at me like that either. I don't see
what the big deal is. Doug experimented with girls before he knew
for sure he was gay, so why does it matter if I tested out a few
guys?"

     "How far did your testing go?"

     "Thorough examinations. I had to go all the way with them."

     I let the alcohol guide my tongue. "You don't have to answer
this, but um, you look like a top, um, did you try the other
way?"

     He looked at Doug so I looked at Doug. Doug was grinning and
staring at him. "I uh, plead the fifth on that one."

     "He did both," Doug said.

     David threw his empty bottle at him, "You ass!" Doug smiled
wickedly and then winked at me.

     "He had great gay sex yet he still prefers women."

     "Doug, who said it was great sex?" David asked.

     "Well I can't speak for the other guys, but I know I rocked
your world." Doug gave his crotch area a good squeeze.

     David jumped up and I thought he was serious but Doug didn't
seem worried. David stood over Doug. "You made me do this." He
leaned down and Doug tried to push him away, but David's arms
were too long. David tickled Doug while Doug squirmed and giggled
like a little boy.

     "Stop it," Doug screamed between laughs.

     "Say it wasn't great sex."

     "But it was."

     "Say it or I won't stop."

     "Fine, it wasn't great sex." David finished his tickle
assault and stepped back. "It was beyond great, more like
amazing. Definitely the best you ever had."

     David turned back to Doug. "There's no helping you."

     David sat on the bed and looked at me. "Don't believe him.
He wasn't that good. If he was I'd be gay."

     "Would you ever be with a guy again?"

     His eyes darted to Doug then back to me. "Let's say I'm
sticking to girls for a while but I never say never. There just
aren't any guys that interest me at the moment."

     "So you're open to the possibilities?"

     Doug scoffed, "No, he's totally hetero now. He's just saying
that because he's a shameless flirt and he's trying to lead you
on. He prefers the softness of a woman's body to the firm
hardness of a hot guy like me or you. I keep telling him it's all
mental, but he's a lost cause. He could do a guy, but he'd always
be thinking about a girl. Damn breeder!"

     That comment warranted another impromptu tickle attack that
lasted until Doug apologized. Instead of returning to the bed,
David pushed Doug over and squeezed on to the beanbag next to
him. Doug put his arm around David and put his head on David's
shoulder and asked, "Don't we make a cute couple?"

     David shrugged him off. "I'm not drunk."

     Doug got up and came over to sit next to me. He put his arm
around me and smiled at David. "Don't Cali and I make a cute
couple?"

     David smirked. "Yeah, you do. Only he may be too cute for
you."

     Doug shook me and caused me to look at him. "You're not out
of my league, are you?" I laughed nervously then got mesmerized
by his eyes. He did have beautiful eyes. He was giving me this
intense look but I wasn't sure how serious he was until he leaned
in and kissed me. The kiss was quick and pleasant and his thin
lips felt like tiny bolts of electricity shocking me with an
addictive sensation that I instantly wanted to feel again. His
tongue darted out and gave my lips a quick lick as he pulled
back. My tongue stuck out and licked my lips and the trace of him
that he left tasted like drops of sweet water. He was the first
guy who ever took my breath away with a kiss and it was a drunken
kiss at that. I wondered for a brief moment what his lips could
do when he wasn't drunk.

     I realized we were nose to nose and just gazing in to each
other's eyes. He was breathing hard and I could feel his breath
on my lips and smell the hint of beer. "I think I'm drunk," I
whispered.

     He kissed my nose then gave me some breathing room. "I never
take advantage of boys I like."

     I giggled and tried to keep my composure but he had given me
goosebumps and put something in my stomach. It wasn't really a
sick feeling or a good feeling, it was kind of an awareness that
the contents of my stomach were being joined by something foreign
that felt like a ball of nervous energy having a field day inside
me yet each spot it touched missed the contact the moment it
bounced somewhere else. I wasn't used to feeling that for anyone.

     "I should get going," I said.

     "Okay." I stood and looked over to tell David goodbye, but
he was lightly snoring. "He's a sleepy drunk," Doug joked as he
stood next to me. "I'll walk you to the door."

     I laughed. "It's like three steps away. I think I can handle
it."

     "Okay. See you later then, Cali." I walked towards the door
and he slapped me on my ass and winked at me when I turned
around. "Yeah, I did it," he said with a smirk on his face.

     His behavior said he wasn't my type. He was more far more
aggressive than I liked and he was gay. I enjoyed being the
hunter and I liked for my prey to move around so I could give
chase, but if Doug was prey, he was the kind that walked up to
you and waited for you to shoot. David, however, was the kind of
prey that required finesse and that was a turn on. I couldn't
wait to bring him back to the gay side. David just needed to meet
the right guy. By the time I reached my room, I had foolishly
dismissed what happened with Doug as nothing more than an alcohol
induced mistake and gone back to fantasizing about David.

     David dropped by my room the next day. He was wearing a
tight blue t-shirt and khaki shorts with a pair of blue flip
flops. He sat down on my bed and invited me to a party at some
frat house. I probably had my mouth open the entire time I sat
across from him. He had to know what he was doing to me when he
rubbed his fingers through his head and then stretched. "You're
as bad as Doug," he stated.

     "What?"

     "Most guys try to be discreet when they're watching me, but
you and Doug have no shame."

     I knew my face was turning red. "I'm sorry."

     "It wasn't a complaint."

     I found his eyes and interrogated them. Doug was right about
David being a flirt. The problem was that I couldn't tell if
David was flirting because he liked me or if he was flirting
because he couldn't help it. His eyes didn't tell me anything but
he did hold my gaze until I turned away because I became
uncomfortable. He started a conversation about politics and I was
surprised by how well informed he was. He seemed to keep getting
better and better. He went from smoking hot to smoking hot and
intelligent. It was hard to beat that combination.

     We talked for hours until Doug called him and told they were
going to be late for the party. David left to get ready and I
took a quick shower and put on one of my sexier outfits. The plan
was to make a move on David and see what happened. I knew he had
been with guys before so I assumed he wouldn't be offended, which
meant I could be more overt about it. I laughed at myself in the
mirror and said, "Here we go again." I was getting my hopes up
over a straight guy.

     I met Doug and David at their room. Doug had on a green polo
shirt and a pair of jeans. I'll admit he looked nice, but then my
eyes caught a glimpse of David. David was wearing a brown t-shirt
with the phrase "I'm too sexy for this shirt" emblazoned in
white. He had on a dark pair of jeans and brown sandals. I saw
him and I wondered if there was an outfit that existed that
wouldn't look good on him. I stared at him, and even when I was
answering Doug's questions, I didn't take my eyes off of David.

     Doug insisted we each take a shot of Tequila before we left.
I hated Tequila, but I liked David and he did it so I did it then
we walked to the party. The party was the loud, drunken mess I
assumed it would be. David was drunk within the first thirty
minutes and Doug was hovering around him until David went off
with some girl. Even I had to admit the girl was gorgeous. Doug
seemed less certain of himself when David left. He went from
cracking jokes and keeping me laughing, to sitting there silently
watching the party go on around him. I tried talking to him, but
he didn't have much to say.

     David came back about an hour later and said he was leaving
with the girl and he'd see Doug in the morning. "I can't believe
he's doing this," Doug whispered, once David left.

     "Hooking up?"

     "It's more than hooking up, that's his ex-girlfriend. I
wonder who invited her, because she doesn't even go here. He's
about to go undo everything we worked hard to achieve over the
summer." Doug sighed. "I know he says she's a good lay, but he
knows he doesn't like her." He shook his head. "Would you do
that?"

     "Sleep with someone I don't like?"

     "Yeah."

     "I've done it before."

     Doug looked me up and down, "Figures." I didn't like the way
he stepped closer to me then asked, "So how many people have you
not liked but fucked anyway?"

     "About four, but after I fuck you I guess it'll be five."

     "Who says I'd let you fuck me?"

     I leaned in close enough to whisper in his ear. "Why don't
we go back to my room and find out?" I was feeling horny and
though Doug wasn't the one I wanted, he was more than adequate to
fill in for David.

     Doug and I walked in silence. The chill in the night air
seemed to be asking me if I was sure about sleeping with Doug and
reminding me that I was about to do something I might regret. I
didn't care though.

     We walked in my room and I closed my door and locked it.
Doug was on me as soon as I turned around. He grabbed the back of
my head and pulled my hair then he planted a tender kiss on my
lips and backed away. I stepped towards him and he pushed me
against the door rather roughly. I opened my mouth to ask him
what the hell he was doing but he stuffed his tongue in my mouth
before I could finish the first word. I didn't return the kiss.
His hand reached between us and felt down my body until it found
my dick hanging in my left pant leg. He rubbed it, then blew air
in my mouth and stepped back.

     "Take off your shirt," he ordered. I did it and was rewarded
almost immediately with the sensations of Doug rubbing his tongue
over my right nipple. He licked it a few more times before he
dove in and sucked on it. I gasped when he came up to take a deep
breath and the saliva on my nipple gave me a cold chill, followed
by the warmth of his mouth as he engulfed it again. I moaned with
pleasure as he began to work up a good rhythm with his hand on my
hard dick.

     He kissed his way up my chest and to my neck, where he
sucked for a few minutes and then let his lips trail up my chin
and land on my lips. I opened my mouth and kissed him back, which
seemed to turn him on because he pressed in to me hard for a
moment then he took his hand off my dick and took off his shirt.
I stole a quick look at his body and swallowed hard when I saw
that his body was better than I originally thought. His stomach
looked sexy and taut.

     "Like what you see?" he asked.

     "Yeah."

     He reached out and touched my chest. "Good because I'm
loving what I see."

     He dropped to his knees in front of me and undid my belt
buckle with his teeth. Having his head so close to my boner had
me saying silent prayers that he would hurry up and use his mouth
for something else. He undid my button with his hands, but he
unzipped my pants with his teeth and he looked up at me the whole
time. The ball of nervous energy returned to my stomach and I put
my hand up to my mouth and licked my index finger.

     Doug's hands grabbed my waist and seductively slid down,
pulling my pants and boxers down as well. Once he had my pants
down to my ankles, his hands glided up my legs and then over my
ass and to my lower back, then back down to my ass. My dick was
almost poking him in the eye, but he just buried his nose in my
pubic hair and took a deep whiff then he kissed both of my
testicles and licked his way up my boner.

     He put his hand around my shaft and held on tightly. "What
do we have here?"

     I laughed nervously and he squeezed again and kissed the
head and opened his mouth. I watched as the head disappeared
between his lips. His eyes were still staring up at me and that
was kind of freaking me out, but not enough to stop him. He had
about half of me in his mouth when he started moving his tongue
around. I shuddered when he stopped swirling his tongue for a
moment and sucked really hard instead.

     He started bobbing his head up and down and taking more and
more of me each time until his lips were touching his hand that
was carefully milking the bottom. He abruptly stopped and let me
drop from his mouth. "You want to see a magic trick?"

     I nodded my head and he grabbed my dick and started going
down, inch by inch until all eight inches were in his mouth and
his lips were pressed against my pubes. The back of his throat
did this thing that sent a chill up my spine. I looked down at
him and seeing him like that, with my dick in his mouth and a
hint of a smile in his eyes as they looked up at me was one of
the sexiest things I had ever seen. The guys who had blown me
before were more focused on my dick than me, but I couldn't say
that about Doug. The way Doug kept making eye contact with me
suddenly went from freaking me out to adding another level of
intimacy. He reached up and played with my nipples. I grabbed the
back of his head and went at it, pumping in and out of his mouth
until I came down his throat a few minutes later.

     He pulled off of me and kissed the head of my dick then
ordered me to get on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and my
clothes as I walked over to the bed and lied down on my back.
Doug slipped off his flip flops and practically ripped off his
jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear so his dick flopped
against his stomach. Doug reached in his pant's pocket and pulled
out a condom.

     He came over to the bed and climbed on top of me with his
butt resting on my lower abs. "Please tell me you have lube." I
reached under my pillow and pulled out a tube. "So you were
expecting to get lucky tonight?"

     "Oh yeah." I had been planning on getting lucky with David,
but I wasn't going to say that and risk ruining the mood.

     "Planning on getting lucky with David, huh? Trust me he's
straight, but if it makes you feel better, I was planning on
getting lucky with him tonight too."

     "You were?"

     "No, we're well past that point in our relationship. I just
thought it would turn you on to think about it. Does it?"

     Any story with David in it turned me on. "Why don't you look
for yourself?"

     "If it's alright with you, I like to feel my way around."
Doug moved his hand behind his back and found my dick and
squeezed it. "I think I can ride to town on this," he commented.

     He grabbed the lube and started putting it on my right hand
then he took my middle finger and put it at the entrance of his
ass. I fingered him for a few minutes. He was pretty loose and I
wondered who he had been messing around with and I felt an
inkling of jealousy when I thought it might have been David who
had stretched Doug so thoroughly. After a few minutes, Doug put
the condom on my dick and started sitting down on it. He took it
slowly, like he'd done with the blowjob, until I was all the way
inside him. He contracted his insides and moved around in a way I
had never felt before, all while rocking back and forth on my
dick. He rode me to new levels of pleasure and then carefully
brought me back down.

     He kissed my neck then whispered in my ear, "You can't cum
yet."

     He moved off of me and told me to get on my knees and sit
back. When he finally got me in the right position, he turned his
back to me and spread his knees really far apart then he moved
back so he was over my legs. His hand aimed by dick for the place
where he wanted it and I held my breath as he sat down slowly. He
started bouncing up and down at a leisurely pace. I put my arms
around him and pulled him closer to me so I could nip at his neck
with my teeth and tongue. I let my left hand caress his chest and
abs as I started forcing him to pick up the pace.

     I thought I saw something move from the side of my eye so I
glanced over and caught our reflections in the mirror. Watching
Doug moving on top of me, made me want to fuck him harder. I
pushed him forward so he was on all fours and I grabbed his hips
and pounded his ass while he acted like a porn star. Doug started
jacking himself and his words became incoherent. He went from
"Fuck, oh fuck, oooh fuck" to "mmph, uh, uh, mmph, mmph, mmph."

     I didn't expect him to cum as hard as he did, but man did I
appreciate it. When he started cumming, his ass clamped down on
my dick like a cave in and forced me to cum too. When I was done
cumming, I rolled to the side and stretched out.

     I closed my eyes and exclaimed, "Oh, my fucking God!"

     Doug gave me a quick peck on my lips. "Fucking God is right.
Wow!" I felt him lay down next to me but I kept my eyes closed
and absorbed the freshness of the moment, and the distinct smell
of cum. When I finally opened my eyes, Doug was on his side, with
his head propped up and his eyes on me. "I take it you enjoyed
your first ride on the Douglas Express."

     "Oh yeah."

     "That's because I have a hot ass." He giggled.

     "You got an ass I'd like to fuck" I paused, "again."

     "No time like the present." He leaned in and kissed me but I
didn't have the strength to keep up with him so I gently pushed
him away.

     "I'm spent. You have to give me a minute to recuperate."

     He put his lips against my ear and said, "I have to warn
you, I'm even better the second time around."

     My body quivered. I reached for him and pulled him in to the
most sensual kiss my tongue was capable of delivering. For an
instant, I wanted to shove my tongue so deep in his mouth that it
got lost inside him but I settled for giving him some of my
saliva instead.

     We had sex once more that night. Doug was right; he was even
better the second time. The next morning, Doug got up, put on his
clothes, kissed me goodbye, and left. He wasn't even out the door
good before I started thinking of ways to get him alone again.

     I had dinner with David and Doug later that day. My eyes
still stared at David, but my mind was picturing Doug in various
positions on my bed. David talked us to death about his ex-
girlfriend. He was upset with himself for sleeping with her, but
I couldn't tell him it was a mistake because if he hadn't left
with her, I probably wouldn't have been with Doug. Doug, however,
had no problems telling David what an idiot he was to go back
down that road and even teased, "You had two hot guys ready and
willing to get you off but you left with a floozy. Were you
really that hard up for pussy?"

     David half laughed and said, "Yeah I was. You know I went
without it all summer." He shook his head. "I must have been
pretty damn desperate to leave with Alegra."

     "Or pretty damn drunk." Doug remarked.

     "Or both," I added.

     David laughed at himself. "Gentlemen, let this be a lesson
to you both: Don't lead with your penis because you may stick it
somewhere you regret."

     Doug couldn't resist. "Like in Alegra's mouth, between
Alegra's breasts, up Alegra's pussy, in Alegra's ass and then
finishing by shoving it down her throat?"

     I covered my ears and said, "Gay man over here. My ears
can't take that kind of language."

     Doug reached across the table and pulled one of my hands
away. "It's safe to listen. I'm done with the gory details."

     Over the next few months, the three of us became good
friends and Doug and I fooled around whenever we could but David
was still the one I wanted. I was so focused on getting David
that I didn't notice the small changes happening around me until
they gathered together and slapped me upside my head.

     I went to the gym with David and Doug one afternoon and
watched them play a game of pick up basketball. When they were
done, they both were sweaty but as they walked towards me, I
found myself staring at Doug and resisting the urge to run over
to him and lick the sweat from his body one tiny drop at a time.
I was so focused on Doug that I didn't notice when they stopped
in front of me, until Doug opened his mouth, "Why are you looking
at me like that?"

     "Like what?" I asked.

     "Like he's a bottle of cold water and you haven't had
anything to drink in a long time," David replied.

     "Was I really looking at him like that?"

     David gave me an `are you serious' look and said, "You've
been looking at him like that for a while, but if its any
consolation, he gives you that same dumb look whenever you guys
are talking. You two should just make it official already."

     "But"

     He lowered his voice some. "But nothing!" He held out his
hand and started counting off fingers, "You've been screwing
around for months, the sex is good, you're good friends, you're
both apparently over me and completely in to each other and might
I add, so obviously in love that sometimes its sickening to
watch," he looked at both of us, "why don't you two idiots just
call it what it is? Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go freshen
up for my lady."

     David walked away. Doug and I stared at each other then I
said, "So,"

     "So?"

     "So I only like straight guys."

     Doug shrugged his shoulders. "That works for me. I only like
gay guys who like straight guys."

     "But what if I start liking another gay guy, who's, I don't
know about your height, your weight, has your eyes, your lips,
and your insatiable appetite for sex and then that guy steals my
heart without me even knowing it?"

     "Well I'm sure if that ever happens, the guy will keep your
heart safe because you've probably had his heart from the moment
he saw you but he didn't have the guts to tell you."

     "He didn't have the guts to tell me what?"

     "That he's hopelessly in love with you. You big dummy."

     I pulled him to me and hugged him in front of anyone who
might be looking. "I love you, too," I whispered as I kissed him
tenderly on his lip. "Now let's get out of here so I can take you
back to my place and take advantage of you."

     Doug and I easily slipped in to a committed relationship. I
often teased him that he was lucky David didn't want me, but
whenever I looked in to Doug's eyes, I knew I was the lucky one.
Being with Doug made me feel like I had won a grand prize without
knowing my name was even in the drawing.

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