It was one of those beautiful spring days that we get in Austin, when the weather is just "drop dead perfect" before the heat of July and August make the afternoon a time for hunting some where that is air conditioned.
I smiled as I turned my black Chevy truck onto Congress Avenue and headed south away from the UT campus. I didn't have any major assignments or reading to do for the next few days. and I had a couple of days off from work at the restaurant, so this was the perfect time to get my trail bike out and hit the trials.
As I turned right on Riverside, and headed toward the MOPAC Freeway, I noticed the joggers and bikers that can usually be seen on the paths that wind their way around the lake. From their numbers I could see that a lot of people were enjoying the afternoon sun. Unfortunately, that meant the bike trails would be crowded and I frowned a little at the thought, but knew I would just have to make the best of it.
Soon, I was heading up the feeder and onto the MOPAC headed south toward Slaughter Lane and the apartment. For some reason the freeway also seemed crowded that afternoon, probably because I really wanted to get to the apartment in a hurry, I thought, and I mentally calmed myself down for the extra time I knew it was going to take me. I reached over and popped a CD into the truck stereo and began to relax a little to the sounds of the music.
My anxiety to get home was also aided by the fact that I was dying to check my e-mail to see if the last story I had submitted had been accepted. For several years I had been mulling stories around in my head about my teen years. Finally, over the last six months, I had gotten up enough courage, and enough free time, to sit down and begin to write about the events that had effected me so much sexually and emotionally.
Once I had decided to actually write them down, I decided to post the stories on several gay web sites, in hopes that it would help me develop the material for a book I was thinking about writing. Most of my stories had been accepted and many of the comments from readers had been positive. I was somewhat pleased because it had been a big step for me toward self-acceptance.
Coming to the realization that you are gay is not easy anywhere, much less so when you are young and growing up in a small town in Central Texas. The campus scene of the last couple of years, and the independence it had given me, had eventually made me secure enough to come out to my parents. That had been several summers ago and it had gone about as well as could be expected. They accepted it, but were damn sure not eager to tell everyone in town about it.
Since that time, my trips home had been more infrequent. I had kept in contact with my parents and my brother, but mostly I stayed in Austin, working my part time job, going to classes, making the bars, and easing into being "officially" gay.
After about a year of hopping around from bar to bar, and guy to guy, I had grown tired of it. I had had several long-term, if you want to call them long-term, relationships with a couple of guys, the most recent one with a cute Asian guy named Trin. It was a wonderful relationship but had broken up at the end of the previous summer when Trin had to move out to California to attend graduate school. We still wrote or e-mailed each other occasionally, but I had accepted the fact that the relationship was over when he began to write me about his new lover.
Among other things, the writing I had started doing had been good therapy for me. It had helped me keep my mind focused and off of Trin. In a sense it had made me more aware of how I really felt about my teen years and had enabled me to get in touch with and resolve some of my feelings.
However, none of those things were on my mind though as I headed South toward Slaughter Lane. Mostly I was thinking about the Marketing exam I had just taken and was wondering whether or not I had done well enough on it. Vaguely, I became aware of the fact that "You Are All the World To Me" was the track playing on the CD. Although it was an old and corny song it had been our song, Trin's song and my song.
Momentarily, a lonely and hollow feeling swept over me. I glanced over at the other side of the front seat, and noticing its emptiness, wished that Trin was sitting there like he had been many times before. That wasn't going to be, and I mentally scolded myself for wishing for the impossible.
I snapped back to reality when I noticed that the traffic up ahead seemed to have some to a dead stop. It was probably a wreck and I knew that it was probably going to make me even later getting back to my apartment. Aggravation out weighed infatuation and I forgot all about Trin, for the time being anyway.
Just as I had thought, it had been a small fender-bender, the type that slows everything of the fucking freeway down. By the time I finally got to the apartment I was almost 45 minutes behind the schedule I had set. I didn't even bother to check the mailbox and went directly upstairs.
Once inside, I went to the bedroom and cut on the computer, figuring I could change into my shorts and tank top while it was booting up. Hastily I stripped off my jeans, my shirt, and my tennis shoes, and put on my shorts, tanktop, and bike shoes. The computer had finished its routine by that time and I sat down and logged on under my screen name.
The familiar e-mail icon showed that I had mail and I opened up my mailbox to see who had written. Nothing special today it seemed. The usual come-ons to sex sites that I had learned to recognize by now. I began to delete them as I scrolled down the list. One e-mail did catch my eye though. The screen name looked legit enough and the subject (nice story) caught my interest. I clicked and opened up the e-mail.
"Wow guy, I really enjoyed your story. Wish I had been the one picking you up for the movie. If you ever want me to come down to Austin let me know. Take care man." Todd
That was all.
I knew which story he was talking about from his mention of the movie. It had been one of the hardest ones to write because it had been about the first guy I really fell in love with, at the ripe old age of thirteen I might add. I quickly typed a thank you.
Todd: Thanks for the note. I am glad you liked the story. You can find some of my others on the same site. Hope you enjoy them. If you are ever in Austin I guess it might be okay to get together. Take care.
Justin
I sent the e-mail, then began to delete the rest of the garbage that had been sent. That done, I headed for the door, picked my bike up out of the corner of the living room where I keep it, and headed for the parking lot and my truck.
Fifteen minutes later I was at the park on my bike heading out over the trail. It was still a gorgeous day and I rode until it was almost dark. I was one tired but happy guy by the time I got back to the apartment. It had been weeks since the weather had been good enough and it had been great to ride my bike again. I knew, from past experience, that I was going to be sore as hell the next morning, so once I got back to the apartment I stripped off my clothes and hit the shower as quickly as I could.
The warm water felt good on my body, as I worked up a soapy lather over the upper part of my body and then began to work on the lower part. I ran the soapy rag through my pubes, then up and down the shaft and around the head of my dick, then back to my pubic area, making sure that I cleaned the entire sweat residue off of the silver cock-ring which had been a present from Trin. I had not taken it off since he had given it to me.
I could feel my dick began to harden by the time I finished my groin area and worked the soapy rag toward the bottom part of my body. and scrubbed my legs, then my feet, then eventually worked the rag back up to the crack of my ass and cleaned there too. By that time, my dick was almost standing up to its full eight and one-fourth inches. I resisted the temptation to add more soap to the rag, wrap it around my dick, and jerk off. I had been doing too much of that lately and had promised myself I wasn't going to masturbate for awhile. So far, I had been able to keep from it for almost a month.
I increased the temperature of the water and took my time rinsing the lather off of my body. Once that was done, I got out of the shower and toweled myself off. My dick, now made fully hard by the sensations of the shower and the snugness of the cock ring, bobbed slightly from side to side as I headed for the kitchen and opened the fridge. I made a mental note that I was going to have to get my butt to the store soon. There was very little there.
Dinner that night consisted of what I laughingly refer to sometimes as Chateaux de TV Dinner and orange juice, the orange juice being my one attempt at something healthy I guess. I just hadn't had many urges to cook big meals since Trin had left so I had really sunken into the "what was quick and easy" to fix routine. I had lost weight in the process. All of my jeans and shorts were almost two sizes too large. I was just about back to the 29-inch waist I had when I graduated from high school.
I sat down and picked at the turkey and dressing dinner. The news, and everything else I flipped to, was a bore so I turned off the television, put the empty TV dinner tray into the garbage can, poured myself the last of the orange juice, and headed for the bedroom. Tonight would be as good as any to work on my story, I thought as I sat down in the chair and turned on the computer.
I inserted the disk with my latest story on it and scrolled through it to familiarize myself with what I had written. I stared at the screen and tried to take up where I had left off. Nothing came to me. I had hit a blank wall. I typed some words, but they were just words, no feeling, there was little connection with what had gone before. Fuck! I had writer's block, the dreaded enemy of anyone who tries to write. Nothing would come to me. I erased and re-typed the paragraph. It read like shit.
I closed the file and clicked on the Internet icon to sign on. I wasn't getting anywhere writing tonight, I thought, I might as well check out the chat rooms. It was something I didn't do very often.
Once I had signed on I immediately saw that I had e-mail. I clicked on the e- mail icon and looked at the list. Geez, more "fuck me" stuff, I thought as I looked at the list of about six e-mail items. At he very bottom, however, was one I recognized. It was from Todd. The subject line said, "cool." That was all. I clicked on the file and opened the e-mail.
Justin:
Would REALLY like to get together with you sometime. I am a college student here in Georgetown and I like your stories. I am not that far away. How about it?
Peace man,
Todd
Well, you couldn't get more direct than that. Georgetown was close, real close, to Austin. But, for all I knew, Todd could be some 65-year-old pervert who liked to rape and strangle guys. He wanted to play. Okay, I thought, I will play. I quickly sent an e-mail back:
Todd,
Sounds good man, but I have to know what you look like. Send me a pic. If I like it, we can talk, no pic no go.
Justin
Satisfied that I had called his bluff, I logged off, shut down the computer, and started to sort through some CD's to load into the changer. The phone rang.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hey Jus, its Gary. Me and some of the guys are going down to Sixth Street and make some bars. You wanna go?" the voice on the other end said.
"Yeah, guess so," I replied.
"Okay, be ready in thirty minutes. We'll come by and get you," Gary said.
Hurriedly I went to the closet to get a fresh pair of jeans and shirt, the thoughts of my writing and Todd way in the back of my mind. I hadn't gone out in quite awhile. For some reason it sounded good to me this time. I grabbed my wallet, and fake ID, which I knew I would need, and ran to the bathroom to brush my hair. Not bad, I thought as I looked in the mirror and ran the brush through my hair. The buzzed sides tended, somehow, to accent the longer blonde hair I had left on the top. The diamond stud I had in my left ear lobe sparkled quickly in the light as I turned my head to check out my hair. Picking up the bottle of Polo I made sure I gave myself a couple of extra squirts for long-term effect.
If nothing else, I thought, I might get some drinks out of some guys tonight and have a good time. Satisfied that I looked good, I headed out the front door of the apartment and down to the parking lot to wait for Gary and the guys.
Part Two
By the time Gary and the rest of us got to Sixth Street things were really hopping, for a Wednesday night anyway. I remember thinking that with spring break coming up in a week the mood to party must be hitting everyone really early. We dropped in and out of a couple of straight places then headed off of Sixth to the Trail Ride, our favorite gay bar. We could hear the Country Western music blaring inside as the bouncer guarding the entrance half- heartedly checked our ID's and let us in.
I hadn't been to the Trail Ride in almost six months and it was good to see the place hadn't changed much. Glancing over at the bar, I noticed that Darrell was still one of the bar tenders and headed over to get a beer, which is just about all I drink when I go out because it is cheap. Darrell noticed me and smiled and spoke over the drone of the music.
"Hey Justin, long time no see," he said and smiled again.
"Yeah, its been awhile," I replied.
"The usual?" he asked.
"Yeah, guess so," I replied.
He took a beer mug out of the cold-box and began to fill it up under the beer tap.
"So, you been staying away on purpose or just been busy?" he asked.
"Kind of both really," I replied.
He sat the beer down in front of me.
"It's on me," he said smiling.
"Thanks man, you don't have to do that," I said a bit embarrassed.
"Hey guy, no problemo. Been missing you and want to get you back as a regular customer," and he grinned as he said that.
Darrell was a cool guy and one good-looking dude as well. When he smiled it was always like the whole world was lighting up. He wore his hair, much like I do mine, almost buzzed on the sides and long on top. His eyes were the most electric blue of any guy I had ever seen. Although he worked out regularly he wasn't in to building muscle. He was just solid, and it showed the way his clothes fit him. I don't know any guy in the place; myself included, that wouldn't have liked to do him right there on the bar in front of God and everybody. Problem was, Darrell was straight. He had a wife, and a two-year old kid. At the ripe old age of 25 he was already a family man.
"Well, it took me awhile to feel like coming back," I said.
"Oh yeah, the thing with Trin huh?" he asked.
"Yeah, I was bummed out for awhile but I think I have it together now," I replied.
"Well, that's cool, you'll find a guy, back in a sec," he said as he headed down to get a drink order from one of the waiters.
I glanced around the room and noticed that Gary had already latched on to some guy named Harold or Harry or something the other. I recognized him from the last time I had been to the Trail Ride. He wasn't a bad looking guy, just old. Well, if you call 32 old. I took a sip of my beer and watched them talking and I grinned knowingly. He knew the dude was gonna be here tonight, I thought to myself. Well, that meant either Doug or Rick was going to be driving Gary's car and dropping me off at my apartment when we went home. As he always did, Gary would leave with the dude and spend the night.
"Hey you want another beer?"
Darrell's voice snapped me back to reality.
"Uh, yeah" I replied.
As I glanced around the bar I didn't see too many familiar faces at the tables or on the dance floor. I noticed that Rick and Doug were drawing some attention with their dancing. Those two could do the two-step and line dance better than any guys I had ever seen, as a matter of fact, they could dance better than almost anybody I had ever seen.
"Here you go," Darrell said as he set the beer down in front of me.
"Thanks," I said and took a sip and turned back around to check out the scene.
I stood there looking at the couples on the dance floor and my mind drifted back to the time I was standing at this same bar and Trin walked in with some friends of his. I had never even given a second thought to Asian guys. Somehow, though, his smile and his personality had just drawn me like a magnet.
"Hey pony boy, wanna dance?" a voice said as it broke through my thoughts.
"I don't dance," I said very curtly and turned around and looked in the direction of the voice.
Standing there, grinning from ear to ear, was Derrick. My stomach knotted up and my gut felt like it was turning to liquid. He had been the first guy I was steady with, if you can call almost six months steady, after I had gotten to Austin.
"Nice to see you Jus," he said.
I just stood there for a second looking at him. Those brown eyes of his had the same fire in them that had looked down inside me the first time I saw him. As I looked at him I noticed that his dark brown hair now was almost shoulder length. The smile was the same though. My reluctance to speak was both a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. I had dumped him for Trin, without much more than an "enjoyed it."
"Good to see you too Derrick," I said finally.
"Buy you another beer?" he asked.
"Sure," I said. There was a touch of embarrassment in my voice.
Derrick and I moved over to an empty table and he began to tell me about what had been going on in his life over the last year. School and his job was just about consuming all his time. He also told me that he had found a wonderful guy and he thought they were going to hit if off and that he hoped I had no hard feelings against him.
"Derrick, I replied, if anyone ought to be pissed its you. I'm sorry for being such and asshole," I felt better having spoken the truth.
"It's okay Jus, really," he said.
"We have to go where our heart takes us."
I felt better now that he had said that.
I bought the next round of beer and we talked for three or four more beers worth when Rick came up and informed me were gonna have to go. Derrick offered to give me a ride home but I turned it down. Best thing for me to do, after seeing him again, was get the hell away from him. I knew, deep down inside, there was something there and I didn't want to fuck things up for him or me. So, we said our good byes and I headed for home.
It was about 10:30 when Rick and Doug dropped me off at the apartment. I stripped down to my boxers and sat down and booted up the computer. Once on- line, I checked the e-mail. There was nothing there but Spam. I halfway smiled to myself because there was nothing there from Todd. Knew the fucker wouldn't respond, I thought.
I logged off and tried to work some on my story, but as before, nothing I wrote seemed right. Disgusted, I cut the computer off, loaded some CD's in the changer, and laid down on the bed to veg out on some music.
As I lay there half-listening, my mind drifted back to the bar and Derrick, then to the times we had made love. I could almost see, I could almost taste, that olive-skinned body of his. I thought of our first time and how hot that had been. I moaned. It was all so vivid to me.
As if it had a mind of its own, my dick had gotten rock hard. In spite of all I had promised myself, my right hand worked its way down and grabbed hold of it. Deep down inside I knew that I was going to violate the promise I had made to myself not to beat off. My dick twitched in my fingers as my hand reached it. I moaned from the sensation I felt as I wrapped my fingers around the head and the upper half of its shaft.
Letting go for a moment, I pulled open the drawer of the night stand and got out the jar of Albolene I kept there, something I had not been without since Derrick had turned me on to it almost two years ago. I dipped the fingers of my right hand in and got a glob and worked it all over the head and shaft of my dick.
I groaned loudly again as the long-absent sensations spread through my entire body. It had been so long. So very very long. I knew there was no way I was going to make it last like I wanted. Within a matter of a few minutes, even though I stroked lightly and slowly, I could feel my cum start to boil up from the root of my dick and travel upward. "Oh shit!" I screamed, the front part of my body heaving up and forward, in time with the cum traveling upward inside my dick.
At first I came in three great white ropes. The first landed on my chin and slid down onto my neck. The second splattered from my nipples down to my navel. The third went from my navel to my pubes. Smaller squirts continued to fall in drops on my stomach. Slowly, I continued to milk the head of my dick until there was nothing more than a few drops that would ooze out as I squeezed. I looked down toward my stomach and my pubes. I was a mess. It had been way too long.
Unsuccessfully, I tried to make it from the bed to the bathroom without dripping cum on the floor. After I showered, I got a wet rag and cleaned my mess off the carpet. I noticed that I had dripped a trail almost all the way from the bed to the bathroom.
Somewhat guiltily, I cleaned up the mess. I knew not only that I had broken the promise I had made to myself but that I would probably beat off several more times before I would finally be too exhausted to do it again and would fall asleep. In fact, I was already getting hard again.
It was after about the fifth time that I was so exhausted that I drifted off to sleep, too tired to even worry about cleaning myself up, I had lost interest in that by the third time and had just started using my cum for lube. The next morning, when I awoke, my stomach and pubes were caked with the evidence of the events from the night before.
Part Three
When I awoke the next morning I became immediately aware of three things. My dick was hard and I needed to pee, my dick was sore from the abuse it had taken the night before, and I looked filthy as shit with all the dried cum all over me. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, turned on the water in the shower, then went to the toilet and peed.
Once I got in the shower the hot water stimulated me and cleared the sleepiness from my head. I lathered the bath rag generously with soap and began to clean the evidence from the night before off my stomach and groin.
Well, so much for my vow not to masturbate, I thought to myself as worked the soapy rag over my pubes and scrubbed my dick. I had really blown it in big fashion. Don't know what I was supposed to be accomplishing by not beating off anyway, I mused to myself. I got out of the shower, toweled off by body and my hair, and headed for the bedroom to check the e-mail before getting something to eat.
Once I was logged on I clicked on the e-mail icon and there, at the top of the list was an e-mail from Todd. The rest of them looked like SPAM so I deleted them and opened the e-mail from Todd.
Justin:
I am attaching the pic that you wanted. I still want to get together with you. How about during spring break? I think we are off at the same time.
Todd
I looked at the bottom of the screen and noticed that the e-mail did have an attachment. I clicked on the download icon and waited while the file downloaded. In a matter of seconds the download was complete and the picture was centered on the screen. Unfortunately, I knew no more about Todd than I did before. The picture was a group picture of five guys at the beach, taken in front of volleyball net. One of the guys was holding volleyball. All of them where shirtless and shoeless and had on beach shorts. Which was Todd?
I looked the picture over carefully. Truthfully, every one of the guys looked good in their own right. I could have gone for any of them. One of the guys really looked good. He was taller than the other four and had on a yellow pair of beach shorts. His blonde hair was close cropped and his smile was not to be believed. My eyes scanned down to his stomach. He was ripped better than any of the others. I wondered, almost hoped, that that was Todd.
Well, there was nothing to do but e-mail him back.
Todd:
Got the picture. May have to work during the break but would like to meet. How about halfway? Meet me at the mall in Round Rock at 12:00 noon this Saturday. If it is okay let me know. I will be by the fountain with a blue cap on.
By the way, which one in the picture is you?
Justin
Once I had sent the e-mail, I logged off and went to the kitchen and poured me a bowl of cereal and milk and ate breakfast. I reminded myself again that I needed to get to the store. That was the last of the cereal and the last of the milk. Well, one good thing about it, all I had was two classes today and I would be out by one o'clock. I mentally made plans to go to the store on the way home from the campus.
Classes went well that day, and I was eager to get back to the apartment, so I made a hurried trip through the grocery store on the way home. Once I was at the apartment, I unpacked the stuff from he store and sat down at the computer to see if Todd had written me back.
Sure enough, once I had opened up the e-mail file I saw that he had written.
Justin:
Sure. Will be there at 12 on Saturday. Good way to start spring break. See you then. I have a paper due Friday so probably won't be on again. See you Saturday.
Todd (By the way I took the picture)
Geez!! He took the picture. How the fuck was I supposed to know what he looked like? Well, I had two choices. I could not show up, which I knew back in the back of my mind I would kick myself for if he was really cool, or I could go through the bit and be at the mall at the appointed time. I cut off the computer and wondered how I could be so fucking stupid.
Even though I had gone to the grocery store and stocked up on food, I had trouble sleeping that night, and the next. I kept checking the e-mails, but nothing from Todd. True to his word, there was nothing there from him. I tried to write some more on my story. Nothing came. I rode my bike for two hours; it was only momentary relief. Friday came and I ditched class and rode the bike trails for hours, only to get back to the apartment and be overwhelmed with the same anxiety that I felt with Todd's last e-mail. Friday evening came and I picked at the baked chicken I had fixed for dinner, and while watching "John Wayne Night" on television, got plastered on the two six packs of beer I had bought at the store.
I don't know when I had passed out into a deep sleep, but I awoke Saturday morning feeling like shit. The television, at that point, was grinding out its usual Saturday morning fare of cartoons. I had a very bad headache. I looked the clock and realized it was ten in the morning. There was too much sunlight coming into the living room for it to be otherwise. What was I going to do? It would take me over an hour to get to the mall in Round Rock.
Hurriedly, I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower. I took, what was probably for me, the fastest shower I had ever taken in my life. I toweled my hair and my body dry, put on some fresh jeans, a clean tee shirt, and my tennis shoes. Going back into the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and sprayed on some cologne. I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed out the door. That is when I remembered I had forgotten my cap. I grabbed the blue cap off of the counter in the kitchen and hurried out the door. In a very short time, I was in my black Chevy Z71 pickup headed up Interstate 35 to Round Rock.
Why the fuck are you doing this? I kept asking myself that question over and over as I drove North on the Interstate. It was 11:45 by the time I got to the mall. I parked the truck and did something I rarely ever did. I pulled out the pack of cigarettes from the door pocket and lit up one. I waited until I had finished it and started inside toward the mall.
Once inside, I quickly worked my way to the fountain, which was located in the middle of the mall commons area, and sat down on the brick circle surrounding it. My stomach felt awful. I was so fucking nervous I couldn't stand it. This guy could be anybody. I looked at my watch. Almost twelve.
I sat there watching guys go by. Families go by. Kids go by. I got more nervous with each passing minute. I looked at my watch. It was fifteen after twelve. Todd had not shown. I had been fucked by some practical joker. That was what I get for being so stupid, I thought.
"Hey guy, your name wouldn't be Justin would it?" a voice out of no where asked.
I turned my head to the right and looked up in the direction of the voice. My eyes could not believe what I saw.
Standing to the side of me, not a foot away, was probably one the most gorgeous hunks of man-flesh I had seen in my life. He was about six-foot tall, with dark brown hair and blue eyes that almost shot out electric bolts when they looked at you. Some where, deep down inside, I kept thinking this could not really be him. Nobody, especially me, could be that lucky. I found myself fumbling for words and wondering what he looked like under his jeans and tee shirt at the same time.
"Uh yeah," I managed to stammer out.
He held out his hand.
"I'm Todd," he said.
I held out my right hand and grabbed his to shake hands. Once he had my hand he pulled me up off the brick wall upon which I was sitting. My eyes were riveted on his as he did that.
"I have been dying to meet you man," he said.
"Yeah, same here," I replied meekly.
"You wanna go somewhere and get something to eat?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied in almost a whisper since I was still having a hard time getting my breath.
"What do you feel like eating?" Todd asked.
I wanted to say "you", but I thought better of it.
"I don't care, whatever you want," I replied.
"Well, there is a Luby's down the mall. Is that alright?" he asked.
"Cool with me," I said.
"Well lets do it man, I am kinda hungry," Todd said.
I was still in somewhat of a daze standing there talking to him. Hungry for food was not what I was hungry for at that moment. Although we were roughly the same height, Todd obviously worked out. His arms were much bigger than mine were and his shoulders were much broader. His hair was almost identical to mine though, buzzed on the sides and long on top. His chest and torso tapered down into his jeans. He had to have played football I thought.
"Hey man, you with me?"
Todd's voice snapped me back to reality.
"Uh yeah, lets do it," I replied.
We headed down the mall toward the cafeteria.
Internet Surprise 04
As we headed down the mall toward the cafeteria my stomach hurt. It had been so long since I had felt that way that I had forgotten what it was like to be around a guy that affected you so much that your stomach hurt. Not since Trin had I felt that way. We were about three doors down from the cafeteria when I finally said something.
"Uh, Todd. I really am not hungry right now." I said.
He turned and looked at me and smiled.
"Me either," he said and looked down into me with those eyes.
"Oh shit man, where are we gonna go?" I said helplessly.
"No problem guy," he said calmly. "I go where you lead."
"Todd my apartment is over and hour from here," I said.
"You lead, I follow, " he said.
I looked into those eyes of his and I knew he meant it. This couldn't be happening to me I kept thinking. Not with a dude like this.
"My truck is this way," I said as I turned to head back the way we came.
Todd followed me to the parking lot, I showed him where my truck was and I waited while he got his car, a bright red Trans Am, and drove it around where I was standing by my truck.
"Next stop my place, just follow me," I said.
"Lead on dude," he said with a smile.
I headed the truck out of the parking lot and down the interstate. My mind was flooded with all kinds of things on the way to my apartment. Why the fuck was I doing this? Why was I leading this guy, who I had never seen before in my life, to my apartment and the most secure place I had on earth? Deep down inside I knew the answer. I was just afraid, at that point, to admit it.
One hour and fifteen minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex and headed up to my apartment. All kinds of new things began to go through my mind and cause me to worry. Would he like my apartment? Would he like me? Was I letting myself in for nothing but heartache again? I inserted the key in the lock, unlocked the door, and we entered my apartment.
"Geez, nice digs," Todd said as he glanced around.
"Yeah, its home. Just don't pay any attention to the crap," I said as I picked up a dirty pair of socks and tee shirt off the floor.
"You want a beer or something?" I asked.
"I would like an or something," he said as he turned and locked the bolt on the apartment door, then looked at me and smiled.
I stood there frozen, as if my feet were glued to the floor and my entire body was unable to move. I looked into his eyes as he moved toward me.
"Todd I--," my words fell aside as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me toward him and rested his head on my shoulder. His cologne smelled wonderful. He began to nibble at my neck ever so slowly. Something like an electric current swept from my head down to my feet. Slowly, Todd began to pull my tee shirt free from the waist of my jeans and began to explore my stomach with his hands. He moved his lips toward mine and we kissed as his hands began to work their way over the nipples of my chest.
"Mmmnnppfff," was all I could say because my lips were covered with his.
Todd broke our kiss, and lifted my tee shirt up and off of me. He lowered his head back down and began to work on the nipples of my chest with his mouth and tongue. I shivered slightly as the sensations caused by his mouth went through my body. Todd began to work his mouth all over my stomach, then around my navel, which he explored with his tongue, then downward toward the waist of my jeans. My knees grew weak.
"Oh shit, oh fuck," I moaned.
Like some large snail, Todd's mouth began to work its way back and forth in the area where my bare flesh met the tops of my jeans. I groaned again and I felt his hand undo the button of my jeans. I trembled as I felt him lower my zipper and begin to slide my jeans downward over my hips. They fell loosely to the tops of my tennis shoes.
Todd continued to work his mouth on my stomach as he hooked his fingers into my boxers and pulled them downward. My dick, now rock hard, popped up against my belly as it was freed from any restraint. I groaned again, my head back and my eyes closed, as I felt the first touches of his tongue began to work its way around the head of my prick. I shivered again and gasped as I felt him began to lick at the slit. I yelped like a little kid, and my knees buckled, as Todd took the head of my dick into his mouth and then swallowed me down to my pubes in one smooth motion, never letting go as I collapsed upon the carpet.
Todd's hands began to roam again over my body as he sucked me. First my thighs, then my stomach, then my nipples, my armpits, every part of me he explored with his hands and fingers. Suddenly, he released my dick from his mouth and his hands stopped their exploration. I opened my eyes. Todd was sitting there looking at me and smiling.
"Glad to see you are not easily excitable," he said and laughed.
"Oh man," was all I could say as I looked at him and smiled.
Todd undid the laces of my tennis shoes and slid the off my feet. Then he took off my socks and slid my boxers and jeans off of me. I now lay there naked before him on the carpet.
"Geez you are cute," he said as he stood up and began to undress himself.
I watched as he pulled his tee shirt over his head. The muscles of his stomach stood out like ripples as he pulled the shirt over his head. I noticed that there was just a trace of light brown hair under his arms.
Todd then kicked off his tennis shoes and unbuttoned the fly to his jeans, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. His fingers tugged at the elastic of his white briefs, which did little to hide the fact that he had an erection, and he stepped out of those too. Naked, except for his socks, he stood and looked down at me, the prettiest uncut dick I had ever seen standing upward toward his groin. There was only a slight trace of pubic hair directly above the base of his dick.
"Well, this is me," he said and smiled.
Looking up at his naked body I felt like the wus of the world. In the dick department we were almost identical, I realized that right off. In everything else though, we were almost total opposites. His waist was tapered because that was the way the muscles had been worked and toned. My waist tapered because I was thin. His pubes were sparse because he had obviously shaped and kept them that way. Mine were sparse because of the Native-American blood in my veins. For the first time in my life I was looking at another guy naked who made me feel totally different, almost feminine.
"God you are beautiful," I said the words just blurting out of my mouth.
"No Justin, you are the one that is beautiful," he said as he moved back downward toward me and we embraced.
We began to explore every inch of each other with our hands and our mouths. There were groans and gasps from each of us as we began to revel in the wonder of each other's bodies. I tasted his nipples and his stomach as he had tasted mine. I took the head of his dick into my mouth and swallowed him whole as he had done me. On we went, exploring, discovering, and finding out the most sensitive areas of each other. I was in heaven, and what was even more wonderful, so was he.
Eventually, I broke away and got to my feet. I looked down at Todd and held out my hand. He grasped it and I helped him up. I led him to the bedroom. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him working my tongue into his mouth as I did so. We collapsed onto the bed my arms around Todd's neck and his pulling me tightly toward him. I could feel our hardness pressed tightly between us.
Once again, we started to explore each other. I was almost like a contest at first. Todd would do something to me; I would do something to him. It was almost as if each of us had something to prove to the other, although we really didn't. Soon, though, there was no more competition. We began lost in pleasure.
Side by side, our heads at opposite ends, we began to do a sixty-nine slowly and lovingly. My hands moved and grasped Todd's butt to pull more of him into my mouth. Todd did the same to me. Step by step, action by action, we matched each other's every move. We both began to groan at almost the same time. As Todd groaned, I was rewarded with a flow of pre-cum bigger than any so far. >From the feelings in my own groin I knew if wouldn't be long. I concentrated on holding back. I didn't want to cum. I wanted it to last. It was not to be.
Todd's hips began to hunch his dick into my mouth as I worked my mouth up and down the shaft. Almost in identical rhythm, Todd's mouth was working its way up and down the shaft of my dick. I could feel the cum began to rise up from my balls through my dick and climbing upward. Todd took me down to my pubes. As I came, I swallowed Todd's entire beautiful rod down my throat. Simultaneously, we poured our loads down each other's throats, both of us hunching our hips working our dick deeply down the throat of the other. We nuzzled and sucked each other for some time after we had long since shot our loads. It seemed that we both wanted to taste every drop of what we each had to offer.
Eventually, I released Todd's dick from my mouth, flipped around, and put my arms around him, my head resting on his shoulders. Todd's arms wrapped around me and held me close. Tears began to run down my cheeks. Todd noticed.
"Am I that bad?" he asked.
"No man, that's not it," I said.
" What is it then?" he asked.
I moved tighter into him. Wanting to be as close as I could.
"It's just that---" I couldn't say anymore. The words wouldn't come.
For a moment neither of us said anything. Then Todd spoke.
"It's someone else isn't it?" he asked.
I thought of Trin. I thought of how long it had been since I had felt this way with anyone. I was happy again, really happy, for the first time in along time. I began to sob.
"It's okay," he said and held me even tighter.
How could I tell him that this was the best moment in my life since Trin? How could I explain that for the first time in almost eight months I was with someone who made me feel really loved? How could I find the words to explain to Todd that I thought everything about him was so perfect? How could I tell him that I wanted to get to know everything about him? What could I say without scaring him off? I didn't have to.
"Justin, I think I am going to like you a lot," he said and hugged harder.
"I am not going to go away unless you want me too. When you want me too I will," he continued calmly.
I looked up at him. My eyes met his. He was so perfect, so very fucking perfect.
Three times that first afternoon we made love. Between those times we would explore each other's bodies. I would get excited because he was getting excited over mine. He would get excited because I was getting excited over his, our passion driven onward each time by the excitement of each other.
Eventually, I pulled Todd on top of me and encircled my arms around his neck, and raised my legs back toward my head. I looked deeply into his eyes as I pulled him closer. I gasped a little as I felt the head of his dick enter just inside me. What little pain there was was short-lived as his mouth met mine. Passion overwhelmed all as he slid into me. I groaned loudly once I felt his balls on my upturned ass. I had him totally and completely within me.
Soon, Todd set up a gentle fucking motion that had both of us going over the top in no time. I cried out and came all over my stomach as I felt his dick pulse within me and his cum fill my insides. He would do the same later as I mounted him from the rear and pulled those beautiful hips of his into my groin and unloaded into him. We made love again in the shower as we were cleaning up from making love. It was a wonderful first encounter for both of us.
Todd wound up spending that entire spring break with me and that was the beginning of our relationship. Todd transferred and is finishing his MBA while I am working on my BBA. We both share the cooking, the cleaning, and my apartment. He loves to go around the apartment naked just like I do. He loves to sixty-nine in time, just like I do, and he is probably the kindest most generous person I have ever known. He still works out with his weight training, I even work out with him some, and he rides the bike trails with me.
In the real close times, after we have made love, or we are doing something like watching television, I look over at him and wonder how I could be so lucky. There are many surprises these days on the Internet. For me though, there will never be an Internet surprise as good and wonderful as Todd.