I woke late the next day.
Sleep had come hard, but I had slept far deeper
than usual. I woke to find myself alone in bed. My
clock's LED read
bright red numerals. As I rolled on my back and stared
at the ceiling, my
heart began to sink. I
feared that my outburst had been too much, and
had fled with the
morning.
As I lied in my
purgatory, I suddenly heard metal banging and leapt to see
what was going on. In the
kitchen, I saw a half-naked
pots and pans.
"What are you
looking for?" I asked.
head on the bottom of the counter and landed on his
butt. I couldn't help but
laugh.
"Martha, what the
hell are you looking for?" I asked, chuckling.
began laughing at himself as he got to his feet. I
can't tell you how
incredibly sexy
A&F cap perched
backwards on his head and his tanned chest bare all the way
down to the boxers he'd
slipped on. This is what I was supposed to wake up to
every morning.
"I was gonna make you some breakfast, but I couldn't find the
coffee pot and
you don't have any
eggs," he said, rubbing his head.
"How about I take
you out for breakfast?" I asked.
safer bet. But I owe you a breakfast, so it's my
treat."
I went up and hugged
you're still in school. And besides, you're my guest.
When I come to visit
you, you can be the
benefactor."
the shower. As I closed the bathroom door he yelled
out, "And don't take
goddamned all morning.
I'm hungry. No one cares if you have every hair
perfect!"
I opened the door just
far enough to stick my hand out and offer him a middle
finger.
11:30. We were seated at
Denny's, waiting for our order. I had done the rapid
running-late routine and forgone the shave, worn
shirt, shorts and my red Abercrombie cap, which was
almost identical to
"Next time, could
you try NOT to dress like me? I mean..."
queasy face as he pointed to our red A&F cap.
"I can't help it if
you dress like a fag!" I said dryly.
Suddenly
"I think I've come up
with important insight about you," he said with
menace. "The reason
you were tortured in school wasn't because you were gay,
it was because of your fuckin' mouth!"
I met his gaze evenly as
I replied, "It is one and the same thing, mi amore."
those idiots figured out how to keep your fuckin' mouth occupied."
"Problem was, after
5 or six times they'd start whining," my voice rising to
falsetto, "Oh no,
please no more. I'm only..."
Before I could finish
stuck to my shirt. He laughed like he was sitting
through a Jim Carrey
concert. I removed the
English muffin with a disgruntled look and dropped it
unceremoniously as I
said, "OK, enough fun and games. We were gonna
have a
talk today."
side to side, as though what I had just said would
spill all his secrets.
"OK, OK. But not
here, dude. Let's go back to your place."
We ate breakfast and
talked about music and other safe topics for 45 minutes,
then returned to my
apartment.
I made coffee back at my
place and put on some new age stuff I kept from an
old roommate of mine. It made
decent background music. Then I plopped down in
a bean-bag chair and
faced my Seraphim, who was sitting on my couch pensively
cradling his cup.
"I don't wanna get too heavy now,"
well, the whole Glen thing totally freaked me out last
night. I'm still
freaking over it even
though I believe what you said about him keeping it a
secret. I'm sorry for
what I said about you not understanding, though."
"
would know he was being open and friendly to gays. He
was terrified that
Jennifer was gonna come out and find us."
"Ya know, he used to
be pretty cool until that bitch got a hold of him. I'm
glad he isn't totally brainwashed,"
Things were quiet for a
few minutes as we sat there thinking and sipping our
coffee. Finally, I said,
"Austin, what about us? Where do I stand with you?
Am I more than just some
kinky trick for you?"
A sad shadow was cast
across
spoke softly, "I don't know what you are Alex.
I-I-I mean I'm straight, I have
a girlfriend and I really
care about her. I don't know. Maybe I even love her.
But," he looked up
at me with a weak pained smile, "I can't stop thinking
about you, dude. I've
even had dreams about you. I've hardly ever had a dream
about any
girlfriends."
He paused just staring at
me. I could see the cells in his head almost smoking
from working so hard.
"When I thought I'd hurt
you this weekend I totally panicked," he
continued. "I
cancelled a date with Phoebe, told the frat I wouldn't be there
for the seniors'
ceremony. I even rescheduled an appointment with a professor.
I had to see you!"
I was trying very hard
not to get all emotional, but this guy seemed to know
ways around all of my
defenses. As he spoke, tears welled up in my eyes.
"But
What do I call you? Will
you freak out every time someone sees us touch? Is
whatever it is we're
doing ever going to be something that we can tell people
about?"
I feared his answer. It
didn't come for a long time. I had forced questions on
him that he wasn't ready
to face. He stood up and went over to stare at my
fish tank, the various
peacock cichlids rising to greet him as he neared the
tank. I couldn't decide
if it were an omen that they trusted him or just a
demonstration of their
opportunistic nature.
he came over and sat on the chair next to my bean
bag. I turned to face him.
"I'm going to put
part of this choice on what to do in your hands," he
said. "I can't
decide for both of us what to do. It isn't fair, and I'm
terrified that I'll make
the wrong choice. You're older and hopefully wiser."
I grunted and made a weak
attempt at a smile as he continued.
"I can't have our
relationship get back to my team. That is an absolute. Not
while I'm still in school.
But, summer is almost here and next year is my
senior year."
I hung my head in defeat.
"You have no clue
how much I've fallen for you, Austin. But I can't wait 14
months for a guy who
isn't even sure he wants to have a relationship," I said
sadly. "You're
amazing. You really are. I'm not sure I've ever been with a guy
who makes me so crazy the
way you do. But what happens to me when you decide
you want to go back to
'what's her name?' "
toward his.
"I wouldn't be here
putting us through this shit if I didn't want to be with
you," he said.
"Christ, if you were a girl I'd have fuckin'
dropped out of
school and followed you
anywhere."
"If you asked me to,
I'd do that for you," I offered weakly. Not
comprehending, he just
looked at me quizzically.
"Do what?" he
asked.
"I would become a
girl for you. I'd..." I stopped, realizing how pathetic it
sounded. I found myself
blushing deeply as I turned my face away wishing I
hadn't said that.
"I'm no expert on
this, but on Jerry Springer they said that guys who do that
shit have to go through
years of therapy and take shots for years. And the
dudes claim they always wanted
to be chicks. You just don't strike me that
way. You're just a dude
who likes dudes."
Then he grinned and
added, "Besides, if you got PMS you'd be un-fuckin'-
bearable!"
We both grinned. Then I
asked him, "So what you're telling me is that you
really want me to wait a
whole year?"
"No, what I'm
thinking is that, if it's all right with you of course, we'd
just keep it low-key.
Sort of like it is now. I'll be back for the summer, and
we'll get to see a lot more of each other,"
though my hair.
"OK, but what am I?
A boyfriend? A lover? A fuck buddy? Your mistress? The
other woman?"
"Dude, I don't know
if there is a term,"
I nodded my head slowly
and said, "Fucked. Screwed. Pathetic. Miserable."
I looked up as I was
saying this.
and lifted me off the floor.
"Fucked and screwed?
One day, probably. Pathetic? No. Miserable?"
pulled me into a huge hug
and kissed the top of my head. "I don't want you to
be miserable, hurt or
sad, dude. If I'm hurting you, I'll just end it now."
I threw my arms around
his legs and held him tightly. "No. I-I-I'll manage," I
whispered with my face
pressed against his chest.
looked in each other's eyes. His were so deep and
impossibly blue I felt
dizzy. Seconds later, I
was pulled to his lips and my head spun even further
as me kissed and his
tongue probed my mouth. My feet dangled off the floor
until my mind finally
responded and my legs rose up to clamp around his waist.
"I don't want you to
manage. I want us to be patient and I want you to be
happy,"
I nodded and leaned into
him. I let myself melt into his muscular baseball-
built arms and shoulders.
"There's another
thing I want you to know Alex,"
ears. I looked up to his eyes as his mouth moved
against my face. "Girls don't
get
"I like your
shadow!" I protested, leaning in to let his chin rub against my
cheek. "I thought
you were sexy as hell this morning with a little day-after
growth."
I smiled wickedly and
curled my toes as I nuzzled against him.
"I was talking about
yours, doofus!"
my chin.
"You're the one who
made me get ready so quick," I said as a defensive apology.
"Still took you 20
minutes longer than it would take me," he grinned.
I pinched my nose closed
and said, "Yeah, I didn't want to say anything. And
besides, at least I'm
wearing clean clothes."
Austin stared at me a
second, then dug his hands in the back of my shorts and
grabbed the waistband of the jock he'd made me wear.
"Uh huh. So what's
with this fucking stank things then?" he asked smugly.
"You're a freakin' brat, you know that?!?" I asked flatly while
trying to
suppress a grin.
"Mmm
hmm. Ya know else I am?" he asked emphatically.
As I opened my mouth to
tell him, he suddenly raised his arm and shoved his
armpit in my face.
"I'm a stinky brat!"
I flailed and writhed and
tried to force myself out of his grip, all to no
avail. My Seraphim was
one twisted fucking angel.
Finally, I moved my head
a little and chomped down on his prickly nipple. I
took his brown bud in my
teeth and bit with some pressure. Far from the
screaming and pain I'd
thought he'd react with, he clamped his hand behind my
head and moaned as he
pulled me against him.
I was afraid I'd bite the
damned thing off, but the only thing getting off was
him. This was an
important fact to know. Just as tickling makes me forget
everything else,
apparently nipple torture did the same for him. I filed this
under "very
important facts" in my head.
After a couple of
minutes, I lifted my face to look at his. His moans died
when I released his very
red, very wet and very swollen nipple.
When I raised my head, we
looked at each other for a few seconds. Then,
without a word, he let go
of me so he could pull off his tank top.
"Get in the shower,
bitch!" Austin growled, holding my gaze. I slid down his
torso and stripped as I walked to the bathroom. Austin
followed, shucking his
clothing.
Let me tell you
something. Very few things in the world are better then
sharing a long leisurely
shower with a loved one. It's a sensual panacea for
all that the world can
throw at you. Kissing and shampooing each other's heads
while rubbing hard-ons together. Only one thing would have made it perfect for
me, but he wasn't ready for
that just yet.
After most of the
washing, Austin got a gleam in his eyes and told me he
wanted to shave my ass and pubes. I hesitated at first.
I knew guys did it.
Michael even did it. But
this was a little too crazy for me. But let's face
it. We both knew he could
damned well do anything he wanted to. My weak
protests only gave it a
more exciting edge for him. I wondered briefly how
different the army would
be if the drill instructors used his methods.
Austin jumped out of the
shower and came back with a pair of scissors to trim
my pubic hair, the hair in my ass crack and the hair
under my arms. He then
had me step out of the
water while he rubbed shaving cream into my armpits. He
held my arm up against the
wall and began dragging the razor across my tender
pits. He talked gently to
me, telling me how cool I'd feel and how hot I'd
look. As he moved down he
kneeled in front of me and came face to face with my
erection.
"Is that really
necessary?" Austin asked as he looked up at me.
"You caused it, you
do something about it," I responded as I thrust my hips
towards his face.
Austin looked queasy for
a moment, then got a devilish grin and grabbed my
cock and pulled it toward him. I was amazed and
couldn't believe he was going
to give me head. Instead,
he held my cock up against his 5 o'clock five shadow
and announced, "Keep it up, and I will give you
the worst case of razor burn
you've ever had."
"So why don't you
just use your chin to clean my pubes then? I'd certainly
like it better then
having you hack away with a dull razor!" I quipped.
So Austin proceeded to
rub his day-old whiskers all through my pubes. Rather
than taking my skin off, it drove me crazy. I was
feebly trying to hold his
head as he drove me
insane with his stubble.
Then something happened
that I was totally unprepared for. He stuck out his
tongue and quickly ran it
up the bottom of my dick. I was so shocked and so
surprised that I lost my
balance and fell on top of him. We flailed for a few
seconds as our wet bodies
became smeared with shaving cream. Austin finally
got to his feet and stood up, holding my body against
his as he rose. After a
nice long kiss that made
my toes curl, he plugged the drain to capture some
water and then turned the
water off.
"Stand against the
wall so I can shave you," Austin rasped into my ears.
Then he pushed me gently
against the tiles. As he took the shaving cream and
shook it, he leaned over
and began kissing my ears and gently rubbing his
stubble up and down my
neck. I came all over the wall while he was smoothing
the foam over my crotch.
When I finally stopped cumming, Austin kissed me gently and said, "You are
one
easy bitch!"
"Get over
yourself," I said as my breathing started to ease.
I watched as he took my
razor; which he'd just replaced the blade in, and
brought it to gently
glide from my upper thigh across to my crotch and up to
my lower abdomen. It took
everything in its path and left a smooth track. A
few more careful strokes
and I was not only hard again, but I was very nearly
smooth down there.
When Austin grabbed my
balls, I almost lost another load, the feeling of that
blade over my nut sack was indescribable. Fear, agony
and erotic sensuality.
What a mind fuck! As a last
measure, he took my nearly invisible treasure
trail away. I was now
smoother than a baby's bottom.
I was truly amazed at how
forward Austin was being. I mean, he only licked me
once, but here he was holding my balls and using my
cock as a handle as he
shaved my privates. Yeah,
definitely not gay.
Austin moved me over to
the warm spray to rinse my white smeared crotch off. A
moment later, he told me to turn around and bend over.
As his hand rubbed up
and down my crack, my body
gave an involuntary shiver.
"You really dig that
huh?" he asked in honest consideration.
I was about to answer
when he discovered that by rubbing my rosebud, he could
make me shudder and
forget what I was saying.
"So if you freak out
like this from a little friction on the outside, what the
hell happens when a guy gets inside?" Austin
asked as he rubbed my hole with
his thumb.
I sucked in a deep
breath. "I know a way you can find out bro."
Austin was quiet for a
second, and then he stopped rubbing my ass and
said, "If and when that ever happens, it won't be
while you have all this hair
back there. So grab 'em and spread 'em, sweet
cheeks!"
It was clear that Austin
was having "thoughts" as well. I was so hard as the
razor rode down my ass that I nearly came again.
Instead, I just leaked precum onto the floor. It only took Austin a few
strokes to
clear my ass of the few
dark hairs that grew on my otherwise dirty blond
body.
After rinsing, Austin
kissed my right ass cheek and stood up.
>From behind, Austin
reached around and ran his hands from my erect nipples
down to graze my silky smooth crotch. He leaned into
me and wrapped around me
as he was running his big
hands over my body. He leaned down to nibble on my
ear and run his tongue
from my lobes halfway to my brain. I was moaning in a
language with no words,
only loud guttural vocals. At one point I realized
his very erect hard-on
was pressing teasingly against my ass, and whether he
knew it or not, his hips
were trying to do what he his brain kept denying.
"Now, isn't this a
better feel for you?" Austin breathed into my ear.
"Ummmmm
hmmmm," I mumbled incoherently.
A few minutes later, we
were lathering each other up and I slid my hand back
and tried to stick a soapy finger in Austin's
well-lathered ass. He bolted
upright, grabbed my arm and shouted, "No!" I
explained that I wanted to clean
him out good so I could
rim him, and I pointed out that he'd already been
doing it with much bigger
fingers. He leaned over slightly and let me clean
him as well as I could
have hoped.
A moment later, he leaned
over to grab the shaving cream again. "What are you
going to sh.?"
I didn't finish what I
was saying as he began to spread the cream over his
massive, tanned chest.
Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed the can
and said, "No!"
He looked at me puzzled,
"No what?"
"No, you have to
stop shaving your chest! Otherwise I'm gonna grow all
mine
back," I said into
his prickly chest.
"Two problems with that,
my hairless wonder, First off, Phoebe hates it. And
second, I kinda like shaving you and watching you squirm," he
said with a
mischievous smirk as he
reached out and pulled me to him.
I pulled away and looked
him in the eyes. I stopped and looked at our feet
for a second then met his
eyes again.
"A, no one has a
right to tell you how or what to do with your own body unless
you want them to." I
emphasized this by running my hands over my torso. "B,
you have asked me to put
my life on hold for a year, and I have asked for
nothing yet." He
stopped grinning and looked down at the floor. "C, I don't
want to be the kind of
guy who makes demands of a partner regardless of what
he calls himself," I
said with a smile.
"But this isn't a
decision that either Phoebe or I should be making, it's
yours and even if I would
prefer you with some hair in all the right places. I
won't think any different
of you one way or another no matter how you choose."
Austin reached out and
pulled me up to his chest and kissed me long and hard.
"Do you have any
fucking idea how amazingly cool you are Alex? Fuck, if all
gays are as cool as you I
can't believe more of us haven't switched sides. I
mean, all girlfriends do
is try and fuckin' change us, and it gets fuckin'
old!"
A second later, he was
kissing me with all his soul. His words may not have
been poetry, but he had a
language as beautiful as any I've ever listened to.
Before we left the
shower, I told him I needed to douche. He gave me a funny
look and stepped back. I told
him that guys did it too to keep their asses
clean. He stood and
watched as I took my bottle and cleaned myself out. He
just shook his head as we
walked to the bedroom, "I swear, you have as many
things you gotta do as a damned girl."
"Not everything, I
don't hafta put on makeup and shit." I said as
we walked
into my bedroom.
Austin suddenly stepped
in front of me and leaned over to kiss my lips
softly. Then he ran his fingers over my face as his eyes
wondered from pore
to pore.
"Nah, you're too beautiful
to cover up with that stuff. I-I know that guys in
the past have teased you for your looks, but
wow!" Austin's face went from
wonder to grinning as he held my blushing face.
"Your face is incredible. I'm
glad those other fags
never realized what a catch you are."
As meaningful as this
was, as tender as his touch was, as much love that was
in his eyes, I couldn't
let that comment go.
"Austin?" I
said tenderly.
"Yeah?"
"You know I am
deeply in love with you don't you?
"Yeah."
He grinned like a little
kid.
"Remember how much I
love you when I say this, OK?" I asked as he held my face.
"Yeah, shoot,"
he said with a hint of concern.
"I know you meant
well, and I believe that you care even more then you can
express. But if you ever
call me or another of my friends a fag again, I'm
gonna knee your balls so hard they have to remove me
surgically." I patted him
on the cheeks,
"Baby."
Austin kissed the top of
my head, told me he was sorry and we let the issue
drop.
In the room, we started
to get ready for the party. It was a little early, but
I told Austin that if we
got everything ready early, we'd be able to have a
little "play time."
As we got ready I thought
of something, "So Austin, you graduate in a year.
I'm waiting a whole year.
So what happens to Phoebe?"
He stopped cold, he
didn't move with his back to me.
"I . Don't
know," he stammered. "Maybe, maybe you two would learn to like
each other,
maybe..." his voice trailed off, shaking his head then turned to
look at me. "Maybe
I'm bisexual, huh?" he asked softly as he looked at my feet.
"Maybe," I
answered. "It's a year away. Do I have to have an answer for you
now?"
Austin asked, looking up
and catching me with those magical blue orbs.
"No, but you do need
to think about it. Three of us are depending on you for
an answer."
We finished laying out
the clothes I picked out. After that, each time I'd put
on a pair of underwear Austin would bounce over and
take them off me. When I
jumped at Austin to slide his boxers down, he stood
still and didn't react
like I thought he would. Instead, he bent over my desk
and parted his ass.
His message was clear and
I knelt to give him my best work. I dragged my
tongue up his hairy, but
clean, crack several times before going to work on
his rosebud. In seconds,
I had him moaning and cursing in a manner that
blended his words into a
long purring sound. My tongue was massaging parts of
him that were virginal to
things both male and female. The way his muscular
ass kept pushing itself
full upon my face, I had no doubt that he liked this
treatment.
A few minutes later, he
got up and told me he needed a drink. I told him I
did as well, to which he
laughed and said, "Yeah, I could tell. Your tongue
was getting a little
dry."
So I stood up and
announced, "Beer wench to the rescue!"
I got up and grabbed a
few from my fridge. When I returned, he was sprawled
like a sexy cat across my
bed. When he looked up and exploded in those
dimples, it took my
breath away. That old Berlin song never made sense to me
until that moment.
As I handed Austin his
beer, he took my free hand and pulled me down to him.
"So you know that
Kingsley scale you told me about? Where do you fall on
that spectrum?" Austin said as he wrapped himself
around me.
Then he took a long swig
and looked at me while I took my own quaff and got
comfortable.
"It's Kinsey hon, not Kingsley. And I'm a 6. No guessing there. What
about
you?"
"Well, I've been
reading about it on the Internet. Near as I can tell, I'm
probably a 1 or 2."
I had a serious look on
my face as I said, "Only till you're excited honey,
then you're at least a 4
or 5."
Austin looked confused,
like he was going to protest, till he saw my smirk as
I fondled his growing
cock. Then he swatted me lightly and groaned, "You're
such a fuckin' butt weasel!"
I giggled and squirmed as
he tickled me one handed so as not to spill his
beer. After a minute or
two, he stopped and as he stood up he upended his
beer.
"Be right back, butt
weasel. I need another beer."
Austin was gone for far
longer then it should have taken to get a single beer,
so I got up and followed him to the kitchen. When I
got there, I found him
finishing off a second
beer.
"What's with the
beer binge?" I asked.
any vodka or rum? Maybe some tequila?" he asked.
"Top cabinet over
the sink. Is something bothering you?" I asked, fearing he
might be disturbed
because I rimmed him.
"No, I-I-I just need
a drink. I won't get drunk. Not like before anyways."
which had almost reached my tongue, I only smiled and
said, "Good, cause we
got a few hours before
the party, and if you keep drinking like this..."
Despite his promise of
not getting drunk,
rather quickly. Then he came over and put his arm around
me.
"C'mon. Let's go
back to the bedroom," he said. As we were going through the
living room, he asked,
"So you ever make it with a frat boy before?"
"Honest? All of the
guys I've been with have been frat guys," I told him.
"You're
kidding?" he stopped and asked.
"You know what they say,
only difference between a frat boy and a gay boy is a
six pack. Or in your
case, two-and-a-half kegs." I spun around and quipped.
"I didn't want to
come off as easy," he smirked at me as he flung his arm over
my shoulders again.
I allowed myself be escorted
back to the bedroom. By the time we'd gotten
there, he was almost done
with his drink. I couldn't figure out what was going
through his head or
driving him to drink like this.
As soon as he'd set his
drink down,
passionate kiss. It wasn't a casual or soul-depth kiss. It
was very nearly a
frenzied, demonstrative
kiss. His large hands pawed at me and clung like he
was drowning. He laid me
down finally and knelt over my face, letting his
satiny balls rest on my
lips. I opened up and let my tongue reach out and
start caressing them. He
shuddered and softly moaned in response.
As one big hand caressed
my face, his other reached down and began pinching my
nipple. A few minutes
later, he shifted and let his rigid cock slip between my
lips. As I was sucking
his cock, he suddenly rolled off me and laid to my
side. I was shocked as he
took my steely cock in his hands and began jacking
me off.
Contentedly, I nursed his
cock like my life depended on it. But when I felt
his breath on my dick, I
nearly forgot what I was doing till a firm hand took
my head and guided my
lips up and down his choice cock.
my cock. I was shocked, surprised, and so unprepared
I almost bit down.
Fortunately for
excited by the prospects of getting attention from
someone other than myself
that it began to throb.
My ecstasy was short-lived as
nothing but my head in his mouth.
"It's OK,
Austin," I said after pulling off his cock. "It means an awful lot
that you tried. Don't
make yourself sick before the party."
With that, he pulled off
and I swallowed him once again and began worshiping
his taut cock. At least
now, I thought, I knew why he'd been drinking. He just
needed a little courage.
After grabbing his drink
and finishing it, I found my surprises were still
coming despite his gag
reflex.
"I wasn't sure if
I'd be able to do that or not. It's not like I can get any
practice at school. But,
well, I could practice one thing."
Before I could try and
figure out what he meant,
between my legs and spread them and pulled my knees into
his armpits. His face
was inches from my ass. I
pulled off his dick in surprise. Sure enough, his
tongue rode up my
hairless crack, and his fingers kneaded my ass and pulled my
cheeks apart.
"I've been
practicing this on Phoebe for a few weeks. It'll be even easier on
you cause I know you
clean it better then she does."
With that he stuck his
face in my hairless ass and began to rim me. It's hard
to say if he was any good
or not. It's like that old joke about blowjobs:
There are good BJs and bad BJs, but even the
worst is better than none.
I tried my best to
concentrate on Austin's cock, but it was fucking impossible
with his tongue buried half way up my ass. He really
did put all his effort
and skill into this, his
big muscular tongue assaulted my asshole and took no
prisoners. Finally, I
dove back down on his dripping cock and let him know how
much his efforts meant to
me. Now I really understood his drinking binge: He
did need some liquid
courage to get started.
Man, he sure didn't need
anything now. His big tongue was driving me insane!
After a few minutes, I
felt his muscles tense and I swallowed him deep to take
his load. He shoved his
tongue deep as he started cumming. When he was done,
he laid back for a
second. A moment later, I felt a long wet finger slide up
my ass. Did I mention how
big
his hands and fingers
were? His palms alone could cover almost my entire hand.
My next surprise was when
Austin maneuvered himself so that we were face to
face. Despite his having just shot a load down my
throat, he moved in for a
kiss with his finger
still gently fucking my ass. He was so buzzed that he'd
forgotten that fact. But
once we were kissing, he never tried to stop. So I
laid on top of him while
he slid another finger in my wet ass and kissed me
ardently. As two long,
virginal fingers finally found my prostrate, I suddenly
shot all over our
bellies.
I couldn't speak, and
even as I was cumming he kept gently finger-fucking
me.
Finally, I
clung to him and buried
my face in his shoulders
"So, I was all
right, huh?" Austin asked like a little kid fishing for a
compliment. It was so sweet, and I was so freaking surprised
by what he'd
done. All I could do was
hug him and laugh.
"Yeah baby. You're a
Starbar (*)!" I finally said still hugging him
tight.
"A Starbar, huh? Is that better then a Snickers?" he
rasped in my ear as he
ran his shadow-covered
chin across my lobes.
We kissed and made out
for a while longer. His two-day shadow was driving me
crazy. He rubbed it
across my nipples or up my neck, and once he ran it up and
own my ass crack. I
nearly shot again.
Finally he stopped and
said, "No offense dude, but if I don't wash this stuff
off me, I'm gonna heave."
With that, he leapt up
and I watched his world-class ass move towards my
bathroom. After stepping
in, he stopped and stuck his head back in my room
for a second and said
invitingly, "You could join me, if you want."
I flew out of bed and
into his opened arms in seconds. We both laughed as he
lifted me for a brief
kiss. Our shower was brief as we'd already showered and
shaved. Well, I was
shaved. He wasn't, which was fine by me.
I threw on a big T-shirt
to run out and make some supper as Austin started to
get dressed. I'd given him a new navy A&F muscle
tank I'd gotten on sale and
couldn't wait to see him
in it, but suggested he not put it on till we'd
finished eating.
Several times during
dinner and afterwards, Austin came up and grabbed my ass
and kneaded it. I moaned softly even when he grabbed
me and pulled me over his
knees for a slap on the
ass and a bit of finger play. My little voice was
telling me it wouldn't be long till Austin was ready for
full-contact fun.
As it was, he'd shocked
me totally already. How could he rim first but not
fuck? I was curious, but
really couldn't get concerned about it. Austin did do
all the other things I really enjoyed. How lucky was
I to have found a
straight guy who loved to
kiss and make out -- even with a gay guy?
We were cleaning off the
table. He was not only helping, he'd told me to sit
down and rest while he
did it. He didn't know where anything went, so I helped
him out.
The doorbell rang
suddenly and I asked Austin to get it while I threw some
pants on. As I dressed, I heard Austin's voice and another
male voice. When I
walked in the living room I was surprised to see Austin
talking amicably to
Glen. While Glen and I
had been friends, or at least acquaintances, for a
hile, neither of us had ever been to the other's
apartment before.
"Hi, Glen. What's
up?" I asked as I crossed over and shook hands with him.
He looked at me seriously
for a second then gave Austin a quick look before
staring at the floor.
"C'mon man, what's up?"Austin asked before joking, "Don't tell me
you're here
to yell at me again."
Glen grunted then looked
up at Austin, "You know me right? For what, like nine
years?"
Austin got serious and
nodded his head affirmatively. "Yeah, something like
that."
"You know me well
enough to know I would never tell anyone else's secret,
don't you?"
Glen said holding
Austin's eyes. Austin went suddenly pale, and I could see
him starting to tremble.
"Glen, please tell
me this is a sick joke," Austin whispered.
"Sorry dude. After
Alex left, Phil came over and asked me if you two had
finally stopped hiding
your affair. He said Audra had overheard you and me
arguing about Alex
earlier, and she'd run in to tell Cynthia. I told Phil that
he had to make sure no
one else said anything. I told him your career was at
stake. He tracked down
who had been told. I think we got everyone. Only a few
people were left by the
time Alex left. Maybe seven or eight people. But I
wanted to tell you before
you got there."
Austin was quiet for a
second then shot up and exploded, "Mother fucking
shit!!!!!!!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs
and slammed his fist at open
air.
"Goddamnit!
Might as well just video tape myself getting fucked and hand the
fucking tapes out before
goddamned practice!" he hollered at Glen.
Glen hung his head and
apologized several times, even though truthfully it
wasn't his fault. Austin
finally went to my room and slammed the door. Glen
started to go in there, but I stopped him and told him
I'd take of it when
Austin calmed down. Right
now, he was too volatile to listen to anybody.
Glen and I talked about
what had happened. I realized that even before Audra
had heard anything,
people had seen the way Austin and I were glancing at each
other and how I looked at
him when I was singing. How he made it too apparent
that he was avoiding me.
Everyone had been suspecting it since that first
party.
I thanked Glen and told
him that I would try to get Austin to go to the party,
but couldn't make any promises. Then I asked him to
have a long, long talk
with Audra, who was an
incurable gossip. If anyone could reach her ethical
center, it was Glen.
After Glen left I went to
bedroom door and knocked gently. "Austin? Can I
come in please?" I asked as passively as I could.
The door opened and I saw
his back as he walked to my window to look out at
the trees. When I walked
over and touched him, he didn't even move. But as I
stood beside him, I
looked up and saw silent tears rolling down his cheek.
Slowly, so as not to
spook him or draw an angry backlash, I put my arms around
him and drew him into a powerful
hug. He turned and faced me finally and
almost fell on me as he
began to cry louder. I held him for a long time,
patting his back and
reassuring him.
Finally he stopped and
stood up. He walked to my bathroom and got a wet
washcloth and wiped his face.
"What am I gonna do Alex? Do you know how many guys at the party have
brothers and sisters and
friends that go to UF? Or even FSU or UCF. Gossip
like this travels
quickly."
I didn't answer him at
first. I held up a finger while I went to my file
cabinet and dug around
for a second, finally finding I was looking for. I
handed some pictures to Austin. His face reacted with
shocked when he saw the
first picture, the body of a young guy who'd been
beaten to death with a
baseball bat. The other
pictures were of other guys, some from the military,
who'd been killed or
maimed as well.
When he looked up at me
he was aghast, "What the fuck?"
"Those are pictures
of guys who've been gay-bashed. The first guy I showed you
was on a weekend baseball trip in rural Alabama. When
the other guys found out
about him, that's what they did with baseball bats. It
was a few years ago.
The others were all
victims of gay bashings, two from last year. I used these
in college as a reminder
of what can happen. So we aren't going to say much of
anything to those people
at Phil's. I'm going to have copies of these for each
of them to take home as a
reminder of what can happen to their friends if the
urge to spread juicy
gossip overcomes common respect."
"Are these supposed
to make me feel better?" Austin asked with a horrible pall
over his face.
"No, baby. And I
would never have shown them to you except that I think your
friends need to have a
very serious reminder that not everyone is as tolerant
or accepting as our group
is. I don't want you to worry, but when I'm done
with them, they will all
know that outing you is tantamount to a death
sentence."
Austin handed me the
pictures and nodded the go-ahead. Then to prove that his
good nature was irrepressible, he leaned over with a
mischievous grin and
said, "Of couuuuurse, if we wanted to be totally sure, we could just
go over
and cap their damned
asses."
I laughed before adding,
"OK, but you're digging the damned hole to bury them
all."
We laughed for a few
seconds before I got a worried look on my face.
"Oh, and you have to
leave Dan alone," I stated emphatically.
"Why
Dan?" Austin asked
curiously.
"My god, Austin,
have you seen his face? His shoulders? The way he fills out
his surfing shorts? My
god, that boy has to be 10 inches soft! So.you
know...if you don't work
out I have another straight guy to seduce."
Austin didn't say a word
at first. He just looked at me dumbfounded. "Just
like that? After all I've done for you you'd replace
me with him?"
"No honey, you know
I love you more than pickled okra. But baby, if you leave
me I need someone
gorgeous and hung to take my mind off of you," I pleaded
through my grinning lips.
Austin's response was to
tickle me and call me "whore" over and over till I
was a laughing puddle on
the floor.
Finally he stopped and
said, "Just for that, I'm gonna tell your
boyfriend
Glen that the only guy
you wanted to save was Dan, not him after all the nice
things he'd done for
you."
I looked shocked for a second
and mouthed "oh, fuck!" before we both laughed
and he pulled me to the
bed to hold me and kiss me.
"Have I mentioned
that I really love you, Alex Johnson?" Austin purred in my
ear.
"No, actually you
haven't Austin Camble," I whispered in his ear.
Austin kissed my ear and
stuck his tongue it for a second before
adding, "Well, stop
thinking of Dan when I'm kissing you and maybe I will."
I just snuggled as close
as I could and whispered.
"Dan? Dan who?"
(*) A Starbar
is a British candy bar and the phrase, "You're a Starbar."
is a common one meaning "great" or that someone is special. Alex uses this expression because His real
life counterpart picked it up from a very sexy British boy.