From Part 5
At the same time, my phone dinged. There was a message from Todd. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just got hyped up because that was a really great fuck. Come back, please.”
I stared at the message. Then I blocked his number and drove back to the dorm.
I kept the note I had left in the room in case Todd had been a serial killer to remind me to be more careful about going out with guys that I did not know well; although, who really knows anyone? I was upset by the whole thing, yet I didn’t feel upset in the way I thought I should. I attributed that lack of feeling to the medication I was on. I’d read that one of the side effects was decreased libido, but I was horny as hell. I was looking at every guy I passed as a potential bed partner. My head was telling me to be careful; my dick kept saying, “What about that guy?”
Meanwhile, I was working almost too hard to keep my A average going. Sometimes I wondered why I was so driven by my grades. I already had a job, and I wasn’t going to get extra pay. The company was in a trust, and my family had run it or worked in it since its founding. I just wanted to go to work and enjoy my weekend with someone special. Maybe get a boat or an RV. I began to think about my grandparents’ place. I hadn’t been there since before the accident. I had wanted to see about fixing it up as a place to spend summers. That didn’t work out. I laughed. I got a few strange looks.
Deciding to head down for an early dinner and then push through the last of one of my projects, I walked into an almost deserted cafeteria. I was surprised to see turkey and dressing. I pulled out my phone to look at the date. October 30. I hadn’t gone into a time warp. I got the turkey with an extra helping of dressing and some gravy for it. There were also yams, so I had a few of those. I grabbed a glass and filled it with unsweet tea, and walked into the room.
A group of girls sat at a table in the middle, and a couple, or at least they appeared to be, sat at the far end. I opted for a side table on the opposite end. The turkey was good, juicy, and hot. The dressing was OK and made better with some gravy, and the tea was perfect.
Several guys came in; I didn’t know any of them. One of them, an average-looking guy who was taller than the rest glanced over at me. He smiled and nodded his head. I smiled back. A few minutes later, he came up to my table. “Mind if I join you?”
“Have a seat,” I said and took a sip of my tea.
“I’m Chad Lahr.”
“Nice to meet you. Jake Adams.”
“I haven’t seen you before.”
“Well, where have you been? I’ve been here for almost four years.” I smiled. “I don’t come down for lunch this early. I was thinking about getting an early start on a project that’s due in a couple of weeks.”
“Diligent.” He smiled and took a bite of his hamburger.
“So, what are you up to?”
“I always eat early. I have a six a.m. horticulture class, so I go to bed by ten-thirty. This is my second year here, but I’m a junior. Is this your last semester?”
“No. I’ve got one more left. I graduate in the spring.”
One of the guys in his group came up. “Hey, Chad, Tom wants to see that comedy movie about the two girls who get lost.” His friend looked over at me. “Are you that tennis guy who won that tournament last spring?”
“Yes. Jake Adams,” I said.
“Brent Johnson. Nice to meet you. Are you and Chad dating? Do you want to come to the movies with us?”
“No. Thank you though,” I nodded.
“You coming, Chad?”
“I don’t think so. Have fun.”
Brent walked off. I watched his cute ass as he went back with the others. My dick did not respond. I looked back at Chad. “So, you date guys, Chad.”
“Yes, Jake. I date guys. I was hoping that you dated them, too. I mean, when you smiled back at me when I came in, I thought, ‘There’s a cute guy with a nice smile; he’s probably straight, but why not give it a shot.”
I smiled a broad smile. “Give it your best shot. I haven’t been asked out in a while.”
Chad bit his lower lip and looked off to the side.
“Looking for cue cards?” I continued smiling.
“No, I’ve got this. Jake Adams, would you like to go out with me?”
“Yes, Chad Lahr. I would love to go out with you. Are you free tonight?”
“I thought you wanted to work on your project,” said Chad.
“I’m willing to postpone it. I don’t want to miss an opportunity to know you better.”
“Yeah?” His cheeks flushed a little, and he didn’t seem the type to blush. “What should we do?”
“I could beat you at a set of tennis. You could beat me at a round of putt-putt. We could take a walk around campus and swing on the swings across the street. We could go to the roof of the architecture building and watch the sunset. We could go to my room and play gin rummy.” I paused. “Are you going to just let me keep listing things, or are you going to throw in a suggestion?”
“I’d love to go for a walk and talk, and then watch the sun go down from the top of that building, and then go play some gin rummy.”
“I think we should get some pie to celebrate your making a wise decision,” I said, standing up.
“Let me go get it. Do you need something else?”
“Just the pie.”
On our walk, we meandered around the campus. Chad took some photos; he’d gone up to his room to get his camera. I gave him a brief history, a few relationships that never worked out and a buddy who just wanted sex. I spared him the details and told him I was looking for someone who might want to live in my small town and share my life.
He told me that he had a relationship with someone from high school that lasted into college, but the previous summer, they broke things off. “He had decided he wanted to live in New York City, and that’s just not for me. I’m not sure what I want, but I know it’s not that.”
The two of us ventured up to the room of the architecture building. We watched the sun go down. Chad took the opportunity for a few more pictures and even took some with me in them. Then, as the twilight began to stream across the sky, he put his arm around me.
“I like you, Jake. I think you’re a nice guy.” He moved in and kissed me gently. He smelled of cologne and fresh fabric. I kissed him back. The kiss was soft, but exciting. I felt his tongue brush across my lips. He ran his fingers through my hair.
I had never kissed a guy who was taller than me, and it was strange bending my head up at that angle, but it seemed to add a level of pleasure. I felt his hand move down to my lower back, and he pulled me closer. I felt an instant of lightheadedness before he brought one hand up and guided my head against his chest. His chin rested on the top of my head. A tingling sensation started in my groin. I pulled away from him and put his hand in mine.
“Why don’t we go back to the cafeteria for another glass of tea?”
“Alright.”
We walked back hand in hand except for the few times that he brought his camera up for a shot. We got our drinks and enjoyed them at a corner table before heading up to my room to play a card game.
“Gin,” he announced for the fifth time in a row.
“How are you doing that?” I threw my cards down in fake disgust.
“I didn’t have my looks to get me through life the way you do, so I had to learn a skill.”
“What are you talking about? You’ve got good looks,” I told him.
“Yeah? You’ve got perfect looks,” he retorted.
“Excuse me, but I’m just an ordinary-looking guy.”
Chad raised his eyebrows. “You’ve never been called hot?”
“Only by guys who want to get me into bed. I question the judgments of their dicks. Dicks only have one eye, and anyone willing looks hot to them.”
“It’s not my dick that says you’re hot; I do.”
I shook my head. “OK. Let’s do this. Hairy or smooth, which is your preference?”
“What are you?” he asked me and reached for my shirt.
“No,” I pushed his hand away. “Tell me first.”
“Hairy. Hairy chests are fucking awesome.”
“I like smooth ones. What are you?” I asked.
“Smooth. Completely smooth. Not a hair on my chest or abs. I barely have any pubic hair. Just this tiny bush.”
“No that’s fucking hot,” I said. “What about your balls?”
“Hairless sack.”
“I’m going to love that,” I told him.
“Who says I’m letting you near my ball sack?”
I smiled. “You will. Not today, it’s our first date, but maybe tomorrow or the next day.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Chad restacked the cards.
“I knew the moment you held me on that rooftop that we’d end up in bed at some point.”
“You knew?” he asked. “How?”
“The way you held me; the way you kissed me.”
Chad looked at me intently.
“I’d kiss you now, but I think you should go.”
“You want me to leave?” He sounded hurt.
I stood up. “I want you to meet me for dinner tomorrow. We’ll come up here afterward and talk. It’s Friday, so we can talk for as long as we want.”
He got on his knees and touched my crotch with his hand. “What if I don’t want to talk?”
“Come up here and kiss me good-night.”
Chad got to his feet. He kissed my forehead. “That’s all you get for kicking me out.”
“I can live with that. I hope you can.” I pushed him toward the door. When I closed the door behind him, I found myself smiling. I was going to do it right this time. I opened up my computer and read the assignment. ‘Concentrate,’ I told myself. ‘The more work I get done now, the more time for the play I’ll have later.’
Things seemed strange the next day. I’d forgotten it was Halloween, and too many students were dressed up. My classes were not as demanding; I was able to think more clearly; my reasoning was more precise. The morning flew by, and during lunch, I scanned the cafeteria for Chad. I didn’t see him, not that I expected to, and I decided to take an afternoon nap.
As I walked by a table on my way out, I heard a guy saying to another, “I can’t figure out why it’s not working. I’m sending the variable to the function but it’s not changing.”
“I made it a global variable,” said the other student.
“I didn’t think we were allowed to do that.”
I stepped over to them. “Excuse me. Remember when you pass an argument in a function, it can either be by value or by reference. If your variable is not getting changed in the calling function, you’ve probably passed it by value.”
“Shit,” said the first guy. “That’s right. He just talked about that last week. I was completely confused by it. How did he tell us to do it?”
“Man, I don’t remember. Fuck, I’m going to have to redo this,” said the second guy.
“What language are you using?”
“C#.”
“Use the ‘ref’ keyword,” I said.
“How do I do that?” said the second guy.
“Look it up, you’ll remember it for next time,” I said as I turned and went to my room.
Chad was sitting on the floor next to my door. He looked up at me. “I brought my French homework with me.”
I shook my head. “I thought we were meeting for dinner.”
“I never know if people mean ‘lunch’ when they say ‘dinner’ or do they mean ‘supper.’” Chad smiled.
“Lying to me is not a good way to start a relationship,” I said flatly.
“OK. I didn’t want to wait.”
“That’s better. However, I’ve made plans for the afternoon,” I told him.
His smile disappeared. “Oh.”
“I’m going to take a nap.”
Chad looked confused.
“I supposed I could let you join me.”
“You want me to take a nap with you?” asked Chad.
“No. That’s not what I said. I said I’d allow you to take one with me. Do you wish to join me?”
“I need to think about it,” he quipped.
“I nap in the nude,” I said as I unlocked the door.
“In that case.” He stood up and followed me in.
“I take it that you missed me,” I said.
He smiled. “A little.”
I looked for you at lunch,” I told him.
“Yeah? You did?” he asked.
“Yep. I’ve never done that before.”
Chad looked at me and shook his head. “That's because you didn’t know me before yesterday.”
I started to laugh.
“You’re pulling my leg.”
I walked next to him and rubbed his crotch with my palm. “Not yet.”
I’m not sure exactly what happened next. He had pulled my head up to his to kiss me and suddenly we were naked under the covers. I was on my back with my head on my pillow, and his head was on my chest. He was tucked under my right arm, and his right index finger was circling my nipple.
“Your chest is so sexy, he muttered. Chad’s right leg was between my legs and I felt his hardness push against my upper leg. “I know you said you don’t want things to go too fast,” he added, “and this is really nice, but is it OK if I do more.”
I kissed the top of his head. “I’ll stop you if you do something I don’t like.”
He stretched his head up and looked at me.
“Of course, we’re supposed to be taking a nap,” I reminded him.
“Yeah? Well, fuck that.” He slid down, kissing each nipple before kissing me down my treasure trail. He reached my semi-hard cock and began to kiss it as well. I felt myself swell as he put me in his mouth. Chad made a humming-like sound as he moved his lips up and down my shaft. His tongue applied the right amount of pressure to the underside of my dick. The guy knew what he was doing.
“Oh, Chad baby, you’re an expert, aren’t you?” I’m not sure what he mumbled back since he was now swallowing my entire erection. I felt the head of my penis pop into his throat. I fought the urge to grab his head and just start skull-fucking him. I wanted to enjoy his technique.
He grabbed my balls with one hand and massaged a nipple with the other. He never missed a beat stroking me with his mouth. I felt the urge building deep inside me. ‘Relax,’ I told myself, but I didn’t listen. I pounded my fists against the mattress and then grabbed the sheets. With a pivot up of my hips, I unloaded my seed into his mouth and throat.
Chad grabbed my ass with his hands and shoved his nose into my bush. I could feel his throat swallowing. He slowly pulled away, but he maintained suction. When he released my dick, he looked up at me and smiled. “Wow,” was all he said.
“I think it’s your turn now,” I grinned.
“Not yet. I’m ready for my nap.” He snuggled into my armpit again, and with his head on my chest, he was asleep in less than two minutes. I felt myself drifting as well. I noticed how his chest would press against mine and then pull back.
I was surprised at how much I already liked him. At least he didn’t seem crazy. I was reminded of how I held Cam the last time I was with him. I felt tears forming. I closed my eyes and listened to Chad’s breathing.
Is Chad the one that Jake has been waiting for? Will memories of Cam come between them?
