Queer

Anthony Gary Anderson

It was late afternoon, the light coming into the room diminishing as Gary lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. He heard Wesley praying while kneeling by his bed. He glanced over seeing arms resting on the bed and head bent over. He couldn’t make out the words, but he knew what they would consist of. To be blessed, to be protected from the temptations all around them, then the begging for forgiveness, for what Gary wasn’t entirely sure. Neither Wesley nor he had done anything but what was expected of them for the weeks they had been on campus. They stayed in their room, avoided too much interaction with the other guys on the floor, attended their classes, and ate their meals in the cafeteria.

Wesley hadn’t said anything, but he hadn’t prayed in such a public manner for over a week. Gary knew he still clung to much of his beliefs, but there were some there seemed to be a struggle. Wesley would lay awake at night tossing and turning. Gary would listen to the restlessness, feeling his own that kept him awake too. He considered his doubts, the conflicting messaging of the church. God is merciful, but he will burn you forever if you sin or don’t worship right. Sex is evil except to procreate within a marriage. Women are to be submissive to their fathers then their husbands. Evolution is a devil’s lie, and gays and lesbians made a choice to be evil.

There was so much he tried to accept, but the latter two challenged everything he was taught to believe. He knew evolution was real, the only thing that made sense, and studying environmental science kept making him face that fact. His parents wanted him to attend the religious college in Virginia, practically demanded it until he finally convinced them to let him study a program not taught at that college, or at least not taught fully. Thus, he found himself at a college deemed too liberal with demands by his parents to keep himself separate. The irony was despite his desire not be so isolated from others, his appearance assured it. All he had was khaki and dress pants with shirts in various simple colors; blue, white, light grey, and light yellow. He had no jeans, no T-shirts with some graphics on the front, or short pants of any type. He was to be fully clothed, never exposing himself to others.

Glancing over at Wesley, he knew Wesley had it worse. He came from a poor family who could not afford to send him to the Bible college of their denomination. But Wesley had good grades and was able to get a scholarship within state, therefore his enrollment at the college. And Wesley was studying to be a Landscape Architect, something their Bible college didn’t offer. Wesley stood out more than he, with nothing in his wardrobe but cheap dress pants in brown, black, and dark blue with long-sleeved white dress shirts, some that didn’t fit his lean build very well. Gary knew Wesley struggled, not with his grades, but in the social aspects of college life. He knew there had been things said in the Architecture building. Wesley had made references to the liberal attitudes of most in his studio class.

Rolling to face the wall, Gary wondered if they really were so different from the others. He struggled with his own doubts, the pondering of things that were not as he had been taught. And he struggled with how he felt when around the others. He fantasized that he could eventually live the way he wanted, even if only for a semester or two. To just experience life in a manner that felt natural, despite all the rhetoric otherwise.

He wondered if Wesley ever felt that way.

Wesley Charles Vaughn

Climbing to his feet, he glanced over at Gary wondering if Gary was praying or sleeping. He eased down on his bed feeling just as confused and unsure of himself as he did before he prayed. He knew he was supposed to feel better, to have answers provided to his questions in some revelation, but so far, he only felt confused and doubtful.

Campus life had been intimidating, all the things his preacher and parents had warned him about proved to be all around him. Guys who drank, cussed, and wore revealing clothing. On the floor it was impossible. Guys running around in boxers or tight briefs, letting anyone who looked see their bare upper bodies and hints at what their cocks looked like. He had done as asked by his parents, kept himself dressed at all times, even in front of Wesley.

It was Gary who had become lax in his attire, at times going around in his boxers and a T-shirt in their room. Gary never went outside their room undressed, but within their room did it with more frequency, until it began to make him have those thoughts more often he tried desperately to suppress. He eased down on his bed and looked at Gary facing away from him. The T-shirt tight around the small frame, the boxers pinched between the ass cheeks, and the legs bare, revealing them to be hairy down the calves…and he imagined running his hands down one of them to feel those hairs tickle his palm.

No!

He had to stay devout, to keep to himself. But it grew increasingly harder as the weeks passed. He wanted to go for pizza with some of the guys on the floor. He wanted to go to the pool and swim even if it meant wearing swim trunks revealing his skinny body. He wanted to hang out with some of the others on the floor playing video games and listening to music he had never heard before.

He wanted to ask Jamie or Austin if they made a choice to develop a relationship. If they had sex to be deviants, or if it was truly an attraction to the other. He wanted to know. He wanted to know so much.

“Gary, are you asleep?”

“No.”

“It’s almost seven. Do you want to go eat dinner?”

“Can we go somewhere other than the cafeteria? I’ll pay.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“That pizza place the guys talk about.”

“The one on Second Street?”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“Okay. Get dressed and we’ll go.”

Wesley watched Gary roll to his back and for a few seconds stare up at the ceiling. A heavy sigh, then Gary rolled off the bed to his feet. For a second the T-shirt rode up revealing the stomach.

He tried not to stare but he watched Gary slip on khakis then a blue short-sleeved shirt, slowly buttoning the front. When Gary bent over for his sneakers, he also picked up Wesley’s dress shoes and came back to the small gap between their beds, holding the dress shoes out to him to put on.

Wesley was jealous that Gary had sneakers, for all he had were the brown and black dress shoes. He planned on saving enough money to get his own pair.

Shoes on, Wesley followed Gary out of their room and down the corridor. They were approaching Jamie and Austin’s room when the door swung open and the two of them came out. They didn’t notice Wesley or Gary, too caught up in their conversation. Wesley felt envious, how the two of them were laughing and joking around as they walked ahead toward the elevators. He slowed down, an unconscious response, fearing being near them.

“Come on Wesley, let’s catch the elevator before the doors close,” said Gary.

The doors started to slide together when Gary jammed his hand into the opening causing the doors to slide back.

“Hey,” said Gary to Jamie and Austin.

“Hey guys,” said Austin as Jamie nodded in acknowledgement.

“You guys going to dinner?”

“Yes. Are you guys going to eat too?”

“Yeah, we’re going to that pizza place everyone talks about.”

“Really?” said Jamie with a surprised expression, then he caught himself, blushing red. “I’m sorry, but you guys always go to the cafeteria.”

“True, but I’m sick of it.”

“Me too,” said Wesley, finally speaking up.

“You guys want to join us?” said Austin.

Jamie shot him a worried expression while Wesley and Gary looked up at Austin as if he were suddenly alien.

“What?” said Gary after a few seconds.

“We’re heading that way too.”

“You can say no,” said Jamie. “I know you guys don’t like us.”

There it was, the judgement Jamie and Austin knew they had made about them. Wesley didn’t know how to respond, for it seemed so wrong to deny a gesture to be friendly. But could he sit across from the two guys who were in a relationship. Could he avoid saying the wrong thing.

“No, I’d be happy to eat dinner with you,” said Gary. Then he turned to Wesley, looking for response.

An opportunity. A chance to defy expectations. Could he do it. He nodded his head.

“Yes, sure…if you’re not ashamed to be seen with me.”

It was Jamie that responded with an expression Wesley recognized. One that was surprised by his response, expecting one very different.

“What? Nah, come on guys, let’s not worry about appearances and we can leave our differences up in our rooms and just go enjoy some pizza,” said Austin.

Wesley smiled. He felt himself relax, instead of becoming anxious as he normally would do. He glanced over at Gary seeing the same expression.

 

The restaurant was small, tables packed close together, but they were lucky, timing their arrival just right to get a booth along the wall. Jamie, then Austin slid in on one side, and Wesley slid in next to Gary on the other. Wesley glanced around the room seeing four guys from their floor at a table at the back of the dining room. They were staring back, a surprised look on their faces, then they leaned in close talking quietly amongst themselves and Wesley wondered if it was about Gary and him being with Jamie and Austin. He had to admit there were no more polar opposites on the floor than the four of them.

“I don’t know anything about you guys,” said Austin. “Tell us about yourselves.”

“Huh,” said Wesley, then he felt his face flush hot, knowing how he sounded.

“Come on Wesley,” said Gary, as if they were to go on a journey instead of just talking about themselves.

“I’m from a rural area outside Enterprise and majoring in environmental sciences.”

“Hey, me too. I thought I saw you in one of my classes,” said Austin.

“What will you do with your degree?” said Jamie.

“A wildlife biologist.”

“That sounds interesting. Where do you see yourself after graduation?” said Austin.

“Out west,” Gary replied, admitting for the first time his desire to get away from the area, away from his family, and his religion.

“Really?” said Wesley.

Gary nodded.

“Hey guys, what can I get you to drink,” said the waitress that came up to their table.

“We’re ready to order,” said Austin. “You guys okay with pepperoni?”

“Yes,” said Wesley with Gary nodding yes.

“A large pepperoni, and I’ll have a soda. What do you guys want to drink?”

“Soda,” said Jamie.

“Sweat tea,” said Gary.

“I’ll just have water,” said Wesley.

The waitress went to put in their order and get their drinks. Jamie leaned forward looking at Wesley. “What about you?”

“I…huh…I’m from Grove Hill, in the western part of the state and…I have two older brothers, both going to the Bible college in Tennessee.”

“But you’re here, so what are you majoring in?” said Austin.

“Landscape architecture.”

“I heard any of the majors in Deacon Hall were tough. Late nights and weekends working on projects,” said Jamie.

“He is gone a lot,” said Gary.

“It’s not so bad. I enjoy studio,” said Wesley.

“Where do you see yourself after graduation?” said Austin.

“Anywhere but here,” Wesley whispered to himself, then he looked up and smiled, one that was obviously forced. “I really don’t know yet. I’ve just started, and four years seems a long way off.”

“I hear that,” said Jamie.

Anthony Gary Anderson

The elevator doors slid open, and Jamie and Austin stepped out followed by Gary and Wesley. Gary sees them hold hands as they move down the corridor and he slows, not surprised Wesley does the same. They follow Jamie and Austin, and Gary wonders what it is like to be so free and open.

Gary feels his frustration grow. He senses the separation that exists between Wesley and him and all the others on the floor. He knows what most of the others think, and in many ways it is true. He can’t help it. He judges others, sizes them up based on preconceptions drilled into him since joining the church. Jamie and Austin are choosing to be evil, sinful, having sex with each other and living as a couple. He knows the rationale the church utilizes, but as he watches them walk down the corridor, he doesn’t feel it, can’t bring himself to believe they are doing something so wrong.

Colton came out of one of the rooms backwards, as if pushed, then stood in the center of the corridor in nothing but tight briefs that bulged in the crotch. Gary wanted to think it obscene, but he stared at that bulge with what he knew could only be described as lust. He saw Wesley slow, falling behind, and he turned to see him staring at Colton too.

Was Wesley the same?

“Come on, let’s go play some games,” said Gary. He wanted to get into their room and get the door closed. He had been around enough guys for one day and was ready for the safety of being with Wesley in their room.

 

Over the next few days, Gary felt like a caged animal. He paced the floor of their dorm room, took long walks on campus, and showered two or three times a day, the best opportunity to jack off. He saw Colton jog away from the dorm when coming from class and knew that would be a good way to wear himself down. That evening he went out to one of the discount department stores and purchased running shorts and tees.

He came back, dropping the bag on his bed so he could rush to the bathroom. When he came out, Wesley was sitting on his bed looking at the bag and the running shorts that were sticking out.

“What are you going to do with those?” said Wesley.

“Jog. I’ve got to do something for I feel cooped up.”

“Do your parents know you have those?”

“No, and I’m not going to tell them. They don’t need to know. Wesley, I can’t jog in khaki pants, now, can I?”

“No, I guess not.”

Gary dumped the garments out of the bag, three pairs of shorts and three running tees. They were red, blue, and black and when Gary held up a pair of shorts, they saw the legs stopped mid-thigh.

“They’re not that short,” said Gary.

“I guess not.”

“You want to go with me?”

“Jogging?”

“Yes.”

“No…I don’t think so.”

 

The next afternoon, as soon as he got back from his last class, Gary changed, slipping on the black shorts and black tee. The fabric was soft against his skin and the shorts made him feel exposed, but in a good way. He slipped on socks and his sneakers and headed out.

He passed some of the guys on the way to the elevator and saw the looks. There were looks of surprise and some with a shaking of the head, but no one said anything snarky. He took the stairs, moving at a fast pace, and once outside, stretched for a few minutes, then headed off at a slow jog.

He pushed through the initial stiffness and pain, the struggle to breath, until he found his rhythm. He settled his breathing with his pace and soon found himself far from the dorm. He followed a sidewalk that had signs pointing toward the small park on the south side of campus. He passed others, greeting them with a smile or nod of the head, and for the first time since arriving on campus, felt like any other student on campus.

He came to the park entrance, and followed the path wondering how it worked its way around the park. He followed the grade down, until he ran alongside a stream, crossed a bridge, then made his way up the other side. He came to an intersection of two trails and swung out heading back to the entrance, when he heard someone cry out. He turned too late, just glimpsed the bicycle that was coming up fast. He jumped off the paths, falling down the slope, rolling until he was against a rock outcropping.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Gary replied, rolling to his hands and knees and climbing gingerly to his feet. His hands were scuffed on the palms, both knees were bleeding, and when he looked up at the guy coming toward him, something dripped in front of his left eye.

“Jesus, you’re bleeding,” the guy exclaimed.

For a few seconds, Gary didn’t feel the pain or notice the blood trickling down his face. He just saw the guy standing in front of him. A tall lean build, six foot or taller, and the tight cycling shorts that bulged with the cock, and a tank top that revealed muscular shoulders. When the helmet came off, he saw the dirty blonde hair matted down and an attractive face, blue eyed and baby faced.

“You need to get those cuts cleaned up and bandaged.”

“Yes, okay. I can do it when I get back to the dorm.”

“Which dorm are you in?”

“Sanford.”

“That’s on the other side of campus. Come on, we can go back to my dorm. It’s just across the street from the park entrance.”

“Okay,” said Gary looking at his knees then wiping at the blood on his face. “Wow, I’m bleeding a lot.”

“Nothing that will kill you, but you do need to get them cleaned up; come on.”

Gary walked alongside the guy as he pushed his bicycle, the two of them heading back to the park entrance.

“I’m Lukas.”

“Lukas, I’m Gary.”

“If you’re in Sanford, I take it you’re a freshman.”

“Yes. I’d guess you’re a junior or senior.”

“Junior.”

As they walked out of the park, across the street and up to the dorm where Lukas lived, they talked about where they were from and what they were majoring in, Gary omitting everything about his religious upbringing.

Gary was surprised by how quiet Lukas’ dorm was, few guys stirring about, as they took the elevator up to the fourth floor. He followed Lukas down the corridor and into a room about halfway down it.

“My roommate is on some field trip down near Mobile,” said Lukas as he led Gary inside. “Take a seat and I’ll get my medical kit.”

 

 

Gary sat in the desk chair; legs spread enough to allow Lukas to get close while on knees. He closed his eyes to keep from staring at him, feeling the cotton ball move over the cut on his forehead, making it burn. Then he felt a bandage stretch over it.

“Your forehead is done. Let me see your hands.”

“They are just scuffed,” said Gary as he held them palms up. Lukas took one then the other, gently rubbing an alcohol-soaked cotton ball over them. He tried not to think of it, but the feel of Lukas holding his hands made his cock stir.

“Yeah, they’re not too bad. Let’s get your knees cleaned up.”

Lukas knee walked backward, and Gary looked up and around the room, avoiding eye contact with the junior. He looked at the poster over the other bed of some band, then he looked around at the books along the back of Lukas’ desk. One jumped out, one he had looked at online tempted to buy it. It was a gay storyline, one involving a romance between two boys, and he turned back to Lukas wanting to ask him about the book.

“What?” said Lukas as he cleaned the left knee.

“Nothing.”

“You look like you want to ask me something.”

“It’s just—aaagh; that hurts.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I wasn’t expecting it.”

Gary held his breath as Lukas ran a cotton ball over his left knee.

“The cuts are superficial, not very deep. With the bleeding stopped, I’m not going to bandage them. You don’t want to get back to your dorm with them all bandaged up,” said Lukas jokingly.

“No, they would make fun,” said Gary, wondering if anyone would even comment.

“You were going to ask me something?”

“I was just wondering…are these your books?”

“Yes.”

“Do you recommend that one,” pointing at the gay romance novel.

“Not for any English papers, but as an escapist read, yeah, I’d recommend it.”

Gary turned back to Lukas cleaning the right knee, holding his breath from the sting of the alcohol in the cuts.

“But that isn’t what you want to know,” said Lukas, resting a hand on the right thigh.

Gary looked at the hand on his thigh, wishing it would move. Wishing it would slide up his leg and…

“Gary?”

“Are you gay?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“I don’t know, I mean I do, but…”

“You’ve never acted on it?”

“No.”

“Why not. You’re attractive.”

“I…”

How do you tell someone you were raised in a strict religious household, one that condemned gays and lesbians. How do you admit being intimidated, of wanting to be with another guy, but too afraid to make the first move, much less admit to your desires.

“Did you come from a home that looked down on it?” said Lukas.

“Yes.”

“That’s tough,” said Lukas rising straight on his knees, moving closer, close enough they could look into the other’s eyes. “I don’t know why some must hate what is so natural. Some of us are just attracted to the same sex. So, what. How does it affect them?”

“I’ve never been around anyone who would even talk about it until arriving on campus. There are two guys on our floor, roommates who are also in a relationship.”

“What do you think about their relationship?”

“Envy…jealously…wish I could just have an experience with someone; you know?”

“Yes, I do. I arrived on campus a virgin. I came from a rural area and never met another gay guy until I got here. So, I do know what you’re going through.”

“How did you…meet someone?”

“I crashed this party thrown by some art major and met this guy, a senior in music. I spent all weekend with him learning the ways two guys could pleasure each other.”

Gary looked at the smiling face and he smiled back. “Sounds nice.”

The hand moved up his thigh.

“If you’re willing, I could be that guy for you.”

“Really? You’d have sex with me?”

Lukas didn’t reply to the insecurity, instead leaned forward until their lips pressed together and Gary felt the hand slid along his thigh and over his crotch, groping the growing cock.  He moaned and spread his knees pulling Lukas closer until pressed against him.

Gary felt the hands go to his waist then pull on his shorts and boxers. Lukas wanted him stripped and he was so aroused, he wanted it. He raised his ass and felt the shorts boxers pull around his ass then slide down his thighs until his cock was free, exposed to another guy in a sexual situation. He had only fantasized about it until now, and he lifted each foot letting Lukas pull the shorts and boxers free. He was stripped below the waist and suddenly the tee felt constricting.

A hand manipulated his cock, tugged on his nuts, then went back to tugging on his cock. He moaned as his cock grew fully erect. When Lukas leaned over, and Gary felt the mouth slide down his cock he gasped for breath. The feel was exquisite, pure bliss, and his cock flexed in the mouth.

“Fuck,” Gary exclaimed. A word he had rarely uttered, but he had thought it. Thought what it meant, and now he uttered it with such an arousal he was breathless.

As the head moved up and down his cock, Gary tugged off his tee, tossing it carelessly across the room, then he ran his hands over the head. He let the head continue to move on his cock until he wanted to cum. His whole body went rigid as the need for release coursed through him. He didn’t think, just tightened his hold on Lukas’ head holding it on his cock as he began to pump upward. His cock became so sensitive he was thrusting upward roughly and gasping for breath. He pulled the mouth down on his cock and came.

Gary shuddered as he watched Lukas lick the last drop of cum from the slit.

Gary was still erect, still so horny and aroused he didn’t know what to do. He watched Lukas stand between his legs and strip. First the shirt, then shorts and briefs, until standing naked stroking a growing erection.

“Will you do me?” said Lukas.

“Yes, yes,” Gary replied breathlessly as he leaned forward. He grabbed the thighs and pulled the body closer until the cock was in his face. He put his lips to the head and let it slip through them. It grew longer, thicker, filling his mouth, and he worked his lips and tongue along its length, focusing most of his attention on the head. He swirled his tongue over it, then pushed forward letting the cock slide over it to the back of his throat.

After a while, hands held his head and he opened his mouth and let Lukas pump the cock over his tongue. Drool ran down his chin as the cock moved back and forth over it. He closed his eyes and relished the feel of a man’s cock in his mouth, how it moved over his tongue. After a while, the hands tightened on his head and the cock moved with an irregular rhythm.

“I’m close. I’m so damn close,” exclaimed Lukas.

A blast of cum hit the back of his throat, and the cock flexed against his tongue as it filled his mouth. He closed his lips around it, not wanting to lose a drop, and held the cum in his mouth until he had to swallow.

He sucked on the head of the cock trying to draw out more and Lukas jerked back, pulling the cock out of his mouth.

“Stop, stop!”

Gary barely registered how he had sucked Lukas off when he was pulled to his feet, spun around and pushed back on the bed. He flopped down on his back and watched Lukas move closer, right up between his legs. When Lukas went to his knees, Gary spread his legs wide apart, submissively giving himself to him, ready to do anything.

He felt a tongue rake up and down his ass making him moan. He felt a finger rubbing his tightness, then it penetrated him. He lay back as the finger worked inside him. When the finger pulled out, two penetrated him. Then three, and he moaned as he loosened to their manipulation.

The fingers pulled out and Gary raised up on elbows watching Lukas stand up stroking a hard cock. He watched as Lukas bent at the knees lining that cock up to his ass and he spread his knees as far apart as he could, for he wanted to feel that cock penetrating him, feel it boring into his body.

“You want it,” said Lukas.

“Yes. Put it in me,” said Gary.

Gary watched Lukas put the cock against his hole and slowly push. He shivered at the feel of the thick cock stretching him more than the three fingers. The cock pushed into his hole, slowly, letting him feel every inch as it gave him the fullness of being penetrated. When Lukas finally stopped, over half of it was inside him.

“God, you’re tight,” uttered Lukas.

Gary was breathing heavily as he looked from Lukas’ face down to the base of his cock, the only part he could see. He wanted to feel it moving inside him, wanted Lukas to fuck him, and he looked up with pleading eyes.

“Fuck me.”

Lukas smiled, then put his hands on his hips and began to fuck.

Gary watched the cock tug outward, then push inward, over and over, until he was taking nearly every inch. Lukas increased his pace, and Gary looked up at the glassy eyed stare. His own cock hovered over his stomach, flexing with arousal and bouncing around as he got fucked.

Lukas’ pace increased until it rocked the bed and hips banged against his ass. He lay back, eyes closed, settling into the rhythm of their fuck. Lukas slowed, pulled out, and Gary rose to see why.

“Roll over,” exclaimed Lukas, his cock hovering between them so hard it was flexing up and down.

Gary moved with urgency, getting on his hands and knees. Hands grabbed him by the waist and jerked him backward, causing him to drop to his elbows. A hard smack to his right ass cheek and suddenly cock was boring into his depths. He shivered with the penetration and moaned when hips pressed against his ass.

“Take me,” said Lukas.

The hands held Gary’s waist, holding him in place, as cock pumped into his depths. Lukas increased his pace quickly, hammering hips against ass. Gary never felt anything like it. It was beyond his wildest fantasies. All the masturbating and touching himself did not prepare him for what it was like to get fucked. To truly be fucked. His cock drooled and smacked against his stomach. His body felt the fullness of every shove into his depths.

How could this be wrong, Gary wondered for a brief second before losing himself to Lukas’ fuck. A hand slid up his back then fingers combed through his hair. Suddenly the hand had him by the hair, tugging his head up and back. He rose until his hands barely touched the bed. Lukas kept pulling, and his hands came off the bed as cock pummeled his insides. He felt his own cock flopping around. He felt the heat of his body, almost feverish by the way he was beginning to sweat.

“I’m close…tell me you want it,” said Lukas.

“I want it. Fuck it in me,” Gary pleaded. “Fuck me. Don’t stop…fuck…fuck me.”

Gary had never said that word so much and with such intent. He wanted Lukas to fuck him, fuck him as hard as he could. He wanted Lukas to pump a load into his ass. To fill him with a man’s load.

Lukas slammed against his ass and ground hips against it. “Take it…take it,” exclaimed Lukas as he shuddered and jerked with release.

 

With Lukas sitting at the head of his bed, Gary was on his cock and leaned back against him. He worked his ass on the cock, moving up and down and grinding down on it. He undulated against the hot body, feeling his sex, his sexuality, while relishing the feel of the cock inside.  The fullness of it, how it felt to have it moving inside him. He moaned and grunted while moving on it.

Gary stretched his torso and worked his ass all the way down on the cock. A hand took his cock, stroking it as he worked his ass. The hand toyed with him, then stroked to get him off. He was so close, had been for a long time. His cock was slick from its drool and every time the hand moved over the sensitive head it made him shudder.

“Cum for me,” whispered Lukas.

It was permission. A command to let go, and Gary ground his ass down on Lukas’s cock and shuddered with release. Cum roped up his chest then rained down on his stomach.

Wesley Charles Vaughn

Wesley was headed back to the dorm after sitting through his last class. He barely heard a word from the instructor, for he was lost in thought. He had been since last weekend. Gary had stayed out every night, then gave vague replies about where he had been. It wasn’t lost on Wesley that Gary had bought those running shorts and immediately afterward began to stay out all night. He imagined him hooking up with some girl. Of them jogging together then going back to her place to have sex. It was obvious. That had to be it. Unless Gary was hooking up with a guy. That possibility made Wesley feel irrationally jealous.

He looked to his left where he could see the aquatic center and for a moment he forgot about Gary and his nocturnal roaming. Instead, he pictured an Olympic size pool with clear blue waters and guys swimming laps. He pictured himself standing by the pool dressed in swim trucks, then diving into the waters.

He wanted to go swimming, the one activity he missed the most since his parents joined the church when he was fourteen. No mixed bathing the preacher had proclaimed, so after that he could only swim at the church camp with other boys, always separated from the girls. Little did anyone know that for him it was the greatest temptation to see other boys his age and older bare from the waist up.

Gary had wanted to go jogging and he bought the clothing appropriate for it. If Gary could do it without worry, why couldn’t he get swim trunks and use the campus pool. It seemed unfair if Gary could jog, and he couldn’t go swimming.

Wesley tightened his grip on the backpack shoulder straps and picked up his pace. He wove through the others walking on the sidewalk, eyes occasionally strayed to the male specimen that he felt an attraction. What would it be like to let go and find a guy willing. There were online sites filled with guys looking to hook up, and for the area, a lot of them students such as himself.

Entering his dorm room, he found Gary at his desk scribbling in a composition notebook. He went to his own desk dropping his backpack into his chair and turned to look at the back of Gary’s head.

“Is that calculus?” said Wesley.

“Yes. It just dumbfounds me. Did you get your assignment done?”

“Yes. You want to see it?”

“Can I. I’m stumped on a couple of problems,” said Gary turning around and facing Wesley.

Once again, Wesley looked at the boyish face, the dark brown eyes, and the short black hair. He saw the pleading look, one that took his breath, and he turned to his backpack, unzipping it to retrieve the composition notebook with his calculus notes.

“I’ve got an errand to run but do you want to grab dinner somewhere other than the cafeteria?” said Wesley.

“If you wait, I’ll go with you—”

“No. I mean…I’m just going to that Christian bookstore to look for something and it won’t take long.”

Wesley knew the previous time he went; Gary didn’t seem interested.

“Oh, well I do need to finish this before tomorrow. Why don’t I meet you College and Second on the corner at six and we can decide on where to go then?”

“That sounds good.”

Wesley emptied his backpack and zipped it up, for he needed to take it to conceal what he really intended to buy.

 

The sporting goods store wasn’t as large as one of the corporate chain ones, but it was in town and catered to the needs of students. Wesley entered it and stood in awe at all the various merchandise the store was able to display. There were sections for bicyclists, runners, then sports gear for baseball, football, soccer, basketball, and other sports he knew nothing about. Near the back along one wall, he saw swimming gear. Goggles, caps, special bags and backpacks, and below this gear, swim trunks, tech suits, square legs and swim briefs.

Wesley moved through the store pretending to be browsing until finally standing at the swim wear wall. He looked at the trunks and tech suits. The baggy swim trunks were what he should get, but the skintight tech suits were appealing. He stepped to the right and found himself looking at the swim briefs. There were some variations in cut but for the most part they were all the same except for color. Most were the college’s two colors, dark blue and orange, the latter a color that would be revealing, too revealing, and he looked down at the other colors. Black, green, red, then multiple patterns from floral to geometric to wave patterns. He glanced back at the swim trunks, then back at the swim briefs. He looked around as if he expected someone he knew to be approaching, then he reached out and pulled one from the hook.

He needed shorts to wear from the dorm to the aquatic center and flip flops to wear in the building. As he headed to the checkout, he slipped a pair of dark blue shorts from a fixture and near the front, he picked up a pair of cheap flip flops.

Gary was already at the corner when Wesley strolled up, backpack secured on his back.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” said Gary.

“No, they didn’t have the book,” said Wesley, knowing the lie would save him from needing to open his backpack. “What do you want to eat?”

“I’m sick of burgers and pizza. Can we go to that diner over on Hill Street? I know it is a bit pricier than what we should be spending for dinner—”

“Yes, that sounds good. I’ve been good with my money, so a bit of a splurge would be okay.”

 

The next afternoon after grabbing dinner at the cafeteria, Gary slipped on his running clothes and headed out for a jog. Wesley went to the window and watched for him to appear, and soon after, saw Gary outside stretching, then heading off. He went to his backpack and slipped the bag from the inside pocket and headed to the bathroom where he would change and check himself out in the mirror.

He stripped off his clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on the vanity. He pulled out the swimming briefs, the orange color suddenly too bright. It seemed to glow in the small bathroom, and he hesitated, worried it was a mistake to buy such a revealing thing. He looked in the mirror seeing the blue eyes staring back. The short blonde hair that showed the heart shape of his face and accentuated his natural tan skin tone. He considered his face; how attractive it was. He had seen some of the looks by girls on campus, despite his dress. He had a lean build, but not one that was too skinny. He wished he was taller than five foot eight, he wished he had a more muscular body but didn’t most guys. He looked down at his cock, how it hung over the sac. Flaccid, it was over three inches long and thicker than most. He knew when erect it was a nice cock, one over nine inches long and thick, his index finger and thumb not touching when he masturbated.

He looked at his reflection, knowing his problem was a lack of confidence originating with his religious upbringing. All the notions of evil, none more so than the evil associated with sex. He thought of Gary in those running shorts, how it made him feel more attracted toward his roommate. Then there were some of the guys on the floor, running around half dressed all the time. It was bad enough if he were not attracted to other guys, but that made it worse, at least in the eyes of the church.

But was it wrong?

Was it wrong to be gay. He had overheard some of the guys talking when the topic of Jamie and Austin came up. The census was it was a natural thing. Natural. The word had hung in the air. The church called it an abomination. It didn’t feel like an abomination, and he knew he couldn’t accept such a judgement, nor most the church kept making.

He slipped the swim brief on, adjusting it around his waist then stepping back to see how it looked. He looked at how it bulged in front knowing his mother would call it obscene, but it made him feel his masculine nature. His sex. He looked past his fear and notions of evil and saw a young man, attractive and like so many others on campus. Just one of the guys.

Back in the room, he slipped on the short pants, then a white T-shirt. He slipped on the flip flops and put clean underwear in his backpack along with his wallet and eased out the door. Going down the corridor, he saw the surprised looks, and as he passed Jamie and Austin’s door, Austin stepped out, looked him up and down, then smiled.

“Hey Wesley.”

It was all Austin said, and it made it seem natural, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Hey Austin.”

 

At the aquatic center, Wesley had to stop another guy to ask about the building’s layout, location of the locker room and showers and if it was time any student could use one of the pools. They didn’t think the inquiry was unusual, instead they lead Wesley around the building showing him where he could change and shower before entering the pool available to the students.

Wesley prepared to enter the pool, struggling to keep from looking at other guys. He saw most paid no attention to him, but a few looked his way, quick glances that seemed to be the same as the ones he did. He was soon standing on the pool coping looking over the large expanse of blue waters. He watched two guys race each other, another dive down and swim along the bottom before rising back to the surface. He saw two girls ease into the pool and hold the coping while talking amongst themselves.

He felt exposed, exposed in a manner that made him feel self-conscious but also slightly aroused and he knew he needed to get into the pool, or he may respond to his arousal in a much too obvious way. He bent his knees and with hands held out, did a simple dive into the pool.

He swam several laps and came up on one end gasping for breath. He felt the fatigue of his arms and legs from his exertions. But he also felt alive, exhilarated in a way he had not felt in a long time. He pushed off and did a slow backstroke. His body rose to the surface of the water. He felt the air hit his chest and stomach, then water washed back over him, as he slowly moved across the pool.

He flipped, and with a large breath, dived under and did the breaststroke, moving silently through the water until the side was close, and he rose, reaching out for the coping.

“Not bad; most guys flounder around like a one-legged duck.”

Wesley looked up and saw a guy standing close. Blue swim briefs did nothing to conceal the body, one perfect for a swimmer. Broad shouldered, muscular, with long arms and legs. The guy pulled off his cap revealing long dark hair.

“Thanks, but it has been a while since I’ve been in a pool.”

“Serious? Why has it been so long?”

Wesley didn’t want to respond to the question but for some reason he sighed then answered.

“My parents joined this strict church so ‘mixed bathing’ was forbidden.”

“Mixed bathing?”

“Swimming with the opposite sex.”

The guy looked around then back down. “There are only two women here and they are over there talking, so I think you’re safe.”

It was spoken in jest, and Wesley smiled.

“But I bet those briefs are a bigger no-no.”

Wesley felt his face flush warm, knowing he was now red faced.

“Yeah, but they are more comfortable for swimming…as you no doubt realize.”

The guy made a show of adjusting his briefs as he nodded in agreement.

“I’m Heath.”

Wesley realized he didn’t have a southern accent, and he found himself looking into brown eyes.

“I’m Wesley. Where are you from?”

Heath chuckled, then eased down sitting on the coping with legs in the pool.

“No southern accent so I’m foreign? I’m from Nebraska.”

“The mid-west.”

“Yep. Are you from in-state somewhere?”

“Yes.”

An awkward silence, for Wesley wasn’t sure what to say as Heath looked over the pool, then down at him.

“I’m done with my swim and need to go grab dinner at the cafeteria before it gets too late. What about you?”

“Me? I’m ready to get out and do the same.”

“Well, come with me. I hate to eat alone.”

Wesley couldn’t imagine Heath ever having to eat alone. He was too attractive.”

“You don’t have a girlfriend?”

The question just came out without any forethought and Wesley was instantly regretting it, wishing he could take it back.

“Nope,” Heath replied, then he turned to Wesley with a serious expression. “What about you? Is there a girl waiting for your return?”

Wesley didn’t mean to respond the way he did, but he scoffed, harder than he meant to.

“Well, climb out and let’s get showered off and changed so we can eat,” said Heath.

Heath stood up and reached down to help Wesley climb out of the pool. Taking the hand, Wesley felt the strength, the power Heath possessed as he was easily pulled out. He stood near Heath, water trickling down his body and he quickly adjusted his briefs, getting air inside them to keep them from being skin-tight around his cock. He caught Heath looking at his crotch as he adjusted the briefs, and for a second, gave thought to Heath being gay, then dismissing it as impossible. He couldn’t be that lucky.

In the shower room, Wesley saw the line of shower stalls, suddenly wishing it was like the open showers from his middle school years. He saw Heath move to one stall and before pulling the curtain across slid the briefs down his legs giving him a full view of his body. He stared, unable to look away, and Heath smiled back, then closed the curtain.

Once dressed, Wesley followed Heath out of the aquatic center and across campus heading to the nearest cafeteria. They had left the building in silence but after going about halfway, Heath finally spoke up.

“I knew someone from a religious family, and he got sent to Oral Roberts. Didn’t your parents want you to go to one of the religious colleges?”

“Yes, they did, but what I wanted as a major gave me an opportunity to avoid it.”

“Sounds like you don’t agree with your religion.”

“No, most of it is too…”

“Defying of the facts of the world around us?”

“Yes. My roommate is the same, although I think he is…rebelling against it.”

“What do you mean?”

“He goes out for a jog and doesn’t come back until the next morning.”

“Definitely more than a jog going on.”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you should stay out all night.”

Wesley scoffed, then looked at Heath seeing his was serious.

“Good, there isn’t a long line tonight,” said Heath, pointing toward the cafeteria.

Wesley looked through the windows, seeing only a few students lined up at the service line.

“Perfect, we don’t have to wait long. I’m starving.”

 

Wesley sat opposite Heath, listening to him talk about his major in pharmacology. At times he felt a foot bump on his own, and the first two times he moved his foot, but on the third, he kept it in place, feeling Heath’s foot push against it.

“You want to go back to my place and hang out?” said Heath.

“Your dorm mate won’t care?”

“I live off campus in an apartment.”

“Oh. That must be nice.”

“It is. What do you say?”

“Sure, I’d like to hang out with you.”

 

They were two blocks off campus in a part of town Wesley had never been. There were old houses, obviously rented by students, and down side streets, one small apartment complex after the next. He followed Heath until he went into an apartment building, three stories with an interior corridor down the middle. They went up to the second floor and down the hall until at room 218, where Heath unlocked the door and stepped aside letting him enter first.

Wesley surveyed the room before him. To his right a small kitchen facing the living area, a room crowded with a large sofa and armchair, and a large flat screen taking up most of the wall. Pushed to the wall on his left, there was a café-style table and two chairs, leaving just enough room to move past.

“It’s cozy,” said Wesley.

“It’s damn small and my furniture barely fits,” said Heath from behind him.

Wesley looked to the right just past the kitchen into the bedroom where he could see an unmade bed. He wondered if he might be in it before long. He wanted to be.

“Let’s stop pretending we don’t why you’re here,” said Heath.

Wesley was spun around and pushed against the wall. Heath was in front of him, holding his chin angling his head up. They kissed, and Wesley relaxed to it, wanting it so badly he didn’t consider any of his fears. He reached out and held the waist as a knee pushed between his legs and up against his groin. It pressed his nuts upward making his cock stir.

Heath pulled back and Wesley watched him descend until stooped before him. His shorts were undone then everything tugged down. Stripped to the waist, he felt his nudity, how his cock was freed from its confinement. He tilted his head back against the wall and slapped his hands against it as Heath toyed with his cock, manipulated it until he was erect. When he looked down, he watched the head move to it then felt the warm mouth take it. He shivered and moaned and fought the urge to push forward.

Heath sucked his cock, licked his nuts, tugged on them, then sucked his cock again. When he felt his cock free, hovering in open air, he looked down to see Heath looking up.

“Tell me what you want,” said Heath.

“I want you to keep going.”

“Say it.”

Wesley knew what he asked, and he pressed his hands against the wall.

“Suck me…suck my cock.”

He closed his eyes as his cock was engulfed once again, but this time it moved with urgency on his cock, down to the base of it and back until manipulating the head. He shivered and shuddered as his arousal grew. He was soon breathing hard and so hard, so aroused, he wanted to cum. He felt his need grow, building and building until he knew he could not hold back.

“I’m going to cum.”

Heath pushed forward burying his cock in the mouth, and he came. Violently, jerking with every ejaculation, pumping wad after wad into the suctioning mouth. Finally spent, he watched Heath pull back. He felt the lips tight around his still hard cock, milking out the last of his cum. He shivered when the lips moved over the head of it.

Heath was standing before him, tugging his T-shirt up. He raised his arms letting him remove it. It was tossed over the table, and Heath was pulling him toward the bedroom door. He was hobbled by his shorts and boxers until he got his right foot free. By the time he was standing by the bed, only the boxers remained around his ankle. Heath backed him up until his legs hit the bed and he fell back with feet still on the floor. Heath stood before him, tugging off his T-shirt, then removing shorts and boxers.

Wesley looked at the naked body, no longer fearful of doing so. He knew Heath wanted him to look. He admired the muscular body, a true swimmer’s build, then he admired the hard cock, long and curved upward, with Heath slowly stroking it. He wondered if Heath would want him to be bottom. He looked at the cock imagining it penetrating him. He stroked his own cock wanting Heath to watch him, to know how aroused he made him.

“Jesus, you’re a hot fucker,” said Heath going to his knees. He pushed up between Wesley’s knees, bending his head down.

Wesley spread his legs and moaned as a tongue touched his thigh, then slowly dragged upward until licking his tight nut sac. Then it licked his cock, from base to head.  When the tongue pulled away, he opened his eyes and watched Heath move over him, until cock was in his face.

“Suck me,” said Heath.

Wesley held his head up and let Heath push it into his mouth and he held his mouth open and let the cock move over his tongue.

“Fuck that feels good,” said Heath as he slowly pumped his cock over it. “Fuck…fuck…I want you inside me.”

It startled Wesley, this admission by Heath, and he watched him knee walk back, and hold his cock up. He watched the ass move over it then descend until pressing down on it. He grabbed each of Heath’s thighs and shuddered as he felt the tight ass slide over the head of his cock, then slowly, so agonizingly slow, slide down it.

“Fuck,” uttered Heath.

Yeah, fuck, thought Wesley as he watched Heath move on his cock. Upward until most of it was visible, then down until the ass was pressing against his hips, cock buried in it. Over and over, his cock came into view then disappeared, and the pace of Heath’s fuck increased, moving faster and faster until the bed began to rock beneath them.

Wesley watched Heath’s cock flop around, at times smacking his stomach, and he wanted to feel it, to reach out and touch it. As Heath moved on his cock, he reached out and took it in hand and toyed with it.

Another man’s cock. He really had another man’s cock in his hand. And his cock was buried in the guy’s ass. It aroused him to the point he was ready to cum again.

This can’t be wrong, Wesley thought as he began to push upward.

“Heath…I’m close.”

“Do it. Do it. Cum in me,” exclaimed Heath as he kept moving up and down with a frantic pace.

Wesley couldn’t hold back, pushed too far, he threw his head back, closed his eyes, and shoved upward as his cock exploded in Heath’s ass. He shuddered and shoved upward as his cock ejaculated wad after wad. He arched his back as the ass ground down on his hips. As his cock ejaculated the last of his load, he fell still gasping for breath.

Heath lay over him gasping for breath, then kissing his neck until the lips were moving over the right ear.

“Can I do you?”

“Yes. Please, do me too,” Wesley pleaded, admitting openly what he wanted.

Heath moved over him, slipped arms underneath his legs at the knees, folding him, shifting his body across the bed, until his thighs were pressed against his chest and cock was pressing against his ass. Heath slipped an arm under his head, pulling it up, bending it down until smothering him with his larger body. Heath undulated, ground the cock against his ass, then bore down on top of him. Pinned to the bed, cock penetrated him, pushed through his tightness. He cried out, shuddering with the penetration.

He felt like the little boy that first noticed boys as something sexual. He felt like the first time he masturbated. He felt his sex, his desires, as Heath fucked him. Slowly at first but quickly moving faster. The fullness of penetration, the feel of the hot body against his own, and it made his cock stir with his arousal once again.

“Fuck me,” uttered Wesley, saying the word aloud for the first time. “Fuck me.”

Heath rose, and Wesley wrapped his legs around the waist as he hovered over him. Heath began to fuck again, pulling nearly out of his ass, then shoving back in, over and over, until hips smacked down on ass. The bed rocked, squeaked, then banged against the wall. The sound of their fuck echoed in the small room, and it pushed Wesley’s arousal, made his cock fully erect.

He wanted Heath’s fuck. Wanted it more than he could admit.

Then Heath was jamming cock into his depths, hammering hips against his upturned ass, while pumping wad after wad into him. When Heath collapsed on top of him, he lay still feeling his hard cock pinned between them as Heath’s cock slowly slipped out of his ass.

“You horny bastard, you’re still hard,” uttered Heath.

Wesley watched Heath slip to his side then around until able to slip his cock into the mouth. Heath sucked him, took every inch, until he came again, feeling is cock flex with each ejaculation in the mouth. 

 

“Will you stay until morning?” said Heath.

Wesley wanted to stay. He wanted to sleep with another guy. He rolled to his side facing Heath.

“Yes.”

 

Wesley’s first class was at eight, and he was rushing across campus back to his dorm. It was seven o’clock and he knew by the time he got back, showered, and changed; he would be rushing to get to class on time. He had meant to leave thirty minutes sooner, but Heath toying with cock, then sucking it made him ignore the sense of urgency he had felt earlier.

He raced up the stairs, down the corridor, and after getting the door unlocked, rushed into his room. Gary was standing by his bed completely naked holding a pair of boxers. Wesley came up short, froze a few feet away, taking in the lean body, the dark hair over the cock and from appearances, nowhere else except on top of the head. Then he noticed the sparse hair under one arm as Gary quickly slipped on his boxers.

“You just getting back?” said Gary.

“I…huh…what about you? How long have you been here?”

“About thirty minutes.”

It was stated like a dare. A means of pushing back, and Wesley felt too rushed to pursue it further.

“I’m going to be late if I don’t hurry,” said Wesley, rushing into the bathroom without a change of clothes.

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Gary pulled on a pair of khakis while looking at the bathroom door. Wesley had rushed into it without a change of clothes. Then he pictured his roommate, coming in dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. He knew how he was changing, losing the fear of his humanity, and wondered if Wesley was going through the same change. Did it mean Wesley was hooking up with someone.

Gary pulled on a shirt, unhurried for his first class was an hour later than Wesley’s. He planned to go for breakfast but thought about Wesley in the bathroom and having to come out to get dressed. He sat on his bed and slid back until leaning against the wall and his feet hanging over the side. He listened to the shower run, shut off, and less than a minute of silence before the door swung open. Wesley rushed out drying his hair, naked, completely naked, and Gary stared at the body. The lean frame, the blonde hair over a cock that hung heavily over the sac.

Wesley froze when he realized Gary was still in the room, sitting on the bed staring at him.

“You’re not gone….”

“My first class is later than yours.”

“Oh, yeah…right,” said Wesley as he put the towel around his waist.

“You want me to leave so you can get dressed?”

Gary made the offer but hoped Wesley said he could stay. He saw the look, one anxious and confused, then there was a shake of the head. Wesley obviously realized it was too late at any attempt of modesty. He tried not to do it, but he smiled, forcing him to look down to conceal it.

Wesley pulled out boxers, a pair of brown dress pants and a white shirt, his usual attire, laying everything on his bed. Gary watched as the towel was pulled away from the waist and tossed on the bed. He looked at the ass, then up the lean body. He watched the boxers conceal the round ass, pants conceal the legs, then the shirt conceal the upper body, including the arms. Wesley was once again the pious boy, a wall around him to prevent the outside world in.

“Where did you go last night?” said Gary.

“Where do you go?”

“I…I meet up with a friend and hang out. Have you made a new friend?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I went to the aquatic center for a swim then hung out someone I met there.”

“Aquatic center? You went swimming?”

“Yes. I used to love going for a swim but after mom and dad joined the church…”

“I get it.”

“Do you,” said Wesley without turning around.

“Yes.”

“I’ve got to go, or I’ll be late.”

Gary watched him grab his backpack, shove textbooks and composition notebooks into it, then rush out the door. He climbed to his feet, picked up his backpack and headed out too, heading to the cafeteria for breakfast before his first class.

 

When Gary came back into their room, he found Wesley was in the bathroom. He looked at the backpack sitting in Wesley’s chair, unzipped, showing the contents within, including something orange sticking out of a pocket in the back of it. He looked at the bathroom door then moved to the backpack. It was fabric and he could tell it was some sort of swim trunks. He pinched the top edge and tugged it out, shocked to find it was a swim brief. A small article of cloth barely large enough to conceal the ass and crotch. He tried to picture Wesley wearing it. How the front would be bulged and the seat curved by the ass. He wanted to see him in it. It was such a temptation he wondered about offering to go for a swim with him, but knew Wesley wouldn’t agree. He knew having strangers see you doing something frowned upon was safer than letting someone you know see you. He knew if he were going to see Wesley in the skimpy swim brief, he would have to sneak into the aquatic center.

Gary stuffed the swim brief back into the pocket tugging it up a bit to make it look as before, then he went to his own desk and pulled textbooks out that he had assignments. The bathroom door swung open, and he turned to see Wesley come out, disappointedly fully dressed.

“Hey.”

“You’re back from class.”

“Yes, and I’ve got a lot of work to do for a couple of them.”

“Me too.”

Gary saw Wesley go to his backpack, notice the swim briefs were sticking up, and quickly push them further down into the back pocket.

 

Friday night, Gary slipped on his running shorts and tee while Wesley lay on his bed looking at something on his computer. He slipped on his shoes and headed for the door.

“I’ll see you later,” said Gary.

Wesley looked up, nodding his head. Gary eased out and headed down the corridor for the stairs. Once outside, he stretched as usual, wondering if Wesley would be at the window watching, making sure he left, knowing he would if in his place. Then he jogged away, following his usual path until he was on the main part of campus, and he stopped, looking back wondering if Wesley would venture out. It surprised him how soon Wesley appeared, walking at a fast pace heading toward the aquatic center.

Gary kept to the shadows as he followed Wesley. He saw him enter the center, and he waited a few minutes then approached the building. He had never been inside, and he looked around, seeing through a glass wall the competition pools and diving area. Then he moved down a corridor and soon found the student area. The pool was just as large, and there were several students swimming laps.

Looking through the glass door, Gary searched for Wesley, looking for that bright orange swim brief, seeing most of the guys were in traditional trunks. Just as he began to think that maybe Wesley had just passed through the building and went somewhere else, he saw him enter the pool area followed by another guy. Tall with a muscular build, the guy was attractive, and Gary felt jealous as the two of them went to the pool and dove in. They swam laps, then clung to the coping just talking. When they climbed out of the pool, Gary looked at Wesley. He saw how the swim briefs clung to his body revealing the cock within. The sexual nature of him, masculine and attractive, and when the other guy put an arm around his neck, Gary stepped back from the door and headed out, unable to watch any more.

He rushed out of the building and began to jog. He jogged until sweating profusely and his muscles were fatigued, and he found himself outside of Lukas’ door.

“Hey,” said Lukas when he opened the door, but the smile quickly faded, and he pulled Gary into his apartment. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just feeling sorry for myself.”

Lukas smiled and pulled Gary to the sofa.

“I’m sweaty,” Gary said refusing to sit down.

“It’s okay. Sit.”

Gary stood next to the sofa, wanting to do anything but sit down. He looked at Lukas wondering if he was going too far.

“Can I take a shower?”

“Yes.”

“Will you shower with me?”

Lukas smiled, then nodded. Gary took him by the hand and led him toward the bathroom.

 

The small bathroom steamed up quickly as Gary leaned against the wall and held his head down while Lukas rubbed his back. When Lukas pressed against his ass and reached around to rub his chest, he pushed back, feeling the cock trapped between his ass cheeks. The hands rubbed over his hardening nipples, down over his stomach, and when one rubbed upward, the other slipped further down until toying with his cock. As one hand manipulated his nipples, at times pinching them, the other stroked his hardening cock.

“Fuck me,” said Gary pushing back against the hard cock.

A kiss to the back of his neck, then one hand on his waist, the other guided the cock to his ass, rubbed it up and down, then pressed against his tight opening.

“Do it. Do it. Push it in me.”

Lukas fucked slowly, gently, and Gary shivered with each deep penetration. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it was what he needed. An intimacy that may be superficial in so many ways but still one that soothed his mind and made him feel wanted.

 

Gary woke the next morning, Lukas by his side. He looked at the handsome face while feeling guilty. He used Lukas, used him at a time when he felt jealous and alone. Lukas must have sensed him staring and opened his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” said Gary.

“For what?”

“Last night.”

Lukas smiled, shaking his head slightly. “What’s really wrong? Is there someone you like, and they don’t return your affection?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“And you came here wanting companionship.”

“Yes.”

“Look, we are not committed to each. We had sex, made each other feel wanted. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Really?”

“Really. Does this guy know you like him?”

“No.”

“Then how is he to know if you don’t tell him?”

“What if I’m wrong and he isn’t…like me?”

“Then you’ll get turned down, like so many before you. But you’ll know where you stand.”

Gary rolled to his back and stared at the ceiling.

“You’re right.”

“So, tell him how you feel.”

 

Gary found their room empty, Wesley still out for he was sure Wesley had not gotten up early on a Saturday and just gone out. He went to the window as if he could catch Wesley’s return, shocked to see him heading toward the entry. He was still in his shorts and tee and wondered if he should rush into the shower, then he just stopped in the middle of the room. He looked at the door wondering how soon Wesley would appear. He tugged off his tee, tossed it in his hamper, then he eased down on his bed, back to the wall and feet hanging over the side.

The lock was released, and Wesley strolled into the room, freezing in the center of it when he saw Gary. Gary wondered what he was thinking seeing him in just the running shorts he had left in the night before. He looked at Wesley’s attire, wondering if the swim briefs were tucked in the backpack or if he was wearing them underneath the shorts.

“Gary.”

“Wesley.”

“Did you just get back?”

Gary laughed with humor, then looked toward the window.

“Yes.”

“What did you do last night?”

Gary wanted to throw the question back at Wesley, but he knew this was a moment that could be important. One that could change things to how he wanted them to be.

“I followed you to the aquatic center and—”

“You, what?”

“I followed you. I saw you enter the pool area with another guy. I saw what you were wearing and how…

“It made me feel jealous. To see you with another guy, and I…I…I took off and jogged until I thought I would pass out and I found myself at Lukas’ apartment.”

“Who’s Lukas?”

“A guy I met jogging. A guy that…

“I went there for I needed to be with someone, anyone, for you were with someone else.”

“You were jealous of Heath?”

“Heath. Is that his name?”

“Yes. And you went to Lukas’ place and…”

“I had sex with him. First in his shower, then in his bed. I tried to pretend it was you, but all I could see was that other guy standing next to you.”

“You like me? Like that?”

Gary looked away, then back at Wesley.

“Yes, Wesley, I like you like that. I’m gay, have known since I was thirteen years old, and have been miserable until I got here and saw the possibility of no longer hiding who I am.”

“I see.”

“Do you? Are you in some sort of relationship with Heath. Do you have sex with him?”

“Yes. Not really. And yes.”

Gary looked at Wesley, finally registering the response. He wanted their conversation to stop feeling accusatory. He wanted it to be about them.

“Could you have sex with me?” said Gary.

Wesley initially looked stoic, any expression of how he felt hidden, then he smiled.

“Yes. I’ve wanted to for some time. I didn’t think it possible, then I saw Jamie and Austin.”

“Jame and Austin…I’m so envious of them.”

“Maybe we could…”

“I’d like that. Would you lay with me now?”

Wesley tugged off his T-shirt, then unbuttoned his shorts. As the zipper went down, Gary saw the white boxers come into view and when Wesley started to push the shorts down, he expected the boxers to remain in place. But he was pleased to see Wesley push everything down until shorts and boxers feel around the ankles. He stepped out of them walking toward Gary.

Gary raised his ass and slid the running shorts and boxers down, kicking them off his feet. He rotated on the bed as Wesley moved to lay next to him.

They touched each other. Ran hands over chests, stomachs, then fondled cocks until hard, all the while kissing. Gary took Wesley by the hand and guided it to move over his sac and down between his legs.

“Touch me there,” said Gary.

He tilted his head back and moaned as lips moved along his jaw, down his neck then back to the left ear. He shivered when fingers touched him, rubbing over his tight opening. He cried out when a finger penetrated him.

“Are you going to let me?” said Wesley.

Gary smiled, then cupped the back of Wesley’s neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. With lips still touching, he replied, “yes.”

Gary slid down until he was flat on his back, and he raised his knees and spread them making room for Wesley. He looked at the lean body, the flush of the skin, and the hard cock surprisingly larger than he expected. But one he wanted, wanted to feel with his hands, take in his mouth, but most of all, he wanted to let it penetrate him.

Wesley toyed with his cock, tugged on his nuts, then put the cock against his loosened opening, slowly pushing into him. Inch after inch, Wesley eased into his depths.

Gary arched his back and moaned as the cock sank into him. He relished the fullness of the penetration. He clutched the bed and moved his ass as the cock pumped into his depths. He threw his head back and gasped through his open mouth, then he raised his head looking at the lean body, how it moved in such a primitive manner.

“Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

When Wesley reached out for his legs, he raised them before him, letting the hands take each behind the knee. He lay back as his legs were pushed down until the thighs were tight against his chest and Wesley pushed all the way into his ass, hips hard against it. Then Wesley fucked, fucked hard, hips hammering against his ass. He moaned while rocking with their fuck. The room shrank around them, grew impossibly loud with the sound of their moans and grunts, and the smack of flesh against flesh.

Gary felt a change in pace, Wesley’s rhythm off, and knew he was about to cum. Wesley cried out, made guttural noises, while slamming cock into his depths. Then Wesley shoved inward and shuddered and jerked with release.

Gary raised up and watched Wesley slip out of his ass and drop down between his legs. He watched him take his cock and suck. Shuddering and fighting the urge to shove upward, Gary lost himself to the feel of the mouth on his cock. How the lips moved over it and the tongue swirled around the head, making him shiver. He was so close, so very close. He raised his head to watch Wesley suck his cock, and when the mouth went down taking nearly every inch, it was too much. He shuddered, pushed upward, and filled the mouth with cum.

Epilogue

For days after their first sex, Gary and Wesley holed up in their room and fucked and sucked to the point of exhaustion. And during the quiet times afterward, lying entangled and breathing hard, each one considered where their lives were going. For each of them, they felt happy and content for the first time in a long time and didn’t want it to end.

When they admitted their feelings, admitted the depths of their attraction toward the other, they finally emerged from their room ready to join the other guys in social settings, none more so than Jamie and Austin. They went out to movies, restaurants, even a baseball game. It was obvious to the other guys that Gary and Wesley were no longer just roommates, but like Jamie and Austin, they were a couple.

Over the first weeks, Gary and Wesley slowly changed their wardrobe, eventually blending in with the student population, in the dorm, on campus, and around town. Wesley acquired running shorts and jogged with Gary a few days a week. They both got swim trunks, Wesley stowing the swim briefs away, and other days of any week, they went to the aquatic center, swimming laps until fatigued.

One rainy Saturday, they were at their desks doing assignments due on Monday, music playing softly in the background. Wesley finished and slid the novel over he was reading, waiting for Gary to finish.

After about twenty minutes, Gary closed his textbook, made an exclamation, while stretching his arms up then out. He rolled back from his desk and spun around to face Wesley, who spun around to face him.

“I know graduation seems a long way off, but have you thought about it?” said Gary.

“About life afterward? Yes. You?”

“Obviously.”

They smiled at each other.

“Wesley, do you think…do you think we—”

“Yes. I do.”

“Really? You think we can continue after graduation?”

“I think we’ll be freer after graduation. We’ll find jobs and support ourselves and no longer have worries about how our families will respond to us being together.”

“You know how they’ll respond.”

“At first, but maybe over time…”

“I doubt my folks will ever accept it.”

“And if they don’t?”

“We’ll have each other.”