Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 13:00:33 +0200
From: Russel Mohan <macron12@hotmail.com>
Subject: What's a Jock to do? Part 4. Bi/Encounters

The following is part 4 of a story, (What's a jock to do?) written by me,
Russel Mohan,
Part 1,2 and 3 are already submitted to the Bi/Encounters section.

Thank you very much!

TITLE- What's a jock to do? Part 4 Copyright Russel Mohan 2006

(I would really love to know what you, the readers think about my story,
please send your honest comments to my e-mail, macron12@hotmail.com, really
appreciate your time!)



I would jerk off every now and then, even to porn on the internet, mostly
muscle men fucking twinks. It almost became like an obsession, where I
needed to jerk off and watch porn everyday. I liked it however, but knew I
would get bored, as I needed the real thing sooner or later.



I was worried at the fact that this part of my life was passing me by, and I
wasn't doing anything about it. What was there to do, break up with my girl
and lead a gay lifestyle? I would in effect not be leading a gay lifestyle
however, as yes, I mean I would have sex with men for sure, but I wouldn't
be doing the whole stereotypical thing that gay men do, you know, living in
night clubs and hanging out at bars all the time. I would just be me, and be
the same jock I was till I died, lead the same lifestyle and whoever wanted
to criticize my choice could just do that, that was their problem, not mine,
I'd just bash their face in.



So as I thought it over, I decided that I would definitely have to do
something about the fact that I wanted to sleep with a guy, instead of
shutting up these feelings in the back of my mind and wanking off to porn.
Confronting these feelings would be hard, but keeping them locked up in my
mind, and avoiding them, would be harder as time went by, and I didn't want
that to be me. I knew that a lot of guys wanted to do it with guys, and did
do it with guys, even though they acted homophobic and used words like
`faggot'. I didn't want to be a closet case, nor some flaming queen. There
was a lot going on and the wheels in my head were turning big time.



So, I decided that since, I was the kinda guy to make a move when the going
gets tough, I decided to do just that and make a move. Just how I was going
to make this move, would be another story, one that I didn't have figured
out yet.



My birthday party was coming up, and I needed to see Trini again on the day
when all the furniture would arrive, and me and him would sort the place
out, and decide what went where, as he was the `designer'. Kelly wanted to
be there, and I didn't mind, but I was kind of looking forward to having
Trini there alone with me. I was not going to rape him though, although the
thought did cross my mind.
However, I would have loved him to hit on me though, see if he had the guts
to do that, but I wasn't counting on it really, I mean he wouldn't do that
at all, especially considering the fact that Kelly was his best friend, and
I was her boyfriend and a good 6'4 and your typical straight football jock.
Well the day of the furniture arrival did come, and I was really glad with
the choices that we had made, well that mostly Trini had made, since it was
he who had decided on what would be bought.

It was me and Trini home alone at my place now on this early morning a few
days after the shopping, as the delivery guys left and all we had to do was
decide where to put the couches and new tables. They were mostly wooden,
expensive and we got rid of the old furniture in the living room, as it was
mostly that room which we were concentrating on. I decided before to hire
some professional painters and they had done miracles for the place with the
new paint and colours, being a nice baby blue, with the furniture going
perfectly with it. I was really pleased after we had re- arranged
everything, and Trini decorated the place with some nice artwork and flowers
which we had also got on that day, and we had even picked out a beautiful
new carpet, that did cost me an arm and two legs.



After it was all done, I had no doubt that Trini would make a great interior
decorator one day, and felt glad that I had given him a chance to show his
skill, and after the hours we spent together, I felt more comfortable with
him being around me, and was starting to like him a little more. He was a
great kid with a lot of talent, and a lot going for him.
"So, you are coming to my birthday party right?" I asked him.
"Sure, it sounds like a lot of fun. I'd love to come, but I think I'm coming
down with something."
"What's the matter? You have a headache or something?" I began to get a bit
worried.
"Nope, not that. It's just that I'm beginning to feel some fever and a cold
coming on."
On hearing this I got a bit worried. I didn't know what to say as I felt
responsible for making him sick, since I was the one who had brought him out
here to my beach house and made him help me with the decorating. He was
really starting to look a little pale, even though he was brown skinned. The
phone rang and it was Kelly calling to say that she had a shoot starting
early tomorrow and would stay with a friend as she was there now and was
tired, and as the friend's place was close to the shoots location, it would
be more practicable to stay there.





So she stayed there and I proposed to Trini to spend the night at my place
if he wanted to. I had spare clothes that would fit him from the clothes
that I had bought for Remo ages ago, when I thought he would be staying with
me and the thought of Remo had now no effect on me, even though I wondered
sometimes what it would have been like, had we even started anything
together.



Trini refused my offer at first, but I kept on insisting until he finally
gave in, although very reluctantly.



Looking tired, I told him to go upstairs and run himself a bath, and I would
order some dinner, as it was early evening and we were both very hungry. I
even put on a DVD, and he watched it while I got some work done on my
laptop. I had gotten him a big blanket and he was all tucked up on the couch
with it, with some hot tea as well. It was getting late now and when I
checked on him after finishing some work on my laptop and making some
business calls to Europe, I found that he was looking a bit worse, and his
fever had gotten higher. I called a good friend and she said to just give
him tea, and some pills, and make sure he was comfortable. She also
recommended some soup for him. So I actually felt good, that he had stayed
over and that I could take care of him



I told him that I'd make some soup, well soup out of a packet, but that
would be good, and that I'd give him a pill after which would help. He
thanked me and asked me if he wasn't keeping me up. I said no, that it was
no problem. He looked extremely sweet and helpless there, and as I finished
the soup and put on another DVD for him, I got a feeling of pure joy and
happiness, just being there with him. It was a documentary about marine
life. He was interested in watching it, and I'd never seen it. It was
actually Kelly's, and it was quite soothing, as it was about dolphins.



The moon was full tonight, and there was a beautiful breeze blowing, nice
and cool which came through the window and gave the room some fresh air. I
sat down next to Trini on the large sofa with the soup. He thanked me and
took it from my hand as I offered it, but he looked so weak, that I took it
back, and something amazing happened. I told him to keep cool, and took him
in my arms.







My huge bodybuilder guns holding him now, his head gently resting on my
chest, with me feeding him the soup. I couldn't help but kiss his forehead,
and hold him tight. He made no objections at all, and was like a baby in my
arms, just enjoying the warmth and safety. I enjoyed his scent, the smell of
the apple shampoo he used in my bathroom, and the softness of his skin. We
cuddled with the softness of a symphony created by pale moonlight on a
desert island, listened to by lovers watching for whales by the seashore and
feeling the holiness and sacredness of their love.


In that instant I felt something amazing, as if this being in my arms was
relying on me to watch over and protect him. That was sacred, and when he
finished the soup, he yawned and fell on my lap, lying down on the couch
with his head resting on my crotch area against my stomach. I felt his
breathing, and lifted him up with the blanket. Holding him in my arms,
making sure he was warm and I took him upstairs to my room and lay him down
on my big bed, with the windows open and the gentle California air blowing
into the room, caressing both of us, and making this bedtime scene the more
romantic as it was fast approaching midnight, and lovers everywhere were
going to bed, only we weren't lovers.



He was almost half asleep on my large bed and I turned of the lights,
brushed my teeth, removed my clothes except for my boxers and got into bed
with him. I could feel him sweating out the fever now and knew I had done a
good job at helping him get over it, he turned his head to my chest, and I
clutched him tight in my arms. His t- shirt was getting wet with his sweat,
so I pulled it off gently along with the blue jeans he was wearing. I
couldn't help myself, and decided to go all the way and pulled off his
underwear, and felt his body, his cock, his ass and asshole. I could feel
him resisting a bit, but I just told him to hush and sleep as I slipped
under his covers too, with my upper body uncovered by the sheets, and all of
his body tucked inside as I didn't want him to get cold.



He left it to me and trusted me, so I kept my boxers on and clutched him
tight and fingered his hole. But I had to come, as my balls were full and I
really wanted to explode. So I slid my boxers off and gently pressed the
head of my dick against his boyhole, and sliding it up and down against the
rim of his hole till I finally came. It felt amazing, all that warmth
exploding, and I dipped my finger down and scooped up some cum, and gently
pushed it into his mouth cleaning out his hole like that. He made some
little moans, and I kissed his forehead and cheeks again, and out of the
blue I said, `sleep tight little bro.' He turned to me and smothered his
head against my chest and that was all I needed him to do, so that I knew
that he felt exactly about me as I felt about him. We could have been two
lovers on an island that night. I didn't want to think about anything else,
except about the two of us lying there on my bed while the birds flew on
about their business on this Californian night.