Date: Sun, 18 Jul 1999 16:27:12 PDT
From: Carson Keeler <carson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tim and Me

My roommate Tim was forever going around the apartment in underwear
and sometimes even less. When we first hooked up together I thought it
was kind of neat, his being so uninhibited like that, and besides,
even though I am straight, I have to admit he has a pretty good looking
body. I became comfortable with his nudity and near nudity and as a
result became less inhibited myself, occasionally hanging out in briefs,
although I never relaxed to the extent of going fully nude. He found it
amusing and a few times he teased me about it. When he saw that his
teasing embarrassed me, he said I had a good looking body and that I
shouldn't be so shy. Nevertheless, it was the way I was brought up. He
accepted that and didn't mention the subject again. He was as cool about
my having clothes on as I was about him being naked.

That, of course, changed. There wouldn't be much of a story to tell if it
didn't change. One night we while were watching Jeopardy his girlfriend
called. In the midst of his sotto voce conversation with her, he would
occasionally provide a response to one of the clues on the television. One
of his responses was wrong and I when I turned to him to correct him, I
turned scarlet. He was sitting in the armchair, one leg up on the cushion,
the other stretched out on the ottoman, and between his legs I could see
that he had a raging hardon which he was absently playing with. I was
sprawled on the sofa in a pair of briefs, briefs that were suddenly full
of my own hardening cock. Needless to say, my heart was pounding like a
trip hammer and I thought I was going to die, all of which served only to
make me harder and harder.

He said something to his girlfriend and chuckled, then winked at me. I had
the impression that he was making a joke that was over her head and that
I should have gotten. But I couldn't. I was too horny and too mortified.
I wanted to go to my bedroom and jerk off, or to the bathroom and have a
cold shower, but I was afraid that if I stood the state of my erection
would be too evident. While he was talking he leaned forward to open the
cigarette tin that lay on the magazine table. He was trying to roll a joint
and talk at the same time, but it was impossible so he cupped a hand over
the mouthpiece of the phone and asked me to do the honors. I was slow in
responding so he handed me the receiver and said, "Here, Carson, talk to
her for a bit while I roll one."

I said hello and she lighted right in. "Carson, Tim and I were supposed
to go to a play tonight but he said something just came up."

I thought immediately of a couple of things that had come up. Nevertheless
I lamely replied "Yeah, yeah. Something came up," looking to Tim for
guidance. He leaned close to my unoccupied ear and whispered, "Work. Tons
of paper. New account."

"Yeah, yeah. New account at work, lots of papers here. Tim's busy with
some paperwork right now." Actually, Tim had finished the paperwork and
was lighting it up. He took a puff then exchanged joint for receiver. 
He apologized profusely to her and suggested she go with her friend
Susan. The remainder of the conversation came out as blah blah blah
talk to tomorrow... blah blah blah... night night honey... blah. By
which time of course I had taken several tokes and was completely wasted.
I handed him back the joint as he put down the receiver.

"I am in deep shit," he said, smiling anyways, "But there was no fucking
way I was going to see a play about the founding of Upper Canada." He
took a deep toke on the joint. "Just my luck, someday I'll qualify for
Jeopardy and the final Jeopardy clue will be about the Plains of
Abraham."

It sounded pretty funny when he said it and we both laughed, but I
caught myself short when I realized how ridiculous it was. I looked at
him and said "NOT!!!" which sent us into another bout of laughter. Still
laughing he stood, and went to get himself a drink. "You want something?"
he asked. I was staring at his firm ass and his raging hardon, the tip
glistening with cum.

"Gin," I said, breathlessly. I wanted to take off my briefs but felt it
would be too provocative if I did it while his back was turned. When
he came back with the drinks and had settled back into his armchair, I
stood, knees shaking, and doffed my briefs, then flopped back down on the
sofa. I tried to be casual about it but felt very clumsy.

"That's more like it," he said, grinning broadly. "Here, I'll supertoke
you," he offered, taking a long drag on the joint then leaning close to
me, lips pursed and exhaling into my mouth. As I sucked the stream of
smoke it felt like I was slipping into a vortex and I came to the neat
realisation that whatever we did from that point on didn't matter because
we would have the protective excuse of having been gloriously stoned when
we did it. I let my lips brush his and suddenly my cock was charged to
the point where it shot a spurt of precum. He then shook my ankle and
said, "C'mere," He stood, motioning me to follow him as he led the way
to his bedroom.  I froze at the doorway, my heart racing, my breath
quickening. It felt like the moment of anticipation before plunging into
an icy pool or as if an invisible barrier prevented me from going forward.
I sheepishly looked down and saw that my throbbing cock had already
crossed that barrier. Tim was rummaging around in his dresser and came
up with a bottle of baby oil.

"Just the thing!" he said, triumphantly. He squirted some on his cock
and rubbed it in then came over to me. My hands were braced on the door
jamb, I was actually white knuckling it, so Tim just squirted some
of the oil directly on my cock. It felt so good that there was no way
I was going to object, even when he began stroking me. My jaw dropped
and I let out a groan as a long glob of cum splashed onto his forearm.

"Cool!" he said, maintaining his grip on my cock.

"Oh, fuck!" said I, placing my hands on his shoulders to brace myself.
I had a lot more cum to shoot and my pelvis was thrusting, longing to
feel the rough stroke of his hand. 

"Y'know, you're fucking my hand, Cars," he said with a satisfied grin.

"Christ almighty, Tim, you've got me so fucking horny." I was whispering
hoarsely right into his ear. "Yeah, Tim, yeah. Sliding my cock into your
tight fist. Fucking you, Tim. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

His free hand reached round to my buttocks. Slick with baby oil it slid
along my crack. "How horny are you, Cars?" he asked, slipping a couple of
fingers into my asshole. "You like my ass?" he asked. "You want to fuck
me? ...or maybe you'd like to GET fucked." I relaxed the rhythm of my
thrusting into his jacking hand, letting the fingers of his other hand
penetrate deeper into my ass. When he reached my prostate and began
stroking it I let out a guttural moan.

"Don't come," he said. "I don't want you to cum until you feel me shooting
my load up your ass." I didn't say anything but he must have seen the
longing ooze from me so he led me to the bed. I lay down on my back, facing
him, hooking my legs over his shoulders, arching forward to see the massive
erection, glistening with baby oil and precum that would soon be deep inside
of me, thrusting. He ran his hands along my pecs and shoulders, gripping me
as if making sure I was solid and longing to have him fuck me. His cock
poked at my asshole, the tip penetrating. I relaxed and looked up into his
eyes, glazing over as his cock began the slow inexorable invasion of my ass.

"Ohh, man!! this feels good," he said. "You're so fucking hot and tight,
Carson." I felt his torso pressed against my ass when he was all the way
in, then he pushed some more as he let loose some precum. I had heard him
making out with his girlfriend and it had always amused me to hear the
way he enthused vocally while having sex, but having him right on top of
me, his cock buried in my ass, his body crushing mine and all the while
telling me how great it felt to be fucking me, was an amazing turn-on. I
wanted to hear more of his sexy babble so I squeezed my butt muscles
round his shaft. "MMMMmmm," he said, "You're gonna make me blow my load
real quick."  I grinned up at him and writhed my butt, luxuriating in the
feel of his cock in my ass. "Oh Yeah!!" he said, "Fucking amazing!!" and
he started pumping his cock inside of me in short sharp thrusts.

"yeah..." I said weakly, my entire body blushing, betraying my enthusiasm.
I found myself wanting to meet his every thrust in equal measure, and then,
unbidden, my body responded, pounding back on his cock, feeling his balls
slapping against my ass. We were fucking full throttle. "I'm cumming!" I
said breathlessly, my entire body taut. "Shoot that fucking load into me
while I'm cumming!!" I said, my asshole throbbing round his cock. He drew
his cock out to the tip then rammed it inside of me, his face a mask of
fierce concentration. Three times, he pumped his spurting cock deep into
my ass, moaning with ecstacy as he came. The orgasm that was welling up
inside of me let loose. After he was spent I kept humping his cock, driving
him wild while long gobs of cum spurted out of my cock which was pressed
snugly between our abs. I held his body tightly and my mouth closed over
his, my tongue finding his tongue, exploring his mouth. His body relaxed
then suddenly tightened and he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth I
realised that he was signaling that I had brought him off again. Finally,
sated and spent we separated, our abs and chests soaked with my cum.

"Man you had a big load," he said, smiling. We finished the evening off with
another drink and another joint, obliterating the last vestige of uneasiness
we might have had about fucking. It has been about six months since we fucked
and though I remain by and large straight, my main fantasy when I'm jacking
off is about that night, and often when he's going around the apartment in
the nude I long to do it again. And lately he's gotten into the habit of
boldly flashing a hardon at me when he's naked so I know, sometime soon.