The following story contains material of a sexually graphic nature,
specifically between consenting adult males.  If you find it offensive, or
feel this type of material has no place on the web, what the hell are you
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This story is dedicated to C.

GYM RAT

by Russell S.


Jay and Will had gone to school together for the last year and a half.
Will had moved to the small rural district in the middle of his junior
year.  Jay had gone to school there all his life.  They knew each other
from classes together and extracirricular activities, but not well enough
either one would consider the other a close friend.  High school had come
to an end for the boys in May and they graduated with the other 75 kids in
their class.  They went their separate ways with little or no concern for
each other.  Fate would soon step in and correct that.

Jay knew from the age of 15 he liked boys.  Girls were OK, but it wasn't
the same.  He joined the basketball and track teams in part so he could be
in the locker room with all those other guys in various states of undress.
He had perfected the art of looking a guy over without making it seem
obvious.  No one had ever challenged him about staring at somebody's
package or butt.  He made mental notes about all the guys on the teams;
their hair color, their height, weight, and the size of their cocks and
balls.  At night when he would stroke himself and go over the images in his
head, he sometimes would have to think twice to connect the right dick to
the right face.  It was a game he played almost every night, and sometimes
in the morning before school, if he had time.  He didn't always get it
right, but he had fun trying and he knew he could look again at the next
practice and sort them out.  One of the guys he noted was Will.

Will moved into town and started school in mid-year.  That wasn't so
unusual, but anybody moving into town instead of away was always cause for
speculation.  In Will's case, the speculation grew into wild rumors.  He
never tried to correct anyone's guess as to why he had come to school
there, so any guess was as good as another.  There was the one about him
killing his parents and moving here to avoid arrest in another state.  Or
the one about getting his girlfriend pregnant and having to leave so her
father wouldn't force him to marry her.  Neither was true, but no
explanation was offered of the real reason.  He stayed pretty quiet and
kept to himself most of the time.  His grades were good and he played well
in the sports programs.  But his secret remained locked away.

Jay's grades were good enough, and he tested high enough, to be excepted at
the college of his choice.  A small, private, liberal arts college about
200 miles from home.  His parents had insisted that he go in order to get a
better education than they had received.  They didn't want him hanging
around the dead-end town and accepting a less-than-fulfilling job just to
scrape by.  He hadn't decided what course of study to take, so all his
first semester classes were freshman requirements.  He moved into the dorm
just before Labor Day weekend.  Orientation was on Saturday, and classes
would start on Tuesday.  He didn't have a car; couldn't afford it.  His
parents had drove him up, unloaded his stuff, and left to get back home
before it got dark.  They were concerned for their son and hoped he could
take care of himself.  He told them everything would be fine.  And so far,
after half a day, it was.  The room was set up as a double and he knew he
would have a roommate.  Jay didn't have any brothers or sisters, so the
thought of actually living with someone else his own age was exciting to
him.  He didn't expect anything much to happen with anybody, he was too shy
to initiate anything on his own.  The only thing that crossed his mind was
adding another dick to his mental collection.  About three o'clock in the
afternoon, he heard the knob turn on the door and turned to see a guy,
apparently his roommate, standing at the door holding a large box full of
clothes.  Behind him stood a girl holding even more clothes.  "Hi, I'm
Brian.  This is Tanya, my girlfriend.  You must be my roommie."  "I'm Jay,"
he answered. "Let me help you."  Jay's first impression of Brian was not
good.  He was dressed in what Jay considered very sloppy clothes.  The
jeans looked three times too big, they dragged the ground, and the t-shirt
he wore bore the logo of some band Jay had never heard of.  He reeked of
cigarette smoke and displayed a bad attempt at growing a goatee.  The only
thing Jay took any interest in was the earring.  A single gold hoop set in
the right ear.  Jay didn't know any boys with earrings back home.  Jay
followed Brian and the girl up and down the stairs during three trips to
empty the car.  After it was unloaded, Jay returned upstairs to the room
and surveyed the piles of stuff Brian had brought with him.  CDs, tapes,
stereo equipment, clothes, clothes, and more clothes.  He already was
wondering if he could tolerate Brian for a whole year.  He watched out the
window as Brian and the girl held each other, kissed, and talked, saying
goodbye at least a dozen times.  After at least thirty minutes the girl got
in the car and drove away.  Brian returned to the room.

Jay was sitting on his bed when Brian returned.  "Man, Jay, I didn't know I
was bringing so much shit."  Jay had wondered the same thing an hour
earlier.  "Which bed do you want?" asked Brian as he moved about the room
digging through piles.  Jay wondered if Brian was stupid, too.  "I'll just
keep the one I'm sitting on," he finally said.  Brian looked up. "Oh, yeah,
man.  You already claimed that one."  Brian continued his digging, not
actually putting anything away, just re-sorting the piles.  Little
conversation passed between them.  Maybe, thought Jay, I'll get used to it.
Jay got up and left the room to use the toilet in the communal bathroom
down the hall.  When he returned, the blast of smoke when he opened the
door almost knocked him down.  "What are you doing in here?" Jay asked,
annoyed, waving his hand in front of his face.  Brian looked up, the
cigarette stuck between his lips, ash falling to the carpet.  "Do you mind,
man? Like, I can go out in the hall or something," Brian replied, taking
the offender from his mouth.  "I don't like smoke, it bothers my head,"
explained Jay.  He had always been sensitive to cigarettes, cigars, even
burning leaves.  "I'll try not to smoke when you're around, man," said
Brian, "but, god, I'm addicted to 'em."  Oh, great, thought Jay.  Just what
I want to come home to.  "I'll let you work on putting away your stuff,"
Jay said, heading toward the door.  "I'm going for a walk to look around a
little."  "Cool," was Brian's only word.

Jay walked over the relatively small campus.  He admired the old buildings
and shaded sidewalks that made up the school grounds.  He also wondered
about Brian.  His roommate was not what Jay had envisioned.  Reality had
kicked fantasy in the ass again.  He didn't know if he could stay in there
with a guy like that.  They were complete opposites.  Jay wasn't attracted
to him even a little.  He wasn't even cute, Jay thought to himself.  After
about an hour, Jay found himself in front of the student health facility.
It offered gym equipment and a basketball court for the students to use on
their free time.  It also had an indoor pool.  He didn't want to go back to
the room yet, so he went inside to check out the facilities.  He walked
through the court area, which was empty, and then to the adjoining pool.
It, too, was empty.  The water seemed warm to his touch and he thought
about going for his suit, but decided he didn't want to go all the way back
to the dorm.  Just then he heard a large clanging sound.  He thought it
sounded like a weight stack being dropped.  He didn't know anyone else was
in the building, but wanted to find out.  Moving back across the court, he
found the weight room entrance and opened the door.  Across the room,
laying on a bench on his back, was a guy working out.  He was doing bench
presses, and Jay could not see his face.  From his initial look, though,
Jay saw something he liked.  The guy was pressing about 150 pounds, and had
on tight shorts that showed a definite bulge.  Jay stood at the door
watching as the guy repeated the lift five or six times, straining on the
last one.  Setting the bar onto the support, the guy started to raise up.
Jay began to back out of the door so he wouldn't get caught staring, when
he thought he recognized a familiar face.  Instead of leaving, Jay walked
back in and let the door shut loud enough to get the guy's attention.  He
looked up in Jay's direction and paused a moment.  "Will?" called Jay, "Is
that you?"  It was.  "Jay, what are you doing here?" quizzed Will, wiping
the sweat off his forehead.  "I'm going to school here, that's what," Jay
answered.  "I didn't know anyone else from school was going to be coming
here.  I wish I had known."  "I didn't know either," said Will.  "Actually,
I picked this school because I thought no one I knew would be going here,"
he added.  "Why?" asked Jay, wondering if some of the old rumors were true.
"Uh, no reason, I guess," returned Will, hesitating.  "Can you spot me
another set, Jay?" Will asked after a short silence.  "I was going to ask
if you needed any help.  You shouldn't be doing this alone," said Jay.  He
was glad to help.  At least there was one person from home he could see
once in a while.  And right now that person was looking pretty good.  Jay
moved over the end of the bench, just behind Will's head.  Will took the
bar and began his reps.  His muscles strained against the material of his
t-shirt and Jay could swear the bulge in Will's shorts grew bigger with
each push.  Jay tried to mentally sort his catalog of dicks, wanting to
match one to Will, but couldn't remember exactly what it looked like.
Finally, Will gave out and Jay helped lift the bar back into place.
"Thanks, man," Will said.  "Maybe next time we can work out together.
It'll be just like high school."  Jay thought that sounded like a good idea
and said as much.  Will continued the conversation.  "What are you doing
for supper?"  "I hadn't give it much thought," Jay replied.  "Why don't I
clean up and we can go find a place to eat," suggested Will.  "Great,"
agreed Jay, "I won't have to deal with my roommate until later."  "What is
that about?" inquired Will.  "I'll tell you over supper," Jay said,
smiling.

Will led the way into the locker room.  Jay looked around at the rows of
metal boxes, tiled floor, and benches down the middle of each row.  Will
had disappeared around the corner back toward the showers.  Jay walked
toward the sound of the opening locker door.  When Jay turned the corner,
Will had already pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head and was removing
his shoes and socks.  Jay stared at the boy as he removed his clothes,
piling them on the bench in front of the locker.  Will glanced at Jay as he
took hold of the waist of his shorts, and began to pull them down his
strong legs.  "I can wait outside for you," Jay said quickly when he
realized Will was looking back at him.  "What for?" asked Will, "I'll be
ready in about five minutes.  You can wait right here."  Jay thought to
himself if Will doesn't care, I certainly don't.  "OK," he answered, taking
a seat on the bench.  Jay, slightly embarrassed, but wanting to see Will
naked, glanced away as Will pulled the shorts off and then removed his
jockeys.  Will seemed unconcerned standing buck naked with another guy only
three feet away.  But after all, it was a locker room.  Will grabbed his
towel and walked towards the shower.  Jay followed him as he walked,
watching the muscles in his butt shift and contract with each step.  Jay
felt his dick twitch just slightly.  He was getting a little nervous.  All
the times he had looked at guys in high school, it had been just a sly
peek, and nothing more.  Now, he was practically staring a hole through
Will, watching his every move.  Will had not seemed to notice the
attention.  As Jay continued to watch, Will moved beneath the spray of a
shower head, wetting his body from head to toe.  Jay could not believe his
luck.  Will could have chosen any of the numerous nozzels lining the walls
just above his head within the communal stall, but he had picked one right
in the middle of the back wall, giving Jay a full view of the entire scene.
Jay had to watch as Will began to lather his chest and legs.  This was the
best thing Jay had ever seen.  A private party with a cute guy, naked and
wet, not twenty feet from where he sat.  Will continued his bathing ritual,
still either unaware or unconcerned with Jay.  Jay had now begun to take in
the effect of Will's dick, in sharp contrast to the dark nest of curly hair
bristled along both sides and around the base.  A line of hair continued up
to Will's belly button.  Jay thought that was sexy as hell.  Without fully
realizing it, Jay was getting harder by the second.  Only when he became
really uncomfortable did he worry about Will seeing his erection when he
returned to the locker.  Jay forced himself to look down at the floor,
hoping his dick would behave itself before Will came out to get dressed.
Jay tried to think of anything that would take his mind off of Will's
shower, finally going back to his roommate.  His dick softened at the
thoughts of the slob back in his room.  When he thought it was safe, Jay
took one last look towards the shower only to see Will leaning backwards
into the spray, hips thrust forward and head thrown back, water cascading
over his head and chest, running in streams off his cock and balls.  "Oh,
Jesus," Jay murmured to himself looking at the incredibly sexy sight before
him.  Will straightened up and shook his head from side to side, sending
droplets of water in all directions, then turned off the water.  Jay
immediately returned his gaze back to the floor.  He didn't want Will to
see him with a hard-on.  Jay heard Will's footsteps, his feet wetly
slapping the floor with each step back to the locker.  "Are you OK, Jay?"
asked Will, pulling his clean clothes from the locker.  "You look kind of
funny."  Jay was sitting slightly bent, hands on his knees, staring at the
floor, and breathing rapidly.  "No, I'm fine.  I'm OK," Jay squeaked.
"Let's go eat."  Will dressed while Jay continued looking in every
direction but his.  Will looked at Jay a few times while he pulled on his
clothes.  Jay refused to look at Will until he heard the locker slam shut.
What Jay had failed to see was Will grinning from ear to ear.

Jay and Will found a pizza joint close by campus and ate their fill at the
nightly buffet.  They talked about high school, other guys on their teams,
a little about girls, and about their upcoming college classes.  They were
both excited about getting started.  Jay also relayed the story of his
roommate and his impression of the young man.  He also confided in Will his
reservations about living with a guy like that.  Will had not met his
roommate yet.  He had left the dorm for the weight room before anyone had
showed up and had not yet returned.  The two finished their supper, walked
back to campus and stopped outside Jay's dorm.  "Orientation is only like
half a day tomorrow," said Will.  "When we're done, why don't we meet up at
the gym?"  "That would be great," said Jay, "I'll see you there."  Will
turned and headed toward his own dorm.  Jay slowly made his way into his
building, his attention now focused on what to do about Brian.

When Jay opened the door to his room and stepped inside, Brian was gone,
but the signs of his presence were everywhere.  The piles of clothing were
exactly where they had been almost three hours ago.  The whole room smelled
like an ashtray.  Jay was disgusted with how things were turning out.  He
had visions of how college life was supposed to be, and this scene was not
one of them.  To sit down, Jay threw the few items Brian had picked up and
laid on the chair back onto the floor.  He pulled off his shoes, placing
them under his bed.  He turned on the small TV he had brought with him and
found a channel that had something he could watch until bedtime.  He
relaxed best he could, but the smell of smoke continually reminded him of
Brian's nuisance.

About two hours later, Jay decided to turn in.  Brian was still nowhere to
be found, but Jay didn't really care.  In fact, he didn't care if Brian
never came back.  Undressed and in bed, Jay slowly fell asleep thinking
alternately of Brian and Will.  He liked Will.  He hated Brian.  Around
midnight a commotion at the door woke Jay out of his light sleep.  Keys
jingling, cursing, and general noise told him Brian was trying to unlock
the door.  Just as Jay had decided to get up and open the door before Brian
broke it, the door flew open, the knob denting the wall as the two surfaces
collided.  "Fucking keys," slurred Brian as he stumbled into the room,
failing to shut the door after he had entered.  Carefully negotiating the
heaps of junk covering most of the floor, Brian made his way over to his
bed, falling onto the mattress when he thought he was close enough.  About
half his body landed on the mattress, the other half missing entirely,
pulling his dead weight onto the floor.  "Fuck!" yelled Brian into the
dark.  Jay had watched the whole scene unfold.  He could now add "drunk" to
the list of lables he had for Brian.  Jay threw back his covers, got out of
bed, walked to the door and closed it.  Brian was still on the floor next
to his bed, struggling to stand up.  Jay moved over to where Brian lay and
reached down to help him up.  After grabbing one arm, he reached around
Brian's chest to pull him off the floor.  About half way up, Brian slung
his free arm into the dark, yelling at Jay, "Get off me you faggot!  Stay
the fuck away from me!"  Jay was stunned.  He immediately let go of his
roommate allowing him to fall back to the floor.  The first question in his
mind was how did Brian know?  Jay had never said anything to anybody, had
never approached anyone, now his drunk roommate, who he had not exchanged a
hundred words with, had him pegged as queer.  Jay tensed at the thought of
being found out.  College hadn't even officially started and it was
crashing down around him.  He moved back to his own bed and climbed beneath
the covers, afraid of the future.  To hell with Brian, he thought.  After a
few minutes, Jay could hear Brian breathing low and regular, asleep on the
floor.  Jay himself didn't fall asleep for at least an hour.

Morning came too soon.  Jay had slept fitfully, tossing all night.  Brian,
it appeared, had never moved from his position halfway under his bed.  Jay
got up, performed his morning ritual of showering and getting dressed, and
leaving Brian passed out in the room, left for breakfast at the cafeteria
and the first of several orientation sessions.  Jay spotted Will during the
morning, but Will seemed engaged in conversation with a couple of other
young men, and Jay didn't want to interrupt.  He sat by himself listening
as the orientation speakers droned on and on.  By lunch time, Jay had had
his fill of student leaders, faculty members, and administrators repeat
virtually the same information over and over.  Thank god this didn't go on
all day, he thought to himself.  When he had finished his lunch Jay was on
his way out of the cafeteria when someone touched his shoulder from behind.
Turning around, he saw it was Will, smiling.  "You ready to hit the
weights, gym rat?" Will teased.  That was what the guys in high school used
to refer to themselves as during workouts and practices.  Jay smiled back,
"Wouldn't miss it.  Let me get my stuff and I'll meet you there."  "Great,"
said Will.  "Jay, I asked a couple of other guys to join us.  Is that OK
with you?"  "Sure, no problem," Jay replied.  Secretly, he had wanted to
get Will by himself again, but he had no way of telling him that without
raising questions.  He would have to make due with the extra company.

Fifteen minutes later, Jay had his shorts, t-shirt, shoes, and everything
else he thought he might need bagged up and was walking towards the health
facilities.  He had found Brian in the dorm bathroom, barfing his guts up.
You deserve it, thought Jay, offering no help this time.  He entered the
building and went straight to the locker room.  Will and the two others
were already there, just beginning to change.  Will introduced the two boys
as Tony and Paul.  They were freshmen as well, both having gone to high
school together and then becoming roommates at college.  Jay sensed a
closeness between Tony and Paul, but he couldn't quite decide what it was.
As he and Will talked back and forth about the morning activities, Jay
noticed several times one or the other of them looking at him and Will,
then whispering something between them.  They had helped each other with
their clothes, Tony even tying Paul's shoelaces.  When all four were
dressed and ready, they moved into the weight room and started their sets.
Jay and Will spotted for each other, while Tony and Paul did the same.  Jay
thought Paul and Tony spent an awful lot of time looking at each other in
the mirrors that lined one wall of the weight room.  He and Will made small
talk, not paying too much attention to the other two boys.  After about an
hour, they were all playing out.  Jay and Will had worked up a good sweat,
while Tony and Paul were barely damp.  Deciding they had all had enough,
Will looked around the group and stated, "OK, boys, let's hit the showers."
Paul looked at Tony and raised his eyebrows, causing Tony to giggle.  Jay
didn't know what that was about, but he was excited about the showers as
well.  The chance to see Will naked again, but this time, he would be naked
as well.  He would have to be extra careful in scoping out Will's butt and
cock.  And, god knows, he couldn't get hard this time.

All four young men stripped quickly, grabbed their towels, and walked to
the showers.  Tony and Paul took their places in one corner of the tiled
enclosure, while Will moved in the opposite direction.  Jay selected a
nozzle about three down from Will.  He had watched Will's fantastic ass
again as they walked to the showers and wanted to maintain a good vantage
point from which to watch the activites of his friend.  Jay forced himself
to look away more often than the day before to ensure his dick would behave
itself.  Water splashed, shampoo was applied, soap was lathered up.  Every
so often Jay would sneak a peek at Will's butt or his dick, whichever was
in view.  Will seemed not to notice Jay at all, which disappointed Jay a
little bit.  He had made no attempt to look down to the corner at the other
two.  Just as Jay was about to take a good look at Will as he rinsed out
his hair, he heard a strange noise coming from the corner.  Turning his
head, there stood Paul, arms raised facing the wall, with Tony behind him
rubbing Paul's shoulders, back and butt, sliding up and down the
soap-covered flesh.  The noise had been Paul's moaning.  Then Jay saw it.
Tony's cock, full and hard, standing up from his groin.  Jay just stood
there unbelieving.  The first hard cock he had ever seen besides his own.
His own dick pulsed in response to the sight.  Then he realized Paul was
hard, too.  "Shit!" thought Jay, "How far are these guys going to go right
here in front of us?"  His concentration broken by the sight before him,
Jay had not realized Will was looking at him.  Suddenly, he remembered Will
standing not five feet away.  He turned his head, catching Will's eyes
staring right at him.  He looked away momentarily, only to find Will still
staring at him every time he looked back.  By now Tony and Paul were
carrying on quite actively.  Tony's hands caressed Paul's back and butt,
while Tony's cock rubbed seductively against his leg.  Jay couldn't believe
it.  These two guys were actually making out right there in the shower.
Will's voice broke the silence.  "Do you like the show, Jay?" Will asked.
"You knew this was going to happen?" Jay returned the question.  "I asked
Tony and Paul if they would mind helping us out," stated Will.  "What do
you mean?" asked Jay, bewildered at the whole turn of events.  "Jay," began
Will, "I saw you looking at me yesterday.  In fact I've seen you check out
every guy on the team back in high school.  You didn't know that, did you?"
Jay was without words.  All this time he thought nobody knew the game he
played.  But somebody did, and he was being confronted.  Jay looked back at
the couple in the corner, water splashing their bodies as they writhed
together against the wall.  "I don't know...," Jay said quietly.  "You
don't have to say anything," Will stated, "Your dick is speaking loud and
clear."  Jay looked down at his swollen cock, wet, hard and throbbing.
Then he felt Will's hand on his shoulder.  A strong shudder went through
his body and he thought for a second he would fall.  But Will was right
there, his arms around his shoulders now, hugging him gently.  Jay turned
his head and looked into Will's eyes, only inches from his own.  His mouth
opened, but no sound came out.  This was happening so fast, he didn't have
time to think about it.  His dick was pounding.  His heart was racing.
"It's OK," Will assured him.  "I want to be with you."  Jay turned his head
back to the other couple, now facing each other, mouths sealed together,
hands roaming indescriminently, cocks pressed together between them.
Will's hands were sliding over Jay's chest and stomach.  Will moved in and
kissed his neck.  Impossibly, Jay felt himself grow even harder.  "This
can't be real," Jay said softly.  "It's very real, Jay," whispered Will
into Jay's ear, kissing and gently biting the lobe.  "Let me show you what
reality is."

With all the sensations running over his body and through his head, Jay
couldn't stand it anymore and reached for his cock.  The hard, yet soft,
organ felt comfortably familiar in his hand.  "No, Jay," Will spoke, "let
me do that."  Will placed his hand over the top of Jay's, taking up the
rhythm Jay had begun.  Slowly, Will's hand took over and Jay let go.  Jay's
heart was pounding so hard he could hear it in his head.  Will's hands on
Jay's cock and chest, Will's chest against his back, their legs pressed
together, and the heat from Will's hard cock between the cheeks of his ass
pushed Jay over the edge in seconds.  "OH, SHIT!" Jay said in a loud voice,
barely able to stifle a scream.  The well-known spasm of his orgasm
registered in his brain, but this time felt ten times stronger than ever
before.  Teeth clenched, eyes closed tightly, feeling wave after wave wrack
his body.  Cum flew out into the middle of the shower, shot after shot.
Will was whispering in his ear, saying his name over and over, "Jay. Jay.
That's it, Jay, cum for me."  Intense contractions through his legs, torso,
and arms continued until the last drop of cum fell from the end of cock,
running over Will's hand, to be swept into the drain by the running water.
Jay felt exhausted.  He wanted to slump to the floor of the shower, but
Will held him up.  "That was beautiful," Will said, finally releasing Jay's
still-stiff dick.  Jay couldn't respond.  He was lost in the emotions
erupting in his mind over what had just happened.  Not ever dreaming of
something like this happening to him, he now had to deal with it somewhat
prematurely.  It would take time to sort everything he was feeling into the
right place.  Will still held him in his arms, caressing his chest and
stomach, teasing his nipples.  Jay's cock was still hard, like he had never
cum at all.

Regaining his senses, Jay pulled away from Will.  He was embarrassed about
what had just happened.  No one had ever seen him hard before, let alone
seen him cum.  Now Will, Tony, and Paul had seen everything.  Or Jay
thought they had.  Actually, Tony and Paul had been busy themselves.  Jay
looked back into the opposite corner of the shower.  He couldn't believe
the continued action between the other two boys.  Paul was on his back
getting fucked by Tony.  Neither one acknowledged Jay or Will.  They were
only seeing each other.  Jay's head was on overload.  He moved to the door
of the shower and stepped out, Will close behind.  Jay wrapped his towel
around his waist as he walked to the lockers.  He sat on the bench, going
over the things in his head one more time.  Will sat down beside him.  Will
finally spoke, "Jay, look, I'm sorry if I pushed you into anything you
didn't want to do.  The way you watched me yesterday and watching Tony and
Paul, I thought that's what you wanted."  Jay sat looking at the floor,
hearing Will's words.  He answered him in a low voice, "It is what I
wanted, but I didn't know it was going to happen today.  You just surprised
me, that's all."  "No more surprises, then," Will said.  "From now on, I'll
tell you what's going on."  Will had placed his hand on Jay's and was now
holding it against the bench.  Jay liked the comforting feeling of Will's
touch, and his dick stirred under the towel.  Will saw the rising
terrycloth and grinned at Jay.  "I think you might have a surprise for me,"
Will suggested.  Jay blushed brightly at the attention he was getting from
Will again.  Will slid a little closer to Jay on the bench.  "Jay," he
asked, "did you see what Tony and Paul were doing?"  "Yes," Jay answered.
"I don't want you to be surprised when I ask you this," Will continued.  "I
want us to do that.  If you don't want to, it's OK."  Jay tensed at the
suggestion.  He didn't want to get fucked, not now.  Will seemed to sense
his apprehension.  "Not you, silly," Will smiled, "me. I want you to fuck
me."  Jay looked at Will.  Jay wasn't sure, but his dick was.  The towel
was completely tented.  "I've never done it," Jay confessed, looking away,
embarrassed at his lack of experience.  "That's OK," Will assured him.
"I'll tell you what to do."

Will opened his locker and took out a small bottle.  He stepped back,
straddling the bench, and handed the bottle to Jay.  "Grease my hole," he
told Jay matter-of-factly.  Will bent over at the waist and grabbed the
sides of the bench with both hands.  Jay just stood there, holding the
bottle, his hard cock pushing out the towel he still wore.  "Um,..." Jay
stammered, "I think you should do it."  Will looked back and realized Jay
was unsure how to proceed.  "OK, I'll do it this time.  Pay attention,"
Will instructed.  He raised up and took the bottle from Jay.  Flipping the
cap open, Will squeezed some clear gel onto his fingers.  He sat the bottle
down, then reached around with both hands.  With one hand he pulled his ass
cheeks apart, with the other he began to apply the lube to his own hole.
Smearing his crack, he began with one finger up his ass, stroking in and
out.  He soon added a second finger.  "See, Jay?" Will asked the young
pupil, who was staring intently at Will's asshole.  "You just lube it up
and stretch it open a little."  Finally, a third finger was pushed inside
and Will began to make some noise.  Low grunts and moans, similar to what
Jay had heard in the shower from Tony and Paul.  "Squirt some of this on
your cock," said Will, handing the bottle back to Jay.  "And take off that
towel.  You need to be naked."  Jay pulled the towel off and let it drop to
the bench.  Squeezing the bottle, he drizzled a line of lube over the head
of his cock and down the shaft, feeling the coolness of the slick liquid on
his hot flesh.  "Ok, I'm ready," he informed his partner.  Will returned to
his bent position and turned his head back to look at Jay.  "Now push your
cock up my butt and fuck me."  Jay, trembling, took his cock in his hand
and moved into position behind Will.  Taking a deep breath and trying to
relax, he touched his cockhead to Will's pucker.  The immediate feeling of
heat sent a shock through Jay's body.  He stood, ready to penetrate, but
not moving.  Will encouraged him in a low, soft voice, "Go on, do it.  Fuck
me."  Jay let go of his inhibitions and pushed hard, sinking into Will's
butter-soft chamber all the way to his balls.  "Ahhh!" Will sounded, "Hold
it there.  Let me get used to it."  Jay tried to stay still, but the
feelings in his cock wouldn't allow it.  He squirmed around, pushing,
pulling, moving side to side.  "It's OK now," Will said after about a
minute.  "Do it, Jay.  Fuck my ass."  Jay complied, beginning with short
strokes in and out.  Getting more into it, he started to lengthen his
withdrawals and pushing back in faster.  Without warning, his slippery cock
was expelled by Will's contracting muscles.  "Shit. I'm sorry," Jay
apologized.  "Just put it back in," Will said.  "Don't pull out so far.
Keep your strokes shorter, but go faster."  Quickly, Jay re-inserted his
cock and, following Will's advice, began to speed up.  "That's it, Jay.
Fuck me good.  You're learning fast, just keep it up," panted Will,
obviously enjoying the fuck.  "Tell me when you think you're gonna cum."
Jay was moving very fast now.  He could feel the approach of his orgasm
rising from deep within.  "Wrap your arms around me," Will directed.  "When
I stand up, don't pull away.  I want to feel your dick inside me when I
cum."  Jay bent over, resting his chest against the sweaty back of his
buddy and wrapped both arms around Will tightly, continuing his quick,
hard, thrusts.  Jay made a slight whine, then practically yelling into
Will's ear, announced his climax.  "Now! Now, Will, now!"  With that, Will
stood up, and attacked his hard cock with both hands, stroking it
forcefully.  "Oh, yeah!" Will yelled, his voice echoing off every wall of
the locker room.  Ribbons of cum flew out from his cock, landing on the
floor and bench in front of him.  Jay held on tight, fucking his own load
deep into Will.  After a couple of minutes, Jay pulled out, his dick too
sensitive to continue.  Still holding Will around the chest, both boys sat
back onto the bench, trying to catch their breath.  Only then did they
realize they had an audience.  "You guys were fucking hot, man," said Tony,
his arm around Paul, the two of them standing about twenty feet away at the
entrance to the shower.  Jay looked away, embarrassed.  Will just smiled
and said, "Thanks."

Later, after cleaning up again, getting dressed and leaving Tony and Paul
sitting together on a bench outside the library, Will and Jay walked
together towards the dorms.  Jay was very quiet.  Will was also.  He
understood Jay needed time to adjust to this new part of his life.  They
ate supper together in the cafeteria, neither one saying much the whole
time.  On the way back to the dorms, they stopped outside Jay's building.
"I've been thinking, Jay.  There is a space available in my dorm you could
probably move into and get away from Brian.  One of the guys didn't get a
roommate, for some reason.  You ought to check with the housing office
Tuesday."  "I'll think about it," offered Jay.  He was still feeling very
confused and unsure of himself.  He needed to be by himself to think for
awhile, but at the same time, didn't want to be alone.  Leaving Will, he
walked into the building and climbed the two flights of stairs to his room.

The rest of the time that weekend was hell.  Brian constantly smoking, his
mess getting bigger every day.  He hadn't accused Jay of anything again, so
Jay attributed the outburst from the first night to drunken abuse.  But Jay
knew he couldn't stay here.  He saw Will on several occasions, but they had
no repeat of anything they had done.  Jay was still coming to terms with
his feelings.  On Tuesday morning, he made a beeline to the housing office
to secure the room in Will's dorm.  Luckily, it was still available, and
that afternoon, with no explanation to his first roommate, Jay packed his
stuff and left Brian to himself.  Finding the paper with the new room
number on it, Jay began the chore of carrying his stuff up the stairs to
his new location.  He found the room, opened the door with his key, and
walked in.  No one was there, but the room obviously had someone living in
it.  He sat the first box on the floor and went back down for the second.
When he returned this time, the door was open.  Jay was sure he had closed
it.  He walked in, and there on one bed sat Will, leaning against the wall.
"Surprise," Will said, with a big smile.  Jay couldn't help himself, and
smiled at his new roommate.  This was one surprise he could deal with.

THE END (?)


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