Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2015 10:37:55 -0500
From: Sean Kushaney <sean.kushaney@gmail.com>
Subject: "Ben and Archer 3" //// Gay Male/College/Ben and Archer

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Ben and Archer – Chapter 3

"I really can't stand this job," I think to myself while folding a pair of
jeans that were left in the dressing room. I gather up all the rejected
clothes and head back to the floor to put them away. Thankfully, it's a
Thursday afternoon so the mall is pretty dead. Then again, it's a
struggling mall so it's always dead.

"Hey there! Welcome to Express!" I say with my fake, shit-eating grin. They
make us say the to every customer that walks in. Whatever. It's a dumb
little throwaway job but it pays the bills and I get good clothes with my
discount. I just got back from my break, which means 3 more hours and then
I'm free! I have the next 3 days off so I plan on being lazy around the
apartment and catching up on a little schoolwork I'd been neglecting.

"Ben?"

I think I recognize that voice so I stand up smiling and greet Archer and
his friend like the model Express employee, "Hello there, sir, and welcome
to Express! May I help you find anything?" I finish and give him the fakest
smile I can manage.

"Fuck off" he says with a smile and introduces his friend. Her name is
Ashley and she's a violinist in the symphony at school. I gotta say, she's
extremely hot. She's Asian with thick, black hair that stops just below her
shoulders, a set of perky boobs that are staring at me just as much as I'm
staring at her, and a small, tight little body. In this moment, I'm so
happy Archer has Emily back home because Ashley is all mine now!

"What are you two doing here?"

"Ashley was looking for some good club clothes for the weekend and said she
was coming here and I remembered you saying that this was your other
part-time job so I tagged along"

I can't believe he remembered that. It had been about 3 weeks since he
slept over at my place when his roommate needed the room that night and we
had hung out maybe 3 or 4 times since. As far as guys go, he's extremely
laid back kinda like me. Not douchey or conceited and, thankfully, doesn't
think with his dick so when we hang out our conversations actually have a
little substance rather than just going on about tits and pussy. Don't get
me wrong, I do have guy friends who are like that but I have to admit that
it's nice to shake up my friend portfolio a bit.

I was talking to Archer for a while and couldn't help but notice Ashley
giving me eyes while we talked. She excused herself to go browse the store
while we kept talking. My eyes were definitely all over her tight, little
ass in those skinny jeans as she walked away. "Dude, chill. Could you be
any more obvious?"

"What?" I said finally coming back to my senses.

"Bitch, I'm basically standing in a puddle of your jizz right now the way
you were eye fucking her!" Archer said laughing at the look on my
face. Guilty, I was caught.

"Whatever, fuck you. So you're not here to shop? Just wanted to come see
little ol' me? Why, sir, I must say I am flattered!" I teased batting my
eyelashes at him with a hand on my chest like an old Southern Belle. He
started laughing at me and my Texan accent.

"You wish, bro. Nah, I just needed to get off campus for a bit. I'm getting
a little burnt out and we're only a month and a half in. Sucks." Just then
he gave a huge yawn and stretched. Again, his shirt rose up exposing his
toned midsection. Without missing a beat, I flicked his abs hard causing
him to yelp.

"Ahh!! Fuck that shit hurt!" he said laughing and massaging the spot where
I hit him under his shirt.

"Then buy longer shirts you homo!" I said with a smile.

"Whatever, obviously you like it since you can't keep your hands off me" he
said still massaging the spot. "What are you up to this Saturday?"

That was in the middle of my 3 days off and I don't usually have weekend
plans so I told him I had nothing on the agenda as of yet.

"Cool, there's a football game on that I wanted to catch and was wondering
if you wanted to hang out at your place and watch since you're the only one
I know that has a good TV and cable? I'll bring the snacks and the beer!"
he said pleading. Now it was his turn to bat his lashes over those golden
eyes of his.

I'm not a huge football fan but it beats sitting at home alone on a
Saturday. I accepted his offer and he said the game starts at 6pm so he'd
probably be there a little before then. He asked what beer I like and
before I could stop myself I was asking, "Aren't you only 18? Where are you
going to get beer?"

"I have my ways" he said with a devious grin while motioning over to
Ashley. I guess I didn't notice before but she didn't look to be our
age. I'm only 19 and Archer is 18 but Ashley looked to be around 21 or
22. Maybe she's a Senior or a grad student.

"I'm not gonna lie, I hate beer. Tastes like cold piss. Just bring some
snacks and I'll be fine"

"What?! Watching a football game sober?! It's un-American!"

"I mean, I don't do beer but I like whiskey if you've got the hookup. Just
be sure to bring Coke, too"

"Your wish is my command. Thanks for letting me come over."

At that moment, Ashley came over with a bag full of clothes and said she
was ready to leave. Then, without warning, gave me one of the store's
business cards with her number on it and left with a wink. Archer was
jumping up and down behind her with his hand over his mouth trying to be
quite but was clearly excited for me while simultaneously frustrated that
he didn't have a shot with her. Sucks having that long distance girlfriend
now, huh bud? I tucked the card into my wallet and went back to work.

The rest of the shift passed by uneventfully and then when 6pm rolled
around I was finally free. I should really get some food for the apartment
but I hate cleaning up dishes so I made my way to Freebirds World Burritos
on the way home. It's like Chipotle, but way more hipster and with a lot
more options on what to put on your burrito. It's an Austin based company
so I like it. Reminds me of home.

Friday comes around and I go through my usual routine: social media while
lying in bed, ground and start the coffee, jerk off in the shower, then
coffee and the news before heading to campus. I like routines.

I only have 2 classes on Fridays so it's not too bad, just a Comm. class
and one of my core English courses. After, once again, seeing part of
Archers fit body yesterday, it made me self-conscious when Ashley gave me
her number. Again, I'm nice and lean but he's leagues ahead of me in terms
of physical fitness and she obviously likes being around him so it casts
self-doubt in my mind. So I figured I'd make one of my rare appearances at
the school gym today after class.

Much to my annoyance, I arrive at my English class to find that it had been
cancelled at the last minute. Not that I'm a nerd or anything, but I don't
really give a shit about that Comm. class so if I would have known this was
cancelled I would have dragged my ass all the way up here. Extremely
agitated, I decide I may as well still go to the gym so I head that way.

It's not a far walk and when I walk in I'm immediately met with the
familiar smell of sweat, testosterone, and then the way too strong air
fresheners that the janitorial staff uses to cover the aforementioned
smells. I change in the locker room and store my bags in the nearest
available locker before heading out onto the floor.

It is in that moment, standing around all of this foreign equipment, that I
realize I have no idea what I am doing let alone how to use any of
it. Still, I refuse to look like an idiot so I make my way to the nearest
machine that works your biceps and begin working. I hope more than anything
I'm doing it right. I have slight anxiety and loathe looking stupid in
front of people let alone this crowd of gym rats.

I'm on my third set when I look up at the balcony and see a large group of
people suddenly appear with foam mats. A yoga class must have just let out
when an attractive female catches my eye. It's Ashley! Damn she's looking
good in her workout gear; slightly glistening with sweat from the class she
just took. Then, of course, right behind her with his mat is
Archer. They're closer than I thought, I guess.

I'm in plain sight from the stairs they're coming down and it's actually
Ashley that notices me first and waves. Archer laughs and comes over but
Ashley keeps on her way toward the exit and I have to admit I was more than
a little disappointed.

"Hey man! Twice in 2 days? I'm starting to think you have a crush on me" he
teases with a wink.

"In your wildest dreams bro! Hey, where's Ashley going?"

"She has to go home to shower and change. She has studio later but we have
the same break on Fridays so she invited me to do yoga. Bro, it's fucking
hard! I just thought it was a bunch of stretches but it's way harder than
that. It's, like, weight resistance with your own body. I can barely feel
my arms!"

He was wearing a tight tank top and I could definitely tell his muscles
were swollen and bulging more than usual. Note to self: do yoga.

"First time to the gym? Sorry, man, I've just never seen you here before"
he said smiling after seeing the look on my face. I didn't realize it was
so obvious that I'm new to all of this.

"Yeah, and to be honest I'm not quite sure what the fuck I'm doing" I said
with a defeated smile.

Archer offered to show me a couple of tips on the machines as well as a few
techniques but made sure to let me know that we'd have to hurry because he
also has studio later. I had no idea what that meant, but whatever.

We made our way over to the bench press where he showed me how to adjust
the chair to where it should be most comfortable for me and started adding
on the weights. As I was lifting, he was spotting me and explaining exactly
what muscle groups I was working and what my muscles were doing. Then
without warning, he put both hands on my chest.

"Keep lifting... yeah, this feels like you're doing it right. Your
pectorals are completely engaged so you're using the correct muscle
group. Good job! You learn fast." It was an odd couple of seconds but I
didn't mind. I'm an open guy.

"Thanks, I've got a good teacher." This made him smile. It felt flirty but
whatever. Guys flirt innocently all the time. That's why god invented the
phrase "no homo". Which reminds me... no homo.

He hung around for another 20 minutes showing me various things before
saying he's heading off to studio. "What's studio?" I finally asked.

"So, in music, we all have a teacher for our instrument and collectively
we're considered their "studio". We meet privately for an hour each week
with our teacher to practice the pieces they've assigned us. In my case, I
have Mr. Osadchy as my cello teacher. Once or twice a semester, the entire
studio gets together and we perform our pieces for each other and do peer
review. Then, closer to the end of the semester, we have to perform a solo
piece in front of the entire music program; undergrads and graduate
students alike."

"Fuck. Talk about pressure. Well, obviously, I don't want to keep
you. Thanks for your help, man. We still on for tomorrow?"

"Hell yeah we are! Ashley and I are making a booze run tonight so she has
stuff to pre-game with tomorrow before going out. I'll probably get the
snacks tomorrow before coming over. I was thinking wings." Sounded good to
me!

We bumped fists and he made his way out. I waited probably 30 seconds after
he left before giving up and heading back to the apartment. I wasn't going
to say anything in front of him, but my muscles were hurting so bad now
that he was helping me. I felt good, though. Maybe this could become a
usual thing. After all, I do like routines.

I spent the rest of my day hanging out at my friend John's dorm.  Remember
those straight guys that I told you about that only like to talk about tits
and pussy? That's John! He was my lab partner my first semester here and he
was pretty cool so we kept hanging out even after we were done with the
class. He was majoring in art and graphic design. I know what you're
thinking, "art"? But trust me, he's a total bro who just happens to be an
amazing artist.

I was going to invite him over to watch the game tomorrow and introduce him
to Archer but I was fortunate enough to bring up Ashley first and that was
all he needed. The Facebook stalking started and once he saw her, it was
all about her tits and tight little Asian pussy. Once he was on that track,
there was no pulling him back. Don't get my wrong, I love women and their
bodies but something about the way he objectifies them like that just makes
me uncomfortable, like they're a slab of meat. I'm glad my mom raised me
better than that. After that, I decided that I had my fill of my John time
and didn't want to hang out with him again tomorrow.

Once he was coming down from his rant, I could see him toying with the
bulge in his pants. Not full on rubbing it in front of me, but his hand was
at his crotch and there was no mistaking the occasional squeeze. I decided
that I'd had enough of his company for the day and told him I was headed
out. He didn't get up to say bye which I was thankful for because I didn't
want to see his cock fighting to get out of his pants. We've known each
other over a year but we're definitely not cool like that!

Maybe it was just because I had been up all day or maybe it was the workout
this afternoon, but the second I got home I was passed out in my bed within
seconds. I didn't even both to get into my pajamas.

Saturday came with uncomfortably bright sunshine. Normally, people don't
complain about a beautiful day but there's something to be said about that
beautiful day waking you up by shining in your face through the fucking
window. I was pissed and my eyes hurt from the sudden adjustment. Not a
good way to start the day for sure.

I made my way into the kitchen to start my morning routine, however, there
are variances from my weekday to weekend routine. One constant, however, is
the coffee. It's muscle memory at this point. I shuffle my feet into the
kitchen while holding onto my throbbing morning wood and make my way to the
coffee pot and then my heart sinks.

I ran out of coffee beans yesterday.

"FUCK" I yell out loud. I'm pissed but it's definitely my own damn fault. I
was supposed to stop by the store on the way home and pick up another bag
as well as a few other things but I guess I forgot because I was so
tired. Needless to say, this morning had gone from bad to awful in a matter
of minutes. To top it all off, my wood was gone. Great.

I take a quick shower that I cut short because I'm not in the mood and head
out to the store after putting on a cheap pair of sunglasses. It's too
early for sun.

I wish I could say that my mood got better throughout the day but I'd be
lying to you. I just stayed consistently grumpy which made me a little
worried because Archer would be here in less than 30 minutes. I know he's
excited about the game and I didn't want to ruin it so I forced myself to
smile. It actually does cheer me up because I can't help but truly smile at
how dumb I probably look fake smiling. That make sense? Good.

Then, because today is just not my day, Archer shows up but with no snacks
and no Coke for the whiskey. Like, seriously? Are we just drinking straight
whiskey? Ugh.

"Hey bud! Sorry but I forgot to go pick up some wings and the Coke. I
figured we'd just mix it with whatever you've got here. Woah, you okay?"

I guess my frustration was on my face and he read it clear as day. Through
my frustrations I started feeling bad at the concerned, hurt look on his
face. I know he meant well and it's not his fault I'm having a shitty day
so with this new emotion I start to finally calm down and relax.

"Yeah, I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and it
hasn't gotten any better, man. To be honest, I was looking forward to
drinking and chilling out a bit. I've never had straight whiskey but we'll
make it work."

This only made him look more miserable thus making me more miserable.

"Aww, cheer up Arch! It's fine! I'm just glad there's still booze to be
had"

He gave me a half smile and made his way to the kitchen to unload. Holy
shit, he brought an entire handle. I didn't think we were drinking that
much but, still, his presumption made me smile.

"That's what I'm talking about! I knew you'd cheer up when you saw what I
brought! Sorry, again, for not bringing the Coke but this stuff is super
smooth and will be good on the rocks. So be happy!"

He made his way behind me and massaged my shoulders for a few seconds which
felt good because I was tense, hurt because of my sore muscles, and weird
at the same time because a dude is massaging me. Whatever, still felt
good... no homo...

Finally the game was underway but I wasn't too interested to be honest. I
just wanted to drink and Archer made sure my glass was never dry. I was way
more relaxed than before and was starting to get pretty tipsy. Archer was
shouting less and less at the TV so I knew he was in the same boat as me
but the drinks kept flowing.

Maybe it was because the team he was rooting for lost, but by the end he
was mellower than I had ever seen him and he was slurring his words
heavily. We sat in the recliners carrying on a drunk conversation for about
an hour after the game ended before he unexpectedly stood up.

"Well, I had better head home and get out of your hair" he said swaying on
the spot.

I looked up at him like he's a fucking idiot. Like I'd let him go anywhere
when he's this drunk. "Bro, you're way too drunk to drive. You're staying
here tonight. Give me your keys."

"Man, fuck that. You know how uncomfortable these chairs are. I can't sleep
on these again. Remember how bad my back hurt the last time?"

Oh yeah, I forgot about that. He was joking and bitching about his back for
2 days afterwards the last time he stayed over. But hell no, I'm not
letting him get behind the wheel to go kill himself or some innocent
family.

"Dude, just stay here. You can sleep in my room, I've got a king size
bed. But I'm not letting you drive. You're hella stronger than me but I'll
put up a good fight."

He looked at me and I guess it took a minute for me to come into focus but
he started smiling and said, "Bro you're so drink!" (Yes, he said, "drink")
"But yeah, I guess that's cool. I need to piss first. Hold on" and then he
made his way to my room to use the bathroom.

I take a minute to put the glasses in the kitchen and then hear him
throwing up in the bathroom. Fuck. He had better not be throwing up all
over the floor and toilet. I hear the door open but he was the first to
talk as I went into my room to meet him.

"I know, I know. I threw up. I got it all in the toilet so don't be mad. I
need to sit down, though" he winked and he stumbled towards my bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed as I walked into the bathroom to make
sure. He didn't flush and the bathroom reeked of vomit but, true to his
word, all of the puke was in the toilet. Holding my breath I peed with the
door open for ventilation real fast avoiding eye contact with the toilet
making sure I didn't get sick and then finally flushed everything down.
Gross, I know, but when you're broke like me you don't waste water.

I turned and went back into my room to find him passed out in the spot I
normally sleep. Ugh. I like that spot. Too drunk to care or do anything I
make my way to the other side of the bed and pass out with my clothes on
next to Archer who is a surprisingly warm bodied person. Makes me miss
falling asleep with my girlfriend last semester. The memory combined with
his warmth makes me hard but I quickly lose consciousness while holding
onto my throbbing cock. Oh well, I'll take care of it tomorrow in the
shower after he leaves.