Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 19:40:12 GMT
From: starsong <starsong@subdimension.com>
Subject: Carpe Diem Part 3
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starsong sez:
Well, here it is! Carpe Diem part three. About a week
late, sorry. :) Life can be cruel and demanding sometimes,
and so can a math course that sucks up all your time....
urrrgh. But 'cause it was delayed, this is a loooong one.
50% more spunky goodness, guaranteed. Enjoy!
All the usual disclaimers about this being a sexually
explicit and generally naughty story apply. This is
fiction, so the characters aren't always as careful as they
should be about sex; boys, always remember to wrap it up
first. And if you're under 18, you should leave. Or at
least lock the door before you drop your shorts. ;)
Carpe Diem Part 3: Saturday
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8:30am
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
Ugh. I hate that alarm. I buried my face in the pillow and
reached over to hit the snooze button. It felt oddly like
the top of an aspirin bottle.
*push*
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
No, guess that wasn't it. Hmmmm, maybe this...
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*
...or this...
*BEEEEEEEEEEE [CRASH] EEEEEEEEEEEEP*
...nope...
*BEEEEEEEEEEEEE [YANK]*
Mmmmmmmm. That was it. I dropped the plug on the floor and
curled up in bed. Too bad I had to get up for class.
Astronomy, right? That's at nine on Mondays and Fridays.
And today was... um...
Saturday. Dammit! That'll teach me to leave the alarm on.
What the hell was I thinking last night? I reached down to
pull up the covers, noticing two things at once. One, all
my blankets were tangled and knotted up at the foot of the
bed.
Two, I was bare-ass naked and sporting quite a solid
erection.
I looked quickly at Eric's bed. Shit, what if he saw me??
Why would I sleep like this? I grabbed a pair of
boxer-briefs off the floor and draped them over my crotch to
hide my excitement. And why the hell were they all
crusty??? Wait...
It all came flooding back. Dan's face. The note. Eric's
gone. Dan's eyes. Our dinner. Me shouting. Dan's lips.
Him cornering me. The kiss... the kiss, my god... Dan's
scent... parting... my tremendous orgasm alone...
Our date today.
I smiled and lay back down. Suddenly I didn't feel so bad
at having my sleep interrupted. I felt my panic subside and
tossed the briefs back on to the floor. 8:37. And I was
meeting Dan at his dorm at noon... Well, back to sleep.
I did my best to untangle a sheet from the pile, but gave up
after I realized Eric really was gone for the weekend. I
liked the feeling of cool air on my skin, anyway. I used to
love sleeping naked at home, but college demands a certain
modesty. You can't just bare all in a dorm room, although
reduced dress is tacitly allowed. I suppressed a chuckle as
I thought of Eric wearing that stupid jock strap when he
changed. I suppose I should have been aroused, but it was
such a silly sight all packed in there like a big
cloth-covered potato... I wondered what Dan wore to bed.
Maybe boxers? Although he seemed like a briefs kind of guy
to me, for some reason... I remembered the white waistband
showing above his shorts. Heh, I'd love to find out.
Hmph. This isn't helping me sleep any. And little Alex was
demanding my attention. Why are guys always horny in the
morning? I mean, was there some evolutionary oddity that
made women more receptive to getting screwed before 10pm?
Although I wasn't complaining... I played for a few minutes
before regretfully deciding to wait. I did need a few more
hours of sleep, anyway. Just hope I could control myself
this afternoon... I rolled onto my side and put my hands
under the pillow. That should do it. Now, what was I
dreaming about again? Oh, right... the Backstreet Boys and
an industrial-sized tub of Cool-Whip...
******************
Well, when I finally dragged myself out of bed it was 10
o'clock. I showered and changed into sweat pants and a
t-shirt. Breakfast took 5 minutes, courtesy of the Atomic
Age. Scary, though, whenever I rev up the microwave the
lights dim... Truth to tell, I was too nervous to eat much.
When I finished I changed into jeans and a dark gray
t-shirt. Then I changed into khakis and a button-down shirt
over a "wife-beater" tank top (I hate that name). Then I
took off the shirt. Hmph. Too slutty. I put it on again.
Too preppy. I took both layers off and put on a red Nautica
t-shirt. Awfully tight, though... was that a nipple? Back
to the grey... And it was still missing something.
I grabbed a pair of sunglasses from my dresser. Too much?
Damn, I looked like a freakin' raver. All I needed was a
glow-stick and a pacifier. Not that it's a bad look, but I
don't think Dan would like it...
I finally decided to go sans shades and grabbed my wallet.
Least it was warm out. It's fall but I swear it feels like
summer. I looked at the clock. 10:45. Oh, man. I
puttered around on the Internet, scanning a few articles, my
eyes unable to lock for more than a few seconds before
wandering back to the clock. Finally I couldn't stand it
and just decided to go.
My mind was racing. What movie were we going to see? Would
we have lunch after? I'm not usually this detail obsessed,
but I wanted to squeeze every moment possible out of this.
And, despite myself, there was a tiny prick of fear in the
back of my mind. I'd never done anything like this before.
What if something went wrong?
I looked at my watch as my feet beat eager dents in the
asphalt. Half an hour. Well, I couldn't very well show up
early, could I? I slowed down and looked around helplessly.
There being a bench nearby, I decided to sit down and think
for a while. I stared emptily ahead at a young oak planted
haphazardly far too close to the path. The outer shadows of
its branches just reached across the narrow pavement,
turning the grim asphalt into an exultation of dancing
light. My eyes rested to the flicker of muted sunshine as
it washed over the bench.
It took a few minutes before I realized this was the same
bench Dan and I had shared last night. Last night. How
could that seem like such an eternity ago? It was already
part of my history, my calendar of events... Like the
earliest birthday party I could remember. Or my disastrous
first day of school. Heh, I grabbed on to the fire hydrant
outside our house and refused to let go... I was a messed up
kid. I drank up my surroundings, trying to remember
everything about this place before it was swept away by the
more mundane recollections of life.
Strange how I never noticed the day before.
True to form I had been scurrying across this campus for
months now, head down, shoulders stooped in the last refuge
of teenage slump. The world did not interest me. Days were
the interval between sleep and work, worthy more often than
not of closed blinds and nothing much else. Not to give the
impression that I was an antisocial hermit; far from it.
But even my friends preferred to meet over a late movie than
during daylight. Late afternoon sunshine seeping through an
open window in the library was as close as I got to enjoying
the day.
People always say that love "changes" you in ways impossible
to predict. I never believed that. The truth has always
been clear to me, even if I never experienced it firsthand.
Romantic rapture stands on the same cracked and dirty
concrete that holds up notions of "true love" and other such
romantic shash.
I suppose part of me believed that.
So why did I feel like this? I had been dawdling here,
loafing, really, for the better part of ten minutes!
Shouldn't I be doing something better or more productive
than staring at a tree? I mean, it would be there whether I
watched or not, so what was the point? I had no answer, so
I did what always seemed best in situations like this.
I decided not to think about it.
And I honestly believe that the next few minutes, spent
lounging pointlessly in the breezy shade of a misplanted oak
tree, were among the best of my life.
*** *** *** *** *** ***
327.
No nametag.
Should I knock? Of course, I was just being silly. This is
where we were supposed to meet, after all. Or had it been
329? Too bad there's no nametag. I mean, I don't want to
knock on some total stranger's door, but I...
The door swung open.
"Hi." It was Dan, with tousled hair and a loose-fitting
tee, smiling knowingly. "I wondered how long you were going
to just stand there."
"Heh, sorry," I fumbled. "I just wasn't sure... if...
umm..." Let it go, Alex. "You ready to go?" I gulped.
"Yep, just gotta turn off my comp. Uh, come on in."
He held the door for me and I walked in. Cool, his room was
slightly bigger than mine. Shades drawn, movie posters on
the walls, my kind of music in his CD rack. Plus a few
bands I had never heard of before. And a pile of laundry in
the closet with a pair of wadded-up briefs on top! Heh,
looks like I was right.
Dan caught me looking into the closet and quickly closed the
door as he passed by. Was that a tiny blush I detected?
"Uh, sorry the place is such a mess... I got up late this
morning. Just a sec."
"OK, take your time, dude." I stood awkwardly in the middle
of the room. There didn't seem like anywhere to sit down
except his bed. And I felt weird about that. After all,
that was where he slept. And read. And, uh... presumably
*that*, too. I got a mental image and quickly filed it
away. Loose khakis and boxers don't lend themselves to
fantasy... I heard a muttered curse and saw Dan slap his
monitor. It had gone blue, with the standard Windows "screw
you and your data and push any key to get another slightly
different message" error message.
"You need some help there?" I don't know s**t about
computers, but I know an opportunity when I see one. And I
took advantage of it to lean over Dan's shoulder. Mmmmm,
smells like shampoo...
"Naw, that's okay. It just needs some precision
adjustment." Dan grinned up at me and flicked the switch on
the power strip with his toe. Heh, he even had cute feet!
The computer surrendered with a strangled beep and Dan
smiled mischievously.
"Always wanted to do that."
I grinned back. Wow, we were almost touching. My hand
moved off the chair and rested lightly between his shoulder
blades, tickling through his shirt. He looked so soft and
beautiful in the dim light of the room. I couldn't help it
and leaned in for a kiss...
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
"Hey, man, you in there? I left my keys."
I jumped like I had been hit by a tazer, whacking my head on
the edge of his bookshelf in the process. Well, this day is
off to a good start.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
Dan's roommate wasn't that bad, even if his timing was
atrocious. And he was a chatter... Dan finally got an
escape by claiming our bus was about to leave. We reached
the elevator as Dan grinned apologetically.
"Sorry about that, but he's a bit of a talker."
"Heh, no problem. Least we're not gonna miss the bus." I
paused. "Wait a sec, how long do we have?"
Dan grinned. "Oh, there is no bus. It's close by so we're
gonna walk." I knew it.
"Dude, don't scare me like that!"
"Oh, c'mon, least we got away from him. And it's not like
spending a little more time together would kill us."
Mmmm, was that a *devilish* grin this time? I swear he has
enough happy expressions to fuel Disney for a few millennia.
I couldn't help myself and wrapped my arms around him,
touching my forehead to his. I was more than a little
surprised when he pulled back.
"Dude, could you, like, not..." He looked conflicted. "I
mean, I really like you, but we're in public..."
The doors chimed open to a lobby full of chatting students.
I let go of him. I felt hurt, but I understood how he felt.
Neither of us was out.
"Sorry, I guess I just got carried away. You wanna grab
lunch?"
We headed to the student center again, to a coffee shop on
the far end. They have the best sandwiches on campus, and
are famous for it. I didn't really care, though. I would
have eaten off an oil drum in the middle of the Pacific if I
could be with Dan. We could talk for ages about nothing and
never get tired of it. Although he kept looking around
furtively through the entire meal... I knew intellectually
he was just nervous about being outed, but it was still
slightly awkward. Who the hell could tell by just looking
at us?
Then it hit me.
He was doing *exactly* what I had been doing for the past
five years. Wasn't that the twinge I felt when I watched a
cute guy walk by? A tiny flicker of fear amidst the lust...
So why wasn't I feeling just as nervous right now??
Trivial as it seemed, I didn't really care. I didn't care
who saw us together. If I didn't think it would ruin
things, I would have kissed him right there in the middle of
the Student Center.
I loved him.
I wonder if he felt the same way?
"Dude, hello?" Dan waved his hand in front of my face. I
realized I had spaced out again, standing in front of the
garbage can with an empty tray in my hand. I quickly
snapped back to reality.
"So what movie did you have in mind?"
He gave me that devilish look again and held his finger to
his lips. "Shh. It's a secret. It's showing at this
little theater a few blocks away."
Hmmmmm. Hope we weren't going to a porno.
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
When we finally arrived at the theater I couldn't believe
it. *This* is where he wanted to take me on our first
official date? It was barely a doorway between an ATM and a
photomat! "Benson Cinema," read a sign in faded gilt
lettering over the door. Dan noticed my expression and
patted me on the back. It was only a "manly" pat but it
still felt wonderful.
"Don't worry. It's great inside."
I grinned and tried to bury my rising sense of panic. What
on earth could they show here? Dan laughed and pushed open
the door, dislodging a puff of what looked like street
grime. I gingerly stepped in, trying not to get any on me.
Wow.
This was... nice!
It wasn't modern by any means, done in a weird mix of
50s/70s "futurist plain" decor, I guess. But it was clean
and there were quite a lot of people milling around, talking
animatedly. Most were older academic types. I recognized
the weird professor I had almost run over last night, gazing
impassively at a large sign proclaiming this to be "SciFi"
week. Dan giggled at my sudden change of expression and I
elbowed him playfully in the ribs.
"OW! Hehe, dude, chill out. You looked like you were about
to run away outside!"
"Well I didn't expect *this*... I thought we were going to
the multiplex!"
"Awww, what kind of movies are we gonna see there? Apart
from the latest Josh Hartnett..." he whispered
conspiratorially. I gave him a playful shove as he pointed
to the sign.
[][] Benson Cinema SCIFI Week! [][]
TODAY at 1:15pm: The Worst Movie Ever Made
Ed Wood's "Plan 9 From Outer Space" (1958)
TOMORROW: "Bingo"
Hmmmmm, this could be interesting. Now if we can just sit
in the back row...
*** *** *** *** *** *** ***
All the way back to my dorm we were giggling nonstop. From
the Benson we had gone to an early dinner and from there to
the park, until the shadows went from light to full and
finally the sun went down. It all faded into a blur in my
mind, with just bits of images sticking out. The
wonderfully awful movie. Dinner. Dan with a spot of sauce
on his face, rubbing the wrong side when I shyly pointed it
out to him. Dan sitting on a rock in the park, looking like
a resting angel in the fading light. And, of course, Dan
laughing so hard in the twilight I thought he might pass out
from oxygen starvation.
"Dude, did you *see* that hubcap spaceship??? You could
read the 'Ford' logo off the side! I always knew it was
bad, but *that*...."
I grinned back. "Yeah, you're just jealous 'cause the head
alien had better legs than you."
"What??? That was disgusting! That film is the single best
argument for the banning of tights since _Robin Hood_!"
"Perv! So *that's* what you were staring at..." Dan
blushed slightly and turned away. (He's so cute when he's
shy like that.)
"Awww, c'mon, man! You're not embarrassed, are you?"
He just winked and walked into the elevator. I was so busy
watching him I didn't even notice we had entered the
building. And we were going to my room... would we... I
mean, I was excited, but what would we do? We should talk
first... He looked at me and I smiled nervously back at him.
"Uh, Alex..." This is it. Stop sweating, dammit!
"Yes, Dan?"
"Um, which floor, dude?"
Oh. Right.
"Ah, four."
Blushing again, are we? Funny how that only started
yesterday afternoon... When we got to the door I was so
nervous I almost dropped my keys. Ugh. Nobody ever told me
"love" destroyed fine motor functions. When I finally got
the door open Dan put his hand on my arm. I almost fainted
at the touch, and he grinned at my reaction.
"Nervous much?" Although he did look a little green around
the gills, too. Neither of us was sure what to expect. Dan
walked to the middle of my room and looked around blankly.
I locked the door behind me, the click deafening in our
silence.
"So...."
"So... uh... you wanna sit down?" I motioned at my bed with
an arm that weighed a million pounds. Dan sat down and
licked his lips nervously.
"Alex, ummm... hmmm?" He looked distracted, his gaze
fixating at something on the floor. Something cloth and
crumpled, with an odd whitish stain peeking out...
Oh shit.
Last night.
I had forgotten.
"Uh, that's nothing, just some dirty laundry. Here, let me
get that..." I reached out but Dan yanked them away
playfully.
"Heh, what's so important? Afraid I'll give you cooties?"
He looked at them again and a wicked smile spread across his
face.
"Oh, wait, I get it. Alex, have you been abusing yourself
again?? Heheh- ACK!"
Dan didn't get the chance to finish before I tackled him.
We rolled all over the bed, him giggling maniacally and
managing to keep the boxer-briefs just inches out of my
fingers.
"C'mon, no fair!" I pinned him under me, only to have Dan
throw them across the room. They landed in a crumpled heap
on the floor.
"Hehehe, have to try harder than that..." Dan's voice
trailed off as we both realized just how close we were to
each other. Our lips touched briefly, sending a tingle down
my spine. His kiss was bottled lightning. We broke for a
second and searched each other's eyes, looking for the
signal we both knew was there.
Yes.
We embraced again, love mixing with eroticism as I probed
his mouth with my tongue. As deep as I went I couldn't get
enough of his taste. Dan's arms moved swiftly over my back,
locking us together as we melded into one. Soft moans
echoed from his chest and mine as we abandoned ourselves to
the moment. My hips ground against his as we felt each
other grow.
I wanted to get closer.
Although my body pleaded not to, I leaned up and gradually
broke our kiss. I rolled back and sat up, my hands resting
on his trim, smooth chest. I could feel his heart beating
under the cloth. Confusion in his eyes turned to lust as I
reached for the collar of my t-shirt. I drew it over my
head in one fluid motion, letting it drop by the side of the
bed like a piece of errant litter. Nothing mattered but
getting as close as possible to him. And that meant going
further.
Dan's fingers traced circles on my chest as he worked up the
courage to go lower. Ashamed though I was to admit it, the
twinge of uncertainty I saw in his face had a brother in my
mind. This was new to both of us, and neither would risk
ruining it by moving too fast. But the tightness in my
boxers wouldn't be satisfied by running away.
"....Alex?" Dan's voice was barely a whisper, but it was all
I heard in the world.
"Dan?" His hands hovered above my waist, skittish and uneasy
about crossing the line.
"I..." Lips worked in silence as his mind caught up with his
heart.
"I think I love you."
The room disappeared in an instant, and all I could think of
was him. He loved me. 'Loved' me. And it wasn't just a
line, like I had read so many times and dreaded hearing
myself... Wasn't that the password? Just say 'I love you'
and start humping, right? It doesn't mean anything... But
now... it did. My body finally caught on and did the right
thing. I leaned over Dan, easing up onto all fours as I
looked into his eyes. Dark hair brushed against blond and I
saw a flicker at the touch.
Earth could not have borne such an angel.
"I think... I love you too." I couldn't even hear the words
as I spoke them. And yet another kiss, more erotic than the
first, followed. Dan reached up to run his hands down my
naked back, lightly brush my waist, and finally, finally, go
lower. His fingers slid easily under the waistband of my
boxers and pants, and drew them off my hips. My eyes were
busy with him, but I felt my hardness spring free and bounce
against his arm. I gasped at the fleeting, sudden shock of
contact. Dan paused too, and broke contact to glance down.
He looked for all the world like an errant puppy, innocently
and gently taking me into his hand.
The feeling was incredible.
I was beyond hard as he teased carefully around the cut
head, exploring every wrinkle and depression, moving slowly
and oh so smoothly to the underside. His eyes met mine
again as his finger found the sweet spot under the tip,
where the skin flared out in a V. I felt a weakness in my
arms as the world shifted south. My head went past his and
rested on the pillow, serving only to groan softly as he
carefully explored my manhood.
And just as suddenly, he stopped. I nuzzled my face into
his neck for encouragement, smelling the musky light odor of
sweat. Dan shifted.
"Alex..." He paused.
"Alex... I want to be closer to you."
Oh.
My turn.
...
Goody!
I lifted my head and grinned at him. He bit his lower lip
again, in a gesture I was becoming quite endeared to. With
an uncharacteristic giggle I rolled off him, reaching down
to rid myself of the pants and boxers linking my knees.
Dan's shirt joined them on the floor. Wow. I had
fantasized about him without a shirt, but he was beyond
beautiful. Totally smooth, hairless, with the firm, cut
outlines of pecs hinting at his strength. I could see the
shapes of ribs as he breathed, their curved delicate edges
melting easily into butter-smooth skin. Dan was perfect.
One mischievous hand rested on his chest, tweaking a starkly
erect nipple surrounded by goosebumps. The playfulness in
his eyes mixed easily with lust as he reached down to slide
a hand between his shorts and underwear. I stroked the fine
hairs on his calf, relishing the soft warmth under my
fingers. He gave me a look that had only one meaning, and
shucked off the shorts completely.
Oh. My. God.
Dan blushed at my reaction and raised his arms above his
head, spreading his legs to open himself to me. I was
struck by a sense of unreality. The most beautiful boy in
the world was lying on my bed, clad only in a pair of old
(and *very* tight) briefs, begging me with emerald eyes to
explore him. I straddled his legs and put a hand on the
inside of his thigh, purposely avoiding his pride for the
moment. His groin twitched reflexively at my touch as his
eyes pleaded with me to go further. A tiny earthquake
erupted under my fingers as his reflexes trembled at the
foreign contact. Egg-shaped outlines of his nuts made
curves in the tight fabric of his briefs, making me lick my
lips unconsciously. I decided not to torment him and hooked
my fingers under the waistband. One quick tug, and there it
was.
I never understood people who say the male organ looks
"ugly." What I had before me was anything but. A dash of
light brown hair, in phase to the buttermilk tones of his
skin, ringed the base of the shaft. It was beautiful,
between six and seven inches long, with a shiny pink head
and a glistening trail of precum hanging from the tip. Dan
whimpered as I gently took the shaft into my hand. I
glanced up to see his eyes were shut, one finger stroking a
nipple as he buried himself in the pleasure. I drew the
skin up, only surprised for a moment as it drew easily over
the head. The warm pink tip peeped curiously out of his
foreskin as Dan let out a faint moan. Impulsively, I bent
down and did the last thing I expected.
I licked it.
Dan's soft moaning turned to a sudden hiss as his chest
rose. I was surprised and took my tongue away, only to have
him look down with lust.
"Don't stop, don't stop... Alex...more..."
I grinned and drew the skin back down. I'd never done this
before but I was determined to get it right. One hand moved
to massage his nuts as my tongue gently touched the head of
his pride. It tasted... well, not like anything I had
tasted before. It was salty, slightly tangy but not at all
unpleasant. I let it rest on my tongue a moment, enjoying
the look of ecstasy on his face. The shaft twitched
slightly in time with his racing heartbeat. Dan made soft
wordless noises as I explored the rim slowly, feeling the
warm moist skin give and shift under my tongue. When I
felt ready I opened my mouth and tentatively drew him in.
My teeth brushed lightly against the head and I felt him
tense up. I looked up apologetically and opened wider,
being careful only to touch him with the soft parts of my
mouth. I drew him in as far as I could, until I felt the
warm prickle of hair on my face.
We were linked for a time I couldn't measure, Dan's fingers
trailing through my hair as he pumped slowly into my mouth.
I did everything I could think of with my tongue,
concentrating on the warm, sensitive flesh of the head.
When I was doing well Dan sped up, whimpering slightly under
my touch. I loved the taste, the salty flow of his precum
adding flavor as it flowed freely in his excitement. Liquid
candy. I could tell Dan was getting near the edge, and we
both had to hold off more than once to preserve the moment.
Finally his pace picked up with urgency, and I could tell he
was ready to cum. I drew my tongue up the shaft to massage
the sweet spot under the head, as he had before. The loose
flesh of his scrotum tensed under my fingers as I felt him
start to climax.
Dan came in torrents, pumping quickly to ragged breaths as
he filled my mouth with his spunk. His hand swept over my
head, down between my shoulders, searching for purchase as
he bucked on the bed. He made the cutest noises, too, like
a frantic gerbil. I felt my face draw into the beginnings
of a smile as he came, oblivious to the juices running from
the corners of my mouth. I knew he would be super-sensitive
when he finished, so I gave the head one more lick and let
it fall regretfully from my mouth. Even though the taste
was salty, I swallowed as much as I could. I didn't feel
dirty, like I imagined I would. It felt nice to have part
of him inside me.
Dan was a sight. His young muscular body was covered in a
light sheen of sweat, pale hair mussed and tangled into a
blond frenzy. I watched his emerald eyes slowly open as he
came down from the pleasure. I gently stroked the magic
spot just behind his scrotum, only slightly disappointed I
couldn't have kept going forever. He looked exhausted but
glowing, and smiled down at me. I smiled back and lay down
on top of his naked frame, pressing my lips to his. We
spoke in whispers, although we barely had to speak at all.
"Mmmmmm, boy spunk." Dan giggled slightly and ran his
tongue against mine. The feeling was electric.
"You like that?" I grinned impishly back at him.
"Yeah, silly. I loved it. God I love you Alex." I blushed
again, despite myself.
"I love you, Dan." It didn't even sound corny. I felt him
shift slightly.
"Mmmmm, what's that?" I realized my erection was still
begging for attention, digging into Dan's stomach just above
his crotch.
"You want to... uh... ?" I saw his face hesitate for a
moment. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to..."
Dan looked conflicted for a moment, looking around.
Suddenly his face lit up and he leaned over.
"Where ya going?"
He seemed to be reaching behind my bedside table for
something... Oh, right. I felt my face blush red as I
realized he had found the lube I kept there. I never even
used it much. It was a free gift from a very freaky RA
during one of our college-mandated "sex seminars."
"Busted." Dan pulled the top off the bottle as I arched
back up onto all fours. Only the tip of my pride touched
his stomach, but the feeling was still incredible. I had to
touch him. We were linked at such a fundamental level that
breaking contact, even for a moment, sent me pushing back
down for more. I was suddenly very aware of my position on
the bed. "Doggy style," they call it, right? Although I
didn't think Dan (or I) was ready for that just yet...
I gasped slightly when I felt him touch me. His fingers
worked quickly to spread the lube over my entire length. It
felt cool against the warmth of his hands, and wonderfully
smooth. I needed to be closer too him.
My face nuzzled into Dan's neck again as I lay down to touch
him. He began a smooth rhythm with his hands, stroking me
from base to tip, concentrating on the red, engorged head.
The pleasure in my crotch turned intense as I started slowly
moving, thrusting against his hands. I could feel every
smooth curve and wrinkle in his fingers as I humped him,
giving way to my animal instincts as I drove towards orgasm.
Just he smell of his sweat and arousal filled me with lust.
I brought my head up and joined Dan in a passionate, sloppy
kiss. Time disappeared as we reveled in each other's touch.
I never thought it would end. When I felt the familiar
tightness in my crotch I was tempted to hold off, but my
body ignored me. I was being driven my something primal
that wouldn't stop until it was satisfied. The rush came
and my body seized. My hips drove deep into Dan's willing
hands as I wrapped my arms around him, drawing us tightly
together. I could feel a sudden warmth as I emptied myself
onto his chest, enjoying the new slippery feeling between
us. I couldn't even grunt as I slowed down, my cock still
twitching with every slight movement. All the strength went
out of me and I collapsed on top of Dan, my head lolling
beside his. I felt exhausted and satisfied at last. We lay
there for a few endless minutes, until my breathing returned
to normal and my spent pride grew limp between our naked
bodies.
"Wow." (So I couldn't find anything more intelligent to
say.)
Dan grinned. "'Wow'?"
I rolled off him and sat up slowly, wincing at a few kinks
in my normally fluid muscles. We had really been going at
it. I ran my hand through his hair and grabbed a towel off
my nightstand. Dan crossed his arms behind his head and
smiled as I ran the towel over the spunk on his chest. I
would have loved to take a shower with him, but I don't
think even on a weekend I could have gotten away with it.
Not in a shared bathroom, anyway. I wiped him clean
carefully, from his flushed chest to his freshly-sucked
dick. It was still cute, relaxed and covered, with just a
trace of cum at the end.
Dan glanced at the clock. "Wow, 10 already," he said, in an
oddly dejected tone. Was it? We had been here for hours,
although it felt like seconds. And Eric was still out...
"Dan, you, uh..." Even naked and sitting next to the boy I
had just had an orgasm with, I still felt a tad nervous.
And Dan had stopped smiling.
"You wanna spend the night? My roommate's gone for the
weekend..."
Dan surprised for a moment. Then his eyes lit up like a kid
on Christmas morning, and he sat up next to me. "You
mean... Yeah, I'd love that!" It clicked. He had thought I
was going to send him back to his dorm! Gee, no wonder he
looked so glum... I decided the best remedy was another
kiss, and we both eagerly embraced. He still smelled
lightly of sweat and spunk, in an attractive and erotic way.
When the light finally went out, we lay awake for hours,
talking softly to each other about everything and nothing.
We touched each other freely, all modesty having been thrown
to the wind several hours earlier. I couldn't get enough of
him, nor he of me, both of us exploring areas that had been
"off-limits" to others our entire lives. I had never felt
so free with another person before. We soaked another piece
of cloth that night, reveling in the pinched but ecstatic
feeling of second orgasm so soon after the first.
Dan fell asleep first, clutched under my arm as I spooned
gently into him. The heat from his body mixed with mine and
pooled under the thin sheet, leaving me warmer than I had
ever felt before. I heard Dan mumble my name a few times as
I drifted off into a satisfied haze. I only hoped I would
do the same as I slept.
(End part 3)
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Mmmmm, I just love endings like that. Don't you? More in
store for Alex & Dan in part 4, currently germinating. Drop
by my website for other stories and random stuff you might
like:
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or mail me at: starsong@subdimension.com
Come on! You know you want to. *grin*
Other stories of mine here in the College section:
alex-and-dan (in this directory)
dorm-fun (a THREESOME! Yeah, baby!)
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