Date: Thu, 5 Nov 1998 01:45:45 EST
From: DrThroat@aol.com
Subject: Chat Buddy

So this is my fourth attempt at this type of fiction. Once again, if you
are offended by this type of erotic fiction, kindly leave this webpage
promptly.  Otherwise, if you are a sick puppy just like myself, go ahead
and read on. If my story helped you satisfy your urges, drop me a line at
DrThroat@aol.com and tell me how it went.

				Chat Buddy

				By DrThroat

Chapter 1: Addicted to Chat

I'm in college now. But our story actually starts when I was in high school
and discovered that the athletically endowed guys got my attention more
than the cheerleaders did. I loved going to the football team games and
practices and see all those muscle-bound guys in their prime.  Since I was
generally a good guy myself, but way too slim to qualify for the team, most
of the guys on the football team just assumed that I am a true fan and they
took a liking to me. Which actually made things worse. Spending all the
time with them in the lunch room and in the parties, pretending to be
another cool straight guy, while the object of my desires was actually
them, just confused the hell out of me.

But I never dared to do anything about it. The idea of being with another
guy in an intimate way just petrified me. The only outlet I had was the
internet. I first discovered all the nudie sites at age sixteen. I then
learned to refine my searches to find some hard core gay sex, and jerk off
to the pictures. Pretty sad life, if you ask me, but that is all I could
think of. I then found out about all the chat rooms on AOL. I would get
online every night and enter some kind of M4M chat room. Of course, I did
not reveal my true identity or location, for fear of being discovered! I
got to meet some people online, and pretty much the only thing I shared
with them was our addiction to chat rooms.

So at the ripe age of eighteen I entered college. I got into University of
Michigan, not too far from home, even though I always thought I would end
up in Florida to get away from the cold. During the summer before freshman
year started I got a notice about my housing arrangement. It turned out I
was going to share a two bedroom mini-apartment with one other guy, Brent
Sanders. So naturally I took the initiative and called him up. Surprise,
surprise, another football team dream player! He was actually drafted for
the team, but since he wanted a little more quiet and privacy, they had
housed them in the apartments, with me, not with the rest of the team.

First day of orientation I got there early, my parents unloaded my stuff
into the room, and left early. After I unpacked, I went to lunch with
another buddy from the same high school. A couple of hours later I headed
home. I looked up to where the window to our common room was, and I saw
Brent was already there. He had no shirt on, just a pair of blue shorts,
sitting in the widow to dry off his sweat. I knew immediately that rooming
with this guy was going to be emotional trouble. I headed upstairs and
found him in the living room.

Allow me a moment to describe how delicious my new roommate was. A buzz
haircut with a golden brown hue. Blue eyes the color of the Caribbean
seas. Built upper body, with the kind of pecs that you would like to sink
your teeth into and milk the hell out of them. He had a gorgeous pinkish
complexion, tight stomach, and a bubble butt that would get an A+ by me.

Even though his half-nakedness left me speechless, I was able to get past
the usual pleasantries and introduce myself. We spent the rest of the day
together, for lack of knowing too many other people and having anything
else to do. I learned that he was a corn-fed boy from Idaho on a football
scholarship. He had a girlfriend back home (damn!) who was not allowed to
visit since she was only sixteen. That pretty summed up that this guys is
probably very straight, and no hanky-panky for me as I had read in some of
those dirty website stories.

As the semester started, Brent and I kept our friendship casual. Which was
not easy, considering he liked to walk around the apartment wearing only a
pair of CK athletic briefs, with a trademark yellow stain in the middle of
the front pouch. Modesty was not in his vocabulary for sure.

Once again my sexlife was reduced to online adventures. I would lock myself
in my room pretty much every night after 10, and enter chat rooms. I was
now frequenting the collegeM4M room of the various sources. I met some more
people online, who told me about themselves and their inhibitions. This
part of my life I could never share with Brent.

One Saturday morning, as I was in the kitchen area eating my bowl of
breakfast, Brent emerged from his room, once again in his CK briefs.

"Hey Paulie, you were up late last night again, typing away at your
computer. Are you taking classes which require you to type a lot of
papers?"

"Ah, no, not really."  Being caught in the middle of dreaming about his
crotch, and my illicit affairs on the net, I could not think straight. "I,
uh, I was, uh, just cruising the internet."

"You seem to do that a lot.  Practically every night."

"Well, it's and addiction." Little did he know it had also become a
lifestyle.

"What do you look up?"

"This and that, nothing really interesting."

"It must be interesting if you do it every single night for a few hours!"

"You know, just killing time."

"Do you have any practical uses for it at all?"

This was my chance for salvation.  "Actually, if you want to talk to
friends back home for cheap, you can just meet them in a chat room or set
up your own private chat room with the. This way you save on your AT&T
bill."

"Really? That's neat.  Maybe I can use it to talk to my girlfriend then and
save some bucks."

Oh yeah, that bitch! "Sure, and then there are all other kinds of chat
rooms you can get into and meet people online. This way you do not have to
reveal your true identity, just exchange ideas--" I caught myself
volunteering way too much information at his point.

"Oh, really? That looks already more than any amount of time I have to
spend online."

"Well--?"

"So maybe I'll tell Cindy to find me online tonight and see how it
goes. Thanks buddy."

And off he was, back to his room.  That night, I logged online again, in
the college M4M room, chatting away. Except I could hear Brent typing away
in his room, probably chatting with that bitch that had the rights to his
goodies. The next morning Brent told me that he actually found Cindy online
and talked with her for hours. Over the next few weeks I found Brent more
and more locked in his room, chatting online to Cindy, as I was locked in
my room, chatting in the M4M rooms. We could hear each other typing across
the thin walls, kinda freaky.


Chapter 2: ButtToGo

Well, as the second semester rolled on, Brent and I found ourselves more
and more locked into our respective rooms, chatting away online. My
fascination with his crotch was intense, especially since he insisted on
walking around in the apartment in his undies (but not less than that) even
in the winter of Michigan.

One evening, when I was particularly horny and obsessed with Brent, I
logged online again. This time I entered the men-in-underwear room in
celebration of my desires. There were about twenty people there, mostly
comparing notes about the types of underwear, how many were actually
wearing one, etc. Mostly, cheap thrills.

One of the guys there, ButtToGo, looked like he was pretty similar in his
interests. Turned out he was also a closet gay man, who was using the net
as his main outlet. He had not come out to anyone he knew, not even to his
girlfriend! He was at NYU, and after much pleading he finally told me his
name was Ryan. He was a senior in college, with a medium build. Strange
thing, he also had a secret desire for one of the guys living on his floor
in the dorms, but did not have the courage to do something about it even
though he had suspicions this guy may be gay.

I, of course, lied like crazy. I told him that I was built, that my name
was Mike, I went to Florida State (where I always pictured myself in my
dreams), and that I had a crush on my roommate who was in the baseball
team! Why did I have to lie about the details, for fear of being caught by
someone who knew me? Crazy, but I still did. I was just honest about the
circumstances, so that I could have a decent chat.

Over the course of the next few weeks, this guy ButtToGo and me met
frequently online and discussed our desires and frustrations. We never
dared exchange phone numbers or anything, just chat online. I grew to trust
him.  His main "threat" was that he was going to come down to Florida on
Spring Break and look me up. Good luck doing that, I thought to myself!

Brent went back home for the last weekend of February. I was left alone in
the apartment. My thoughts ran so crazy Friday night that I entered his
room without him being there, something I had never done before. I took off
my clothing, and walked around naked, taking in his musk that was lingering
in his room. I looked in his drawers, but did not find anything
interesting. I finally found his dirty laundry bag, and fished around in it
until I found one of his dirty briefs. I put it next to my nose, and took
in a deep breath of his stinky manly smell all the way down into my
lungs. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but could not stop myself. I then
looked in the front pouch and found a few pubic hairs. This just drove me
totally nuts and I lost all common sense.

I lay on his bed. I kept sniffing his underwear as I massaged my cock. I
pretended Brent was there with me, grinding his groin into mine instead of
that bitch Cindy. I rolled around in his bed a few times to get a full
sense of him. I then wore his briefs and massaged my cock through the
fabric. With my other hand I slipped behind the legband, and my fingers
found their way to my butthole. This double stimulation took me to a new
dimension of ecstasy, and before I knew it I shot my load into his briefs.

Fuck! What have I done? I quickly rearranged everything the way it was, and
left his room still wearing his cum-filled briefs. I put his briefs in my
laundry pile, and took a cold shower. It's one thing to be obsessed with
someone, but to violate their privacy and their personal space is
unacceptable. Yet it felt so good, I wanted to do it again.

I quickly logged on to find Ryan, maybe he could calm me down. He wasn't
there. Maybe he was out having fun. I left him a lengthy e-mail and told
him to find me ASAP. The next day, as I woke, I got the urge to repeat my
misadventure. I knew the only one that could knock some sense into me was
Ryan. I logged on, he still wasn't there. Damn! If I only had his number in
New York I could just call him and talk to him in person.

I had to leave my apartment, or else I would get myself into a lot of
trouble. I put my jacket on and went for a long walk in the middle of the
snow. I was not dressed warm enough, but did not care. By the time I came
back home, I was sneezing pretty hard.

Ryan was nowhere to be found the whole weekend. He had not even checked his
e-mail. Finally, Brent came back Sunday evening and broke the solitude. He
wanted to talk about his weekend, but I could not bear to look at him after
what I had done to him. Then I thought he was gonna tell me about his
girlfriend, so I used my cold as an excuse and went into my
room. Naturally, I logged on again, still no Ryan. So I entered some chat
room to just cruise the scene.

Next door I could hear Brent as he finished unpacking. Then the ticking on
his keyboard started.  Damn! He just came back from having his tool
serviced by Cindy the whole weekend, and he is already back chatting with
her online.

I went to fix myself some hot tea in the kitchen. By the time I came back,
Ryan had logged on.  Turned out that he was visiting his family in Virginia
for the weekend.

	ButtToGo
        : Sorry I was not there for you buddy.
	CollegeKid
        : I really needed you.
        ButtToGo
        : Sorry. How do you feel now?
        CollegeKid
        : Crappy. I just hope he does not
        find out.
        ButtToGo
        : Did you make sure you left
        everything the way it was?
        CollegeKid
        : Yup, minus the briefs, which I am
        hiding until the next time I do laundry.
        ButtToGo
        : Cool.
        CollegeKid
        : I couldn't even pass his door in
        the hallway the whole weekend. I went for a long walk in
        the snow just to get out of here. And now I have a nasty
        cold.
        ButtToGo
        : SNOW??
        CollegeKid
        : Yeah, it snowed here all weekend
        and I did not dress warm enough as I left home.
        ButtToGo
        : Buddy, I think you have some
        explaining to do. It does not snow in Florida...
        Would you like to explain?

Shit! I was caught. In my sorry state, I forgot that I had told Ryan that I
go to Florida. The one person I really could trust and considered a true
online confident, he now thinks I am a liar. I really fucked up now.  I'll
have to try honesty, maybe he'll forgive me...

	CollegeKid
        : I'm really sorry. You're right, I was lying about my true
        identity. Being a closet gay, I always thought I should
        hide my true name just so I don't get caught. My true
        name is Paul, my friends call me Paulie. And I go to
        University of Michigan. That's the whole truth, and all
        the other stuff we talked about was definitely true.
        Would you have it in your heart to forgive me?

Dead silence! No response for what looked like eternity.

        ButtToGo
        : Yeah, sure, forgiven! As a fellow closet gay man, I could
        see where you are coming from. As long as we are honest now.
	CollegeKid
        : Promise.
        ButtToGo
        : Good.
        CollegeKid
        : Thanks for understanding.
        ButtToGo
        : Sure.

And we kept chatting, most of the evening, mostly about my hidden desires
for Brent, and my inhibitions about approaching it.


Chapter 3. Gezhuntheit!

The next day I woke up before Brent, and I was in the kitchen area when he
emerged from his room. He was wearing his briefs, just like the one I came
in a couple of nights ago. And on his crotch was his signature yellow stain
which drove me crazy. Once again I could not look at him.  And he was not
talkative either. He served himself his bowl of cereal, and ate it in
silence. The whole time I was petrified that he had found out, that he was
mad at me, and that he was still trying to figure out how to beat the crap
out of me. I did not dare to stay a thing either.

Finally, as he finished his breakfast, and was heading back into the
hallway, I sneezed, to which he replied: "Gezhuntheit!", his trademark
response to anyone sneezing.

That evening I found Ryan again online.

        CollegeKid
        : What if he knows?
        ButtToGo
        : How could he?
        CollegeKid
        : I don't know, but he was acting
        strange.
        ButtToGo
        : Believe me, any straight guy who
        would have found out what you have done to him, would not
        wait to beat the crap out of you, he would just kill you
        right there and then.
        CollegeKid
        : Funny...NOT!
        ButtToGo
        : You're just paranoid.
        CollegeKid
        : For the right reasons. I can hear
        him chatting online with Cindy again.
        ButtToGo
        : How do you know?
        CollegeKid
        : He's ticking away at the keyboard
        as we talk.
        ButtToGo
        : How do you know he's chatting
        with Cindy?
        CollegeKid
        : Who else could he be chatting
        with? Are there any non-gay chatrooms? LOL!
        ButtToGo
        : You'll be surprised what people
        do not tell you.
        CollegeKid
        : You just don't know what you are
        talking about. Look, this guy is my roommate, and if I'm
        telling you he's online chatting with the bitch, then
        trust me.
        ButtToGo
        : Whatever.

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, things remained very cold
between me and Brent. He never told me anything that was bothering him
though. The only times we would exchange words was when I sneezed and he
would reply: "Gezhuntheit!" I was convinced that he knew, but Ryan kept
knocking some sense into me. I really grew closer to him, and actually
wished that I could meet him at some point somewhere.

Thursday night I logged on to talk to Ryan again.

        ButtToGo
        : Any developments?
        CollegeKid
        : Nope! He just keeps to himself. In fact he's chatting
        with Cindy again.
        ButtToGo
        : Too bad.
        CollegeKid
        : Tell me about it. Not talking to
        him has even increased my sexual urges for him.
        ButtToGo
        : Really?
        CollegeKid
        : Everytime I see him in his briefs
        with the famous yellow stain, I just want to jump on him
        and have my way with him.
        ButtToGo
        : What wold would you do to him?
        CollegeKid
        : I will start by covering his pecs
        with my mouth, then I will rip off his briefs to finally
        reveal the object of my desires. I will service his cock
        like Cindy has never done it for him before. I will get
        him drunk with pure ecstasy. Then I...
        ButtToGo
        : OK, OK, I get the picture. Just
        don't start jerking off as you are still online with me,
        you horny bastard!

I laughed out loud, but some air must have gone down the wrong pipe, and I
let out a real loud sneeze. So loud, the walls shook.

        ButtToGo
        : Gezhuntheit!

What?! How could he know all the way in New York that I just sneezed? What
the hell is going on here??? I was terribly confused.

        ButtToGo
        : If I were you, I would open the door and step into the
        hallway.

I did not understand what was going on. How could he know? Is there a
hidden camera or something here. And how come Brent was not on his
keyboard. Is this all a bad joke?

I opened my door and stepped into the hallway. I could not believe my
eyes. There he was, Brent, butt-naked with a gorgeous hard-on and legs
spread, sitting next to his computer, awaiting my arrival. Could this be?

"Paulie, I am 'Ryan'."

I just stood there in total disbelief. Was I dreaming?

"No, you are not dreaming.  And no, I did not find out until you told me
yourself online. You idiot! After you told me I decided to torture you a
little bit before I revealed myself to you. And I had broken off with 'the
bitch' quite some time ago."

I was still motionless.

"Come in. I promise not to bite, unless you want me to."

Hypnotized by his member, I slowly walked toward him. As I reached him, I
instinctively knelt down, and without any formalities, grabbed his cock,
and shoved it into my mouth like it was a perfect fitting Lego piece. To
this he responded with a loud grunt and a pelvic thrust that further
exposed his pubic area to me.

I massaged his thighs as I sucked on his cock. My fingers moved their way
to his buttcrack. I spread his cheeks, and found his glory hole. I massaged
him there, and felt him melt in my capable hands with pleasure. Just when
he could not take it any more, he got up, and led me to his bed.

"I believe that you have been to this part of my room before. To bad I was
not there to join you."

He lay me down, and climbed on top. He kissed me on the lips, and then
pushed in with his tongue. His crotch was grinding into mine with a perfect
rhythm.  He kissed me on the neck, and then the chest. He grabbed my shorts
on both sides, and pulled them down in one swing. Like a carnivore, he
attacked my cock and took it all in. My whole rod disappeared into his
manly mouth. Ah, the pleasure.

I got up to position myself in a 69. He got the clue and positioned himself
accordingly. For what looked like eternity, we indulged in each other's
cocks. I finally felt his member swell in my mouth. This was enough to
drive me over the limit too. We both exploded at the same time. I tried to
take in all of his load, but I was just an amateur. He did a better job
with my load.

The whole night we explored each other's bodies in ways we had always
dreamt of. Funny when you think of it. For months we were chatting with
each other online, only to find out later we were right next door.

				  The End

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