Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 10:08:38 -0400
From: Jake Toksmer <jtoksmer@gmail.com>
Subject: College and Grad School 11 and 12

Chapter 11: Party Foul

The second semester I was back in school.  I had essentially no emotions at
this point, so I was very practical.  I studied and I partied, but I was a
sullen sort of guy for the most part.  I probably didn't have the
description attached to my name that a lot of people do: "Oh Jake?  Yeah, I
know him, he's a nice guy."

I figured I was never going to love again, or convinced myself that I
didn't want to, and I didn't do anything that took me down that path at
all.

Anyway, I was back in school and back in my typical school activities.  My
extracurricular activities went back to normal.  I was picking up guys and
tossing them away left and right.  I sort of got carried away and after
three weeks after the new semester started I was not paying close enough
attention when I was at a party one night.

I had arrived at my friend Amy's house earlier in the day and helped set
up, getting the grill going and running to the liquor store for a few
things before the party got started.

It was a full house that night - wall-to-wall people - and I was NOT
keeping my hands to myself.  Most people figured it was a joke when I ran
my hands across a guy's chest or "accidentally" touched his ass.  I didn't
care, though.  I was drunk.  Very, very drunk and just wanted to get laid.

My gaydar wasn't working properly, it turned out.

I had started hanging on this one guy - not literally, but figuratively.
He was really cute, wearing a faded t-shirt over a long-sleeve shirt and
some low-rise jeans.  He looked a million bucks, probably six-foot-two,
dark hair and dark eyes.

I flirted big time.  Hardcore flirting, where if you don't realize it
you're really, really thick.  And so it seemed with this guy.  I couldn't
figure out why he wasn't responding or flirting back.  Surely he'd be into
me, my drunken stupor told me.  What was he waiting for?

The night wore on and I was becoming more and more touchy-feely with this
guy.  He was hot, and wasn't making me stop, so I kept touching his arm,
putting my hand on his shoulder, and casually touching is ass more than
necessary.  He had stayed the same, maybe warmed up a little bit, but
things were still casual.  I went and got another drink, and got one for
him.  There was A LOT of vodka in it, so much I remember him coughing after
the first sip.  But he finished it, and was clearly drunk off his ass.

He got ready to leave and I decided to leave with him.  I grabbed my jacket
and we left.

I remember thinking our conversation was going really well.  I'm sure it
was typical drunken talk with little basis in fact or reality, but I was
turning on the charm as we walked back towards campus.  We got to an older
set of dorms and I followed him in.  He just kept talking and so did I.
Got back to his room and let himself in, but left the door open while he
kept talking.  I walked in and closed it behind me - his roommate was out,
and since it was already 2AM I figured he wasn't going to be back.

This guy - how sad is it that I don't even remember his name - fell back
into his chair and was slumped there.  I got down on my knees in front of
him and started to undo his belt.  He looked at me like I was insane for a
split second and then had that drunken look of someone that really doesn't
know what is happening.  So I undid his pants and pulled them down a bit.

Totally flaccid, but that didn't last long.  I got to work right away and
started sucking his dick, getting him hard eventually.  He stopped me when
he realized there was a guy on his dick and stood up, only to fall over
again.  I told him not to worry about it - no one cares and it's all just
human nature or some other drunk talk.

He seemed to accept that and then got up to climb into bed.  He stripped as
he stumbled to his bed, cock still hard.  I stood up and stripped, too,
hopping into bed next to him and going back down on his dick.  I sucked him
off for what seemed like a long time, but what was probably only a few
minutes.  I pulled my face up from his crotch and told him to fuck me.  He
lazily, drunkenly climbed up as I laid down and put my legs up.  He grabbed
my ankles and clearly couldn't see straight, or didn't quite know what do
when seeing my dick there instead of what he probably normally saw.  I
reached down and pulled his dick towards me, lining him up and egging him
on.

He buried himself right into me as far as he could go.

"Oh yeah," he said, and with that started sliding in and out of my ass.  I
was moaning a little, really enjoying this.

Since we were drunk it took A LONG time.  I feel like it was fifteen,
twenty minutes that this guy was pounding my ass before I came, and even
longer before he came inside me.  He pulled out right after he came and
fell down on top of me, fast asleep.  I pushed him to his side and curled
up in front of him, my ass right up against his sticky dick.

In the middle of the night, I woke up when he threw his arm around me.  I
went right back to sleep.

I woke up around 7AM and got out of bed.  I started to put my clothes on
when he stirred.

"What the fuck?  Who the FUCK are you?"

"I'm Jake.  Damn, you were out of it last night," I replied.

"What the... where the fuck are my clothes???"

"Right here."  I pointed to them on the floor.

He started to freak out a bit as I put my shirt on and reached for my
shoes, wanting to know what it meant and what happened and how it happened
and in general being more dramatic than I felt I had ever been.

"Look," I finally said, "We had sex.  You fucked me in the ass, we fell
asleep, and here we are.  Thanks, it was fun."

"But, oh man... oh shit!"

More freaking out, so I grabbed my jacket and got up.  He leapt out of bed
and ran to the door, slamming it closed as I opened it.  He was still naked
and I was staring at his rather hot 6'2" frame while he panicked.

"You can't tell anyone about this!  Fuck!  I can't believe you did that to
me!  You can't tell ANYONE!  Shit!"

"Uh, no offence, but my ass is the one that got used.  You got off.  Excuse
me."

And I opened the door.  Right as I stepped into the hall he whispered,
venomously, "you better keep your fucking mouth closed, fag!"

I turned around and said, "Whatever."

As I walked off with him still standing in the doorway his roommate came
around the corner.  I only knew because the roommate called out the guy's
(the one I'd just slept with) name, only to hear the door slam behind me.

I didn't say a word.  I just walked back home, cleaned up, and went about
my day.  I had a massive hangover so I didn't do much.

It wasn't the last time I would see that guy.  But that's a story that will
have to wait.


Chapter 12: The OLD Guy

I went down to Atlanta one night.  It wasn't a long drive and I just wanted
to go out someplace where people didn't know me.  I didn't want anyone
coming up to me and asking how I was, or what I was doing tonight, or how
classes were, or anything.

I particularly didn't want the ol' "are you doing alright" question from
people who knew my entire story.  I was doing just fine.  Thinking back on
it, I definitely wasn't, but I still was an angry guy.

I went to some bar - it's probably not even there now - and had a couple of
drinks.  I thought I recognized a guy and went over to talk to him, only to
realize I was wrong and it was someone else.  No big deal.  I went back up
to the bar and someone starting hitting on me.  He was older - at the time,
I would have called him just plain old, but now that I'm catching up to his
age, I know better!

Anyway, his name was Ted, and he was about 42 or 43.  He was really
attractive and started buying me drinks.  I wasn't going to say no.

Several drinks later he suggested we go to a club and dance.  So we headed
out of the bar and to some club.  The music was pumping, the lights were
flashing, and we had a couple of drinks while we started to get down to the
music.  I was having a great time, sweating up a storm and grinding with
this guy.  I had a raging hard-on from dancing with him - we were touching
each other all over and generally being one of those couples on the dance
floor that you know is going to go have sex in the bathroom.

I did NOT have sex in the bathroom of that club.  So all those people
thinking that are wrong!

Ted unbuttoned my shirt while we were dancing - there were plenty of people
who were dancing shirtless, so having my shirt unbuttoned was no biggie.  I
really enjoyed it, to be honest.  He rubbed his hands all over my pecs and
my abs while we danced, and when I turned around he ground his crotch into
my ass through our jeans, holding around my bared chest while we moved to
the music.

Eventually my shirt came off entirely.  We kept dancing, stopping only to
go get a drink, which was typically a shot of some kind.  We were having a
lot of fun.  And yes, I got a lot of stares.  Once my shirt was off
entirely I know there were several people who tried to touch and caress my
chest.  Several people "accidentally" bumped into me.

I got licked by one guy, which was fine - I was drunk and having a great
time.

Eventually Ted asked me if I wanted to leave.  It was sometime around 1AM,
I think, and I said sure.  I was way too drunk to drive, so we walked back
to his place.

He had an incredible loft.  I can't remember what he did - I think he was a
lawyer.  Anyway, incredible loft with a huge wall of windows and a balcony
just beyond looking out over Atlanta.  He showed me inside and I have to
admit, I really was impressed.

Standing in the kitchen area, he was talking about the countertops or the
stove or something, when I shut him up by kissing him.  And that was it for
talk.

I quickly started stripping - he was helping me.  He seemed more reluctant
to take his clothes off, but he shouldn't have been.  I could tell he
didn't work out much, but he wasn't out of shape either.  He was a
FANTASTIC kisser, though.  So off came my clothes as we moved from the
kitchen to the living area, making out the whole time.

I was stark naked as I fell onto his couch, him on top of me, us still
making out furiously.  I was rock hard, and I could feel he was under those
jeans.  I started trying to get his clothes off, too.  And I managed, in
between having my neck, my chest, and my lips kissed and caressed by his
lips.

I got him naked and we kept making out.  We were leaking pre-cum all over
each other and onto his couch (poor guy, having that mess to clean up
later).  Eventually, though, we paused and got up for another drink.

Naked vodka martinis.

Since it was fairly nice out, we went out on the balcony overlooking the
city.  It was, I have to say, exhilarating.  Naked, outside on the balcony,
in the biggest city in the South.

After our martinis we started making out again.  We took our glasses back
inside and headed up the spiral staircase to the bed area.  I literally
leapt into the bed as he climbed in on the other side.  We started making
out again.  But not for long... he told me to fuck him, and I was happy to
oblige.

He grabbed some lube out of the bedside table and I put some on his hole
and on myself, then started to slide in.  He told me not to take it so easy
- he was used to it.  That was all the instruction I needed, and I started
pumping in and out of his ass quickly.  I was so horny from being naked and
making out for so long it didn't take but a few minutes before I came.  I
let it all out and looked down at him, kissing him again.  He had a big
smile on his face, but hadn't come yet.

I pulled out and laid there for a minute or two as he got up and put lube
on his own dick.  I was spent, but wasn't about to deny him, and he got up
and lined up his dick with my hole.  Then he paused.  Since I had started
slowly, he asked me how experienced I was... I told him I'd been with
several guys and this was nothing new to me.

And then he pushed in.

And he was GOOD.

I can't even begin to describe what he did, and I know I can't replicate
it.  But damn, he not only knew what he was doing, but he REALLY knew what
he was doing.  It might have had something to do with the fact that I had
just come and was sensitive - but that was my dick.  What he was doing to
my prostate was insane.

He slid in and out and I was moaning like nobody's business.  It was
awesome.  He wasn't big or anything, just really talented.  My dick sprang
to attention pretty quickly again and he kept at it.  And at it.  And at
it.  He was like a machine - a sex machine designed specifically to make my
night.

I came again - before he did, actually.  And as I was coming down off of
that he finally came, too.

He pulled out and we lightly cleaned up before falling asleep.  It was hard
for me to sleep with all the city lights coming through that big wall of
windows, but I managed a few hours.

I woke up before Ted and went downstairs.  I didn't get dressed and instead
poured myself a glass of orange juice and went outside on the balcony
again.  There was no way for any of his neighbors to see me, even if they
had been out on their balconies, but I don't know about the rest of the
city.  Someone with a telescope surely could, but I just laid back on one
of the lounge chairs and sat in the early morning sunlight.  It was cold,
but the sunlight directly on my body was just enough to keep me
comfortable.

I went back inside and he had gotten up.  We had a nice little naked
breakfast, made out some more, and showered.  He walked me back to where my
car had been parked the night before - it was still there (no one wanted to
steal it - it was too weird) - and kissed me goodbye.

We had exchanged email addresses and he emailed me before I got back to
school.  He had enjoyed our evening, and I wrote back telling him I felt
the same.  We met again a few times that semester, but I made it clear I
wasn't looking for a relationship.  He told me he wasn't either when I told
him that - he just thought I was cute and wanted to spend some time with
me.  And we did.