Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 23:17:22 -0400
From: Jake Toksmer <jtoksmer@gmail.com>
Subject: College and Grad School 15 and 16

Sorry it's been awhile since I last posted.  Posting two to try to make up.

And, as always, thanks to all of you who've written and those reading for
your encouragement and support.  Enjoy!


Chapter 15: Naked Month

I feel like talking about our apartment.

I've already mentioned that it had two big bedrooms, and that Dave and I
shared ours and Bobby and Will shared theirs.  The bedrooms were on
opposite sides of the apartment and in between was the kitchen, dining
room, and living room.  It was open and basically made the shape of an L -
from their bedroom out into the living room, then the kitchen and dining
room just after the turn of the L and into our bedroom.

Off of the kitchen and what should have been attached to Dave's and my
bedroom was the bathroom and laundry room.  It was a nice big bathroom,
with two sinks and a nice tub and separated shower that was all glass.  The
toilet was blocked off from the rest of the bathroom by a wall that jutted
out from next to the sinks.  It wasn't a separate little room, but it was
reasonably cut-off.

I only mention it because of the Bathroom Rule that we had.  The rule was
that basically whoever needed to use it could, regardless of what else was
going on in there.  That means that if Dave was in there showering I could
walk right in and use the toilet, and Bobby and Will could come in and
brush their teeth or whatever.

I know it seems weird, but we were all good friends and it wasn't anything
we hadn't seen before.

And the reason we chose to live there was because it was very old (cheap)
but had just been totally refinished (nice).  Had it not been for the
granite countertops, travertine flooring, and stainless steel fixtures
(things I only had when I lived in this apartment, actually!), it would
have taken a lot to get the four of us to share it.

Well, Dave was dating Sarah, who is an utter sweetheart.  As I alluded to
before, Dave is married - to this very same Sarah and they just had an
adorable baby girl a few months ago.  Sarah loved to come over and hang
out, but she very rarely stayed the night (maybe once a month at the
absolute most).  And I was often not sleeping there those nights - they had
the room to themselves.

Bobby dated someone new almost every month, but even then, they never slept
over at our place.  He didn't feel it was considerate to his roommate,
Will.

Will, however, was dating Molly.  And Molly was over ALL THE TIME.

It's partly our fault for never saying anything the first semester we were
there.  The second semester it was pretty much ingrained.  Will had even
given her a key to the place, so she'd let herself in and everything.  Even
when we said, "Will, Molly is here way too much" it would be about a week
of not seeing Molly before she was a regular fixture in the apartment
again.

It became a problem when she was locking the bathroom door - and taking
ages - when she stayed over.  That was against the Bathroom Rule - there
were four of us (paying rent, anyway) and we all had to share, and she was
totally violating that rule.  Sometimes she and Will would both be in
there, and they'd lock the door, which bothered us to no end - Jacuzzi tub
or not, they shouldn't be spending a long time in the bathroom when it's
all we've got for four/five people!

It was Dave who suggested how we convince Molly that she doesn't want to
stay over as much.

Out to dinner one night Dave and Bobby and I were sitting around the table
complaining about how often Molly was around and Dave said, "Okay, let's
just make her feel uncomfortable enough to where she doesn't want to come
over anymore."

"And how would we do that?" I asked.  Molly was nice, but stubborn and set
in the routine of being over all the time.

"Well, you know how she's disgusted by how we share the bathroom?" he
continued.  Bobby and I nodded.  "Well, let's sort of extend that out."

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked.

"I say we lounge around naked.  All the time.  Always.  If we're in the
apartment, we're naked, no matter what.  We'll see what she has to say
about that," Dave said.

Bobby and I both laughed.  It was a good idea, and in my opinion, a fun
one.

"I'm in," Bobby said.

"Me too," I added.

Dave informed Sarah that she might not want to come over that night when he
called her because we had instituted Operation Bad Naked (from the Seinfeld
episode).  We walked in the apartment and stripped, tossing our clothes
into our rooms.  To loosen up a bit, we all had a couple of beers.  It was
a good thing, too... both Dave and Bobby were in great shape and if I did
stare I didn't want any physical indication that I liked what I was seeing.

Well, Dave wouldn't have cared.  I still hadn't told Bobby yet.

Will came home and Molly was not with him.  He was shocked, though, and
asked what we were doing.  Dave sort of fibbed:

"It's Naked Month.  All month, we're naked in the apartment.  You should
join us."

This was pretty believable, too, that Dave would just declare a month of
nudity.  He was always declaring a week or a month of something.  There was
literary character month (everyone in the apartment was given a literary
character and that's what we went by all month), no socks month (only he
did that - it was November and my feet were too cold otherwise),
upside-down week (he actually expected us to walk around on our hands,
resulting in a broken lamp and lots of scuff marks on walls, and we turned
everything upside down, including the tv, and hung upside-down off the
couch to watch), etc.

Will said, "Ha!  Well, maybe in a bit.  But put some clothes on before
Molly comes over."

"No can do, Will.  It's Naked Month."

"Whatever," Will said.

We all laughed when Will came back out of his room, clad in boxers.  We
chastised him for not being a team player and going against the rules of
the month, and he finally relented.  He put them back on, though, the
moment the doorbell rang, indicating Molly had arrived.  He tried again to
get us to put on something - anything - and then laughed at us when we said
that just wasn't going to happen.

We heard Molly at the door when Will answered in his boxers.  And she
screamed when she saw us all naked sitting around watching tv.  She ran
into Will's and Bobby's bedroom and hid out there, Will going in after her.

It took a week of solid apartment nudity for her to stop coming over all
the time - though never once did she sit out in the living room with us -
it was always a sprint to the bedroom and then a sprint to the bathroom if
she needed to use it.  Will had gotten into it a little bit and would join
us most of the time, but Dave, Bobby and I were all into it.  And we
decided to go the rest of the month, too.  Commitment to the cause!

It was a lot of fun, and we got very, very comfortable with it.  None of us
really noticed a thing and started going about all of our business in the
apartment stark naked.  We scared quite a few delivery people, as we didn't
get dressed to answer the door when the pizza guy rang.  But we did get our
apartment back, our bathroom went back to normal shared operation, and we
did notice a reduction in our water bill.

Mission accomplished!


Chapter 16: Tall Ben

I first met Ben our freshman year.  We got a long great and I always knew
he was gay, he knew I was, but we didn't hook up but once.  And even then
it was really just some light kissing and masturbation - no sex.  But just
after spring break my junior year Ben and I sort of hooked up again.  We
had hung out over the past two years, but not too much, especially when I
was dating Jeremy.

Anyway, Ben and I ran into each other at a local restaurant (which just
happens to be the best greasy spoon ever if anyone wants a semi-fast food
recommendation) and sat together to catch up.  It had been awhile and we
just ate, chatted, and filled each other in on the main details of our
lives.  Nothing special - I didn't mention Jeremy's death, for example - I
just didn't think that was a good way to catch up with someone.  As I later
found out, Ben had heard about a small gay fratboy that had died from
cancer, and put two and two together when I had dropped out for the
semester.

Since we were both single and free that coming Friday night, we decided to
get together.  There was no set agenda and I'll be honest, I wasn't
expecting much.  We decided we'd catch a movie and if the mood struck us
afterwards, we'd go out for a drink.

That Friday afternoon Ben called and asked if I wanted to get a bite to eat
first.  I said sure, and he said he'd be over to pick me up around 6PM so
we'd have plenty of time to eat and then get to the theatre.  In my mind we
really were just hanging out, so I wasn't expecting him to show up and look
quite so good.

I always thought Ben was handsome - he was about 6'4", light brown hair,
blue eyes, strong but not too cut jaw line, and beautiful body.  He had a
habit of wearing t-shirts that were just the right size to show off every
inch of his physique and that barely covered his torso.  From the one time
our freshman year I remembered a nicely sculpted chest, smooth belly, and
nice arms.  No muscles really to speak of - actually he had less than me -
but he was still a very handsome man.

I suppose Ben really didn't look all that special - no different from
normal, really.  He was dressed in a faded-red tight t-shirt, some cargo
shorts, and flip-flops.  His cologne, though, smelled great, and when I
opened the door I gave him a huge hug, smelling his musky scent.  For what
it's worth, I was wearing a blue polo, cargo shorts, and flip-flops of my
own.  He said he'd drive, which I agreed would be fine.  Over the past
school year I knew that I could get drunk and that I shouldn't drive, and
Ben was very disciplined, so if we did go out, he'd only have a drink or
two and we'd make it home safely.

So we went down to his truck.  Ben drove the gayest truck I'd ever seen - a
Ford Ranger "Splash" edition flare side.  Oh yes.  Small truck, flare side,
with a pin stripe on the side that from more than ten feet away that looked
like a rainbow flag.  It was, I have to say, an extended cab, which I think
was the only way he could fit into it and useful for storing some random
crap.  And it seemed to be full of random crap, like his gym bag, school
bag, and who knows what else.

Anyway, we drove to a sushi restaurant and had just the right amount of raw
fish and perhaps just a little bit too much sake.  We walked from there to
the movie theater, and to be honest, I have no idea what we watched.  We
didn't actually watch much of the movie - we were instead making out kind
of furiously.  I do remember the movie had been out for a little while and
we didn't need to worry about it.  Ben smelled so good and looked so hot,
and he had his rather large hands down my shorts for a large part of the
movie.

Afterwards we were both really turned on.  We got back to the truck and
started making out again, before we ever moved.  We realized that we
probably should take it someplace else, so we managed to unlock our lips
long enough to get out of the parking lot and through the streets until we
could get to a spot we liked.  There was a nice place that was behind an
office complex that was dark and nice, and as familiar with it as we were
with it during the day, we felt fine going back there at night.

It was a nice night, perfectly clear and with the lights being out in that
distant part of the parking lot, we could see some stars.  We actually made
out for a bit there in the cab of the truck before I undid his shorts and
slid them down enough to get to his dick.

It took a bit of maneuvering to slide his shorts and his underwear down,
but eventually they were down enough so I could wrap my lips around his
cock.  And down I went, sliding my mouth all the way down.  As Ben was so
tall, he was similarly endowed in his trousers - nothing spectacular, but
just simple biology meant he was going to be slightly larger than most
other guys.

I slid my mouth up and down and listened to Ben breathe more and more
heavily.  Eventually... bump!  I hit my head on the steering wheel coming
up.  We laughed and decided to move our little party to the bed of the
pickup truck.  Ben grabbed a picnic blanket from behind the seats that he
happened to carry with him and we stepped out into the night.  We put the
tailgate down and put down the blanket and hopped into bed - a bed of
sorts, anyway.  The moment we were back there I was trying to get Ben's
shorts totally off of him.  I managed in a short amount of time and was
back moving my mouth up and down his throbbing dick.

After a couple of minutes, Ben asked me to back off and I did, climbing
back up his chest to kiss him.  We embraced and ran our tongues as far as
we could into one another's mouths.  And then Ben decided to help me out of
my clothes as well.  After getting my shorts, underwear, polo, and
undershirt off, I pulled his t-shirt over his head and we rolled around in
the bed of that pickup truck, both of our legs reaching beyond the tailgate
- his reach quite a bit further than mind.

I pushed off of him, entirely expecting to move back down to his dick, but
stopped to take a look at his body.  Ben had been working out the past
couple of years and now had a gorgeous chest, definition on his abs, and
some of the hottest shoulders I'd ever seen.  He had a diamond patch of
light brown hair right in the center of his chest, but then virtually none
until just above his navel, where a nice little treasure trail started and
ran down to his dick.  He looked hot, and I immediately went down on his
chest and started licking, kissing, and worshipping that sculpture he had
clearly worked hard on.

I slowly made my way down his abs back to his dick, and the moment I
wrapped my lips around it he asked me to stop and turn around - if I was
going to suck him off, he wanted to return the favor.  I obliged and we
69'd for a few minutes.  Ben was good, too - he knew what to do with his
tongue and I was enjoying every second of it.

I was enjoying it a bit too much, actually.  Before long I had stopped
returning the favor for him and though I was holding his dick in my hand,
my mouth was nowhere near it while I moaned and closed my eyes, enjoying
the treatment my own cock was receiving.  I knew I wasn't going to last
much longer and told Ben so.  He really started some magic at that point
and I lasted maybe another twenty seconds when I blew my load into his warm
mouth.  And he didn't stop - much like me he seemed to enjoy the feel and
the taste and I could feel him try to get every last drop of cum out of me.

Momentarily spent, I had to relax, putting my head down on my own arm that
held Ben's dick.  I was breathing hard and told him to wait for a minute.
He said it was fine, to take all the time I needed.  He was fine and
feeling good - better, he said, than he'd felt in awhile.  That made me
feel fantastic, and it didn't take but a few minutes for me to recover
enough to go back to town on Ben's dick.

I turned back around, though, because I do like look up while giving a guy
a blowjob and see the looks on his face.  Anyway, I ran my tongue all over
his dick, which was now leaking rather copious amounts of pre-cum.  I kept
at it, lapping up and enjoying all of it.  I did take a break for myself,
but worshipped his balls so that it wasn't a total break for Ben.  He was
enjoying himself immensely, though, breathing heavily, occasionally moaning
and lying right in the middle of the truck bed he had his arms and legs
spread out as far as he could, totally relaxed and looking up at the stars.

As I went back down on his engorged and throbbing cock once again, I could
actually feel the pressure building up inside him.  I could feel him
contract and relax his muscles as he tried to stave off cumming and so that
he could keep enjoying the pleasure I was giving his dick.  He asked me to
stop for a few moments while he caught his breath - either I was doing
something right or he was really just flattering me.

Without him saying anything, I went back down on him a couple of minutes
later, but I saw him reach up behind him and grab the edge of the truck
bed.  He started breathing more and more heavily as I slid my mouth up and
down his dick.  It wasn't long before he told me he was about to cum and I
felt the first shot fly into my mouth and hit the back of my throat.  I
started swallowing while still sucking as literally torrents of semen
pumped out of Ben's cock and into my eager mouth.

It didn't stop, either.  It just kept coming - Ben kept cumming and cumming
(what a pun!) and I wasn't about to lose any of it.  But I started to fill
up - really, it was insane how much Ben was pumping out.  At one point I
thought cum was about to run out of my nose, which aside from the burn
wouldn't have been that bad, I guess.

Finally Ben stopped pumping and was starting to calm down.  I lapped up
what was left and crawled slowly back up his body to kiss him.  I didn't
realize how much I had had to take until I realized until I was trying to
catch my breath... it had seriously been like a fountain drink... or a
drink out of a fountain that wouldn't stop.

Anyway, Ben and I made out for a bit, lightly, and then cuddled up there in
the bed of the pickup truck.  I sort of rolled over onto his left side,
putting my head on his shoulder, my own shoulder tight up under his left
arm, my leg wrapped over his.  I breathed deeply of his cologne and his
musky scent, a little sweaty after what we'd just done.

I started to drift off to sleep and realized that Ben was falling asleep,
too.  At one point, I know I did sleep, but I don't think it was more than
for a few minutes.  It felt good, and oddly comfortable, to be lying there
next to him, both of us naked, and lying in the bed of his pickup truck on
the outskirts of town in a parking lot.  Strange, huh?

We finally managed to get out of the truck bed, get dressed, and get back
into the cab to drive back to my place.  Ben dropped me off, kissing me
goodnight before I went inside.  Once back in the apartment I showered and
climbed into bed.  It was very late - all I remember was that everyone was
already asleep.  Dave said I didn't wake him when I got home, which was
good - as I wasn't drunk I figured I had been legitimately quiet, but it's
always nice to know you didn't disturb someone.