Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 04:59:47 -0700
From: "e_bacrot@yahoo.com" <e_bacrot@yahoo.com>
Subject: College with Kenny 2

   I woke up early as usual the next day and had to get Kenny moving quick.
Mike would be back around 10am or so, and I didn't need to answer questions
why a hot little 1/2 peruvian kid was in my bed.  But one thing was for
sure, I drained my dick first before Mike in college :).  I got him up and
he said he was gonna head back to his room and shower rather than use ours,
that was fine with me.  I didn't expect any morning action in the shower
with him, and I didn't expect him to remember/acknowledge what happened the
night before anyway. But I wanted to see:

Me: Last night was pretty fun right?

Kenny: Oh yea, I had a good time, download more music for tonight.

Me: Ok...I'll get started after I shower.

He smiled and left and I was still dumbfounded.  Was his good time
listening to music and chilling, or was it what we did after last night.
He was very cryptic with his answers the next day, and I know some guys get
a little weird the next morning sober, but I honestly don't think he
remembered or he just didn't seem to think it was a big enough deal to talk
about the next day.  Either way, it was confusing for me and made me think
I was doing something wrong in the whole thing.  I didn't want to date him
or anything, but I did want him to at least understand what was going on
between us.  It was like the night before had never happened to him,
whether or not that was denial on his part or forgetfulness, I wasn't sure
yet.  The other possibility like I said before, was that he just didn't
seem to think anything about it.  We both got off, and it was a good night.
He was like that with pretty much every other situation in his life, so I
thought their was a good chance he was cool with our thing too.....whatever
our thing was.  I cleaned up the room and aired it out with the window fan
so it wouldn't smell like the cum of two 18 year olds when Mike got back.
It still smelled a little like booze and smoke (I smoked a cigarette now
and then, Kenny smoked about 1/2 pack a day back then).  Mike came in and
showed me pictures of his new nephew, we hugged and I congratulated him.

Mike: Anything big happen while I was gone?

Me: Umm, nah, not really...Kenny has been over hanging out listening to
music and shit. (And sucking my cock haha).

Mike: Any girls?

Me: Yea, he brought a couple over, one was cool.  They didn't stay long,
but I have a date I guess with Caitlin.  Or, I did, she never called and we
were gonna meet for lunch.

Mike: ahh well, 1000's of girls here.

I checked our phone and I did have a message from her.  This was back in
the day when you had to pick up the phone and listen to the dialtone skip
on the other end to see if you had a message.  She couldn't make it today,
but maybe over the weekend.  She had to head home to take care of some
family thing, so I felt a little better I wasn't dumped before our first
date.  Day went on, we went to lunch together and I had the computer on
full speed downloading the queue all day.  Mike seemed to be getting it on
pretty well with a girl at lunch.  He and her were talking and she seemed
interested in him.

Mike: I'm gonna hang out with her (forgot her name) tonight in her suite.

Me: Ok thats cool, Kenny wants to check out the music I've been downloading
today and chill.

Mike: Well, I'll be back late, or hopefully not back at all haha.

I punched him and we laughed.  Hopefully Mike would get to get his dick wet
tonight, and I was kinda hoping for the same thing.  Time would tell I
guess, I was still confused about Kenny and I, I guess I would just see
what happened.  Kenny showed up around 8pm, Mike was just getting ready to
leave.  We all chatted a bit and had a few drinks.  Mike needed a few beers
to losen up for the night, gain some fake confidence.  Mike left and said
he hopefully wouldn't see us until tomorrow (I hoped so too for him and
me).  I don't know if Kenny did it on purpose, but he was wearing an outfit
that was making my dick stretch out my gym shorts.  He had a tight black
wifebeater on showing off his pure brown skin on his arms and shoulders,
and tight fitting jean shorts.  He was pretty built for a smaller guy, and
his outfit showed it off well.  He smelled like he just walked out of the
shower, and his hair was all messy, I guess he didn't bother combing it
after he washed up.  I had to calm down, I wasn't ready to try anything
with him until we were both a little more drunk.  So the night went on
listening to the new music I downloaded, the whole time I just admired his
look secretly.  He would look over at me, nod and smile when another song
started, gauging my feeling for it.  I loved, and still love music, by my
mind was still working like a chess computer trying to read him.  Looking
back I probably overthought everything a little too much early on in my gay
sex career in college, but he was quite and enigma and I was trying to
figure him out before I made a move.  I didn't want it to always be barely
awake sorta sex, but I would still take what I could get as an 18 year old
with a hard dick if thats all I could have.

Me: You sleeping here tonight or heading back up in a bit?

Kenny: I dunno, guess I'll see how drunk I get and if Mike comes back. (he
smiled)

See?  Another weird cryptic chat. Did he mean how drunk he got because he
wouldn't be able to go back upstairs to his own place, and with Mike, did
it mean if Mike came back we could hang out, or help him back up together,
or??....man I didn't know anything at that age with reading people.  He was
a rot on my brain, because although I consider myself pretty smart, he was
the most cunning thing I ever met in my life, and I still couldn't figure
it out.  With Nick, (another story) at least I knew he was just getting
drunk so he would be able to fuck around with me without having any
inhibitions.  We both knew what was gonna happen when we started drinking,
although he was much more emotional about hookups and shit, at least I
always knew what his plan was; AND we always talked about it too!  Even if
the talks went shitty sometimes, at least we did talk about IT.  And I am
writing this knowing the future too, Nick was my sophmore year, so I didn't
really have any of these thoughts or memories in my head at the time; I was
a confused, scared kid.  I guess with Kenny, if he wanted to fool around
and pretend it didn't happen the next day, that was fine with me, and I
guess he didn't tell me that was his plan because that would ruin the whole
scheme of just denying whatever had happened the night before.  So we kept
drinking, and I was kinda losing my horniness with him because I was
overthinking too many things.  It must have shown, as far as me with a
scrunched brow looking at him like science experiment.  He looked over:

Kenny: Man, you look way too serious.  Lemme make a couple more drinks.

Me: Yea sorry, I was thinking about the girl I was supposed to meet today
for lunch.  (Quick lie, but a good one at my age and experience.)

Kenny: Oh haha, pussy on the mind all the time dude!

Me: Well so far so good I guess huh?

Kenny: hahah yea dude!

Still no clue what was happening.  I was dropping subtle hints about what
we had done the past few nights, and they were rolling off him like water
off a duck's back.  JESUS.

Me: I mean, so far so good with you and me, you know?

Kenny: Oh yea, hanging about has been great man!

He made the drinks and came back over the the computer.  I was on the bed
behind him and he was in my desk chair looking at songs.

Me: I mean the stuff we did last night and before in the bathroom Kenny?
In bed, naked......

Kenny: haha oh yea man, I was down with that, nice times.

Me: So whats next then?

Kenny: who knows man? right? hahaha

Ok, so now I was almost completely convinced he just saw us hooking up as a
"thing" that would happen sometimes.  And that was fine with me, and at
that age, I didn't really care how it worked out at night as long as it
ended with us hooking up.  Him being so casual about the whole thing was
still kind of suprising, but also relaxing for me, my mind could stop
wondering.  Maybe it was the alcohol for him that night, but he wasn't
stumbling drunk that night at all, so maybe I had a door to open to make it
a little more personal.  Again nothing serious, that was never my plan, but
I wanted a steady bud to fool around with, that was my goal.  I sorta
missed half myself in highschool I guess, I knew I was bi for a long time
and I only had one serious hookup in highschool (Eric) and the same with
him after a year after I graduated.  So I wanted to make up for it in
college, I wanted the best of both worlds while I was here and wanted to
take full advantage of it.  I honestly couldn't have picked a better
candidate for my first semi-serious thing in college, well not picked, just
fell into it I guess.  We were both getting a little more sloppy, it was
around 11pm and Mike called and said not to expect him till morning.  He
sounded like he was having a good time on his end, and I said good luck.
Good luck to me I thought too, at least I knew we had the room that night.
I changed into my pyjama bottoms to warm up a little, but at the same time
took my t-shirt off and sat next to Kenny.  He was still focused on the
screen on the computer, but he was having trouble typing at this point.

Me: Wanna lay down on the bed?

Kenny: Yea, I'm almost done, sounds good.

Me: You sleeping here?  Want help to get your sneakers and shorts off for
bed?

Kenny: Yea, please.

No problem there.  I yanked his sneakers and socks off and threw them on
the floor.  I unbuttoned his shorts and as I pulled them down ran my hand
over his bulge in his underwear.  Not much of a reaction from him, but I
wanted him to know if he wanted to fool around I was interested.

(Just made me think of an amazing side note that could be a story, well a
kinda short one, but definetly memorable.  Later on freshman year I had a
kid named Jason in my room and I was helping him with a project.  He was a
tall, skinny kid.  Probably 6'3" but weighed maybe 160 pounds.  Good
looking, no doubt there, but I had already pegged him as straight.  We were
English 101 together and drinking a little bit and he was really tired, it
was late, a bad combination.  My major didn't require a lot of writing, but
as freshmen we had to take certain Gen-Ed classes as they called them.  So
I knew English, he didn't, just a kinda helping out a friend of a friend
kinda thing.  He got up to take a piss and came back, he was not used to
alcohol and came back and sat on my bed while I typed out his paper a
little.  I looked over and his fly was down, and I could see his dick
sticking out through the hole in his boxers.  I won't lie, it looked really
nice and I leaned over to get a closer look.  Thick soft, nice mushroom
head, I bet he was bigger than me.  (I would find out) He had been saying
all night how he had to get back to his room soon, and had to leave before
that.  He opened his eyes and caught me staring and I said I was just going
to zip him up because his dick was hanging out.  After that, he made every
effort to try and assure me that he should probably stay over and work on
the paper together late night, and in the morning, it would be for the
best....he kept trying and trying, but I was so fucking nervous that I got
caught doing something.  So he was me in that situation, he was taking a
chance, but I was too scared he was just using it as a way to expose me or
something, ended up a totally different angle later on.  Anyway, thats a
different story, I have too many stories going as it is haha.)

Sorry about the side note length, just made me wanna tell another story,
one that I completely forgot about.  Well not forgot about, but just a
different interaction, maybe I'll write about it.  Anyway, I got Kenny down
to his boxers and left his wife beater on, I got down to my boxer briefs
and climbed into bed with him.  We both layed there staring at the ceiling,
I was hoping he would make the first move.  I started by putting my arm
underneath his head and rubbing the back of his head, pretty harmless I
thought.  He turned on his side and looked at me smiling, I could still see
his face from the light coming from the street lights outside my dorm
window.  I was still unsure of what his smile meant, but if I wanted to get
some play with a cute guy like Kenny, I would need to do something first I
thought.

Sorry about the abrupt end, had to go to work.  I'll finish it up tonight
and post a long part.  Got me kinda wanting to write a short one about
Jason.  No relationship with him, but a very interesting few nights.