Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2012 02:02:20 +0000
From: Keith <fcbfankeith@virginmedia.com>
Subject: Coming Out at Uni - part 3

Coming out at Uni - Part 3

Disclaimer: Each part of this story may contain vulgar language and
descriptions of gay sexual activity. If such things are likely to upset
now, or you are underage to read this material in your jurisdiction you
should leave now.

This is a work of fiction, and none of the characters are real people.

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Later that evening I was sat on my bed thinking over what was happening
with Josh and I, when I heard a knock at the door, and before I could
respond, it had opened and Jake came into my room.  "Hi," he said, "I
haven't seen you since this morning."

"No," I responded, "I was at that Engineering orientation thing for most of
the day, and then I went for a drink with another guy who I met there."

"Cool," said Jake, "hey, tomorrow's the Freshers Fair - you know, we can
sign up for all the Societies and Sports stuff. Do you wanna come with me
and we can look around together?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. What are you doing tonight?"

"Ah, um, well I'm seeing Em again. In fact I'm just going out to meet her
now."

"Oh, OK, no problem. Have a good time."

"Cheers," he said and left the room, closing the door behind him. I lay
back on the bed and sighed.  Nothing was getting any easier. Even this
short exchange provoked a longing, as shown by the bulge in my
jeans. Somehow, I had to rationalise this. I was gay, that was a
certainty. Josh was as well, and seemed fairly comfortable with it, and he
was a cute guy, I enjoyed his company, he was pretty close to perfect. But
he wasn't Jake.

I had known Jake just about forever, had fancied him for four years, but
what I had known for most of those four years was just starting to sink
in. He would never be more than my best friend, there was no chance of it
developing into a sexual relationship. Not to put too fine a point on it,
he fucked girls, not guys. That was all well and good for him, but it left
me with a problem. My head was telling me I had to move on, Jake would
still be my best friend (as long as he never found out the truth of
course), but I needed to look elsewhere for sexual pleasure, and Josh was a
great guy so why not him? My heart, though, was saying that I was cheating
on Jake; that was who I loved, even if my love was unrequited, and that if
I got with Josh it wouldn't be real.

Next morning, nothing had been resolved in my mind as I ate breakfast with
Jake, Jen and Em. The two girls were going to head down to the Student
Union building straight after breakfast, leaving Jake and I to finish
getting ready and head on down later. We decided to take care of the
sporting side first and headed for the Sports Centre. Back home, we had
both qualified as football referees, and this was actually part of the
reason we had chosen to come here; we knew there was a big inter-
departmental league, with matches virtually every night of the week, and
referees were always in short supply so we could referee as many matches as
we wanted basically and this would be a great way of earning money while at
Uni. We duly found out who at the Sports Centre organised the competition
and let him know our refereeing credentials and when we would be available
the following week.

With our physical activity and money-making requirements settled in one
fell swoop, we headed for the Union building to see what societies there
were to satisfy our social needs. We quickly caught sight of the girls and
wandered slowly around. Nothing really appealed to me, although I did
notice the GLBT Society stand and wanted to take a closer look, but with
Jake and Em there I couldn't afford to pay too much attention to it. Em and
Jen did persuade me to sign up for the Student Industrial Society, which
didn't seem like it was going to exactly be a barrel of laughs, in fact its
main selling point was that it organised tours of local breweries with free
sampling of their produce thrown in.

The girls headed off in a different direction as Jake and I tired of the
hard sell of various older students trying to take our money to join ever
more pointless activities, and we went up to the same bar I had been in
yesterday with Josh. We each got a drink, and a bag of nuts to share, and
took a seat. "So, is it serious with you and Em?" I asked.

"I dunno Har," he replied, "so far we're just having fun, this is only day
three you know. I like her, she makes me laugh, I guess I just wanna see
where it goes from here and if it develops into something serious then so
be it. If it doesn't, then, hey, I'll still have had fun while it
lasts. What about you and Jen, you seem to be getting on OK?"

"Y-Yeah, I suppose. I mean I like her and all, but more as a friend. I'm
not into her, like, you know," I tailed off, hoping Jake's own imagination
would save me.

"I suppose so. Well we need to get you fixed up with someone," he said,
oblivious as always to the real problem. "You're not going to have much fun
being the third wheel, but if you can find a girl we can double date."

"So, why can't Jen and I come along then?" I asked, conscious of the
statement that it would need to be a girl to double date. "Like I said, we
do get on great."

"Yeah, but if you two are there basically watching me and Em get it on,
then that's gonna be a bit creepy, don't you think? Perhaps she can find a
guy as well, and then we can go out as three couples, that'd probably
work. Everyone can, um, distract each other in pairs," he offered, doing
the quotation marks in the air with his fingers, "without distracting each
other, if you see what I mean."

"I think so," I answered, taking a big gulp of my lager. The conversation
had taken a surreal turn, but it was at least reinforcing the point that
Jake only thought in heterosexual terms; nowhere was there any sign that he
even considered the possibility of a same-sex couple in his multiple dating
scenario.  This posed new problems; it gave my head more ammunition to hold
against my heart - Jake definitely wouldn't be interested in dating a guy,
which ruled out us dating, but it didn't give me much of a clue as to how
receptive he'd be to having a gay best friend. I had no real idea whether
he was homophobic or not. The subject hadn't come up in all the years I'd
known him, after all, we came from God's County and in terms of gay action
it was a real desert, so the opportunity for a casual discussion never
really arose, and I certainly wasn't going to risk any attention by
initiating such a discussion.

"OK," he said, interrupting my thoughts, "how about we go to the 80s disco
they've organised in the hall tonight? We can have some fun, and maybe we
can find partners for you and Jen."

"Yeah, sounds good," I replied, "but I think I'm gonna head back and get a
couple of hours sleep then, as I didn't sleep very well last night. I just
couldn't empty my head."

"You worry way too much about stuff," he observed, unwittingly hitting the
nail right on the head.  "Do you want me to come back with you?"

I had a brief flash in my mind of him coming back and us getting into bed
together, but quickly shook my head, both to get rid of this pleasant but
impossible image, and in answer to his question. "No, that's OK. Why don't
you catch up with the girls and give me a call just before dinner?"

"OK," he agreed, and finished his drink and stood up to leave. "See you
later."

"Yeah, see you."

I downed the rest of my lager, and left the Union building, again passing
the GLBT society stand, but the students staffing it were just too far out
there and loud for me, serving only to increase my isolation. I had come to
University thinking that I was going to finally be myself, but the way
things were working out, I was just becoming ever more introspective and
withdrawn.

Lost in my thoughts of solitude and masking my true self, I took a
different route back towards the Halls, along a canal footpath I had
noticed on a map in the lobby of my Hall. The walk was very tranquil, not
many students used it as it was a slightly longer walk than the main route
along the road, but I enjoyed the quiet contemplation it offered, disturbed
only occasionally by trains on the adjacent railway. I had walked most of
the way back to the Halls when the sound of someone running up behind me
disturbed me and I looked round startled.

"Hey, Harry," gasped Josh, coming to a halt beside me close to where a road
bridge crossed the canal. "I thought it was you in the distance, and I
shouted, but you didn't hear me."

"Sorry, I was miles away."

"What've you been doing then?"

"Well, me and my friend Jake signed up to referee the inter-departmental
football, and then we had a look round at the Union, but nothing really
took our fancy." I saw the look on his face when I mentioned Jake and
added, "he's my best friend, but he's straight, he's gone to meet up with
this girl he's met and her friend. What about you?"

"Yeah, I had a look round as well, I joined the Gay Society but I dunno how
many of their events I'll go to. They have monthly discos, so I suppose
I'll see what they're like. Why didn't you join up?"

"Look, I told you, I'm not out. I'm not ready to do that yet." His brown
eyes opened wider as I said this and as another train passed, he put his
arm across my back and moved us underneath the bridge.

"Hey, no problem, everyone does things at their own pace," he replied. As
he said this, he turned me round to face him directly and then stood up on
to his toes, at the same time moving his arm up behind my head to pull me
down. Our lips met and for a moment I put my arms round him to pull him in
closer, but suddenly I broke away and looked quickly up and down the path
to check no-one could see us.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Kissing you," he answered, stating the obvious. "I like you, and I'm
pretty sure you like me too, so why not? It's just a kiss, it's not like
I'm asking you to make an announcement on Facebook."

I looked at him, taking in his dark spiky hair, his brown eyes and his soft
pink lips, which really were great at kissing, although I had to admit I
didn't have much of a frame of reference where that was concerned. My gaze
travelled down his body, he was wearing a blue t-shirt making the most of
the warm autumn sunshine, and black jeans with white trainers. The jeans
had a very promising bulge, and I was suddenly aware that mine did too,
even following the minimal contact we had shared thus far.

I gulped and moved back in, for the first time ever initiating a kiss. I
couldn't believe the thoughts running through my head, finally I was going
in a direction I wanted to go in, and after my lunchtime chat with Jake,
seemingly I was free of guilt. Unwittingly, he had given me his approval to
go after someone else, and my head and heart had both teamed up to push me
towards Josh. Our lips grazed against each other as our heads moved around
to find the best position, our noses rubbing as we bobbed about and then I
felt a harder contact and gasped, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. I
was surprised to find my hands had moved underneath Josh's t-shirt and I
was rubbing my hands all over his back as he continued his exploration of
my mouth.

Without any conscious decision I found that my own exploration was
increasing, my tongue was now in Josh's mouth which had a slight taste of
oranges. I could hear myself moaning quietly and was also aware that my
jeans were now very tight, partly because I was noticeably bulging in
front, and also because Josh had put his hands behind me inside both my
jeans and boxers and had them directly on my ass, massaging it gently even
as we continued to kiss. My eyes opened wide as he groped my behind, and
his did likewise, mimicking me, as he smiled, all the while still kissing
and carrying on with our tongue-wrestling. Who said guys can't multi-task?

The sound of a bicycle bell jolted me back to reality and a girl swept past
us on the narrow path as we moved apart. I stared after her nervously, but
she wasn't anyone I recognised. "My God," I gasped.

"Yeah," he laughed, "looks like you enjoyed that," as he pointed at my
crotch.

"I think you did as well," I reciprocated, also laughing. "That was
amazing!"

"I keep forgetting you're new to this," he offered. "If you think that was
amazing, you ain't seen nothing yet!"

"Can't wait," I said, still struggling to catch my breath. "Come on."

"Where're we going?"

"Depends, is your room closer than mine?" I asked.

"Easy, tiger," Josh laughed. "One minute you're so far back in the closet
you're in fucking Narnia, the next you're insatiable!"

"Insatiable, no," I smiled, "but I would like to carry on kissing you
without getting mowed down by passing cyclists. Let's go."

Within five minutes or so we had arrived at Josh's room. "I didn't realise
you had a double room," I said. "What's your roommate like?"

"He's OK. Why, are you jealous?"

"Little bit," I laughed. "Come here you," as I sat backwards onto a bed,
pulling Josh with me.

"How'd you know this is my bed?" he asked.

"Lucky guess," I answered, clamping my lips to his to prevent any further
conversation. We resumed our mutual exploration of each other's mouths and
once again my hands found their way underneath his t-shirt as he lay on top
of me. Since our mouths were level and Josh was shorter than me, his waist
was close to my navel, and I could feel his growing erection between my
belly-button and my groin. I continued to lift his t-shirt and he broke
away from my mouth and raised his arms just long enough for me to remove it
and then attacked my face again. I could feel his body grinding against
mine and the various motions conspired to roll us over so we were lying on
our sides facing each other.

We continued kissing, but our bodies had now parted slowly and my hands now
moved round to his front, confirming his slim figure by touch alone; my
eyes were shut. His hands had returned to what seemed their favourite
position, on my ass, even as mine traversed his abs, his body firm enough
to suggest that he was familiar with a gym which hinted at a future joint
activity. My hands moved upwards, finding his nipples and I rubbed little
circles around them with my fingertips, before pinching them gently,
causing him to gasp. His lips took the opportunity to pull away from mine
and he quickly relieved me of my t-shirt before pulling me back into him,
the skin of our bodies meeting for the first time.

He had now manoeuvred us so that I was on top of him and without me even
knowing when it happened, the top button of my jeans had been undone,
giving his hands easier access to my ass. By now I was pretty much as hard
as I had ever been, and I could feel a damp spot in my boxers as his
probing fingers continued to map the contours of my rear. A finger found
its way between my ass cheeks and gently stroked across my opening, and
suddenly I rolled off him, unzipping my fly in the same motion, and barely
had time to pull my cock out of my boxers before I ejaculated, the first
pulse of cum hitting me between my nipples, before a second and third wave
coated me down the rest of my body. "Fuck!" I said eloquently, gasping for
breath.

"Shh," he admonished, moving in to lick from my groin along my treasure
trail towards my belly- button. "Mmm," he continued, obviously enjoying the
taste, and moving upwards towards the pool of cum from that first explosive
burst. He sucked that into his mouth and then wriggled upwards so that our
lips met and dribbled my own cum into my mouth. It tasted sweet and I again
thought I could taste oranges, or maybe it was a memory of that first kiss
from earlier at the canalside.

By now we were again lying facing each other, and we put our arms round
each other as our lips and tongues continued their dance. When I told Jake
earlier I was tired I wasn't kidding, and as Josh and I lay on his bed,
entwined in each other's arms, the lack of sleep overcame me, and I passed
out, my dreams involving a thin, dark-haired boy eating oranges.

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