Date: Sun, 28 May 2000 22:13:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Lake <matthew_lake@yahoo.com>
Subject: /gay/college/gary-needs-a-cr

Comments, et al, to matthew_lake@yahoo.com  (And Gary,
if you read this, and want to get together again,
please send me a message!)

Gary needs a CR

I just got back from a national conference for
students involved in residence halls.  The conference
was fantastic!  It was in beautiful Boulder, CO, with
an attendance of over two thousand.  Now, I don't want
to make any assumptions, but, I'd guess that at least
half of the guys who attended were out gay men, and
maybe another ten percent could be persuaded to go
homo....

In any case, there was this absolutely amazing man
named Gary.  Gary had short blonde hair, stood maybe
5'8" or 5'10", and was nicely proportioned (I like
smaller guys).  He had nice arms, a great smile, and
an ass that just wouldn't quit.  And he wore two or
three buttons that read, "Gary needs a CR."  Now for
those of you who don't know the lingo, a CR is a
conference romance.  To some, just a myth or something
to joke about, but to others (especially single
perpetually horny gay boys like me), another reason
for attending conferences such as these.

I had watched Gary for a couple of days...we had
shared a couple of bus rides from the Village to the
program session areas or the Coors Center.  When I say
shared, I don't mean that we rode together, but simply
that I was able to watch him and his hot body from
afar.  Although I've been told I'm attractive, at
6'1", 160 with short brown hair and eyes, I'm also
very shy, and generally not the agressor.  Well, that
was about to change...at least for once.

I was hanging out in the hospitality room when Gary
came in to grab some food.  I was playing with some
cards, a solitare game that I really enjoy.  I'd been
hanging out with some members of my delegation, but
they had gone off to greener pastures.  I was sitting
on the floor in front of a couch, and using the coffee
table in front of me.  Gary dropped down in the chair
to my left, and propped his feet up on the table.

"Hi.  I'm Gary," he said as his smile bored through my
eyes into my soul.  Electricity charged through my
body as the sound of his voice filtered into my
consciousness.

"I'm Matt.  Nice to meet you," I said, offering him a
hand.  He shook it...firmly, and I waited for him to
let go.  The handshake lingered a moment longer than
it needed to.  I tried to see his nametag, to check
out his last name, or his school, to find something to
talk about, but his nametag was covered in clothespins
and stickers to the point that I couldn't gather any
useful information.  I decided to go with that.
"You've collected a lot of momentos there," I gestured
at the ribbons, clothespins, stickers and buttons that
adorned his neck, shirt and nametag.  "A popular guy,
eh!"

He grinned.  And he began to blush just a little.  If
I had glanced away, I might not have noticed it.

"Well, I get around, you know."  He laughed a little
to make light of his comment.  Then he pointed at a
particular button.  It read, "Gary needs a CR."

"But I'm not as popular as I'd like to be."  We both
laughed at that.  It was a nice ice-breaker, and we
talked for another hour or so about everything and
nothing, his school, mine, our organizations, etc.  We
shared ideas and stories, and before we knew it, it
was almost 3 AM.  I knew I needed to crash if I was
going to make it to programming sessions in the
morning, and I said as much.

The hospitality area had really cleared out by then,
and I told Gary that I needed to be wandering back to
Darley South.  He replied that he had to go in the
same direction, and we both got up and proceeded out
the door of the commons.

As we walked through the cool air (it gets cold at
night in Colorado), I couldn't help but look at Gary's
strong shoulders, his smooth neck and strong features.
Gary was wonderfully handsome, but still boyish and a
tad innocent looking.  I enjoyed his humor and his
charm, and I was still really taken in by his fine
ass!  I didn't want our time together to be over so
quickly.

As he reached into his pocket to grab his outer door
key, I tapped his button and said, "It's too bad that
you still haven't found your CR.  Time's running out,
you know."  As soon as I said it, I felt like the
biggest moron.  Gary looked up and smiled at me as he
ushered me into the building.  He didn't say anything
until we were standing in front of the elevators.  The
silence wasn't tense, but I wished I could take back
what I said.  It seemed like forever, but was probably
no more than a moment or two.

"You may be right about the CR," he said as we stood
there.  He took a step closer to me.  "Or maybe I have
found what I need."  He reached up to my face,
brushing my cheek, and pulled my head down to his
mouth as he began to kiss me first gently, and then
more intently.  I was surprised, and mystified (as I
always seem to be when a guy seems interested in me),
but instinct took over, and I kissed Gary back like a
man possessed.  We were so wrapped up in the kiss, I
didn't even realize that the elevator had arrived at
floor one, and stood there open with two delegates
waiting for us to move so that they could exit the
carriage.

I immediately blushed and stepped out of the way as
they stepped out of the elevator, excusing themselves
and then giggling as they exited through the door of
the building.  Gary and I watched them go, and then he
put his hand on my face, cradling my cheek with his
hand.  His index finger traced the line of my jaw, and
then my lips, before he pressed in and pushed his
finger into my mouth.  Again, I was overwhelmed by my
lust as I began to suck and lick his finger.  He began
to walk into the elevator, and pulled me along as I
performed on his finger the task I soon hoped I'd be
performing on his cock.

In the elevator, Gary pulled his finger out of my
mouth slowly, the suction making a popping noise as he
finally got it out.  Gary pressed the button for his
floor and pulled his t-shirt up.  He pulled my head to
his chest, drawing my lips to his left nipple.  My
hands reflexively began to rub against the sides of
his torso as my lips and tongue consumed his nipple.
As Gary pulled the shirt over his head, I could smell
the sweat of the day on his chest and I could taste
salt on his skin.  I circled the nipple with my
tongue, consuming it before licking my way to the
other and treating it likewise.

"Let's get to my room," Gary said as the doors opened.
I didn't want to stop working on his nipples, but I
knew the break in our play would be for only a moment.
Gary stepped out ahead of me, and I followed, admiring
his strong, tan back.  I reached out to put my hand
between his shoulder blades, and as he stopped in
front of his door and placed the key in the lock, I
slid my hand down the small of his back and into the
waistband of his cargo shorts feeling the smooth skin
under my fingertips.

Gary stepped into the room, pulling me with him, and
closed the door behind him.  A small light was on over
one of the room's beds, and Gary guided me to the
other bed.  I sat down on the edge, as he pulled my
face onto his belly, rubbing his skin against mine.  I
had my hands on his back, his sides and finally
settled on his cloth-covered ass.  Slowly, he worked
my head down to the front of his shorts, and my hands
began to fumble with his belt as I began to tongue him
through the shorts.

His belt undone, I unbuttoned the shorts and they
dropped to the floor.  He stepped out of his sandles
as my hands found the waistband of his boxer-briefs
and pulled them down too.  I slid to my knees as Gary
stepped out of his clothes and stood before me naked.

I leaned back for a moment and looked at his strong,
masculine body.  I caught his eye as mine traveled the
strong plains of his chest and abdomen, trailed along
with a few hairs down into a thicker patch over a
plump cock and balls before resting on my hands, which
rested on Gary's firm thighs.

He maneuvered himself so that he could sit on the edge
of the bed, and leaned back on the pillows and
blanket, so that I kneeled before his spread legs.
The smell, and the view, was wonderful.  My eyes met
his and he held me.

"Now suck my cock.  Make this a CR to remember."  His
words seared into my brain and my lust consumed me as
I began to give Gary what I hope was his best blowjob
ever.  I licked and sucked at his smooth thigh,
devouring his flesh with my tongue as I moved up to
the space between his leg and balls.  His skin tasted
incredible.  I tickled his balls with my tongue,
gently easing them in their sack, first sucking one
and then the other as I made my way to his other
thigh.

As I moved to his other thigh, I used my fingers to
tickle his nuts and my other hand to lift Gary's
hardening cock, getting ready to go down on him.  The
moment before I took him in my mouth, I looked at the
beautiful, smooth skin that cased Gary's cock, almost
perfectly straight flesh that flared into a beautiful,
red head.  And then I put the head of his monster into
my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge.

I heard Gary whimper and breathe quickly as my tongue
flicked across the bottom of his cockhead, and I took
this for a good sign and did the same thing again.  I
worked the head of his dick in my mouth for a few
minutes, going just a little deeper each time,
preparing myself to take his whole shaft.

I stroked his shaft as I sucked the head, and found
that when I was gripping the shaft of his cock in one
fist, the head of his cock was just at the entrance to
my throat.  I sucked and licked on the upstroke, and
felt the smoothness of his cockhead on the roof of my
mouth on the downstroke.  Saliva poured out of my
mouth, soaking Gary's shaft, balls and providing
plenty of lubrication for the handjob I was giving his
shaft.

With the hand that was tickling Gary's balls, I could
feel them start to rise, and his breaths were getting
quicker.  I was worried that Gary was going to blow
his load, and I didn't want it to be over so quickly.
And I knew that I hadn't even had a chance to sample
his amazing ass, yet, so I pulled off his dick, but
kept stroking his fine cock from root to tip with my
hand.  With my other hand, I found the back of Gary's
knee and pushed his leg up to his chest, allowing me
better access to his ass.

I licked and kissed Gary's thigh again, his balls, and
slowly worked my way back across his perenium and then
quickly circled his hole with my tongue.  I felt the
twitch in Gary's cock as I continued to stroke him.  I
licked his cheeks and crack, always passing over his
hole, coming as close as I could without touching it.
Until finally, my desire consumed me, and I buried my
face in his ass, licking and sucking at his incredible
rosebud.  When my tongue found its target, Gary cried
out, "Oh, yeah.  Eat my ass.  That's so amazing.
Ohhhh  Gawd!" before his words became mumbles.

Gary's cock was continuing to pulse in my hand as I
ate his delicious asshole.  I felt like I could have
stayed there forever, and would have been happy to.
And then, Gary was moaning a little louder and a
little louder.  "I think I'm going to cum," he panted,
and I quickly moved back up to lick at his shaft,
before taking his cockhead back into my mouth.  The
taste of his precum was strong as I licked his head
clean of it.

Gary had taken the back of my head into his hands, and
pulled me down hard onto his cock before stroking it
back out.  He was fucking my face, and I was loving
it.  His cockhead made it's way into my throat, and,
unprepared, I choked before he pulled it back out.  I
barely had a chance to recover before his cock was
back, demanding satisfaction, and entry.

A few strokes later, Gary stopped at mid-thrust and
his legs became rigid.  I could feel the cum welling
up from his balls, white-hot as it pulsed through his
cock and then into my mouth.  He held me there, my
tongue working on the bottom of his cockhead, and
cried out as each pulse shot into my mouth.

I didn't swallow his cream, but held it in my mouth.
It coated every surface, and tasted strongly, though
not bitterly.  It crossed my mind in that moment (as
bizarre stray thoughts sometimes do during sex) that
perhaps Gary was a vegetarian.  Gary held my head for
a minute or so after he had stopped cumming, his cock
beginning to soften, and then gently pulled out of my
mouth, my lips cleaning his cock as it exited.  Gary
looked down at me, and I tilted my head back, my eyes
never leaving his, and took his load in two swallows.

"That was some fuck," he said as he leaned back on the
bed.  I was still kneeling before Gary and realized
that I had shot my wad without even touching myself as
I felt the wet of my cum soak my crotch and the jeans
shorts that I was wearing.

Suddenly, Gary was modest, and pulled a sheet over his
nakedness.  As if I would ever forget the sight of
him, reclining there in his innocent masculinity, his
cock still plump, if not hard, the afterglow of sex
lighting his skin and his smile.

At that moment, I knew our interlude was over.  I
thanked Gary, and he blushed, saying that he was the
one who should be thanking me.  I told him I'd see him
around, but was as non-commital as I knew he wanted to
be, and then I left his room, pulling the door shut
behind me.

I made my way back to my room, feeling completely
satisfied at my amazing and amazingly unexpected CR.