Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 01:09:44 EDT
From: E D <edw19@hotmail.com>
Subject: GM Archives;'Hold me Tight Part 1'{EDW19}( MM coll rom )[1!1]

Hold me Tight  (Part 1)
    By EDW19

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suited for a mature audience.  The story deals with
male-to-male relationship and gay erotica; it contains
explicit acts of sex between two consenting adult
males.  If this offends you or is illegal in your
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This work is of complete fiction.  All characters and
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Note:  This story is about a guy who meets his dream
guy and explores every intimacy of gay relationships:
from first kisses to first time, finding romance and
love.

This is my first submission to Nifty.org.  Please feel
free to send any comments at edw19@hotmail.com


Chapter 1

	It was a calm cloudless night.  I can see the
stars glimmering every now and then, as I carefully
maneuver my car around steeping curves alongside the
mountain.  Rolling down the window to catch the mid-
autumn cool breeze, I recollected my thoughts about
the visit to my parent's house over the weekend.  It
was a nice distraction from the stress at the
University.  My parents lived only about 4 hours away,
but I only visit during holidays.  But every now and
then, I'd dropped by to see how they're doing.  I have
wonderful, caring parents; however, at times, they can
get too involved in my affairs, so I try to avoid
spending too much time with them.  I'm starting to
like my newly discovered independence at the
University.
	There was hardly any car on the road except for
mine.  You don't exactly see many cars driving through
the mountain on highway 61 at 11 o' clock at night-
including the fact that it's a Sunday.  Although I've
driven through the stretch several times already, I
kept the pedal at minimal since there could be animals
passing the road at night.  Onetime, I saw a turkey
being hit by a speeding car.  A Turkey! You'd expect
to see deer in these parts--not turkey.  The poor
bird, feathers flew in every direction when the car
hit him.  I wasn't too far behind the vehicle that
crashed the bird and saw the whole scene.

Anyways, as I was making a long curving turn, I
saw a black BMW parked alongside the dirt shoulder
with its emergency headlights blinking.  Slowing down,
I tried to look for the driver but didn't see anyone
around so I kept going.  Half an hour had gone by
before I saw a guy wearing blue jeans with a white
shirt walking beside the road.  He turned and looked
in my direction when he saw my headlights.  With a
delighted look on his face, he started to flag me with
his hands.
What to do?  Should I slow down and stop to help
the guy?  He doesn't seem like he can do any harm
since he looks around 25, about 5'9, and appear to be
near 150 lbs.  I'm only 5'7 and 135 lbs, but I can
certainly handle a guy his size if need be.
Breathing a deep sound of relief, he came near my open
window.
"Hi, thanks for stopping.  I punctured both tires
on the right side of my car.  And my cell phone's
dead.  Can you please do me a big favor and call a
taxi so I can get a ride to the nearest town?"
"I would make the call for you, but I don't have
a cell phone."
"Oh, . . . can you give me a lift to the nearest
gas station so I can call for help than?"
I've never given any stranger a ride in my car
before, but I've stopped and helped a couple of people
with car problems alongside this road before.  It was
getting kinda late though; I need to get back to Dover
and get enough sleep before my first class at 8
o'clock in the morning.
Before I could respond, the guy quickly added, "I
know it's a lot of trouble, but I'll pay you.  I'd
really appreciate it if you could help me."
Being raised in the south, my parents have always
told me to treat people well in general, and I've
tried to follow the rule-well most of the time.
So I said, "sure, I'll be glad to give you a ride
to the nearest station."
"Thanks."  He flashed me a bright smile.  "By the
way, my name's Bill." He said as he offered a hand
before stepping into my Honda accord.
	"Nice to meet you, I'm Jason." I said as I
reached out to shake his hand.
"How did you punctured both of your tires?" I
asked.
"There was a broken guard rail lying on the road,
and I was going a little to fast to avoid running over
it."  He said with a slight grin on his face.  "By the
way, what are you doing driving through these parts at
this time of hour?
"I'm going back to University at Dover."
"Oh, may I ask what you are studying Jason?"
"Computer Science."
"That's a very exciting field to be in right now.
You'll be perfectly suited for the market.  Have you
thought about doing an intern or are you already doing
one?"
"I'm just a freshman, but I would like to do an
intern before my senior year."
During the whole hour drive to the gas station,
we never stopped talking.  Even thought I'd just met
the guy,  I was really beginning to like him.  He
definitely knew a lot about the IT field.  Besides the
fact that he's really cute looking.  Clean-cut light
brown hair with blue eyes (and it almost glowed with
the blue dimmer lights shining from the dashboard).
As I parked the car at the brightly lighted gas
station, Bill reached for his wallet.
"Thanks again for giving me a lift.  You've saved
me a whole night of walking."  He gave me a big white
smile as he handed me a $100 bill.  I was a little
shocked, since I didn't plan on taking any money at
all and just wanted to help him out.
"Thanks Bill, but it's okay.  I'm glad to help
you.  I was going in this direction anyway."
"No, I insist since I always keep my words.  You
might need it later to catch a taxi home. Besides, I
enjoyed the company."  I said giving him my perfect
boyish smile.
"Alright, but I owe you one.  Is there a number I
can reach you at?  I'd like to buy you lunch one day
to properly thank you."
"You live in Dover?"
"Yeah, for about a years now.  So how about
it?"
	I reached behind the backseat and pulled out a
sheet of paper from my bookbag to scribble my dorm
number on it.  He folded the piece of paper and stuck
it in his wallet.
	"Dive safely back to campus.  Hope you get some
rest before class starts."
	  "Thanks, Bill. Are you sure you'll be okay
here?"
	"Yeah, I'll be fine.  I'll just call a taxi to
come pick me up."  He said walking toward the phone
booth.  I waited until he gave me the okay sign after
he hanged up the phone before I drove off.

Nothing exciting happened during my first class.
The honors chemistry class is taught by the department
chair.  He really lose himself each day standing
behind the oak podium and lectures for hours-doesn't
even pause when some of his students starts falling
asleep.   I wasn't paying much attention this morning
and started to nod my head.  Guess the two cups of
Swiss Mocha from the dinning hall hasn't kicked I yet.
	"Hey Jason, can I see your homework again buddy?"
	I turned and looked at Steven.  "Yeah, forgot to
do it again eh?"
	"Had a long weekend man; but at least I got the
first page done," Steven replied with a grin.
	I grinned back, as I pushed my notebook closer to
Steven.  We were on the 12th row from the podium, so I
wasn't worried about the professor spotting us.  He's
too occupied with his lecture to notice us, but his
assistant would, who was sitting near the podium.
	"So what did you do during the weekend that was
so long?"  I asked.
"Went to the football game with Cindy and got
drunk afterwards.  Man, wish you could have joined us.
Oh, how was the visit go with your parents?"
	"Oh, it was alright.  They're doing well, so I'm
happy for them."  I replied.
Steven and I have been friends for a few months
now.  In fact, he was the first friend I made when I
arrived at the University.  I was early for class and
sitting in front of the lecture hall the first day of
class.  Steven came, and sat next to me since there's
several students waiting in the hall too.  He
introduced himself and we hit it off well. He's about
5'10 and probably weigh around 160 lbs.  Good looks
with sandy blond hair and hazel eyes that sometimes
almost seem to piece right into your mind as you look
straight at him. He's an intelligent, funny guy--
except he parties too much and drags his grades down.
Overall, he's a great guy to hang around with.  When
class started, we were assigned seats right next to
each other for the whole semester-which I didn't mind
at all.
	"God, I'd never thought the day would be over.
How does he go on and on; yet still haven't explained
how the equation fits with the model ?"  Steven
groans, as we walked out of the last class for the
day.
"I think it's time the old geezer retires.
Wonder why the University still keeps him around; he
just babbles about absolutely nothing when his
assistant does all the work?"  Steven asks.
"He's tenured, so I doubt the University can fire
him.  All they can do is hope he'd quit or have a
heart attack one day.  Besides, I think the guy
probably would be real miserable if they kept himself
locked at home.  I mean, he gets so excited when
someone in the class actually asks him questions, that
sometimes I feel sorry for the guy.  He mustn't have
any other hobby besides Calculus."
"You maybe right, but still, he could at least
give us some slack once in awhile.   It's only Monday
and we already have a whole chapter of problems
assigned.  Hey, you wanna join me and Cindy for a
snack before heading for the gym?"  Steven asked.
"We're going to Freddy's-something other than
cafeteria food."
"Thanks Steven, but I think I'm gonna pass.  I'm
going to try and catch a few hours of shut-eyes before
meeting you guys at the gym later."
"Alright, we'll see you there at 6 then."   He
said as he headed toward the parking deck, and I
toward the dorms.

As I pulled the covers over myself, I thought
about Steven.  He's a really nice guy, and I knew I
liked him more than just a friend.  But I never gave
him one hint that I found him attractive.  We haven't
talked about sex much, but after he hooked up with
Cindy, I figured that he was straight as an arrow.  I
liked Cindy and think they make a great couple, but
sometimes I wish Steven wasn't all straight.  Being
new on campus was bad enough, but I'm kinda shy around
crowds.  Steven is one of the few handfuls of friends
I've made around campus.  I'm still very much in the
closet and don't even know a single gay person.
Throughout high school,  I knew I was gay, but I
didn't want to accept it.  Who would in that hostile
environment?  There wasn't a single outspoken gay
person in that whole school; but every now and then,
some wise kid would crack a stupid joke about gays.
So I didn't have any reason to finding another gay
person.  There were even times when I thought I was
the only weird guy around.  I dated a few girls
throughout high school, but didn't get turned on by
any of them.  I pretty much figured I was totally gay
when I got to college, but just haven't the guts yet
to meet other guys who are gay also.
	The closest thing I've come to meeting a real gay
person is on the internet.  I've chatted a few times
and  haven't had much luck.  Most of the guys there
seem to mainly cruise for sex and that's not what I'm
looking for.  Then there's those that are 50 year old
and likes to pretend to be some 18 year old.  But I
did meet one guy who seems to be nice.  He's a student
also, but lives across the country, so we send emails
to each other often.  He's in the closet as well, and
kinda new at this stuff too, so I related well with
him.  Most of the conversation has been about school
and "safe" gay topics so far.
	Still at times, even email can't relieve that
lonely feeling.  I would like to meet someone like
myself in person, but don't really want to try the
club scene.  Wimp right?  No, the bad rumors I've
heard about clubs have prevented me from walking into
one alone.  It would have been easier if I have a gay
friend who could go with me, but since I don't have a
single friend who's gay, I'm at a loss.

Alone in this world kept running through my mind
as I drifted to sleep.

Chapter 2

Ring,  , , , Ring , , , , Ring , , , I nearly
knocked over the phone as I search for it with still
closed eyes and tried to picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Jason?"
"This is him, may I ask who's calling?"  I said
still half asleep.
"Hey Jason, this is Bill.  Did I just wake you
up? I'm sorry about that."
My eyes sprang wide awake as I realized who's on
the other line.  When I handed him my number last
night, I didn't think he'd really call me.  After all,
I only gave him a lift, and that' not much of a hassle
in my mind.
"Hi Bill.  It's alright, I need to get up in a
few minutes anyway. Did you have to wait long for the
taxi to show up last night?" I asked.
"He came 10 minutes after you left, so I didn't
have to wait long at all.  How was your class today?
Or were you too tire and skipped since I awoke your
restful sleep?"
"Class ended about an hour ago.  I didn't get
much sleep last night since I had to do some last
minute laundry before heading for bed.  Sooo, how's
your day been?
"Oh, long day, the usual.  Not much excitement to
talk about really.  Listen, I wanted to call and see
if you'd like to meet me for dinner sometime.  How
about tomorrow? Are you free tomorrow around 6?"
"Yeah, that sounds good.  I don't have plans
around that time."  I replied.
"Let's meet at the Royal Gardens at 6 tomorrow
then.  Do you like Chinese food?"
"I love Chinese food.  That sounds great."  I
said.
"Wonderful.  Sorry I can't chat for long.  I have
some errands to run, so I'll look forward to seeing
you tomorrow then."
"Ok, see you tomorrow Bill."  I answered.
"Bye Jason."
"Later." I replied as I hanged the phone back to
its place.
My thoughts tried to recapture Bill's face as I
pulled an Adidas short and t-shirt from the drawer.
Those wonderful grins, flashing white, almost perfect
teeth.  I was definitely going to enjoy having dinner
with him tomorrow.  As I stuff the towel into the gym
bag, I looked at the clock by my bed and noticed that
I had only 10 minutes left to spare.
I ran all the way to the college recreational
center.  Steven and Cindy were waiting by a little
peach tree in front of the building.
"Hey, sorry for being a little late guys.  Hope
you didn't come too early."  I said to them.
"It's alright Steven.  We just got here about 5
minutes ago."
"That little sleep freshen you up well Jason."
Steven said to me.
"Huh?"
"There's a big smile plastered all over your face
man.  Must have been a really nice wet dream." Steven
said giving me a knowing grin.
	I must have turned several shades of blushing
color for Cindy was giggling as we headed inside the
recreational center.  The gym is always a fun place to
hangout on campus.  I always look forward to it each
day at the close of my endless classes.  It's a pretty
large recreational center-thanks to the football team
since they paid for it.  Four stories high with a
climbing wall.  Twenty racquetball courts, four
basketball courts, two indoor soccer fields, and even
an indoor track on the top floor.  That's my favorite
spot; you get to jog around, and look down to see the
Olympic size swimming pool four stories below--the
walls are crystal clear glass.  I always get a real
kick out of it-especially during the swim team meets.
Tons of well developed swimmers all over the place.
	I usually just do the light cardio machines and
jog.  Sometimes, I join Steven and Cindy for a swim
too.  It always amazes me to see so many guys head
straight for the free weights when they enter the gym.
They really work themselves to gain bulging muscles.
I think swimmer's build is the best form-so I like to
just stay toned/defined.  After all, I'm only 5'8 and
135 lbs.  There's only so much muscles mass that I can
retain since I have a very high metabolism.
	"Hey man, we're getting ready to head for the
track.  You about done here?"  Asked Steven.
I was working on the fly machine when Steven showed
up.  Now that machine doesn't look like it'll do much,
but believe me, you'll see results soon enough.  It's
very effective-although it makes your chest feel kinda
funny while you're on it.  I almost felt like I reck
my shoulder blades first time I used it and put too
much weight.
	"Done here. Where's Cindy?"  I replied to Steven
as I picked up my towel.
	"She's over by the fountain getting a sip of
water.  Said she'll meet us by the track."  Answered
Steven as he opened the door to the weight room for
some girls to pass.
	"Took you guys long enough to get here.  What did
you do? Got lost?" Cindy jokingly said as we approach
the stretching area.
	"Well, we would have gotten here sooner if Steven
hadn't stopped to gawk and babble at a few
cheerleaders." I winked at Steven as I said that.
	"Hey, hey, I happen to know one of them.  She's
in my history class.  We couldn't just pass without
saying hello, now could we?  Who knows, I may need to
borrow her notes one day."
	"Up to your usual tricks again Steven?" Cindy
replied with a mischievous grin on her face.
	"Believe me, I was only after her notes."  Steven
said.
	"Sure, if I remember correctly, your first lines
to me were, , , ahem, hi, I wasn't here yesterday.
May I borrow your notes?" Cindy replied with a laugh.
  	"Baby, you know that I had already borrowed
Jason's notes that day, so I made up that lame excuse
to sit closer to you."  Steven said as he came around
to wrap his arms around Cindy.
"If you lovebirds are done, we should get a spot
on the track.  I see a group of people heading this
way."  I said.
	I was kinda sore when I got back to the dorm that
night.  Always feel that way when you skip several
days not going to the gym.  Steven, Cindy and I went
to the dinning hall after the workout.  Starved as a
devil, I had a big dinner.  As I finished working on
my Calculus problem, there was a knock on my door.
	"It's open, come on in."  I said.
	"Hey, you got any tooth paste I can borrow?  I
forgot to get some yesterday and the dorm store is
closed now."  Steven asked.
	I noticed that Steven was wearing only his boxer
shorts.  His solid built body is lightly dusted with
blond hair.  Strong legs and nice toned chest.  I
tried not to stare at him.
	"I got an extra bottle that you can have.  My
mother made me bring it along with other stuff she
packed for me this weekend."  I said as I headed for
the bag that I left in the corner.
	"Thanks man, I'll get you one when I'm at the
store next week." Steven said.
	"No big deal Steven."
	"Have a good night man.  I'll see you tomorrow
for breakfast" Steven said as he headed for the door.
	"Have a good night Steven."  I said as I looked
at his defined V-shaped back.

Chapter 3

	"Jason? . . . Jason!?
	"What?" I said as I awoke from my daydream.
	"Did you hear what I just said?"  Steven asked
me.
	"Sorry , my mind's just stepped off the planet.
What was it that you said?"
	"Man, what's you today Jason?  You didn't have
much of a breakfast this morning and now you're
drifting to cloud 9 when the Most Exciting game is on
TV!  Are you sure you're okay?"  He asked with
puzzling look.
	 "I didn't get much sleep last night," Lame
excuse, but it'll have to do.  I kept tossing and
turning most of the night as my mind thought about
Bill's handsome young face.  I almost have to hold my
breath everytime I think about him- and I could care
less about the boring football game on TV.  We just
got back from classes, and Steven invited me over to
his room to see a game with some of his buddies.  And
I really don't want Steven to know that I'm all
nervous yet really excited about meeting a cute
looking guy for dinner.  I haven't told anyone that
I'm gay, and I haven't given Steven any clues about it
either.  I just don't think anyone would understand.
There's not that many open gay students at the school.
It's not like I'm going to a backward school in the
boons, there are enough on campus that they have a
Bisexual and Gay club.  They have get-together parties
every semester, but I've never gone.  Didn't want to
get outed.  I wouldn't mind having a friend to talk to
about gay matters, but those guys in the gay club
decorate their bookbags and cars with rainbows.  It's
like going around campus with a big sign on your head
that says, "Hey, I'm gay." Don't get me wrong , I
don't despise or hate them-it's their life.  I just
think sexual orientation is a private matter and not
something I want everyone to know about me.
	"Well, I asked you if you want a beer or soda
since I'm getting everyone something." Said Steven.
	"Thanks Steven, I'll have a Sprite." I said.

	I drank the last drop of Sprite and crushed the
can with my hands.  I saw the clock and noticed that
it's time for me to head back to my room and shower
before I'd meet Bill for dinner.
	"Well guys, I have to run."  I said to everyone.
There were about five of us in the room-including
Steven.  Most of them are classmates that I knew, and
they hanged around Steven often.
	"You're not staying for pizza?  We're going to
order pizza later and you're welcome to join us man."
Said Steven.
	"Thanks Steven, but I really have to go now."  I
said as I waved good-bye and walked down the hall to
my room.

To be continue . . . .

Side note:  I'll post the second part of the story
next month.  Until then, direct all comments to:
edw19@hotmail.com

Thanks guys.