Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2004 17:32:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com>
Subject: If Only I Were Gay 3

If Only I Were Gay, Part 3

by Rio Mack

	After his 12 o'clock intro to lit, Joel hurried to his dorm room,
packed up his gym bag with as many clothes as he could fit, then put cell
phone, shaving supplies, vitamins, toothbrush, and stuff into his toilet
case, and threw that, along with the rest of his books and notebooks, into
his backpack.  That was all he'd need at Leif's place for a while.  As he
walked across campus to his new digs, he realized what he was doing: moving
in with a guy.  He was in a kind of state of perpetual head-shaking, full
of a mind-blown giddiness.  He still felt like Joel Foster inside, but wow.
Like what if he and Leif made a real go of it, what would he tell his
folks?  He'd have to be honest, he couldn't hide anything this important
from them.  He believed in his folks' coolness over this.  They were
liberals, never spoke a homophobic word in their lives.  Oh well, this
might prove a real tester for them.  But time enough to worry about the
'rents later; for now, what about his friends on campus?  What if he goes
out for a drink with his buds from the crew team?  Does he bring Leif?  His
good friend Luke, the team captain, often brought whatever girl he was
dating.  And if he brings Leif, does he say, "This is my boyfriend"?  Does
he just do the kind of public displays of affection he feels like doing
with Leif and let his friends figure it out and deal with it?  One step at
a time, was all he could figure.  I mean, hell, he thought, I've seen gay
couples on the streets lots of time being affectionate in public.  No
reason Leif and I can't be one of them.  And how hot would that be, he
mused, as his dick grew hard thinking about kissing and stroking Leif on
the street or making out in some restaurant booth.  The sensation of
sucking his long hard cock, lapping at that smooth ass, pounding his tight
hole; the feeling of his smooth, firm boy's body, those sensually taut
muscles, and that damn stubble playing across his own body.  It was
incredibly hot sex.  Dang, he could do with a touch of that dude right now.

	That morning on campus, he realized he was now checking guys out:
wait, correction, he realized he'd always sort of checked guys out before,
unconsciously, probably a little ashamedly - not daring to stare too long,
not wanting to be thought a fag by anyone, least of all himself - but now
he was doing it in full consciousness, in playful interest, unabashedly
sexually.  There were many hot guys on campus, and Joel was learning to
feel at home in his new mindset.  Of course, none of the dudes he saw was
as hot as Leif.  A couple times a dude stared back, and Joel's uncensored
libido took over, unashamedly holding the stud's eyes and smiling.  Damn,
it felt good, felt right.  His dick hardened in a kind of liberation.  He
was making himself at home in his sexuality.  No more would he furtively
check guys out, now he proudly responded to male beauty.

	In lit class, there was that cute wrestler who sat next to him:
today, when he asked Joel about the homework assignment (he seemed to
always look for reasons to talk with him, it suddenly occurred to Joel),
Joel answered and then found more to talk about.  As they just chatted
away, smiling and laughing, damned if Joel didn't wonder if this wrestler
was flirting with him.  And Joel realized, too, that he was flirting right
back.  Fuck, he thought to himself later, I'm now in the not-so-secret male
underground of homoerotic desire.  It was thrilling as hell.

	He started thinking of the guys he knew well: Luke and Bo, of
course, his best friends on crew.  They were definitely hot.  The three of
them were like a Polo ad when they carried their scull down to the river.
He bet they were like he was: used to the lascivious glances they'd get all
the time from women and men.  Joel used to be embarrassed when dudes
stared, but now he wouldn't be.  He'd seen Luke and Bo many times nude or
semi-nude.  Luke was the best-looking of all of them: intensely blonde,
glittering good looks, and a body that was even better-developed than
Joel's: just as defined, but Joel seemed almost fat next to Luke, who was a
true chiseled statue.  His dick, though not as long as Joel's, was
perfectly-shaped.  It begged to be sucked, Joel realized.  He was always
sort of hypnotized by that dangling, cut beauty as it bobbed around the
locker room.  Bo, like Joel, had longish hair.  He wasn't as big physically
or as tall as Luke or Joel; he was much leaner, though very muscular, wiry,
and he, like Leif, had smooth, creamy skin.  He was quiet, but Joel always
had the sense of strong fires smoldering beneath that quiet.  His dick was
a definte mouthful, probably seven inches soft and very full.  It curved
down proudly and sensually from his crotch.  And his ballsac was big and
round beneath it.  Bo had a sparse sprinkling of black hairs on his chest,
then a thin, lovely trail from his belly-button down.  Joel knew how much
in the past he'd fought the desire to lick that trail.

As Joel thought about his friends' bodies, he thought of his own, and
Leif's.  Into his mind, for some kooky reason, popped an image of Leif,
helping him trim his pubes and shave his balls and shaft and ass.  He
wanted a thin sexy blonde ridge there, like the muscle studs online, with
the rest of the meat smooth and slick for his lover to lap and lick.  Damn,
he was horny. Oh, how great to luxuriate finally in full male sexuality!

	He reached Leif's ('our place,' I guess I should call it, he
thought), and put his stuff away.  He mind kept returning to Leif: God, he
wished he were here.  Not just for sex (though Joel definitely would not
say no), but just to be with him, that cool little fuck.  Damn, he wanted
this to last.  It felt so right, not weird at all.  It was such a strong
feeling, call it love or whatever, and the sex was intense, indescribable.
Joel had finally found someone who loved him the way he wanted to be loved,
who clicked with him on every cylinder.  He changed clothes for work and
decided on no underwear.  All he could think of was that hot quick sex in
the john Leif had suggested.

	He'd spent some thinking about this, and he was sure: this time, he
wanted Leif to fuck him.  When Leif fingered Joel's butt in the shower that
morning, it had sent a rush of pleasure through the boy that had him
curious all through class this morning.  The thought of his thin stud
sticking that sweet cock up his ass and pumping it in and out was something
Joel had to feel.  His ass was all kinda itchy in anticipation.  He hoped
Leif wanted it.  He wanted everything to be even and open with Leif.  He'd
read about 'tops' and 'bottoms' on the net, sure, but it felt wrong to him.
He loved fucking Leif, and wanted Leif to fuck him.  He wanted his stud to
ram his ass, plant his seed, cement their relationship.

	He put on an old, tight T-shirt he thought Leif might like him in,
re-did his ponytail (which, he agreed with Leif, definitely gave him a
certain sexy aura), and headed for the library.

	Leif was at the desk when he got there.  Not even thinking about
it, the two boys embraced and kissed.  They lingered longer with lips and
hands than they probably should have.  A young Asian student waiting to
check her books out smiled, but that was about the only public reaction
they got.  Leif checked the student's books out and then returned to his
lover.

	"So, dude, you all moved in?"

	"Yep.  Leif, man, I have to say, I am so high on this.  So high on
you.  This is such a mind-fuck for me." He was back to stroking his
dream-boy.

	"Me too, dude.  Me too.  Isn't it sexy as shit?"  And Leif rubbed
Joel's cock while he deep-tongued him.

	"Mmmm, goin' commando today, I see," Leif laughed.  "Check me out,
stud, and you'll see great minds think alike."

	Joel reached his hand right down into the waist of Leif's
low-riding pants and luxuriated in the touch of his boy-lover's cock.  That
thin, long, half-hard prick was deliciously tactile.  Damn, he liked
feeling Leif's dick, thinking about how good it would feel in his mouth,
how nice it was to swirl his tongue around that pointy, hard head.  Oh
fuck, did he love sex with this young hottie or what?  It was like he'd
been in the sex waiting-area up til then, and now he'd been gloriously
ushered into the main room.

	Reluctantly, Joel pulled away.  Leif gave him a quick peck and
said, "OK, here's the plan.  Let's just chill on the job 'til around 5,
when it's least busy, and then we'll fuck, OK?"

	"I think I can wait, stud, seeing as we have the rest of our lives
to sex each other up."

	"Cool," Leif grinned.  "OK, I'm gonna re-shelve, you man the desk.
And don't be makin' passes at some of these cute young studs in here.
You're in a committed relationship, you hunk motherfucker."

	The next three hours passed quickly.  While they manned the desk
together, the two boys did homework or chatted, but they did it as lovers,
so lots of hand-holding, quick kissing, head-rubbing, and leg-stroking.
Leif kept returning to Joel's head: he'd stroke his pony-tailed hair,
pulling on the little tail, as he licked one of Joel's ears, and rubbed his
chest through that tight T, whispering, "God, you look so hot!"

	Finally, at about quarter to five, Leif got on the computer.  He
was busy messing around long enough for Joel to ask what he was doing.
"You'll see," was all Leif would answer.  But as Joel watched the screen, a
big grin finally broke out on his face as he realized what Leif was doing.
He had called up the library's 'Official Template' file, the one they used
for making official notices like "The Library Will Be Closed At 7 PM
Tonight for Inventory," or "The Reference Section is Closed for
Re-Cataloguing," and he'd proceeded to type a new notice: "This Men's
Restroom is Closed for Repairs.  Please Use the Restroom on the Second
Floor.  Sorry for the Inconvenience."

	"Dude, are you shitting me?" Joel was half-incredulous,
half-turned-on.  "Will this work?"

	"Why not?" Leif grinned.  "It should.  And it will give us some
uninterrupted time for major fucking.  Our supervisor tonight is Miss
Lindemann down in Periodicals.  Not only isn't she likely to need a men's
room, but she'll be three floors away from us."

	"Uh, Leif," Joel stammered a little, "about that fucking." He hung
his head a little shyly, the big stud kind of embarrassed to admit he
wanted a good fucking.  "Um, how would you feel about fucking me this time
after I fucked you?  After that little thing you did with my ass in the
shower, I've been sort of horny all day to feel your sweet cock up my ass.
You like it when I do it, so I'm kinda hot to see what it feels like."  He
looked up, that sweet, pure, jock grin on his face that Leif loved,
"Actually, I been like drippin' at the thought of it."

	Leif drew his big stud in his arms.  "I was hopin' we'd be gettin'
around to that soon.  I love havin' you fuck me, but shit yes I want to
pound that incredible ass of yours.  Fuck, dude, if they would define the
term 'muscle-stud bubble-butt' in the dictionary, there'd be a picture of
your backside."  Leif started rubbing his lover's beautiful ass through his
faded jeans.  "You damn straight I want a piece of this sweet fuckin' ass!
Now, stud, let's print this notice out and head up to the third-floor
john."  Leif thought that restroom would be best, since only Special
Collections and Government Publications were on that floor, neither of
which were very heavily used.

	Leif grabbed the print-out and the big ring of master keys for the
library's many doors and locks.  He put a 'Back in 15 Minutes" sign on the
desk, but wasn't too worried if their sex went longer cause the 5 - 6 hour,
when students were at the dining halls, was almost always dead.

	They taped the sign on the door, scooted inside, and Leif locked
the door.  They were on each other like a flash.  Both boys' bodily desires
had been bubbling hotly all day, and now the lid was off.  With one hand,
Joel tore Leif's shirt up over his head; with the other, he shucked down
his jeans.  Leif did the same to Joel, whose long, hard, upturning cock
boinged right out when his pants were pulled down.

	"Oooh, someone's ready," Leif laughed, and immediately went down on
his lover.


	Danielle Voss, 'Dani,' to her friends, was the webmaster of the
library's online catalogue.  It was a demanding job, but Dani loved it.
She did very elegant html and found keeping up with the library's
ever-evolving needs highly satisfying.  She was almost ready for her dinner
break, but decided first she would take care of one her affiliated jobs:
the library had a long-standing problem with one of their restrooms being
used as a place for gay males to have sex.  But one young freshman had had
such a horrible experience in there last year, he told his story to the
campus newspaper, and public pressure (as well as the wish not to have such
a sad experience repeated) forced the administration to get serious about
something they had just winked at previously.

	It was Dani who'd come up with the solution at a staff meeting:
install a computer with a dedicated webcam behind one of the restroom
mirrors, and randomly check in on the cam to see if anything was going on.
They had been able to bust a few offenders during the past several months
and the sex traffic in there had cut down significantly.

	Dani felt a little bad about it: as a lesbian, she hated to
participate in something that would feed homophobia, but she also couldn't
allow predators to harass young boys.  She was glad she was in charge of
this security operation, as what she usually did was check in, if something
was going on, she'd watch it long enough to make sure it was consensual,
and then turn a blind eye.  Truth to tell, Dani loved this. Although she
was totally turned off by the thought of men fucking her, she was utterly
turned on at the sight of two guys fucking each other.

	It was about once every fifteen check-ins that she actually saw any
sex, and then it was often uninteresting for her (older guys, say, or
clumsy, shameful college kids), but occasionally she'd strike pay dirt and
be tuned to her own private 'Hot Frat Boy Lust' Website.

	Today, when she clicked the icon for the webcam on she saw two guys
who had clearly just entered ripping each other's clothes off.  Dani was
turned on immediately.  These guys were hot.  One was a real jock Adonis
type, the other was much slighter, but tall, lean, and very sexy.  His head
was shaved like a lesbian's, and he had an androgynous air that Dani found
incredibly hot.

	No cruising for these two; they got right to it.  Before she knew
it, the thinner guy was on his knees, luxuriating on the built jock's dick.
Dani looked around the office to make sure she was alone, then started
fingering herself.  The guy's cock was very long and thick, a gay man's
dream, she figured.  The buzz-cut boy was slurping up and down on it, one
hand tickling the nicely-hanging set of big balls, the other playing with
the jock's ass.  Hot, Dani thought - finger that stud's hole.  Now the boy
was rubbing his face all over the jock's long, thick tool; Dani knew how
exquisite that stubbly head and face would be to the jock, like a thousand
little pleasure-shocks.  The boy went back to sucking, now slowly up and
down, all the way down and all the way back up.  At the top, the boy would
swirl his tongue all around what Dani could see was an uncut cockhead.
Suddenly Dani stopped fingering herself and stared hard at the screen.

	"I know these guys!" she said aloud.  She watched them more, just
to make sure, and then was positive: these are two of the students who work
the circulation desk.  One was Leif Pederson.  Dani should have recognized
him immediately: he was a cool guy who'd asked her out once.  If Dani were
straight, she'd have said yes in a minute.  Those gender-neutral looks of
his were incredibly appealing to Dani, who had that gamine look herself.
The other boy was named Joel - Forest or Forrester or something like that,
she wasn't sure - not really Dani's type, if she had a type, in men, but
she knew he would be considered attractive by most women and probably an
awful lot of men.

	Now she continued watching with even more fascination.  So the
check-out boys are hot for each other?  Too cool.  Shit, probably more than
half the library staff are gay, Dani thought.  Now Leif had risen off Joel
and was bending over one of the wash basins.  Joel was spitting into his
hand.  He used that wet hand to play with Leif's asshole.  Christ, Dani was
getting into this: two guys in the heat of animal passion for each other.
This must be what straight guys feel watching girl-on-girl action, she
thought.  Utter eroticism, cause so foreign and unattainable.

	After Joel had played with his hole for a while, Leif reached
around and took Joel's hand in his mouth, slurping his fingers all over,
getting them all wet and glistening. Joel bent over and slowly, sensuously
licked the back of Leif's head.  Then he went back to work on that hole,
crouching low to tongue it after fingering it a while more.  He placed one
hand on Leif's ass-cheek, with the other he reached around to jack his
young lover, all the while tonguing that hole in the kind of lust-fever
Dani liked her girlfriends to use on her cunt.  Finally, the Adonis rose.
He stood there, cock all shiny on the computer screen, body glistening and
cut, his hair swept back in a pony tail that set his carved cheekbones off
so well, and then she watched as the muscular hottie went into action.

	He grabbed his big dick, aimed, and slowly worked his tool into the
boy's stretched-out asshole.  A few little quick pumps of those muscular
hips and his dick started sliding in nicely.  He threw his head back.  Dani
could see his body was leaner than she thought.  Everything seemed rippling
muscle; he was sheer force in a young man.  Head still back, he began
stroking the boy tenderly up and down his sides, while those well-developed
hip muscles forced his cock all the way in.  When he made it all the way,
Leif threw his head back in ecstasy.  Joel bent over to kiss and tongue the
boy's mouth, and then he started fucking in earnest.  He established a
steady, hard rhythm immediately.  Bam-bam-bam.  God, he was hot for this
kid's ass.

	Leif wasted not a moment in meeting him thrust for thrust.  This
was serious fucking: in all her months of security work, she had never seen
as beautifully erotic sex as this.  She was all the way up in her cunt now,
fingering her clit, while she watched her private sex show.  Joel reached
around in front again and was making incredibly passionate love to Leif's
cock and balls while he kept up his insistent, driving pounding.  Then he
started a kind of slight hip-swaying while he pounded.  Leif matched that
as well.  Dani stared for a full minute or two, her tongue lolling out of
her mouth in wanton lust as this sensual dance of male desire steamily
unfolded before her.  Fingering madly, she put her own head back and
started cumming.  She opened her eyes a few moments later to the sight of
Leif's cock erupting in Joel's hand.  The jock speeded up his pounding -
hard, fevered thrusts - while he lapped up Leif's cum in obvious ecstasy.
Then he pushed one deep, final time and collapsed on the boy's back.  God,
what a cocksman, Dani thought.

	Then she realized something was weird.  How could these two be so
brazen?  This was like watching sex on a hidden camera in some dude's
bedroom, where there was no worry of someone walking in; this was not the
quick, furtive sex she was used to seeing on her webcam.  She had never
seen sex go on long enough for her to finger her clit to climax.  She had
to know what the hell was going on, so she clicked off the webcam, dried
herself with a tissue, straightened her top and skirt, and headed upstairs,
tingling at the thought of surprising these 2 young hotties when their
tea-room tryst was finished.

	Meanwhile, it was Leif's turn.  Joel's muscular torso reclined
expectantly on a makeshift mattress made from their discarded clothes.
Leif, kneeling between his jock-stud's powerful thighs, bent down to tongue
that full, lovely, virgin ass.  Joel had a thin sprinkling of blondish
hairs down there.  He was moist from cumming, so Leif's tongue got a little
tang of Joel's funk as he started making love to that crack.  Leif was a
man possessed.  He'd lick hard, soft, short, long, alternating sensuous
lapping with staccato pecking.  Joel was lost in a kind of lust-haze.

	"Oh fuck, dude, rim me forever," he cried, as his hard hip muscles
pushed his ass-crack down into Leif's face.  Leif continued with his
talented tongue, while his slender fingers played with his lover's cock and
balls.

	"Fuck, I'm gonna cum in a minute, dude, you keep that shit up!"
Joel squealed, transported by another chapter in the continuing story of
the best sex he'd ever had.

	Leif was on a mission.  His tongue was circling Joel's hole, trying
to stretch it as far as he could.  He brought the fingers of one hand up,
too, to help make it as easy as possible to take Joel's cherry.  But one
hand kept jacking his whimpering stud.  Finally Joel grunted and load after
load shot out on his abs and chest.  Leif's nimble fingers scooped up as
much as he could and used it as lube - some to help widen Joel's hole, the
rest to mix with his own precum, as he slicked up his cock.  He could wait
no longer and rose up.

	"I'm fucking you now, angel," he said simply.

	"God, I love you," Joel said, from the far side of paradise.

	Leif looked at this heaven before him: his beautifully muscled
lover's now-gaping hole, seeming like a little mouth, moaning to be fucked.
Leif grabbed his wet cock and nudged the head in.  It went in tightly, but
steadily.

	"OH SHIT!" Joel moaned.  "A cock's workin' its way into my ass!  Oh
shit, this is so great!"

	Leif slid in slowly, steadily.

	"Oh man, you feel so big in me, dude!  OH FUCK does this feel
good."

	"Shit, man," Leif marveled, "You're so fucking tight!  Oh hell, why
fuck anything else than a muscle-stud's tight, young ass?"

	"You know it, man.  Damn, I need a fucking!  Come on, you shit, ram
me, show me how deep your fucking love is!"

	Leif slowly worked back and forth, letting Joel's eager ass get
used to him.  That stud body laid out before him had lots to keep his hands
busy as he got into his rhythm. One hand played more with Joel's hardening
shaft, the other stroked an ass-cheek.  But those taut nips almost seemed
to wink at him perched on top of Joel's big pecs.  He had to stop for a
minute to bend down and kiss Joel.

	"Love you, man," he whispered in his ear after he'd kissed this
jock, who was lost in the ecstasy-haze of his first fucking.  Then he
tongued Joel's ear, blew a few hot breaths in, and got back to his own
first gay fuck.

	Leif was quickly all in, then pulled slowly all out, then back in.
He wanted to start a steady stroke, to keep himself hard as long as
possible, and to let Joel feel the true force of his love-making.  By now,
Joel was panting in semi-coherent yells and gasps.  Leif started fucking in
earnest.  Grasping Joel's ass-cheeks, he pumped hard, firm, and fast.

	"Oh Christ, that's it.  Man, do it.  Come on, you shit.  Let me see
how you fuck."

	Leif was a little surprised and the force of Joel thrusting back,
but he had to show this jock that he could fuck with the best of them.
Soon, they set up a crazed rhythm.  Leif would pound from a few different
angles, and Joel would wiggle his ass and hips in whatever way he wanted.
It was like fucking a bucking bronco, Leif thought, but he kicked it up
another notch and kept at it.  He tweaked Joel's nipples hard to let him
know who was riding whom.

	"FUCK ME, STUD!  FUCK ME!!" Joel cried.  Leif started pending him
hard and firm and fast, over and over, totally overcome by the sheer
sensuality of the best fuck of his young life.

	"Take it, man.  Take my cock!  I'm gonna fuck you all the time now,
man!  I'm fucking the greatest piece of ass in the world!  Ugh, ugh, here,
you fuck!  Feel this stud cock all deep in your guts!"

	"OH YEAH! God, that feels good!  Ride me all night, Leif!" Joel was
sliding his ass up and down Leif's pole, it felt so delicious.  But Leif
was ready to shoot.

	"Oh shit man, here it comes!"

	"Pull out!  Cum on my face, man!  Cum on my face!"

	Leif was out in an instant and spurt after spit got on Joel's
sweat-soaked face and lips.

	"You cum-crazed fucker, you!  I - "

	Quick, hard knocking on the door freaked them both out.  Worse was
the young female voice that called, "Leif!  Joel!  You two hotties done
fucking in there yet?  Some folks might want to use the john, you know!"