Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 15:07:16 -0500
From: Marty Kentucky <marty_ky@mail.com>
Subject: Jimmy in the chat room

What can I say, it was 9:00 pm on a Friday night and nothing was happening.
All my straight friends were out on a date and here I sat in the dorm
alone.  I'd had the computer on.  Chatting on two different gay sites and
getting the usual how big are you, or asl (age sex location).  What a drag.

Then suddenly up pops a picture of the most drop dead gorgeous man I had
every seen.  With a profile no less.  Not the usual no face pic, no
response; but a really definite description of who he was and what he
wanted.

I'm Marty, 20 years old and a second semester senior at this medium sized
college in Kentucky.  Not a native but certainly comfortable in my newly
adopted home.  Deep in the hills of Appalachia, it just suited my nature.
I'd actually started to have a natural drawl like many of the southerners
surrounding me.

So that you can picture me a bit better, I'm 6' 1" and weigh in at a health
200 lbs., short brown hair and the beginning of a fairly hairy body.  I
guess you'd say the cub variety of a young gay man.  I'd had my share of
experiences in middle and high school.  Starting out with the usual show me
yours and I'll show you mine and then graduating to the occasional sucking
and fucking.

By the time I was in college I knew I was gay, but was still so hidden in
the closet not a soul around me knew, or at least I though so.  My freshman
year was an odd one.  I kept bouncing from room to room in the dormitory.
Overcrowding was the tale of woe when I arrived.  To accommodate the
largest class of freshman ever in the history of the school they had put
bunk beds into the rooms so instead of accommodating two guys, there were
three.  By the end of the first week of school the usual number of
cry-babies had left.  Home sick for mommy I guess.  I found a new room mate
and we were down to two in a room.  Like a lot of closet queers I had my
favorite set of posters posted in the room.  And being just a bit naive,
really had never though of them as being gay posters.  Well apparently
everyone else in the dorm picked up on the clues.

On the first night of my move, there must have been a dozen guys come into
the room and shake my hand.  Welcoming me to the new floor.  My new roomie
was an upperclassman, and resident assistant.  I just thought that these
were friendly guys, coming to meet me.  It wasn't until much later I found
out they were all coming to see the resident queer.  What a laugh.  If they
had only know what was really about to take place in room 1003 they would
have been shocked.

About two weeks later, on a rainy Sunday afternoon, I was laying down in
the bed, half asleep, listening to a ball game on the radio.  My roomie
Jimmy came in and shut the door.  The next thing I know he's laying in bed
with me.  I just laugh and think to my self, if you want this bed, I'll get
in yours buddy.

Yet for some reason I didn't get up.  I just laid there, and then he rolled
over -- closer to me.  Now I realized he has a woody in his pants.  I'm
just laying there in my boxers and started to grow just a little harder
too.  Then all of a sudden he rolls not beside me, but on top of me.

Jimmy starts grinding his dick into mine.  Boy oh boy what an amazing
feeling that was.  Then he whispers into my ear, Do you feel the same way I
do?

What can I say, Hell yes!

We totally undress and start kissing each other.  First just kissing, then
French kissing.  Putting our tongs deep into each others mouth.  We are
hugging and kissing and sweating like pigs in heat.  (Well I guess we
were).

I am getting into this.  What a hot man Jimmy is.  I had no idea he was
gay, but obviously he had me figured out from the start.  We reversed
position and started sucking each others dicks.  In the 69 position I could
taste ever bit of him.  The man smell from his body was driving me wild.  I
had the hots for him that afternoon.

In just a few minutes he was shaking just as I was.  This man who was three
years older than me.  This man who had the most amazing face in the world.
A man with a full head of red hair.  A man who just made me smile was
giving me the most spectacular blow job of my life.

All of his 7 inch cock was in my mouth.  I could feel his balls grinding
against my chin.  Digging deeper and deeper I could almost taste what was
about to happen.  The shakes, the shutters, the moans were growing faster
and louder.  In just a moment I knew the outcome.

And out it came.  One blast, two blasts, three blasts, and then a final
blast and it was over.  Well actually it was not over.  Because what took
place that Sunday afternoon was just the beginning of a year's worth of
joy.

And why was I happy to see somebody pop up in the chat room on that lonely
Friday night?  Why it was Jimmy of course.  He'd graduated and moved to
Virginia for his first job, but that did not mean we never talked or got
together again.

Tonight was not going to be too bad after all.  Some virtual sex is better
than no sex.

Comments, questions, retorts: marty_ky@mail.com