Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2001 01:54:32 -0800
From: CuteGayCollegeBoy <cutegaycollegeboy@cutey.com>
Subject: Joey and Brad Part 1

Author's note:
I am a new writer of gay fiction. I hope to continue with this story but it
will build gradually. Yes, the more interesting stuff will be coming in the
future. I just wanted to write this to see if anyone would be interested in
seeing what would happen to these two college guys. So please drop me an
email. Thanks. Peace and love.

Disclaimer:
This Story contains homosexual men and the concluding installments will
contain homosexual acts. If this offends you in anyway, or you are under 18
or such material is illegal in your state, don't read my story. However, if
you like stories like this and want to know what happens. Please continue
to read and enjoy.

Send comments to cutegaycollegeboy@cutey.com
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Joey and Brad Part 1

The morning air was crisp and cool without a cloud in the sky.  I wake up
in my college dorm room and realize I have about and hour and a half to get
ready for class.  Who am I? Oh, sorry bout that.  My name is Brad.  I moved
from a small Midwestern town out here to the east coast about a year ago.
I love it here.  With the ocean and lake waters and views of the mountains
and rolling hills are just wonderful.  It was just slightly into the
semester and the trees were changing color as fall approached.  What do I
look like you ask?  I am about 5'8" with jet-black hair and chestnut brown
eyes, kinda square jawed, a dimpled chin, and a really great smile.  I had
pretty nice biceps too.  I didn't have the perfect chest like I wanted, but
I was working on it and my six pack was coming in.  All in all, not a bad
guy to look at.  I always tried to stay on top of trends and things as well
so I'd look really good.  I did a pretty good job of it too.  In fact, back
in high school, and even here on campus, a lot of the popular girls were
after me.  Passing me their phone number in the student union lounge and so
on.  Always trying to lure me with that seductive wink that girls like to
give and that cute voice saying "Hey brad, call me, we'll go out" I never
agreed though.

All my buds thought that I was crazy.  They'd all look and me and say "Damn
Brad, what the hell is your problem?"  I just said to them, "I'm not really
here to date, I care about my career." Now this was only half true.  I WAS
here to study hard and I REALLY wanted a career in Computer Science.  I
really loved computers and I was good at what I did.  All my buddies said
that I was born with the looks of a jock and the mind of a computer geek.
However, there was one thing my buddies didn't know about me, they didn't
know that I was gay.  No one knew, not even my parents.  That was how I
liked it too.  I was cute, popular with my friends, and no one would have
guessed that I secretly wanted to date guys.  I hadn't had a guy in my life
for awhile, but boy I was ready to give love another chance..  I was sure
hoping that something would happen soon.

So I was getting ready to go to my first class, which just happened to be
Speech 101.  I hated speech but since it was Monday and I wanted to start
the week off right, I decided that I wanted to look really good.  So I put
on some tight gray boxer-briefs, some tight black jeans, and white thermal
shirt and a gold short sleeved shirt, gelled my hair back, grabbed a bagel
from the toaster and a cup of coffee and headed off to class.  When I got
to class and just grabbed a seat in the back because it was right before
the lecture was suppose to start.  However, today was different. There
wasn't going to be a lecture at all.  The professor said that since the
semester only started a few short weeks ago we should get to know each
other.  We had to get a partner, and find out the most we could about him
or her and report back next class.  This made me nervous.  I mean there
were some really great looking guys in my class but they probably all had
friends and so on or wanted to interview girls.  I didn't have any of my
friends in any of my classes this semester.  I felt like the campus new
kid.  So there I was looking around for some one to pair up with, and I
felt this massive and gentle hand grip my shoulder.  I turn around to this
great big warm smile; long, thick, perfectly styled blonde hair and bright
green eyes that reflected light like pools of water.  He said,

"Hey bro, my name's Joey, wanna pair up?"

I had to quick close my mouth as I was trying not to gawk at this great
looking guy in front of me.  I mean, I thought I was good looking but Joey
was just amazing.  He had biceps a little bigger than mine and he had a
great chiseled chest that you could see from his tight long sleeved shirt.
He had dimples in his cheeks, and I just got lost in his smile.  He had a
really cute bubble-butt too.  I was trying not to notice his body but
couldn't help it.  Eventually I said,

"Sure man, thanks, my name is Brad."

"Hey Brad, good to know ya bro."

I said, "Yeah, you too, man"

Then he said, "Man I really kinda get uncomfortable asking stuff to people
sometimes, I just never know what to ask.  I'm sorry."

What? This gorgeous guy is sorry to ME? I couldn't believe it.

I said "Joey, it's okay man.  Why don't you just come over tomorrow to my
dorm room.  I have a double unit but no roommate so we can just hang out
and interview each other.

He said, "Sounds great bud, thanks.  How's 7:00?"

"Great" I said.  "See ya then"

I couldn't believe that this gorgeous guy had basically fallen in my lap
and was coming over to my dorm room tomorrow night, wow.

So it was Tuesday night around 7:00.  Joey knocked on the door and I opened
it.  There he stood his blonde hair perfectly gelled and shining in the
light and that warm smile of his beamed from ear to ear.  He was wearing a
white T-shirt and tight blue jeans and I was speechless because he looked
so hot.

Eventually he said, "Uh, can I come in?"

I said "Yeah dude, sure, I am sorry."  I offered his something to drink and
he said he was fine.  He just sat there smiling at me, I tried to smile
back but I was nervous.  All I could do was stare at his gorgeous frame.

He said, "Gee man, I am sorry, do I make you uncomfortable?  What's wrong?"

"Nothing" I said.

"Well that's a lie, but you don't have to tell me" he said.  He just
continued to smile.

"So Joey, what do you want to tell me about yourself?" I asked.

Well this had started a string of conversation between the two of us that
went on for at least a few hours.  We talked about life, childhood, school,
and especially that bore of a speech teacher we both had and how he
lectured up until the last second of class almost every session.  Well, the
two of us found out that we had become fast friends literally overnight.
It was a very comforting friendship at that.  Both of us had each reached a
point in our home lives where we needed to break free and be our own
individuals.  Moving wasn't as terrible as either of us thought it would
be, but making a new friend was.  All of the friends that I had here at
school up to now were the few that followed me out of high school.
Unfortunately, they still acted like we were in high school and that act
got pretty old.  I had a really good feeling knowing that I had someone new
to connect with.

As time went on, it got late, and Joey thought the he should go even though
he had a great time that night during the interview.  I asked if Joey had
anymore questions before he left for the night.

He said "Just one, Can we hang out again, maybe tomorrow night?"  I was
surprised.

"Sure" I said.

My cock was rock hard from the excitement for just the possibility of
getting to see my new friend again.  He could probably see the bulge from
my jeans but I didn't care. I really liked this guy.  We set up to meet at
a coffeehouse right off campus right after speech class.  I then followed
Joe to the door and went to shake his hand goodnight.  He shook my hand and
then he pulled me close to him and held me close and buried my head into
his chest.  I am sure he could feel my hard cock through my jeans, because
he held me so close.

He softly whispered "Good night Brad, thanks for everything."

He held me for about five minutes like that and then left and softly closed
the door.  I was so surprised by this I didn't know what to think, but I
went to bed feeling very peaceful that night.

The next day I didn't have any classes, so I was content to spend the
greater part of the morning in bed.  All of a sudden I had received a phone
call.  I was still mostly asleep when I had answered the phone.  I think I
had managed the mumble the word "hello" after I had picked up the receiver.
There was a somewhat familiar voice on the phone.

"Brad?  Brad, you there?  It's Joey."

"Oh, hey Joe...what's up?" I asked.

"Sorry I woke you up dude.  I didn't want anything, just wondered if you
wanted to get a cup of coffee or something" Joe said.

"Yeah, Joe, I'd really like to, but now is kinda a bad time dude, I'm still
in bed, and I'm not even close to being dressed or anything. I'm sorry." I
said.

Joe sounded kinda disappointed.  "Well dude, that's fine I know you were
sleeping and all.  Look me up later if you want to do anything." he said.

"Wait Joe" I said.  "If you want to you could always come over here for
coffee.  I may not look the most presentable but you are welcome to come
over and hang out for awhile."

"Thanks, guy, I really appreciate that.  I'll be over in about twenty
minutes if that's OK?" Joe said.

"That's fine.  I gotta go hop in the shower.  If I am not here when you get
here, just make yourself at home and I'll be right back alright?  I'll have
the coffee brewing before I go, so help yourself."

"Okay, great dude.  See you in a little bit."  Joe said.  Then he hung up
the receiver.


I had gone to bed in my gray boxer-briefs from that day and a t-shirt so I
had to find something to change into after my shower, but I didn't have
much time.  I have to admit that I really wanted Joey even though I had so
far done well to hide it.  However, I thought that it might be a good idea
to flirt a bit.  I wasn't for sure if Joey was gay yet, but I felt a spark
between us the other night with that hug, and was wondering if he did
too. I had never felt another guy hold me so tight and have it feel so
wonderful at the same time.

Being that I did not have much time all I grabbed was my soap, shampoo, a
pair of black boxer-briefs and my black bathrobe.  I quick put on some
coffee, made my bed, and headed the shower.  When I got there I was glad I
was the only guy in there as I was in a hurry.  However, it also was about
10:30 and everyone else had probably started their day long ahead of me.  I
quickly picked the middle shower stall of about 9 all together, stripped
and began to take a hot shower.  As I washed my dark hair, droplets of
water had begun to ooze from the ends of my hair, down to face, and down
the center of my chest.  As I began to soap up, all of the soap got in the
folds of my arms and muscles and the beginning of my abs.  It was kinda hot
to see all the soap just cling to my muscles, become really foamy and begin
to ooze off me.  I especially liked how it made my cock and nuts look.  My
cock was completely hard and my nuts were hanging low all covered in the
drippy, soapy froth.  I then quickly took a few strokes of my hard dick.
Not enough strokes to make me cum, mind you, but just enough to feel good
as the hot water beat down on it and to make me even harder than I was
already.  I then stopped after a minute or two, rinsed off and put on the
boxer briefs and bathrobe.  My black boxer briefs showed a perfect outline
of my hard throbbing member.  I smiled when I looked in a nearby mirror.  I
quickly threw on my bathrobe, tied it, and opened it at the top just enough
to show off my still very wet pecs. I left my hair wet and combed it just
slightly. The beads of water from my bangs were still hitting me in the
face.

When I got back to my room Joey was already drinking a cup of coffee.  It
was now 11:00.  He was wearing a pair of jeans and a white crew neck shirt.
Even though it wasn't very revealing, it showed off his chiseled frame
perfectly through the shirt.  I stood in the doorway for a second and said
"Hey there, Joey, it's good to see you bro."

Now this was the first time that I had realized that if Joe wasn't gay at
least he thought I was good looking.  I knew this because he just stared at
my wet hair, and my wet chest for few minutes, mouth gaped open.  All he
could manage to say was "Hi Brad."  I went over and got a cup of coffee and
sat down at the small table he was sitting at.  We sat and talked for a few
minutes.

"Was there something that you needed to tell me Joe?"  I asked. "You
sounded pretty urgent on the telephone."

My question brought him out of his daze.

"Uh, no," he said.  I just did not have any classes today and I didn't
really want to spend the day alone."  That's all.

"Well, you wanna go ahead and to something together then?" I asked.  "I
have the day off too, so I'm free to do whatever."

"Sure," Joey said.  "We can go grab a bite to eat this afternoon and then
maybe do something this evening.  How would that be?"

"Sounds like a blast" I said.  "Let me throw on a pair of jeans quick and
we can go grab a burger or somethin."  "Feel free to watch TV while I'm
gone."  I said.

I went into my bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror.  I was
wondering if Joey was really going to watch TV or try to get a glimpse of
me.  I never heard the television go on and I could see Joey's eyes in the
mirror so I knew that he was watching, he just didn't know that I
knew. Knowing that Joey was interested, I did more to keep his interest.  I
untied my robe and let it fall to the floor exposing my muscular shoulders
and back. I flexed and tightened all of the muscles in my back. Then I
turned sideways to show off my pecs and my biceps.  If Joey was still
watching he could also tell that I had a full hard on inside my boxer
briefs.  I heard Joey gasp a little bit as he watched and I knew he was
impressed.  I then put on a pair of tight blue jeans and a tight black
shirt.  I turned around and noticed that Joey was heading back to the
television and quick turned it on so that I wouldn't know that he was
checking me out while I dressed.  Little did he know that I was glad he
did.

 I came out of my room and asked "Ready to go, Joey?"

"Sure, anytime you are ready" he said.

So I grabbed my windbreaker, and he had grabbed his that he had brought
with him and we headed outside.  We had eaten lunch at this little corner
cafe and then walked through a nearby park and continued to talk about the
past and daily life in general like we had the night before.  Both of us
had gotten completely lost in the conversation and before too long, it was
already 3:30.  We agreed to split up for the remainder of the afternoon and
then meet at this local pub and billiard room called "The 8 Ball" around
9:00. There we could slam down a couple beers and play a little pool. The
afternoon was so great just eating and walking peacefully and talking with
a friend.  I felt in a way more whole than I ever had before.  I couldn't
wait to see what the night would bring.

However, This was before I had reached my dorm room again and knew what was
in store for me.  There was a message waiting for me on my answering
machine when I got back.  It was from a person that I had never hoped to
hear from again, my ex-boyfriend, Alex.  I heard the following message on
my machine:

"Hey Bradley, you old dog, you!  It's Al.  How the heck have you been?  Hey
we haven't talked in a long time and I'm doing great, but I want to catch
up with you.  Let's meet at our old hangout, "The 8 Ball" around 9:00 okay.
Look forward to seeing you.  Talk to you later stud."

Now, I was not really looking forward to running into Alex while I was out
having fun with Joe, but I wasn't going to be immature and cancel.  I told
myself, "You are 19, and mature and confident enough to handle any
situation.  It was too late to call him back and I did not have his number
anymore anyway because he had moved.

So 9:00 rolls around and I had changed clothes.  I was wearing a navy blue
sweatshirt and a blue baseball cap and some white khakis.  I had agreed to
pick Joey up, so I went and parked my car and went up to his apartment a
few miles from campus.  When I got there I knocked, and he opened the door.
He had changed clothes as well because it had gotten colder out as the sun
went down.  Joey had on dark tan khakis, a green sweatshirt, and a green
baseball cap.  We were both just ready to be relaxed and have a few beers
and play some pool.  On the way to the billiard room I told Joey that an
old friend may be there looking for me, and if he was, to just ignore him
because he is a trouble maker and will probably look for a fight.

Joey said, "I'll ignore him the best I can, but if it a fight he is looking
for, he may just get one."

When Joey and I got to the pub he racked up the balls and grabbed the cue
sticks and I grabbed a beer for each of us.  Alex was there waiting for me
and said "Hey Brad, come sit down."

In reply I said, "Hey Al, no offense man, but I'm really here to be with my
buddy, not to chat with you"

Alex said, "What, I was good enough when you and I were lovers and now I'm
nothing to you?"

Joey looked surprised and said "lovers?"

I turned red with embarrassment and then turned to Joey and said "Yes, Joe,
this is Alex, my ex-boyfriend.  I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but I'm
gay.  I just didn't want that fact to hinder our friendship."

Alex said, "That's not all you are going to be sorry for."


Then Alex proceeded to jab me in the mouth.  My lip was bleeding.  I took a
good swing at him and missed.  He then decked me across the face, gave me a
black eye, and slammed a chair over my head and then another over my back.
Alex kept slamming me into everything and my back was bleeding pretty
badly.  I saw Joey get in a few good punches against Alex and it helped
things from being worse but I was still pretty battered.

I don't remember how I got out of that bar.  I just remember being passed
out in the corner on the floor.  However, the next morning, I woke up and
was in a soft warm bed.  It wasn't my bed, but I didn't care.  I couldn't
see out of my left eye, it was swollen shut.  My back was hurt really bad.
I wasn't even in my own clothes anymore.  I was in a pair of sweats and was
shirtless.  I saw my torn khakis and blood stained sweatshirt lying over in
a laundry basket in the corner.  I managed to mumble out...

"Hello?  Where am I?"

Joey came over to the bed and sat down.  He ran his gentle fingers through
my hair, and ran his hand down my cheek. He held the right side of my face
in his hand, He then leaned down and gave me a warm deep kiss pressing both
of his warm soft lips against mine for what seemed to be an eternity.

Then he said, "It's okay stud, you are going to be all right.  I will make
sure of it.  He kissed my mouth again and then the center of my chest and
both of my nipples.  After that he left the room and I drifted back to
sleep.