Date: Fri, 2 Dec 2005 23:54:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lucas and Lionel-Part 1. The Incident

     College is turning out to be more interesting than I
expected. I feel like I'm a double agent. I have to sneak
around and hide who I am from my roommate. Let me take a
step back and explain. My name is Lucas. I'm basically an
average white guy. I'm 5'11" with brown hair and brown eyes.
I'm naturally skinny, but not bony. I don't really have
muscles, but if I really focus and flex my arm as hard as I
can, small bicep and tricep muscles appear.
     Now let me get you up to date. I was a star guard on
the basketball team during high school. I hung out with my
basketball teammates a lot. I particularly loved hanging out
with Lionel. Lionel was and still is a fine ass black guy.
His skin is a silky smooth chocolate canvas that I want to
paint all over, if you catch my drift. He's 6'2" now, but he
was only about 6' most of high school. His body is so much
better than mine. The boy has an 8 pack for goodness sake.
He doesn't have to flex to make a muscle because his body is
well toned and his muscles are all well defined. I love that
he's not bulky either. I have a thing against bodybuilder
types. Ooh, and his dick, wow! I have seen his dick a
million times over the past few years and he lives up to the
stereotype. His dick must be about 9 inches when it's soft,
and it's thick too. Sometimes I wonder if my small self can
handle him, but truthfully, I don't care. If he ever decides
to dish it out, I'll do whatever I have to do to take it.
     Lionel's nickname is Jay, but I can't seem to break the
habit of calling him Lionel. Plus I think Lucas and Lionel
sounds cuter than Lucas and Jay. I'm not the only person who
calls him Lionel though. He had to go by Lionel on the
basketball team because there was already another Jay and
about four other guys from the team had the same last name
as him. Coach didn't want confusion when he yelled out
names, so Lionel told him it was okay to call him Lionel.
     How he became my roommate is still confusing to me. I
didn't even know he was planning on coming to this school.
He had basketball scholarships to schools all over the
country, but he never made an official announcement about
where he was going. I assumed he was going to stay close to
home, because he loved his family to death. I asked him
about it a few times and he said he hadn't made a decision.
He was gone all that summer, playing basketball for some
summer league. I talked to him on the phone once or twice,
but I resigned myself to never seeing him again. I admit now
that I was being a little overdramatic.
     Anyway, my parents bring me up to the campus and I go
get my orientation information and we take a few things up
to my dorm room. I get to my door and there are two signs
with names. One said Lucas, the other said Lionel. I almost
passed out, but I knew it couldn't be my Lionel. He would
have told me something like that. I unlocked the door and I
walked in and there he was, sitting at one of the computer
desks, playing a game on his laptop. He paused his game and
turned around, "What's up Lucas?" He stood up. "Oh and you
brought the fam too! How you doing Mr. and Mrs. Donnelly?"
He was grinning from ear to ear. My parents said hello to
him, and I just smiled. I was speechless. I sat the package
on one of the beds. I noticed that he hadn't picked a bed
yet. Lionel walked up to me, "I haven't seen you since
graduation night! Boy you better give me some love!" He
opened his arms and I fell in to them with no questions
asked.
     I put my arms around him and pulled him closer. I said,
"I missed you man!" Then I pushed back a little and said,
"You don't call! You don't write! And now you pop up here?"
I tried to say it in a joking manner.

     He took it as a joke and laughed. Then he moved his
arms from around me and threw his arms up, "Surprise!" His
entire face lit up when he said that.

  I realized that my hands were now resting on his hips. I
didn't want to let go, but I knew I had to, so I moved my
hands and started a conversation about something else. "When
did you get here?"

     "This morning."

     "Why didn't you pick a bed?"

     "Well, it doesn't matter to me where I sleep. I was
waiting for you to get here so you could pick a bed, and
I'll just sleep in the one that's left over."

   "Did you know that I was the Lucas that would be living
here?"

     "Of course! I requested you as my roommate!"

     I know I blushed. I couldn't help it. A warm sensation
ran through my veins and just stopped when it reached my
cheeks. Then, to make the matter worse, my mother said,
"Aww, you made him blush!" Talk about embarrassing! I wanted
to disappear.

     My parents knew I was gay. My father wasn't very
accepting, but he tolerated me because I was his son. My
mother however, was extremely accepting. She went to
meetings for parents of Gay, Lesbian, Transgendered, and
Transsexual people. She looked up as much information as she
could find, and I never doubted for a minute, that my mother
loved me unconditionally. She wanted me to tell everyone
about it so I could be open about who I was, but I wasn't
ready for that step. I think my father was grateful to me,
for that, because for all intents and purposes, I was still
the same son he had grown to love. He and I enjoyed
pretending like I wasn't gay. It made life easier for both
of us. I don't think he would have dealt well with an openly
gay son. Hell, I don't think I had the strength to deal with
it either.

  Anyway, to make a long story only moderately long, Lionel
and I are roommates. We're about halfway through our first
semester and he still has no idea that I am gay. He always
lets me know when he's going to be gone for the night and I
try to give him the same respect too. I have gotten in to
the gay scene at this nearby town, so I have a lot of gay
friends now, but Lionel hasn't met any of them. I have also
gotten in to the bad habit of bringing a guy home with me on
the nights when I know Lionel will be gone. It's always the
same guy, Michael. I tend to like masculine looking guys, so
no one really thinks anything when they see us together. We
just look like two guys hanging out.

     I lost my virginity to Michael in my dorm room. I met
him at a club and he was cute. We hit it off right away and
we both had a little too much to drink. He wanted to see my
dorm room, and I wanted company because I knew Lionel was
gone for the night. We went back to my room and turned on
the television. Then he just leaned over and started kissing
me. To my surprise, I kissed him back. It's not like I had
never kissed a guy before, because I kissed plenty of boys
when I was younger and experimenting, but none of them count
as a real kiss. All those idiots turned out to be straight!
So Michael started touching me and everything he did felt so
good. He was definitely experienced. The next thing I
knew, we were naked and in a 69 position sucking each other.
I had never sucked a guy's dick before. I hoped I was doing
a good job, but I couldn't tell. I tried to suck in as much
of his 7 inch dick as I could. I didn't know what to do with
my hands, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and massaged
his butt with my hands. His butt was nice and soft, but I
was more interested in his dick.

     I felt a finger tracing a path up and down the crack in
my ass. His oral manipulations, coupled with his finger, was
driving me wild. Suddenly, his finger started applying
pressure to my hole. I tried to be still. His finger slipped
in and I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. It felt
incredible. He pulled his finger out and took my dick out of
his mouth. "Get on all fours." I listened to his command
like he was a drill sergeant. I released his dick from my
mouth and got on all fours. Within seconds I had to lower my
head and moan in to the bed. His tongue was assaulting my
ass with such finesse and vigor that all I could do was moan
my appreciation. He inserted his finger in my ass again and
started pumping the finger in and out. Then he inserted two,
then three. He took out his fingers and said, "You ready?"

   Fear hit me as soon as he said that. I felt the alcohol
escaping my body, and my sanity immediately returned. "I'm a
virgin!" I shouted.

     "I'll be gentle." Was his only response.

     Somehow that soothed me and made it okay again. "Do you
have a condom?"

     "Of course."

     "Okay, let's do it then." I rationalized that I could
always blame it on the alcohol when it was over.

     "Do you have any lube or something?"

     "Top drawer."

     I heard him reach over and open the drawer. He took out
my lube, which came in handy for self pleasuring. He must
have gotten a lot on his finger because his finger felt cool
as it entered my ass yet again. He rubbed the lube around
inside me. Then I heard him open a condom and I wondered
where the condom came from. He put the condom on, and soon I
felt his dick pushing against my hole. "You ready?"

     "Yes."
     "Okay, I'm going to go slow at first, so just relax and
try to push out like you're taking a shit."

     That was not exactly the image I wanted to have in my
mind at a moment like that, but his advice made his slow
entrance tolerable. Once he was all the way in, he rested
for a moment, so I could get used to his dick inside me. It
felt strange feeling his balls and pubic hair resting on my
butt, yet feeling his dick inside me seemed normal.

     He was good at sex too. He started going in and out,
slowly. Then he picked up the pace and added a little slight
swaying move that resulted in his dick hitting that special
place inside me. He made me cum without even touching my
dick. My orgasm set off his orgasm and we both collapsed on
the bed. I fell asleep in his arms.

     I woke up to an empty bed and instantly panicked. I
couldn't believe that my first time had been so tawdry, and
now he was gone. I was about to cry when my room door
opened. He walked in wearing a pair of boxers.

     "Sorry, I had to use the bathroom."

     "It's okay!" As I said that, I realized that I had
fallen asleep on my cum. Yuck! I always liked to clean up,
at least with a towel. I felt disgusting, and I needed a
shower.

     "So, um. Will I see you again?"

     I couldn't believe he was asking me that. I should have
been the one saying that to him. "If you want to."

     "Well I definitely want to." He smiled at me and walked
over to place a sweet tender kiss on my lips.

     We talked for most of the morning. I told him that I
was in love with Lionel and he said it was okay, because he
wasn't looking for anything too serious. He said I seemed
like a cool person, so we could just keep it casual for now.

     Eventually, he had to go to work. He wanted to stop by
his place and shower, and I completely understood. We
exchanged numbers and he was gone. I finally took my shower
around 3.

     Lionel was supposed to be back around 7, so I was
beginning to worry when 8pm rolled around and he was still
missing. He called me at 8:10 to let me know that he was
still in the other city and he would be gone for the night
again. I wondered what he was doing.

  Now for the present, I am on my bed with Michael plowing
away at my ass. We are playing our role play game again. I
am calling him Lionel and moaning his name. Michael seems to
get off on pretending to be Lionel. We have music turned on
to muffle the sounds, so no one walking by will hear
anything. I am about to cum, so I start getting a little
louder, "Oh, Lionel. Oh, oh, oh!"

     "What the fuck!"

     I look over and see Lionel standing there with the door
open. I didn't even hear his key in the lock. He looks at
me. His eyes have a strange look in them. I watch,
speechless, as the door begins to close and he disappears
from sight.


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