Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2003 20:26:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: indydrew78@yahoo.com
Subject: Micah

DISCLAIMER:  This story is completely fictional, only a
product of my imagination.  I never realized how much work
goes into these stories, so please don't publish this
elsewhere and claim it as your own.  I hope y'all like it.

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"CRASH!!"

The sound of my clumsy roommate tripping over one of the
piles of crap in our flat woke me from an incredibly deep
sleep, a sleep that I don't really remember starting, or how
I got there.  My body seemed disconnected from my mind, as I
attempted to get me bearings in my environment.  I was in my
room, because I recognized the smell - a mix of incense,
coffee and dirty laundry.  No matter how hard I tried, I
could not get rid of that smell - it permeated everything I
had.  It wasn't that it was a bad smell, just very
distinctive.  As I was contemplating new ways to change that
smell, new aspects of my environment began to permeate my
consciousness.  It was light out, as sun was peaking around
the blinds on my window.  The blinds are just simple
Venetian blinds, but I got some fabric from the remnant
store and hung it over a bar, draped around the window and
down in front.  It was a really pretty floral pattern, not
too outrageous, but rather sultry, and I mixed in a
complementary color so it looked really great.  My room was
kinda cold, and I was wrapped in my comforter and drawn up
in the fetal position, lying on my right side.  My comforter
was really thick and heavy, just like I wanted it.  It
covered my bed and made it look better than it really is -
it is just a futon mattress on the floor.  I was getting
used to the temperature in my room, because the building I
lived in was an old, renovated apartment building that was
rather drafty with old, radiator-style heat.  As I started
to gain some feeling in my extremities, I noticed unusual
pressure on my side and against the back of my legs.  It was
warm and soft, but not moving much at all.  I moved my arm
under the blanket, ran it down my chest to my leg, up the
side of my leg to my thigh and over the side, to feel what
was behind me.  I ran into what felt like another leg -
tender but muscular, slightly hairy and warm.  I slowly
brought my arm back up to my chin, into the same position I
woke up in.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"  That was the only thing running
through my mind.  "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

The fact that it was a leg, muscular and hairy, was
intriguing to my very foggy mind.  It really didn't bother
me that it was hairy and muscular.  The fact that it must be
attached to a guy wasn't a big deal.  (In fact, if this
muscular, hairy leg was attached to a woman, I'd be much
more freaked out.)  I have been much more comfortable with
muscular, boy's bodies since I really knew what bodies were
all about.  You see, I am gay.  I am also a college student.
I'm a junior at a relatively prestigious Midwestern college
(at least it is prestigious to people that think about those
things - to the students it is just school).  And, if you
haven't figured it out yet, my mind likes to move around a
lot.  I can spend hours on these flights of thought that
jump all over the place.  It is actually kind of fun now,
`cause I can use it when I want and control it when I don't.
That took a few years lying on a couch in a doctor's office.
My therapist did great things for me - it was with him that
I found out what I should do with my life.  He said that I
should use these creative urgings my mind has to my
advantage.  I took up music - it is one of the only things
that my mind can grab onto and hold for hours.  I can sit
with my viola and some music and play for hours without even
realizing it.  My mom used to worry about me when I would
spend hours in my room playing without eating, drinking or
going to the bathroom.  To me, it was as close to heaven as
I thought I could get.  My therapist also helped me get
comfortable with my sexuality.  I mean, it was never a big
deal in my home (My parent's actually think it is cool - it
gives me an "edge").  But getting over the negative
impressions I got through the media and all the kids at
school took some time.  I mean, when you are bombarded with
"fag", "cocksucker", "mary" and various other words hurled
at me at school, as well as all the stereotypes put out on
T.V. and the movies, you can't help but get a little self-
conscious and have some problems with your self-image.  But,
I eventually worked that crap out, and now I don't give a
shit what people say about me, to me or behind my back.  It
helped that I was pretty athletic in school, so I could back
up things I would say.  I was never into organized sports -
I don't have the temperament for it, but I played pick-up
games a lot and worked out by myself and my friends all the
time.  So, by the time I got to college, I had a pretty
tight body, which allowed me to work and play, meeting new
people without worrying how I looked.  My favorite parts of
my body are my legs - nicely muscular and tanned, with just
the right amount of hair on them.

Wait!  Muscular, hairy legs. up against my body.  WHAT THE
HELL IS THAT?  Maybe I should ask, WHO THE HELL IS THAT?

Focus, now.  Try to remember something, anything.  Let's
see. Today is Saturday, because yesterday I only had one
class - my performance lab.  That is my Friday schedule.  My
lab is in the afternoon, starting around 1:00 p.m. and
lasting a few hours.  It is just me and my professor, so it
can last an hour or 3 hours, depending on his mood and mine.
Yesterday, he was in a great mood, so I got out of lab about
4:30.  I came home and changed my clothes, so I could go run
at the gym and get some time on the weights.  I worked out
until about 7:00 and went straight to the cafeteria on
campus for some food.  There, I ran into my best friend,
Joshua, and we ate dinner and made plans for the evening.
Joshua has been my best friend since I first came to
college.  We met during orientation and have been
inseparable since.  We tried to date for a bit, but we were
much better at being best friends.  Anyway (I need to try to
remember who is behind me), after we left the cafeteria, I
came back home and took a shower.  My roommate, Bobby, was
in, so we hung out for a little while and had a beer or two.
He is a cool guy, hopelessly straight, but very easy going
and generally a great roommate.  We were roommates our
sophomore year in the dorms and decided to get a small
apartment off campus for this year.  So, after I got ready,
Joshua stopped by and we left for the night.  We had heard
about a party at an off campus apartment of one of our
friends.  It was supposed to be a typical college party with
a keg, loud music and a chance to unwind after a tough week.
We got there and started drinking.  I remember starting off
pretty strong, doing a couple of shots at the makeshift bar
with Joshua and our party host.  After that, things were
getting a little blurry.  I remember getting a few more
drinks and dancing, a lot.  The music was really thumping
and the people at the party were making the night really
hot.  The room was dimly lit with a disco ball and some
flashing colored lights.  I remember being mesmerized by the
lights and dancing, staring at them for a long time.

This isn't getting me very far.  The last thing I remember
was dancing under the lights in our friend's apartment.  I
kinda cocked my head up off my pillow and took a look around
the room, to see if there were any clues lying around that
might help me out.  I saw my clothes, haphazardly draped
over my desk chair and music stand.  I saw a dark coat that
I didn't recognize and a red scarf hanging over my computer
screen.  Still nothing.  Then I saw a dark lump over in the
corner, leaning up against the closet door.  It was a hat -
but it was an old style hat, kinda like the one's Sinatra
would wear in all of his cool movies.  I lied there, staring
at that hat, trying to remember something about it.  I knew
it wasn't mine; I've never been too big on hats.  Anyway, I
loved my hair and didn't want to cover it up too much.  None
of my friends wore a hat like that.  One of my friends,
Michael, wears hats all the time, even some really funky
ones, but I don't remember one like that.  I also cannot
imagine Michael being naked in my bed with me.  Even with a
truck-load of alcohol, I don't think I'd end up in bed with
him.  Anyway, I stared at that hat, thinking back to that
party, when I remembered seeing it dancing, under the
lights.  All I could see in my mind was the hat; the person
wearing it was facing the other way.  He was wearing a dark
suit coat and black pants.  He was a little shorter than me,
probably about 5'10" or so.  I could see that he had dark,
loosely curly hair, long enough to hang out under the hat
and cover his collar.  He was moving really well, very
smooth and seductive.  He was slowly swinging his hips with
his hands in front of him.  He was dancing with a girl,
someone I had seen around campus but really didn't know that
well.  Then I remember Joshua coming up to me and grabbing
me, pulling me back to the bar for another round of drinks.
We had a couple more shots and then started playing one of
those stupid drinking games, which seem like such a good
idea when you are drunk.  We started playing "I never",
where you take turns saying out loud things that you have
never done, and if anyone in the group has done that, they
take a drink.

We were playing, and had gone through a couple of rounds,
when that girl I saw from the dance floor come up to the
bar.  She asked what we were playing and Joshua told her
about the game.  She asked to join in and grabbed the arm of
someone behind her, and pulled them up to the bar.  It was
the guy in the hat.  Wow!  He was gorgeous.  His great
looking hair was hanging down under the hat, framing his
face that was highlighted by the bluest eyes I have ever
seen.  His nose was small and perky, slightly upturned at
the end.  His lips were full and glistening, turned up into
a cute little smirk.  He had long sideburns down to the
bottom of his ears, highlighting his straight, defined jaw.
I couldn't stop staring at him, and he caught my stare and
gave me a quick smile.  He laughed (no doubt at my continued
stare) and introduced himself as Jordan.  I shook myself out
of it, reciprocated his introduction and resumed the game.

Joshua was in rare form tonight, no doubt from the alcohol I
have helped him consume.  For his turn, he said, "I've never
had sex in the Science Building."  Everyone was quiet for a
moment, and then the guilty ones took a drink, including me.
(That's a story for another time.)  I noticed that Jordan
also took a drink after that announcement.  Next to go was
Marcey, the girl dancing with Jordan.  She proclaimed, "I've
never had sex with any of the guys around this bar."  As
Joshua was standing there, I was obligated to take a drink.
When I brought the glass down from my lips, I saw Jordan
drinking from his glass.  My eyes got as big as saucers, and
when he brought his glass down, he was looking right at me,
blushing, with this huge smile on his face.  It was then, I
remember, that I decided the game was over and went back out
to the dance floor, grabbing Jordan's arm and pulling him
along with me.  We danced for a few songs, getting closer
and closer, until we were pretty much bumping and grinding
into each other, getting very excited.  He leaned into me
and asked, "Would you like to get out of here?"  I shook my
head and grabbed his arm again, going to the bedroom to get
our coats.

This is all coming back to me now.  When we got outside, he
locked my arm into his, and we used each other to steady
ourselves and walk toward my house.  I fumbled with my keys
in the front door, and then tripped up the stairs to my
third floor flat, Jordan in tow.  We fell into the living
room of my home and hit the floor hard, him landing on top
of me.  We stayed there for a second, then started kissing,
lightly at first, almost testing the waters, then both
diving in, thrashing about and chomping on each others sweet
tasting mouths.  I brought my leg up and kicked the door
closed, and flipped over on top of him.  I pulled him up,
and we stood, wrapping each other up in our coats and arms.
He even brought his leg up and wrapped it around the back of
my knees.  I was pretty impressed, considering neither of us
were doing very well standing on our own.  I coaxed him into
my bedroom, not wanting to get interrupted by my roommate.
We have an agreement that neither of us would do anything in
the common areas of the apartment that we wouldn't want our
mothers to see.  When we got to the bedroom and closed the
door, we couldn't get undressed fast enough.  That explains
why our clothes are spread all over the room.  I remember
taking his hat off and slinging it across the room, trying
to hit my stand and missing.  We got down to our undies and
fell back onto the bed.  His body was so sweet, very tight
and smooth.  He didn't have any hair on his body, except for
jet black pubes and little tufts of hair under his arms.  He
was wearing tight, smiley face Joe Boxer boxer briefs,
covering what looked like a tight, round butt.  His chest
was well-defined, but not bulging by any means.  His arms
were cut nicely, and his abs were hard and ripped.  He had
those great bulges that ran from his side down and forward,
diving into his boxers, like arrows directing you to the
treasure.  His Joe Boxers were hiding a promising bulge,
very hard and lying to his left side, up toward the
waistband.  His legs were really muscled, almost out of
proportion to the rest of his tight, almost slight frame.
We wrapped up into each others arms and were grinding into
each other again, getting hot and bothered, feeling each
other up from head to toe.  He snaked his hands into the
back of my boxers and grabbed my ass, kneading my muscles
and pushing his fingertips into the hot flesh.  I had my
hands up by his face, running my fingers through his hair
and holding his gorgeous face right in front of me.

I guess I should tell you a little about me, because I
realized I haven't even told you my name yet.  I'm Micah, 21
year old junior in college.  I told you already that I play
the viola, a stringed instrument between the violin and the
cello.  You hold it like a violin, but it is a little bigger
and has the deepest, softest sound of any of the strings.
I'm from Chicago, Illinois.  I am gay and have been out
since I was about 16 years old.  I am 6'2", weigh about 170
pounds.  I have brown hair that is kinda long, but not
unruly.  Like I said, I work out regularly, so I have a
nice, sculpted body.  Nothing out of control, but well
defined.  Well, that's me.

Anyway, I was trying to remember what happened last night to
bring me to this point, lying in bed with Jordan, someone I
had not seen on campus before last night.  I remember going
crazy, making out with him on the bed, grinding into each
other and rubbing our hands all over our bodies.  He was
underneath me, and he brought his leg up and wrapped it
around me, then took me and flipped me over, coming down on
top of me.  He grabbed my boxers and ripped them down,
pushing them off of my legs and leaving me naked, splayed
out underneath him.  He stood up and seductively started
pushing his boxer briefs down, turning around and bending at
the waist, pushing them down to the floor and showing me his
tight, tanned ass.  He looked at me from between his legs
and winked.  He then stood back up and came back to the bed
with me.  He crawled up my legs, kissing them as he came up,
and stopped at the crotch.  He rubbed my stomach and chest,
breathing heavily on my dick and watching it throb
underneath his face.  He slowly pushed his tongue out of his
mouth and brought it down to the underside of my dick,
rubbing it lightly along the vein that runs the length of
me.  When he got to the head, he licked at the drop of
precum that had worked its way out and smacked his lips with
a "Mmm, Mmm" sound.  He sucked my dick into his mouth and
went all the way down to the base in one move.  His tongue
worked its way over the surface all the way down.  When he
bottomed out, my throbbing cock was lodged in the back of
his throat, and he started making swallowing motions with
his throat muscles.  He then came back up for air and went
all the way back down again.  He kept deep throating me,
going up and down all the way.  When he got to my tip, he
would tongue the opening, coaxing more precum out of the
end.  He kept at it for a few minutes, getting me really
close to blowing everything I had down his throat.  I
started moaning loudly and writhing under him, warning him
that I was about to blow.  He just pushed my chest back down
and kept going, sucking my cock like it was keeping his
heart beating.  I started thrusting up into his mouth,
trying to get as much of me into him as I could.  I felt
like he could have sucked my entire body through my dick, he
was working it so hard.  I grabbed his head and pushed it
down into my pubes, felt his nose grind into the base of my
cock, and let out a howl as my spunk shot out of my dick and
into his mouth.  The first two shots went directly down his
throat, but he pulled back a bit and got the other 5 shots
in his mouth.

As I came down from my high, he slowly pulled up off of my
dick and sucked the last few drops out of the tip of the
head.  He looked up to me and seductively began kissing my
balls, which were slowly relaxing after my orgasm.  He
reached down and pushed my legs up to my chest and kissed
his way down my scrotum, lightly licking at the base of my
dick.  He worked his way further south and started tonguing
my sensitive hole.  Now, if there is something that totally
gets me going, it is getting eaten out.  He went crazy,
licking my hole and working it loose.  Then he started
working my cum, that he kept in his mouth, into my hole,
slicking it up and getting me as hot as I have ever been.
Then he started working a finger into me, pushing lightly up
to his second knuckle, then twisting his finger around and
pushing on the walls of my chute.

He worked his way up my body and came down on top of me,
kissing me deeply, sharing the rest of my cum with me.  He
then sat up and presented me with his cock, which looked
delicious.  It was about 7" long and slender, with a big,
flared head.  I brought it into my mouth and licked the
head, sucking out a drop of his tasty home-made lube.  I
reached up and pulled his body into me, dragging my tongue
along the underside of his shaft.  He reached the back of my
throat and pushed steadily, breaking through and lodging in
my esophagus.  He pulled back out and thrust into me again,
letting me taste some more of him as I slicked up his pole.
He pulled out again and came down on top of me, kissing me
heavily and thrusting his tongue into my mouth.  I brought
my legs up to his back, pushing his body into mine.  He took
the hint and started thrusting into me hard, grinding into
me and bringing my cock back to life.  He sat up between my
legs and pushed my knees into my chest, exposing my slicked
up hole to his view.  He reached over to the nightstand and
grabbed the bottle of lube, and squirted a bit onto the tip
of his cock, letting it run down the sides.  He then let
some dribble out of the bottle onto my dick, and the
coldness of it shocked the hell out of me.  I cringed and
jumped slightly, a cold chill running through my body.  I
was so stimulated, my body kept trembling while he rubbed up
and down my sides.  He took his cock in his hand and rubbed
the lube into it, getting himself nice and slicked up.  I
drew my legs up and held onto my thighs, spreading my ass
cheeks open for him.  He leaned into me, putting the tip of
his cock at my entrance.  I relaxed my body and pushed out
against him.  He pushed steadily into me, and the flared
head of his cock popped into me.  I gasped and sucked in
some air, causing me to tense up and squeeze his dick with
my ass.  He looked at me with wide eyes and smiled, telling
me how great that felt.  I breathed deeply a couple of times
and relaxed, allowing him to push the rest of the way into
me.  He slowly pushed in, and I soon felt his pubes against
my balls.  I wrapped my legs around his back and brought him
down to me.  We kissed long and deep, with him lodged in my
ass all the way.  While we were kissing, he slowly started
to withdraw from my ass, leaving me with a slightly empty
feeling, until he started to thrust into me again.

"Jordan, that feels so good.  I can feel your head rubbing
against my prostate!  Give it to me again!!"  I raspily said
into his ear.

He took hold of my shoulders and started thrusting into me
harder than I have ever had before.  IT FELT FANTASTIC!  I
couldn't control myself and started moaning loudly and
rolling my head side to side, kissing his arms and breathing
deeply.  He started moaning with me, with each thrust of his
body into mine.  My dick had come back to life, and with the
help of the lube he shocked me with, was getting rubbed by
his abs with every thrust he made into me.  I wrapped my
arms around his shoulders and, with my legs around his back,
was practically hanging from him, connected by his dick and
my ass.  I started clinching my ass muscles with each
thrust, grabbing onto him and sending chills up my spine.
His moans started rising in pitch to an ear shattering
screech, and I could tell he was close.  His thrusting
became more urgent, until he was slamming into me with
everything his drunken body could bring.  Just as I could
feel his dick get bigger and his balls pulled up to his
dick, I shot my load all over my chest, sticking our bodies
together with my warm goo.  I then held still and I could
feel his dick spasming in my ass, covering the walls of my
tunnel with his hot spunk.  We both held that position for a
moment, with me completely off the bed, hanging from his
body.

We soon collapsed down onto the bed, and he pushed me over
onto my side, spooning up to my back and wrapping his arms
around me.

The next thing I remember is waking up in his arms, and
trying to figure out what the hell happened.  My dick is now
hard as a rock, both from my memories of last night and my
need to relieve myself of all the liquid I have consumed.
Jordan was out for the count, not moving at all.  I slowly
rolled over and worked my way out of his embrace, grabbed my
robe and went out to the bathroom.  When I came out, Bobby,
my roommate, was in the kitchen making some coffee.  He had
this huge grin on his face and asked me what the hell was
going on in my room.

"Why?", I asked.

"Micah, you were SO loud last night.  I wasn't sure if I
should check on you to make sure you were alright.  Who is
it anyway?"

"Thanks for your concern, Bobby.  Sorry if we disturbed you.
His name is Jordan; we met at some off campus party last
night."

"So, Micah, what have you got planned for today?  I was
thinking of going to the gym for some basketball - wanna
join me?"

"Yeah, that sounds great.  When Jordan gets up, I'll see
what he would like to do.  I should probably get to know him
a little bit.  All I know is that he is gorgeous and he can
dance really well."

"Ah, the life of a single man.  Not that I'm jealous or
anything, but it sounds like you had a good time.  I'm going
over to Laura's place for breakfast.  Ring me when you know
what you wanna do, kay?"

"Cool, Bobby.  Tell Laura I said hi."

I went back into the bedroom, and Jordan was slowly
beginning to come around.  I smiled down at him, while his
eyes opened slowly.  I could tell he was trying to replay
the events of last night, as I had done a few minutes ago.
I got down on the bed and gave him a glass of water and some
Tylenol, hoping his head wasn't hurting as badly as mine
was.

"Hi," he said groggily.

"Hey.  How do you feel?"

"Wonderful, Micah.  It felt so good to wake up in your arms.
You were unbelievable last night."

"That's what I understand.  It took me a while to get it all
back this morning.  My roommate told me how much fun we were
having."

Jordan's eyes got really big and he started giggling into
his glass of water.  He drew his legs up to his chest and
wrapped his arms around them, looking up at me with the
sweetest eyes I have ever seen.

I couldn't help myself - I crawled into the bed with him,
put his glass down, and grabbed him around his body.  He
stretched out underneath me and we began to kiss again, very
tenderly and soft.  We were both giggling like schoolgirls
and wrapping ourselves up in the comforter.

I stopped abruptly and sat up on my elbows, over his face.
"By the way, my full name is Micah Hastings.  What is
yours?"

"Jordan, Jordan Martin."

Now that we were formally introduced, we started making out
again, and stayed in bed all afternoon.

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indydrew78@yahoo.com.  I have some more chapters of this
story already written and will publish them if I get enough
feedback.