Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2003 12:21:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Andrew Thayer <indydrew78@yahoo.com>
Subject: Micah - 2

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.

Thanks for all of the great comments from the first story.
I hope this meets your expectations.

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Jordan and I stayed in bed all afternoon, but we just
cuddled and talked, getting to know each other.  We really
had this bond, almost indescribable, that caused us to
instantly connect on so many different levels.  We really
shared a lot of our lives with each other that afternoon,
and I felt like he was someone that I better take care of
and hold tight forever.

Jordan told me all about himself.  I learned that he was
from Indianapolis, Indiana.  His father was a successful
doctor at the medical center there and his mother was a
socialite, volunteering for various civic clubs and
charities.  He has two siblings, a younger brother and an
older sister.  He is also a junior here, studying theatre
and dance.  That explained his beautiful legs and dexterity
last night!  He wants to go to New York after graduation and
try to make it on Broadway.  He has been out for a few
years, going through all of the things that we go through
when we come to such a realization.  His family was
incredibly supportive, offering whatever he felt he needed
to accept it and feel good about himself.  He told me he
also spent a few years on the couch of a doctor, and that he
helped Jordan deal with a lot of the stuff in his mind.  He
was not athletic at all in school, preferring to take part
in all of the school productions and also participating in
some community theatre.  He had been a dancer since he was
10, starting in ballet and learning classical dance later.
He told me about all of the theatres in Indianapolis and the
things they produced, and I was really impressed.  He told
me he was in a couple of "gay plays", and that was where he
began to develop a love of theatre.

We eventually decided we had better get out of bed and join
the living.  We got showered and put on some casual clothes,
and I made dinner.  I enjoy cooking a lot, and I think I am
pretty good.  At least Jordan was impressed with my skills.
I made some vegetarian pasta and a salad, while we shared a
bottle of wine.  I have been a vegetarian for a few years.
My parents are veggies, but they let me decide if I wanted
to or not.  After dinner, we decided to get dressed and go
out for a little bit.  We went to his dorm room and he got
some new clothes, and we went to the campus movie that
night.  They were playing "Ocean's Eleven", not the new one,
but the original with Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis, Jr., and
Dean Martin.  I saw the new one with Brad Pitt and Matt
Damon, but this one was really good, too.  After the movie,
I called Joshua and asked him if he knew of anything going
on, but he was of little help.  It seems he was nursing a
pretty bad hangover and didn't feel like going out.

We walked around campus for a little bit, practically
hanging on each other, arm in arm, and enjoying the crisp
night and campus scenery.  We decided to grab a cab and go
into town, to see if the bars were very exciting.  We got to
Halstead Street and went into Roscoe's, and the usually
suspects were out and about.  The music was really good, and
we spent a couple of hours dancing on the floor, crammed
with people.  We had a couple of drinks, but nothing too
heavy.  I wanted to remember everything about tonite and not
spend all of tomorrow trying to recall it.  We left Roscoe's
and went across the street to Sidetracks.  It is one of my
favorite bars - it is like a video bar that shows music
videos and clips from classic movies and T.V. shows.  It is
always fun and puts me in a great mood while I'm there.
After having a couple more drinks and talking to some people
I knew, we decided to leave for home.

We grabbed a cab right out front of the bar and told him
where to go.  We sank down into the back seat and were
talking quietly, wrapped in each other's arms.  He leaned in
to me and kissed me lightly on the lips.  I glanced at the
rear-view mirror to see if the driver was paying attention
to us, but he was looking out front at the traffic ahead of
us.  I kissed him back, this time making it a little
heavier.  He pushed his tongue through his lips and ran it
over my front teeth, while I sucked it further into my
mouth.  I opened my jaw and brought his tongue all the way
in, biting on it lightly and pulling on it.  We sword-fought
each other, getting deeper and deeper into our make-out
session.  I brought my hands up into his coat and ran them
over his torso, tweaking his nipple and running them down
his side.  I rested my hand on his left hip, and he turned a
little more toward me.  He wrapped his arms around me and
pulled me closer, and I walked my hands over his hip and
grabbed his left cheek, grabbing it heavily and kneading the
tight muscle.  He started moaning lightly and kissing me
deeper, lightly pushing his lower body into mine.  I brought
my hand back around his hip and rubbed his crotch, feeling
his hardness through his pants.  My fingers played over the
front of his pants, feeling the outline of his dick as it
lay across his thigh.  I found the top of his zipper and
lightly tugged on it, feeling it give as each spline broke
free.  I worked it down to the bottom of the opening and
brought my hand back up, snaking my fingers into his fly,
slowly working it open.

I got all the way into his pants and put my hand over the
top of his underwear, pulling them down and exposing his
flesh to my fingers.  He sucked in a large breath of air,
hissing through his teeth, and gasped audibly as I began
massaging his erection. I glanced up front at the driver,
but he was listening to the Bulls on the radio and paying
little attention to what was going on in his back seat.  I
was able to completely free him from the confines of his
pants, bring the head and shaft of his dick out into the
cool night air.  I stroked him slowly and steadily, running
my fingers together on the upstroke, giving him more
sensation around the head.  We continued to kiss deeply, his
hands running all over my back, grabbing my arm occasionally
and squeezing my bicep, clueing me in as to how good my
attention felt.

He was leaking precum all over the end of his dick,
lubricating my strokes and causing slight squishing sounds
to emanate from his lap.  I started stoking faster, noticing
that we were nearing our destination, and his breathing
became more labored and quicker, signaling the rise of his
orgasm.  Just when I felt he was about to shoot all over us,
I pulled my body back and leaned down, taking the head of
his cock into my warm mouth, stroking his shaft and licking
the head with my tongue.  That pushed him over the edge and
he exploded in my mouth, bathing my teeth with his warm
spunk.  He shot 6 - 7 times, but I was able to hold it all
in, as he was calming down and easing back into the seat of
the cab.  I sat up and grinned widely, swallowing his savory
fluid.  His face was flushed and his eyes were wide, but he
gave me the sweetest look, almost like he was caught with
his hand in the cookie jar.  I zipped him back up and
straightened his clothes, just as we were pulling into
campus.

I paid the cabby and gave him a generous tip; then we walked
into the dorm and ascended the stairs to his room.
Apparently, his roommate was out for the night, so we took
off our coats and got comfortable on his bed.  He was still
a little flushed from our cab ride, so he was pretty quiet,
and I just sat next to him, absorbing his warmth and
relishing our contact.

We apparently fell asleep, because I woke up a little while
later on his bed, still in my clothes, with him next to me
in the same condition.  I shook him lightly and woke him up.
As he was coming to, I asked him what he would like to do.
Groggily, he suggested that we get undressed and go to bed.
I took off my clothes and arranged them neatly on his desk
chair, and as I turned around, he was fast asleep on the
bed, still fully clothed.  I went to him and pulled his
shoes and socks off, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his
pants.  He was so cute!  He curled up in the bed on his side
facing the wall, smacked his tongue a couple of times then
settled into a deep sleep.  I crawled into the bed next to
him (I didn't have a lot of choice, as his bed was a
standard dorm room single.).  I wrapped my arm around his
body and spooned in behind him, intertwining our feet to
keep them warm.  I fell into a calm slumber, breathing
slowly and deeply with him at my side.

I again awoke a little while later, most likely from the
strange surroundings and the tight bed, but also from the
throbbing erection I had, nestled into his back.  I had to
get up and pee, but I didn't want to disturb him, so I
remained still, but brought my hand down to his hip and
rubbed it lightly.  It was then that I noticed he was hard
as well, the head of his dick pushing up his underwear at
his hip bone.  I ran my hand down the front of his
underwear, feeling the outline of him, and lightly massaging
his balls, bunched up at the base of his erection.  He
started moaning quietly, apparently still asleep in a dream-
like state, and lightly thrust his hips forward, urging me
to continue my massage.  He then awoke with a gasp and
looked around, as if unaware of his surroundings, then
calmed down when he saw me next to him.  He got a smirk on
his face and asked me what I was up to.

"Look what I found," grabbing the shaft of his dick through
his underwear and squeezing kinda hard.  He groaned and
turned onto his back, allowing me better access to his lap.

"Well, what do you think we should do about that?" he asked.

"I have a few ideas.  I could do this." as I pulled the top
of his underwear up to expose the head.  He lifted his butt
off the bed and allowed me to pull them the rest of the way
off.

"I could also do this." stroking the shaft with my right
hand, running it up the entire length of his dick and
squeezing out a large drop of clear lube.

"Or, I could do this.", as I leaned down and sucked the drop
into my mouth and clamped my lips around his flared-out,
deep red head.  I continued to stroke his shaft, then as I
worked more of his length into my mouth, my hands went down
to the base and grabbed onto his balls, massaging them
lightly and rolling them in my hand like stress balls.  He
moaned again, and he thrust his hips up as I went down,
driving his shaft further into my mouth until his pubic hair
was rubbing against my cheek.  He withdrew, then thrust up
again, as I dropped my head back down into his lap,
eliciting more moans as I hit bottom.

I moved to the foot of the bed and straddled his legs,
holding him by the hips and diving back into his lap,
sucking his dick into my mouth and deep-throating him in one
motion.  I continued sucking his dick, running my tongue
along the underside and tickling the sensitive head with it
as I came up.  He was grinding his butt into the bed,
shifting his hips back and forth and squirming underneath my
weight.  I reached down and grabbed his legs from the back
and lifted, bringing his knees to his chest, and exposing
the underside of his scrotum and the little line that runs
from his ball sac to his hole.  He rested his feet on my
shoulders as I went back down onto him, licking his tender
nuts and running my tongue around the base of his cock.  I
noticed that he was smooth down there, obviously having
recently shaved away the hairs on his scrotum and butt hole.
I worked my way down further and reached his opening,
lightly flicking it with my tongue and watching it flex and
spasm from the attention.  I went back at it, lapping
heavily at his crack, feeling him loosen up underneath me.
Having adequately lubricated his hole, I came back up and
started sucking his cock again, and brought my hand down to
his ass cheeks and massaged them for a moment, working
closer and closer to the center.  My forefinger grazed
across his hole, feeling the tender skin covering the
muscle.  I pushed slightly at the opening and he opened up,
accepting the intrusion to the innermost parts of his body.

I worked my finger into the hole, pushing up to the second
knuckle and held it there for a second, feeling the warmth
of the passage and the softness of its walls.  I continued
to suck on his cock, however, and could feel it harden and
release more of his sweet fluid.  He obviously wanted more,
though, as he pushed down against my finger and pulled the
rest of it into his body.  I took the hint and started to
slowly withdraw my finger, bringing it almost all the way
out, before putting my middle finger up next to it and
pushing them both in all the way.  He moaned loudly and
screamed "Oh my God", bringing his hands up and covering his
face, running his fingers through his hair and over his
forehead.  I looked up at him and he lifted his head from
the pillow.  With a pleading look in his eyes, he whispered
"Fuck me, Micah.  I want to feel you deep inside of me."

He reached over the side of the bed and brought a small
bottle of lube up, warming it in his palm before handing it
to me.  I took it and squeezed a small amount onto my
withdrawn fingers, replacing them in his loosened hole to
ease my entry.  I brought my hand back up and squeezed a bit
more of the smooth liquid onto the palm of my hand and
massaged it into my hardened dick, paying special attention
to the head and covering the whole shaft with the shiny
substance.  He pulled his legs up to his chest harder,
completely opening his ass for me, while I worked my way up
to him, positioning the head of my dick at his entrance.  I
could feel his muscles relaxing and contracting his ass,
almost coaxing me to enter into him.  I put slight pressure
on his entrance and he relaxed completely, accepting me into
him all the way in one motion.  After I had traveled the
seven inches it took for my pubic hair to meet his balls, he
wrapped his legs around my back and pulled his body tighter
into me, before relaxing and letting his butt fall back to
the bed.  He repeated this motion, fucking up into me, while
I remained motionless, allowing him to work my dick in and
out of his hole.

He was incoherent in his speech, spewing syllables and
letters out, never able to finish even one word.  I got
tickled listening to him babble on and started to giggle,
which brought him out of his trance.  He looked up to me
with a surprised look on his face and said "What?"

"It's nothing, sweetie.  You are just so cute when you are
lost like that."  He grinned at me, and slowed down his
thrusting, allowing me to move a little bit and push into
him some.  I flopped down onto my side, pushing his legs
away from me a little, but never pulling all of the way out
of him.  He rolled onto his side, facing away from me, and
we spooned again, very similar to the way we fell asleep,
only now I had my dick lodged all the way up his ass, and we
were not near ready to fall asleep.  I wrapped my arms
around his chest and brought my face up to the nape of his
neck, nibbling on the skin under his ear and licking from
his shoulder to his jaw bone.  I started to thrust into him
a little more urgently, pushing him closer to the wall.  He
brought his knee up and put his arm out to push back against
me.  I rose up slightly off the bed, on my left elbow,
putting my right arm around him and grabbing his dick,
giving it a few urgent strokes.  He rolled over further, now
face down into the bed, bringing me over on top of him.  I
put my knees on either side of his thighs, while he
stretched out underneath me.  I was able to thrust into him
from on top, almost doing push ups over his back, while he
thrust back up into me, bending at his back and pulling his
lower body off the bed.  I reached back down under him when
he came off the bed and grabbed his dick again, and he
fucked himself into my hand while I pushed into him from
above.

We were really into it, relishing the feelings that we were
giving each other.  We were getting very close to orgasm,
and I wanted to make sure we went at the same time (I think
sex is much better when that happens.).  I was stroking the
walls of his ass and his hard dick at the same time, and I
could tell it would not be very long at all before he was
ready to blow.  I was getting close also, and I could feel
the tingling in my balls becoming more urgent.  Just as I
was about to have one of the biggest orgasms of my life -
BANG!  The door flew open and his roommate lunged into the
room with a thud.  There was no way I was able to stop, and
I don't think Jordan wanted to either, so we kept going and
very soon after I could feel
his dick spasm underneath him, spewing his seed into the
bed.  The spasms that his body was conducting from the base
of his dick up to his ass sent shivers down my spine, and I
blew my spunk into his ass, convulsing on top of him while
my mouth was buried in his shoulder.

We didn't have a lot of time to relish the feelings, though,
because his roommate was propped against the desk on the
other side of the room, applauding and whooping like he just
saw the Chicago Bears score the winning touchdown.  I
collapsed on top of him, pulling the blanket up over our
bodies and hiding my face in his back.  He turned his head
and looked at his roommate, sighed and said, "Matty, this is
Micah.  Micah, Matty."

Well, I guess that was the best thing he could have said.  I
looked up at Matty and smiled a rather embarrassed smile,
saying,"Hi."

He laughed at us and said hi back, then apologized for the
intrusion.  It was obvious he was a little drunk, because he
was still propped against the desk and his eyes were a
little blurry looking.  I rolled over, off of Jordan, toward
the wall, and got in behind him, almost using him as a
shield against our audience.  Jordan rolled onto his side
also, facing away from me, and propped onto his elbow.

They spoke for a minute or two about where Matty had been
and where Jordan had been the past two days.  He explained
how we met at that party last night and spent the day
together.  Matty eventually excused himself and went to the
bathroom, which allowed us some time to collect ourselves
and at least put on our underwear.

I was still kind of startled from Matty's entrance and
amazed at how casual both he and Jordan were about the
situation.  Jordan explained that Matty was also gay and in
the theatre department, and that this was not the first time
one of them had entered the room at a bad time.  I told them
they should come up with an alert system of some kind.
Hadn't they every heard of the old tie on the doorknob
routine?  We discussed how we should spend the rest of the
night, if we should go to my place or something.

"Nah, Matty is fine.  The room is big enough and he does not
snore too loud.  As long as you are o.k. with staying, I
really don't want to get dressed and trek out into the cold
night again," said Jordan.

"Yeah, it's fine with me.  You guys seem to have a pretty
good relationship."

"We are great roommates.  We have been since we were
freshmen.  We were on the same floor, and both of us had
meathead football players for roommates.  We really didn't
care for them much, and they certainly didn't want to room
with "fairies" as they put it, so we swapped."

"Have you ever slept together," I asked.

He grinned.  "Yes, we fucked like bunnies our freshman year.
We were like a married couple.  We couldn't get enough sex
and since we were always together, it worked out great.  We
didn't really "date" though, and have never been
"boyfriends" per se, but we were screwing each other silly.
Eventually, though, I wanted more and he didn't, so we went
through this ugly period where we didn't talk or anything.
But, that is way behind us now.  We are great friends."

"Sounds great.  Kinda like me and Joshua.  Although we dated
for a while, but discovered we were much better "friends"
than "boyfriends".  We've been pretty inseparable since."

About that time, Matty came back into the room and
undressed, going to bed naked.

"You sleep like that all the time, or is that just for my
benefit?" I asked.

"Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart," he said grinning.  "I
sleep like this all the time.  Just ask Jordan."

I looked into Jordan's eyes, and he grinned.  "I told you we
used to fuck like bunnies.  How could I resist when he is
flopping around like that all the time."

He was built pretty well.  His body was incredibly thin and
lithe, with no hair anywhere.  His dick was huge, even soft,
hanging down over his droopy scrotum, which held what
appeared to be a pretty impressive package.

"Well, I'd love to keep this up all night, boys.  But I need
my beauty sleep.  I have practice tomorrow, and I need to be
fabulous!"

Jordan and I both giggled at Matty's dramatics.  We turned
off the lights and settled into our slumber.  I slept the
sleep of the dead, warm and snuggled up to my new baby, with
dreams of what could become.

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