Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2003 17:44:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Andrew <indydrew78@yahoo.com>
Subject: Micah-3

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 previous
stories.  I hope this meets your expectations.

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Jordan and I slept well into the next day, not bothering to
get up for breakfast and barely making lunch in the
cafeteria.  We discussed our plans for the day.  I informed
him that I had my weekly basketball game in the gym - some
of my friends and I have an IM team put together and compete
in the campus league each week.  I told him also that I
needed to practice my viola this afternoon, as it had been
nearly 48 hours since I picked it up.  He told me that Matty
had a performance this afternoon, a dress rehearsal for the
upcoming play, which was scheduled to open this week.  He
wanted to go if he had time.  I invited him to play
basketball with us, but he declined.  He didn't really know
how to play and didn't want to embarrass himself.  So, we
made plans to contact each other in the afternoon, after my
game.  I gave him my cell number and programmed his in my
phone, and then we departed from the cafeteria with a quick
peck on the cheek and a goodbye.

I trekked my way back to the flat and got changed into my
workout clothes.  I grabbed a bag and put my equipment
inside and headed for the gym.  Joshua was there warming up,
and he perked up when I entered the arena.  We stretched
together and did a few laps around the court, getting loose
for our game.  He bombarded me with questions about Jordan,
and I patiently explained everything to him that had
happened to this point.

"I don't know how to handle this, buddy," Joshua said.

"What do you mean, buddy?" I replied, not sure where that
buddy came from.

"Well, I mean, this is your first serious relationship since
we went out.  I am used to having the monopoly on your time,
and now I gotta learn how to share."

"Aw, look at that sad look on your face.  There is plenty of
me to go around.  Anyway, you can't give me everything I
need."

"Micah, I can give you all that you need with plenty more
left over!"

"Yeah, I know you can give me that, but I'm talking about
reciprocity.  You just weren't able to give back to me
everything I gave to you when we were together.  Look, we've
been through this a thousand times.  Let's play some ball."

"Yeah, I know.  I just love to get you worked up and listen
to you preach about it."

"Asshole."

So, we played our game.  It went really well.  I was still
agitated about our conversation and took it out on the
court.  Joshua has always been able to play me like a
Stradivarius.  We won, which meant we were advancing into
the playoffs for the winter tournament.  Our team was pretty
happy, and we got cleaned up and headed to the bar for a few
celebratory drinks.  I called Jordan from the bar, and he
reminded me about the dress rehearsal for Matty's play.  We
made plans to get together for dinner, but I had to go
practice for a couple of hours.  I told Jordan I'd be in
rehearsal at the Performing Arts Center and that I'd meet
him at the cafeteria for dinner.

I left my buddies at the bar and headed across campus to the
center.  I retrieved my viola and case from a locker there,
and went into one of the sound-proof rehearsal rooms for
practice.  The rehearsal rooms were all arranged in rows
down three halls in the back of the building.  It allowed
all of the different players to practice in silence as
loudly as they wanted.  Each room had a piano, a couch and
table and a couple of chairs and music stands.  I never
understood why there was a couch in the practice rooms, but
there were many times that I used it to rest in between
performances or to relax and get my mind back on track to
play.

When I got to the building, I had the hardest time finding a
room.  It was packed!  Everyone had the same idea.  There
was really an incredible sound coming down the hallway.  All
of the muffled sounds from inside the rooms rolled down the
way, mixing with each other and producing a sweet, pillow of
sound.  The rooms were sound proof from inside, so you
couldn't hear the guy next door, but the noise did make its
way out the doors and into the hallway.  I finally found a
room and got settled into my mood.  I tuned the viola
against the piano, which was meticulously maintained by the
college.

I started with scales.  They aren't particularly interesting
or stimulating, but they are a great way to warm up your
fingers and tune your playing to get it to sound right.  I
started playing some Bach Sonatas and a piece by Dvorak.  I
also had some pieces a little lighter - some Broadway music
arranged for viola and some movie tunes.  I like to use
those to break up the practice a little bit.  I was playing
the theme from "Beauty and the Beast" when there was a knock
at the door.

"Um, Yeah?"

"Micah?  The door opened slightly and Jordan looked in the
door.  "Oh, Thank God it is you.  Can't you label these
rooms or something?  This is the seventh room I've knocked
on to find you."

"Oops.  Sorry `bout that.  It was really busy when I got
here, and it took me forever to find this one.  What are you
doing here?"

"Well, I thought I'd try to find you here to go to dinner,
instead of just meeting you in the caf‚.  You ready to go?"

"Geez, is it already that time?  I had no idea; time just
got away from me.  Let me get my things together."

As I was gathering my stuff and shoving my music in its
folder, Jordan came up to me from behind and wrapped his
cold hands around my face, shocking the hell out of me.  The
tender play of his fingers across my cheeks and down my neck
was very stimulating, and I stood where I was, not wanting
to interrupt him.  He grabbed my shoulders and spun me
around, staring deeply into my eyes.  He leaned in and
kissed me lightly on the lips, lingering in front of my face
for a few seconds.  His eyes were closed and he was
grinning.  I pulled him into me and kissed him deeply again,
pushing my tongue into his mouth and feeling his tongue
opposing mine.  He pushed against me lightly, and I fell
backward onto the couch.

He came crashing down onto me and momentarily pushed the air
out of my lungs.  I gasped and started coughing, struggling
under his weight as he lay on top of me.  He jumped up and
kneeled down next to me, making sure I was alright.  I was
fine, but it was neat to see the concern on his face as he
looked at me.  I turned my face and started kissing him
again, pulling him up on top of me.  I brought my knees up
and put him between them, on top of me.  We kissed for a
long time, running our hands over our bodies and lightly
writhing against each other.

We were on the couch for quite a while, kissing and rubbing
each other, both getting very heated and hungry for more.  I
glanced at the clock on the wall while Jordan was munching
on my neck and realized what time it was.  If we were going
to get to the dress rehearsal for Matty's play, we had to
get going.  I pulled Jordan off of me and pointed at the
clock on the wall, and he jumped up and started getting put
back together quickly.  I stuffed my instrument and stuff
into the lockers and we ran over to the theatre.  We got
there just in time for the lights to dim in the theatre.
The director came out on stage and explained that this was a
dress rehearsal for the play that opened next week.  He
thanked us for coming and wished us enjoyment during the
show.

The play was one written by a local playwright, a recent
graduate of the school.  This was the first production of
the play, but the cast was hoping to take it to the regional
theatre festival this spring.  Matty had the starring role
in the production, the owner of a small, Northeastern bed
and breakfast where the majority of the play took place.  To
be honest, it was not the most stimulating story ever
written.  It was interesting, and Jordan and I watched
intently through the first act, but at the intermission, we
were both debating on whether we should stay for the
duration or take off and get a bite to eat.  Jordan wanted
to go, but felt guilty about leaving, because Matty had
mentioned how excited he was that we were coming to the
rehearsal.  We went back in and took our seats as the second
act was beginning.  I noticed that a few of the people that
had been there during the first act were no longer there,
leaving only a few people left in audience.  We were sitting
in the middle of the theatre, but there was no one around
us, only a few up toward the front and two people sitting
alone in the very last row.

I reached over and grabbed Jordan's hand, and squeezed it
tightly.  He rested our hands on his thigh, and we sat like
that for a while.  I then started to lightly rub his thigh
with my hand, and he let me go to explore his leg further.
I worked my hand up his leg to his hip, and snaked it across
his crotch, feeling his excitement underneath his pants.
This encouraged me further, and I started to rub his
erection through the fabric protecting him from my advances.
I started to get excited myself, and had to reach over and
readjust myself, bringing it up to point north, in a more
comfortable position.  Jordan was starting to breath
heavily, and pushed up into my hand, increasing the pressure
of my touch.  I leaned over to him and breathed into his
ear, turning him on even further.  I whispered in his ear,
"Meet me up in the balcony", and quickly got up and grabbed
my coat.

I ran up into the balcony and was relieved to find no one up
there.  I sat towards the back and waited for Jordan to
arrive, which he did only moments after I got there.

"I didn't want to leave at the same time, so I waited a few
seconds before practically running up the aisle toward the
theatre door", he said.

"Glad you made it.  Come here."

He came over to me and sat on my lap, with his back toward
the stage.  We started kissing heavily and grinding into
each other, feeling each others cocks through our pants.
Jordan reached down and slipped my zipper open, freeing my
hard dick from the confines of his prison.  I pushed my hips
up, and he stood up and pulled my pants down to my ankles.
I did not put on any underwear after the game, and when
Jordan realized this, he got even more turned on.  He lunged
at my dick, grabbing it with his hand and taking it all the
way down his throat in one push.  I love it when he does
that.  He is one of the only people that can control his
throat that well.  No gag or anything!  His tongue was
lapping at the shaft, while my dickhead was lodged in his
throat.  I was thrusting up into his mouth while he was
massaging the whole length of it with his tongue.  When the
head was just in his mouth, his tongue would attack my
sensitive slit, driving me over the edge quickly.

I started moaning and quickly realized I had better shut up
or we would attract more attention than the play.  Jordan
stood up and dropped his pants, stepping out of them and
leaving them in a pile at my feet.  He climbed up on my lap,
with his feet on the arms of the seat.  His ass was spread
wide, and hovered just above my erect dick.  He spit into
his palm and spread it over his hole, working a finger into
his entrance to loosen it up.  I watched intently as he
worked himself into a frenzy, right above my lap.  He placed
his hands on the back of the seat, over my shoulders, and
started to lower himself onto me.  He grabbed my cock and
pointed it up, making contact with his hot hole.  He slowly
started to lower himself down, piercing his tight entrance
with the head of my cock.  The heat from his body stimulated
the head of my cock, heightening the sensations I was
feeling already.  He continued to lower himself onto me,
until I could feel his balls resting in my pubic hair.  I
couldn't believe that he had taken me all the way down,
straddling me like that.  It didn't look that comfortable to
me, because his knees were drawn up tight to his chest and
his feet were spread wide, on the arms of the chair.

He rose up and lowered again, massaging the insides of his
hot canal with my cock.  He started leaking precum from the
end of his cock, which was dripping down onto my abdomen. I
grabbed him and started to jack him lightly.  I looked up
into his eyes, which were closed tightly.  He had a slight
grimace on his face, emphasizing the discomfort he was
feeling while straddling me like he was.  I wrapped my arms
around his back and stood up, holding him to my chest while
I spun around and put him into the chair, all the while
staying lodged in his ass.  This was much more comfortable
to him, and it allowed me to fuck him with more intensity.
I wanted to drive into him as hard as I could muster, and he
responded by wrapping his legs around my back and pulling me
into him with more fervor.

His dick was leaking puddles of precum onto his belly,
lubricating the head while our abdomens rubbed together.  He
was arching up into me while I drove into him as hard as I
could.  My balls were slapping his ass with each thrust,
making a slight slurpy sound each time they made contact and
pulled away.  He was biting my shoulder as I was thrusting
into him, gagging his mouth to avoid making too much noise.
His biting was becoming more urgent, which turned me on even
more, bringing me to the edge with each thrust into his hot
body.

All too soon, his breathing quickened even more and his body
went rigid underneath me, followed by the splashing feeling
of his come between our bodies.  The spasms rocking his body
were sent to every muscle he had, especially his ass, which
was grabbing at my cock with each eruption from his dick.
This extra sensation sent me crazy, and soon after I shot
off into his ass, filling him with my come.  My thrusts
became less urgent, until I rested on top of him, still
lodged in his ass.  My cum was oozing out of him, around my
deflating cock, and running down his ass crack.

I pulled out of him and stood up, giggling as I looked at
him, splayed out in the chair, with a semi hard-on and a
puddle of cum on his belly.  His body was totally limp, his
head over on one shoulder and his eyes lightly shut.  His
breathing had returned to normal, and he looked incredibly
peaceful in that position.  He turned me on even more, and I
bent down and lightly kissed him on the cheek.  I then
realized that the theatre lights were coming up and the
director was on the stage again, thanking the audience for
coming to the performance and inviting them to come back to
the opening performance in two nights.  I grabbed my scarf
from my coat and wiped his belly and my cock off, prodding
him to wake up and get dressed before we were discovered.

We made it into the foyer of the theatre, just as Matty and
the rest of the cast were coming out from the dressing area
in the basement.  They were all pumped about the performance
they put on and were heading over to a friend's house for a
breakdown of the performance and to celebrate.  Matty
invited us to come along, but we declined and decided to get
a bite to eat, as we missed dinner coming to the play.

After dinner we went to my flat and met Bobby there.  We
watched the Sopranos on T.V. and then retired to my room for
bed.  I was exhausted from the day and as soon as my head
hit the pillow I was out.  I woke up a bit later and found
Jordan in front of me, spooned into me as tightly as was
possible.  I wrapped my arm around him, kissed his neck and
fell back into a peaceful sleep, not to wake until the next
morning.

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What did you think?  Please let me know at
indydrew78@yahoo.com.  I have some more chapters of this
story already written and will publish them if I get enough
feedback.