Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2002 20:14:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Andrew Thayer <indydrew78@yahoo.com>
Subject: Movie Night

Hi!  My name's Drew.  I just graduated from college this
spring and started Medical School this fall.  I wanted to
write this down and share with people, as it was a lot of
fun.  It is totally true.  If the participants read this and
recognize anything, get a hold of me.  I'd love to catch up.

Well, by the time I became a senior in college, I was
getting pretty uptight about my social life and impending
sexuality.  I have known for quite some time that I was
probably gay, but I didn't want to deal with it.  I just
pushed it down further into my consciousness and tried to
cover it up with as much bravado as I could muster.

In high school, my best friend and I discovered at an early
age how much fun we could have together.  We screwed all the
time.  The kicker was, he was my minister's son.  That gave
us a lot of freedom to be together and do what we wanted
without people asking too many questions.  However, when I
got to college, I didn't know anyone, and I didn't want to
reveal that part of myself until I knew people better.
Eventually, it became easier to hide all of those feelings
and not deal with them, than it was to be honest with
myself.  My school was conservative enough - a small,
private college in Southern Indiana.  But, all of my friends
joined a fraternity, so I did also.  That is not the best
environment to come to terms with one's own homosexuality
and expect a lot of support from your surroundings.  So, I
did all the right things - dated and slept with girls, made
fag jokes, and generally buried my own feelings under pounds
of testosterone and conservatism.

But, by my senior year, I was really starting to have a lot
of trouble.  I was looking at guys all the time!  I even had
a crush on this guy in my fraternity - he was gorgeous!
But, alas, he was not attainable.  However, this brought a
lot of turmoil to my mind, and caused me to lose a lot of my
concentration on school and work.  One of my best friends at
Sigma Chi, my Fraternity, and I started having movie night
on Wednesday nights.  Thursdays on campus were light days
for everyone except Science majors, as most of our labs were
scheduled for Thursday.  That meant that Wednesday was a
party night on campus, and most of the houses had a pretty
good party each night.  Eric and I didn't feel like partying
all night in the middle of the week, and besides, I had labs
the next day.  So, we started watching movies each week.
We'd rent a couple of movies, get some pizza and beers and
generally have fun and a nice night off.  (This sounds
pretty tame, but it was a welcomed relief each week and it
became something I looked forward to.)  My girlfriend would
usually come over and so would his.  It all started out very
innocently.

 My room in the house was one of the best, because I was a
senior.  My roommate Mark was also a senior and majoring in
history, in anticipation of going to law school.  We got
along great, but he would usually go over to his fiances
house on Wednesday night and spend the night, especially
when Eric and I started having our movie night.  I had
discovered soon after the year started that my roommate had
a porno stashed in his bookcase among some other video
tapes.  It was straight porn, but it was still arousing and
usually did its job when you needed it.  I was always
careful to put the tape back in the same spot and make sure
I rewound it to the same point as when I started using it,
so as not to arouse suspicion.  Thinking back, it was pretty
foolish, as I was using it for the same reasons he had it,
I'm sure.  Anyway, I mentioned it to Eric one night that I
found this tape of Mark's.  He was pretty interested in it,
as neither of us had a lot of experience with porno movies.

One Wednesday, after we watched a couple of movies and had
drunk a few beers, we walked our girlfriends home and met
back in my room.  We were drinking another beer and just
shooting the shit when he brought up the porn.  He wondered
out loud what it was like and if it was "good to watch".  I
told him it was pretty good, with lots of action and good
looking people in it.  He got all excited and nervous, and
suggested that we take a look at it.  I was feeling little
pain after the number of drinks I had that night, so I said,
"What the hell!" and put in the tape.  It started at the
beginning and was your usual porn fare.  The first scene was
around a pool, with the pool boy screwing the lonely
housewife, who happens to be sunbathing without a top by the
pool as he cleans it.  The tits totally did nothing for me,
but the pool boy was cute and had a great ass, as it pounded
his dick into the woman's pussy.  I was getting pretty
aroused by the film, and kept readjusting myself in the seat
and subtly moving my hardening rod into a more comfortable
position.  I glanced over at Eric, and I could tell he was
having a similar problem.  I was getting more interested in
the events taking place next to me on the couch than in the
movie in front of us, but I kept it as cool as I could.  I
was trying to figure out a way to bring up letting our cocks
free and maybe, at least, engaging in some mutual
masturbation.  I was struggling with this when Eric piped up
and said,

"Gosh, I feel like masturbating."

My jaw dropped and I looked at him stunned as hell.  I guess
the direct approach does work the best.  Underneath, I was
jumping up and down, excited at the prospects of having my
first gay sexual encounter in a long time.

I said, "Sure.  I could use some relief."

Eric went to the bathroom and got each of us a few paper
towels and came back into the room, turning off the lights
as he closed and locked the door.  He handed me the paper
towels and sat down at the other end of the couch.  I
started obviously rubbing my hard-on through the shorts I
had on, trying to figure out how to start things up.  He
stood up and pulled his pants down and off, sitting back
down on the couch with just his t-shirt on.  I followed his
cue and we were soon both staring at the T.V. stroking our
erections, sitting next to each other.  I kept glancing over
at him, watching his manipulations, but being careful not to
get caught staring.  As far as I could tell, he never looked
at me any more than to see what I was doing, paying a great
deal of attention to the T.V. and the action in the movie.

This lasted for a while, me stealing glances at Eric jacking
off, as he stared at the porno in the T.V. in front of us.
I really wanted to go further, to feel the silky hardness of
his erection, which, at about 7" of cut dick, wasn't
anything to be ashamed of.  But I dared not push it, afraid
that my secret would get out and I'd face a fraternity full
of people pissed that they are living with a fag.  He was
stroking his cock, alternating between slowly pulling up and
down on the shaft and massaging the head to full out jacking
it like a madman, his hand a blur of movement on the shaft.
His left hand was massaging his balls and the area of his
crotch between his balls and his hole.  His legs were
stretched out in front of him and his toes were curled,
looking very tense.  He was actually quite a sight sitting
there.  His tight chest and belly (by this time, he had
taken his shirt off), with very little hair on them, were
glistening lightly with sweat.  His light brown hair was
pulled back and under his hat he was wearing backwards.  His
light blue eyes were shining in the  glow of the T.V.

I was getting incredibly turned on by this show, and I was
paying little attention to the T.V.  I was jacking on my
cock, matching him stroke for stroke.  He either did not
notice my staring at him or didn't seem to care.  Either
way, he didn't acknowledge it until he was getting close to
cumming.  His breathing quickened and his muscles tensed up;
he was stroking very fast and started lightly moaning.  He
turned his head to me and looked me right in the eyes, then
sprayed his chest and belly with cum.  Seeing him get off
pushed me over the edge, and I sprayed myself, from my chin
to my belly button.  We both sat there for a few minutes
coming down from our high, basking in our post-orgasmic
bliss.

He reached for the table and grabbed some of the paper
towels he brought into the room earlier, and wiped up the
mess he made on his chest.  I couldn't help but stare more.
Every move he made was a sexy as hell, and I wanted to help
him clean up, but I didn't say or do anything, just kept
looking at him.  I eventually cleaned myself up and got
dressed again, sitting back on the couch and stopping the
tape, making sure it was rewound to the spot it was earlier.
We both sat there in silence for a few minutes, not sure
what to say or do.  Eventually, he stood up and made his way
to the door, turned and said,

"Same time, same place, next week?  We could do a Die Hard
marathon."

"Sure, Eric.  Sounds great."  I slurred through my half-
drunken/half-horny stupor.

Our weekly movie nights continued in the same fashion, with
the same outcome, for a few weeks.  Nothing was ever really
said about it, but we both looked forward to it each week,
and when our girlfriends would leave, the movie would come
out and our shorts would drop to the floor.  Lines were
never crossed; we never engaged in anything more than
masturbation while sitting next to each other on the couch.
I continued to stare at him, and he continued to concentrate
on the movie.  We eventually got bored with the movie of
Mark's, so we started renting them when we got our other
movies, making sure that our "Special Movie" was hidden.

On Eric's 21st birthday, we all went out to the bar in town
(it was a small, Southern Indiana town, so there was only
one bar) and got smashed.  My brothers and I got Eric
completely wasted, and he was a mess as we rode back home in
the back of our sober friends SUV.  I helped him into my
room, and I noticed that Mark was not there.  He must have
stayed at his woman's house.  I put Eric down on the couch,
and took off his shoes.  I put his legs up on the couch and
laid him flat on his back.  We all slept in a cold room in
the attic, and his room was on the second floor, so mine was
the easiest to get to.  I was getting ready to go to bed,
when my drunkenness started playing tricks with my mind.  I
looked over at Eric, quietly lying there, breathing
regularly and deeply.  His bulge was showing really well in
his jeans, and it became almost irresistible.  I had taken
off my shirt and shoes, and I walked over to him on the
couch and looked down at him.  I said his name a few times
and he didn't reply.  I shook his shoulder to arouse him,
and again there was no response.  I lightly drew my finger
from his shoulder down his chest to his belly, brushing
across his pecs and abs to his belt.  I went further down
and drew the outline of his cock on his jeans with my
finger.  He did not respond, so I massaged his dick through
his jeans, feeling the softness through the material.  I
noticed that his dick started to stir, getting stiffer with
my attention.  I kept this up until he was fully hard, the
head of his cock sticking out of his waistband.

I was trying to decide if I should go further or leave it at
is was, and go to the bathroom to jack-off before I retired
to bed.  My beer-induced poor judgment won out, and I reach
up with my other hand to undo his belt, button and drag his
zipper open.  I reached into the fly of his open jeans and
found his cock, covered by the thin material of his striped
boxers.  I brought his dick out, through the fly of his
boxers, and lightly manipulated it with my left hand, slowly
stroking it up and down, my eyes shifting between his dick
and his face, making sure he was still asleep.

I put his hard dick back in his boxers and pulled both his
pants and boxers down a bit, so I could get better access to
the good stuff.  It was hard to get the pants over his butt,
as he was out for the count and didn't offer any assistance.
Once they were down to his knees, I reached back up and
started where I left off.  I was stroking him lightly,
squeezing the head on the upstroke.  I noticed that we
starting to make a little pre-cum, and it accumulated in the
piss-slit and around the head.  I couldn't resist.  I leaned
in and licked the pool of fluid off the tip if his cock.
Wow!  It was like it was three shots of alcohol at once.  My
head spun and I got all light headed.  I swallowed what I
collected, and went in for some more.  I took the head of
his cock into my mouth and licked around the head,
tightening my lips around the ridge below it, and twisting
and licking all over.  As I got warmed up, I started going
lower, taking more of his length into my mouth,  I soon got
all the way down, my nose nestled in his pubes and my chin
rubbing his balls.  It felt so good - I hadn't done that in
years!  I was really getting into it, bobbing up and down on
his shaft, spit running down his shaft and collecting around
his balls.  I completely closed out all of my surroundings
and concentrated on all of the sights, sounds, smells,
tastes and felling I was getting and making with Eric's
dick.

All that changed, though, when I heard him moan.  He let out
a little, satisfied moan, but didn't move at all.  I stopped
for a moment, looking at his face to see if there were any
changes, but I didn't see any.  I slowly reached back over
to his cock, which twitched when I touched it.  I stroked it
for a few minutes, convincing myself he was asleep.  His
dick was getting harder, so I thought he may be getting
close to cumming.  I leaned back over and wrapped my lips
around his head again, stroking the shaft and sucking
heavily on the tip of his cock.  I dropped my head all the
way down, engulfing the entire length of him into my mouth,
and all of a sudden, his hands went to either side of my
head and pushed me further down, as he thrust his hips up,
driving his cock as far into my throat as it would go.  He
then held still and blasted his thick cream into the back of
my throat, spraying my mouth with 6-7 globs of salty nectar.
I swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste any of his gift.

After he settled back down and let go of my head, he was
evidently back asleep, as he didn't stir.  I let his dick
plop out of my mouth and cleaned any residue off of it,
before pulling his pants and boxers back up and putting him
all back together.  When I stood up I was still hard as a
rock, and I was not sure what to do.  I sat down in the
chair in our room, watching Eric sleep soundly, and jacked
off, tasting the left over semen in my mouth.  My orgasm was
one of the biggest I had ever had.  I cleaned up and went to
bed, leaving Eric to sleep it off on my couch,

The next morning, I got up to get ready for Chemistry lab,
and found that Eric was up and out of my room.  I didn't see
him that morning at breakfast, but when I came home for
lunch, he was in the living room of the house, watching T.V.
He saw me and walked back into my room with me, while I got
my stuff put away and changed for a basketball game.  He
couldn't stop talking about how much fun he had last night
at the bar.  He said he didn't even remember the ride home,
let alone where he slept or how he got there.  When he woke
up this morning, he got up and left, not wanting to cause me
any trouble by being in my room while I was getting ready
for class.

Our Wednesday Movie Nights kept up just as they had
previously, although they changed a little.  The next week,
while we were jacking off on the couch, Eric reached over
and grabbed my cock, stroking it for me with one hand while
he stroked his with the other.  I was shocked as hell, and
it took me a second for all of tit to register.  Then, I
quickly reached over and moved his hand out of the way and
took over, and we brought each other to orgasm that night on
the couch.  From then on, that's how it went.  We'd jack
each other off watching our straight porn.  There were a few
other nights that we'd partied it up pretty well and ended
up crashing in my room, and I'd suck him off while he
"slept" on the couch.  It was a great time for me, and I
really felt like I had the best of both worlds - a straight
life without all of the drama of being gay in a small
school, with regular sex with one of my sexy fraternity
brothers.