Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 15:27:03 EDT
From: WhtWindWIf@aol.com
Subject: Relationships & Memories (Part 7)

RELATIONSHIPS & MEMORIES (Part 7)

	My gods, another chapter (All ready?  Well yeah, free time allows
me to get chapters finished and get a smaller paycheck from work.  Joy.)
So this is the big night- Marcus's party- ain't we having fun now?
	If you're under 21 or reading stories of a homosexual nature isn't
legal in your area- you're out of luck. If you are offended by such
stories- hit the road Jack and don't you come back.  Now we will continue
where we left off.


	Anticipation was in the night.  Nervousness grasped on to every
nerve in my body.  The hour had come and it was time for me to face what
the night had in store for me.  Little did I expect what was to occur.

I stepped out of my apartment, and something told me to go back inside and
not go.

Could this be my fear talking?  Perhaps it was a warning, or a threat.  I
knew that nothing could detour me from going to the party.  I will see
Marcus tonight, I will make it to the party, and I will have a good time.

I was mere feet away from my car when my shirt was suddenly grabbed by the
collar and I was thrown back.  I feel backwards landing hard and I hadn't
even realized what had happened.

There was no time to assess the situation as I felt my stomach jerk.  A
fist had come in contact with my body.  I looked up as I lay on the black
asphalt of the road.  There's a face looking down on me, I can't make out
the features and not I'm sure of who I was staring at.

"I told you I was going to kill you, you faggot," the attacker spoke.  I
knew whom I was staring at.  Billy Corban.  He's a notorious gay basher of
my college.  I can't say that I'm surprised he attacked me, only surprised
that it happened so suddenly.  I look off to my side to see a foot heading
towards me.  I grab it by the ankle and twist it making little Billy hit
the ground.  "You're going pay for that, freak."  Apparently, his favorite
method of hate is the use of his taunts.  Fortunately, they have no effect
on me.  I decided not to respond to the comment and I should get to my car.
Although I do have sufficient fighting skills I would rather be a pacifist
considering he weighs 50 pounds more than I do.  As I pulled the keys out
from my pocket I could hear rapidly approaching footsteps and I was denying
who it was.  I turned around to try and prevent him ramming into me and I
received a blow across my face.  My head snapped to one side and I lost my
balance.  Once I straightened my view I saw Billy fly backwards behind me.
As my senses were beginning returned to me I saw Steven in front of me.  He
helped me get up and proceeded the slide kick Billy preventing another
punch.  I almost expected Billy to shout, "I'll be back!" staying
consistent with his cliched comments.  Soon he had disappeared after
running through a nearby expanse of trees.

Without wasting a second Steven spoke, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'll be ok." I replied as I rubbed my stomach feeling the pain
subside a little.

Steven raised his hand a little towards me, "Oh jeez, your nose."  I put a
hand to my nose and felt a warm fluid running down.  As I took my hand away
I saw my blood.  Steven took hold of my hand and led me back into the
apartment.  We walked into the bathroom and I was still a bit dazed.  He
put a couple tissues to my nose to stop the bleeding.  I put my hand to
hold the tissues so Steven wouldn't have to.

"Sure you're ok?"

I looked at Steven and thought about how caring he is, "Yes, thanks to
you."  I don't think the bleeding was too severe, but I had a red mark on
my face now.  I was going to a party with a big bruise on my face.  I was
beginning to worry about the night and what was to happen.

I also wondered how Steven could be so kind but straight.  He is a woman's
wet dream.

  I eventually convinced Steven I was ok and I should be going.  He
reluctantly let me go and I made my way to the Jean Edwards building.

There were numerous people in the hallway, none of which I recognized.  I
noticed a couple guys and girls eyeing me.  Both were come-hither-looks and
the others were who-the- hell-are-you-looks.  I ignored all of them and
made my way to the door.  A sign was posted to the door.  I read the bright
red lettering: THE PARTY WILL BE HELD AT THE ADDRESS BELOW.  IF YOU NEED A
RIDE PLEASE ASK EITHER MARCUS OR NATHAN.

I didn't read the address; I was definitely going to ask Marcus if I could
get a ride.  Now if I can only find him.  I peered into the room and saw
that it was packed to the ceiling. One television was being used for a
video game, another one was on a local station but nobody was watching it,
and I could also hear a stereo playing a band I've never heard of.  I
somehow fought my way through the crowd to the two people playing a video
game.  I could tell that Marcus was one of them.  His hair was
distinguishable from everybody else.  I didn't recognize the other person.
I resisted to say anything at this point.

After a few minutes Marcus got up and turned around.  As soon as he saw me
he smiled.

"Hey, glad you could make it, Jason."  I returned a smile realizing he had
remembered my name.  He hadn't mentioned it when we met in the bookstore.

"Yeah, I had some free time, Marcus."  I thought I'd just mention his name
for the sake of sounding more intimate.  I studied Marcus for a minute
measuring his looks and recording them if I ever decided to draw the rest
of the picture of him.  I was lost in thought for a minute before I
realized I should ask Marcus for a ride.  "Oh, by the way, I hope you don't
mind me asking, but could you give me a lift to the party."  Marcus raised
and eyebrow towards me.

"Uh, sure, no problem.  We're going to leave in about 15 minutes, so make
yourself at home."

I looked at his gorgeous blue eyes and responded, "Thanks."  Marcus walked
towards a group of people across the hallway.  My mind kept flashing the
vision of him with the one eyebrow raised.  How cute was that?  I told my
self to calm down, for I still have to pose the question to him.  This
could jeopardize this blossoming friendship with him.  As I pondered my
predicament a voice spoke to me.

"Hi, you know Marcus?"  I looked off to my side and saw it was the same
person that was playing the video game with Marcus.  The person had brown
hair in a crew cut fashion and green eyes much like mine.

"Uh, yeah, sort of, "I spoke unsure as I turned to look in the direction of
Marcus.

The man paused, "Did something happen to your face?  There's a big mark on
it."  I suddenly remembered my encounter with Billy as I reached up to my
face.  I decided against telling the real reason I had the bruise.

"I feel out of bed this morning," I tried to think of something as
possible.  "It's nothing really."

"Oh I see.  My name's Nathan, I'm also Marcus's friend," he spoke back to
me.  He spoke the last part of the sentence noticeably slower.  He extended
his hand, which I shook.  I looked at his clothes mainly because I pride
myself on being fashion expert.  He wore a white muscle tee shirt and black
corduroy pants.

"Not bad." I thought to myself.

"Jason," I said as the handshake ended, "I guess I'll see you at the
party."

"Yes, I suppose so," Nathan nodded as he walked away to mingle with some of
the other people.  Nathan seemed a bit cold towards me.  I was probably
because he wasn't sure what to make of me or he was a bit disconnected from
everybody.  Since I had just met him, I couldn't tell.

I looked about the room and I began to hear the song "Love Fool" playing on
the radio.

There was nowhere to sit so I sat up against the wall watching the party
unfold around me.  I wondered if this was such a great idea.  First of all,
I hardly know any of the people here, and second, I might not be able to
see Marcus for half the party since he's one of the hosts and will
obviously be busy.  A pit began to develop in my stomach.  That's when I
noticed a vaguely familiar student walk up to me.

"Jason, is that you," the student asked as soon as he was close enough,
"It's me."  I stayed silent trying to determine where I had seen him
before.  "History class."  He jogged my memory.

"Oh yeah, hey," I paused searching my memory for his name.

My mind started racing, "Quick!  What was it?  Uh-oh, he's going to get
offended if I don't think of it soon."

"Mike!"  Oh no, did I just shout his name.  What the hell is wrong with me?
"Uh, yes, that's right, glad you remember enough to exclaim it."  He
laughed as I blushed a little.  "Actually I'm a little surprised to see you
here."

Feeling more comfortable knowing that I know at least one more person here
I queried, "Oh, and why is that?"

"Well, for starters, I've never seen you at a party like this.  You're
usually very quiet around people you don't know."  Mike leaned in close,
"And I don't think there are many people here that are gay."  I had been
found out.  There was no denying it, or even trying to pretend I didn't
know what he meant.

"All right, how did you know," I sighed and closed my eyes a bit admitting
defeat.

 Mike smiled at me, "Well, I have certain radar for these types of
things. You know: gaydar.  Besides, Beverly told me."  Damn it, I'm going
to have to have a talk with her.  "They only reason she told me, is because
she wanted to fix you up with me."

"You are?"  Mike closed his eyes and nodded.  "And she thought we would
make a great couple, hm?"  I am definitely going to talk to Beverly later.

Mike leaned against the wall next to me, "Well she suggested this
arrangement 2 months ago.  I told her you weren't my type."  I glanced back
at Mike.  "Not that I find you ugly.  No, you're pretty good-looking, but
not my style." I relaxed a bit.

  I tried to turn the conversation back to what Mike had mentioned earlier,
"So, not many people here are gay?"

"From what I've seen, no," Mike looked around the room.  He pointed at a
guy at the door enjoying the party a little too much, "He might be, then
again he could be drunk."  He pointed at a girl. "She is, I know, although
I doubt that would interest you."  I quickly tried to find Marcus to ask if
he was.  He wasn't to be found.  "Don't worry, you'll find Mr. Right.  Who
knows- he might even be at the party were headed to."

"Yeah could be," I spoke weakly as Mike began to get up.  "I'll see you
around."

Oddly enough, time passed by more quickly than I had suspected and Marcus
told me he was starting to leave for the party.  I followed out the parking
lot to a minivan.  As I got in I noticed 5 other people in the car.  I was
hoping to be alone with Marcus.  But it was probably for the best
considering I shouldn't tell him before the party or that might screw up
the whole evening.  Most of the time in the car was spent in silence.  I
glanced in the back and didn't see anyone I recognized.  I stared out the
window in my side and saw the scenery fly by.  I suddenly felt at peace as
I looked out.  Trees, shrubs, tall grass were just blurs but they had a
relaxing effect on me.  It had been so long since I could let go of the
rest of the world.  Now I could stop and admire it for all the beauty that
is in it.  I had no idea what had come over me at the time, but I would
find out why I had felt this way so suddenly.

The car stopped and my mind returned back to earth.  I looked towards
Marcus who was looking up through the windshield.  I followed his gaze,
which lead me to a 3 story split-level house.  More than what I had
expected.

"You look surprised," I heard Marcus speak as a couple doors in the back
opened, "Actually we don't own this place, but a couple of the people here
rent it for the weekends.

Myself included."

I looked towards Marcus as I opened the door, "You pay for the house?  For
a party?"

"It's better than a dorm room or an insufficient house.  Besides if enough
people chip in, it's not too expensive."  I began to get out and Marcus
opened his side.  "Besides, one bathroom is not enough for twenty-some
people."  Marcus laughed and I sighed loving just the sound of it.

We both walked into the bustling house.  So as not to look desperate or
lonely I decided I should spend some minutes apart from Marcus.  This will
help me resist from asking him anything that I would regret later.  It
seems as though Marcus had the same idea because as I turned to look at
him, he wasn't there.

I could hear the music blasting all over the house, although I couldn't
find the stereo system itself.  I was a bit depressed finding out that
there was hardly anyone I knew here.  I sat down on the green tinted couch
alone.  Glancing around the room it looked as if it hadn't been redecorated
since the early 80's.  But who am I to complain?  I suddenly felt the couch
move a little.  I quickly glanced to my side and noticed a very attractive
man sitting down on the other side.  He seemed to be more interested in the
other direction and didn't see me sitting here.  The more I stared the more
I decided to talk to him.  At least I could get his phone number if things
don't work out with Marcus.  What am I saying?  Do I assume that everyone
in my vicinity is gay?  My questions were answered as a girl came and sat
on his lap.  I looked away realizing I don't have a shot in the world.  I
spotted a punch bowl in the other room and began to walk towards it.  As I
looked back on the couch I could see the man giving me adorable looks.  I
decided against asking him about his true sexuality.  I poured myself a
glass of slightly spiked punch.

"Well, if it isn't Jason," apparently someone else knew me at this party.
The voice was indeed familiar, but I couldn't place it.  I can remember
hearing it before and I knew it was from a long time ago.  I turned around
with drink in hand.  I came face to face with Francis.

Memories flood back into my mind.

  It had come out of nowhere.  Sitting in class day dreaming about being
rich and famous when I heard the voice.  I was more intrigued than I was
surprised.

  "My name is Francis," says a man in the seat next to mine.  I glance over
and see a dark haired student staring at me.  I'm not sure what it was,
exactly, but his voice was what caught my attention.  It was soothing and
captivating at the same time.

"Jason," I smile.  It's odd how I never noticed him in class before.  He
continues to stare at me and I can tell he's interested in me.  I must say
I was also interested.

Francis seemed study me, "So do you live on campus?"

"No, you?"

"Yes."  Although few words had been spoken, a thousand words were exchanged
through body language.  And from what I saw in Francis's behavior he liked
to move fast.  This type of relation was new to me and it excited me.  I
was always ready to try new things.  Francis didn't need to coax me into
going to his dorm room.  The whole time we hadn't touched on anything even
remotely sexual.  Well, not exactly.  Half the time we treated our
conversation like a game to see who could use the most creative innuendoes.
As Francis unlocked his door I could distinctly see the room separated in
two parts.

"My roommate is gone for a week," Francis spoke as led me through the
room. "I've got the whole place to myself."  Well, that's awfully
convenient.

We both took a seat on the bed and Francis flicked on the TV that lay
rested on his compact dresser.  I began to lie back even though my body was
perpendicular the way the bed was laid.  My head rested against the
concrete wall.  Everything had remained the same for approximately 3
minutes.

Francis who had decided to lie across the bed spoke, "Isn't that a little
uncomfortable?  The way you're sitting."

I was silent for a moment practically knowing were this line of questioning
was heading, "A bit."

"Why don't you lie down this way."  Oh Francis, that wasn't quite the
tactfulness I had expected in you.  I decided against telling him my
thoughts.

I spoke softly but I sounded sure of my self as I accepted, "Sure."  He and
I were now lying next to each other in his bed with my back facing him.
It's been so long since I had this feeling.  Ever so lightly I felt a hand
rest on my side.  I gave a slight pleasant noise and tilted my head back.
I was letting him know I was receptive.  Soon I could feel his breath on my
neck as his body pressed up against mine.  I moved my hand back so it
caressed his right leg.  I could identify soft flesh gently planting kisses
on my neck.  His hand moved up and down on my side and I decided to turn
over to face him.  This gave us both better access to each others body.  I
was more noticeably aroused and as far as I could tell I was having a
similar effect on him.  I lifted my head so he could continue kissing my
neck and he was getting more ambitious as he moved.  Although I enjoy this
part of a relationship to go along slowly he was going rather quickly
through it.  Then again, this wasn't a relationship.  At least not yet.  He
climbed atop me and pressed up against my lips and inserted a tongue.  I
parted my lips as I felt the tip of it hit my lips; I was surprised because
I didn't expect him to at this juncture.  My shorts and boxers were being
pulled down rather roughly while one my hands lay on his back, and the
other on his chest.

As soon as my shorts were almost off, Francis began to undo his belt
without looking down.  His head rested along my shoulder as he undid his
clothes.  I tried my best to take the shorts off completely although
difficult while Francis lay on top of me.  I felt resistance when my
clothes were almost off.  It occurred to me my shoes weren't even off.  At
this point I had come to realization this wasn't going to be the best sex
I've had, and definitely not the most romantic.  I did my best to take off
my shoes by using the edge of his bed as a wedge.  Once off, my shorts were
next.  By this time Francis had taken his pants off and shirt unbuttoned.
Upon realizing I wasn't wearing anything on the lower half of my body,
Francis was eager enough to begin pleasing me.  I loved the feeling but I
still wanted to take off my shirt.  Although I hadn't expected to feel that
good, Francis was pretty skilled with his hands.  His movements on my cock
were slow and steady with just the right amount of pressure.  I threw my
head back enjoying it, even though I was still in the process of taking off
the shirt.  My head was finally out of the shirt and all that remained was
my left arm.  Before I even had a chance to free the arm I saw Francis's
head move down to replace his hand.  The warmth of his mouth delighted me
and my hands held on to his back.  It only than that I realized I had a
chance to get the shirt off my arm.  I removed my left arm from his body
and the sleeve slid down my arm to the floor.  Free from any binding, I
could let my hands roam his back and neck.  I could feel his shoulder and I
always enjoyed how they could be so strong and warm.  They seem to be
warmer than the rest of the torso.  I couldn't contemplate on the thought
too much as Francis had me in a state of ecstasy.  I couldn't stop moans
emitting from me, but it was the only way to express everything inside me.
Francis took my verbal sounds as a sign he was doing a wonderful job.  But
there was more to this job.  His mouth released my cock and his tongue
began to work is way along my stomach and chest giving my nipples tender
laps. Now it was my turn to return the favor.  In my mind I had to do a job
equal or better to his.  Francis turned over so I could be on top and I set
to work.  My tongue ran along the length his cock my mouth wetting the
crown.  As my tongue went down the bottom I didn't stop.  One mustn't
forget the lower part of the biggest erogenous zone.  My mouth engulfed one
of the balls, which I could tell pleasantly surprised Francis.  His body
lifted slightly from the bed.  His own heat as well as the warmth in my
mouth had us both in an euphoric state.  But I wasn't going to rest there.
My tongue was washing him very well but I knew there was another one to
take care of.  My mouth opened and my tongue gave a last lick before I
dived down on to the other ball that lay in his sac.  Another rise from the
bed and a shallow sigh came from Francis.  I hadn't even begun to start.  I
let the ball roll around inside well sucking on it.  My hands hadn't done
anything the whole time so I decided to let them run along his chest and
tummy.  Apparently, I wasn't the only one who liked to moan.  It was time
for the main course as I let go of his ball.  Although I was ready to take
him, I decided a little teasing was in order.  My tongue was an expert at
this, so I explored his inner thighs and the sides of the pelvic region.
I'm so close to it, and I know I'm driving him wild.

"Oh, stop it, "Francis was able to manage out a couple words through his
rapid breathing.

Rather than return with my usual wit, I decided I did enough teasing.  For
now.

I began to use one of best techniques, which has been met with a resounding
scream of pleasure in the past.  I took Francis's cock head into my mouth
and slowly moved down.  I had less than a quarter of it down when I moved
back up to the tip.  Once again I go down taking a little more and than
back up.  By the time I have most of it in my mouth I glance to see Francis
gripping the edge of the bed.  I almost laugh out of pride but now was not
the time.  Finally, without any hesitation I slip the entire length of him
in my mouth and move up and down with a quick steady pace.  I now have
total control over him and I can do as I please.  And I please him very
well.  I can here audible grunts and I know he can't take much more if I
keep up a fast pace.

I could feel his hands holding on to my shoulders.  He started moving me up
and down as best he could.  This was only a way for him to feel like he had
some control in the situation.  It was quite possible that I could continue
my job and end it, but where's the fun in that?  Ever so slowly I move my
mouth up off his cock, which now glistened from the light, and I smiled.
Without a word being spoken he knew it was time for the main event.


Wow, didn't see that coming, did you?  Well, what did I promise you?  I
hope this chapter has helped you... it certainly helped me get in the mood.
Ah- what sweet memories.

Now as before, e-mail me.  You really have a good reason to now.  If you
don't e-mail me, then I'll think you don't care (sniff, sniff).  Now Simon
says e-mail me at WhtWindWif@aol.com

Tune in next time: Same gay channel same gay time!