Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2011 14:19:56 +0000 From: Cody Samuels <literally.naked@googlemail.com> Subject: Something about Steve 3 (College) Something about Steve Cody Samuels Literally.naked@gmail.com Introduction: Hey all! Thanks for your wonderful comments, glad to see this is well received, and as with all good stories, stroke and you shall receive! About myself: So I have a tendency to be constantly reading junk from Nifty all the time, and easily influenced once something has me enthralled. That being the case, one of my favourite authors has to be Harry Rod (from this site anyway). He knows how to make me throw a rod on the journey back home! WARNING: May Contain Scenes of a sexual nature. But you already knew that didn't you? Stay safe- really... Use a condom Something about Steve - 3 "Steve! Wait up!" I didn't think he'd heard me then, otherwise he would have stopped, turned around and looked for whoever shouted out his name. I felt the weight in my chest sink hard and deep. It usually happened whenever I liked someone and they seemed total oblivious to that fact. Even if it were friends, they wouldn't know how much I really liked them as a friend. Was it the way I expressed myself? Should I be more outgoing about how I feel and show more appreciation? I mean I already thought I was putting myself out there, being friendly and smiling, laughing, sharing my time and my life stories with them... What more could they want? And it's even worse when it's someone you really like... It's hard to disregard that feeling when it sinks deep into your heart and makes you ache so hard it made you want to cry. Crying! I could feel it coming on soon. I could feel the tear welling up, even as I moved out the way and to the side of the lecture hall to let people out. It was a horrible feeling. Steve was someone not only had I gotten used to but for the first time, I'd let in without batting an eye lash at. He was easy going and really accepting. What made him just suddenly go from being in my life nearly all the time to disappearing? I wiped my eyes on my shirt sleeve, and composed myself before I felt a serious shock of electricity from some person's hand on my shoulder. I stood there speechless for a moment before I got the guts to turn around and looked at whoever was touching me. "Dude... are you ok?" That deep drum-like voice. The big hands... that contact, and the voice made my cock flinch. "I'm good" I managed to squeak out almost. I was a terrible lair. Because the next thing I felt was another hand on my shoulder pulling me around and there he was- 6 ft. something Atlas of a man with deep pools of blue and a striking chiselled face. Concern was the only thing written on those beautiful eyes. God it nearly made my heart ache as much as it ached for Steve. "I don't believe you. Cough it out dude" Lucas said, coaxing it with some air of command. "It's nothing honestly. Just got a little something in my eye." He looked at me as if I weren't telling the truth and obviously saw through the ploy because his jaw began to grind and flex. "Well if anyone is giving you a hard time, let me know." And just like that. I felt like I was safe with him. For some strange reason. But wasn't he straight? And all of a sudden he was showing me concern, telling me how I could rely on him. "But you barely know me?" I said to him incredulously. It was true, except for the very few moments where we had sat next to each other in lectures and laughed or shared answers in seminars, he really didn't know me. "I don't have a lot of friends here. And you didn't think twice before making friends with me. It speaks a lot about your character." And just like that he hugged me and then patted me on the shoulder. "It's nice to have a friend" I didn't know what to say at that point. Here I was, feeling dejected and refused by my handsome roommate and here was Lucas, telling me how much I've made him feel wanted. I didn't know what this was but alarms were ringing in my head. "Ugh...You're welcome?" I managed to say. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Me and Lucas happened to start off sitting next to each other when I slept in one day. I was so turned on one night by the sight of Steve. He did this weird thing one night when I was sleeping. He decided to sleep naked. It didn't help my cause to sleep early. Because all I could picture was his hot naked body- dusted with light brown hairs along his legs, and up towards his thigh and crotch. His muscles rippling and flexing as he dreamt. The treasure trails of thick light brown hair leading to his crotch like a lighter flame, and then across the tops of his chest, like a T shape almost. It got me so hard looking at him I didn't realise I'd soaked a sizeable patch in my boxers and blankets. But that wasn't what got me the most. I always flicked between that gorgeous blondish hair and his smile, which he was starting to sport, and then his dick and balls. He had round-golf ball like balls, and his sack was clean shaven which made my dick jump whenever I noticed it was shaven. And his dick stood a mighty 7 inches, hard and erect. He was cut and he had a slight tinge in discolouration but something told me we liked exposing it because the tinges were nearly the same. And his head cock head constantly leaked pre-cum. That night I had the balls, to creep up to him in his sleep, and out of my want, and lust-possessed body- kneeled down, and scooped up a bit of that sweet nectar. He moaned and ground his cock head to my finger and I immediately retracted, and stared, heart racing and panicking, hands sweating and a bead dropping down the side of my head. But my cock enjoyed this. It flicked up and down and the heat of my body was enormous, I could feel the tips of my ears racing. But I needed more... I took his nectar to my nose... smelled it, and the licked it. I grabbed onto my cock and jerked hard. Tasting and sucking his sweet salty taste from my finger. It got me horny and suddenly, lust possessed me, and I reach for his dick, and slowly wrapped around it. His hands were lightning quick and I nearly died there just at the thought of being caught doing something homosexual with him. But I looked at his eyes and they were still rolling around. He had his hand on my hand, which was on his throbbing cock. And I felt my face burn at this point and my eyes squinting in the dark. I couldn't believe what he was doing. Fucking himself through my hand. I could feel the piece of meat, sliding through his fingers, and his crotch pounding into my fist. It was more than I could take. I had to jack off to this. I was pounding my dick at this point, on the verge of losing it. The white noise started enveloping my senses and I silently screamed out as I felt a torrent of cum spewing hard onto the floor and onto my other hand. Steve was cumming too! And It spurned me on, cumming hard and pumping until I couldn't pump any more. His face was scrunched and his jaw gritted. And after he'd pumped the last of his cum out of my hand, he slowly released my grip and dozed off again. In my mind it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. And it was my first time touching a guy. It was lurid. But I spent an hour trying to get rid of the stains on the floor with some water and tissue, and once I was satisfied it was gone, I went to sleep- raging hard still and leaving Steve, sweaty, asleep and roiling in his cum. At one point I thought I was hallucinating during my dreams. I thought I heard him shout my name out. So when I came into lecture the next morning, I was groggy and feeling sick from lack of sleep. And I just parked myself into any seat, which happened to be next to Lucas. And I think that's where we all started off. Because from then on, me and Steve would have a weird night every so often. At one point I could have sworn I was dreaming about Steve jacking me off. Because it felt so real- and it kept me groggy all through the morning. Lucas always made the jokes to me saying "Did you do a little bit too much last night? Back at the meat grinder?" which just made me laugh at how close to the truth he was. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- So feeling dejected by Steve had now had its upsides. I was now Lucas' closest friend. I asked him if he wanted to join me for lunch and he was more than psyched to do so. And we spent most of lunch getting to know each other really well. We swapped life stories and facts, How I lived in London and was only here for a year before I headed back. And he was here studying English as well and on the football and Lacrosse team. He had two brothers and they were both twins which made me wonder if they both looked just as hot as Lucas. That's the thing with Lucas, because he was incredibly attractive. He made my mornings even worse because he was so good looking and wearing next to nothing but shorts and a T-shirt in the middle of winter. So I could see his big frame, his big legs and thighs dusted with pitch black hair. And his chest was enormous. They could have easily squashed me but it made me feel like I was only talking to his chest, and he would make a joke by saying "Dude. My face is up here" which got us howling. And so I thought I was finally developing a good bond with Lucas when he goes and throws me out a question that made me choke on water. "So when did you know you were gay?" I sprayed water from my nose and he laughed hard, clutching his sides with laughter whilst I cleaned myself up. And I was hard pressed to answer because I didn't say anything all. He kept pushing for an answer but I shook my head, and I was about to tell him otherwise when the worst of all people came to sit next to us. Steve. "Hey guys! Whatcha' all doing"? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading this folks!! Any comments feel free to email me at literally.naked@gmail.com! I'm also looking for a proof reader and editor again, so let me know if you're ok with reading the new material before anyone else!