Date: Mon, 19 Jul 1999 21:59:49 EDT
From: Wilson583@aol.com
Subject: The Interview M/M college roommates vanilla 

                     The Interview
                                by joe wilson

When I opened the door and looked in the room, he was on the bed facing me.
There was no hint of surprise on his handsome face.  No sign of
embarrassment.  Instead he was smiling that come-on smile he was so famous
for.  He arched his back and stretched his legs apart.

Seeing him naked, his cock sticking straight up, hard and totally exposed,
excited me, even though I was not gay.  The sheer audacity of it was
erotic, titillating, and caused me to wonder what it would be like to kneel
down on the floor, supported by the bed, and kiss that enticing naked piece
of hot male meat.  I could feel a stirring in my loins, but just the fear
of the possibility of liking it made me turn away.

"Don't go," he said, "You've just got here.  I've been waiting for you."
and then he added, "Jesus Christ you smell, you're fuckin' covered with
sweat."

"Yes, I've been running....guess I'd better shower."

"God, I love that.  That fucking smell.  Come here, man let me taste it."

He always did that when I just came in from running.  It was what I wanted.
Secretly, that is, never even admitting it to myself.  All through the run
I thought of him.  Thought of him on the bed, naked, waiting for me.
Waiting for my sweaty naked body.  My running shorts were soaked with it.
I could feel the flow of sweat running down my legs from my balls.

I lay on the bed beside him, my hands under my head, elbows to the ceiling.

"Ah Jesus," he whispered, "God I love you.  Why could't you be gay.  Queer,
just like me."

"I'm not Jeff.  So don't get funny with me.  I'm here, just like every
afternoon at 4:30, and you can suck me off, but that's it, Okay?"

"Yeah man," he said, and he rolled his naked body over, so that he was on
his stomach, and he buried his face in my armpit, inhaling a great gust of
sweat smell. "Jesus," he whispered again, and his teeth tugged at the fine
wet hairs and his tongue licked the sweat away leaving his sweet saliva in
its place.  God, he'd do anything for me.  Anything.  He already did it
all, didn't he?  In the three years we shared the dorm room?  He moved his
mouth to a nipple, then the other, sucking, tiny bites of pleasure, always
slurping up the sweat.

He buried his face in the hollow of my shorts.  Hollow except for the tent
made by my hard-on, God that felt good.  I raised my hips and he took my
sweaty shorts in his teeth, and tugged at them, freeing the cock, he pulled
them over my hips, down to my ankles and off.

Now I was naked too.  I felt his hot breath as his mouth got closer to the
moist aromatic balls.  Jesus god Jeff, I'm so fucking horny, and I raised
my hips up off the mattress rolling my cock and balls over his face.  He
hadn't shaved in days, and the stubble of his growing beard was an abrasive
pleasure that can only happen with a male lover.

He opened his mouth and swallowed my cock into it.  Hot and wet.  Jesus!
So hot and wet.  I pushed it in.  All the way.  The tip buried deep into
his throat.  My shaved balls rolled over his rough chin....... "Aaaaaaah
GOD !!!  AAAAAAAAAH!!!!!  And the exquisite jolt of pleasure shattered down
my spine.  The cum shot out of my hard erect cock.  He fell in a heap upon
my naked body, his face buried in my hairy loins, licking again at the once
more accumulated sweat.

We were exhausted from our daily pleasure.  Constant and always there.
Never diminished.  The intensity of it hit him as much as me.  His naked
body too, was inundated with the heat of passion.  Our sweat mingled as he
lay on top of me.  He tried to kiss me, but I turned away.  "I'm not
queer," I told him, and I pulled away to the other side of the bed.  The
daily ritual completed once more.  Time to return to reality.

"I do love you," he whispered, his voice tight, hoarse with the strain of
giving.  There was honesty in it.  Truth in what he said.  Yet I denied it,
refused to accept it.

I got up, pulled on my shorts and grabbed a towel.  It failed to cover a
still soaring cock.  It was shower time, time to be myself again.  I left
him, still naked on the bed, knowing that he was caught up in the heat of
his excesses, his love and passion, unrequited.

Alone in the shower room, I noticed the reflection of a handsome man.  He
was young.  His body was perfection, with muscles, and hair, and tanned
smooth skin, all in the right places.  I felt a surge of continuing sexual
need, horny ..... as though the suck he gave me wasn't enough.  I wanted,
and needed, more.  Turning to the vision of the handsome naked man pictured
in the floor to ceiling mirror, I realized the image was of me.  It was my
naked body.  And I smiled, breaking into unexpected laughter, and I began
to masturbate, watching every stroke, every changed expression on my
handsome face......until the face changed into the face of Jeff.



"I love sucking your cock," he said simply, a grin on his face, when I
returned from the shower room.

"Yeah."

"I'm going to miss you next year."  I was a graduating senior, he still had
a year to go.

"Yeah, me too."  I really didn't want to talk about it, but I turned to
him, "Jeff, I'm really sorry I can't get you off.  You deserve more from
me..."

"Hush, baby," he grinned, "I got what I wanted.  It's okay," and to change
the subject he said, "Your appointment with the recruiter is for tomorrow
afternoon at 2:30.  They called and set it up.  Important, they said."  And
with that he flipped over on the bed showing his firm and rounded bubble
butt and a brief surge of interest found its way to my ever pulsating
loins.  We never tried that, though he wanted too.  And I settled down on
my own bed, and reaching for Sports Ilustrated I pretended to read.

                        ........................


The recruiter, Jeff referred to was from Collins, Dayton.  Probably the
most prestigious law firm in the whole state.  Every law student,
reverently bowed his head and closed his eyes whenever it was mentioned as
a possible destination after graduating.  It was everyone's goal, but only
one mans' destiny, and this year I was the one they selected to interview.
There were two of them.  Two serious, handsome, well-groomed men scouting
the classroom throughout the final semester.  Scouting me!

At 2:30 sharp I opened the door to Royce Hall and found the appropriate
room just off the main entrance.  That I was polished to the highest degree
of professionalism is an understatement, of course, just as to say I was
not nervous is an understatement too.  I wanted the job, if one could call
being on the staff at Collins, a job, and the enormous possibility of it
had me out on the edge.

They both looked at me as I walked to the interview table, appraising every
step I took, every wrinkle in my new suit, making a judgement call even
before I could defend myself.  Was it a smile or a sneer that flashed
across the face of the older man, the man who seemed to be in charge?

And while they looked, neither spoke, but they seemed to be waiting for me
to say the first words.

"Good afternoon," I said with a stiff smile, "I'm Danny Tobin," and I
extended my hand, first to the older man, who shook it with no welcoming
pressure, and said his name was Bradley, and then to the younger one, who
identified himself as Alex.

"Thank you for coming."

There was a long pause.  An evaluation of physical presence.  The academic
achievements had already been presented and reviewed and apparently
accepted.

"Frankly, we only wanted to meet you.  We've already decided you're our
boy," Bradley said with a smile, "We've been studying you for the past
three years.  Checked everything.  Even talked to your roommate.  What has
to be decided is whether or not you want to join us."

Alex nodded his head confirming everything that Bradley said.  He was
probably the most beautiful male animal I had ever seen.  Even the super
nervousness of the occasion was over-shadowed by the excitement of being
this close to him.  I mean he impacted me.  God he was one handsome macho
man.  And a familiar shot of sudden lust settled in my loins.  Jesus!  I
wondered.  What in the hell's happening to me.

Not knowing what to say, I remained silent, with a foolish smile flashing
across my face.  This was not what I expected.  All the practiced speeches
about how much I really wanted this job, and how qualified I felt I was,
fled like a flock of frightened birds.  Want the job? of course I wanted
the job.

Mr. Bradley stood up and began to pace back and forth.  I could visualize
him in a courtroom before a jury, "We would use you in our Entertainment
Law Department.  Alex here would be your boss, show you the ropes...what's
expected of you.  It's a little different than what you might think...." he
hesitated.  Turning to Alex he asked in a low voice, "You want to take it
from here, Al?"

The silent impasse was puzzling. There's something funny here, I thought to
myself.

"Leave me alone with him, Brad.  Let me handle it from this point, Okay?"

We shook hands and Mr Bradley left the room, and I was alone with this
handsome man that I was beginning to have strange feelings about.  God!
And they talked to Jeff?  Shit!  Dear Jeff, he never mentioned it.

Pacing the room, he began his dialogue.  It was well prepared, sounding
almost canned.  "Entertainment law is interesting in itself, but what is
more interesting is the excitement of the clients.  They are a different
breed.  Brilliant, talented, sensitive, bored and full of ego.  Ego so
thick you can cut it with a knife.  They think their shit doesn't stink."
He looked at me, calculating my reaction to the vulgarism.

I smiled, still like an imbecile, for words were beyond me.  I was captured
in the excitement of being with this beautiful hunk.  A gorgeous male
animal.  He wore no tie and his shirt was open, but wasn't it just the top
button, I thought?  When did he unbutton the others?  For now it fell open,
revealing a slightly hairy chest, natural in dimension, tanned a toasted
bronze, capped by two of the most luscious suckable nipples I had ever seen
on a man.  A womans' nipples on a firm flat muscular chest, teasing me as
his shirt opened and closed with each thrust of his shoulders.  God!  I'm
going bonkers, I thought.  He smiled.

"We handle contracts, residuals, purchase of property," he continued, "And
of course, scrapes with the law."

He placed his hands in his pocket causing his shirt to fall back again.

I forced myself to look at his handsome face, the angular planes that
defined his features, the dark brown eyes, shaded by dark shaggy brows, the
smiling full lips that moved enticingly as he spoke.  I risked a glance at
his bare chest, felt the now familiar stirring, and wondered where all this
was heading.  I almost involuntarily reached out to touch the swollen brown
berries that perched on each mound of his breast.  I looked at him again.
He was smiling broadly, perfect white teeth, a pink tongue rolling over his
thick lips.

"Right now our biggest case is with our most popular star.  Indecent
exposure, lewd conduct, with a male hustler in Griffith Park. "  His hands
touched his crotch, or did they?  "Naked, on his knees, sucking cock before
God and everyone else.  Some of these egos think they can do no wrong.  Can
get away with anything."  He paused lowering his head as though he were
suddenly siezed with a bout of shyness, "I know you're not queer. But you
don't mind working with them do you?"

Still tongue tied like a blithering idiot, I nodded, trying to smile an
agreeable smile.  "No, I don't," I croaked, wondering if I was queer, just
like Jeff and that movie star in Griffith Park.

"They expect more than just an educated opinion on a legal matter.  They
are beautiful, well-cared for, handsome men, idolized by fans who forgive
their indiscretions.  And they expect you to forgive them too."  He paused
for a moment, as though he were trying together courage to say somthing,
and what he had to say was surprising, yet I wasn't surprised.  "They want
your mind, but they want you body, too.  Your attendance at their parties.
Playing their games with them and their friends, is expected."

He moved closer to me.  His eyes caught mine.  It was as though he were
hypnotizing me as he spoke.  Certainly he had taken control, he was the
dominate one, carefully forcing his pherenomes on mine.

I could smell him now.  Not the sweet smell of cologne, but the warm harsh
wet smell of aroused passion.  His shirt tails were out of the confines of
his slacks, floating aimlessly.  How in the hell did that happen?  He
shrugged his shoulders, and the shirt fell away on to the floor.  From the
waist up he was naked.  Standing so close to me, his nipples brushed
against my interview suit.  My god!  I felt the blood rush to my cock.  He
was grinning, looking directly at me with those dark flashing eyes,
shielded by long furry lashes.  "They want sex.  Just as you and I do.  And
they're used to getting what they want."

And he took my sweating hand in his dry one, and with a gentle pressure
carried it to his right nipple, and bending forward, pressed his opened
lips against mine, and his moist hot tongue slipped easily inside. I
accepted it, liked it, and responded by touching the erection caught in his
slacks, and he pulled away.

"You are one hot man," he whispered in my ear.  His warm breath adding to
the excitement.

Oh god!  I was ready to do anything.  For him and his clients.

"You want it too, don't you?" He asked.

"Yes," I croaked in a tight voice.

Let's go," he said abruptly, reaching for his shirt and slipping his arms
into it.



We drove in silence for just a short distance.  When he turned north on
Stone Canyon I knew somehow we were going to the Bel Air.  The attendant
took the car and he led me through the simple lobby of this prestigious
hotel, to a lovely garden, stopping at one of the bungalows.

He poured gin over ice.  Handed one to me, sipping the other.  Neither of
us spoke.  He smiled, and I trembled with anticipation, for it was clear to
me now where all this was going.  What I must do to get the job with
Collins.  And with the beautiful Alex I was ready.  Ready to do what Jeff
wanted me to do for the three years we roomed together.

He toasted me with his glass of Tanquerey.  Sipped the intoxicating silken
liquid, while we kissed and fondled each other in the darkened hotel suite.
He was eager, just as I was.  Though we proceeded slowly, takin off our
clothes, one garment at a time, loving and kissing exposed flesh, chewing
on loose lips, tasting mouth juices with secret tongues, exploring all the
crevisses, the secret places.  Soon, except for silken briefs, we were
naked, entangled in a web of horny need.

The silky hairs caught in his pits were moist and acid tasting.  The
exploding nipples responded to each kiss, each nibble on the erect tissue.
The hairy loins framed an engorged cock and low hanging hairy balls,
creating hunger and a need to touch, to look at, to feel, to suck.  Ah! To
suck!  A great flush of desire to suck.  Jesus!  In a frenzy, I slipped to
my knees and tore off the silken briefs.  Literally.  Shredded them to
uselessness.  No protection.  No shield.  No cover of the precious jewels.
We were naked!  Totally, completely naked.

He fell onto to a leather chair.  Sitting quietly, his eyes shrouded by the
almost closed lids.  He spread his knees, tacitly inviting access.

His cock was long.  Oh so fucking long.  Designed for deep penetration down
an open willing throat, or inserted in a tight ass hole.  And it was
narrow, too.  Slender and graceful, yet leaking power, sticking out from a
pubic patch of thick dark hair, like a giant wiener, hot and boiled, ready
to be eaten.

I touched the slender shaft.  A tentative kiss from timid lips, opened, yet
not quite ready.  I fingered the low hanging testicles, marveling at their
fragile velvet touch.

Pulling away, I leaned back, sitting on my ankles, and looked at him.  His
brown eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter as though he were the winner.
He was, of course, or was he?  Later I learned that the victory was mine,
it was I who received the most complete pleasure from our sexual dance.

It would seem, considering the intensity of the moment, the electric
currents surging all around us, that we would be locked in an
uncontrollable embrace of giving and taking, but we were not.  Instead, I
savored the luscious thrill of expectation.  My own swollen cock was so
rich in exciting sensation, that I wanted to prolong this intense pleasure.
Looking at him, and knowing I could have it all at any time, was exciting
enough to satisfy the moment.  And so I postponed the moment of doing it.

His piercing brown eyes, and serious cast to his face, reflected a horny
hunger that equaled mine.  He wanted it too, but he wanted it now.  He
raised his hips off the chair so that his cock brushed against my lips.
His testicles, low hanging and hairy, swung forward and rubbed against my
chin. There was a drop of pre-cum resting on the piss slit and my tongue
flicked it off.  My first taste.  I was so fucking hot from the sight and
smell of this beautiful animal that I kissed those humid balls licking away
the sweat.  I traced my tongue up the shaft of his cock, and licked the
tip.  I made love to his cock and balls, just as Jeff had done to mine,
every afternoon for the past three years, and I loved it.  Loved the
exquisite sense of giving pleasure to this beautiful man who lay naked in
front of me.  God!  And for a brief it was as though it was Jeff's cock i
lusted for.

I was beyond control now, licking and slurping and sucking on his giant
erection, loving the humping of his hips as he fucked it deeper into my
throat.  I loved the moan and cry of pleasure, knowing that I was causing
it, giving him the enormous pleasure of the suck, and then the explosion,
the great wads of cum shooting down my throat as though fired from an
automatic weapon.

I knew in an instant the pleasure that had been Jeff's, the pleasure that
only one man can give another.  Jeff.  Ah Jeff!  As I swallowed the flood
of salty love-cream, I thought of Jeff, sweet Jeff who had been so patient,
so loving and caring.  Waiting for me to awaken to what and who I was, and
I fell back on the soft carpet that covered the floor, exhausted with
pleasure, relieved and happy in my new knowledge.

"So you're not queer," he whispered, after a long moment of silence.  There
was humor in his voice, like as though he knew all along I was.  "You're
good, you know. sucking my cock and balls like a hot queer man.  You ready
for some more.....?"

God!  Yes I wanted more!  Lusted for more!  Needed more to satisfy this new
horny erotic hunger for sex!  I nodded my head, licking my lips with my
tongue, And I bent forward to take his still swollen cock.  "Not me man,
You already did me."  And he turned his head toward the door that was to
the bedroom of the suite.  "He's all yours," he yelled with a chuckle, and
the door opened.

Standing there was the most famous movie star in America.  Stark naked!  Oh
my god!  Naked, and grinning that famous smile, frankly open and welcoming,
yet shy at the same time, his head tilted down in a bashful way.

"Come into the bedroom, Danny, I've been waiting for you......" he said,
and he put his famous arms around my naked shoulders, and kissed me with a
passion even greater than the hot searing passion reflected so many times
on the giant screen.  And the heat of his body combined with the heat of
mine.

He led me to the giant bed with silk sheets. It was big, and easily
accommodated the three of us as we explored the ways of gay sex, and the
famous Matt Cruise sucked my cock, and my new boss, Alex, washed his wet
tongue in the crack between my buttocks preparing me for Matt's fuck.  And
all the while I thought of Jeff.  But when it was over I knew I got the
job.
  

Several hours later, after we did it all, I went back to the dorm.  When I
opened the door and looked in the room, Jeff was on the bed facing me.  A
smile of welcome flashed across his face.  He was naked, of course, as he
always was, and seeing his cock jutting up out of the patch of pubic hair
excited me.

"How did it go," he asked.

"Okay.  I got the job."

"I knew you would."  His voice was wistful, almost sad as though he would
rather I hadn't passed the interview.  "I guess things will change now," he
said quietly, almost in a whisper.

Seeing him lying there on the bed, as he had all the other afternoons of
the last three years, I knew my decision was the right one.  "Jeff," I
said.  "I want to ask you something."

"Yes?  Okay, what is it?"

"You said you loved me.  Not just once, but lots of times.  'I Love you,'
you'd say.  Every afternoon when you got me off."

"Yes, I said it.  So what about it now?"  He stopped for a minute, smiled,
"It's true. Danny, I do love you, As much as anyone can love anyone."

"I learned a lot this afternoon, Jeff, different things than what you might
think."  He looked up at me, a questioning expression on his handsome face,
and he waited for me to continue.  "I guess the best thing I learned, Jeff,
is that I love you too.  I guess I'm queer, just like you, Jeff.  I realize
that now.  It's something that's always been there.  I love you so much, my
dear Jeff, with all my heart."  I paused a moment, and then I Looked
directly into his blue eyes, "I'm not taking the job with Collins, Jeff.
Don't ask me why.  Not now.  Someday I'll tell you the whole bit.  But I
don't want to work for them.  I'm going to take some classes next year.
Stay in college for another term, so I can be with you.....if that's okay,
with you, I mean.  If we can still room together."  And as I said what I
wanted to say, I took off my clothes, dropping them to the floor, one by
one, and when I finished my speech, I was naked, and I fell into his open
arms.

Pressing my naked body against his, I kissed him, and slipping my tongue
into his warm open mouth, we began to make love.


joe wilson

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