Date: Thu, 5 Mar 2015 17:26:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: THIS REALLY HAPPENED

This really happened. I was in college, but lived in an apartment building
in the Back Bay.  Due to my military service I could start college as a
sophomore so I missed outon the dorm life.

But our place was really like a dorm in many ways. Most of the other renters
went toeither my college or one of the other many universities in the area.

We were all friends, shared barbeques, packed apartments to view sports
events, award showsor other TV shows...and the long nights of drinking,
smoking and just talking.

Sometimes we just walked in each other's apartments to share drinks, doobies
or food.

My roommate Wayne, knew I was gay. He seemed to like it better. I guess it
was because Iwouldn't compete with him for the girls he brought in..and
there weremany.  I even got to befriend some. Iremember Syliva who one
morning found me in the kitchen in my jockeys.

She joked around and then asked me how to give Wayne a better bj. I told her
I had neverhad any sex with him, but then gave her some tips on what I'd
learned overrecent years.

"I don't know what you told her, but thanks" Wayne said that evening. I
shrugged andsaid if they ever brokup I'd step in which made him laugh.

They brokeup. I liked Sylvia. But Wayne didn't seem to care. And yes, one
late nightwhile we were watching TV he held his hard cock and invited me to
fulfill mypromise. I did it...only once.

One of our neighborswas Kelly. He also knew I was gay. There was a natural
attraction and we becamefriends for the two years I lived there. His
roommate Brad was cool toojokingly told me to leave Kelly alone because he
was his. It was a joke. I hadseen them both double dating and other times
with various college girls.

I wascontent to have them as friends and Kelly as a close one.

During outlate night smoke induced gatherings, we talked about "why are we
here" withmultiple participants. The cloud of smoke stimulated us to reveal
many thingsto each other.

It was Kelly'sfinal year and my junior year when he came into my room one
afternoon. I was onthe bed, naked and mid masturbation. He didn't leave but
did say "sorry". Hesat on the bed and told me he was getting married.

Thatsurprised me since I suspected that he was a latent homosexual and
somedaywould realize it.

"Familything, known Beth since we were babies. Our families said we'd do
this"

We talked. Istayed naked. He didn't seem to mind. No, we didn't touch, kiss
or screw. Hepatted my leg saying he wanted me to come...we both laughed at
the double meaning.

He meant thewedding. I knew that but wished he meant the other. I had had
fantasies about himand his roommate Brad.

I'd seenthem rough housing and thought that they might be "friends with
benefits" atleast. But despite my fantasies and perhaps attempts to flirt
with either ofthem, nothing happened.

So the rainyweekend a few months later, I got into my old Corvair for the
drive down to hisstate and home. Nobody else from the apartment building
was invited except hisroommate Brad, who would be his best man.

Most of themotel was full of guests, family and friends. I checked in and
Brad immediatelyappeared to take me to the Bachelor party.

I was soon gettingnearly drunk with everyone else and tried to look
enthusiastic when two femalestrippers appeared. We all laughed at Kelly
getting red with embarrassment asthe two much older ladies moved all around
him and gave him lap dances.

His bestman, roommate Brad, gave a crude speech which seemed funny to all
of thealcohol influenced guests. I met a few. Most seemed to be from the
city andwere high school friends of Kelly. A few were pretty hot and I gave
an extrasqueeze to their handshakes.

I fantasizedI'd be in bed with one or more that night of course, although
the amount ofalcohol I had consumed would probably have prevented any good
performance.

The doorknock was sloppy. I found Brad leaning on the door post. "Gotta
puke" he saidand ran to the bathroom fulfilling his promise.

"You ok?" Iasked opening the door. Brad was still kneeling over the
toilet. His discardedshirt was on the floor.

As I lay inbed, I heard the shower turn on. Brad appeared later.

"I hear yougive on hell of a blowjob" he said.

"You'redrunk" I said

"Not thatdrunk" Brad held his hard cock in front of him. I had seen him and
Kelly nakedbefore. During one of our field trips we all went skinny
dipping. But I hadnever seen either of them erect.

"Your roomiesays you give a great one" Brad moved closer to my bed.

"I never..."I started to deny sucking Wayne off. "What the hell..." I
reached and held Brad'shairy balls. His cock slide between my lips and I
gave him "one hell of ablowjob".

His spermsplashed all over my face and bare chest. I literally bathed in
his cum and wassurprised how warm it felt on my skin.

Unfortunately,Brad still had things in his stomach to dispel and as soon as
he orgasm'd heran back to the bathroom and puked loudly.

"Usually Ido that afterwards..." I said to nobody and laughed at my own
joke.

I hadwondered what would have happened next as I sucked Brad off. But now
only Brad'ssemi-drunken state would dictate if he climbed in my bed for
some moreintimacy. But usually drunk naked men only slept. So I was
relieved when Brad,now sloppily dressed, stumbled from the bathroom to the
door. He didn't sayanything.

As for me, Imasturbated alone and went to sleep as usual.

Everyoneseemed to have recovered the next morning, the day before the
wedding. Ilocated Brad and the others at breakfast in the motel lobby. I
sat next to Bradand everyone was talking and joking about the party the
night before. Bradnever said anything to me about his visit to my room.

Then therewas a rehearsal which I attended out of boredom.

The bunch ofhis childhood friends played football on the wet grass. There
was a lot of grabass and what I hoped was groping as we all piled on each
other. Shirts came offdespite the chill but bodies were hot with
adrenalin. Kelly didn't join usthough Brad did and seemed extra physical
with me. Maybe I was horny after allthe male camaraderie.

He knew Iwas gay having been in our long night discussions back at the
apartmentbuilding. Maybe he would be my night time thrill...I thought
enjoying his armjammed in my crotch when he tackled me.

Kelly wasbusy somewhere though I caught sight of him here and there.

The dinnerwas more formal, Brad's speech was more civil, bridesmaids,
ushers, best manand other males sat at the tables. I wondered which single
guy and bridesmaidwould make it a night to remember.

And I kepttrying to eye Brad to see if he was interested. He seemed more
interested inone of the bridesmaids.

"Good speech"I said to him as I left. Brad held up a beer as a toast
"Thanks" he said. Iwasn't sure if he was thanking me for my comment or the
night before. I smiled.

 "Hey " Jesse appeared "I'm glad you came. Ireally am" he squeezed my arm.

"She's verypretty" I complimented the bride to be.

"Yea, familyfriend. Dad's wanted us to marry since I was in grade school" I
noted Jesse'slack of enthusiasm but thought it was normal for a groom about
to lose hisfreedom.

"Well, she'snice" I added although I hadn't even met the girl let alone
talked to her.

"Yea, well,I know it was a bitch driving all this way. If we don't get to
talk, I'll seeyou back in town next week."

There werefinals and graduation ahead for Jesse yet to come. My own finals
andmatriculation would follow.

"You goingto grad school?" I asked. It had been discussed even before the
marriage wasannounced. "Brad said you were still thinking about it."

"We'll see,it depends on what happens I guess" he squeezed my arm and
returned to the headof the table.

To me heseemed sad.

I went backto my room alone. Fantasies of Brad appearing or one of the
other strangers Ihad grappled with during the football game might knock on
my door. Maybe two ofthem...I fantasized and rubbed my boxers knowing I'd
end up jacking off and goingto sleep alone.

I had beensleeping for some time when there was a knock on the door. I
heard the hingessqueak making me realize I hadn't locked the door.

"Hey yousleeping?" Jesse stood there. He seemed a bit drunk. He wore a tank
top revealingthe very round shoulders I had admired back home.

"Just wannatalk" he started to leave.

"No it's ok"I made sure my sheet covered my boner and sat up.

There was along quiet period as Jesse locked the door and removed his shirt
and shorts.His white jockey shorts seemed enlarged.

He sat onthe edge of the bed.

"Aftertomorrow, I uh will you know be married" he stammered.

"Yes I know"I said wanting to make a joke. But Jesse's demeanor told me not
to.

"I thoughtmaybe you know we'd uh get together back home" he said looking at
the floorthen at my face. "I don't mean I'm uh you know but ..." he put his
hand on mybare chest and let his thumb stroked me.

I put myhand on his arm, not stop him but to return the touch.

"Maybe wecould, uh tonight, just want to see if..." Jesse took a breath and
leaned forwardputting his lips on mine.

I could havepushed him away proclaiming how ashamed I would be to have sex
with him thenight before he got married. I could have laughed saying he was
joking with me.Or I could have pulled his head tighter and stabbed my
tongue inside his mouth.

I chose thelast option and we began to make love. There were no words only
grunts, pantsand occasional quiet cursing. I knew when he locked the door
what was going tooccur.

But I didn'trealize everything that would occur. That night was like a
cramming for examnight, pardon the pun. We kissed, felt, stroked, licked,
sucked, ate, fuckedand found enough energy to keep alternating until
breathless, our sperm drainedand emotionally we were yet to exchange more
than physical sex.

As I laythere with Jesse's head on my bare stomach, his fingers toying with
my pubichair, I didn't know if we should talk or just lay there until we
slept.

I envisionthe morning I'd awaken and find him already gone from my room.

InsteadJesse started to kiss my belly, cock, balls before he lifted my legs
andtongued my taint and butthole. Whatever a body does to rejuvenate
quickly happenedand my prostate filled up, my balls ached and my cock
drooled.

I let him dowhatever he wanted until he straddled my cock riding its length
like we hadn'tfucked and sucked ever before.

I worked hisnipples as he bounced and jacked himself finally spilling out
onto my chest andface. His tongue licked it all away.

I watchedhis naked body as he moved to the bathroom and let urine flow. His
silhouettedbody looked even hotter to me. I joined him holding his member
as it finished.He held mine I assume wanting to experience it for the first
time.

We stayednaked, holding our bodies close together under the hot water. I
played with himand knelt to see if he could cum again. He didn't but the
attention of mytongue and warm mouth made him moan.

We crawledinto bed and kissed until dreams replaced the reality of our
surpriseexperience. And in the morning, as I had predicted, he was gone.

Brad knockedon my door asking if I was ready. I let him in despite my
nudity. I was feelinghorny and would have been ready to suck him off or
bend over and take him.

"Hey we'rerunning late" Brad terminated the momentary fantasy and stood
there talking asI dressed. I let him watch, I wanted him.

The churchwas packed. Bridesmaids wore nearly ugly dresses waiting in the
lobby. Tuxedo'dushers and other friends of Jesse were dotted about the
church. A stringquartet played some Elton John music which I liked.

I found someof the guys I had gotten to grab during the football game and
sat amongst them.

Brad appearedby me and whispered "Have you seen Jesse?" I shook my
head. Technically I hadn'tseen him that morning.

Time passedand the church occupants shifted, whispered and wondered.

"Guests and family..." the announcement came from Jesse's father. He invited
all to go to thereception hall for refreshments and apologized as the
wedding was cancelled.

"He's gone" Brad told me and some of the others "let's get drunk before they
kick us out."

I went back to my motel room and packed. I suspected Jesse had gone back to
the apartmentbuilding and much more importantly why.

Brad stood watching as I waved and got into the Corvair for the drive
home. In the rearview mirror I saw him shrug and wave back.

I'd see himback at the apartment too.