Date: Sat, 5 Feb 2000 22:02:53 -0600
From: terry585@yahoo.com
Subject: My Unexpected Lover

His hair was very black and hung down over his forehead and he was always
sweeping it back.  He smiled a lot and those beautiful blue eyes would
flash.  The black hair combined with the blue eyes gave him the most
remarkable stare.  Every time I looked into those eyes I'd blush and my
legs would begin to give way.  I couldn't help it and I couldn't figure it
out.  "I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay".  I kept saying it to myself
but how else could I explain my reaction to this guy.  Whenever we were
talking directly to each other I would get this overwhelming urge to lay my
head on his chest.  It was insane, I was acting like a school girl and I
didn't seem to have any control over it.  At the same time he scared me a
lot.  I'm only 5'8" and my build is kinda slight.  Not that I looked bad or
anything just that I wasn't a real big guy.  He on the other hand was a big
guy.  That gorgeous head was attached to massive shoulders that tapered to
a slim waist.  His legs were big and he had big hands and feet.  He was
about 6'2" and probably 190 pounds all of which I guess explain why he
liked football so much.  His crotch was packed but I could rarely bring
myself to look at it, it would just short circuit my nervous system so I
tried not to look.  I guess it's pretty obvious that when I was around Mark
I pretty much lost all control of myself.
	Mark's reaction to this was confusion.  He looked at me like he
thought I might not be playing with a full deck but he was still going to
give me the benefit of the doubt.  But he did look at me a lot.  I couldn't
understand it but every time I glanced his way he would be looking at me
with a kinda puzzled look on his face.  He'd look away quickly or make some
excuse about how he was just thinking about something.  The first couple of
weeks we were roommates he seemed to be trying to keep his distance from
and was kinda edgy but then he seemed to change and he began to relax
around me.
	Unlike a lot of college guys Mark seemed totally comfortable with
his body and after that first couple of weeks he started changing clothes
in front of me and seemed totally at ease.  Mark usually wore faded old
Levi's that were worn in the crotch and butt.  I loved watching him move.
Even though he was a big guy he moved like a cat.  I had never met anyone
with such animal magnetism.  Even if you added up the great looks, packed
crotch and hot butt it didn't account for all that was there.  There was
something more, something intangible and electric.  All of this kept me in
a state nervous excitement that had me almost nuts.  When he wasn't around
I couldn't wait for him to come and when he was around it was total
torture.  When he was paying attention to me I felt intoxicated.  I'd be
sitting at the computer and he'd walk over to see what I was looking at.
When he placed his hand on my shoulder I'd begin to sweat and blush.  God
he made me a total wreck.

	Mark's face was slowly coming closer to mine, his hair falling over
his forehead his lips slightly parted.  He kissed me gently and then moved
his tongue into my mouth.  Oh my god!  I'm cumming, I cumming!  "Bill!
Bill!  Billy wake up!"  I could feel Marks hands on my shoulders.  He was
shaking me.  "Man you're gonna be late for class.  You've gotta get up!"
Mark was leaning over me.
 "OK Mark! It's OK now I'm awake now."  I stammered.  I could feel the cum
running down my side and beginning to soak into the sheets.  God what
happened?  How did that dream happen?  Does he know I just shot a load?  He
must be able to smell it.  I can smell it.  "I'm OK Mark.  Thanks for
waking me up."  Fuck classes, all I can think of is getting Mark out of the
room so that I can clean myself up and pull myself together.  I'm sweating
and I can feel it running down the side of my face.  Shit I must look like
some kinda spaz.  "Man are you sure you're alright, you're sweating?"  He
ran his hand across my forehead and rubbed some of the sweat off.  "You
don't feel like you've got a fever."  Marks face had a look of almost
fatherly concern.  "You gonna be OK?"  "Yes-yes I'm OK.  You better get to
class I'm fine, go ahead."  Mark was kneeling next to my bed and I could
feel his shirt brushing my arm, his warm breath on my face and the
incredibly masculine smell of him.  He laid his hand on my chest.  "OK
buddy if you're sure you're alright."  He got up and started gathering up
his books.  "Well I'll catch you later guy.  Maybe we can go out for a
pizza or something."  He turned and walked out the door.  I could still
feel where his hand had been on my chest.  I had never had much interest in
girls but before this I had pretty much forced that reality out of my mind.
When I thought about it at all I convinced myself that it was probably
something that would develop in time.  The idea that I might be gay was
never allowed to surface but it was surfacing now.  I thought of my mom and
dad.  Shit!  What would they do if I was gay?  What would they say?  I
remembered all the gay jokes I'd heard my dad tell.  I remember the
ridicule and disgust in his voice.  I wanted to die.  Their little boy Bill
was a fairy.  I could feel the tears in my eyes and didn't try to stop
them.  Maybe if I just lay here I'll have a heart attack or something and
then it'll be over, the pain will stop.  I pulled the sheet over my head
and closed my eyes.  The smell of sex was still there, overwhelming under
the sheet.  I had to get up.  I swung my legs out of bed and began to roll
up the soiled bedding.  I had to get rid of it.  After showering I put on a
sweat shirt and shorts and walked to my old beater of a car.  I didn't want
to go to classes, the thought made me feel like puking but I needed to
move, to get away from that room.  I drove around the campus for a while
and then noticed I was near the football field. It seemed like it would be
as good a place as any to get away from everyone and think.  I parked the
car and walked into the stands.  Down at the other end of the field I could
see players practicing.  Shit, I thought, Mark's got to be down there.
He's the last person I wanted to see.  All of a sudden I heard someone
yelling and then the players lined up and started running around the field.
When they came abreast of me I could see that Mark was one of them.  As he
was going by he turned his head and looked at me, then smiled and continued
his run.  Just fucking great!  Now he thinks I came here to see him
practice.  I jumped down and walked to my car.  I decided to take a ride to
one of the local malls and just walk around until I got a grip on myself.
	It was late afternoon when I left the mall and got into my car to
go back to the dorm.  I turned the key in the ignition and zip, nothing
happened.  Oh shit!  Turned it again, nothing.  Oh god don't do this to me,
not today, please god, not today!  Tried again.  It started and I started
breathing again.  I pulled slowly out of my parking place and began to move
toward the parking lot exit.  I had to slow for another car and mine died.
Oh shit this wasn't good!  I tried to start it and nothing.  This time the
engine wouldn't even turn.  There obviously was no electricity going to
anything.  In case you haven't noticed I know shit about cars.  I just laid
my head against the steering wheel and began to cry.  I didn't know what to
do.  I had only a few dollars with me and about the same in my checking
account.  There was no way that I could afford to have this piece of shit
fixed.  I could call my parents but they were poor and I couldn't ask them
to send me money they didn't have.  I tried to think of who I could call
but I really didn't have any close friends at college, at least not yet.
There was only Mark and god he already probably thought I was nuts and this
would surely prove it.  I just wanted to die, just lay down on the front
seat of my car and die.  After a while I pulled myself together and walked
over to Walmart and called Mark.  He said just three words, "Be right
there."  I felt relieved and nervous.  My hands were shaking and I just
couldn't get them to stop.  This is just fucking great now if I just start
to drool on myself it'll make the picture complete.  I went and sat in my
car to wait for Mark.
	Ten minutes later Mark pulled up next to my car in his 2 year old
Celica.  His mom and dad had given it to him when he left for college and
he took great care of it.  He was wearing a tee shirt and a pair of black
Levi's and my heart skipped a beat when I saw him.  His hair was a little
messed up.  He must have left just as soon as I called.  Since the mall was
about four miles from the dorm he made record time getting to me.
	Mark opened the driver side door and just said, " Slide over and
let me give this a try."  I watched as he turned the key.  Nothing.  He
tried again.  Again nothing.
	Mark turned his head toward me.  "This an 86?" He asked.
	"I think it is.  Yes, I'm sure it is."  I said.
	"Well then I think I know what the problem might be.  I'm gonna run
over to Walmart and get something.  You stay here.  OK?"  He smiled at me.
	"OK" I said.
	"God you look like shit."  Mark was smiling.  He took my hand and
squeezed it.  "It'll be OK.  You just need to relax.  I'll take care of
it."  He let go of my hand and slid out of the car.  I was still looking
down at my hand when he was halfway to Walmart.  I think it was that moment
that I fell in love with him.  He said he'd take care of it and I believed
him, I was sure of it.  The tone of his voice, the look on his face were
like a warm breeze wrapping around me.  He'd take care of it, and I knew he
would.
	Twenty minutes later Mark got back.  He took some tools out of his
car and spend 30 minutes under the hood of mine.  I sat in the front seat
like and idiot.  I knew I couldn't help him and I guess I sensed that he
didn't expect it.  This was his thing and he was doing it.
	A sweaty greasy Mark poked his head through the window.  "Try it
now, Bill."  I turned the key and it started right away.  I was flooded
with relieve.  Mark closed the hood and came over to my window.  "I want
you to go right back to the dorm.  Don't turn off the car until you
parked."  He looked very serious.  "I don't completely trust this thing
yet.  I'll have it computer checked tomorrow."  Then he smiled.  "Relax,
you're not going to fall off the earth.  I'll be right behind you most of
the way but I need to stop at the store for a sec."  He backed away from
the car and I drove slowly to the dorm.  I watched him almost constantly in
the rearview mirror until he pulled over into the little convenience store
parking lot.
	When I got to our dorm room I washed up and sat on my bed while I
waited for Mark.  I thought about all that had happened today.  I wondered
what Mark was really thinking.  Any of his jock friends would have made a
better roommate for him than me.  We were so different.  He was great
athlete with a terrific body.  He was also a good student who could hold
his own with anyone.  I was a jerk, a nerd, a loser.
	A couple of minutes later Mark walked into the room.  He was
carrying a sixpack of beer and he stopped just inside the door and looked
at me.  He smiled.  "You've had a rough day buddy.  I figured you might
need a couple of these."  He pulled off a couple of beers and popped the
tops.
	"Mark I'm really sorry you had to come and save my butt.  I just,"
I didn't know what to say.  I lifted a hand and just dropped it back into
my lap.  I sat there starring at the floor.
	Mark walked over to the window.  He lit a cigarette and starred out
into the twilight.
	"I didn't know you smoked." I said.
	He glanced at me.  "I don't."  He cracked the window and flipped
the butt out.
	Almost to himself he said.  "Damn!  I didn't want this to happen.
Not now, not yet."
	"I'm really sorry Mark.  I thought the car would be OK."  I said
lamely.  He turned to me with a confused look on his face.  "Oh the car."
He said.  "I don't give a fuck about the car" He walked over to me and
knelt down in front of me.  Even kneeling down his face was almost even
with mine.  He reached up and took my face in his hands.  With his thumbs
he wiped the tears out of my eyes.  "You shouldn't cry.  It kills me when I
see you cry."  He pulled my face to his and kissed me gently on the mouth.
I started trembling and he pulled me down to him.  He wrapped his arms
around me and pulled my head down to his chest.  I didn't resist, I
couldn't.  I just felt myself melting into him.  I was crying even more now
but for a different reason.  I knew in that instant that this was the
rightest thing in the world for me.  I knew with all my heart that I
belonged there in his arms.
	He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face off his chest.
"We'll talk about this.  We've got a lot to talk about but tomorrow not
now."  He smiled at me and smoothed my hair with his hands.  Mark began
kissing me again but with even greater intensity.  He stood up and pulled
me up with him breaking our kiss for a moment while he pulled my shirt off
over my head.  He bent his head down and started licking my nipples.  Then
we pulled me over to his bed.  Mark told me to lay down on the bed and I
did.  All during this time it was as if I had lost my sense of free will.
He had only to touch me and it was like throwing a switch, I found myself
doing whatever he told me to do.  I was totally overcome with feeling of
love and especially trust for him.  I would have done anything he told me
to do.
	While I lay on the bed Mark took off his clothes and walked into
the bathroom.  When he came back into the room it was actually the first
time I saw him naked.  His cock looked enormous and was standing up at 45
degree angle.  It swayed back and forth as he walked to the bed.  He got
onto the bed and pushed my legs apart and knelt between them.  He lowered
himself slowly and wrapped his arms around me.  I could feel his warm
breath on my face and then he kissed me.  "I love you" he said, "and you're
mine."  He searched my eyes for a moment.  "OK?"  I couldn't speak so I
just nodded my head.  I lifted my head and kissed him as I held onto his
shoulders.  He was so big so overwhelming.  He kissed me back shoving his
tongue into my mouth.  I could feel the thick mat of his chest hair pressed
against my chest.  He pulled away from the kiss and taking the band of my
shorts pulled them off along with my briefs.  My cock was laying hard
against my stomach.  He tossed my shorts and then grabbed the base of my
cock with his hand.  In one quick movement he took my entire cock in his
mouth.  I had never had anything like this done to my body and I just
seemed to go into convulsions.  Mark placed his hands under my knees and
pushed them up toward my chest.  He then started licking my balls and
taking them into his mouth.  I shot off a huge load of cum, some of it
hitting my face and the rest on my chest.  Mark just looked up and said.
"Wow" He reached over to my chest and scooped up some of the cum.  He
licked up some of it and spread the rest on my asshole.  He scooted forward
on the bed and placed the head of his dick at my asshole and began a gentle
probing of it.  He would move it in until he felt resistance and then back
off.  He was slowly opening me with his cock and it took several minutes
but at last he was able to shove about two inches in.  When I felt that
happen I shot again.  I was covered in cum and sweat and the smell of sex
in the room was heavy.  I could see that Mark was moving pretty quickly
into full lust mode and soon he began to push strongly into me.  He had
been making short slow jabs into me so that I could get used to his dick
but now he pushed his cock all the way into me.  I could feel his huge
balls against the small of my back.  He was all the way in.  He left his
dick there and leaned forward and kissed me again.  With his tongue still
in my mouth he began to slowly pull his cock out of me and just as slowly
move it back.  My ass felt totally filled and I felt totally under his
control.  Sweat was pouring off his body onto mine, I could taste it.  Mark
kept up that slow deep fucking for awhile but then began to increase the
speed until he was slamming into my ass.  Pretty soon his body went rigid,
his face contorted and I could feel his cum hitting the walls of my well
used ass.  His cum spurting inside of me triggered my orgasm and I shot off
for the third time. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and my face was
pressed tight to his.  I could feel his huge dick still moving very slowly
in my ass.  On each inward stroke some of his cum was forced out of me and
ran down the crack in ass and into the sheets.  I was covered in my own cum
from the waist up and Mark's chest was moving around in it.  It was like we
were glued together with cum.
	Mark looked into my eyes.  "I didn't hurt you did I?"
	"Maybe just a little at first," I said, "but not much and then it
felt really good, it still does."
	Mark got a playful smile on his face.  "Do you want me to take my
cock out of your ass?"
	"God no," I said, "I don't ever want you take it out.  It was the
most remarkable thing ever."  I looked deep into his eyes and asked.  "Do
you really love me.  I mean, I don't understand why you love me."  He ran
his fingers through my hair and said.  "Yes.  Don't you know you've been
driving me crazy?  I don't think I could have gone on much longer.  I had
to have you but I figured you thought I was just some cruddy jock and
you're so studious and," he laughed, "and beautiful."  Mark got a very
serious expression on his face.  "Please Bill, tell me out loud in real
words that you won't ever leave me.  I need to hear it.  After all this I
couldn't face the thought of losing you."  I lifted my head and kissed him.
"Mark I'll be with you for as long as you want me."  I could feel the tears
running down my face.  "I've never felt as safe as I do with you Mark and I
couldn't love you more that I already do.  I'm yours forever sweetheart
just please never get tired of me."  We kissed for a very long time and
then Mark just laid his head on my heart while I stroked his hair.  Mark
lifted his head off my chest and looked into my eyes.  "We're lovers now, a
couple," he touched my face, "and we always will be."
	Mark's dick had slipped out of my ass and he said laughing.  "We're
gonna drown in this cum," lets get a shower and change the sheets."  I felt
his hand on my ass as we walked to the shower.
	Mark fucked me in the shower and then again later in bed.  My life
was never the same after that night.  Mark fucked me 23 times during our
first week as lovers and he never once asked if he could.  That was the
best part of it, he considered my ass to be his and when he wanted it he
took it and he still does.  Not that he's a bully or is unkind in any way,
quite the opposite.  He's a big strong tough guy but never with me.  With
me he incredibly gentle, it's almost like he's afraid I'll break.  But he
is in charge and that's the way I like it and I suppose the way that I need
it to be.  I am after all the type who would lose their head if it wasn't
attached and Mark takes care of that.  He enjoys being in control and I
guess it kinda turns me on.  I only have to look at him and I feel the need
to be fucked and he sure loves to do it.  I hope he never changes.