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By: JayLikestoRead



During my last year in college, I lived in a house where my lease gave me a room by myself and living area that I shared. When my original roommate moved out after the first semester, a junior from Malaysia moved in. I could never learn to pronounce his given name, but he went by Paul. We got along okay, and I learned a little about his country. He was the third Malaysian in my last four roommates, and the first of the three that I hadn't wanted to strangle. He didn't even lock his door when he'd leave. One day I accepted a package for him, so I took it into his bedroom. It wasn't so bad that I'd call it a pig sty, but I couldn't see any place to set the package! I went over to his desk and figured I'd stack some of his papers on top of other papers. I set the package on his chair and looked at his desk top. 

Front and center, there was a thin catalog with "XXX" in large print near the top and assorted small rectangular pictures. I picked it up to move it, and I noticed that these were pictures of men. I picked the catalog up, along with some other mail that was underneath, put it on top of the other stuff that was off to the right and placed the package in the space that I'd just cleared. My roommate was gay. Despite my conservative upbringing, I didn't have a problem with it; it just came as a surprise because I'd never known a gay guy before. (As far as I knew. Doubtless, I'd known at least a couple people who didn't choose to reveal that fact to me.) When Paul came home, I told him there was a package on his desk. He thanked me and went to his room, and I didn't see him again that night. Afterward, I remembered that he had left a flier on the kitchen table a few days ago giving the exhibition schedule for the college museum for the semester, and that one of the displays was gay- and lesbian-themed art.

In the months that I'd had this apartment, I never bothered to lock the door when I showered, but the next morning I did. I knew it was silly, not to mention conceited, but knowing that Paul was gay somehow made it seem necessary. While I was in the shower, something unexpected happened. As I sometimes did, I was soaping my dick up and masturbating at the same time, and suddenly in my mind it was Paul doing both jobs. It didn't gross me out. He was standing behind me to do this, so I didn't see his dick to imagine whether it looked like the ones I saw in the catalog. (Which, by the way, were freakishly long, compared to the ones I'd seen in hetero porn.) I came before long, and I imagined my cum gathering on his hand. The flight of fancy ended when I came. I finished my shower and toweled off, but I noticed my dick was still hard. My erection subsided as I finished my morning routine. The flier that I remembered was now on the refrigerator door, and the exhibition was next week. It wasn't circled, of course. 

For the next few days, I only saw Paul as he came home. He'd go into his room and close the door while I studied or watched TV, and soon I'd go to my own room. Sunday night, though, neither of us had anything we needed to do. I was sitting in the recliner and watching a movie I'd rented, and he had just come back from his job. He recognized the scene as one of his favorites, so he sat on the couch and we watched the rest of it together. After I put the movie away, he went to his room. This time he didn't close the door. I gathered my nerve and said, "Knock, knock!" Paul looked up and I walked in. "I've been meaning to ask you something." I paused. "Are you gay?" When he hesitated, I said, "I mean, I don't have a problem with it. I'm just curious."

Paul said, "I'm trying to figure it out. Why do you ask?" I told him about the catalog, trying to make it clear that I wasn't snooping when I saw it. "Yeah, a friend of mine who is gay sent that to me. I told him I was trying to sort things out, and he thought if I saw some of this, it would make my mind up one way or another. Those pictures, though, ..." He made a face as if he were tasting bitter medicine.

"That was my reaction, too," I told him. "I didn't think that was biologically feasible! Anyway, I also noticed that you posted the museum schedule just as the Gay and Lesbian Exhibition is about to start."

"I did?" he said with amusement. "That's just a coincidence. I moved it to the refrigerator a couple weeks ago to remind myself about the Southeast Asia display. That was last week."

I laughed at myself. "Well, I sure feel silly about that!" We continued our discussion. The only person we both knew was Jeanie, a sophomore who lived upstairs, and he hadn't told her. Apart from her, that meant I didn't have to worry about letting it slip, because I was probably never going to be in a position to talk to anyone that would matter. We also learned that neither of us had been with a man or a woman before. He hadn't been with a woman because the interest hadn't been there, and I hadn't because I just had bad luck. The conversation led to other, completely unrelated topics before Paul told me that he had an early class.

The kitchen was between my bedroom and the bathroom. The next morning, as I headed for the shower, I saw the museum schedule, and it dawned on me that I was more interested in the gay art show than Paul was! Now that everything was out in the open, I no longer had the irrational need to lock the bathroom door. I started on the same soaping fantasy that I'd had the week before, but it changed. Instead of Paul appearing out of nowhere, now I imagined hearing him open the bathroom door and pulling the shower curtain open. He was naked, and his cock looked like the ones in the catalog pictures. He stepped behind me and picked up where the original fantasy had begun, but now, in my imagination, I felt that cock rubbing on the inner part of my lower thigh. I could also feel his stubble on my shoulder. When his cock got close to mine, I asked him to fuck me, but then I came for real, and the fantasy ended. I was forced to acknowledge that I kind of liked the idea.

That night I had one of those group exams where all the sections take the same test at once, and when I got back, Paul had already closed his door. The next night he was out with his friends, and the night after, I went out with mine. The next night, though, I was in my room writing cover letters when I heard him come home from his job. I finished the one I was working on and came out to see him. He was on the couch, relaxing in front of the television. "Hey, Troy," he said casually.

I'd lost too many opportunities with women because I hesitated when I was nervous, and I wasn't about to miss out on this one. "Hey, Paul. You said you're trying to figure out if you're gay. Well, I've been wondering the same thing about myself."

"How come you didn't tell me before?" he asked. "We've been good friends so far."

"I didn't really figure it out until we started talking about you last week."

"Okay. Murad, the friend who sent me the catalog, told me it happens that way for some guys. Well, it doesn't just 'happen'. You don't turn gay, but that's sometimes what makes you realize it."

"Right," I said. "So anyway, since I'm curious and you're curious, ..." I mustered my courage. "Why don't we try it together?" Paul didn't answer immediately. "You can suck—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know what you're saying, but it's a big step. I need to think about it," Paul said.

I realized how I must have sounded, so I said, "No rush. I'm up for it if you are."

I went back to the living room and Paul shouted from his room, "I'm free tomorrow." My pulse picked up. "Do you wanna see the art show?"

My pulse normal again, I turned back and said, "Sure!"

I didn't really expect the various pieces to be explicit, and for the most part it was just depictions of two men or two women kissing or hugging. The closest thing was a metal sculpture where one man was hugging another from behind, and the forms were so vague you couldn't tell whether they were supposed to be clothed and hugging or naked and fucking. We got back at 8:30, and the college basketball team had a game on the West Coast at nine, so Paul turned the TV on while I made some pop corn. I poured it into a bowl and went to the living room. Paul was sitting on the couch. I sat down next to him, and he moved away from the center. 

When the pop corn was gone, the game had been going on for fifteen minutes and we were up by four points. The coach for the other team called a time-out and they went to commercial. Paul turned to me and said, "I've thought about it. Let's give it a try." 

"You're sure?" I said.

Paul put his hand on my thigh. "Absolutely. What have I got to lose?" 

I put my hand on his and pulled it higher. He found my crotch and started rubbing it through my jeans. "Mmm, that feels good," I told him. "How 'bout you?"

"It feels better than fondling myself, that's for sure," he said. "Has a girl ever done it to you?"

"One girl, a couple times," I answered.

"Did you like it better from her or from me?" Paul asked.

"Hard to say," I told him. "She turned out to be a cock tease, and I can't separate the physical feeling from the bad memory."

Paul took his hand off me. "So do you think maybe you're interested in guys because of a bad experience?"

I put my hand on his thigh and said, "No, 'cause I had enough good experiences with women since then. Just no actual sex." I found his crotch and started rubbing it. "How's it feel to you?"

Paul leaned back, still in a sitting position, and closed his eyes. "Nice," he said. "Keep doing that."

I could see the shape of his cock forming under his pants. I rubbed his cock lengthwise and then reached under his fly to find the top of his zipper. "Help me out a little," I said. Paul pushed my hand away and unbuckled his belt. When he pulled the ends of his belt to the sides, I pulled his zipper down and rubbed his crotch through his underwear. He was wearing something that looked like Speedo material, but not as revealing. I got my hand between his pants and his underwear and stroked his cock some more.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned. "That feels good."

Encouraged, I found the hem of his underwear and pulled it back. I still couldn't see his cock, but I could feel his cockhead through his foreskin. Equally important, I could tell that his cock was well within the normal range, rather than the kind that we both found grotesque. I located the bottom of his head and got two fingers around it. I stroked the head up and down, the closest approximation I could do to how I masturbate. "How's this feel?" I asked. His answer consisted of raising his hips and pulling his pants down to his knees. I got four fingers most of the way around his cock, since the underwear was still between us, and I stroked it a few times. It grew long enough that his cockhead poked past the hem. I let go of it and pulled his underwear back until his right testicle was the only thing I couldn't see. I wrapped my hand around it again, the first time I'd felt another man's cock directly. 

I stroked it some more, and Paul moaned his approval. "Oh, man, that's great!" I stroked it some more, and he got really hard. I don't think I'd ever seen my own cock that hard, and I'm sure I hadn't seen one that hard in any of the porn I'd seen. I stroked it even faster, just to see how hard it could get. If it was five inches when I saw the outline, it must have been seven when Paul shouted, "Yeah, I'm coming!" 

"Lie back," I told him. He moved quickly and I pointed his cock in the air. Paul shouted something in Malay. I'd tasted my own cum once when I was a teenager, but I wasn't ready for someone else's yet, so I let it fly up in the air and land wherever, which meant that a teaspoon or two landed on my hand and wrist. I won't exaggerate the volume; it was probably about the same amount that I'd seen come out of my own cock when I read a really hot letter in "Penthouse", but feeling it was pretty exciting. When he finished coming, I asked him, "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

Paul sat up again and replied, "Couldn't you tell?"

I held my wet hand up and said, "Yeah, I had a pretty good idea."

Paul leaned in and said, "Now let's see how you like it." He pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips. I was already getting hard. He ran his finger down my spine and I got a chill. When he reached my butt, he moved his hand to the front and started rubbing my crotch. I thought my pants would burst, he got me so hard.

I lay back and unbuckled my pants. Paul unzipped them, and I pulled them down to my knees like he had done. As soon as my pants were down my cock pointed out through the opening in my boxers, so Paul didn't get the opportunity to stroke me through my underwear like I did to him. He put his thumb and forefinger around my head and stroked them up and down a few times. "I liked how you started off this way," he told me.

"That was lucky," I told him. "If you'd been poking out like I am, I would have taken the whole thing at once. But I'll keep that in mind." He kept going with just the thumb and forefinger, and I said, "Yeah, just stick with that for a while."

"You got it," Paul said. He must have kept at it that way for two minutes before I got so hard that he couldn't hold on. "Sorry, I gotta use my whole hand."

"Get off for a moment and I'll make it easier for you," I told him. He did, and I took off my shoes and pants. Paul took all his clothes off while he was up. Instead of getting back on the couch, he knelt in front of me. I had lost some of my erection during all this, and my cock was back inside my boxers. Paul pulled the boxers down to the middle of my thighs. He grasped my cock with his right hand and started stroking me again. He held me much more gently than I hold myself when I masturbate. "Switch hands," I told him, and he did. My head was at his right, and he was now using his left hand to jack me off. "Put your other hand under my head," I said. Paul must have read my mind. He got his hand in without missing a stroke, and he leaned down to kiss me again. This time I opened my mouth.

Paul saw that and he opened his too. I savored the feelings of his hand and his open mouth before I ventured forward with my tongue. He touched it with his for a few seconds and pulled back. "Make up your mind," he said. "I can stroke you or I can kiss you, but I can't concentrate on both."

"Keep going," I said. "You can kiss me when you're done."

Paul kept stroking me and I told him, "I'm gonna come!" He stroked me even harder and then let go. I'd never come this hard when I masturbated. My cock was pointed back a little bit toward me. Instead of shooting straight up, my cum peaked a little over my belly button. At least that's what I guessed, since some of it landed just below the college name on my sweatshirt. "Let me see your hand," I told him.

Paul let go of my cock and waved his hand over my face. "Dry," he said. 

"Sorry you didn't get to feel what I did," I said. 

"That's okay, you'll make up for it soon enough," Paul told me. He pulled my underwear off and got onto the couch between my legs. "This is what you really want to try, isn't it?"

"Part of it," I answered. Paul held my cock back with his left hand and lifted my balls with his right. He licked each one in turn, and then he sucked each one into his mouth. "You sure you haven't been with a guy before?"

He let my left ball out and answered, "I'm just doing what I've read about." 

"You're very well"—I stopped as he ran his tongue from the bottom of my shaft up the underside—"read!" He held my dick down and licked me from just below the head to the place where my cock meets my groin. He held my cock up and lifted his head back. "Do it," I said without hesitation. 

Paul lowered his head and let my cock enter his lips without moving them. Once he was past the head, he got his tongue under it and went down until it touched the back of his throat. I'd never felt anything as good as his lips sliding down the length of my dick. He got all but an inch or so in. He slowly moved back up and let me out. "Like it?" he asked.

"Do it again," I urged him. This time he opened his lips a little more and went down again. He must have relaxed his throat muscles, because he got all but a half-inch inside, and I was even harder than the first time. He ran his tongue around my cock, clockwise and then counterclockwise. "Up and down!" I said. He rose up and ran his tongue around my cock head before coming back down. I could feel him suck the air out between my cock and his mouth. "Yeahh ...," I groaned. Paul dispensed with the easy manner. He went up and down with greater and greater speed. He accidentally let me out once, but got me back in quickly. I wasn't quite ready to come, but I knew it wouldn't be long. "Here it comes," I told him. "Do what you want with it." Paul was coming down when I said it. He came back up and hesitated. He came down halfway and pursed his lips around me. When I looked down, the sight of my cock disappearing into his mouth put me over the top. I yelled something and let loose.

Paul ran his tongue around my dick and came back up just enough that he could wrap his hand around it. He let me out of his mouth and pointed me up again, and the next couple strands of my cum just sort of poured over the edge and down his hand. He held his hand up and said, "I told you you'd make it up to me." He moved up and asked, "So can I kiss you now?"

I reached up and found his butt. I pulled him forward, and soon he was on top of me. He came down and we kissed again. I ground my cock into his crotch as he kissed me even harder. I could taste my cum in his mouth as our tongues were briefly in a fencing match. He pulled back and I told him, "That was fantastic!"

"So I'm good at sucking?" Paul asked with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, but I was just talking about the kiss," I answered. Paul leaned over and kissed me again. I put my hands on his butt, and he ground his crotch below my cock. I knew what that should lead to, but I wasn't ready yet. I reached under his chin and ended the kiss. "Now I get to try it."

Paul got off me and looked toward his bedroom. "Why don't we go somewhere where there's more room?"

Remembering the condition of his room, I countered, "How 'bout my bed?" We went to my room and Paul hopped onto the bed. He lay back and spread his legs. "Have at it," he said. Much as he had done to me, I lifted his cock up, but I licked him from the top of his perineum as far down as I could reach, which wasn't quite to his asshole. I held his cock down on his stomach and licked my way back up. I took both his balls into my mouth and ran my tongue across them while I kept them there. I let go of his balls and his cock. I licked the underside of his cock from bottom to top and swirled my tongue around his head. I felt greedy. Instead of doing the top of his shaft like he'd done for me, I took his cockhead into my mouth right away. I was about to go down, but I remembered thinking that he must have relaxed his throat muscles. I did the same and then bobbed straight down. "Oh, God, that feels good," he said. I moved a little to the left and got my finger underneath his butt. I bobbed faster and faster while I felt around trying to find his asshole. I knew I'd found it when he lifted his butt suddenly and I briefly thought I was going to choke on his cock. He stood still in that position, and I got my index finger inside him up to the first knuckle. "Hold off, Troy, I'm not sure I want to do that yet."

He lowered himself to the mattress again, and his cock came out of my mouth. I moved my hand so that my fingertip was still touching his asshole as he went. "I need to finish this anyway," I told him. I grasped his cock with my left hand and fed myself the head. Now I was stroking him and sucking him at the same time.


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"Oh, God! Oh, fuck!" he groaned.

I took him out but kept stroking him and asked, "Are you gonna come?"

"Yeah!" he yelled.

I put my hands under his butt and held him up. His cum was flying in all directions. He got some in his own mouth, and I got some in mine as I hoped. Some landed on our hands, a little on my own dick, but most importantly, the last few spurts just sort of dribbled between his legs and over his ass. I eased him back down and slid up beside him. He rolled onto his side to face me and put his arm over my side. I moved toward him and kissed him. "Does your own taste as good as mine did?"

"Mm-hmm," he said. He pulled me even closer so our cocks were touching. He held me close and kissed me harder. Both our cocks were getting big again, and I couldn't tell whose cum was getting rubbed into my stomach. Looking back, it was probably both. Paul pulled back to give us some breathing room, but I pushed forward, and my cock went between his legs. I was already leaking pre-cum again, so I went back and forth as if I were fucking a woman. "I like that," he said. He pulled away from me and got on all fours. 

I knelt behind him and said, "Damn, your ass is lookin' good." I moved forward so my cock was touching his scrotum. 

"I'm not ready yet," Paul told me. "Just do what you were doing."

"In that case, roll onto your side," I said. He did, and I got behind him. I put my cock between his legs again and my arm over his side. I resumed leg-fucking him. I also found his cock and started stroking him again, but slowly this time. Paul turned his head back and we tried to kiss some more. I let go of his cock and told him, "I see what you mean. It's hard to do both at once."

"My dick'll take care of itself," Paul said. "Kiss me some more."

I found that I could kiss him and hump him without much difficulty. After a couple minutes of tasting myself and just generally feeling really sexy, I told him, "I'm gonna come."

"Me, too," Paul said. 

"Open your legs a little," I told him. He lifted the upper leg, and I moved my dick up so it was touching his. When he felt that, he put his leg back down and held our dicks together. I could feel us both coming at the same time! When we finished, Paul let go and held his hand up. I could see it was wet. 

"That was awesome," he said.

We lay in my bed and talked a little. We both enjoyed what we'd done. I told him about the shower fantasy, and he told me he fantasized about getting fucked on a kitchen table. We fell asleep in my bed, but when I woke up, Paul had gone back to his own room. The next day, I made sure to leave the bathroom door unlocked when I showered. Nothing happened. Paul had a class that night, and he didn't get back until I'd gone to sleep, so we didn't have a chance to do anything.

Friday morning as I was in the shower, I reached down to pick up the shampoo and I heard the curtain opening behind me. I put the shampoo down and backed up slowly. "Hey, there," Paul said. 

"Good morning," I said, and I wondered whether he had a wicked grin on his face like I did. He reached around me, and I could see that he had soaped his hands up.

I stood still while he ran his hands over my chest and then my crotch. He held my left leg steady while he soaped my dick with his right hand. Just as I had imagined, I could feel his stubble on my shoulder, but it didn't really turn me on the way I thought it would. He let the soap fall to the floor and grasped my cock. He stroked me several times and asked, "Does it feel as good as you imagined?"

"Better," I said. "It's the same angle as when I masturbate. Mmm, yeah, jack me off, Paul." By necessity, he had pulled me all the way back to him while he did this, and I could feel his cock growing between my legs. That got me close to the edge. "Oh, God, I'm gonna come!"

"Yeah, come for me, Troy!"

"Stop stroking," I panted. He did, and I looked down. I could see myself coming almost straight ahead. "Oh, fuck, that's so erotic," I said.

When I stopped coming, Paul tried to move past me. "My turn," he said. 

He bent over, picking up the soap, and I said, "That looks inviting." 

"First things first," Paul said. He handed me the soap and put his hands on the wall of the shower. I soaped his entire back and legs before I came back for his ass, making sure I got plenty of soap between his cheeks. He stood up straight, and I reached around to do his front. I got all his chest and then his upper thighs. "Don't tease me," he said, not quite pleading.

I reached underneath to get his balls extra clean. "I'd love to lick you clean, but I don't want soap in my mouth," I said. I held my palm face up to do the underside of his cock. Then, as he'd done, I let him go so I could get lots of suds on my hands. I wrapped my left arm around his stomach, holding him to me, grasped his dick in my right hand. I started jacking him off, and I also kissed him on the neck.

He leaned forward, so I guess it didn't do anything for him either. When he did that, I lost my grip for a moment. "Don't stop," he implored me. I found his cock again and stroked him even harder. Paul's a few inches shorter than me, so I could actually see what I was doing. It was so hot, seeing his dick get hard and feeling mine get hard at the same time. I kept at it for what felt like a minute longer than he'd done me and wondered when he was going to come. Maybe he'd come while he was doing me, so it was taking him a while to recover. Whatever it was, he took his hand off his cock before he came. He put his hands against the wall again and turned back to look at me. "Fuck me," he said.

I raised my cock and pointed it at his asshole. I put my left hand on his hip to steady myself. "Sure you're ready?" I asked. 

"Yeah, I think the two of us have made enough lube by now," Paul answered. I got the head in, and he moved his head in a way that suggested he was wincing or some thing. "Be careful," he said.

I pushed in a little further, and then I pulled back so only the head was in. "Like that?" I asked. 

Before he could answer, I pushed enough that I could only see half my cock. "Yeah, that's good," he moaned. Now that I was securely inside of him, I could put both hands on his hips. I pulled back and moved in a little further. "Now you're there," he told me. "Go for it." I was glad he had insisted that we get more lube going, because that last inch was the hardest to do. I pulled back and went in with a little more force.

I went faster and faster, and he ground his ass back toward me as I did. "Yeah, your ass feels so good," I managed to yell. I remembered hearing my old roommate with a girl he had picked up at a party, and I hoped the ceiling was thicker than the walls.

"So's your dick," Paul assured me.

"Stay still for a minute," I said. He did. Now I was doing all the work. I bent my knees a little, moving down and continued fucking him, but now at a slightly upward angle. I looked down and saw my cock going in and out of him, seemingly under its own power. It was truly an erotic sight.

Paul moaned. "I think you just hit my prostate," he told me.

"Great!" I said, not stopping. "Hopefully you'll do the same to me."

"You're really filling me up," he said. "You ready to come?"

"Mm-hmm," I answered.

"I'll help you," he said. He ground back toward me like he'd been doing before. "Fuck me harder," he grunted.

"Here it comes," I told him, and before I finished the sentence I was coming in his ass. "Oh, fuck," I grunted, "oh, shit." He leaned forward, and my cock popped out of him. I held it up in the air and saw my cum fly up and land on his back and butt cheeks. Paul looked backward to see it. When I finished coming, we both just said, "Wow." He turned the water off and I said, "In straight porn the guy always pulls out and comes on her back or her stomach, and it looks just like that. I bet they do it that way in gay porn too."

"That's what my friends tell me," Paul confirmed, and he stepped out of the shower.

"Don't you wanna fuck me?" I asked, more surprised than disappointed.

"No time," he answered. "I've got just enough time to grab a quick breakfast before I get dressed."

We both toweled off, shaved and brushed our teeth. I slapped his butt a couple times, making sure he wasn't shaving at the time. "Tonight?" I asked.

"I have to close at work," he said. "I don't want you to stay up for me and be disappointed."

"Okay," I said. "We'll just see what happens."

I kept myself busy that night until 11:30 and went to bed. I awoke in the middle of the night with a hard-on. I had just turned the light out when I heard the front door being unlocked. I got up excitedly, dressed only in my boxers, and walked out to the kitchen. Paul looked in my direction and told me, "Not now. I've been on my feet all night, and I probably smell like sandwich meat."

"Maybe you just need a shower," I hinted.

Paul seemed annoyed. "I do, but—" He stopped. "I'll tell you what. Didn't you tell me that the couch opens into a bed?"

"Yeah."

"Open it up. When I get out of the shower, I'll join you."

"Great!" I said. Paul went into the bathroom and I pulled the couch open. There weren't any sheets on the mattress, since my old roommate was the last one who had used it as a bed. I pulled a comforter out of my closet and put that on top. Then I got a regular sheet and put that over the comforter. I could hear Paul drying his hair, and I got under the sheet.

A minute later, he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw the bed and went to his bedroom. When he came back, he had lost the towel and he was carrying a quilt. He handed me one end and said, "Help me spread this." I got out from under the sheet and we did. We went around turning the lights out and then got under the covers. Paul turned away from me and said, "I'm still worn out, but tomorrow I don't have to be any place to be. We can suck and fuck all day long if you want." I hoped he couldn't see the huge grin on my face.

I generally sleep on my back. I woke up in the morning with a warm feeling below my waist. I looked down and Paul's head was poking up from under the sheets, his mouth on my dick. "Making yourself breakfast, I see," I said.

"For both of us," Paul answered. He swung around so that his dick was over my mouth. As he went up and down on my cock, I licked the underside of his from the head to the balls. I took each ball in my mouth, and then I pushed him forward and down a little, so I could lick his asshole. Paul took me out of his mouth long enough to say, "Don't do that unless you mean it."

I pushed his hips back up, and his cock was on my chin. I pulled his cock to ward me and ran my tongue around the head. I lifted my head to get more of it in my mouth and sucked on the head. Paul went down, got all of my cock in his mouth and held it there. He sucked so hard that I spread my legs involuntarily and let him out of my mouth. He must have licked his index finger at some point, because he reached under me and easily slid it into my asshole. "Yeah ...," I moaned. I lined his cock up over my face and told him, "Fuck my mouth, Paul." He raised and lowered his hips, sliding his cock up and down the length of my tongue. Amazingly, he still had my cock in his mouth, and he was licking or sucking the whole time. He dropped his hips, and I thought for a moment I'd choke. He also got his finger all the way into my ass.

I felt like I was about to come, and then Paul raised his hips. He must have felt the air on his wet cock. I say that because I got the same feeling when he let me out of his mouth. "I know what you've been waiting for," he told me. "Are you ready?"

He went right back down on my cock before I could answer. I answered, "Yeah, fuck me, please!" It was kind of garbled, not only because I was coming when I said it, but because his cock was still hanging over my mouth.

I hoped he was going to swallow my cum again, but he pointed my cock a little bit toward my stomach and let my cum fall there. When my orgasm subsided, he started rubbing my cum toward my crotch. "Lift your butt," he told me, and I did. He bathed his index finger in my cum and ran it below my cock and into my ass. He didn't try to get two fingers in, but he did take his index finger out and repeat the same treatment with his middle finger.

"Let me make it easier," I said, and I started to roll over.

Paul stopped me. "You don't have to do that," he said. He turned toward a book case and said, "But just for good measure, ..." He picked up a jar. I couldn't read the label from that distance without my contacts in, but it must have been some sort of lubricant. I could see him open the jar and dip his fingers in it. He rubbed it into my anus, and then he applied some to the head of his cock. He moved around between my legs and lifted them so my knees were over his shoulders. I could feel his cock head at my asshole and it made my own cock hard again. He got the head in and asked, "Okay?"

"Fine so far." I felt his hands supporting my butt cheeks as he pushed in a little further. I felt secure as he held me in place. "Yeah, that's good," I told him. Emboldened, he moved his hands from my butt to my hips and pushed down gently. I could feel his balls on my ass, so I figured he must have been all the way in. "How's it feel on your end?" I asked.

"Amazing," he answered. "Now I know why you were so eager." He pulled back and started fucking me in earnest.

I was in heaven. "That's it, fill me up, Paul!" I cried. That inspired him, and he picked up the pace. "Oh, God, yes, look how hard you're making me!"

Paul had been looking straight ahead, but when I said this, he looked down and started stroking me. "Damn, Troy, I think you're gayer than I am!"

"Shut up and fuck me," I said. He went a little faster—I don't think he could have gone much faster at this point—but now he was harder than he'd been at any point since he entered me. I felt like my ass was going to explode, it felt so good. I could feel his cock getting more and more engorged and I knew what was about to happen. He tried to pull back, but I pushed him toward me with my heels. "Don't pull out of me, you cocksucker!" I growled. He stopped for a moment and looked offended. "Well, you are," I said.

"I can't argue with you there," Paul agreed.

It was too late for him to start fucking me again, but I accomplished what I wanted. He started coming in my ass. "Yeah, that's what I want," I moaned. "Don't let go." He held my hips so his cock wouldn't pop out like mine had the other day, and when he did, I came with him. Some of my cum stuck to his chin, and some more went up even higher and landed on my chest. When we both finished coming, I loosened my grip and he let my legs slide to the mattress. He didn't make any effort to pull out of me, but it came out on its own as he crawled up the length of my chest. He licked the cum off me, then moved up and stuck his tongue out over my mouth.

I stuck mine out and tasted my cum. Then I put my hands on the back of his head, pulling him down and kissing him deeply. We lay there like that for a few minutes, and I was still smiling and gazing into his eyes when he rolled to the side. "This is great," I told him, "but I really need to study for my mid-terms."

"Same here. Let's put the bed up."

We put it up and tried studying in the kitchen, but I couldn't help myself from rubbing his cock under the table. We went to our own rooms, but when he used the bathroom, he came to my room afterward and lay on the bed facing me. I said, "This isn't working. I'm going to the library."

"Good idea," Paul said. "Tomorrow I'll go and you can study here."

For the rest of the week, leading up to spring break, we were like honeymooners. We sucked, fucked or just plain groped every chance we got. On Monday Paul came home from work with some sheets big enough to fit the mattress and we broke them in immediately. There was one day when we didn't even bother rolling the bed back up.

I went home over break, but he stayed behind and worked. I got hard while I was driving back Sunday night. I wanted to fulfill his kitchen table fantasy. Then we'd go to the shower and he'd fuck me. I hoped he was home so we could get right to it. When I walked through the door, I noticed that he'd closed his bedroom door. I heard something creaking, and at first I thought it was the people upstairs. I picked up my mail and went to my room. It was louder now, and I recognized Paul's voice. He was in his room with someone else. I didn't feel jealous; I just thought, "Well, I guess he's sure now."

I stayed in my room, hoping not to embarrass Paul or his date. I surfed the 'net for a while, and I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't process it when I heard two voices that I recognized. I got up to get a Coke, and when I closed the door I saw Jeanie leaving Paul's room. Her T-shirt was long enough that I couldn't tell whether she had anything on underneath it. "Hi, Troy!" she said. "How was your break?" She asked so casually that I guessed she had no idea that this was an awkward moment. 

"It was okay," I told her. "I saw some old friends and went on a job interview." Paul had come out and was barefoot but otherwise fully clothed.

Jeanie headed to the door and Paul told her, "See ya later."

"See ya," she said to both of us, and she left.

After she closed the door, I held back tears that I didn't understand. "What—What—?"

"You didn't think you'd see me with a woman, did you?" Paul asked. I shook my head. "Sit down," he said, pointing to the couch.

I did. "I thought you weren't interested in women!"

"I told you I was trying to figure things out," Paul explained. "After last week, you and I were on the same page. But, you know how some women like seducing married men? And some women have a thing for cops?"

"I've heard of that," I said.

"Well, Friday I told Jeanie that I'd finally done it with a guy, and I liked it. And I did, I really did. I didn't tell her it was you. I figured since this was new to you, you probably weren't ready to tell anyone else."

"Thanks," I said.

Paul continued, "Anyway, it turns out Jeanie's one of those women who like trying to seduce gay guys."

"And she succeeded."

"Sort of. She's been here since yesterday afternoon, so she probably thinks she did. Truth is, I was sure I was gay after you and I did it, but when she started coming on to me, I wasn't sure any more. Once I caught on to what she was doing, I played along. All the things you'd expect a man and woman to do, we did."

"So what'd you decide?"

Paul put his hand on my shoulder. "You're a good friend and a good lover. When you thought I was gay and you weren't, you treated me the way I'd want all people to treat each other."

"But I—"

"I know, you told me about locking the bathroom door, but I don't count that. The fact that you felt bad about it means that you still considered me worthy of the same basic human respect as anyone else. Anyway, I tried all that stuff with you, and I enjoyed it. You're a great fuck. In fact"—he leaned in and whispered—"you're probably better in bed than Jeanie is." He resumed his normal conversational level. "But just seeing your cock never really turned me on. When I looked at you or even the guys in the catalog, I didn't think, 'Boy, I'd like to suck his dick!' or even, 'I wonder if he's seeing anyone.' Jeanie's just okay-looking, but as soon as I saw her unhooking her bra, I couldn't wait to see her boobs. And the first time I came in side her pussy, I just sorta knew that this is my thing. Now, after the first time I fucked you, when we were kissing, I could tell you were really feeling it. You looked at me like you loved me. I never felt that way myself."




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I sat there speechless for a moment and asked, "So, do you love her?"

Paul chuckled. "Oh, hell, no! At least not that way. She knows what she was doing, and so do I. I suppose I'll always be grateful to you and her both for helping me figure things out, but she's not girlfriend material. In fact, now that she doesn't think I'm gay, she'll probably lose interest." Now I was the one laughing. "What is it?" he asked.

"I was just thinking, after the way I reacted when I saw the porn catalog, isn't it funny that I'm gay—and you're not?"

He laughed along with me. "And if you're still not sure, I could always tell Jeanie you're gay too!"

If he did tell her, she didn't follow through. I graduated that spring, and my only regret was that all this didn't happen sooner. As sure as Paul said he was when he came inside Jeanie, I was just as sure the first time he came inside me. If I'd known I was gay all along, I might have joined the gay student group, whatever they called themselves. I might have met the right guy, or at least had a couple good hook-ups. When I came back that fall for homecoming, I didn't see Paul's name or Jeanie's on the mailbox. I found out from the landlord that Paul had transferred to another school, and Jeanie had gotten pregnant and dropped out. He didn't seem to know any more than that, but I wondered if they were connected. Maybe one day I'll Google her name and see if she's got a half-Asian kid with a December birthday.