5 comments/ 20041 views/ 16 favorites David Gill Ch. 01 By: StackShotBilly I suppose I should start at the beginning of my story. My name is David Gill, I'm eighteen, and a senior in high school. At five feet, ten inches and about 150 pounds, I'm not a big guy, but it's not like I'm a wuss. I'm striker on the soccer team at my school and I did karate for about five years, I was pretty good at it too, so I know how to handle myself. That day started like any other, with an alarm. My clock went off at 6:30am, leaving me just enough time to shower before I left for work. I had gotten a job as a dishwasher for the past few summers, and it was my last day before school started. I turned on the water and stepped into the cubicle, the water soaking my hair and running down my chest. I turned to examine myself in the mirror, looking over my chest and stomach. I had been working out recently and it was starting to show. Realizing suddenly how long I had been in the shower, I hurriedly dried off, tousling my medium length brown hair and messily spiking it in the front. I pulled on my usual work outfit; black slacks, and white shirt. A glance at the clock on my dresser told my that I'd have to hurry if I didn't want to be late. Rushing, I pulled on my shoes as I hopped out the door. I was in luck, I had just missed my step-dad this morning. My step-dad, or Phillip, as my mom wanted me to call him, had been living with us for about a year. I never knew my real dad, as he had died soon after I was born. People are always sympathetic when they hear that, but I always figured you can't miss what you never knew. It took me about ten minutes to walk to the restaurant where I work. Strolling in the front doors, I was greeted by my supervisor, Jill. "Hey David, this is your last day isn't it?" Asked Jill, as she stacked the menus by the maitre'd podium. "Unfortunately." I replied wistfully. I really wished I could stay on, I found dishwashing to be surprisingly relaxing. However, going to a boarding school prevented me from maintaining any sort of employment. "That's a shame," said Jill, "good dishwashers are hard to find." She winked playfully at me as I pushed through the double doors to the kitchen. Jill always flirted with me like that, and I could never tell if she was serious or not. Either way, I would never reciprocate. Jill wasn't really my type of girl. Don't get me wrong, she was a pretty and twenty-ish, and she looked good when she wanted to, I was just never attracted to her. "Good morning, amigo!" Javier, the head chef greeted me. "I hear you're leaving us again. Is this true?" "Regrettably, I have to go back to school eventually." I said. "Bah, school! You don't need school, stay here with us compadre." said Javier, half jokingly. "You know I would if I could." I teased, tying my apron behind my back, "this is the only place that would hire me." Javier laughed, he always joked that dishwashers are a dime a dozen, but I was worth at least twenty cents. The rest of the day was routine; customers ate, dishes came to me and I washed them and put them back out for Javier. At the end of the day, I was pretty exhausted. My departure was marked with a hug from Jill that got a little "cheeky", and a speech from Javier in spanish, which I didn't understand at all. As I walked home, I decided to stop in the 7-11 near my house to buy an energy drink. I normally don't drink them, but I still had to pack for school. The sleepy cashier barely looked at me as he rang me up. I briefly considered the fact that I could probably rob the place twice before he noticed. I sipped the cloyingly sweet mixture of caffeine and stimulants as I walked the two blocks back to my house. I thought about Branston, the small town where I lived, and how I would miss it while I was at school, just as I missed my school when I was at home. I came to the conclusion that life is funny like that just as I reached my front door. "Where the hell have you been?" demanded Phillip as I walked in. He was drinking, and probably already drunk. Big surprise. "I was at work." I said, doing my best not to provoke him. I'd made the mistake of egging him into a temper before. Those instances usually ended with me with a black eye and the next day, my mother explaining to the neighbors how I had run into a door. "Yeah right, you were probably out, up to no good, prick." Phillip muttered under his breath. I knew to control my temper and let that slide and escaped upstairs to my room. As I sat on my bed folding up my shirts and stowing them in a massive duffel bag, my mom knocked on the door. "Hey David, can I come in?" she asked from the hallway. "Sure mom, its unlocked." I said through the door. "I just wanted to say goodbye before Phillip takes you to school tomorrow." She said, hugging me. "Does he have to be the one to take me mom?" I asked for probably the hundredth time, while returning her hug. "Oh honey, you know I have to work tomorrow. I know you and Phillip don't get along, so please try not to provoke him. It took a lot of asking to get him to agree to drive you to school." she said. "Mom, not getting along is an understatement." I muttered. "Please David, do it for me?" she implored. I agreed, knowing what my mom would have to deal with when he came home if I agitated him. "Alright, I'll be good tomorrow." I said "Thank you," she said as she kissed my forehead. "I love you, and be good at school." "I love you too mom, and I will" I replied as she left my room, closing the door behind her. I turned to the pile of clothes still needing to be packed and sighed. I was going to be up late. The next morning, Phillip woke me up by honking the horn of his pickup from the driveway, indicating that he was impatiently waiting and that my mom had left already. I briefly wondered how he could have drank so much last night, yet get up so early. However, I soon stopped wondering and devoted that brainpower to finding my pants and rushing to get ready, lest Phillip leave without me. I threw my two enormous duffel bags in the bed of the truck and took my backpack in the cab with me. "You certainly took your sweet time." Phillip growled from the drivers seat, his John-Deere trucker cap pulled high up on his head. I ignored him and put on my safety belt as he pulled out of the driveway. We rode in silence for a few minutes before Phillip flipped on the ancient radio, leading it to start blaring some obnoxious country song. I stared out the window for the majority of the trip, watching the trees and other cars go by. After about two hours and a hundred miles, we reached my school. Merrigood's Prepatory Academy, or "The Merry" as it's students called it, consisted of a ten square mile campus, and nine buildings; five academic, one dining hall and auditorium, one science building and two dorm buildings. Phillip parked his truck in front of Fiske Hall, the boy's dorm. "Get out." said Phillip, while simultaneously picking his teeth. I grabbed my backpack and opened the door to get out. I didn't want to linger any longer than Phillip did. I had barely gotten my second bag out of the truck bed when Phillip pulled away, speeding like he was escaping some plague. Carrying my bags inside, I stopped at the desk in the lobby to get my room assignment for this year, and find out who my roommate would be. "Last name?" said Mrs. Q, the secretary for Fiske Hall. "Gill, G-i-l-l." I responded, spelling it out for her. "Welcome back, David, you got lucky this year." she smiled, handing me my paperwork. "How's that, Mrs. Q?" I asked, confused. "Well it looks like your roommate from last year, Joshua, isn't returning this semester." she smiled at me. I was relieved, usually at the Merry, roommate assignments were permanent for all four years, and, Joshua and I did not get along so well, to put it lightly. "This means you'll be getting a new roommate." Mrs. Q handed me the paper with his information. His name was Matthew Williams. "Is he new? I haven't heard of him before." I asked. "Why, yes he is," beamed Mrs. Q "this is his first year at Merrigood, so you'll certainly make him feel welcome, won't you?" "I certainly will, Mrs. Q." I said, smiling back at her. Transferring to a new school for senior year, I thought. That's got to be tough. I climbed the stairs up to the fourth floor, where my room was, dragging my duffels behind me. Reaching the door, I saw it was ajar. "Strange" I muttered. I pushed it open and peered into the slightly cramped room. I saw that my new roommate must have moved in already, as one of the beds was already made up and a few posters hung above it. Looking toward the bathroom on the right, I saw that someone was in the shower. I decided to make myself at home and plopped my bags on the unoccupied bed. After I put all my clothes away I hung up the few posters I had, a Manchester Football Club poster and a picture of the Berlin wall. Relaxing onto my bed, I looked over at my mystery roommate's half of the room. His posters were all of bands I'd never heard of, and his sheets were black. "Well, at least he hasn't painted a satanic pentagram on the wall." I thought to myself, remembering what Joshua had done the first day we met. I looked out of the window and briefly thought about going to the athletic directors office to see when soccer practice started, but decided to wait until later. I noticed that Matthew had left a few books on his bed, one was by someone named HP Lovecraft. The illustration on the front was interesting, to say the least; a sea monster with wings and a tentacle beard. I picked it up, then sat down on my bed and began to read. David Gill Ch. 02 (All main characters are over the age of 18) * I was reading about Cthulhu and the Old Ones when the sound of the shower being shut off made me suddenly remember whose book I was reading. I put the book back on Matthew's bed and stood up. As soon as my my feet hit the floor the door to the bathroom opened and a figure stepped out, looking at the ground through longish, black hair. "Hey, you must be Matthew." I said, perhaps a little too loudly. "Ahh!" He jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his towel. For some reason I couldn't look away from him. I had never described another guy as beautiful before but the person standing in front of me certainly fit that description. He was about five and a half feet tall and had black hair, the color of which was accentuated by his fair skin. I also saw he had a silver lip ring and was reminded of Merrigood's policy against facial piercings. However, that thought was pushed from my head as my eyes traveled further down his torso. He was slim, and on his stomach I saw a small tattoo just below and to the left of his navel of a small star. I had never seen a tattoo look so good before. I blinked. What was wrong with me? I had never thought about another guy that way. It took me a second to find my voice. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I thought you heard me come in." I apologized, "I'm Dave" He was blushing as he reached out to shake my hand. Jesus, he was so adorable when he blushed. I quickly berated myself, I liked girls, not guys. I needed to stop thinking like that. "Hi, I'm Matt, and sorry, I should have checked to see if anyone was here before I strolled out in only a towel." Matt replied shyly. "I should probably put some clothes on." he said, gesturing towards his dresser. "Oh, yeah. Uhm sure. I-I'll step outside for a minute. I've uh actually got to go, uhm somewhere. I'll see you later!" I stammered. What was wrong with my voice today? Deciding now was as good a time as any to go see the athletic director, I quickly moved towards the door. "Uh okay, bye I guess." Matt said, I could tell he was confused. I practically ran down the stairs. What was wrong with my head today? I never have thoughts like that. It was probably the energy drink I had last night that was messing with my head. I got to the Athletic directors office and found out that soccer practice would start the following morning at six am sharp. It seemed to start earlier and earlier every year, however, I was used to getting up that early so it wouldn't be a problem for me. The rumbling in my stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten all day. I checked my watch and saw that dinner had started a few minutes ago. After much debate, I decided to bite the bullet, be a good roommate, and show Matt around, no matter how awkward it would be. Walking back across the quad to my dorm, I almost ran into Matt walking out the front door. "Hey Matt, I was actually just coming to get you." I said, narrowly avoiding bumping into him. "I figured I should show you around, you know, since you're new." "I'd really appreciate that, I got lost for the first few hours I was here. This campus is like a maze." He replied in a timid voice. I could tell he was at least a little shy. "At least I'm dressed now." he joked, and gave a weak smile. I looked at what he was wearing; black skinny jeans, a tee shirt for a band I didn't recognize and converse Hi-Tops. It was a pretty big deviation from the pastel polo shirts and khakis that seemed almost standard around Merrigood. "Yeah, it's a pretty good idea to be dressed when wandering around campus." I replied. He gave that little half smile again. He was adorable. I mentally kicked myself for that last thought. I really needed to stop drinking those energy drinks. "Did you have any place in mind to start the tour at?" he asked. "Yeah actually, I figured we should go get dinner first, I'm kind of hungry. How about you?" "I could eat." he shrugged. From the looks of him, it didn't look like he could eat much though. We started to chat as we walked the mile to the dining hall. "So, I heard you transferred here. How's that?" I asked. "Eh, it's not so bad. I prefer it here over my old school." "Oh? What school did you go to?" "It was Saint Francis' in Greensboro." Greensboro was the town right next to Branston. "You're kidding, I live in Branston!" I exclaimed. "Oh, cool. I live in Greensboro. That's like five minutes from Branston right?" "If that, they're pretty close. Why'd you leave Saint Francis'?" "I was kicked out actually." He said, looking away. "I'm sorry to hear that, why'd that happen?" I couldn't see his face clearly as the sun was setting, but I could swear he started blushing. "It was uh, a difference of opinion really." he said. As soon as he spoke, we arrived at the dining hall's front entrance. I looked up and saw a banner reading 'Welcome Back Students!" "Well this is the dining hall, as you can see, it's a pretty straight shot from our dorm." I said, indicating the path we had taken. "Alright" he smiled again, "it seems simple enough." "It is, once you've been around campus a few times." I reassured. We climbed the steps and came through the big double doors to the cafeteria. I showed Matt how to swipe in with his student ID card and where the line for food began. "After we get our food, we face the challenge of finding a table." I explained, gesturing to the slightly crowded hall filled with students sitting at long oak tables. "Is that usually difficult?" asked Matt quietly. He seemed even more shy in here, his clothing looking out of place among the preppy Merrigood students. "Not usually, but we're a little late, and the Hall fills up quickly. I think I see an empty table on the end though. Or, if you like, we could take the food back to our dorm." "Uh, if it's the same to you, I'd rather not bring food to the room, I'm kind of a neat freak." he said nervously. "Sure, I know what you mean. I'd rather not have the room getting messy either." Getting our food took almost a half hour, and by the time we were looking for seats, most of the hall had emptied out. Dinner was awkwardly quiet, albeit uneventful. At one point, however, Matt did catch me staring at him. For some reason I couldn't look away from him, and he blushed again when he saw me staring. I felt myself go a little red as well when I realized I had been looking at him for the better part of ten minutes. We walked in silence back to the dorm, each absorbed in our own thoughts. I was thinking about the weird thoughts I was having earlier and was having now. I had never identified as gay or even bisexual, but here I was having inappropriate thoughts about another guy. It made my head hurt, and once we got back to our room, I immediately went to bed. I figured sleep was as good an escape as any from such a strange day. While Matt was in the bathroom, I changed into my pajamas and climbed into my bed. Matt came out of the bathroom wearing flannel pants and a grey Merrigood tee shirt. He dropped his clothes into the hamper by the door on his way to bed. "Goodnight Davey." said Matt, and I chuckled at the childish nickname. If anyone else had said it, I would have found it annoying, but coming from him it was just cute, especially since he was so shy. "Night Matt, sleep tight." I responded as I turned out the light, and rolled over to go to sleep. I kept thinking about Matt, and how he looked when we first met. Remembering the little tattoo on his abdomen, I realized I was aroused, but did everything I could to ignore my growing erection. After all, I wasn't gay, and I didn't find things like that attractive. It was probably the energy drink. The next morning, I woke up at five thirty and got in the shower. After drying off, I dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt in order to jog to the athletic field for soccer practice. The air was cold and the barely risen sun gave the sky a pale white hue as I stretched on the front steps of Fiske Hall before embarking on the trail through the woods that led to the field. When I reached the field, I found a few of my team mates from last year doing warm-ups and being supervised by a stockily built man in his fifties with a grey buzz cut and a windbreaker. This was Coach Conrad, the head soccer coach and Athletic director. When he saw me he blew his whistle and greeted me. "Good morning, Gill, we're just getting warmed up. Five laps around the field then back here for indian sprints." He blew his whistle again as I nodded and jogged away and started my laps. I completed my laps and went to go wait by the coach until the others finished theirs. Soccer is the big sport at the Merry, and because of that, we were state champions for the past eight years. The last of the tardy members finished their laps and we started indian sprints. At the end of practice, everybody was exhausted as they started to trudge back towards the school. We were lucky it was a Saturday and that we wouldn't have class for two more days. I was one of the last ones to leave the field when Coach Conrad called my name. "Gill, come here." He said, while holding two large net bags full of soccer balls. "Carry one of these back to my office, I want to talk to you about something." We walked in silence, simply enjoying the morning air as we walked. Arriving at his office, we put the bags down right outside the door and went inside. Coach Conrad sat down at his desk and motioned for me to sit across from him. "Gill, I'm just going to cut to the chase; I'm afraid I have some bad news." he said, looking uncomfortable. "What would that be?" I asked worriedly. The coach was usually optimistic to a fault, so anything that he considered bad news must be terrible, and the fact that I was seeing him so uncomfortable only strengthened this suspicion. Coach Conrad responded. "To be quite frank, I'm afraid we're going to have to cut you from the soccer team." I was floored, surely this had to be a joke. "What? Why?" I was still in shock. Soccer was what gave me focus while I was at school. I didn't know what I was going to do with myself if it turned out he wasn't kidding. "We've been under pressure from the administration to admit a certain quota of freshmen onto the team, and in order to do that, we have to cut some of the upperclassmen. Unfortunately, your name got the short straw." Shit. It looked like he wasn't kidding. "Look David, I'm really sorry about this. I did everything I could to keep you on the team, but we used a lottery system, and you got drawn fair and square." "It's okay." I mumbled at Coach Conrad. I got up and left his office as fast as I could. I realized I was suddenly very angry at him and didn't want to lash out. I went for a run on my way back to my dorm to clear my head. I needed to think. David Gill Ch. 03 (All main characters are over the age of 18) * As soon as I got back to the room, I screamed. I was just so frustrated at the coach, and the school and everybody. I needed to vent my anger and frustration. I felt like crying. The soccer team had been one of the only constant things in my life, and I didn't know what I was going to do now that it was no longer a part of it. I walked over to my bed and sat down. "Hey, you alright?" asked Matt as he rubbed his eyes and sat up sleepily in his bed. Jesus, I had forgotten he hadn't gotten up yet. "Uhm, yeah. Sorry about the yelling, did I wake you up?" I asked "Just a little bit. Why were you yelling?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbow and brushing his hair out of his eyes. Damn, he was cute. "I was just at soccer practice. It didn't go so well." I replied. "Oh, I'm sorry." he said, "At least there's always next time, right?" "Not for me." I sighed as I laid down on my bed. "I got cut from the team." "That's unfortunate, do you want to talk about it?" He looked at me and I noticed that his eyes were a light shade of blue I had never seen before. "Uh, n-no thanks. I'll be okay." I was stuttering again. I couldn't look away from his eyes, they were just beautiful. "Dave, you're spacing out a bit there." said Matt, bringing me out of my reverie. "Oh, sorry. I was just distracted. I should probably shower, I'm kind of sweaty." I blushed. Had he noticed me staring into his eyes? "Alright then." Matt said. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I saw him roll over to go back to sleep as I grabbed a towel and closed the door behind me. While stripping off my sweaty soccer clothes, I noticed a bottle on the sink labeled 'Piercing Cleanser'. "Must be Matt's." I muttered as I pulled off my shorts and socks. Looking at my body in the full length mirror on the back of the door, I noticed I had gotten a little sunburned on the back of my neck during practice. My eyes traveled downward to my cock, which was about five inches soft and just over seven when hard. I kept my pubic hair trimmed short, I just thought it looked better. I turned on the tap and stepped into the stream of water, letting it soak my hair and run in rivulets down my body. I opened my bottle of shower gel and squeezed some onto my hand before lathering up my chest. As I worked the foam over my body, my mind began to drift. I thought about Matt, how good he looked in those skinny jeans, and how adorable his lip ring was. I was starting to become aroused. I remembered how Matt looked when he was wearing only a towel and my body responded with a throbbing erection that demanded attention. I grasped my manhood and slowly started stroking it. I wanted to think of something else, but my mind kept returning to Matt's smooth body, and firm butt. I was becoming more and more aroused, and started to imagine he was in the shower with me, stroking me as I kissed his beautiful lips. That final image put me over the top and my whole body tensed up as I shot thick strands of cum onto the wall of the shower. I grabbed hold of the curtain bar to steady my weak knees and stepped out of the shower. After I dried off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. Matt must have been in the middle of changing or something because when I stepped into the room, he was entirely naked, and facing away from me. I could see his tight butt as he bent over his drawer, and my breath caught in my throat. He was pulling something out of his dresser when I got his attention. In retrospect, I don't know why I spoke up instead of just going back into the bathroom until he was dressed. Maybe I just wanted to see him naked, maybe I was just shocked. Either way, both of us were pretty embarrassed. "Ahem" I coughed. Matt spun around so fast he fell over. "Oh god, sorry!" exclaimed Matt as he hastily covered himself with a tee shirt from his bed. He wasn't fast enough however, and right before he did so I caught a glimpse of his cock, and from what I could see, it was either semi-erect or Matt was hung like a horse. "Uhm, nope, my fault." I said as I covered my eyes and turned around. "I'm just gonna go back into the bathroom until you're dressed." I quickly stepped into the bathroom and practically slammed the door. My heart was pounding in my chest. Why was I so aroused by the sight of Matt, naked?Suddenly, I remembered what I had thought about just then in the shower. The realization hit me; I had masturbated to the idea of making out with a guy, and enjoyed it. It must have been a fluke, I wasn't gay. I liked girls, I liked cheerleaders and short skirts, not guys with lip rings. I was a jock for Christ's sake, a sports nerd. There was hardly anything less gay than that. Reassured of my straightness, my heart rate slowly returned to normal. I opened the door and saw Matt sitting awkwardly on his bed in pajama pants and a gray tee shirt. I walked out and sat across from him on my bed. For the longest time, neither one of us spoke, each preferring to stare awkwardly at the ground. Finally, I decided I should say something. "Well, uh, that was certainly embarrassing." The ice had been broken. Matt cracked a smile and blushed at the same time. "You can say that again." He looked up at me again with those incredible blue eyes. I was leaning forward, and our faces were inches apart. Matt seemed to be staring into my eyes as much I was staring into his. He smiled that smile again and something in my brain clicked. I was overwhelmed with a desire to kiss him. I didn't care anymore that he was a guy, this urge was primal. I needed to act on it, as much as I needed to breathe. I leaned forward and kissed him, my lips meeting his in a perfect instant. For a split second, I was in heaven, then Matt jerked backwards, and pushed me away at the same time. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, shocked, blushing even more vividly than before. "I-I'm sorry," I stammered, "It's just that, you were- and I-" "Why would you do that?" he demanded again, his voice cracking. I could tell by his tone that the question was rhetorical. Before I could say anything else he stood up and left the room, leaving me in a state of shock and guilt. Why the hell did I just do that? I felt like the world's biggest fool. I should have known better than to kiss him. Just because I thought he was beautiful doesn't mean he reciprocated the feeling. I buried my face in my hands and collapsed on the bed. God, I felt like such an asshole. Eventually, I got up and got dressed, although that didn't change much. I spent the rest of the day moping around the room and wishing I could turn back time and undo what happened. Time must really fly when you spend all day regretting something, because I soon noticed that it was seven o'clock and that I hadn't eaten all day. Pulling myself out of bed, I made my way out the door and down the path to the dining hall. After waiting in line for my food, I looked around the dining area for Matt. I saw him sitting at the same table where we had eaten dinner the night before, he was sitting by himself. Jesus, he looked so lonely and sad. I wanted to just go sit next to him, but I couldn't work up the nerve. I desperately hoped I didn't really screw things up between us. Matt must have left by the time I was done because I didn't see him on my way out. I slowly made my way back to our room, taking my time in the hopes of running into him on the way back, unfortunately, I did not. When I got to our door, I paused. I considered the possibility that Matt might be back in the room but decided it was unlikely. If he had stayed out all day, what would be the point in him returning now. I opened the door to find out that I was wrong. Matt was sitting on his bed staring out the window. He heard me come in and turned towards me. "Hey." he said quietly, I replied in kind. I moved past him and sat down on the edge of my bed, facing him but staring at the floor. "Look, about this morning, I don't know why I did that." I said after a prolonged silence. I sighed. "If you want, I'll talk to the RA tomorrow and see if we can get different room assignments." He didn't say anything for a few moments and then I heard a sniffle. I looked up and saw Matt's eyes were red. "Are you okay?" I asked tentatively. He didn't respond and switched beds, so he was now sitting next to me. "I think you should just listen for a minute, Dave." He said, his voice sounding a little shaky. I confirmed my earlier suspicion, his eyes were definitely red. "I told you that I was kicked out of my old school because of a difference of opinion. That's not entirely true. I was kicked out because they found out that I'm gay." I was a little taken aback, but I didn't interrupt him. "I had known since eighth grade but I had never told anyone. Then, one day last year, after phys ed, one of the guys corners me in the locker room and kisses me." He paused, and sniffled again. "I was surprised but I thought he was hot, so I kissed back. Then, its like he suddenly realized what he was doing and stopped. He pushed me away called me a faggot then punched me, before throwing me in one of the showers." He paused again, and I looked at him. I noticed his eyes again, and they looked pained. I could tell it was taking a lot on his part to be telling me this story. He continued. "The next day, this boy goes to the dean and tells him that I had 'attacked' him in the locker room and tried to kiss him. The school, being a christian institution, had a strict anti-homosexuality policy and I was immediately expelled even though I did nothing wrong. I know this is a lot to lay on you, but hopefully you can understand why I reacted the way I did this morning. I just couldn't deal with that again and I freaked out." As he finished speaking I could hear pain in his voice. "I can only imagine what that was like," I suddenly had no trouble finding my words, "and I do feel bad about what I did this morning. Kissing you like that was way out of line, and if it means anything, I'm sorry." As I said that, Matt broke down and started crying. He fell against me, surprising me as he leaned into my chest. I put my arm around him, feeling how small he was. I felt his hot tears soak into my shirt, and I wanted nothing more at that moment than to hold him and comfort him. I pulled him tightly against me while he cried. "It's okay, Matt. That's over now, I'm here." I said, surprising myself with how easily the words came to reassure him. After a few moments, he spoke; "Don't be sorry." "What?" I asked, thinking I had misheard. "I said, don't be sorry for kissing me. I did kind of like it." said Matt, wiping his eyes and starting to smile. "You did?" "Absolutely, I had a crush on you from almost the moment we met, and even more so now that I can see what a gentle person you are." he said nervously and hugged me tighter. "Well, I liked kissing you too, and when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful person I'd ever seen, and since I met you, I've realized I really like you." I said, equally as nervously. He looked up at me and our eyes met. I leaned down and kissed him again, and this time he kissed back, deeply and passionately. David Gill Ch. 04 I apologize to everyone for taking so long to post this! The fifth chapter is already in progress! (All main characters are over the age of 18) I was in heaven. It was ecstasy, it was pure poetry. I fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Matt on top of me. He was lighter than I expected, and as a result, we tumbled a bit more roughly than I anticipated. His tongue snaked into my mouth, meeting my own. I moved my hand down his body and grabbed his butt, grinding his crotch into mine. I felt that his cock was hard as steel, straining against his pants, rubbing against my own trapped manhood. I started kissing his neck and he let out a small whimper of pleasure. He ground against me again, our legs entwined. He slid his hand under my shirt and up my back in a gentle caress that made me shiver. He moved to pull my shirt off and I leaned forward to help him, stripping off the garment and throwing it to the side. Matt began kissing my neck and chest, working his way downward. He paused at my left nipple, slowly circling it with his tongue before lightly biting it, causing me to inhale sharply, and become even more aroused, if that was even possible. He started to undo my belt and fly, but I stopped him. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." I said. "Haven't you caught on yet?" he teased, "I really do want to." He smiled at me as he continued to open my pants. Pushing my underwear out of the way, he grabbed my cock and freed it from the confines of my pants. Matt lightly ran his tongue up the underside of my throbbing erection, circling the head with the very tip of his tongue, causing me to twitch with pleasure. Licking his lips, he took me into his mouth, almost to the base. I watched as his mouth moved up and down on my cock, I could feel him using his tongue to tease my head, which nearly made me to cum on the spot, but he shifted his attention to my scrotum, taking it into his mouth while simultaneously stroking my head with the tips of his fingers. I could feel myself on the edge of orgasm. Matt took me back into his mouth, his warmth enveloping my manhood, his tongue once again tickling my sensitive head, driving me over the edge. "Ungh, Matt, I'm about to cum." I groaned. In response, he moved his head down on my cock and I could feel the tip disappear down his throat as I came, my body tensing and my manhood coating his throat with hot cum. I could feel his throat massage my cock as he swallowed. A few moments later, I slipped from his mouth and he smiled up at me, a little bit of cum ran down his chin. Smiling, I leaned forward to wipe off his chin. I kissed him again and pulled him back on top of me, lifting the hem of his shirt, and pulling it off his body in one smooth motion. I stopped kissing him to admire his sleek form. "God damn, you're sexy." I remarked as my eyes traveled over his smooth body. I leaned down, and kissed his chest, nibbling his skin lightly as I did. I traced my tongue down the center of his torso, stopping to make small circles around his belly button, which made him twitch, much to my delight. Sliding my own body down the bed to my face was even with the star tattooed on his stomach, I undid the top button on his jeans. His jeans had a button fly and the remaining three buttons followed suit rather easily. I pulled his pants down, off his legs, and threw them aside. I noticed his underwear, and couldn't help but smile. "Rocket ship undies?" I teased. Matt blushed deeply. "I'm just teasing, I think they're adorable." I kissed his chest and slid my fingers inside the waistband. This was my first time doing anything like this, so I decided to just try to do what he had done for me. Easing his underwear down over his throbbing hard on, I feasted my eyes on the prize in front of me. It was about six and a half inches long, and about four inches around. Gingerly, I licked it from base to tip, causing him to let out an endearing moan of pure pleasure. I positioned my lips over his head and, circling it with my tongue, I took it into my mouth. The taste was a little salty, not entirely unpleasant and very musky. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I pushed my head down to take the rest of his length into my mouth, while simultaneously teasing the underside with the tip of my tongue. I slowly lifted my mouth off his cock, then swiftly plunged it back down, taking him to the hilt. A thought flashed through my head; maybe I was gay. I was surprised at how little this revelation bothered me. However, my attention quickly returned to Matt and his beautiful cock as he twitched and called out my name. "David, I-I'm gonna c-cum." he whispered. I took this as my cue to engulf his cock once again. As soon as the tip of his erection touched the back of my throat, he convulsed and I felt his hot cum flood my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow, otherwise I probably would have choked on it, there was just so much. I felt it on my tongue and considered the taste. It was also salty, but sweet too. It briefly dawned on me that I kind of liked the taste. Holy crap I was gay, it wasn't even a question anymore. I caressed his softening member as I milked the last few drops of semen from it. Letting his cock fall from my mouth, climbed back onto the bed, next to his naked form. "David that was amazing." Matt said quietly. "I was just returning the favor." I smiled and kissed his cheek. He looked about ready to pass out. I snuggled up close to him, and he moved to lay on my chest. I hugged him close to me and I felt his breathing slow. After a few minutes, I looked down and saw he was asleep. Smiling, I closed my eyes and drifted off. The next morning, there was a rapid knock at the door. I woke with a start at the sound and looked around blearily. The light that was filtering through the windows told me that morning had arrived. Remembering the events of last night, I smiled to myself and reached over to embrace Matt. When I realized that he wasn't under the sheets with me, I jumped up and out of bed, but before I could speculate as to where Matt could be, I heard the shower going in the bathroom. Relieved, I sank back down on to the bed, just in time for the knock at the door to start again, sounding impatient. "Hold on just a sec." I called towards the door as I looked around for my pants. Pulling on a set of sweatpants, I headed towards the door and swung it open. "Hey Dave, about time." The voice, and accompanying grin was that of Kevin Grey, the goalie for the school's soccer team. I had met him through some mutual friends, and we were friendly enough, but we didn't know each other that well. He was holding a soccer ball. "Hey Kev, what's up?" I asked, leaning on the door frame. "Well, everyone on the team heard about you getting picked to be cut, and we all thought it was bullshit." he said wistfully. "So a few of us got together and got this for you." He held up the soccer ball. It was a standard black and white practice ball, probably stolen from the equipment room. I looked closer and noticed that there were signatures in black marker all over the ball. I recognized most of the names. "Is this everyone on the team?" I asked, counting off the signatures in my head. "Yup, even Coach Conrad signed it." came the reply. I was genuinely touched. I had thought no one had really missed me on the team, but this ball proved otherwise. "We've decided to appeal the decision to the Dean of Athletics." he continued. "We really want you back on the team." "Well, I really want to be back on the team. Thank you for this, really, it means a lot to me. Tell everyone else I said thanks too." I said. "No problem man, will do." He started towards the staircase. "Take it easy, Dave" "You too, bud." Turning back towards my room, I gently tossed the ball onto my bed. I heard the door click shut behind me and smiled to myself again. I quickly stripped off my boxers and moved towards the bathroom. I slowly turned the handle on the door so it wouldn't make a sound. Stepping inside, I bit my lower lip as I saw the skinny outline of Matt's naked form through the shower curtain. I grabbed hold of the curtain and eased it aside. Matt had his back to me as he rubbed shampoo in his hair. I smiled for the third time as I slowly stepped into the shower behind him. David Gill Ch. 05 I felt the hot water hit my arm as I reached out towards Matt. I quickly wrapped both arms around his waist and pulled him into me. "Surprise." I said quietly as I buried my face in his neck. Matt started and let out a yell as soon as he felt my hands. His hands flew to my own and gripped them in fright as he tried to pull them off. His fright only lasted for a moment however, because as soon as he realized who was behind him, he spun around, blushing. God damn he was sexy. "Jeez David, you scared me." He said, looking down. I could tell he was embarrassed of his reaction. "I'm sorry," I said, "I was just trying to be cute." I brushed a wet strand of hair away from his eye. "Well, I do think its cute of you to join me in the shower." he retorted. I smiled as he raised his mouth to mine. I leaned in to meet him and we kissed under the falling water of the shower. As we did, a thought went through my head that each time I kissed him was better than the last. The cool steel of his lip ring left my mouth tingling as we pulled apart. "I hope you didn't come in here just for that," he said as he reached around me to grab a bar of soap. "Because after last night I think we both need a shower." He started to scrub himself with the bar of soap before I stopped him, "Here, allow me." Moving behind him, which is no small feat in such a tiny shower, I began to slowly rub the bar of soap across his shoulders. As I moved down his back, I pulled him closer to me before pressing his back against my stomach, my now fully erect cock was pressed between us. I moved the bar of soap around his front, moving in circles across his smooth, firm stomach. He ground back against me, causing my cock to slip between the cheeks of his perfect ass. Leaning forward, I kissed his neck, pausing to give it a quick, playful nip. He put his hand in mine, taking the soap from me and giving my hand a gentle squeeze in the process. As he placed the soap back in the dish on the wall, he turned to face me. Glancing down, I saw that he was also fully hard. Grinning, I pulled him into me, causing our rigid members to slide across one another. Our mouths met once again, our tongues intertwining. As we kissed, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to be lost in the moment. I opened my eyes again when Matt pulled away from me, breaking our kiss. "I don't know about you, but I could definitely use some breakfast." He said as he rinsed the soap suds from his perfect body. "We can deal with this later." He gave my cock a light stroke and winked at me as he stepped out of the shower. Smiling to myself, I rinsed the soap from my body that had been rubbed off from him as I heard him open the bathroom door and step out. After a short, sunny walk, we arrived at the dining hall. Unfortunately, we were somewhat late, as enormous lines had already formed in front of the serving counters. We waited in line in relative silence. I kept wanting to talk to Matt, ask him what was between us now, but the breakfast line didn't seem like the place to do it. Besides, every time I looked at him, he seemed to be staring off into the distance, absorbed in thought. I figured he needed to think about stuff just as much as I did, so I didn't break the silence. The kitchen staff at Merrigood are pretty efficient, so the line moved pretty quickly. We soon had our food and were looking for a place to sit down, where we would be relatively undisturbed. "The main hall is pretty packed right now, do you want to go someplace else?" I asked Matt. "Can we? I thought we were only allowed to eat in the dining hall." he replied. "Technically, we are supposed to stay in the dining hall. But don't worry, I know a good place." I said as I started walking towards the back of the hall. We arrived at a discrete looking door, painted the same color as the wall. Making sure that no one was looking, which was fairly easy, given that we were actually down a small hallway in one corner of the dining hall, I pushed the door open. Inside was a room much smaller than the dining hall with only a few tables and chairs in it. "Wow, what is this place?" Asked Matt as we sat at one of the smaller tables. "This place is technically known as the auxiliary dining hall. They used to use it for events and stuff, but since they finished the new reception pavilion, it almost never gets used." I replied as I pulled up a chair next to him. "When I was a freshman, one of my senior friends showed me this room, but back then it was used more often, so we had to be more careful." "I won't lie, this is pretty cool." said Matt as he started to eat. "Useful too, sometimes its nice to get away from the crowd, you know?" Matt laughed and said, "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. To be honest I get kind of uncomfortable in crowds." "Aw, why's that?" I asked. "Eh, it was something that happened a long time ago. I'll tell you about it some other time." I could tell he really didn't want to talk about it right now so I didn't push it. I decided to change the subject and bring up something that I knew we both had been thinking about. "So," I cleared my throat slightly. I was suddenly very nervous. "About last night, I think we should talk about it." "Yeah, I think so too." Matt said. "So, what I'm wondering is, what exactly is between us?" I asked. "What would you like to be between us?" Matt asked quietly, looking at the ground. "Well, I've never really been in this situation before, to be honest. But then again, I've never felt about another person, what I'm feeling about you." Just like the previous night, the words just seemed to come to me and articulate exactly what I wanted to say. "So I guess that, if you want it as well, I'd like to have a relationship with you." I bit my lip in anticipation of his answer. My heart was racing. He looked up and smiled an adorable, half smile at me. "I think I would definitely like that." He couldn't have said anything else at that moment that would have made me happier. I stood up and hugged him, which I think surprised him a little because he jumped a bit. After I sat back down, I asked, "So does this mean I'm your boyfriend?" Matt laughed and said, "I think so, David." and reached out to took hold of my hand, interlocking our fingers. I could only smile. My smile darkened as a thought crossed my mind. Matt must of noticed as he let squeezed m hand tighter and asked, "What's the matter?" "Something just occurred to me." I replied with a sigh. "Something like what?" he asked, apprehensively. "Do we let people know? I don't know if you've noticed yet, but most people here are pretty conservative. There's no telling how they would take it." I said, rushing to get the words out. I looked down at my feet. "David," said Matt as he put his hand on my knee. "If there's one thing I've learned, its that you can't be afraid of what people will think of you." He looked at me with those amazingly blue eyes and I had to smile again. He continued, "That being said, I think it would be a good idea for us to be discrete, but honest." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean we should probably contain ourselves when we're in public, but if someone was to ask if we are together, we should be honest." "That works for me." I said, and saw him smile his adorable half smile. God damn he was sexy.