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First of all...I didn't write any of these stories. My collection of stories come from places I've visited over the years.
I tried to sort out all the incomplete and straight stories. If a few got past me, my apologies.
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Working On My Lunge
I've decided that there's nothing more stifling than spending vacation with
your folks -- especially if they think you're straight. I mean all that shit
like watching football with Dad and forcing out lewd, sexist jokes about the
cheerleaders, or laughing at another one of my brother's faggot-in-a-hottub
jokes -- it just gets me down. Mom doesn't help by keeping Jimmy Swaggart on
TV all Sunday morning.
Stuff like that makes me almost look forward to going back to school (and it
takes a lot to make me look forward to that!) I'm a student at Santa Lucia City
College. It's a dumpy little school a few miles outside of a dumpy little
town, but it's the "back door" to the university nearby, so I'm going to give
it a try.
I've got some hard classes lined up this quarter: Calculus, Physics, and
Philosophy for instance. My first class, though, breaks up the monotony of a
purely academic schedule. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, as they
say. My first class of the day is fencing.
I don't know the slightest thing about fencing. All I know is what I saw on
the olympics or in those old swashbuckler movies. I wouldn't know a parry from
a riposte or a lunge from a thrust. But it looks kind of fun to learn, and at
least it won't have homework!
So on the first day of class, I drive to school through the early-morning fog.
Naturally, half of the "staff" parking places are empty, but I have to park a
mile off campus. I get out of the car and walk through the dew-covered grass
to the Physical Education building. I enter the gym and join about ten people
waiting for class to begin. A few others wander in as the clock ticks on
toward 8: 00 AM.
"Have any of you fenced before?" one asks. Only one person answers. "Once,
at a Renaissance fair, for about twenty minutes, " she says. So it looks like
we're all in this together -- complete beginners. There oughta be a law
against handing swords to a mob of novices.
The professor walks in, though, and that's the first thing she does. She
leads us down the hall to the equipment room and we each get outfitted with a
mask, jacket, glove and fencing foil. Processing each of us takes up just
about the whole class period, so after I get my stuff I decide to just hang
back and size people up
The class is just about equally divided male and female, with students fat and
thin, tall and short, muscular and scrawny. A couple of women are struggling
with the zippers on the back of each other's fencing jackets, and one guy is
trying to figure out how to put on his mask while wearing glasses. Naturally,
I keep on the lookout for cute guys, but nobody strikes my fancy. That's kind
of a drag but after all, I came to fence, not to fuck.
After all of our equipment is checked out, the professor leads us back to the
gym. As we walk in the door, I see this guy outfitted in his fencing jacket
and white leotards doing stretching exercises on the opposite wall. I can't
see his face, but I'm sure looking! I can tell from behind that this guy is
built, and I can hardly wait to see the rest of the picture.
I'm not disappointed. Once the rest of the class have filed in, he gathers the
rest of his gear together and faces us. "This is Rich. " the professor
explains, "This is his second year of fencing. I've got a bad back, so he's
going to demonstrate and help teach. " Rich is not only built, he's gorgeous.
His smile and deep-brown eyes beam out of a smooth face topped by dark,
sculptured locks. He looks over us and says, "we're going to have a lot of fun
this quarter. "
I know I will. Just looking at this guy all quarter will be plenty of fun.
The professor says, "go to it, Rich, " and Rich does. "Okay, " he says, "we
don't have time to learn footwork or anything today, but I'll try to give you
an introduction to the sport. Fencing is a game of finesse, not brute
strength, and it's a lot different than what you see in those Zorro films on
TV. The winner is usually the one who has outsmarted, not outpowered, his
opponent.
"The target area is the torso and back, and you try to touch your opponent with
the tip of the foil. Head shots and slashes don't work. Can I get a victim.
. I mean, volunteer up here?" We chuckle, then he says, "no volunteers, eh?
Well, how about you!" He looks into my eyes and points straight at me.
I walk up to the front of the class and stand next to him. "The first thing, "
he continues, "is that you should never cross foils without putting on your
safety equipment. All it takes is one little slip to lose an eye. The jacket
is put on like this. . . " Rich then asks to see my jacket. He helps me
into the jacket while explaining to the class how the fittings should go and
how tight to fasten the straps.
I wasn't listening. My mind was in a fog as I felt his hands perusing my body
in search of straps and fastners. One hand would slide along my back, the
other across my chest. He even reached between my legs from behind to get the
crotch strap. "This strap should be fastened securely, boys, for the obvious
reasons, but not too tight, for the same reason! When you go down on your
lunges, your jacket will tighten up, and I guarantee that you will feel it if
your strap is too tight. "
"Now the mask is put on like this. You grab the tang in back, and slide it
over your head. It'll take time to get used to it, but it'll be automatic in a
couple of weeks. Now you put on yours, uh. . . "
"Keith, " I answered. I put on my mask, somewhat clumsily, but not bad for the
first time.
"The target area, " Rich continued, "is the full torso. That includes all of
the chest and shoulders, to the belly and groin, to both sides, to the back. "
He motioned with the tip of his foil over my body as he spoke.
"Well, it looks like we're out of time. Bring your equipment to class tomorrow
and we'll learn some stretching exercises and footwork. "
I lingered in class while removing my vest, folding it, and putting it in my
mask. As I watched Rich talk with the professor, I wondered if he singled me
out as his "volunteer" because he was attracted to me. His hands sure didn't
feel like he had only instruction in mind. But my mind had concocted such
fantasies before, only to have them dashed on the rocks of reality. I would
have to wait for my courage to appear.
******
I waited through the first two weeks of class. I had a crush on Rich like I
hadn't had since high school. His smiling face and patience melted me whenever
I asked him to help me on learning a new task (and in order to be around him, I
asked him for a lot of advice!) Once, as the class was doing footwork drills,
he passed me and slapped me lightly on the ass. "Keep that butt in, and
straighten your back, " he said. You can be certain that I kept my back bent
and my butt way out from then on.
In his eyes, his voice and his body language, I constantly saw flirtatious
signs, but I was still too unsure -- too scared -- to make any direct
responses. I admired him as he lead the class, and I volunteered whenever he
needed a "victim. " I asked for help after class. I tried to pick up whatever
clues I could, but I was never sure enough.
The third week of class, though, I made up my mind to make my move. No matter
what, I had to stop beating around the bush and take the initiative. I
didn't, however, know how or when. The opportunity came Tuesday after class.
We had just been practicing the double lunge and class had been dismissed. I
had Calculus immediately after fencing on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I normally
only stayed after to practice on the other days we had fencing. Rich, however
didn't know this.
"Do you want to stay and fence a bit? I need a good partner, " he said.
Usually I had asked him if I could stay and fence. This was the first time he
had asked me. I interpreted this as a good sign and figured that learning
techniques of computing derivatives of trigonometric functions just wasn't all
that important anyway, so I stayed.
We stood on the fencing strip and saluted each other, then the bout began. We
each advanced, then he put his foil out in a feint thrust. I reacted by
retreating and attempting a parry. He brought his foil back and advanced.
When he advanced, I made my move and lunged. Before I brought my foil down to
his target, however, he made a swift thrust and caught me as I lunged toward
him.
"Touche!" he said. "You still rely too much on strength. You have the power
to break through my parry, but you've got to learn finesse and style. If you
had extended your foil toward my target before lunging, you would have forced
me to react instead of act. Instead you gave me an opening to attack. "
"Oh, " I said, daydreaming even as I pretended to listen.
"Hey, when's your next class?"
"This is my last class today, " I lied.
"You wanna go get a coke or something?"
"Sure!"
"I'll meet you down at the Cyprus Cafe. "
As I walked to my car, my heart beat double-time. First off, to my
fantasy-soaked mind, this constituted our first date. Second, Santa Lucia
isn't big enough to have it's own gay bar, so the popular gay hangout is none
other than the Cyprus Cafe. The head "bartender" there is a notorious flirt
and he has attracted "friends" who told their friends who told their friends
and so on. This is not a very subtle hint, if indeed it is a hint.
* * * * *
"So, come here often?" I couldn't believe that the cliche came out of my mouth
as I sat with Rich in a booth at the cafe.
"Yep. I like the atmosphere here, you know?" he said with a wink.
"Yeah, I know what you mean, " I said in such a way as to try to provoke him
into revealing if I really did know what he meant.
Rich leaned over the table and crossed his hands in front of him. "Keith, "
he said, "let me ask you a question. " My heart began to drown out the folk
guitarist in the other room as I nodded. "Am I just getting crazy, or have we
been flirting with each other?"
Although it was just what I wanted to hear, I was so shocked to hear it that I
could barely answer. I stared, speechless, into his deep eyes -- terrified at
what I might find there, but unable to look away. I swallowed a couple of
times before I could squeak out, "I think so. "
"Good, " he said, "'cause I couldn't stand playing this waiting game anymore.
I just had to know. " He leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his cola.
Now that it was out, I screamed inside -- Why didn't I ask last week? Two weeks
ago? Why was I so scared? Why did I torture myself? But, eventually, I had to
acknowledge that what's done is done. There's no reason to lament the past
when there is so much to look forward to in the future.
"So. What now?" I asked
"Well, hmmm. . . " he said and took another drink. He leaned toward me and
lowered his voice, "I don't know about you, but I feel like putting an end to
these three weeks of foreplay and start, uh, working on our lunges. "
I was up from the table before I could even say "okay" and we were out the door
and headed toward his apartment. We took his car, and all the way there I was
thinking about what was ahead. I couldn't even talk I was so excited. Just
the thought of my hands on Rich's prime ass, and my dick got harder than the
gearshift stick that Rich was holding. The way he was rubbing the gearshift
stick, I knew that his mind was preoccupied as well.
We parked at the Cyprus Glen student apartments and rushed up the stairs to his
third-floor apartment. I strategically allowed him to lead the way up the
stairs so that I could follow that gorgeous denim-covered ass with my eyes.
Finally we got to the door and he thrust his key in the lock. We entered the
room and he shut the door behind us.
The late-morning sun pushed light through the curtains and padded the room with
a soft crimson glow. Rich closed the door and threw his arms around my waist,
and I put mine around his back. "Mmmmm, " I purred and pulled him close to me.
He moved his hands down the small of my back and around my ass and grabbed. My
dick in my pants was pushing seductively against his. I moved my face down to
kiss his cheek, and he immediately met my mouth with his, kissing me hard and
probing deep with his tongue until, suddenly, he broke off and pulled me over
to his bed.
He crashed down on the mattress, pulling me with him. I landed with a gasp and
the bedsprings groaned. The middle of the bed collapsed and we lay tangled
together, laughing and trying to think up a way to unscramble ourselves. "God
the beds here suck, " he said.
"Mm Hmm. . . But I suck better, " I murmurred and lightly grabbed his
earlobe with my teeth. I slid my lips around his ear, searching for that
ever-elusive point that I felt sure would make him quivver. First at the top,
then along the side, then as I thrust my tongue deep into his ear -- I heard
him gasp and felt his legs, as tangled as they were, tense against my body.
"Let's get out of this mess, " I finally said.
"Mmmmm. . . I'm comfortable. . . "
"Yeah, I figured, but lets find room for the mattress on the floor, okay?"
"Well, all right. . . "
We managed to extricate ourselves and pull the mattress from the bedframe.
When we set the it on the ground, Rich came up behind me and put his arms
around me. "This looks pretty stable, " he said. I leaned back into him and
rubbed my cheek against his. I could feel his prick against my ass and so I
pushed closer to him and began to grind against him. He responded in kind, and
slid his hand up my shirt and pulled me closer to him.
His other hand slid down, slowly, down one leg and then the other, sliding
against my rock-hard dick teasingly, almost as if unintentionally. Then
suddenly, he rubbed my prick hard through my pants, and I almost jumped at him.
My cock was getting so urgently hot that, looking down, I could see the tip
peeking out, too excited to be contained. Rich slid his hand up to this sight
and began rubbing the precum-lubed tip of my dick with his finger. All of
that attention focused on such a small, and oh-so-sensitive, area made me want
to scream. I almost couldn't take it.
I abruptly turned around and grabbed him tight. This time I grabbed him and
pulled him down to the matress. I was happy to find that the floor didn't
collapse beneath us! I pulled his shirt over his head, and he returned the
favor. Unwilling to waste any more time, we tore at our remaining clothes
until we lay in front of each other naked and quite ready. Rich looked me up
and down. "On guard!" he said admiringly. I almost blushed.
I dove again toward his earlobe and while caressing it with my tongue, I let
one hand slide over the downy hair of his ass. With my other hand I started to
rub his cock with an intensity of purpose that I never even allowed myself when
jacking off.
He grabbed my ass and purred between gasping breaths. "Keith, " he said, "I
want to come inside you. "
"That can be arranged. "
His panting came faster, "Like soon, I mean!"
"Let's check out some safety equipment. "
"Mmmmmm. . . " he said, "I hate to interrupt things. . . "
I laughed, "Well, it can't be worse than being swallowed by your bed!"
Rich reached over behind his back and pulled a string of rubbers from his
bottom desk drawer. Within seconds he had ripped one open and slid it over his
throbbing cock. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"I've been ready for weeks, " I said and rolled over. He rolled over on top of
me, his dick falling hot on my ass. With his tongue in my ear and his hand
combing through my hair, I waited, expectantly. Soon I felt him start to enter
me. I felt him tense, and then felt the moment of will it hurt or will it ---
aaah!
He was in me. I heard his choppy moans as he lunged deeper within me. I
teased him with my ass, tightening and moving forward, then suddenly back with
enough force to whiplash his balls against my butt. "I'm not going to last
much longer, " he whispered.
"Don't let me hold you back, " I answered. No sooner had I completed the
sentence than he was lifting his head and screaming with each hard thrust.
Soon, he was spent, and he collapsed on top of me. "Your turn babe. . . "
I gave his prick another playful squeeze with my ass, "you're gonna have to get
off of me first. "
"Okay, " he said. "Gimme a minute. "
I could barely restrain myself for a second, but I gave him a few seconds to
recover. Before long, though, I had jumped up and strapped a rubber in place.
"Ready?" I asked, and God, I sure was. My cock was bright and hot and hard in
my hand as I guided it to his asshole.
"Never readier. Go for it. " And I did. With no hesitation, I plunged in
with an animal grunt. I felt his ass grab me and I thrust deeper. It felt
like he squeezed the blood from my cock straight to my brain. I felt myself
swell with the electric feeling, and I held it as long as I could stand. I dug
my teeth into his shoulder and put my hips on auto-pilot.
My head flooded; I became my cock. All of my energy, all of my sensations, all
of my attention was on my dick. I grew less aware of my loud breathing, of my
mouth on Rich's shoulder, of the room, of the earth I lived on. And then I
spit pulses of cum, attempting to extinguish the fire with lava!
As soon as it had begun, it was over. I again became aware of the world around
me, and Rich beneath me. "Keith?" he said.
"...mmmmmm..."
"So, d'ja have fun?"
"...mmmmmm..."
"Well, uh..."
"...mmmmmm..."
"...nap time, I guess, huh?"
"...uh huhmmmmmmmmm..."
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