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Pleasure of Passion
by CuteTwink12 (address withheld)

***

Two college boys in the same major, same school, same 
dorm meet at a bar and despite all they have in common, 
they are not a perfect match. See how it goes when they 
go back to the dorm to have a little fun. (MM-teens, 
mast, oral, rom)

***

It's awfully hard to read a person...what's even harder 
is reading their sexual preference. Some people can be 
very out with it, like I can tell a guy is gay if he 
speaks with a high pitched lisp, and is very interested 
in making a fashion statement. Other people will tell 
you when you ask, because it will come up in a 
conversation...eventually. And then there's me, no I'm 
not gay, but every day, my bi-curiosity is making me 
wonder. People like me, don't ask, don't tell, if you 
do ask, lie! 

Now I have had a girlfriend, the beautiful, drama queen 
girl who is overly happy all the time, and can be 
psychotic when her mood swings, but I loved her to 
death, and I still do. We were able to remain somewhat 
friends. I couldn't bring it in me to let her go when 
she asked if we could remain friends after I told her 
that we were breaking up. 

About me, I'm simple...not. I'm tiny, I have a tiny 
car, and I'm only 5'7" inches tall. I have brown hair, 
which I wish was lighter, 'cause if I use too much 
shampoo, or don't control it with a comb, it looks 
unmaintained and dirty. I have a mid-tone skin color 
that gets darker in the sun and green-blue eyes. They 
change in the lighting. My hair is cut in the shape of 
a cut dick head, not on purpose...I just noticed it 
after a while. It's a popular hairstyle now. It makes 
me twice the man let's say. I'm so weird ha-ha. 

I dress up really preppy with a nice shirt buttoned up 
to mid chest with a well matching shirt under it. Style 
is very important where I come from, and also putting 
on the impression that you are rich. I mean I do come 
from an upper-middle-class family, but with the stock 
market how it is...we're now middle-middle class. I 
know and look who's talking, what a dick I'm being...my 
family is way better off than other people in this 
country. 

On the side, I'm very negative and type dot, dot, dot a 
lot because my computer doesn't like my placement of 
commas. My theory is if you need a breath, put in a 
comma. So now you want the story to get interesting 
right, you're probably feeling yourself right now, 
you're dick hanging out of your pants rubbing it a 
little saying when the fuck is this guy going to get on 
with the story!? Well you might want to scroll down 
with this story... I am a guy of great detail and 
babble a lot in my stories. I'll have a conversation 
with the reader on that can go on for pages and I'm 
obviously getting no answer back. Yeah I'm weird, you 
know it! 

I go to college now, my roommate and I get along pretty 
well, he goes home every weekend on Thursday and 
doesn't come back 'till Sunday night or Monday 
afternoon post his classes, so it's all pretty good. I 
party Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights and come in 
drunk, sometimes with a girl. Yet I've been noticing 
that with the hot girls at my college...there are a lot 
of hot guys! Hell yeah! And this particular night, I 
have no clue why, but I was into that. Well actually I 
do know why, I get horny a lot! I mean I should be over 
with this pubescent sexual drive that controls a lot of 
my life especially late at night.

I went to a bar my one of my friends told me he went to 
with a group the previous week, so I decided to check 
it out. A lot of people went home this weekend, so I 
ventured downtown alone. Where I go to school, that's 
not a good idea at all. Of course, me, I'm chock full 
of bad ideas. It was ten 10:00 at night, right when 
'the party' starts and the sketchy people start coming 
out. Yet I was all set, my mom bought me mace, how 
manly is that!? I was pretty dressed up, with one of 
those striped, rich bachelor shirts on and a pair of 
dark pants. This is me going 'rich' again... If the 
fact that my small car is a Lexus, doesn't give my 
wealthy play away, my parents got it for me after my 
Jetta died.

So ending page one on Microsoft Word 2007, I got to the 
bar, and this will make you happy, I got in the bar and 
saw him... The overall hottest guys in my dorm, of the 
top two hot guys in my dorm. There were a lot, but I 
narrowed it down to the two, and the guy who was just a 
tad hotter stood there in the bar... alone with a drink 
at hand. He looked a little paranoid looking around the 
bar frequently, which I later found out he was looking 
for people he knew. 

He had the same major as me, but I never really talked 
to him. I don't even know his name, but I knew him by 
his gorgeous face. And I guess he did too, 'cause his 
face lit up when he saw me and gave me a smile and 
started approaching him. 

Let me explain what makes him so gorgeous...He was 
probably 5'9" inches, two-inches taller than me, and an 
average build. Me, I'm rather skinny, with not an 
athletic build, but energetic, agile build. I also had 
the surfer look going on, puka-shell necklace from the 
Philippines and the yellow framed Foster-Grant 
sunglasses. He also had the surfer look with a thread 
and wood bead necklace and his purposely damaged 
baseball cap. 

He was only dressed up less than casually, but even 
dressed up, without the hat, he was hot, yet the hat 
made him. He had green eyes too I believe, never stared 
at him for too long to make my attraction to him less 
to unnoticeable. He had a short buzz cut and dark fuzz 
on his face that was just recently shaved facial hair. 
I can deal with a little bit of that. His shirt was 
tight, too small for him, expressing the shape of his 
torso and upper body. His light jeans also hugged the 
shape of his nice round ass. 

"Hey..." He said raising his head to me. 

"Hey." I said remaining casual pretending that I didn't 
know he was there previously when I walked in.

"So you here alone?" He asked.

"Yup," I said nodding.

"Yeah me too, so I'll stay with you. Come with me to 
the bar, I'll buy you a drink." I followed him to the 
bar and sat down.

"Two XXX Moonshines," He said and the bartender who was 
also a cute guy got to it. The drinks were only two 
dollars each for an 8-ounce plastic cup, not bad, and 
$3-4 dollar beers also aren't bad. I love illegal-
drinking ha-ha. It's just so much fun that way! So we 
started talking and after we kept ordering more drinks, 
me paying, then him, and then just money turning up, 
our conversation went from schoolwork, to where we were 
from and all that shit to, what girls we thought were 
hot and we'd do, ad which one's we had done. We had 
some in common. And no, I'm not just hanging out with 
girls to do them. It just happened that when a girl is 
at a bar with few friends, sex and a fun night with a 
guy is her intention, or if she's a lesbian, a night of 
fun with a girl. Nothing better than hot lesbians ha-
ha! The next subject surprised me:

"So what guys do you think are hot?"

Now I thought I heard him wrong, "What?" I asked.

"Come on dude, you are laughing at things that aren't 
even funny, obviously you're nervous around me 'cause 
you like me... I'm doing the same thing too, I really 
like you actually..."

Whoa! This was moving a bit too fast for me. We just 
met and started talking. I don't know, should I tell 
him I've been watching him from afar, no creepy stalker 
thing, but when I see him, I can't help but stare, and 
usually he's in my field of view, it's just convenient 
to look at him for me ha-ha. Should I tell him...? This 
could all be a trick. Some people have mistaken me as 
gay, two people actually. Maybe they were trying to 
find out once and for all? I decided I'd just play with 
him for a little and when the time was right I'd decide 
what I'd do. For now, I'd just wing it.

"Dude, I just get this way when I drink, I'm not 
nervous..." I said.

"But are you gay?" He asked.

"No, of course not."

"So you're bi?" He asked.

"Um, no..." I said sounding a bit obvious that I was 
unsure. 

"Dude, come on, I know you've got a thing for guys, 
don't think I haven't noticed you staring..."

"Do you?" I asked getting defensive...

"Nah, photographic memory...got a great mental image of 
you..." He said.

"Really?"

"Yeah," He said reassuring.

"And wait, you said image of me?" I said getting 
excited.

"Yeah dude, you're not exactly bad looking..." He said 
and my heart, it skipped a beat. He liked me! Oh my 
gosh, one of my dreams came true. Now just for me to 
clarify, this sense of like means that he digs me, and 
wants to be with me, not just as a friend, or that's at 
least what I thought from his smile and his constant 
looking from my dick to my face and back to my dick. 
Through the pants of course! In his jeans I could see a 
bulge hanging to one side. 

If I wasn't still playing with him, I would of stroked 
it right then and there. And he looked like a good 
size, not just decent like me, but above and beyond! 
And this kid wasn't the biggest guy only being two-
inches taller than me and at most weighing 25 pounds 
more than me. Yet I proved long ago that, that half the 
shoe-size this is bullshit. 

I'm so happy no one I knew was around seeing us hitting 
on each other, I believe he was too. "Have you told 
anyone?" I asked.

"I told one girl at home I was bi-curious...but I'm 
bisexual."

Now there I am, bi-curious I thought to myself.

"Yeah...too bad you are denying it. I really like you, 
thought we could be a lot of fun. Plus, right now, I'm 
really horny." He said smiling at what he said, then 
waiting for my reaction. Now he had reversed it, he was 
playing with me! He was seducing me into his bi-sexual 
ways. But again I was question with, should I tell him? 
He just sat there looking at me innocently with a sad 
look on his face trying to make me cave in.

There were a lot of problems, or should I say 
consequences that would result if I informed him of me 
being bi-curious and all. There's my family finding 
out, who have joked about gay and bi people in the 
past... and plus we're on of those good catholic 
families. There's my friends finding out and either 
acceptance or rejection from them, and these are just 
my high school friends, then my college friends'll find 
out. 

Then, when I apply for a job, if anyone there happens 
to know I go both ways, I may not get the job. It's a 
small world, someone would know that about me 
everywhere I go, word spreads, and this is life 
changing. I'll always have to wonder if I'm ever with a 
guy, what people are thinking. I won't know of my 
parents love me anymore. It's all just too 
overwhelming. My biggest fear is my secret being found 
out. 

I sighed. "This isn't some trick, trying to find out if 
I'm gay or not?" I asked annoyed.

"No dude, of course not..." He said reassuringly. As I 
looked into his eyes, I could tell his answer was 
sincere. I sighed again and he put a hand on my 
shoulder. "It's almost 2:45a.m, let's get back to 
campus." He said and I followed him to the Metro back 
to our college. 

The Metro stops running at 3:00a.m and it takes a good 
ten minutes to get back to campus, so if we ran or more 
like stumbled (got to love alcohol) to the Metro stop 
right there and then, we might be able to get on the 
last Metro back. To our luck, we were able to catch the 
last one back. Very cool. When we did get back, he 
wanted to make sure I was feeling okay, even though I 
was more sober than he was. He followed me into the 
room. "Where's your roommate?" He asked.

"Oh, he goes home every weekend."

"Cool," He said and sat on my roommate's bed. He looked 
around taking in the room. My side was rather neat, my 
bed made, while my roommates side was like an explosion 
just happened. My clothes were hung up in the closet on 
hangers or folded and draped over my desk chair, his 
clothes were everywhere. I started to empty my pockets 
and remove my watch and put them in a box I keep stuff 
in. He just watched me as I did all this.

"There's water in the fridge or something if you want 
to sober up or just want a drink..." I said.

"There's only one thing I want to drink..." He 
responded. I stopped for a second, and then continued 
what I was doing. Who was I kidding, he was turning me 
on so much...I wanted him so bad. And he just waited 
there watching my every move. 

"Oh forget it!" I said and climbed on his lap facing 
him putting my legs on his sides. I took his face into 
my hands and started to kiss him as he wrapped his arms 
around my sides and them rubbing up and down them 
lightly with his fingers. Then he pulled me closer to 
him so I could feel his dick pushing on my stomach and 
he could feel mine on his. And we kept kissing getting 
more passionate as the movement of our tongues 
progressed and our lips locked more tightly together, 
and our hands exploring and caressing the other's body. 
I got up for a second and locked the door, and then 
slid through the chain lock. 

He smiled and said, "Nice!" As I got back on top of him 
to continue what we were doing. Now we were on my 
roommate's bed, and out of respect I suggested we move 
to my bed. He agreed and he had me lay down on got on 
top of me and continued to kiss me as I returned them. 
It then started undressing him, lifting his tight t-
shirt over his head only releasing our lips for a short 
period, a period that seemed like hours of loss from 
his sweet lips that I yearn so badly every time I see 
him. He had a nice happy trail while the rest of his 
upper body was clear of hair, just how I like it. 

He had the most beautiful toned skin and nice pecs and 
biceps that he had hugged me with before. I wanted to 
be in those arms again and up against his tan body and 
warm skin. I took each of his hard nipples into my 
mouth as he threw his head up in ecstasy and put his 
hands on the back of my head. I lightly nipped them he 
pulled me up and started making out with me. As my lips 
concentrated on his, my hands undid his belt, threw it 
on the floor, and then his shorts. He wore a nice pair 
of yellow boxer briefs tight on his ass and his pouch 
was massive! I wanted to release that cock and put it 
my mouth. But I would let him undress me first.

He was a little bad at getting my clothes off, but I 
didn't tell him. I had done this before, I wasn't sure 
if he had. But he kept wanting to kiss me. I mean I 
love kissing, one of my biggest turn-ons, but he was 
really obsessed. Thank gosh he tasted so good or this 
would have been awful ha-ha. After we were both in our 
boxer-briefs, he was ready to expose his cock. He 
climbed on top of me so that his crotch was right on my 
sternum and he released his cock, so big it was hitting 
me in the face. It was cut, and flaccid and about 7 ½ 
inches! Not yet have I seen one bigger than mine in 
real life. It was cut with a beautiful head and got 
thinner as it connected to his shaven balls. 

Actually the whole thing was shaved, the only hair he 
had was a happy trail. He knew I like it as it help it 
to my lips. I opened them and started to suck. He had 
such a great scent and taste to his dick. I enjoyed 
sucking it and wanted to get it all in fighting my gag 
reflex, tasting every inch of his hairless cock. I 
wanted this so much and I was finally receiving again, 
and it was much better then I imagined. He also liked 
it, and after a minute started thrusting his hips 
inward, face fucking me. 

Then we switched and he sucked my dick, which he was 
also not the best at it. I mean whenever a wet mouth 
covers your dick, it feels good, but he was trying to 
mock my deep-throating skill and he kept dragging his 
teeth along my shaft, so I didn't get to thrust my hips 
towards him like he did. I encouraged him anyway faking 
ecstasy. He like the fact that my dick was uncut 
licking the area under the foreskin, he said he loved 
the taste and never suck an uncut dick before. I'm 
surprised he sucked dick before. 

Mine which was throbbing for a sucking was now sore 
from his teeth. I finally pulled out not being able to 
take it anymore. And he pulled down back to kissing. 
This was really turning out to be annoying. He wanted 
me to cum in his mouth and I said I'd start pumping and 
let him suck when I was close. I loved the feeling of 
cumming into someone, but I wanted his cum too. 

I sucked him off first it was decided, and he was 
loving it breathing heavily as I went down on it. He 
hadn't cummed in a while, so he told me I was getting a 
lot. The more the merrier. I just didn't understand it, 
he was such a hot guy and so popular, but I couldn't go 
through another dick sucking from him. He told me he 
had been with other guys before... they must have small 
dicks. He wanted to make these sexual feelings he had 
last... we had the whole weekend.

Damn. He wanted to go down on my cock again. I could by 
the way his beautiful eyes looked into mine, and then 
at my limp dick which was so afraid that his teeth 
would tear it up again. He kept looking at me and then 
his dick. He still was gorgeous, even know he was awful 
at blowjobs, his body and his beautiful face still 
turned me on and made me hard. I was fighting with my 
dick to stay down, but it wanted to go up. It was like 
gym class all over again where those gym pants show 
everything going on inside your pants. I prayed 
everyday not to get an erection in phys ed. 

God listened to my lustful prayers. Back to the most 
attractive boy in my college sitting across from me on 
my bed all innocent looking...innocent to cock sucking! 
I know I'm making a big deal out of this, but you spend 
a minute of him deep throating your dick, and the sores 
will be making it the only thing you think about till 
they scab or even till they heal!

He saw disgust on my face as I watched his head move 
close to my dick. He saw the uneasiness in my eyes as I 
had my lips like Lucille Ball after she did something 
bad. He lifted up and looked into my daze out at the 
poster that hung on the wall as I braced myself for 
another scraping. He broke my stare. "Hey..." He gently 
placed his hand on my shoulder as I shook from his 
touch, "What's wrong, why are you so nervous now?" He 
asked like a concerned girl.

"I'm n-not nervous..." I said my voice shaky.

"Here, let me calm you..." He put his hand on the back 
of my head and pulled me into another kiss tongue 
wrestling with me again. Man did he like kissing, and 
boy was he intense this time! I could taste my own 
scent of dick on his tongue (when you're not 
circumcised, it has a strong scent under the foreskin. 
as he dove it into my mouth, I tried to resist kissing 
him back, bout sucking face with another guy is my 
biggest turn-on when I'm gay-horny. 

I felt his huge cock jabbing me in the chest as we were 
kneeling on the bed facing each other, our knees 
touching. He placed my cock between his legs so it was 
up against his groin and he moved close to me and then 
away from me like I was fucking a girl. It felt so good 
as I felt my pink head being released from the foreskin 
and then back in it. After I was actually getting close 
to cumming, he took his mouth of mine and moved down to 
mu dick. 

Damn. At first, he wasn't bad. He pulled back the 
foreskin slowly and licked the crevice of the foreskin 
where it connected to the head, and he repeated this 
ring motion numerous, numerous times. It felt so good! 
He moved down and inch, and then an inch more, another 
inch more and the fuck the teeth! "Ahhh stop!" I said a 
little too loudly. Luckily it was rowdy in my dorm hall 
still. He kept going. I became softer and calmer. I 
sighed deeply, "Stop, stop..." I lifted his head from 
my burning dick and he looked at me puzzled.

"What?" He asked sadly that he had somehow disappointed 
me. His sadness made me feel so bad, like when you make 
a girl cry, it pierces you through the heart! His sad 
face was piercing my heart as only seconds before his 
teeth were piercing my dick. I sighed again deeply:

"I have a confession to make..." I paused and looked at 
him. "You suck at sucking dick!"

Now he looked annoyed, a fire in his eyes "What!?"

"Dude, you're fucking digging your teeth into my dick! 
Look at it! If you can't deep throat it, don't try to! 
I've done it before! Obviously you haven't or your suck 
of twelve year old boys with small dicks. My gosh, you 
are awful! And what's with the kissing!? Dude, as much 
as that may turn me on, I like to breath! I'm tired of 
playing fake ecstasy, you aren't good." 

And after I said this, this scolding of him, I knew I 
had gone too far. I have been told that I am too 
verbally abusive. I looked at him as tears started 
streaming down his face. He couldn't look at me, 
instead he looked at his dick fiddling around with it 
as it became limp, his chin to his chest. He stopped.

He then sighed, "I just wanted to please you, just like 
you were pleasing me...and I guess I screwed it up... 
It's just so hard to find a guy, a guy like you..." He 
moved close to me.

I inched away from him, "Dude, but why? You are 
gorgeous, all the girls want you!"

"But I don't want them, pussy is gross!"

"Alright dude, it smells, but if you're as horny as I 
get, the smell turns you on even more as you're eating 
her out as her moans, those un-human sound she makes 
has you eating her out even hard diving your tongue and 
face as deep in there as you can!"

"I don't want pussy, I don't want a girl, I want you!" 
He said and threw his arms around me as I didn't react. 
I sighed.

"Hey, how about, if I teach you how to suck dick, and 
then I'll let you try again, I'll be your, your tutor?"

"Yes!" He said enthusiastically. I decide to waste no 
time and got my white board and markers out and 
sketched his dick which was rock hard again, so was 
mine. I was going to show him through diagramming. Ha-
ha I'm so gay, in a pathetic sense, not really...yet. 
As I drew, he came from behind me, the length of his 
dick along the crack of my ass. He put his arms around 
me right above my hips, feeling the curves from my 
chest to my waist. Then he took hold of my dick, and 
stroked it lightly, and then really fast. 

Then he put his finger on my head and stated moving the 
foreskin up and down, and then he used a few more 
techniques on me that I never thought of. I then 
started drawing a head as he continued, showing the 
tongue, the teeth, the throat and then I screwed up. 
The line I drew continued off the board and on the wall 
until I dropped it. I felt wetness around my cock, and 
then the most amazing blowjob, even better than the 
surfer-dude! I mean it. And it was the kid who had been 
with me all along! Why was he so good now!? What the 
fuck!? 

"Dude, what the fuck!" Even though I wanted to further 
experience his new technique of suctioning his mouth on 
my cock, taking all the air out of his mouth and his 
lips moving in and tightening around my cock, I pulled 
his head off.

"What?" He asked.

"Why are you so good now!?"

He smiled. I didn't. "Do you love me?"

"Huh?"

"I said, do love me?"

"Pardon, but..."

"Dude," He smiled, "I was testing you, no guy who 
didn't love me would not put this much effort into our 
relationship...you really do love me. He hugged me 
again like he did before. "I love you, my boyfriend." 
He smiled.

I pulled him off, "Whoa, boyfriend!?" I asked.

"Yeah..."

"Dude, I'm not interested in being boyfriends...I 
brought you in here just for pleasure, not for 
passion..."

"But...but I love you!" 

"But I don't." I said.

"Here, let me suck you're cock, I'll turn you!" He said 
and took me in his mouth again. I pulled him off before 
he could amazing and held him away from me whit both my 
hands on his shoulders. We looked at each other and I 
put a look of distress on my face. He put his chin to 
his chest again knowing what I was going to say. He 
looked up into my eyes, no tears this time.

"Look..." I sighed deeply one last time. "It's not 
going to work..." And for a long time we stared at each 
other, my hands still on his shoulders. This time he 
removed them, got dressed in his boxer-briefs and jeans 
and picked up the rest of his clothes and went to the 
door to leave. 

"So, I guess this is really it, I'm so sorry this would 
never work between us, I really like you." He started 
to unlock the door...

I leaped off my bed and pinned him to the door my arms 
on each side of him. "No...kiss me tonight, kiss me 
forever..." And I brought my lips to his and lightly 
brushed them, and then into a deep kiss until we were 
making out so passionately and intimately this time. I 
put his arms around his hips as he moved his to mine. I 
slipped his jeans to his ankles, and then gripped his 
ass stretching the elastic of those yellow boxer 
briefs, hugging his body tightly.

I've always wanted a pair of yellow boxer briefs, and 
he always wanted passion. I wanted low-rise jeans, he 
wanted me. We gave each other our clothes, and early on 
Monday as we both readied ourselves to go to our 
classes. We smiled and kissed each other as we parted 
separate was for classes. It was a little brick as I 
stepped outside into the cold air, but as I wore the 
shirt that once hugged his body, the boxer briefs that 
one hugged his beautiful cock, I felt the warmth of my 
boyfriend in his clothes and smiled as I headed across 
the street to class.

When I reached the other edge of my street, my cell 
phone vibrated. I answered "Hello?"

"Hey man, it's Scott, you miss me? 'Cause guess wha-a-
at! I'm coming down there to visit you next week! Isn't 
that great!?"

I removed the phone from my ear. Oh no, it was Scott, 
my summer lover, I shakily put the phone back to my 
ear, "Ummm... ye-yeah"

"Ha-ha yeah man, I remembered, you said, we'll have to 
do this again sometime. Well I can't wait! I love you, 
bye!"

What is love? I think I found it out... And I hate it! 

A-w-w-w, what an unhappy ending! Why!? 

END

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