Chapter 10
“Jus.”
“Mrmpff.”
“Time to get up.” A chuckle.
“Actually, I see you’re already ‘up,’ so I guess I should say it’s time
to rise and shine.”
“Bite me!”
“In your dreams, roomie.”
Justin opened an eye and then woke up quickly. Bailey was standing there
naked, rubbing a deodorant stick in an armpit. The two had been
comfortable about being naked in front of each other from the beginning, but
Justin couldn’t help enjoying the sight of his muscular friend in all his
glory. He especially admired Bailey’s substantial ass. It wasn’t
fat. There was no fat on him anywhere. But he had big, muscular glutes, and Justin salivated at the thought of what he
could do, given the opportunity, with those melons.
He sat up, put his feet on the floor and watched.
“Pervin’ on me again, huh?”
Bailey asked with a grin.
“Busted! Does it bother you?”
Bailey had put down the deodorant and was now standing on one foot as he pulled
on his boxers. Justin hated for the show to end, but he admired the way
Bailey’s muscles rippled under his skin as he shifted from one foot to the
other and pulled up the shorts.
“Not really. I’m flattered, actually, that you like to look at me.
And I know you aren’t gonna try to put any
moves on me.”
He pulled a green wifebeater over his head, giving
Justin a breathtaking show of pits, biceps, deltoids, pecs
. . . .
“You aren’t going to put any moves on me, are you?”
Justin stood up, stretched, grinned, and said, “No, man. You’re a lost
cause.”
Bailey and Justin often studied together on weeknights, but that evening Bailey
left after supper saying he had a study date. A little
after
“Hey, bro. Who was your date with?”
“Ruth.”
“I haven’t heard you mention her before, have I?”
“No, this is the first time we’ve done anything together.” Bailey dropped
his backpack and sat on the edge of his bed.
“Gonna ask her out this weekend?”
“Already have.” He grinned as he took off his shoes.
Justin shut down his pc and swiveled to face Bailey.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“As they say, you just did.”
“Smartass.”
“Go ahead, ask.”
“It’s none of my business, but . . .”
“If I think it’s none of your business, I won’t answer. So ask, already.”
“You’ve dated several different females in the
time we’ve been here, haven’t you?”
“Well, yeah, I suppose.”
“Have you ever dated any of them more than a couple or three times?”
“Sure I have. There’s, well, let’s see . . . Actually, I guess
three times is about the most.”
“You’re quite the player, aren’t you?”
Bailey looked embarrassed.
“Hey, I’m not criticizing. I was just wondering.”
“Look, Jus, I’m not trying to put notches on my belt or anything. I don’t
think I’m really the player type. And I haven’t been getting all that
much.”
“Interesting.”
“What is?”
“Well, I was just thinking. We gay guys have the reputation of fucking
around and being unable to have stable relationships. But at least I
haven’t messed around with anybody except Hal since we got here.”
“I hear what you’re saying. But we’re both too young, too early in our
college careers to be looking for Ms. Right, or in your case, Mr. Right.
Would you describe Harry as your boyfriend?”
Justin thought about that for a minute. “Not really. Have you heard
the term ‘fuckbuddies’?”
Bailey grimaced. “Yeah, but it sounds awful.”
Justin grinned. “It’s not so bad. But I wouldn’t mind finding Mr.
Right. I don’t see why it’s too early.”
“Maybe it isn’t. For you.” He paused.
Then, smiling, he said, “If that’s what you want, good luck, man.”
“Thanks, bro.”
* * *
As Justin was leaving Principles of Design one day, a member of the class came
up to him.
“You’re Quinn, right?”
The speaker was a wiry black guy about Justin’s height. He had a gold
loop in each ear and two gold chains around his neck. ‘Nice,’ Justin
thought. ‘Not too much. And the gold looks great with his dark
skin.’ The guy’s hair looked as if it had been shaved a few days earlier
and had grown out enough to look like five o’clock shadow all over his head.
“Yeah. I’m Justin. Sorry I don’t know your
name.”
Extending his hand, the guy said, “Peavy.”
“Oh,” Justin said, “that would be Kevin Peavy, right?”
“Uh huh. Wanna go for
coffee?”
Wondering why, a month into the fall term, Kevin Peavy
invited him for coffee, Justin said, “Yeah, sure, I guess.”
At a table in a relatively quiet corner of the Commons with something that passed
for coffee in styrofoam
cups, the two young men faced each other.
“So, Kevin Peavy, why did you want to have coffee
with me?”
Kevin looked back at him, the look from his brown eyes boring into Justin’s
green ones. “You’re gay.”
“So?”
For the first time, Kevin seemed uncomfortable. “Well, so am I.”
Justin’s cocky grin appeared. “Peavy, are you
trying to pick me up? ‘Cause if you are, I should tell you I’m kind of
with someone.”
“Get over yourself, Quinn. I just wanted to ask you to come to the next
GSA meeting Thursday night. It’s a good group. You might meet some
people you like. Both sexes, gay and straight.”
“Yeah?” Justin knew there was a GSA group on campus, but he’d
never really thought about going to their meetings.
“We need to support the cause. There’ll be a business meeting and then
they’re showing a flick. You and your boyfriend should come.”
“Okay, I’ll ask him. Now, why don’t you tell me about Kevin Peavy?”
He found out that Kevin was from
They chatted until Kevin, saying he needed to get to his next class, excused himself.
Justin couldn’t help noticing that the skinny Kevin had a nice package and a
pleasingly protuberant ass.
That evening Bailey and his girlfriend du jour were
going to a French film sponsored by the theatre department.
“You and cutie pie can have the room. I won’t be back until after
“He’d hate it if he knew you called him that.”
Bailey grinned. “Then don’t tell him. And open the window, please!”
Justin saluted. “Yes, sir!”
When Harry tapped on the door, Justin pulled him inside and closed it. He
pushed Harry against the wall and, cupping his
friend’s balls with one hand, began to kiss him. Soon he had his fingers
wrapped around Harry’s hard dick through his khakis and boxers and his tongue
pushing down the squeaking Harry’s throat.
Harry’s knees began to buckle, but Justin held him up by the handle he was
grasping.
When, finally, they broke apart, sucking in air, Justin said, “Welcome to my
lair.”
Panting, Harry said, “That’s the way it feels. Like I’d just stumbled
into your cave and been attacked.”
“Not unpleasantly, I hope,” Justin chuckled.
“Oh, no!” It was Harry’s turn to fondle Justin’s
package. “Now, what did you have in mind?”
“You!”
“I’m available. Let’s get to it!”
After opening the window, Justin began undressing Harry, who cooperated fully,
and then helped Justin shed his own clothes.
As they faced each other, dicks erect, Justin grinned and said, “Now I’m gonna fuck you!” He had pulled back the spread,
blanket, and top sheet of his bed. He swatted Harry on the butt and said,
“On your back, stud.”
After Harry obeyed, Justin knelt beside the bed and began to lick. He
started with an ear, first sticking his tongue in it, and then sucking on it
while Harry wriggled and moaned. Leaving the ear, Justin slowly worked
his way down Harry’s neck, onto his chest, taking his time as Harry cooed his
pleasure.
Letting a nipple pop out of his teeth, he licked his way further down Harry’s
taut body.
“You’ve got nice abs, Harry. Must be the gymnastics.”
“Yeah, originally. But I do a lot of crunches to
keep ‘em, now that I’m not doing gymnastics any
more.”
“Mmmm!”
Justin was licking in the valleys between those mounds. Harry was
wiggling and moaning again.
“Come on, Justin, please!”
Justin looked up at Harry and gave him an evil grin. “Please what?”
“Bastard! Suck me!”
Instead, Justin began tonguing Harry’s innie navel.
Harry squeaked.
“There’s no rush, Hal dude. We’ve got three and a half hours before
Bailey gets back. Relax.”
“How the fuck can I relax when you’re doing that?”
“You must cultivate patience, Grasshopper.” He put his index and middle
fingers against Harry’s lips. Harry obediently sucked them into his
mouth. After he had lapped his way from Harry’s navel to his pubes, he
sucked Harry’s sweet pink cock into his mouth. Removing his fingers from
Harry’s mouth, he slowly pushed them into his ass as he worked on his hot,
rigid dick.
“Ohmygod, Jus! Ohmygod!
That’s so . . .”
Justin chuckled. “Ya like that
“Oh, I’ve never, it’s so. . . , ohmygod!”
Slowly finger fucking his friend, Justin oh-so-gently licked and sucked his rod,.
It wasn’t too long before a panting Harry said, “Oh! Oh, I’m gonna come!”
Justin drew off long enough to say, “So come, baby.” Then he took Harry’s
cock all the way down and used his throat muscles to stimulate it – as he
continued to tickle Harry’s joy spot.
Soon he was rewarded with a mouthful of hot boyjuice.
His knees sore by this time, Justin got into the narrow bed beside Harry and hugged
him.
Nuzzling Justin’s neck, Harry whispered, “Oh, Jus, that
was fantastic! But you haven’t come yet. What can I do?”
“That was the warm-up. Now I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Do it!”
Justin reached under the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube and a foil packet.
Soon ready, he positioned himself behind Harry, who was on all fours on
the bed. He fingered Harry’s eager hole again for a few minutes, but then
Harry begged to be entered.
As he slowly, gently shoved his sheathed tool into Harry’s hot opening, Justin
thought, ‘And that bastard Todd said I was only a bottom boy!’
Later, after he’d filled the condom, he and Harry collapsed. He wrapped
his arms around the smaller man, rolling them onto their sides, and they lay
there, warm, content, happy.
“Oh, that’s so sweet!”
‘Huh? What?’ Justin opened his eyes. He was still lying with his arms around Harry, his semi-hard cock still
in his friend’s chute. Bailey was standing there looking down at them.
He didn’t seem to be angry or disgusted. He was smiling.
“Oh, sorry, roomie. I
guess we went to sleep.”
As Harry began to stir, Bailey said, “Well, at least you opened the window.”
* *
*
“Oh, Hal, I forgot to tell you something.”
Justin and Harry were having breakfast at the Commons. Bailey had gotten
up, showered, and presumably eaten earlier. Justin had no idea where
Cliff, Harry’s roommate, was and didn’t care.
“Yeah? What’s that?” Harry asked, putting down
the fork with which he’d been eating scrambled eggs.
“A guy in one of my classes and I had coffee the other morning.”
“Oh?” Harry seemed disturbed.
“Yeah. Cute gay guy named Kevin Peavy.”
“Oh?” Harry raised an eyebrow and began to push the rest of his eggs
around the plate.
“Yeah. He’d figured out that I’m gay.”
“Well, like, that’s a no brainer.”
“What do you mean? I’m not femme or anything!”
“No, but you don’t make any secret of being gay, Jus. Everybody that
knows you knows you’re gay.”
“Oh!” Justin picked up a piece of limp bacon, studied it for a moment,
and then put it back on his plate. “Well, anyway, he wanted you and me to
come to the meeting of the GSA tomorrow night.”
“How’d he know about me?”
“I thought at first he was trying to pick me up, so I told him about
you.”
Harry sat up a bit taller and smiled. “You did?”
“I did.” Justin took a swallow of his coffee. “But I think we
should go. Like Kevin said, we gotta stick together. He said
there’d be a short business meeting and then they were showing a film. Would you be willing to go?”
“Sure. I might meet somebody cute.”
“Watch it there,
“Well, we both might.”
“Does that mean you aren’t satisfied with me?”
Harry laughed. “Oh, you’re so easy. I’m just jerkin’ your chain,
baby.”
Thursday evening Justin told Bailey where he and Harry were going.
“That’s the Gay/Straight Alliance, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“Would you guys mind if I came with you?”
“Of course not. But it’s almost time to go. Grab your hoodie. It’s chilly out there tonight.”
Justin was impressed that Bailey was willing to go to the GSA meeting with
Harry and him. The first meeting had been largely a social affair.
The president, a good-looking young woman Justin couldn’t believe was a
lesbian, welcomed everyone, outlined some of the activities planned for the
coming year, and then adjourned the meeting. The movie was a mystery with
a gay detective based on a series of novels. Afterward, as they were
sampling the punch and cookies, Kevin Peavy came over
to Justin and his friends and Justin introduced them.
Kevin went out of his way to be nice to Bailey. Thinking a word to the
wise might be in order, Justin managed to get Peavy alone for a moment and mentioned that Bailey was
straight.
“You didn’t need to tell me that, Quinn. My Gaydar
told me he’s just gay friendly.” He grinned. “But we need to make
all the breeders feel welcome. This is supposed to be a Gay/Straight
group, you know. See if you can get your roomie
to bring some of his straight friends next time. Maybe
his girlfriend, if he’s got one.”
* *
*
One weekend Justin went home with Bailey to
Bailey’s home was in a subdivision that, he told Justin, was built in the 70’s.
It was close to the major shopping mall in
The Stones were pleasant enough, but, Justin thought, somewhat distant.
At lunch Bailey’s parents asked the predictable questions. Although
he was sure Bailey would have told them the basics about him, Justin was
surprised when they asked where he was from what his parents did, what he was
planning to major in, and so forth, as if they knew nothing about him.
That afternoon Bailey suggested that they explore the Cleveland Museum of Art.
He asked his mother if he could use her car so they wouldn’t have to use
Justin’s
“Oh, dear, I’m going to use it. But you can take your father’s.
He’s going to be working here at home and won’t need it.”
Bailey sighed. “Oh, okay.”
Justin was surprised when they were ready to leave to find that the senior
Stone’s car was a silver Mercedes sedan.
“Dude, what’s the matter with driving this?” Justin asked, as they buckled
their seat belts.
“Oh, it’s just such an old man’s car. I mean, Dad’s not that old.
But this beast is so . . . well, pretentious.”
Justin chuckled. “Well, if it really bothers you, we can take my car.
You can drive, since you know where we’re going, though.”
Bailey seemed grateful. “Thanks, Jus. But you drove us here.
I really don’t mind driving.”
Justin, who’d never been to the University Circle area of Cleveland before, was
impressed with the many institutions there, the Cleveland Clinic campus, the
Case Western Reserve University campus, Severance Hall, the Cleveland
Institutes of Art and Music, the Cleveland Natural History Museum, and, their
destination, the Cleveland Museum of Art.
Since both of them were taking an art history course together, they were
engrossed by the offerings of the CMA. Bailey, who was planning to major
in art history and had been there many times, couldn’t help lecturing once in a
while. Justin found it all fascinating and developed an increased respect
for his roommate as they wandered around the museum, gazing, fascinated, at
everything from pre-Columbian and ancient Greek artifacts to works by Picasso
and Klee.
They spent the afternoon in the museum. When they left, Bailey drove them
past downtown and into
“If this were a weekday,” Bailey said, “We’d see big ore boats and freighters
going up and down the river.”
“Cool!” Justin said.
The next morning, typical college men, they slept in. Even Bailey, who
was more of a morning person than Justin, managed to stay abed until nearly
“Oh, there’s juice and coffee, boys,” Bailey’s mother said, “and some brioches.
You may want to put them in the oven for a few minutes to warm.”
“Can’t we just nuke ‘em?”
Bailey asked.
“Oh, no, dear. The microwave will make them
tough. But the oven’s on, and it won’t take long to warm them up.”
Justin had never had brioches before, and he loved the buttery rolls with more
butter and strawberry jam on them.
After they’d cleaned up, they put their things in the Rav
4. Bailey had gotten a hug from his mother. He shook hands with his
father. Justin received handshakes from both the senior Stones. And
they started back to Colby.
As he drove west on the Ohio Turnpike, Justin couldn’t help wondering how a
warm, sensitive, considerate, caring guy like Bailey could have sprung from
such seemingly self absorbed people as his parents. He wanted to ask
Bailey about that, but he couldn’t think of any way of doing so without seeming
to disparage Bailey’s folks. So, doing something uncharacteristic, he
heeded his mother’s advice: “When in doubt, keep your mouth shut.”
* *
*
Justin and Harry continued to attend the meetings of Colby GSA. Bailey
usually managed to find a reason not to go with them after the first meeting.
They did get to know a number of gays and lesbians at those meetings,
however, and they felt comfortable there.
One evening during the social period following a meeting, Kevin Peavy and Blake Alexander, a tall, thin guy with black
hair, brown eyes, a mustache and goatee, came over to Harry and Justin.
“Hey, guys,” Blake said, “my partner and I are having a party Saturday night,
and we’d like you to come.”
“Oh,” Justin asked, “are you two partners?”
Kevin and Blake looked at each other and grinned. “No,” Blake explained,
“my partner is Jay Phelps. That’s him over there talking to the redheaded
guy.”
They looked where Blake had indicated to see another tall guy, this one with
brown hair and very broad shoulders. From that distance they couldn’t see
his eyes.
Harry perked up. More cautious, Justin said, “Oh? What kind of
party?”
“Mostly people from the GSA and some other gay friends.
We’ll have something to drink and some snacks and we’ll just talk and
there’ll be dancing. Just a way for people to become
friendly. My roomies and I share a house. Fred, the straight
one, is gonna be away, so Jay and I are taking
advantage of his absence to have some people over.” He grinned at them.
“I hope you’ll come.”
Justin and Harry exchanged glances “Yeah, we’d like to.”
Peavy had been standing there with something like a
smirk on his face. “Cool!” he said.
The guys all bumped fists as they parted.
The evening of the party Justin wore a pair of jeans he thought showed off his
ass and package well, with a light green button-up shirt. He was fiddling
with his hair when Bailey said, “Oh, you lookin’ to
get laid tonight? Won’t Harry be with you?”
Justin blushed. “Yeah, Hal’s coming, too. I just want to look good.
Anything wrong with that?”
Bailey laughed. “Not a thing. And you look fine.”
“Okay, then I guess I’ll go down and get Hal.
You got a date?”
“Yeah, Ruthie and I are seeing a flick at the theater department.”
Justin made a face. “Again? Something else with sub-titles?”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Well, don’t wait up.”
“Jus . . . be careful.”
“Of what?” He bristled slightly.
“You’re not much of a drinker. It’s easy to forget how much you’ve consumed
at parties.”
“You’re right. But you don’t need to worry. I really don’t like
beer all that much, and that’s probably what they’ll have. I’ll just
stick to pop.”
“Be good. And have fun.”
He grinned at his friend. “Awww, how can I have
fun if I behave myself?”
To Be Continued