A gay story: Gerry Pt. 02 I didn’t see much of Gerry over the next two weeks, except in class. Mostly I was trying to avoid him. I was still mad at him. One night I did happen to see Gerry walking across campus with an old girlfriend of his. No telling what kind of weird shit he did in bed with her. I didn’t want to think about it.
As I was leaving the classroom one day, Gerry was standing in the hall, waiting. I hated to admit it, but he still looked good. His muscular body filling out his perfect clothes. I couldn’t get that superhero image of him in his underwear out of my mind, but I was determined not to give in. I was going to avoid eye contact and walk past him.
He stepped in front of me, “Hey Aaron, can we talk?”
“No,” I said. Moving to get around him. He moved to block my path. I had nowhere to go. Here we go again I thought, always having to have his way.
“I was hoping we could get together again.” There was an awkward pause, and then Gerry continued, “You know. I mean, work on the assignments like we used to.”
“Why would I want to do that?” I pushed back.
“Because…I don’t know.” He couldn’t find the words, or if he did, he couldn’t say them. After a long pause where neither of us spoke, he said, “I’ll be at the library tomorrow. Regular place and time.” Seeing the unconvinced look on my face, he added, “I hope you come by.”
“I’m busy,” I lied, and walked away.
I didn’t get much sleep that night. I just lay there, thinking. What did he want with me now? It obviously wasn’t the school work. We could both do the assignments on our own. We both knew that. He could have said he was sorry for the way he acted, but he didn’t. Was I just another conquest? I sure wasn’t going to have sex with him again. Let him find someone else for that. Everything about him annoyed me. But it had been incredible. That moment when we kissed was perfect, but then he wouldn’t even let me touch him. It all made no sense. I hated him. Now he tried to make things better and I acted like an ass. I hated him even more.
The next day, I went by the library. Not so much to meet him. More to make sure that he wasn’t there, if that makes any sense.
He was there, right where he said he would be. I wished I hadn’t come. I wanted to leave before he saw me, but too late, he saw me and smiled. A bit too satisfied at first, but he quickly corrected that. With no reasonable option to escape with any sense of pride, I walked over to where he was and sat down.
“I was hoping you would show up,” he said, relieved.
“Occasionally I make bad decisions,” I said, bitterly. Reflecting on the first time I said yes to working with him, and my decision not to leave his room when I had the chance. I could tell he knew what I was thinking. We both sat there in silence.
Regretting my tone, I suggested, “How about we just work on the assignment?”
“Yeah. That would be great,” he replied, and with that we started to work. Some moments were like old times, with nothing gone wrong between us. And then my mind would wander. Checking out his chest, looking for the outlines of his nipples. Spying his crotch. Thinking about the sex, and then getting mad all over again. Trying to stay focused was an extreme mental challenge.
We continued to meet and work together. Never straying too near a conversation about our past sexual encounter. Then one afternoon, Gerry said, “We never did get to go out to eat. You know that day, in my room, we were going to get something to eat, but we never did.”
“Yeah, because something else came up,” I said as we laughed.
“That’s enough work anyway. I’ll take you to my favorite place. Come on, let’s go.” Why did it always feel like I didn’t have an option?
I figured we would end up at a local burger place, but instead it turned out to be a restaurant that specialized in healthy food. It made sense, given his attention to his body and working out.
As we were approaching the door, I recognized a girl walking along the sidewalk, one of Gerry’s many girlfriends. “Hi Gerry. You getting something to eat?” she asked, ignoring me.
“Actually, I’m going to eat with my friend Aaron here,” he said, while putting a hand on my shoulder. “Maybe another time. I owe him from a couple of weeks ago. Class project. He’s been a big help.”
“Oh. OK. Whatever.” She said, disappointed. “Text me later.”
After we went inside and sat down, I told Gerry. “You didn’t have to get rid of her. If you wanted to eat with her that’s OK. We could do this some other time.”
“Aaron, relax. I’d rather be on a date with you than her any day.” Date? What did he say? Did I hear him correctly?
“Umm. We’re on a date?” I asked, confused.
“No, I think it’s more like just dinner. To be a date, you’d probably need to eat, do something else, like a movie, and then wind up having crazy passionate sex. Now that would be a proper date.”
“You’re awful,” I said, trying not to laugh. I knew he said these things to play with me. Make me sexually uncomfortable. It was all part of his well-practiced charm. Take you to the edge, push you just past it, then do it again, until he got what he wanted in the end.
“Well, based on that definition this is definitely not a date,” I added.
“Yeah. You’re right. I wasn’t really thinking of doing a movie.” He said with a grin.
“Stop. You really are awful.” I said, embarrassed, as my cock stirred in my pants. Our eyes met, and at that point he knew he had won me back.
“Anyway, let me order some things off the menu. You should eat the right things. It will help you add muscle when you start working out with me.”
“I’m working out with you now? You just decided that. Were you even going to ask?” I replied, slightly annoyed. This was typical Gerry. Though secretly I was glad he was thinking about me and wanted to spend more time with me.
“Yep. We are. No reason we can’t make you a better person. Plus, you’ll get to see me all sweaty in my workout clothes. You’re going to love that. Admit it.” He said with that all too familiar grin.
“I give up. You’re…. I don’t even know the right word.”
We managed to make it through the rest of our meal in a civilized manner. Keeping mostly to school related topics and current events.
As we walked back to the dorm afterwards, Gerry said, “Aaron, I’m not going to invite you up to my room, because, well, as you said it’s not a date, and I don’t want you to think I just did this to have sex with you.” I give him credit. He was trying so hard to be the gentleman. It must have been painful for him. I also knew what he really wanted was for me to come up to his room, so we could fuck all over again, and satisfy his strange desires.
Seeing the opportunity to turn the tables on Gerry, maybe even get my way a little for once, I replied, “That’s too bad. Here I was looking forward to it. My big dick has been so lonely. My balls are so full of cum, they’re ready to explode. And your cock, that’s all I can think about when I look at you.”
He stopped momentarily. Then shot back, “Who’s being the awful one now? I can always change my mind about that invitation you know.”
“Well, if I come up to your room, you’ll have to fuck me to get me to leave,” I replied, with a smile.
“That settles it you pervert. You’re coming up.”
We raced up the stairs, straight to his room, and started taking our shoes off. His room looked the same, familiar. It also brought back memories.
“Gerry, could you stop for a minute,” I said, and he did, pausing. “For this to work, things are going to have to be different.”
“What do you mean different?”
“Well, for one, you’re going to have to let me touch you,” I said.
He thought about it, hesitating. “How exactly… because you know…”
“I know,” I interrupted. “You don’t have to say it. How about let’s just take it slow. If it’s too much or too weird or whatever, let me know. I’ll stop. Just promise not to get mad. OK? Believe me, I still want you to fuck me something terrible, but we’ll get to that. OK?”
“Yeah. Last time… I don’t know what happened.” Was all he could manage to say.
“Listen, just trust me. I’ll stop whenever you say to. I think you’ll enjoy it though. Maybe it’s my way of making you a better person.” I said with a smile. My dick throbbing in my jeans, at the sight of him.
“OK, I promise.”
“Good, because I’m so horny, and a proper fucking is the only thing that’s going to take care of that,” I said getting us back on track.
He was ready, eager. As he sat on the edge of the bed taking off his shirt, he revealed a tight gray body-hugging t-shirt molded to every contour of his muscular chest, with two pointy nipples in need of attention. He really was the perfect male specimen.
“Just lay back. Here on the bed.” I said, “Let me start. I’ll go slow.” Once settled, I reached out, lightly brushing my fingers across the fabric covering one of his nipples. He closed his eyes and sharply inhaled as I made contact. Tensing up. “You’re good. I got you,” I said as I lightly caressed and pinched his nipple. It got hard from the stimulation, making it easier to tease and pull. The combination of pain and pleasure leading to soft moans as he relaxed. I shifted my attention to his other nipple, repeating the ritual. Then worked them both, with more forceful pinches and twists, focusing on his pleasure.
“Fuck. I like that.” He said. “My cock is so fucking hard.”
I bent over to bite one gently with my teeth, as I continued to play with the other. Clamping down, nibbling the shiny fabric that was stretched over his skin. His body twisted on the bed. Shivering to the thrill. His hands on the back of my head, keeping me there. Following as I shifted from one nipple to the other. I could have gone on forever, working those tender nips.
“Oh man. That’s feels good. Let me work on yours.”
“Let’s save that for later. Right now, there’s something in your pants that needs my attention.” As I moved down, I could clearly see the outline of his erection, straining against his pants. Even though I had already taken his cock up my ass, I hadn’t gotten a chance to inspect it closely, play with it, taste it. As I started to unbutton his pants, his body tensed up. I stopped. Waited a moment. “Relax. I’ll go slow.”
“Let me do it,” he said, and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his thighs. Leaving his black briefs in place, straining to hold back his hard cock. “Work on it through my underwear. You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” He knew me. He knew what I wanted. It may have been his superhero powers. I don’t know. I just knew I wanted this moment, so badly.
Instead of replying, I lowered my face toward his bulge. His hands guiding my head downward. Making contact. The fabric was thin and stretchy, molded to his fat cock and balls. Rubbing my lips across his shaft. Measuring its length. Nibbling at the head. Roaming over every square inch. Finding his balls. Tracing the shape. My fingers exploring the tempting line between fabric and flesh. I inhaled his musky scent. His cock pulsed against the straining fabric as I worked. I was delirious. The sight, the touch, the smell, all combining into an erotic drug. Making my dick ache painfully and my asshole pucker.
Raising my head, I said, “Let’s get your dick out. I need you to fuck me before I fucking explode.” He helped navigate his cock through the fly, and then his plump balls. I could finally see that beautiful meaty cock. Wanting desperately to caress it, lick it, suck it, just like I did in all those fantasies I jerked off to after we started working together. But that would have to wait.
I struggled to take off my shirt and pants. My huge cock barely held in place by my stretched bikini. Slightly more modest than what I was wearing last time, but still skimpier than what Gerry was wearing, and with an obvious dark wet spot where my dick had been leaking pre-cum.
“I wondered what you had on under those clothes. Every time I see you, I wonder what’s holding back that huge cock of yours. What I’ll have to rip off to fuck that ass of yours.” And with that, he started pulling down my underwear, lifting my legs up, positioning himself between them.
“I almost forgot. One more thing.” He said, as he got up and went across the room, opening a drawer to retrieve something. My ass was disappointed, waiting, desperate for his cock, but he was an incredible sight standing there in his gray t-shirt and black briefs with his cock and balls handing out, obscenely. My fucking superhero.
He came back to the bed. “This is your underwear. You left them here last time. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve been using them to jack off into. To remind me of you and that big cock of yours.” He held it up to his face, inhaling its deep ripe scent. Smiling, taking in the funk. He then put it up to my face, so I could smell them. Inhale the odor. Revel in his crusty spunk. I was incoherent at this point, my head spinning, taken over by my senses and his control of my sexual desire.
“Fuck me. Oh please, fuck me now!” I begged. I couldn’t take anymore stimulation. I needed release, I needed to be fucked.
He lubed up his exposed cock, and entered with a confident stroke. Knowing I wanted him inside me. I didn’t touch my own dick. Best to leave it to flop around hard, begging for attention, straining to unload. I knew that was what he wanted, what he needed, to watch my big useless cock as he dominated my ass. He ground away, driving his cock in to the hilt. Forcing his black briefs and heavy balls up against my ass. I could only moan in agreement. He pinned my legs back, forcing my ass up, exposed and defenseless against his assault. He continued to thrust, harder and harder. My prostate was being battered. The fucking continued as he enjoyed every powerful stroke and my complete submission. I knew I couldn’t take much more. I was so close.
“Are you ready?” he asked between breaths.
“Yes,” I nodded.
He reached out and pinched one of my nipples with his left hand. Then grabbed my raging hard cock with his right hand. I was in shock. Shock from the pain shooting through my nipple, his cock poking my swollen prostate, and the electricity from his first touch of my huge cock.
He held my cock so that it was pointing at my face, just a few inches away from my open lips. He grunted, “Shoot that fucking load!” Twisting harder on my nipple and giving my cock a rough couple of strokes.
I didn’t need to be told twice, as my load just started flowing, shooting across my face, into my open mouth, dripping down my chin. Spurt after spurt I erupted until I was drained and drenched in hot cum.
“Fucking incredible,” he moaned, as he pulled his cock from my ass and repositioned himself with his cock in front of my face. A few short strokes later and Gerry let out a gasp. His load shooting out, onto my face, into my open mouth, dripping downy cheeks. Joining my own cum. Stroking until the last drops emerged.
Breathing hard, he dropped down onto the bed beside me. Spent. He rolled over, finding my lips with his. Licking our cum, forcing his tongue inside me, sharing the tastes of our success. Enjoying the sticky mess we had made.
After we could kiss no more, we lay there, recovering.
Remembering last time, I didn’t try to touch him or initiate any contact. I wasn’t sure how he would react. Instead I said, “That was great.”
He reached over to hold my hand as we lay there.
“I still think you’re a pervert.” He said in jest.
“I think you are too. That’s why I like you so much.” We shared one last sensual kiss.
I don’t know how long we stayed there, enjoying the moment. It was quite some time. Our breathing had long since returned to normal.
Gerry spoke first. “You know how last time how I told you I had sex with other guys before.”
“Yeah.”
“Well it’s not true. You’re the first. I just thought you should know that.” He said.
I was stunned. It might explain some things, I thought, but I had so many questions.