A gay story: Varsity Low Ch. 09 It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we’re going
No care in the world
Maybe I’m learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this, you know there’s nothing
Roxy Music —- More Than This
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Anders and I had taken to studying together, late, at Sennwick Library, in the two hours or so before closing. It was quiet then, with few other students, just us, some exhausted TA’s, proletarian scholars, and driven careerists.
I took a big table in my fave study spot, and settled in with my Political Geography text, a class that was more enjoyable than I had anticipated. Anders sauntered in, took the other chair, and put his backpack down quietly, in a mock display of not disturbing me. With a boyish grin, he slowly slid a Cool Mint Chocolate Cliff Bar towards me, knowing I liked just that flavor. I was again awestruck to find myself so thoroughly adored by this splendid and sweet natured young man, his tangled strawberry blond mane still damp from the locker room showers following wrestling practice.
He was wearing a navy blue quarter zip fleece I had given him, big, but still enhancing his thickly muscled chest, back, and wide shoulders. The zip all the way down, giving me a glimpse of his untrimmed rug of blondish chest hair. Fuck around he was hot.
We had only gotten closer since our recent road trip to the Delaware shore. The easy going silences more comfortable, the intuitive pleasing of each other more subtle and knowing, the glances freighted with meaning. It was all so great.
He fished out the dog-eared paperback copy of “Moby Dick” he was wading thru for a lit class, and we settled in, two undergrads studying late in the quiet library. Grif texted me:
GRIF: Come to my Satyr playpen! 8p Sat night, Caleb will join us for some adult play, as directed
Anders requested this on our trip; that the four of us get together for a boy romp at Grif’s off campus digs. I got with Grif, and he made it happen with Caleb. I slid my phone over to Anders so he could read it.
“Whoa. OK. Yeah!” I got his lusty rapscallion butt pirate grin, a bit of bad boy under the wholesome mid-western varsity jock exterior.
“You wanna do this? For real? I have not responded to Griffin yet.” I asked.
“Hell yeah. Let’s go for it.”
“OK then. I’ll tell Grif we are onboard,” and started texting.
ME: with Anders now, we are all the way in, what can we bring?
GRIF: two XL pies from Little River Pizza, four sixers Rolling Rock in bottles, cold, please
ME: ok, cool, we will be there, L&K
GRIF: awesome! GN!
Just like Grif to invite us over and ask me to bring pizzas and beer. He was always super generous with his weed, and an eager host, so it was still somewhat endearing. I showed this exchange to Anders, and he nodded eagerly. “I will cover the Rock; you get the pizzas.”
“Cool. We can fish the GTI out of student parking and get all that before heading to Grif’s place on Saturday.” I said.
“Thanks Trav. For being so cool about this.” Wide green eyes, brows up.
“Not a problem. I get to be with the three hottest dudes on campus, smoke some weed, eat pizza. Caleb will like you.” I gave him my own butt pirate grin, and a complicit wink.
I looked around, making sure we could not be heard, and leaned closer. “Caleb’s agenda is fairly narrow, He’ll come in, drop trou, kick back on the sofa, and let the three of us worship him orally. He’ll cum in the mouth of his choice, wipe off his dick, pull his jeans up and leave. The three of us can tear into each other every which way at that point. I’m not trying to put you off, just managing expectations.”
Anders grinned, “Yeah, he’s townie trade, I get it. It’s all good. Thanks for looking out for me, Trav. You always do.” I touched the tangled forest of blond fur on his thick forearm lightly with my fingertips, and we resumed our studies in comfortable silence right up to the closing of the library for the night.