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Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2011 23:24:29 -0400
From: preecherdave@gmail.com
Subject: Unexpected Change

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read this. All characters are fictitious.


Unexpected Change


It was first week of September of a new term. It was my third year at
university. I knew that I had a hard practice ahead of me but I felt that I
needed an upper body workout. My legs and endurance would come from the
coach's intensive practice later today. I was a starter on the University
soccer team and I played midfield. I needed endurance but I also needed a
little more weight and upper body strength against some of the big
defenders when they used their size to try to intimidate me. So, to the
gym.

As I ran into the weight area, I ran into a guy who was about my height
6'1". He was heavier than me and he almost knocked me aside. I just held my
own with a little luck. I did need that extra heft. He gave me a quick
smile and a sorry, bud. Nice guy. After a really good workout I was ready
for some more breakfast and a coffee (one of my addictions). The guy that I
had bumped into was coming out of the food line as I went to go into it.

"Hey, we have to stop meeting like this." I said with smile and a laugh.

"Yeah, at least you didn't try to run me over this time. Why don't you join
me when you get your food? Might be safer for me."

"Yes, you are right. That should at least keep us from injuring each
other."

So I joined him and we had a great breakfast. He was on the varsity hockey
team. We both admitted that we didn't know too much about the others sport
but would like to learn more from a player's perspective. As we got ready
to leave I introduced myself, Mike Sterling and he was Jeff Stone. We
talked long enough that I had to run to my next class; that might at least
help with my speed (pace in soccer) and my endurance.

My class was the History of Western Europe. I really loved it and it wasn't
even my major. I was in Economics. After a great lecture on the background
of the Renaissance, I went to meet Lucy. Lucy and I had met a few months
ago and had been seeing one another off and on for a month. I found her a
bit insecure and a bit clinging but we had some chemistry between us,
especially in bed. I have to admit that I just felt that we were not going
to be going out forever with each other. I don't know, I just didn't see
her as my soul mate. I just hoped that I wasn't leading her on. I had so
much to do with classes, essays, workouts, practices and meetings and
outings with the team that I didn't have a lot of time left over for a
relationship. But we liked each other and had a good time together.

Over the next few weeks, I continued my workouts at the gym and kept on
seeing Jeff once in a while.  A couple of times we stopped for coffee and
breakfast again. It was strange how a chance meeting can be so interesting.
Jeff and I seemed to be able to chat and share ideas about our courses and
our sports. Perhaps it was the shared experience of being on a varsity team
that made us so compatible. I actually started to look forward to our
breakfasts together when we happened to meet at the gym.

One morning in the last week of September, Jeff mentioned that he was going
to be doing some new free weights and asked if I would like to spot him. He
approached this hesitantly as it would mean that we would have to meet
regularly and set aside a definite time. My program was beginning to build
up my strength and the coach noticed a new confidence in me. Jeff and I
talked and he suggested a new, better program for me that would involve
free weights as well. We could do it together three times a week. One more
obligation but it fit in with my plans well and I figured that it would
really help my soccer.

Our new workout sessions went well that first week and we had breakfast
together almost every time. My team was winning and was in second place. I
had scored several goals because I was beginning to win more battles with
the defence. Jeff's team wasn't doing quite as well but he was one of the
stars of the team. We had both ended up at the pub on several nights in
September and the first week of October when our teams were celebrating. We
had gotten to know some of each others friends on the team. It had been a
great start to my term.

Our morning talks had become easier and more personal. In the last week
before Thanksgiving (for American readers, Canadian Thanksgiving is the
second Monday of October), I had asked Jeff about girlfriends and such and
he replied that he had a girl back home, going to another university. I
jokingly asked how he dealt with the tension of no sex. He replied with the
time honoured raising of his hand with a little up and down motion. We
laughed and he said that I was lucky to have a girlfriend. I said yes and
no. I explained my feelings about Lucy and also commented that with my
schedule and hers, I wasn't really getting much relief that way. I raised
my left hand to indicate that I used the same solution as him. We both
laughed and went off to class.

Later that week, we had had a great workout and were laughing and joking
around at breakfast. We were getting ready for the Thanksgiving weekend. I
made the comment that I really wouldn't be getting any relief this weekend
as Lucy had left to go home and I was going to my parents for the
Thanksgiving weekend. I was in a strange position as my parents had paid
for my room at the university even though we lived in the same city; they
wanted me to have the "full university experience".

Jeff commented that he was not going home so we would be in the same
situation. I guess it was in the spirit of the day that I jokingly said,
with a big grin, wink and slap on Jeff's back that we could help each other
out. Jeff went silent and I suddenly thought that I had really made a
mistake. Then, Jeff, with a devilish look but in mock sincerity, said that
a hand was a hand. We both laughed and left the cafeteria. We made plans to
join his team at the pub on Friday night.

We had a great time with lots of laughs, pool, darts and beer. As the group
broke up for the night, Jeff looked at me and asked if I was tired or I did
want to come back to his room to listen to some music and have a last
beer. Why not? It had been a great evening of camaraderie; it wasn't
late. Neither Jeff or I had had a lot of beer and I said that I would
prefer a soft drink. He said that we were on.

Jeff's room was filled with hockey stuff and hockey pictures and I began to
rag him on the wimpy sport that pretended to me so manly. I added that
soccer really was the game for thought, endurance, skill and
toughness. Suddenly, I was tackled from behind.

"I'll show you manly and toughness you soccer wimp." The wrestling was long
and hard; he had the size and strength and I had the agility and a few
moves from wrestling class in high school. We finally declared a truce.

In truth and with a lot of surprise, I was slightly turned on by the
physicality, the touch, the closeness of a good friend and probably several
days of abstinence. I looked at Jeff and he stared back at me. Nothing was
said for a few seconds that seemed like a minute. Jeff cocked his head and
simply asked if we wanted to help each other out. I was stunned and yet
curious at the same time. My comment was that I was tighter than a drum and
needed a release. We both looked at each other and started to laugh. He
asked me why I was laughing. I looked confused and said that I didn't even
know how to start with a guy. Jeff said that that was incredible because
that was why he was laughing as well. I was also nervous.

"So we have no doubts about this?" I asked.

"None for me but I just don't want it to hurt our great friendship." Jeff
replied.

"Jeff, it will just be a one off and a way to say that we are mates who
have been helping each other in so many ways. On this long weekend, we
found another way to help."

"Mike, how do we start?" Jeff asked again with a smile and a little
embarrassment.

"Jeff, what would you do if I were a girl?"

"I would probably get close, would look at you and kiss you."

"I have an idea. Let's skip the kiss and just do this," I replied as we sat
on the edge of his bed. I don't know where my next actions came from. As we
were sitting on the side of the bed, I just simply put my hand on his thigh
and moved my fingers lightly on his thigh and leg. Jeff responded with a
little shudder and followed my move. We looked at each other, smiled and I
just said "mates". I was not really prepared for what followed but that
doesn't mean that I didn't like it or felt repulsed, on the contrary. I was
surprised.

After a few minutes of stroking each others thighs and moving our hands up
closer to our baskets, there were several sighs and oks. We were following
each others moves and obviously turned on. I know I was filling out as was
Jeff. With a grin, I said that my jeans were feeling very uncomfortable and
that I thought that Jeff's looked the same.

His reply was, "Yeah, very uncomfortable".

I got up and faced him and then bent over and undid his top button and
carefully pulled down his zipper. I then ran my fingers several times over
his underwear with the large outline of his rigid penis under it. Jeff
squirmed and moaned very softly. Slowly, he looked up at me smiling and
reached up to repeat my actions except my jeans fell to the floor leaving
me feeling exposed even though I had on my boxers.

Now boxers are great but in this situation, very disconcerting. Jeff's
erection was neatly tucked away but mine was straining outwards and up,
making a big tent. Jeff only made everything worse by stroking the hairs on
my leg. I could feel and see a wet spot forming on my boxers. Jeff helped
the situation by simply saying "nice" as he gazed with fascination at my
boxers.

I stepped back and got Jeff to stand up. I pulled his jeans down and we
both stepped out of our jeans. I looked Jeff straight in the eye and said
mischievously that this was unfair that I was sticking out all over the
place and that he was neatly tucked away. He replied that I should do
something about it. I carefully pulled down his shorts and stood back and
looked at him. He eventually said that fair was fair and he took mine
off. I had had my fair share of sex with girls and so had Jeff but this was
a very charged and sexually stimulating moment. I figured that it was the
novelty and the moment but it is one that I knew that would remember for a
long time even if it was only a one time experience.

Jeff and I were about the same size, around 7". I was a little thicker and
he had a larger head; both of us were uncut but we knew that from the
shower room. His erection was tilted up and closer to his stomach, mine
stood almost straight out in front. Both of us were very hard and precum
was forming. We were both highly excited. I moved closer and touched his
cock for the first time. It was warm, hard yet soft to the touch. I moved
my fingers from the base to the head and circled the head; I knew what
excited me when a girl touched me. Jeff responded with a shudder and
another moan. When he repeated this on me I knew what he was feeling and I
moaned and squirmed.

We were close to each other, lightly fingering and handling each other,
looking at each other with surprise and a slight smile of satisfaction. We
both started to move our hands over each others cocks. I stopped for a
minute and asked Jeff if he had any lubrication. Luckily he had some hand
cream which we replenished several times over the next 10 minutes. We
started to fist each other more quickly and strongly. At one point, we sat
on his bed with our heads against the headboard. I told Jeff that I shot
hard, long and a lot and that I should take off my shirt to keep it
clean. So we both undressed fully. That time allowed us to settle down a
bit. I know that I eased off as I had been very close to climax.

We both tried different strokes and using fingers just around the head. He
slowly moved his hand from the base to the top and then slowly rotating his
hand around the head. I was close. So was he. Suddenly, I could felt my
orgasm coming like a train. The tingling started way down in my legs and
balls and then up through my cock and finally there was the first pulse
that sent semen up to my chest. The second spasm splashed my chin. The next
ones were lower until the last ones were just spilling out. In another part
of my brain I heard Jeff moan oh shit and then he too was shooting long and
hard and moving and crying out with each spasm.

When we stopped, I smirked and said that that was some help. We looked at
each other and laughed.

"You know, Mike, my brain tells me that I should feel as if we have done
something wrong but it just feels right. Thanks for your friendship this
term, it has meant a lot to me."

He got a towel and we cleaned up and got dressed.

"Jeff, I don't know what just happened but I think that this has deepened
our friendship. I guess that I should be getting back to my place. I have a
big shopping trip with the parents tomorrow and some jobs around the
house. How about a workout on Tuesday morning?"

"Great idea." We gave each other a hip bump as I left and I went back to my
room to think about the evening.

The weekend with my parents was great and I ate way too much Thanksgiving
turkey. A couple of times I wondered how Jeff was doing by himself. I knew
he had some friends from his team that he was going to some movies with and
having dinner with on Sunday night at the Cafeteria. On Tuesday morning we
met and had a great workout. We filled each other in on the events of the
weekend. Nothing was said about the Friday evening and there was no
awkwardness, just the same banter and fun.

On Thursday morning, we had a strong workout. I noticed, not for the first
time, that exercise sometimes left me randy and excited. At breakfast that
morning, Jeff commented on how great and alive the workout make him feel. I
jokingly said that I wasn't sure and that sometimes it made me randy and
frustrated as hell. Jeff said that was one of the things that he meant by
saying it made him feel great and alive. We looked at each other with a
question in our eyes. He looked me straight in the eye and asked if I
needed help.

"Could use it." I said

With a flippant voice he said, "Your place or mine?"

"Mine!"

We repeated Friday night except we both decided without asking to
undress. Before we even started, I was half hard when I undressed; he was
even harder. This became a pattern once or twice a week with no questions
or comments, just a hand job between friends.

I had a surprise from Lucy. She phoned and asked to meet at the coffee
shop. She told me over coffee that she was finding that my schedule and
hers, my practices and my many outings with the boys left no real time for
her; she wanted to just walk away with no hard feelings. She wanted to stay
friends. I felt some regret but more relief that I was not leading her
on. My misgivings had been answered.

In the first week of November, my team won the Varsity championship and I
scored one of the goals. I asked Jeff to come to the celebration with me as
he knew all the guys and got on well. We had a fantastic evening. We all
danced with the girls and drank a bit. Some of the guys being good looking
jocks ended up with partners for the night. It looked as if Jeff had met an
interesting blond. I could have had my choice but I got a rid of a couple
of girls telling them about my girlfriend; well it was almost true. I just
didn't feel like it for some reason. Surprisingly, Jeff was equally
"friendless" by nights end. I asked him what had happened to the blond he
had obviously enjoyed dancing with. He smiled as he said that he told her
about the girlfriend back home. I felt relieved and happy that we could
just enjoy each others company.

We walked back to his place regaling each with the night's adventures. We
bumped each other; called each other liars when the stories got
exaggerated, laughed and cavorted. I figured that this was going to be one
of our helping nights. While the door was open, he turned on a light by his
bed so that the lighting was soft and inviting. The mood changed as the
door shut. The setting, the walk home, too much beer? Who knows. We walked
towards each other and started to undress.

When we were undressed, for the first time, I ran my hands over Jeff's
chest and did something that a girl could drive me crazy with. I circled
one of Jeff's nipples and then lightly moved the nipple back and forth with
my finger. I kept doing it. Oh, Jeff was a nipple man too. Like some men
and myself, he shuddered and let out little noises with his mouth. I ran my
fingers through his light chest hair: more gasps. Then he started on me. My
eyes closed and mouth opened as electric shocks struck. My nipples are
connected directly to my cock. I was in heaven or lust or both.

With soft touches our hands moved over chests, back to the nipples and then
we started to caress and pull the hairs in our armpits. We were certainly
finding our erotic spots. After a few minutes of this, I was looking into
Jeff's mesmerizing eyes and I just knew what I wanted to try.

"Jeff, I want to taste you. Is that OK?" I had never dreamed of doing
anything like this before; I had never been in this position before. I was
curious and horny. He looked perplexed but nodded OK. I let my tongue touch
each nipple and sucked slowly softly and then harder on each one. Then I
dragged my tongue down his chest, stomach and stopped at his bush. I looked
at his cock and then looked up at him. He said nothing but looked as if he
was lost in a dream. I touched the tip of my tongue to his slit with its
wetness and tasted for the first time, Jeff. I then slowly took the head of
his cock into my mouth and slowly ran my tongue around its circumference. I
was more turned on than I had been in a long time. Jeff had put his hands
on my head and was slowly moving his fingers through my hair and pushed his
shaft back and forth in my mouth.

Jeff slowly pushed me off and simply said that it was his turn. Slowly he
repeated my actions and when his mouth took in the head of my cock I
thought that I was going to cum on the spot. He licked the slit gently and
slowly used his tongue to lick around the head and then just under it. I
cried out as every nerve in my body was on fire. He closed his mouth around
the head and slowly sucked and moved his mouth down my shaft. As he was
doing that, his hands softly touched my balls and the hairs on my
legs. Every touch of a hair or skin was magnified a 100 times. When his
tongue moved around my cock as he sucked it and gently squeezed my balls, I
cried out.

When I took him in my mouth and slowly went down as far as I could and then
back until just the head was in my mouth, licking with my tongue, he
yelled, "Mike you are killing me".

Finally sitting side by side, we brought each other to the edge with our
hands and quickly brought each other over the edge. Thank God we were
naked. The spasms that came through our bodies, made our cum splatter
everywhere - chest, stomach, hands and legs. We both looked dazed and
disoriented. We just looked at each other in amazement.

Finally Jeff said "Mike, its late. Why don't you stay the night?"

"OK."

Strangely, there was no more action then or in the morning. Jeff must have
awakened early because I finally heard him from far off.

"Mike, you lazy piece of good for nothing soccer wimp, I am hungry and need
to wash up and get to class. For some reason I have this dried film all
over me and you do too." That was it. No recriminations, no second guessing
just the old Jeff. We laughed and joked all through breakfast and made
plans to go to movie that night after his practice.

What had happened? Something had changed between us. I had enjoyed sex with
many girls. Sex with Jeff had become something else. The more I thought
about it the more confused I became. I took the easy way out and decided to
just let it go and go with the flow. I liked my life as it was.

For the next couple of week, we worked out, ate a lot meals together. I
studied and practised; he practised with his team which was doing much
better. We went to the pub with our buddies and helped each other out with
our hands quite a few times. In the last week of November Jeff's team had a
final party to celebrate before exams and the Christmas break. Again we had
a great party and ended up without female companions at the end of the
night. I suggested a night cap in my room and Jeff agreed.

We'd had a good night and it was almost a repeat of our earlier team
party. When we stepped into my room. We undressed and this time lay on the
bed and touched each other all over and took our cocks into our mouths in a
69. After about 10 minutes I felt Jeff take his mouth off me and sit up and
turn around. Jeff looked me straight in the eye and put his lips on
mine. We had never kissed in all our entire months together. Again, I am
very oral and a kiss with gentle tongue is a huge turn on. We explored each
others mouths and then turned back to our cocks.

It was no longer a gentle session but one where we were sucking hard and
fast with hands on balls and buns. We came to the edge several times,
slowed and continued. Finally, I warned Jeff that I was close but he did
not stop. I desperately came off of him and told him that I was going to
cum. His answer was to suck harder and faster. Suddenly, almost without
warning I was shooting into his mouth. Somehow I kept my mouth on him and
suddenly something hit the back of my throat. I could taste salt, a little
sweetness; it was strange but awesome. Both of us came so much that it was
leaking out of the sides of our mouths. We sat up looked at each other and
licked up the cum and kissed long and hard. We lay back on the bed and held
each other. Surprisingly, Jeff just fell asleep.

I couldn't sleep. What had happened? I started to think back to the last
few months. Jeff and I had been together continually at the gym and much of
the time at meals. Our lives revolved around studies, our teams and each
other. I had come to rely on Jeff as my companion and friend. We went to
team parties and the pub together. I went back to my conversation with
Lucy; I had no time for her and I had felt almost no regret about losing
her. I had developed a life with Jeff. Wow, it came together, the lights
flashed on. We had to talk tomorrow. I must have drifted off because I woke
up close to Jeff and hard as a rock.

"Wake up you worthless hockey scum." I gently said out loud to Jeff.

"Uh?" came the brilliant reply.

"We need to talk."

Jeff looked up with panic written across his face. Shakily he stammered,
"What about?"

"This (I pointed to my erection) and that (I pointed to his), you and me."

"No, please Mike, I shouldn't have done it. Please, can we still be
friends?"

"You shouldn't have done it? What about me? Did I do nothing? I have done a
lot of thinking (more panic on his face). Hockey scum, I think that we have
become more than friends. You feel that I am more than a friend and I now
know that you are more than a friend. I like this and that (pointing to you
know where) and you. My life has come to revolve around you. I like my
life. There, I have said it. Let's figure out what we are going to do about
this."

The look of relief on that big hockey jock was so transparent and so real
that I did what came to my mind from my heart. I reached over and kissed
him on the lips and hugged him tight. His response left no doubt that I had
done the right thing. I cannot explain any of this. I had led a
heterosexual life. I had lots of buddies and had no sexual interest at all
in any of them. But when I think back, I had enjoyed their company more
than any girlfriend that I had had. I had felt truly that Jeff and I were
friends, helping a friend looking for sexual relief. Jeff had crept up on
me. Now, like a puzzle, it fit together.

We decided to get up and go to breakfast after our shower. We talked about
what we would do now; how we would act. We agreed that we would not date
anyone else and that we would be circumspect around others. This would be
our world. We went back to my room and I must admit we had some of the most
incredible and intense sex that I have ever had. I was in a relationship
with a man and that was mind boggling.

Jeff was going back home for Christmas as was I. I persuaded him to come
back a few days early to be around for New Years and to stay at my parent's
house as one of my new university friends. I finally asked about the
girlfriend and he said that a few weeks back she had informed him that she
had met a guy at her university and that they had agreed to breakup. Jeff
had never mentioned it as he felt exactly as I did about Lucy.

We didn't have a lot of spare time as exams were on us and we had very
different schedules although we did meet up privately quite a few
times. His exams were over first and on the day of my final exam we decided
to go to the pub with some friends. He was leaving the next day. As usual,
we had a great time. Again, as we had begun, we left separately and met
back at Jeff's room. We were being discrete.

When I arrived he was naked in bed. Our lovemaking and that is what it was
now, had become more varied as we learned how to please each other. Tonight
was to be very different as it turned out. I undressed quickly and went to
join him.

"Oh, Mike you have missed me. You are already excited."

"No, you big jock shit I saw a beautiful woman on the way over making out
with the most handsome guy you could ever imagine. I almost asked if I
could join them."

"Come here and I'll make you forget everything that you saw."

"Yeah, don't promise what you can't deliver. You are filled with BS."

With that he jumped out of bed and started kissing me. You know me and
tongue; I was panting and dripping by the time we finished. I decided to
retaliate by sucking and biting his nipples. He moaned and I smiled. We
dragged each other over to the bed and started kissing again but our hands
roamed over our bodies. I suddenly felt his hands and finger over my ass,
another very erotic spot for me. His fingers were gently stroking and then
moving farther down until they pulled my checks apart and I could feel them
getting closer to my rosebud. When one finger started to circle it I moaned
and squirmed. Jeff had a look of concentration and triumph on his face.

I followed my usual rule of do onto others as they do unto you. Jeff looked
transported when I touched the entrance to his anal canal. I decided to go
a step further. I raised my finger to my mouth and wet it and then with
Jeff looking at me, I put my finger at the entrance and forced my finger
inside of him. As he moaned I moved it around and started to lick his shaft
and suck the head. Jeff was completely gone in the moment. When he did it
to me I felt the electricity as I had never felt it before. We turned each
other on more and more over the next few minutes.

Finally, Jeff looked at me and simply said "there are supplies in the first
drawer. I want you inside me. Move."

We had not discussed this but I had thought about it and Jeff had me so
turned on, my brain told me to follow orders. I found the condoms and
lube. As he pinched the air out of the end of the condom and then rolled it
on me, I felt the most exquisite sense of stimulation. It was erotic. I
could actually see my cock grow even larger. Jeff jokingly but loving told
me to lube him up and get him ready; he told me how. I told him that I
would but only if he did the same to me later. He nodded and said that it
would be a pleasure. His smile was devilish.

I spread lube at his opening. He had told me how to open him up so I put in
one, then two and finally three fingers and used lots of lube. I handed him
the lube and told him to put lots on me as he would need it. He only
laughed and told me to get to it. As I lowered myself between his legs into
the missionary position, I leaned over and started to kiss him. He grabbed
my cock and placed it at the entrance. As we kissed, I slowly pushed. I had
done a fair job of opening him. I slipped in past the first ring. He winced
a bit and had me stop to get used to the invasion.

The heat, the slickness and the feeling of being encircled and pressed was
wonderful. His contractions around my cock sent waves of pleasure through
me. After a couple of minutes as I pressed further in and touched his love
spot, I heard Jeff cry out with pleasure. When I was finally all the way
in, my cock pulsed and each stroke or movement from Jeff was nothing short
of pure pleasure. Again every touch, every movement caused every nerve to
fire. Jeff threw his arms around me and his legs up over my back and
yelled, "Fuck me Mike, slow, steady, all the way in and all the way out."

How could I refuse. I knew that this was not going to last long. He was so
tight and hot that it was almost a painful pleasure but I never stopped. I
fucked him fast and then slow. At one point I was all the way out except
for my head. My cock seemed to pulse and fire jolts of pleasure as I bent
and kissed him. I told Jeff to hold up my chest with his strong arms and I
reached with one hand down to start to jack his cock. He whined with
pleasure. We didn't last long. As I looked at Jeff I could see his eyes and
face scrunch up in a grimace of pain and pleasure.

He shouted, "Oh Mike I'm cumming." I felt his ass tighten and then saw a
shot of cum hit his chin below me. I increased my speed and pressure. With
the tightening of each of his spasms, he was caressing my shaft, I am sure
that I felt the first shot hit the end of the condom and then each
successive shot was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I had held my breath
and when I finished I found that I was out of breath.

Jeff lay below me with a look of exhaustion and satiation. There was a
smile on his face and he demanded that I kiss him. I lowered myself and his
semen coated me. I licked the cum off of his chin and we kissed. Jeff just
looked at me and finally said that he would never hear the phrase that
someone was well fucked without remembering this evening.

When I finally slipped out, Jeff bent down and took the condom off me and
commented that I must have been saving up for a week. He then did something
that I never imagined. He said that I needed to be cleaned up and took my
cock in his mouth and cleaned me. Like most guys, I was very tender after
cumming but this was like something I had never experienced. It was erotic
and painful at the same time. When he finished, he then kissed me and I
could taste myself in his mouth. Wow, this was my jock hunk; I had never
imagined such an erotic finish to lovemaking. We lay with each other; no
words were necessary and none used. Except for the quick question from the
wise-ass.

"Did I make you forget the beautiful woman that you saw on the way over
making out with the most handsome guy you could ever imagine who you were
going to join?"

"You self satisfied stud, yes. You are a wonderful lover, hockey scum."

We slept and in the morning I asked him to keep his promise. He said that
first he had to teach me a few things. He taught me how to clean myself and
even helped. My big jock had been on the internet to learn how to do it. A
man of surprises; last night was not just a thing of the moment. He had
planned it from the supplies to the ways of preparing. I looked at him with
damp eyes, damp with love and astonishment at my gentle, thoughtful
guy. I'll just say that he kept his promise that morning and I learned the
meaning of well fucked. Every nerve in my body had fired again and again.

Breakfast was difficult as I still had the taste of him from cleaning him
after taking off his very filled condom. I wouldn't even brush my teeth. We
had promised to be discrete and not draw attention to ourselves. Beside the
fact that we were both walking gingerly, it was hard to keep our hands off
of each other.

We stopped on the way to taking Jeff to the airport to have ourselves
tested at the university medical clinic. Both of us decided that we wanted
all options open. They would contact us by email. It was difficult saying
goodbye at the airport and being discrete; so we gave each other the manly
jock hug and back pat and then a long shake of the hands. It was going to
be a long week and half. What an end to term. It was clear that my life
would never be the same.

I had to do a mad amount of shopping and getting ready for Christmas but I
managed to get some workouts in at the University. It was amazing how
everything was different without Jeff. It had lost a bit of its
zip. Christmas was great with my brother, his wife and kids and my sister
with her boyfriend over for Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Christmas
dinner. I had a great time with the kids and even took them skating. There
were the usual questions about my courses, my soccer, social life and
dating. Lucy came in handy and I was able to deflect. The Boxing Day sales
were insane as usual. This it is what it must be like in the Sates on Black
Friday. Finally the 28th came and I was back at the airport. Mom and I had
driven out and were waiting at the bottom of the escalator as Jeff appeared
at the top. If stares could melt ice then there would have been little ice
around the airport. I think that Jeff's smile was as big as mine. Then came
the manly hug and salutations. There was a slight reaction when during the
hug and back pat I said, "Wait til I get you alone."

"Mom this is Jeff, the hockey bum. Jeff, this is the greatest mom."

"Hi Mom." Jeff smiled.

Mom laughed and said that she liked that. "Don't ever think of calling me
Mrs. Sterling."

Back at the house we put Jeff's luggage in his assigned room and I took him
to see my room. As I shut the door, I just pulled the 200 pound jock into
my arms and kissed him as if there was no time left on earth. When his
hands went down to my crotch, I batted them away saying,"Don't you dare get
me excited; we have to go down stairs to meet Dad." As usual, Jeff
laughed. We agreed to meet in his room later that night when everyone was
in bed. Dad loved hockey and he and Jeff were instant jocks discussing
teams, players and statistics.

Later that night we had our first lovemaking without condoms and I had to
admit that the second time in Jeff with my cum as lubrication was
fantastic. I promised him the same experience the next night. I left and
slept in my bed; it was lonely even knowing that he was down the hall.

We skated with Mom and Dad. Jeff and Dad watched some hockey games and had
esoteric discussions about this and that. Mom and Dad had plans for New
Years and Jeff and I had made plans for a get together with some friends
over a potluck supper and some drinks.

New Years Day was one that I shall never forget. Dad and Jeff were watching
some sports and Mom and I were in the kitchen. Mom sat at the table and
gave me some tea and biscuits. She looked at me and then seemingly screwed
up her courage and said, "You and Jeff are pretty close aren't you?"

I looked at her and shrugged and gave my standard reply, "Yes, we do a lot
together, workout, know mostly the same people so we party together. Why do
you ask?"

"Well, you know that you and I have always been close and honest. I know
you well Michael. I couldn't help noticing how you look at each other when
you think no one is looking and you do little endearing things for each
other. And then I was about to come into the kitchen yesterday and I saw
you put your arms around Jeff and give him a quick kiss. Last night I went
to the bathroom and your door was open a bit. You were not in bed; you
weren't downstairs and weren't in the bathroom. As I passed by Jeff's door,
I heard movement in his room (she used finger quotation marks � mom, the
detective and diplomat). I have never seen you look so happy and
alive. Michael, just so that you know, I love you no matter what. Nothing
and I mean nothing, could ever change that. Jeff calls me mom and I like
that."

What do you do when a person is so perceptive, loving and kind? You don't
lie. You don't dig yourself in deeper.

"Mom, I always thought that you had eyes in the back of your head; now I
know that you are just a good detective. You have it right; Jeff and I more
than friends. I cannot explain it. It has never happened to me before. I
have had lots of girlfriends. I have had lots of movement in bed with
girls. I used the finger quotation marks. Not one girl has made me feel the
way Jeff makes me feel and made me feel the way the I feel about him. We
just love being together. I guess that sums it up. Thanks mom, that took
guts to ask."

"Michael, I am proud of your answer and that took guts to answer the way
you did. I am just surprised. I never saw this coming."

"Neither did I Mom. It took months to develop and suddenly one day the
puzzle pieces came together for both of us. About 4 weeks ago we committed
to each other to be together and be monogamous. You are the only person who
knows."

"Michael, you know that you have made a difficult choice"

"You have no idea how much I have thought about that and its
ramifications. Jeff and I have discussed it. We have just decided to take
one step at a time. I guess that I have just taken a big one here in the
kitchen. What about Dad?"

"I think that you and Jeff should discuss that and I shall go with your
decision. But until you make your decision, watch yourself. Your dad is a
pretty intuitive person."

That night we did discuss it a lot. We decided that we would have to move
out of our private world into the wider one and this would be a start. You
obviously cannot hide every action and movement. Life would just become too
difficult. The next day, I asked Mom to prepare Dad if she could think of a
way without actually telling him and that after supper that night, Jeff and
I would tell him. She commented that mom's always got the tough
jobs. Supper was great but my stomach was in a turmoil. I refused wine and
so did Jeff.

When we went into the living room, I thought that I would explode. Dad
looked at me and asked how Jeff and I had met. I told him about the
workouts and the collision on the first day. Dad commented on how luck
sometimes played such a role in our lives. I figured that was my opening.

"Dad, you just don't know how right you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Dad, you are so right. Jeff and I have developed a really close friendship
over the last few months. In fact, it sort of crept up on us. I know you
look a bit perplexed. Jeff and I are more than friends."

"I am not sure exactly what you mean but it does seem to be heading in a
very surprising direction."

"You can say that a 1000 times over. It even surprises us sometime. Neither
one of us expected what happened. We started out as workout buddies, then
breakfast companions, then confidants and then turned out to be soul
mates. That led to closer ties."

"Mike, your mother and I have noticed how really happy and alive you have
been since Thanksgiving. We were talking about it last night (so Mom did
figure out a way � thanks Mom). Are you two together?"

"Yes Dad, we made the decision 4 weeks ago. You and Mom are the only ones
who know. I think Mom guessed that something was up during the last few
days."

"Times are changing. I never thought that I would have this talk with any
of my boys. You know that you have made a tough choice. Yes, I can see from
your eyes and faces that you do."

As he stood up he came over to us and we stood up. The bear hug had me in
tears of joy. He let me go and looked at Jeff in the eyes and then me.

"Treat each other with love and respect. Be equals. Surprise other once in
a while. Learn to accept and forgive"

And then he gave Jeff the same warm hug.

"I guess it is welcome to the family, Jeff. I finally have someone who can
really talk hockey with. I'm Dad to you."

We decided not to throw things in their faces so we kept our separate
bedrooms. That night however, I was on fire as Jeff put his lubed fingers
in my ass. Before he entered me I sucked him and tongued his slit and ran
the tip of my tongue around and around his corona. I carefully used my hand
and fingers to spread the lube on him. When his cock entered my sphincter,
I squeezed him by opening and closing the canal and his moans told me that
I was torturing him. We were doing it doggie style so he could squeeze my
nipples and stroke my cock and its sensitive head. That caused more
contractions. I finally felt Jeff make one final push in as far as he could
and just hold it. I felt him increase in size and I felt the pulses as he
filled me up. When he finally slipped out I could feel his cum running out
down my legs. Smartly we had put a towel underneath us which also caught my
gigantic explosion a minute after Jeff's. 30 minutes later Jeff was over me
in the missionary position, kissing me as he entered me again. He had said
that lube was expensive and he couldn't waste such a good lube job. I
promised him that he could experience the same cost savings tomorrow
night. We fell asleep together. At some point in the night, Jeff left to go
back to his room and I woke up still wet, missing his warmth and was very
hard again. I got to experience the great lube job the next night �
exquisite as usual.

January and second term started. It was back to workouts, classes,
practices for Jeff and me. More and more we stayed together in one of our
rooms for longer periods of time. We talked about alternate arrangements
but inertia for change took over. One afternoon I was sitting in the coffee
shop indulging my addiction when Tony from the team came over and sat with
me. We talked about Christmas, the team and classes. Suddenly he asked how
Jeff was over Christmas. I said that he had gone home for Christmas. Tony
said that he could have sworn that he saw us at the local shopping
centre. I replied that he had come back early to spend time at my house
with my family.

"You and Jeff are pretty close?"

"Yeah," I said. "We spot each other on our workouts and we know a lot of
the same people." My usual reply.

"Mike, I am going to go out on limb. Promise me you won't get angry at
me. He waited and I nodded. I have some observations and a question for
you. I noticed that you and Jeff are together a lot, often leave a party
together with no girls. Late in the term, I noticed that you were leaving
separately. One night, he left and then you left a few minutes later as I
was leaving just behind you. I saw you join him on the street. Your
greeting was pretty friendly. Are you and Jeff as close and tight as Steve
and I? There I am out on the limb."

I remembered that greeting and the evening of mind blowing sex. I started
to harden up. Shit, busted. But Tony had outed himself. Jeff and I had
talked about meeting others like us and developing a social life. Do I take
the chance? He had outed himself and I had always admired him and the way
he acted as one of the leaders on the team. I trusted that he would respect
my privacy.

"I don't like answering a question with a question but how tight are you
and Steve?"

"Can't get much tighter. I guess I'm asking if we play on the same team."

"I trust and admire you Tony. I'll take the chance. Yep, we play on the
same team and possibly the same positions." I added with a laugh.

"That last statement, smart alec, is need to know only. Shake hands team
mate. Maybe the four of us should get together this weekend. Steve is going
to be surprised."

I went immediately looking for Jeff in all the usual spots but he wasn't
around. Well, I would just have to wait until supper. I was excited. I had
someone else to watch my back and we could start our new life with
others. When Jeff finally walked into the cafeteria I was beside myself
with excitement.

"Tried to find you this afternoon (he was tucked away in a corner of the
Library). I am pumped. You know how we talked about getting to meet some
people we could be open with. It happened. Tony outed himself to me this
afternoon." I told Jeff the story.

"Tony on your team and Steve. I would never have believed it. Are you
sure?"

"Yeah, we are going to get together this weekend."

We met Steve on the way out of the gym on Wednesday and he gave us the
thumbs up sign and yelled that he would see us Saturday. Jeff looked
pleased and relieved. We went to a pizzeria and a movie and had a great
time with the guys. We all promised to meet again soon. We had made our
first contact.

Life went on its rhythms. Jeff and I were closer and closer both mentally
and physically. Boy, our sex life was great. Neither of us could get
enough. But just being with him was even greater.

There were two incidents that winter that really stick out in my mind. A
group from my team went downtown to a bar on a Saturday night. We drank a
bit and had a great time. When we came out of the bar, we all spotted
Robin, one of our best strikers (forward for the hockey fans) with his arm
around another guy's shoulder in a very intimate way. I heard a holy shit
from Wade, one our big defensive backs. He yelled out that oh my God, Robin
was a queer. Robin looked around, dropped his arm and had a deer caught in
the headlights look.

I looked at Tony and he looked at me. Simultaneously, he said and I
thought, "So what. You don't know and it's none of your business."

"I don't want any queers looking at me in the dressing room and taking
showers with me." spluttered Wade.

"Has he ever looked at you in the year and a half he has been on the team.?
Has he hit on you? He is one of our best players. Anyway you are not his
type".

I jokingly asked. "Tony's right, who cares? He is still the same guy that
you have played with for a year."

"What's the matter with you Mike? Are you queer too?"

Before I could say anything, Tony barged in using a slightly effeminate
voice, "But I am your type Wade. I have always fancied you for that oh, too
cute butt."

I jumped in and said "Yeah, me too. But I like your big strong muscles. Oh
Oh Oh!!"

By this time the entire group was laughing. Even Wade was a bit red faced
and had a small smile on his face. The issue seemed to be over. I sauntered
over to Robin and said that we expected to see him at practice tomorrow. He
looked doubtful. I asked him to please meet me in the coffee shop at 3:00
tomorrow. I told him that there would be big trouble from Tony and me if he
didn't show. Robin gave a faint smile and moved off.

Robin came. I asked him how he felt and he said he was nervous. I told him
that Tony and I had his back. He asked why. I simply said that he was one
of our best strikers and we were a team. Team members stuck together. I
added that he was still the same guy that had been playing with us for a
year and half. At that point, Jeff turned up and sat down as we had
planned. I introduced Jeff to Robin. Robin stared and asked if he was
looking at Jeff Stone the star hockey player. Jeff did a grande belle,
Scarlet O'Hara routine and said that he was at your service sah (bad
accent). We all laughed. I then looked directly at Robin and said that Jeff
was my best friend and my partner. Robin looked very surprised and pleased
as he put it together. I added that this was private information for him
alone. I looked at him and said, "Let's go!"

As we entered the locker room it went quiet. I looked around and started to
sniff and then start to smell under my arms and said, "Honest guys I
showered and put on deodorant this morning."

"Yeah but you look like a piece of crap Sterling." yelled Tony.

"Charmer!" I replied looking directly at Tony. We had talked earlier to
figure out what to do to deflect everything away from Robin. "Come on
girls, we have a tough practice ahead of us. Let's get going." Talk resumed
and we were off. Sometimes humour just cuts through crap.

The second thing happened a few days later. After all the adrenalin had
gone from the Robin incident, I was back to my busy schedule. It was a
Thursday that Jeff and I had to get up early and get out of the room. I
gave him a peck on the cheek and said, "See you at supper". I had a class
and then did a short workout by myself just before my quick lunch. I was
near the rink and looked to see if Jeff's team had started its big
workout. I saw Jeff's number 12. I watched him skate and stick handle. For
the first time I saw artistry on ice. My big 200 lb hunk was as graceful as
a ballet dancer as he shifted, lunged and skated magic around his team
mates.

I went to the Library and did get some work done. However, later in the
afternoon, images of Jeff skating gracefully down the ice kept intruding
into my mind. Then they morphed into him nude as he shaved or showered or
as he lay over me making love. I suddenly realized that I was really
aroused and had to pinch myself to slow down and get him out of my mind so
I could get up and leave the Library unembarrassed. I managed. It took a
few minutes.

When I arrived back at our room, Jeff was there reading some textbook. He
said hi and I looked at him. Later he told me that my eyes looked as if
they were smouldering. I walked past him and got out the lube. Then I went
over closed his textbook and made him stand up. Then I kissed him. Not a
gentle kiss. I invaded his mouth. My tongue probed and played with his. I
had him just touch the tip of my tongue which gives me exquisite
sensations. Then I started to nip at his upper lip and then his lower lip
and then invaded again. While I was doing this I had his tee shirt out of
his pants and my hands roamed his body. I pinched his nipples and stroked
and pulled the hair on his chest, traced his treasure trail to the top of
his pants and I wasn't gentle. I pulled off his tee shirt and raised one
arm. By the time I was finished I had his armpits totally wet. The musky
smell only fuelled the fire.

Then his zipper was down and his pants with his underwear were on the
floor. I was on my knees with my mouth devouring first one ball then the
next. Finally, I sucked and licked the head of his cock as if it was the
most delicious lollipop in the world. For the first time I deepthroated
him. If he thought that I was finished he was wrong. I turned him around
and started to lick and nip his buns. My hands were massaging his thighs. I
vaguely heard his moans of pleasure. I reached behind me and got the
lube. As I nipped and licked his buns I lubricated him with two fingers,
making sure that they moved inside him and stimulated him. I messaged his
prostate. I was on fire; he was on fire. He could not stop moving. I stood
up and without a word I started to pour lube on the hardest thickest
erection that I had ever had. Jeff looked at me over his shoulder and I
told him that he had messed with my mind all afternoon.

"You are such a hunk and I don't know how I was so lucky. But now, you pay
for messing with my mind."

"So far I have no complaints."

"Put your knees and hands on the bed"

I kissed him as he still looked over his shoulder at me and placed my cock
at his entrance and pushed in past his sphincter as I invaded his mouth at
the same time. I did give him time to adjust but then I was wild. I almost
knocked him over as I threw my body and cock as far into him as possible. I
moved my hips around and withdrew and plunged again and again. I worked him
slowly and then fast. I did short strokes over his prostrate. My hands were
on his balls and cock. Jeff called out in pleasure or squeaked with
delight. Suddenly, I was too close and I withdrew.  Jeff yelled, "What?"

"Up" I said. When he was facing me I poured lube on him and in a second was
on my hands and knees. Jeff needed no instructions. He was in me in a
second and he showed me no mercy either. When I felt that we were both
close. I spoke.

"Jeff," I yelled at him, "You are not to cum in me. I want to cum in you
first."

He withdrew and I entered him again. There was no stopping now. I pumped
and pumped and when my orgasm started, I planted myself as deeply as I
could. After the second blast I started to pump again so that I had that
wonderful feeling of friction, pleasure, pain, firing nerves and release. I
pulled out hoping that he had not cum. When I saw that he had not. I pulled
him up and took his place.

"Jeff, please fill me up." He did. It felt like litres. When he came out I
turned over, reached for his hand and pulled him down beside me. I pulled
him close and kissed him gently with as much passion as I could. The
stimulation from his final thrusts into me had kept me hard. He looked down
at me, turned over and simply invited me into him for round two.

This time it was gentle and loving with a lot of kissing and fondling. I
came again and I realized that he was still hard. I lay on my back and
asked my wonderful lover to come and finish in me. The second climax is
often more powerful than the first and when he came Jeff howled as loudly
as I had. I put my hands back on his buns and kept him in me.

"Mike, I not complaining but what brought that on and how did I mess with
your head when I wasn't even with you?"

"What brought this on? You!! I dropped by the rink and saw you practice for
a few minutes today. I saw my hunky, athletic man almost like a ballet
dancer on ice: 200 lean pounds, graceful, athletic and powerful. Late this
afternoon in the Library I had pictures of you in my head of you on your
skates, skating with power and grace, naked shaving and making love to
me. I couldn't stand up until I calmed down. I was that hard. Lover, you
are so much to me."

"Mike, you are something else. I have almost had an out of body experience
this evening. I cannot tell you how much you mean to me. I love you."

We spooned filled with joy and comfort in the strength of each other.

On a really wonderful note, about the year and bit later, a day before our
graduation, Jeff and I were in a small diner when Wade and a really
beautiful girl walked in. I looked at Jeff and he nodded yes as he
remembered the story. I said loudly, "Wade come and join us. You've met
Jeff Stone?" Wade said that he had heard that Jeff had had a great season
and scored the winning goal in the season final. Jeff did his humble
routine and we were off with laughs and fun. A few days later Wade and I
met in the coffee shop and Wade said what a great evening he and Vicky had
had. He suggested that we should triple date. Our discretion had worked
with one person. Jeff and I were days from leaving the university and going
to graduate studies in Toronto so I looked at Wade with a smile.

"Got to admit something to you Wade. Its a good thing that you are sitting
down. I am sure that Jeff would be glad to go but it would only be a double
date." Wade looked perplexed. I resumed, "You know, you and Vicky and Jeff
and I."

He paused, thinking, cocked his head and replied brilliantly, "Your
kidding?"

"Not on your life. It's almost 2 years now. Still want to double date?"

He hesitated, "I guess you never judge a book by its cover or some stupid
statement like that." More pause, "You and Tony taught me some things,
Mike. Sure."

We did and had a great time. Sometimes things work out right.


Postscript

We went to grad school at the University of Toronto. We both made our
respective soccer and hockey teams. We graduated. We moved back to my home
town where we got jobs. I play league soccer and Jeff plays hockey. We own
a house and have a great mixture of friends, married couples and
singles. We count Wade and Vicky (the beauty) and Lucy and Philip amongst
our best friends.

Lucy and I turned out to be better friends than lovers. I was invited to
her wedding to Philip and Jeff went with me. We both danced with the
bride. We see each other quite often. She just laughs at the irony. We
don't know if Philip is aware. I guess it is a need to know situation.

Oh yes, five years after we started to work, we were married in front of
family and friends and our vows were blessed at Mom and Dad's church which
we had started to attend. After a not very graceful acceptance of us,
Jeff's father had finally come round. He was even watching English
Premiership football(soccer) games with me when they came to visit. He was
the life of the party after the marriage ceremony. Wade, Vicky, Lucy and
Philip were there for us. Tony came from out of town by himself; he and
Steve had broken up a few years earlier. Robin couldn't make it as he lived
in Los Angeles and couldn't get away from work. We had been married in fact
since that fateful night in late November many years ago now. But we wanted
no problems with emergency rooms, hospitals, inheritance etc. Even still,
somehow making it official, made us feel even more connected.

Lucy's son and daughter come over now to play with our son, Josh. Mom still
gives an enigmatic smile when she sees me with Josh. He was one of the
reasons that we didn't go on a honeymoon; we were just too busy with
him. Next year we are going to take him and my nieces and nephews to Disney
Land. We have had some interesting meetings with teachers and
administrators but my funny, loveable Jeff, just seems to win them all
over. Josh seems to accept that he has a dad and a pop. There is still a
wonderful rivalry to see whether he plays hockey or soccer. It will
probably be both or something completely different. We'll have to get some
legal papers for when we cross the border to the US to avoid possible
problems in medical and legal situations. Why can't they recognize
commitment?

I am sometimes asked if I am gay. I usually just shrug and smile. Sometimes
when I introduce Jeff to new people I introduce him as a friend, sometimes
as my partner or sometimes even as my husband. Jeff and I are big athletic
men who love our chosen sports, who enjoy our academic accomplishments and
who love our professional careers. I insist that people accept us for who
we are, not by labels. Names, labels, in the end, what do they matter? We
have such a short time here. As long as we make a difference, give meaning
to a life or bring happiness in some small measure then we are blessed
whatever the label. I have my masculine, graceful, powerful, gentle,
loving, hockey player; he still packs a wallop on the ice and in bed. We
both treasure our Josh. What more can I ask for?


Any comment can be sent to preecherdave@gmail.com
Please be gentle and constructive as this is my first story.