Gay Sex Is Easy Gay Love Is Hard Pt 2

His bulge was pressed against my ass; it wasn’t hard or completely flaccid. I started wondering if he was curious and wanted to feel me suck it.

Part 1

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The good things about going to college during the summer semester were smaller classes, sunny days and weekends skating. It also gave me time to write and prepare for the adjustment from living at home to being a college student without the intensity of the Fall Semester. I’d always been a bookworm; my father had to practically kick me out of the house to get me to do anything other than read, write and study. Dad had been a jock; I wasn’t what he’d wanted out of a son. My sister was a better son to him than I was; of course, as far as Dad was concerned, he had two daughters. Yeah, my parents knew I was gay. They’d been cool with it, and supported me through my coming out, but I know it was just one more disappointment for my father. When I had a chance to go to college early, I jumped at it.

The only problem with summer semester was the heat. Why I chose a southern college was beyond me. I suppose I was planning on having warmer winters and didn’t think about the fact that summers would broil your skin off by noon. Of course, that also meant there were a lot of great looking guys wandering about with their shirts off. I think that’s how I fell for Bryan; it wasn’t quite love at first sight, we had English class together so we’d already seen each other a lot, but it was definitely infatuation at first stumble.

“Look Out!” It was all I could think to call out as some idiot walked right into the skate-zone while I was taking my turn. He ruined a really good shot at some air. I didn’t plow right into him by a combination of his quick reflexes and my nearly throwing myself off the board to keep from hitting him.

He was muttering to himself as I got back to him, shaking his head and brushing himself off. I realized who it was before he looked up. “Hey, Bryan, you ok?”

He looked stunned, and for a moment I was worried. Then he had to hit me with that ironic sense of humor of his. “Damn, Justin.” Standing up, he finished brushing off. “I know you like me, but you don’t have to plow me into the dirt to get my attention.”

I choked. I hadn’t planned on being in the closet, but I also hadn’t told anyone I was gay. I didn’t realize it was that obvious. The worst part was that I did like Bryan. He was tall, handsome, intelligent and really nice. I looked at the ground and turned to go back up to the start of the run. “Yeah, sorry Bryan.”

“Hey, how long you going to skate?”

I stopped and checked my watch before shrugging. I really hadn’t made any friends yet at school, and I was feeling a little lonely. Being a freshman sucked. “Another half hour I guess. Asphalt will be too hot to do anything after that.”

“Some guys are getting together for Frisbee down on the field. Why don’t you come down after you’re done?” He looked me over like trying to assess if I was up to it.

I blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll even hang while you finish your freaky shit.” He winked.

I don’t think I’d ever had a good looking guy wink at me before. It was only friendly, but damn if it didn’t curl my toes. I nodded and jogged back up for my next turn. I did better that half hour than I’d done the last two weeks; I think having an audience helped. One thing was for sure; I’d impressed Bryan.

“I just can’t believe a bookworm like you can skate like that.”

I beamed. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have someone notice. “Dad insisted that I had to be outside doing something ‘physical’ any day it wasn’t raining. I hated team sports so I just rode my board around. After a while, I just got into it.”

He laughed and then waved at some guys tossing about a Frisbee absently. “Hey guys, this is Justin.”

They all greeted me with smiles. Bryan was apparently quite popular with a diverse set of people, and the addition of a geeky freshman didn’t seem to faze them. I thought that was so cool.

Bryan looked at our group for a moment. “Want to do teams?” The affirmative nods went all around, but I was feeling more than a little outclassed. Bryan just smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. “Well, since Just’s already shirtless, we’ll be skins.”

Tony, a dark guy with shoulders about two miles wide, decided he’d go skins since he was shirtless too. Teams were set; I was doomed. Smiling, Bryan handed me the Frisbee and peeled off his shirt. I just stood there, awestruck. Bryan was perfect; tall, dark hair, hazel eyes, wide shoulders and just enough hair on his chest and abs to say “I’m all man”. I felt like such a loser; I also had to fight the urge to throw a bone. That would have gone over like a lead balloon.

He laughed and mussed my hair. “Come on, squirt, let’s teach these lard-asses that brains and beauty always win over brawn.”

I blushed. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me because he knew what I was thinking, or if he was just having a good time. We didn’t win; honestly, I suck at team sports. I’m not scared of the ground, getting hurt or looking like an idiot. I just don’t seem to coordinate well with others. Bryan didn’t seem to care.

In fact, that was when we started hanging together more. We made Saturday morning board and game a ritual. I would skate till the asphalt got unbearable and then we’d head for the fields for a Frisbee or V-ball game. I tried to get him on the board a few times. He sucked at it almost as bad as I did at team sports, but tried to look cool doing it. I suppose it was just as well; he got to spike me into the sand more than a couple times in V-ball. It was kind of like sibling rivalry; to me it felt almost like foreplay. Being with Bryan made me feel special; not the “in the glow of a popular guy” special, but he simply seemed to genuinely like me and went out of his way to make me feel welcome.

Ok, I had a crush on him by the end of the summer. What gay guy wouldn’t? It was near the end of the summer session when we got our room assignments I’d gotten placed in one of the older dorms, Brownstone Hall; Bryan said the place sucked. We were having lunch just before exams week when Bryan threw me for a loop.

“Just,” he asked between bites of his hotdog, “would you like to room together?”

I thought I was going to choke. I dropped my burger on the plate and took a huge swig of Coke. Blinking back the tears, I coughed. “You mean it?” I couldn’t believe a sophomore as popular as Bryan would want a freshman roommate. Not to mention, Stafford Hall was a great place.

“Yeah. My freshmen roommate sucked, and since you didn’t sign up for anyone you know you’re going to be in a crapshoot for whom you get.” He shrugged. “We get along, and there’s a chance they’ll stick me with some jerk at the last minute. At least with you, I know this year I’ll like my roomie.”

I smiled; if only he knew how incredible he made me feel. I still couldn’t figure out why Bryan liked hanging out with me. He’d never shown any indication that he was gay; if anything, he seemed indifferent to the whole idea of dating and sex. “You don’t mind rooming with a freshman?”

Laughing he punched me in the arm. “Nah, you’re a geek but you make me laugh!”

* * * * *

Bryan really didn’t push me about explaining my family life or anything. He just took me as I was. I don’t think I ever told him how important that was to me. I was so overwhelmed with being a freshman, and away from home, that it was great just to have someone who was there for me. It only got better when we moved in. The first really personal question he asked was over a picture. I don’t think I was ready to discuss it, but I wasn’t going to hide either. Along with the pictures of my parents and sister, I had a picture of my best friend and first love. God I missed him

“Hey, Justin, who’s the skater?” He nodded to the picture as I stuffed my socks and underwear into my dresser.

I went over and picked up the picture. My fingers traced it. “That’s Matt, Matt Thompson. He was my best friend.” Matt had been the guy I’d come out for. It wasn’t so much a full blown love affair as it was “friends with benefits.” It didn’t mean I wasn’t missing him.

Bryan cocked his head. “Was?”

I sighed and set the picture down. “Yeah. He was a year ahead of me in school so I haven’t seen him in over a year.” Shrugging, I grabbed some shorts and opened a drawer. “We still email, but he went to school up north. Since I started University in the summer, I haven’t seen him since Christmas Break.”

“That’s less than a year.” He smirked and tried to keep the mood light, but it didn’t work.

“Yeah, but he’d met someone and all he could do was think and talk about ‘love’.” I know I sounded bitter as I stuffed my shorts in the drawer. “I’m happy for him, but it felt like I wasn’t even there.”

I was just standing there, feeling sorry for myself, when he draped his arm over my shoulders and mussed my hair. “Well, you’ve got me now. I won’t be graduating and leaving you behind.”

I don’t think he had any idea what that meant to me. Bryan always seemed to know what to do to make me feel great. “You’re the greatest, Bryan.”

He laughed and went back to his unpacking. “Yeah, it’s hard to be perfect, but someone has to do it.”

* * * * *

Bryan really helped me come out of my shell during the semester. I would normally just eat, do classes, go to the library, and return to the dorm room. Bryan would have nothing of it. If I didn’t do something social at least three or four times a week, he was on my case. It was like having my own social director.

Don’t get the wrong impression of Bryan. He was even more dedicated to his studies than I was. His studies, however, involved relating with people; he was a thespian, and that meant being able to shine in a crowd. Oh boy did he ever. To keep him from driving me nuts about being someplace other than the room or the library, I started doing some of my studies during his rehearsals. It was cool, actually, and a hell of a lot of fun. It was like having TV playing in the background, but the TV had no commercials.

One thing I did notice was that nearly everyone flirted with Bryan. I do mean everyone. The guys, the girls, the teachers; they all found him irresistible. The weird thing was, Bryan noticed and played back a little, but he simply wasn’t interested. How a guy who was a walking wet dream could avoid all the opportunities being thrown at him was mind boggling. I knew if I’d had people hot after me like that, I’d have been set. Sometimes, when someone would make a pass at him, he’d look at me with a “can you believe this shit” roll of his eyes and a whimsical smile.

Bryan knew he was good looking; he just didn’t seem to care. He treated his looks like a set of clothes or the size of his shoes; they were what they were, and he would use them if needed and keep them in good condition when he wasn’t using them. At the moment, he wasn’t using them. That made him all the sexier, because good looking guys who don’t flaunt it are really hot. I wasn’t the only one who thought that way.

We were kicking back, looking at the autumn leaves after a game of Frisbee, when I just had to know. “You don’t date.”

He laughed. “No time.”

Was that an evasion, or was it that he really just didn’t care? I was trying to figure him out when he grabbed me around the neck and made me laugh by nuggying me. I made half-hearted attempts to get away, but I really did like having him rough house with me. “How can I have time for dating with you around? You’re such an attention hound!”

I pulled out of his hold and stuck my tongue out at him. Yeah I know; really mature. I was blushing, and studied my toes for a second before smiling. “Ok.”

We were best friends, but everything Bryan did had me believing that maybe we were something more

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4 thoughts on “Gay Sex Is Easy Gay Love Is Hard Pt 2

  1. Adrian Schreiber says:

    Finally a literate love story! A bit too repetitious with the two sides of the story but still very nice, and hot.

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