Friday, February 25, 2011

Sloppy Seconds for Jockguy

On my walk home from Mike's place, I got a call from Jockguy.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"On my way back to my place."

"From where?"

"A friend's." That was our code word for hook up.

"Oh, really? Feel like making it two in one night?"

I laughed. "Do you think I'm a whore or something?"

"No, of course not. Whores get paid... You're just a slut," Jockguy deadpanned.

"Wow, that was a me comment."

"Annoying, isn't it?"

"Slightly." I paused. I really needed to get home and start my paper. But I was always in the mood to see Jockguy. Sex or not. "Ok," I caved. "I'm a couple blocks away. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

As I made my way towards Jockguy's apartment, I got hard. I always did when I was headed to his place. There have been so many great memories there :)

After a couple minutes, I arrived and knocked on Jockguy's door. I heard footsteps, then the deadbolt unlock. The door opened and there was Jockguy, shirtless, in jogging pants.

"Come on in, sexy," Jockguy said, pulling me into a kiss. We kissed in the doorway as Jockguy ran his hands up and down my body.

"This is the best greeting I've ever received," I said as we ended our kiss.

"I missed you!"

"I saw you what... 8 hours ago?"

"Doesn't mean I can't miss you, jackass." Jockguy smiled.

"Well, I missed you too," I said as we walked into the front room and sat on the couch. Jockguy laid on his back, laying his feet and calves on my lap. I started to rub his feet.

Jockguy grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels while I rubbed his feet.

After about 10 minutes and 6 times through the channels, Jockguy suggested a movie. Having blownoff my homework and paper for the night, I agreed.

"What do you wanna watch?" Jockguy asked, looking through his collection of dvds.

"I don't care," I replied honestly.

"You ALWAYS say that!"

"And I ALWAYS mean it!"

"Ok, but that means you can't bitch if you don't like it."

"Ok. Just don't pick something stupid then!"

"I hate you."

After about 5 minutes, Jockguy decided on "The Departed", which happens to be one of my favorite movies. Jockguy put it in the dvd player and resumed his position on the couch, this time his head in my lap.

Jockguy and I watch movies and tv the same way - silently. We don't talk. At all. We cuddle, hold hands, rub each other's feet, things like that but we never talk. I HATE when people talk during movies lol.

The movie ended and Jockguy turned the tv off. I was now the one getting my feet rubbed.

"Which 'friend' did you see?!"

"What?" I asked, caught off guard.

"Which 'friend' did you see earlier tonight." Jockguy gave me his trademark evil-smirk.

"What if I don't want to tell you?"

"Then I'll have to kick your ass." Jockguy stood up in front of me. "So, who was it?"

"Not telling!" I laughed.

Jockguy then did something unacceptable. He KNOWS I hate it. He KNOWS he's not supposed to do it... He reached down and started squeezing/tickling my knees.

I am EXTREMELY ticklish. And I hate it. I start to flail. My arms and legs go out in every direction. I fucking hate it!

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK! STOP!" I screamed as I began to convulse and flail on the couch. Jockguy pounced on top of me and began tickling my sides.

"Better tell me! Who was it?!"

Jockguy had me pinned to the couch and all my flailing was ineffective.


Jockguy stopped the tickling but remained on top of me. I was huffing, trying to catch my breath.

"You are such... an asshole."

"You brought it upon yourself," Jockguy said with a smile.

"What's my number 1 rule?" I asked.

"No tickling. Under any circumstances," Jockguy replied, without hesitation.

"You just broke that rule."

"You aren't exactly in a position to lecture," Jockguy said as he grabbed my arms and pinned them to the couch.

He was right. If I didn't watch myself, he'd start again. I know when I'm beat.

"Ok, I'll tell you... Can I sit up?"

"No. I like this arrangement much better."

I couldn't help but smile as Jockguy sat on top of me, taking control of the night.

"I was at Mike's," I confessed.


"He fucked me."



"He cum in you?"


"Did you like it?"


"You want me to fuck you?"


"You want it hard?"


"You want me to cum in you?"


Jockguy released his grip on my arms and pushed himself up. He grabbed me and pulled me up off the couch. He started kissing and nibbling my neck. His 3-day stubble felt amazing on my skin. He kissed his way up my neck to my ear and began nibbling my earlobe, which drives me fucking WILD!

"I'm gonna make you forget every other guy you've ever been with," Jockguy whispered in my ear.

When he said that, I literally got weak in the knees. I felt myself melt. He could do to me whatever he wanted. I was all his. I knew it. He knew it. Hell, the coffee table knew it.

Jockguy grabbed me by the hand and marched me to his room. After closing and locking his door, he turned around and faced me. Leaning against his door, Jockguy stared at me. We made eye contact and kept it. It was almost as if we were eye-fucking.

After a minute or two, I needed real fucking. I undid my belt and jeans and let them slide to my ankles. My cock was rock hard and tented my boxer briefs. I had a huge wetspot in front from my pre-cum leaking cock. Jockguy responded by silently walking over to me. He reached down and cupped my hard dick and balls. He released them and used his hands to pull my shirt off.

Our bare chests and abs met as Jockguy pulled me closer. Our foreheads and noses touched. I could feel his warm breath on my lips. Our hands explored each other's arms, backs, sides, and asses.

Jockguys hands made their way into the waistband of my underwear. He slowly pushed them down and they fell to my feet. Jockguy reached his hands behind me and took grabbed my ass, one cheek in each hand. He pressed his lips to mine, opening them to allow our tongues to meet. As our kiss intensified, Jockguy's grip on my ass increased. He was now squeezing and pulling my ass apart.

Suddenly, without a word or warning, Jockguy's hands released my ass. He pulled away from our kiss and pushed me onto his bed. Before I knew it, Jockguy had his jogging pants off and was crawling on the bed naked.

We met and continued to makeout, our naked bodies rubbing against one another. Jockguy's hard dick pressed hotly against my stomach as he ground on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands above my head.

Jockguy pulled away from lips and move to my neck. He kissed and bit. He rubbed his stubble around, giving me an unbelievable sensation. His kissing and nibbling headed south from there. Along my pecs and nipples. Down my abs and treasure trail. Soon, he was kissing and licking around the base of my cock.

With his left hand, Jockguy grabbed my leaking dick and brought it to his mouth. He licked and sucked the stream of pre-cum flowing from the head. As he did that, his right index finger made it's way to my sloppy hole. Jockguy began sucking my cock and fingering my hole.

He took my cock all the way in his mouth and began flexing his neck muscles and humming. At the same time, he added his middle finger to my ass, as he fastly finger fucked me. I threw my head back and began moaning. I grabbed his silky hair and made his head bob up and down on my cock.

After a very short time, I was ready to shoot.

"You have to stop! I'm gonna cum!" I yelled, looking down at Jockguy.

But he didn't stop. He looked up at me and inserted a 3rd finger. He started finger fucking me even faster. I felt my nuts tighten. My cock began to tingle. My ass started clenching.

And just at that moment, Jockguy stopped. He pulled his fingers out and spit out my cock. That FUCKER!

Jockguy grabbed my legs and flung them over his shoulder. He leaned over and spit on his dick. After lining his cock up with my hole, he plunged it in. Having been both fucked and finger fucked in the last 4 hours, my hole was ready for it. It accepted his cock with little restraint.

As Jockguy filled me up in one swift motion, I instinctively grabbed my cock.

"No, no, no," Jockguy said, grabbing both my wrists and wrapping them in a tight grip. "You don't get off until I say so."

With that, Jockguy began to fuck me. He started slow, steady, and deep. He would pull almost all the way out and push all the way back in. He put his arms behind my legs and leanded forward, lifting my ass so he could get as deep as possible. Every now and then he would lean down and we would kiss. I was in heaven.

After his slow and steady fucking for who knows how long, Jockguy changed positions. Without pulling out, Jockguy put me on my side and spooned me. His sweaty chest and stomach stuck to my back, creating an intense heat. I turned my head so I could see Jockguy. He looked at me and smiled.

Jockguy slowly began fucking me again. I arched my back so I could get him as deep inside of me as possible. He perched himself up on his bedside elbow and began kissing my neck and shoulder. At the same time, he started to pick up speed in his fucking. He started slamming into my ass, sending shock waves throughout my body. He grabbed my waist with his free hand and began pulling my body towards him with every thrust.

I began moaning almost uncontrollably. Every thrust elicited another sound from deep inside of me. Jockguy's pounding got so hard, I felt like I was going to blackout. I literally got light headed. Everytime I thought that was as hard as he could fuck me, he kicked it up a notch. This was one of my top 3 hardest fucks. And it felt fucking AMAZING!

To be honest, I don't know how long he fucked me like this. It seemed like forever. I lost track of time. I lost track of everything except the feeling of Jockguy inside me.

Eventually, Jockguy released my waist and grabbed my cock. And within 3 jerks, I exploded. I shot a HUGE load. And I felt like I was high. I laid my head on the bed as the sensation of getting fucked and getting off became one.

The site of me cumming and my ass clenching must have set Jockguy off. After a couple more forceful thrusts into my used hole, he unloaded a massive load. I could feel his cock pulse in my ass as he seeded me. Jockguy let out an inaudible moan as he filled my chute with his hot seed.

Jockguy stayed buried deep inside of me. He grabbed me around the stomach and pulled me into a big hug. I turned my head towards him and we kissed.

I couldn't say anything. No words could have properly described what I was feeling. I let my body do the talking. I voiced my appreciation through the deepest kiss we have ever shared.

After our post-sex kiss, Jockguy wrapped his muscled arm around me and pulled me in as close as possible. Our hands and fingers intertwined as we laid in our sex induced ecstasy.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, Jockguy whispered in my ear.

"I love you."

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Return of Mike

First off, I'd like to thanks everyone for the comments and emails about the Straight Past posts. I was nervous about writing them as I wasn't sure if they'd be well received but I've only gotten positive feedback! And to update you on Sarah, she and I talk/text 3 or 4 times a week. We hung out almost everyday during Winter break. And I have tentative plans to take Jockguy down to Cali to meet her during Spring Break!

Back to this post. This is the return of Mike, the hot guy I met in class last summer. If you need a refresher, click here.

In the week after our initial hook up, Mike and I hooked up a couple more times. But after our class was over, he left Eugene and went back home for the rest of the summer. When school started back up, he called me. We met up twice but had pretty full, and different, schedules.

This term is different. As I have mentioned, last term was horrible for me. It was the first time I have hated school here. This term has been the opposite. My professors are great and my workload is tough but manageable. I also scaled back my hours at work, so I have much more free time on my hands.

Despite this, I didn't hear from Mike until last week, a month into the quarter. It was a Tuesday night and I was watching basketball. My phone rang and I answered.


"Hey C.C.! It's Mike."

"Hey man. How are you?"

"Good, good, thanks. How are you?"

I responded and Mike and I got caught up on each others lives.

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to get together sometime?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, of course. When?"

"You free now?"

Even though I was watching basketball, I wasn't really free. I had a paper and other homework waiting on me. But I really wanted to see him.

"Uhhh... yeah, I'm free I guess." Cock always beat out responsibility :)

"Cool. You hungry?"

"Ummm, sure. Yeah."

"Cool. You ready now? I can pick you up."

"Let me hop in the shower. You wanna be here in 15?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

We hung up and I hopped into action. I ran into my room, stripped, grabbed clean clothes, and headed to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and got dressed quickly. I put on a pair of black jeans and a semi-casual red, long sleeved shirt. I hadn't shaved in a couple days and had a healthy amount of stubble. Just as I was finishing with my hair, I heard a knock on the door. I grabbed a jacket and opened the door.

"Hey," I said. Mike was as hot as ever. He had on a pair of faded jeans, a white sweater, and a black jacket.

"Hey," Mike said, looking me over. "I forgot how hot you were!"

I laughed. "I was just thinking the same about you."

I closed my door and we headed towards the car. We got caught up with each other a little more as we made our way to the restaurant. We parked and made our way to the restaurant.

"So, I wasn't expecting dinner when you called," I said as we glanced over the menu.

"Oh yeah? What were you expecting?!" Mike smirked.

"The usual "You wanna fuck?" 2 minute conversation."

"Well, I still intend on asking that question but I need to load up on some carbs so I have the energy when you say yes."

"What makes you think I'm gonna say yes?!"

"I'm buying dinner. Plus, you asked me to your apartment after knowing me for 3 hours." Mike gave me a cocky smile.

"You saying I'm loose?"

"No, I'm just saying you can't resist me and my charm!"

"It's not your charm I can't resist, it's your uncut cock!"

"That too," Mike laughed.

We continued our back and forth until the waiter came and took our orders. Talk turned more tame as we ate our dinner. It was nice actually being out with a guy instead of just hopping in bed. Jockguy is basically the only guy I go out with. All my other hook ups usually start and end in the bedroom.

"That was one of the best steaks I've had in a while," Mike said, pushing his empty plate away.

"Yeah, mine was good too." I grabbed my beer and finished it off. "I'm definitely gonna have to put out after that."

"Was there ever a chance you wouldn't put out?"

"No, not really." I smiled

"I knew it."

"This sets the bar high for you, you know. From now on you are gonna have to buy me dinner before we fuck."

"Every time?"


"Oh well. Your ass is worth it," Mike said, grabbing the check. "Let's get outta here."

I didn't have to be told twice. I grabbed my jacket and headed to the car. Mike paid the bill and we were soon on our way back to his place. As we pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, I reached over and began rubbing Mike's crotch. He started laughing. Within seconds, his cock was pressing firmly against his jeans.

We soon pulled into his driveway and headed into his house. He shares a 3 bedroom house with a guy and girl, who happened to be gone. Once inside the house, I pounced. I grabbed Mike and pulled him into a long, deep kiss.

"I've been waiting to do that all night," I said, coming up for air.

"You shouldn't have waited for so long."

"I didn't want to scare off the old couple at the table next to us."

Mike grabbed me and led me to his room. He closed his door and took off his jacket and shirt, throwing them to the floor. His hairy chest and treasure trail drove me crazy. I ripped my shirt and jeans off. Mike and I came together and started to make out, very slowly and softly. I let my hands explore his chest, abs, and back. His hands grabbed at my cock and ass. I found his belt with my hands and unbuckled it. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned Mike's jeans, pulling them down to his ankles. Much to my surprise, and delight, Mike's hard, uncut dick popped out.

"Free ballin', huh?" I said, taking his cock into my hands.

"Yup. It's more time efficient," Mike said, looking down and smiling.

I took Mike's cock in my mouth. His soft foreskin felt amazing on my tongue. I have to admit, I have a thing for uncut guys. They feel so soft and smooth in my mouth :)

Mike began bucking his hips and face fucking me. Both hands free, I reached down and undid my jeans, freeing my rock hard cock. Mike continued feeding me his cock.

After a couple minutes, Mike pulled out.

"Get on the bed, sexy," ordered Mike.

I kicked off my jeans and underwear and hopped on the bed, on my back. My crawled onto the bed and on top of me. Our hard cocks met as Mike laid on me.

"You still seeing that guy," Mike asked.

"Uhhh... Yeah, kinda," I said, thrown off. "Why?"

"No reason. I was just thinking I could get used to seeing you naked in my bed." Mike smiled ear to ear.

I laughed and felt myself blush.

"Are you blushing?!?"

"Uhhh, yeah, I guess."

"I forgot how shy and awkward you can be."

"Nothing gets me more in the mood than being called awkward," I laughed.

"You know what I mean."

"I do. Now, are you gonna fuck me or tell me how cute I am?!?"

"I never said you were cute."

"It was implied."

With that, Mike pushed himself up and grabbed my legs. He pulled them up and over his shoulders, exposing my waiting hole. Mike leaned forward and spit on my hole, lubing it up. That ALWAYS gets me hot!

Mike lined his cock up and slowly pushed forward. After a couple of seconds, I felt him pop in. Mike grabbed my leaking cock and began to slowly stroke it. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper until he had finally bottomed out. He stayed all the way and continued stroking me.

"You ready?" Mike asked, after about 30 seconds.

"Make me moan."

Mike smiled then proceeded to do just that. Pulling nearly all the way out, he slammed back into me, making me moan as he hit my prostrate. He again pulled almost all the way out and slammed all the way back in. I put both arms above my head and pushed against the wall, ensuring he'd get as deep in me as he could. Mike pounded away as I laid on my back, enjoying every inch. We continued in this position for about 5 minutes.

"Turn over," Mike said, slapping me on the ass.

I did as I was told. I flipped onto my stomach and pushed my ass in the air. I felt Mike's cock push against my hole and slide in. He immediately began pounding me. I began to get in my "Sex Zone", as I like to call it. Everything else in the world stopped and I only thought, felt, dreamed about the fuck I was receiving.

I felt Mike's hand grab my hair. He pushed my head down into the bed. I love when guys do that! I began moaning louder and pushing my ass even higher in the air. Mike noticed and gave me a firm smack on the ass.

"You like that?!"

"Yeah, slap my ass!"

Mike obliged and slapped my ass even harder. The stinging only spurred me on. I was moaning very loudly. Mike continued slapping my ass as he pounded it.

After about 10 minutes of ass slapping and pounding, I was ready to burst. I had yet to touch my cock but I couldn't take it. I pushed myself up on all fours.

"I'm almost there," I announced.

Mike reached around my side and grabbed my cock in his hand. He began stroking as fucked me.

"Oh my God! Oh fuck!," I yelled.

I felt my balls getting ready to empty. Mike continued stroking and pounding. After a couple more seconds, I was ready to explode.

"Fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck! Ahhhhhhh!"

Mike stroked me as I blew a HUGE load onto the bed. Line after line of cum painted the sheets below. Mike continued stroking, milking every last drop.

I was on a high and almost collapsed on the bed. Getting a jacked off by someone else while getting fucked was SO much better than stroking myself off.

I was pulled back into reality when Mike started pounding me again. I immediately forgot about myself and began to try and get Mike off. I pushed back with his every thrust. I clenched my ass around his hot cock. After a couple minutes, Mike was ready to seed me.

"I'm there!... Ohhhh FUCK!!!"

Mike grabbed my shoulders and slammed into me one last time. His cock exploded deep inside me, covering my insides with his spunk. His cock pulsated in my hole as he emptied his nuts.

Mike stayed inside me for a while, not saying a word. Finally, he pulled out, leaving my hole used and sloppy. I laid on my stomach, savoring the moment, and Mike laid on his back next to me. After a couple silent minutes, Mike rolled over towards me, throwing his arm around me. I leaned toward him and we spooned.

"That was fucking amazing," Mike said softly into my ear.

I turned around so we were stomach to stomach, face to face.

"Yes it was," I agreed.

I reached forward and met his lips with mine. Laying together naked, we made out until we both dozed off.

I woke up about an hour later. Mike was still asleep. I wanted to stay but had too much homework. I quietly got up and got dressed. Before I left, I woke Mike up and told him to call me anytime he wanted. He gave me a kiss and promised he would.

On my walk home, I got a call from Jockguy.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"On my way back to my place."

"From where?"

"A friend's." That was our code word for hook up

"Oh, really? Feel like making it two in one night?"

I laughed. "Do you think I'm a whore or something?"

"No, of course not. Whores get paid... You're just a slut," Jockguy deadpanned.

"Wow, that was a me comment."

"Annoying, isn't it?"

"Slightly." I paused. I really needed to get home and start my paper. But I was always in the mood to see Jockguy. Sex or not. "Ok," I caved. "I'm a couple blocks away. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

I never got the paper started that night. In fact, I never made it home that night. Jockguy and I ended up cuddling on his couch and watching a movie, then went to bed.

That encounter is on it's way... ;)

Thursday, February 3, 2011

My Straight Past, Pt. 4..... with sex... ;-)

"I'm so sorry for the last 2 years. I'm sorr-"

"No, don't be," Sarah interrupted. "You had every right. I fucked up."

"I know but I should have gotten over it quicker. You mean too much to me to have shut you out for so long."

"Thank you." Sarah leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm hungry and we need to talk. Let's go grab some food." She leaped up and walked towards the front door, grabbing her coat.

God I missed her.

I quickly got up, threw my coat on, and followed her to my car.

"Where to?" I asked, pulling out of the driveway.

"I don't know. Nothing is going to be open."

"Let's grab something and bring it back here."

Sarah ok'd my plan and we were off. After arguing about where to go, Sarah won out and we went to Subway (I was hoping for Taco Bell. After the recent news about them, I'm glad Sarah convinced me otherwise lol).

While in line watching our sandwiches get made, Sarah nonchalantly wrapped her arm around my waist. In fact, I don't think she realized she was doing because at the time she telling our sandwich maker she wanted extra tomatoes. I didn't really know what to do. Was she just being friendly? Was she hitting on me? I kind of put my arm around her shoulders. She didn't seem to notice.

When it was time to pay, Sarah pushed my hand aside and paid.

"You didn't have to do that," I said, getting in the car.

"Yeah I did. I owe you."

"You think THIS," I said, holding up my sub, "is going to make up for you breaking my heart?"

"We could head downtown and I could buy you another type of footlong, if ya know what I mean."

"Oh God. I get to hear you make "C.C. likes penis" jokes now?"

Sarah started laughing.

"Just drive. We have plenty of time to talk about you liking guys."

When we got back to Sarah's house, we grabbed some drinks and headed up to her room and ate our food.

"Your parents won't mind if I'm up here?"

"They never really cared before. They trust me, you know that."

"They shouldn't. You and I used to get very, very naked in here!"

"Yes, yes we did. And we used to get very naked in the bathroom. And the kitchen. And the family room. And the garden shed that one time."

"Oh my God! I totally forgot about that! That was... That was A LOT of fun." I said, as I started to blush.

Sarah grabbed her drink and laid on her bed.

"That's one of the reasons I was so surprised when Jason told me you were gay."

I got up from the desk chair I was in and joined Sarah on the bed. I grabbed some pillows and propped myself up against the headboard, knowing this conversation would last a while.

"So, you didn't know I was before?"

"Not really. After Jason told me, a couple things started making more sense. But I didn't know."

"How'd you take it?" I asked, curious about her feelings.

"It was... I... It felt weird. On some level it fit and something clicked and I thought "That makes sense." But another part of me was seriously surprised. Like shocked. I didn't believe Jason at first. I thought he was being an idiot, trying to make me stop badgering him. But he told me in a serious tone that he wasn't joking. I was shocked."

"That's funny because Jason wasn't really shocked. He said he had suspected something was up for a while."

"He said you haven't told your family yet?"

"Nope. Haven't told any of them."

"Not even your brothers or cousins?"


"Why not?"

"I don't know. I just can't get myself to."

Sarah grabbed my hand and interlocked our fingers.

"I'd think they'd be the first you tell."

"I know. I think about it every day but... I just can't can't do it." At this point, I got a little choked up. And I am not one to cry. At all. I like to keep those emotions buried deep down lol.

Sarah reached up and wiped a tear from my eye. It was only the second time I had ever cried in front of her.

"Hey. It's ok. You'll do it when it's right. And I know how much your family loves you. It will be ok." She leaned in and hugged me.

"Thanks." I said, hugging her tightly.

"You mind if I ask some questions?" Sarah asked, pulling out of the hug.

"Yes, I like getting fucked and yes, I can give head better than you."

"C.C.!" Sarah shrieked. "Oh my God, you are sick!" She punched me in the stomach. I rolled over laughing.

"That is NOT what I wanted to know. And nobody gives head as well as I do!"

She was kind of right. She gave REALLY good head. But I didn't have the heart, or the courage, to tell her I knew at least 4 guys who do it better.

"Ok, ask away."

"When did you know?"

"I kinda always knew."

"Even when we were together?"

"Before then. I knew something was different when I in first and second grade. I can't explain it, I just knew I was different. I didn't realize until about 5th or 6th grade that the difference was that I liked boys."

Sarah dropped her head and softly asked her next question. "So, was everything between us fake then?"

"What? Of course not! How could you ask that?"

"I can ask that because you're gay!" Sarah said in a very serious tone.

"Babe, I loved you with all my heart. I wanted to MARRY you. I put aside my attraction towards guys because I loved you so much. In fact, if you hadn't broke up with me I would have never tried being with a guy. I was all yours."

"That doesn't sound like you're gay to me."

"Fuck the labels. In my life I have loved two people. You and the guy I'm seeing now. A guy and a girl. I don't care what you call it."

"I just... After I found out, part of me was pissed at you. I was mad because YOU didn't tell me. And I was mad because I thought it meant our relationship was a lie."

"It wasn't a lie. Everything I said and felt was the honest-to-God truth. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want to fuck things up."

"I wouldn't have cared. You know that. I love and loved everything about you. I worshiped you," Sarah said, shedding a tear.

"I was sooo young. I hadn't even BEEN with a guy yet. And I thought there was no sense in telling you because we were going to be together forever and I wouldn't ever have to worry about guys. You were all I needed." I reached out and pulled Sarah into me. I wrapped my arm around her and she rest her head on my chest. "I was SO mad at you when you broke up with me. I was SO mad. You led me along all summer. You had plenty of time to call it off but you waited and waited. But part of me was angry at you because I knew I had to confront my own problems. I knew I had to confront liking guys. Part of the reason I was so pissed at you is because I blamed you for it. I blamed you for pushing me in that direction. Looking back though, I have to thank you. You made it ok for me to explore. You breaking my heart ended up doing me good in the long-run."

Sarah squeezed me tightly and began to cry. I held her, tears rolling down my cheek.

For the next hour, Sarah and I laid on her bed, embracing, not saying a word. I didn't want to talk about "us" anymore. I had finally gotten things out in the open and off my chest. I felt relieved.

At some point, I drifted to sleep. I came to when I heard Sarah open her closet door. I glanced over and saw that she had changed into her "pajamas" - a dark blue wife-beater and panties. I watched her as she moved and straightened things up in her closet. She still had the hottest ass and legs I've ever seen. For a girl, of course ;)

"Stop looking at my ass," Sarah said, startling me. She had always had an uncanny ability to catch me looking at her, even when her back was to me.

"How the fuck do you do that?" I asked, laughing.

"I know you too well. You were always an ass guy. That should have been my first clue." Sarah closed the closet door and got on the bed next to me. I was still half laying down and she was to my right, sitting on the bed.

"So," she said, grabbing a crap load of pillows," tell me about the guy." She used the pillows to prop herself up. She leaned back and sprawled her legs across my lap. "You might as well give me a foot and leg rub while you're at it," she added, smiling.

I grabbed her right foot and started talking.

"Well, what would you like to know?"


"You have a starting point I should begin at?"

"Umm, how about a name and how you met, Genius." I grabbed Sarah's inner thigh and began to squeeze. She started squealing and laughing. She flailed her legs and finally broke from my ticklish grip.

"Asshole!" she said, throwing a pillow at me.

"I missed doing that," I smiled.

"Ok, back to business." Sarah got seated and promptly thrust her feet in my lap.

"His name is Jockguy," I said, rubbing her feet. "He goes to UO."

"How'd you meet?"

"Ummm... Well... It's kind of embarassing."

"This from the guy who told his ex girlfriend he gives better blowjobs than she does!"

"Fair point. We met online."

"That's not embarrassing. A lot of my friends do online dating."

I went to tell her that Craigslist isn't exactly online dating but decided not too.

"Ok, good. Well, yeah. We met online. We talked for a month or so before meeting. Neither of us was out. We ended up meeting for the first time at the Civil War last year."

"Oh my God, your first date was a football game?! He's just like you, isn't he?"

"What is THAT supposed to mean?"

"He's a sports-crazy, testosterone filled jock."

"Oh. Well, then yes, he is like me."

"Dear Lord. There are two of you?!?"

I reached for her thigh but she slapped my hand away.

"I'm sorry! Continue!"

"That's what I thought! Anyways... So yeah, the Civil War was our first date."

"So, you've been together a year?" Sarah asked in a surprised voice.

"Uhhh, kinda."

"What does kinda mean?"

"It's complicated. We are basically a couple but we've never talked about it. We've never talked about being exclusive or anything."

"But are you exclusive?"

"Ummm, not really," I replied with nervous laughter.

"Oh my God, you little slut!" Sarah laughed.

All I could do was laugh.

"You have a picture of him?" she asked.

I grabbed my phone, found a picture of Jockguy, and handed it to her. She studied it for a while without saying anything. Finally, she looked up.

"I hate you."

"What? Why?" I laughed.

"He is hotter than any guy I've hooked up with at school!"

"Well, duh. Grade A bait like this catches only the best," I said, running my hand up and down in front of myself.

Sarah gave me a dirty look and rolled her eyes.

"I'm seriously jealous," she said, looking back at Jockguy's pic.

"Yeah, you should be. He's pretty awesome."

"So, what's he like?" she asked, handing me back the phone.

"Funny, smart, charismatic, sarcastic, sweet, real." I could feel myself smiling like an idiot. But I couldn't help it. Jockguy makes me like that.

"You really like him, don't you?"

I nodded my head. "I really, really do. I love him."

Sarah swung her legs around and crawled over to me, giving me hug.

"I am SO happy for you." She kissed me on the cheek. She cuddled up to me and laid her head on my chest.

"So, why aren't you guys exclusive?"

"Well, I guess you could say I'm making up for lost time." I said with a laugh.

"Just you?"

"No. He's as new to guys as I am. We both have our fun on the side. It's kind of an unspoken agreement."

"I see."

A pause and silence fell over the room. I began to rub Sarah's shoulder. She began tracing her finger up and down my abs. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes.

"What are you thinking?"

"How we never properly had break-up sex." I said with a huge grin.

"Me too."

I moved my hand from her shoulder to her ass and gave it a squeeze. With that, Sarah crawled on top of me and we began kissing. I kicked off my shoes and Sarah pulled off her tanktop. I grabbed her and pulled her into me.

Within seconds we were both naked. And I was transported back in time to this room, this feeling, this girl.

Everything was familiar yet new. Her skin was soft. Hair smelled the same. Her touch was the same. She tasted the same. Yet every sensation and feeling seemed new. I hadn't experienced a woman in such a long time. There body, smell, skin, and touch are so different than a guy's.

And I was different. I took control. I picked her up and moved her. I flipped her over on her back and minutes later, flipped her back on top of me.

It was such a change from sex with guys. And not a bad one.

When we were finished, Sarah's naked body clung to mine like a blanket. I was physically and emotionally drained. I was exhausted and in a sex haze. Before I knew it, I had drifted to sleep.

I awoke about an hour later. Sarah was cuddled up to me, asleep, head on my chest. She was topless but had put on her panties. I gently shook her awake.

"Sarah. Babe." She opened her eyes. "I should probably go before your parents get up."

"No," she said, pulling me back into bed. "They'll be fine. I want you to stay."

Sarah pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me. Her bare chest was against mine.

"I can't really say no to that!" I leaned forward and met my lips to Sarah's. We enjoyed another round before falling asleep again.

Around 11 the next morning, I woke up. Sarah was at her computer, still in just panties.

"Wow," she said looking at the clock. "Awake before 11. You really HAVE changed!"

"Shut it! You know I have a no talking rule when I wake up." I grabbed one of my pillows and threw it at her. "Besides, I need to sneak out of here before your parents find out."

"God! Would you relax. We aren't in high school anymore." Sarah grabbed the pillow and walked over to the bed. She sat on the edge and looked at me. "Last night was... Well, it was fun. And not just the sex. Everything. I really missed you."

"I missed you too. And, yes, last night was fun. Except for the sex. I finally know what turned me onto guys..."

"God, you really haven't changed. Still the same smart-ass you always were."

I smiled and looked away and out the window. I thought of Jockguy.

"What's wrong?"

"Uhh, nothing. I was just thinking about Jockguy. He calls me a smart-ass all the time. His way of saying 'I love you'."

"Oh." Sarah got up and covered her chest with the pillow. "Should we have done this?"

I got out of bed and walked over to her. I pulled her into me and hugged her tightly.

"It's ok. I wanted this just as much as you, if not more. It's ok."

"I just don't want to mess things up for you."

"You won't. I promise."

I held Sarah in my arms. My feelings for her will never change. I love her and always will.

Eventually, Sarah and I both got dressed and ventured downstairs. Luckily, her parents had left. I made Sarah breakfast. We ate and talked about old and new times. I got completely caught up on her life.

As I got ready to leave, a content feeling fell over me. A huge part of my life was back and a hugely painful period in my life was over. As Sarah walked me to the car, seemingly everything in my life was in, or heading in, a positive direction.

"Thanks again for everything," I said as I opened my car door.

"You too. Seeing you has been... amazing. I love you."

I hugged Sarah tightly.

"I love you too. You are the coolest person I know."

We let go and I got in the car.

"Expect to see a lot of me this break," Sarah said.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

I closed my door and watched Sarah walk up her driveway and into her house. I sat in my car and reflected on the last 24 hours. My life had changed so drastically, in such a positive way, that I was giddy.

I pulled out of the driveway and tried to focus on the drive home. But I couldn't. I HAD to call. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. At a red light, I found the number I needed. Breaking Oregon driving laws, I dialed the number as I started to drive.

"Hello?" Jockguy answered.

"Hey, it's me. You won't believe who I ran into last night..."

~~~The End ~~~