Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Not-So-Straight Guy Sex ❯ College Men ( Chapter 1 )

Introduction: This story is the sequel to Straight Guy Sex. You don't absolutely have to read the other story first, but the relationship between Zach and Kellen will make more sense if you do.

Summary: Swim athlete Kellen and computer nerd Zach continue their passionate affair in college, but their relationship hits a snag when they step into the larger gay community the college has to offer. Will their love keep them together or will Kellen decide that he's straight after all?

Warning: This story contains strong sexual content of a homosexual nature (anal, oral, rimming, etc).

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Prologue

After a successful high school swimming career, Kellen Tarrow received an athletic scholarship to compete on the swim team of a prestigious West Coast university. Zach Kirby graduated first in his class and was accepted into a number of excellent colleges and universities. It did not take him long to decide to attend the same school where Kellen was going. Zach's parents did not think much of the university housing and decided to lease an apartment for Zach not too far from the campus. It was a two bedroom unit because that was what was available and Zach immediately suggested that Kellen share it with him. It did not take Kellen long to agree. Kellen's dad, who was still a little bit in denial about his son's homosexual affair, was nevertheless delighted by the prospect of a free room because with a stay at home wife, college was really stretching the family budget, even with Kellen's scholarship. Zach's parents, who had long since come to terms with their son's inclination, and Kellen's mother had no illusions about the living arrangements Zach and Kellen had planned, but for the sake of Kellen's dad, everyone pretended that the young men would be using separate bedrooms.

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Chapter 8: College Men

“Oh god! Zach! I'm going to be late for class!” Kellen groaned.

Zach did not respond because he was too busy sucking Kellen's cock.

“Unh!” Kellen moaned. The blow job felt fantastic and he tangled his fingers into Zach's hair. “Maybe living together was a mistake!” he gasped.

“Mmph!” Zach grunted. He gulped and swallowed as Kellen came in his mouth. Then he sat back on his heels with a grin. “I thought you liked starting the morning with a blow job.”

“That was before I knew how badly it fried my brain.” Kellen zipped his fly. “My math teacher thinks I'm an imbecile.”

“I told you not to take a morning math class.” Zach climbed to his feet and reached for his backpack.

“It was the only class that fit my schedule,” Kellen grumbled. “What was I supposed to do?”

Zach laughed lightly. “Can't help you!” He kissed Kellen on the cheek. “Except when you really need help with your homework.”

“I know,” Kellen sighed. “I wish I had your brains.”

“I don't love you for your brain,” Zach chuckled.

“I knew it!” Kellen exclaimed with mock indignation. “You just want my hot body!”

“All the time,” Zach purred. He licked Kellen's ear. “But I thought you said you were late.”

“Shit!” Kellen planted a hasty kiss on Zach's lips and dashed for the door.

Zach followed him out the door at a more leisurely pace. His first class was not for a couple of hours, so he planned to use the time to stop in at the local GLBT office. In high school, Zach had never bothered to join the Gay-Lesbian-Bisexual-Transgender club, even though pretty much everyone knew he was gay. But the GLBT was a big organization on campus here, sponsoring several parties and fundraisers during the year. So Zach had decided it was at least worth his time to check it out. Maybe there would be a few events he could take Kellen to where Kellen would not be embarrassed to hold his hand in public. Although Kellen was completely unbridled in his passion for Zach when they were in private, he became very shy when they were in public. Zach did not think it was because he was ashamed of their relationship, but he was not ready to push the issue.

The GLBT office was in the same building as the Student Activities Center. The SAC also had the largest computer lab outside of the computer science building, which was how Zach had stumbled across the GLBT office in the first place. The GLBT office was as much a meeting place as an office. The door from the hallway, which stood open most of the day, gave access to a comfortably appointed lounge with several couches and chairs, several tables for studying or playing games and one larger meeting table. There was a long set of bookshelves along the back wall where resource materials and gay-themed fiction and non-fiction works could be checked out. In addition, there was a smaller office off of the lounge for the GLBT president.

Since it was fairly early, the lounge was nearly empty when Zach walked in. A young woman with long blond hair seated at one of the tables with papers and several open textbooks spread out around her was the only one there.

“I hope that homework isn't due next period,” Zach remarked casually.

The blond threw him an amused smile. “It's my thesis,” she explained. “I'm supposed to give my advisor a status report tomorrow and I'm trying to get it organized.”

Zach plopped down at her table. “A thesis already? The semester just started.”

“Yeah, well…” the girls smirked. “If I'd finished it last year like I was supposed to, I would be done now and out of here.” She shrugged. “These things happen. I'm Eileen Johnson. You're new.”

“You can tell?” Zach answered with a smile.

“I know all the gays on campus,” Eileen said simply. “After five-plus years, I'd be blind if I didn't.”

“I see.” Zach held out his hand. “Zach Kirby; freshman; computer science.”

“Pleased to meet you, Zach.” Eileen shook his hand with a firm grip.

“What's your thesis about?”

“The economic impact of the homosexual social movement.”

“That's an odd combination.”

“Yes and no.” Eileen became serious as she warmed to her subject. “Homosexuals have always been part of society, but in the past they were often marginalized if they came out. But now that acceptance of homosexuals in everyday society is spreading, their impact on the social-economic structure came be felt. Or at least that's what I'm trying to prove.”

“That's pretty interesting.”

“I sure thought so when I started, but it's been a lot harder to collect hard data than I expected. I'm hoping I'll actually be able to finish it this year.”

“I would very much like to read it when you're done.”

Eileen eyed him quizzically. “You should never make an offer like that to someone writing a thesis. I could desperately use a reviewer right now.”

Zach grinned. “I'm a computer nerd, not a socialist. Or an economist, for that matter. I don't know how much help I'd be.”

“If your grammar is half-way decent and you can recognize a fallacious argument when you see one, that's close enough.”

“If you really want me to, I'd be glad to review it.”

“Thanks!” Eileen clasped his hand. “That will be a huge help.” She sat back in her chair and ran her fingers through her hair. “But I bet you didn't come by here just for my good luck. Were you looking for information about the GLBT?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, none of the officers are here right now. I was treasurer last year but I quit because it was taking up too much of my time. But the club president, Cole Hathaway, will probably be here at lunch time, if you want to come back. Oh, yeah! And there's a mixer tomorrow night.” Eileen pointed at the wall, where a colorful poster advertised a meet-and-greet for new students. “A lot of upperclassmen will be there, trolling for fresh meat among the new students.” She winked at him. “But it should be a good place to hook up if you're looking for a quickie.”

“That's ok,” Zach demurred. “I'm involved.”

“Long-distance?”

“No.” Zach understood why she was asking. A freshman should not have had time to get involved already. “We're from the same high school.”

“That's lucky that you both got in.”

“He's an athlete. He got a scholarship for the swim team.”

“A swimmer, huh?” Eileen's eyes brightened. “He must be hot. Swimmers always have the best physiques.”

Zach nodded. “He's a complete hottie.”

Eileen sighed wistfully. “I dated a swimmer once. She had the longest legs of anyone I've ever known. Man, I miss those thighs!”

“Maybe Kellen can introduce you to someone.”

“Ooh, there's an idea!”

Zach stood up. “I better head over for my next class. I'll definitely try to get to that mixer tomorrow.”

“Bring your boyfriend.”

“I will.”

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Kellen was tired after practice. He had started out swimming laps, followed by two relays and then two short races. His shoulders ached from doing the butterfly. Although he had always considered the butterfly to be one of his best strokes, his new coach had decided his technique needed honing. Kellen had to agree that the coach was right though; he had already shaved two full seconds off of his previous best time in the 200 meter butterfly. He arrived at the apartment still trying to work the kinks out of his shoulders and found Zach already there; sprawled on the floor of the living room doing homework.

“Hey, Zach.”

“Hey, Kellen. How was practice?”

“Grueling. My shoulders are killing me.”

“I'll rub them for you,” Zach immediately volunteered with a wide smile.

“You just want to take my shirt off,” Kellen replied with an answering smile.

“You betcha!” Zach agreed enthusiastically. He hopped to his feet and bounded over to Kellen. “Hold your arms up.”

Kellen complied and allowed Zach to pull his t-shirt off over his head. Zach drew in an appreciative breath.

“I think you've gotten more toned.” He slid his fingers across Kellen's muscular chest. “I thought you were really buff before, but you've got more definition now. Your coach must really be working you hard.”

“He is.” Kellen wrapped his arms around Zach's waist. “I think I'm going to see a lot of improvement under him.”

“Under him?” Zach lifted an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean.” Kellen interrupted his own chuckle by kissing Zach deeply. “You know you're the only one who gets to be on top of me.”

“Speaking of which…” Zach grinned, “how much homework do you have?”

“Tons,” Kellen groaned at the reminder.

“Need help?”

“I won't say no, but you can't do it for me.”

“I won't. I'll make dinner and help you at the same time. But do you want your shoulders massaged first?”

“No.” Kellen shook his head mournfully. “If I let you start sliding your hands over my body, I'll wind up on my knees with your cock up my ass and no homework done.”

“All right.” Zach kissed him and went back to his own homework. “I'm almost done with mine, so I'll start dinner in a few minutes.”

“Ok.”

Kellen always brought his books home before going to practice, so now he retrieved his backpack from where he had dumped it by the door earlier and settled down cross-legged next to their coffee table. The apartment boasted a living room, a kitchen with a small dining area, two bedrooms and a bathroom. They mostly used the rear bedroom for storage, since they shared the larger front bedroom. The living room had a couch, the coffee table, one recliner and a TV on a small stand. It was quite comfortable and Kellen felt perfectly at home living there with Zach. The only thing that kept it from being perfect was the damn homework that he struggled with every night. Kellen was not exactly envious of the fact that Zach was smarter than he was, and he was always glad to accept Zach's help when he got stuck, but sometimes it bothered him when Zach would blaze through his homework and move on to something relaxing while Kellen was barely half finished. When he added all the time he spent at practice on top of it, Kellen had very little free time left.

But then when the strain of never really getting to relax started to get to him, Zach would seduce him in some deliciously sensuous way and all the pent up frustration would melt away. Kellen suspected he would not have survived long at college if not for Zach.

“That's it,” Zach announced. He closed his book and put his last assignment away in the appropriate binder. “I was thinking of broiling some chicken thighs with butter and seasonings and making a Caesar salad. Sound ok?”

“I like everything you make,” Kellen said absently. It was true. Zach had yet to make a meal that Kellen did not devour with relish.

“Then chicken and Caesar salad it is.”

Zach went into the kitchen and Kellen focused on his homework. He wanted to finish it so they could have sex after dinner. Having sex with Zach was always the highlight of his day, no matter what else happened. But tonight he had math homework and Kellen was confused as usual. He struggled with it for as long as he could and then thumped his head on the table.

“I hate this! I'm an athlete! Why do I have to take math?”

“Because it's good for you,” Zach said. He came into the living room and knelt on the opposite side of the coffee table. “What's got you stumped?”

“This!” Kellen pointed at the problem. “It makes no sense at all!”

“Yes, it does,” Zach replied calmly. He proceeded to explain, not the problem specifically, but the concept behind the problem. As he went through it, Kellen finally began to understand.

“So you mean I should do it this way.” He leaned over the table and wrote out the solution, pausing every now and then before scribbling out the final answer. “Like this?”

Zach smiled. “That's it exactly.”

Kellen stared. “So why didn't they just explain it that way? I took all these damn notes in class and none of it made as much sense as you did just now.”

“I know how your mind works, so I put it in terms that make sense to you, that's all.”

“I wish you were my math teacher,” Kellen grumbled. “I'd do a lot better.”

Zach leaned across the table and kissed Kellen on the nose. “Ask me to explain when something doesn't make sense. I like helping people, especially you.”

“Thanks.”

Zach returned to cooking and Kellen continued with his homework. To his utter relief, he finished just as Zach was putting the food on their small dining table.

“All done?” Zach asked as Kellen plopped down at the table.

“Yes, finally.” Kellen worked his shoulder, rotating the joint while he rubbed it with the other hand. “And now my shoulders really ache.”

“Let's eat and I'll take care of that for you. A good long massage with warm oil will loosen your muscles.”

Kellen groaned. Just the mention of warm oil and massaging was enough to get him hard. But he was also desperately hungry and for the moment his stomach won out. He dug into the salad eagerly. Zach always added chopped anchovies to his homemade Caesar dressing, giving it a salty tang that Kellen loved. And the skin of the seasoned chicken thighs was delightfully crispy. He ate twice as much as Zach in the same amount of time, ruled for the moment by his athlete's appetite. When he was finished, he sat back with a satisfied sigh.

“Man, that was good.” Kellen patted his stomach contentedly.

“You are always a pleasure to cook for.” Zach started clearing the table.

“Just put them in the sink,” Kellen said. “I'll wash them in the morning. My first class isn't until eleven tomorrow, remember?”

“But you usually go to swim practice then.”

“I'm skipping it. I don't want to over-train.”

“That sounds like an excuse.”

“It is.” Kellen smiled slightly. “But coach insists that we keep up with our school work, so I can just tell him I was finishing homework. I need a break.”

“All right.” Zach put the last of the dishes in the sink. “In that case, there's nothing left to do but massage your shoulders and have sex.”

Kellen grinned. “Works for me.” He led the way to the bedroom and immediately shed the rest of his clothes. He flopped on the bed face down with his arms stretched out to either side. “You don't need to use oil. If you could just knead the muscles for a little while, that would be great.”

“As you command.” Zach climbed onto the bed and straddled Kellen's butt. He had also undressed and his genitals tickled Kellen's back. Then he slipped one hand under Kellen's arm and lifted his shoulder slightly to brace it as he pressed firmly into the muscles with the heel of his other hand. Kellen moaned.

“Oh man, that feels good!”

“You're knotted up pretty good. I should have done this earlier.” Zach worked on his shoulders until Kellen started to doze off. Zach shifted back and slapped him on the ass. “Don't you dare go to sleep! You promised me sex.”

Kellen twisted around and grinned at him. “I'm not asleep. Get off.” Zach slid off his legs and Kellen reversed his position, lying on his tummy with his head between Zach's legs. He grasped Zach's cock and started stroking it slowly. He had tried giving Zach head only a few times before. He was not that good at it yet, but he figured he was not going to get any better without trying. He had watched a few porn videos to pick up pointers, but the first time he had put Zach in his mouth, he had nearly choked himself. Zach's cock was huge. But he was determined to satisfy him, so he licked the tip of Zach's cock to wet it and then slid his mouth over it. He started just with the tip to get Zach hard and then went for a longer stretch of shaft. He was a little intimidated by the prospect of getting the whole thing into his mouth, but he kept working his way down, trying to swallow more of it with each stroke.

Zach's initial gasp of pleasure quickly turned into deep moans. Kellen tasted Zach's pre-cum as he started leaking and the flavor excited him. He worked harder, determined to bring Zach to climax, but his goal was thwarted because Zach abruptly grabbed him by the shoulders and flipped him over. Taken by surprise, Kellen found himself flat on his back with his heels in the air and Zach's cock ramming its way into his hole.

A few months ago, Kellen could not have taken Zach in without a little preparation, but after several weeks of almost daily sex, his asshole had become very responsive. He gasped with joy as Zach penetrated him, his cock hardening instantly from the delicious stimulation. He closed his eyes and pushed up against Zach's cock, thrusting his hips up and down eagerly. Zach pounded him hard and Kellen clutched at the bed covers, crying aloud. He came hard, his cum spurting onto his chest. Zach climaxed inside him, shaking with orgasm.

When he could catch his breath, Kellen glared at Zach. “You never let me finish,” he complained.

“I'm sorry,” Zach panted. “But watching you suck my cock makes me crazy.”

“Maybe I should tie you up.”

Zach's eyes sparkled. “Bondage sex! That's sounds like fun.”

“I'm serious,” Kellen said, still frowning. “I want to suck you off.”

“That's sweet.” Zach leaned over and kissed him, folding Kellen's legs against his torso. “But you have to understand what it's like for me watching a guy who used to say he was straight suck my cock. I lose control.”

“I think we've pretty well established that I'm not straight,” Kellen pointed out. He squeezed Zach's cock with his rectal muscles. “And I really love you. I want to make you feel good.”

Zach groaned in response to Kellen's clenching muscles. “You do make me feel good. No one has ever felt as good to me as you do.”

“But you're always making me come and I want to do the same for you. I know I'm still a little new at this, but I want to be an equal partner in our relationship.” Kellen flushed a little as he spoke. As openly passionate as he was when they made love, it still embarrassed him to talk about his feelings for Zach. It was so easy to demonstrate his affection, but it was hard to discuss it.

“I appreciate that.” Zach kissed him again. “I promise next time I'll let you finish. But maybe you should tie me up,” he added with a chuckle.

“Maybe I will.” He squeezed Zach with his muscles again. “Ready for Round Two?”

“Absolutely.”