It was midwinter during my Freshman year of college when I became aware that someone else besides my roommate found me sexually desirable. After my first encounter with Nathanial, many more followed, usually with us ending up in a sixty-nine on the bed. According to Nathanial, I was fast becoming a pro at fellatio. He continuously delighted in my lack of a gag reflex and used every opportunity to tell me so. I wasn’t sure if I was pleased with the praise or not, considering that up until this year I would have labeled myself as strictly hetero.
After that first encounter, Nathanial confessed to me that he was gay. He claimed that he never mentioned it to me prior, because he was worried that I would have been offended, and at worst, disgusted or afraid of living with a gay man. I assured him that I wouldn’t have really cared either way. He seemed relieved, and that’s when he made the proposition to have repeats of that first performance.
At first it was decided to only be on the rare occasion, but soon grew from there. I was just starting to wrap my head around the fact that on at least three nights a week, my roommate and I would secretly engage each other in oral pleasure. As odd as some people would think my situation was if they knew, it was a new experience for me, and I secretly reveled in it. It wasn’t until I began receiving a few winks and smirks in the locker room after practices that I came to realize that maybe our covert, late-night, rendezvous weren’t as secret as I thought. I also noticed that a few more of my team mates were spending more time watching me in the showers than before.
I cornered Nathanial one day in our room and asked him about it. He then confessed to me that he might have let it slip that he had a new “friend in bed” during locker-room talk. He assured me that he never named names, but that someone might have figured it out when pressed, by the description he had given. I sighed and I turned away with my shoulders slumped. Great, now I understood the recent looks and smiles.
I went to practice the next day more prepared for the onslaught of stares. I thought I was sailing through quite well, until I was suddenly cornered by a couple of Juniors from the water polo team, as I was heading into the shower after practice.
“Well if it isn’t the little cock-sucker,” one said leaning in close.
“He looks so sweet. I wonder what he tastes like?” Another replied.
“Look at him.” The third answered. “It’s obvious. He’d taste like cherries. Isn’t that right Cherry Boy?”
By this point I was looking around frantically for some assistance, but it seemed like everyone had either left for the day or hadn’t returned from practice yet. I tried pushing past them, but was roughly pushed back against the bay of lockers. I sometimes I really hated the fact that I was only 5’10, and while I had some muscle, I was a freestyle swimmer, and was more lean than built. Especially compared to these three.
“What’s your hurry, Cherry Boy? Don’t tell me you’re not into it.” The first one said, leering in close, grabbing my face.
“We heard all about your delightful oral skills, why not show us a little preview?” His buddy chimed in, reaching his hand down to caress my ass.
I was really starting to panic then. It was one thing to do something like this with Nathanial. He never pushed me beyond what I was comfortable doing, but this was crossing the line into something else altogether. The two subordinates on my sides grabbed my arms and forced me down to my knees, while the leader, in the middle, stepped closer and started lowering his trunks. I was almost in tears, when I suddenly heard a voice behind my would-be attackers.
“HEY!!!”
I looked past the leaders’ shoulder to see Alistair, the swim team captain, and Declan standing there with their arms crossed, glairing. My relief was instantaneous. Thank the Angels that someone showed up to put a stop to this.
“What’s going on here, fellas?” Alistair sneered, his eyes darting from one to another of my captors.
“Nothing, man. Nothing that concerns you, at any rate.” The leader replied, blocking me from view.
“I believe you have one of my swimmers held there behind you. I wouldn’t say that was ‘nothing’. Would you say that was nothing, Declan?” He said looking over at his companion.
“No, Alistair, I wouldn’t.” Declan replied, his eyes narrowing.
Alistair started moving forward and after a moment the group parted and let him through. He glared at my two restrainers, and they instantly released my arms and stepped away, hands raised in surrender. Alistair reached a hand down to help me back to my feet. He then wrapped his right arm around my shoulders before turning to address the small group once again.
“You three better get out of here, quick, before I let your Captain know that you have been harassing Freshman again. You know what will happen then, don’t you?” He said with a feral smile.
The three visibly paled, and quickly hurried away. Declan came up to us, chuckling under his breath as he watched them scuttle away.
“Are you ok, Desmond?” Alistair asked, training his grey eyes on my face.
“Y-y-yes,” I stammered out, tears pooling in my own eyes.
“Well if he’s fine now, I’m going to go clean up and get going.” Declan declared in a disinterested voice, heading for the showers without a backwards glance.
Alistair nodded, and then turned back to me. By then the tears had spilled over and were silently tracking down my face. He reached his hand up to my jaw and used his thumb to wipe them away. The look of concern in his face was my undoing, and I started crying in earnest. It was a release from the terror of just a few moments before. Alistair turned me into his embrace, and wrapped his arms around me. He continued to hold me as I shook and let go all the emotion I had experienced.
As I finally began to settle down, I became aware of the fact that we were both nearly naked, having on only our speedos and I was pressed tightly against his chest.
As I started pulling back, Alistair swooped in and kissed me. I was too stunned to move, and my brain shut down. Was this really happening? Was I being kissed by my Captain?
“There now. I wanted to replace that look in your eyes. I think I did that pretty well, huh?” Alistair said chuckling.
He then chucked me under my chin and turned and walked away, into the showers. My legs gave out and I collapsed dumbfounded to the floor.
Several days later I caught Alistair watching me in the locker room shower stalls. He was leaning against the main doorway nonchalantly, a towel loosely slung around his hips. I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. His auburn hair was still wet from his own recent shower and slicked back from his forehead. One piece managed to escape and hung over his left eye, giving him a rakish air. I began to grow a little nervous as the stalls around me emptied out, and he continued to stand there. After the last guy left he approached where I was lathering up a sponge to wash myself.
“Want me to wash your back?” he asked, with a smirk, coming up behind me.
“I think I can handle it,” I murmured, ducking my head.
“Let me do it for you,” he said taking the sponge from my hands, and gently pushed me forward.
I placed my hands against the tiled wall as I felt him start rubbing the soapy sponge across my shoulders. He slowly started to caress the sponge over my shoulder blades, down my spine, and across my trapezius muscles. The soft caress started causing things to tingle low in my groin, and I began to grow.
I looked over my shoulder hearing his towel fall as he stepped closer to me. I started closing my eyes as I saw his hand reaching forward. I waited in anticipation, but soon realized that he had reached for the body wash in front of me, and to turn off the water.
My eyes flew open when I felt his hands directly on my skin, rubbing down my sides and back before returning to my shoulders. He ran his hands down my arms and back again, lathering them with his soapy hands. He then stepped even closer as he brought his hands around to my chest and began lathering that as well. By then I had a full-on raging boner. His slick hands then traced a path down and around to my stomach, and my abs contracted involuntarily. I held my breath as he brought his hands lower, toward my groin. I felt his hot breath whisper in my ear, “Hmmm. Is that from me, I wonder?”
I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I felt him wrap his fingers around my hard shaft. He slowly stroked it down to the base before bringing them back up to the head and repeating the motion using a bit more force on the down stroke. He used his left arm to cradle me against his body as he firmly bent me over, never stopping the slow, soapy assault on my cock.