Chapter 3: Breaking in Elliot

I arrived at Stu’s apartment at the agreed upon time. I’d been so nervous and excited that I barely heard my professors. I raced to my dorm and showered and dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top that showed off my arms and shoulders. I had a good build and I put in the gym time. I secretly hoped that Stu would notice. I prayed that I wasn’t wrong about him and that I hadn’t misread his innocent conversation as flirting.

I knocked on the door and waited for him to open it. It seemed like an eternity that I stood waiting and sweating. But a few seconds later, the door swung open to reveal Stu clad only in a towel. His blond hair was damp and plastered to his head even as he rubbed at it to dry it.

“Hey,” he greeted me. “Come on in.” He stepped back and held the door so I could step past him into his place.

“Thanks,” I answered. My hip brushed his crotch as I moved past him and I quickly apologized.

Stu grinned at me. “No you aren’t.”

My face flamed in embarrassment and I turned away from him to look around me. Apartment wasn’t very big but it was clean for two guys to be living here. I wondered which room was Stu’s. Get it together, I commanded myself. Nervous isn’t a normal state for me and I needed to sit down somewhere before I was making an ass of myself. Stu brushed past me to go into the kitchen.

“Have a seat. You want anything to drink? Beer? Water? Soda?” He opened the refrigerator door and leaned inside.

I sat down on the couch. “No. I’m OK. Thanks.”

There were some magazines on the table that caught my eye. I picked up the one on top of the pile. It was a skin mag. The man on the front of the cover was absolutely stunning. The text underneath the picture assured me that I would see Sebastian in all of his naked glory if I turned to page ten. I opened the magazine and found the centerfold’s layout. I groaned softly as my dick sprang to life at the pictures of the sexy man in suggestive poses.

“I can put those somewhere else if they bother you.”

I looked up at Stu, clutching the periodical in both hands. He’d startled me and I accidentally bent the page a bit. I felt my face turn red as I tried to smooth the wrinkled pages before placing it back on the pile on the table. I cleared my throat. “No. It’s OK,” I stammered. “They aren’t bothering me. I mean, this is your place. You can have any magazine out that you want. Right?”

Stu took a long drink from the bottle of water he held in his hand. “Yeah. Right.” He came and sat down on the couch next to me. I tried not to stare at his smooth chest and flat belly. A faint line of dark hair started from just under his navel to disappear under his towel.

“Shouldn’t we get started on the project?” I asked him, not meeting his gaze.

“In a minute.” Stu set the now empty bottle on the table and picked up the magazine I’d been looking at. “I went for a quick run before you got here,” he said, flipping through the magazine as if it were a sports mag instead of 100 pages of hot naked men. “Sebastian here is a runner too. He says it’s what keeps his body in such good shape. Do you run?”

I shook my head. My gaze was locked on his finger as he traced the picture, outlining each pec, each ab, and lower until he ran the tip of his finger down Sebastian’s long hard dick. “No,” I said, clearing my throat again. “I’m not much of a runner. I prefer to lift weights.”

Stu shrugged. “Too bad. We could go on runs together. Oh well.” He flipped to another page with an equally hot guy on it. “He’s hot. Don’t you agree?”

I lifted one shoulder. “I guess. If you like that.”

Stu looked over at me. “And you don’t?”

“I guess.”

“You’re a sad ass liar, man.” Stu held up the magazine. “I saw the way you were looking at these pictures. And your dick is about to burst out of your shorts.”

I glanced down and sure enough, Stu was right. I tried to cover my erection and Stu snickered.

“It’s cool, Elliot. They do me the same way.” He tossed the magazine back on the table. Turning to me, he placed a hand on my knee. “But why look at some pictures when you can have the real thing, right?”

I watched his hand slide from my knee up my thigh nearing my straining crotch. I knew I should probably stop him. But his hand squeezing my thigh felt so right.

“Yeah,” I said swallowing hard.

Stu slid closer to me still keeping his hand on my thigh. If he flexed his fingers, he’d be touching my cock. He ran his tongue over his lips. “So, I’ll ask you again. Did you like what you saw in the magazine?”

I gulped in air like it was in short supply. Stu bunched the fabric of my shorts in his fist and slid it up, exposing my thigh. His hand disappeared under the material and slid along my bared skin. This time his fingertips just lightly grazed my ball sac and I gasped.

“Did you think Sebastian was hot?” he whispered. He leaned close to me and I felt his warm breath tickling my neck.

No one, not even Paulie had made me burn like this. I wanted to feel Stu close and learn all he could teach me about man love. I turned my head to look at him. Our lips were inches apart. My gaze flickered to his mouth then back to his baby blue eyes. “I think you’re hot,” I admitted in a whisper.

Stu smiled. “I thought that’s the way the ball bounced,” he quipped.

“What?”

“My gaydar is always right.”

“You knew?”

He shrugged. “I hoped.” He nuzzled my cheek with the tip of his nose. “I think you’re pretty hot too.” His hand slid further up my shorts until he caressed my stiff meat. A slow grin spread across his lips. “No wrapping, huh? Easy access. I like that.”

It was my turn to grin. “I had hoped too.” The feel of his fingers stroking my cock was making me bold. I didn’t want this moment to pass without me getting a taste of him. So I leaned forward and cupped the back of his head to pull him close for a kiss.

Stu didn’t move as I pressed my lips to his. After a brief second, he opened his mouth and I slid my tongue past his teeth. Fire instantly exploded in my belly and I kissed him hard with all the passion I’d been saving for Paulie and since. Stu’s hand closed around my cock and he started stroking me furiously. I ran my hand down his chest over his nipples. He gasped into my mouth as I tugged the tiny buds into hardened peaks. I let my hand drop lower to his belly. That’s when he stopped me.

“What?” I asked confused.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked as he withdrew his hand from my shorts. “I’m not here just to satisfy your curiosity and then you peel out of here.”

I drew back, staring at him. “I want to. If you do.”

He watched me for a moment without speaking. I took it to mean that he wasn’t interested. And I stood.

“Maybe I should go. We can work on the project at the library.”

“Fuck the project, man,” he said standing as well. “Come on.”

I slowly put my hand in his and followed him to the bedroom. Once inside, he turned back to me and opened his arms and I went into his embrace. We kissed passionately, our tongues dueling wildly. Sensation after hot sensation washed over me as his tongue plundered my mouth and his hands roamed over my ass. My shorts seemed to fall off my hips to pool at my feet. I stepped out of them my hand instinctively going to my cock to stroke myself. My shirt soon joined my shorts and Stu wasted no time in devouring my nipples like a starving man. His tongue swirled around and around each bud before he suckled hard. I moaned loudly. I sank one hand into his thick blond hair to hold him to me. Stu pushed my hand away from my pole and he gripped me in a tight fist.

“Damn, guy,” I murmured.

“Too rough?”

“Feels good,” I answered. My head dropped back as he continued his onslaught on my nipples. I had no idea they were so damn sensitive. He kissed his way down my belly and dropped to his knees in front of me.

No amount of dreaming, watching gay movies, or reading had prepared me for the feel of Stuart’s hot mouth on my dick. My head swam and I unconsciously thrust my hips against his face. His moans of pleasure joined mine and I felt the jizz surging up into my balls. I didn’t want to come yet. I knew there was more and I wanted to experience it all.

“Stop,” I whispered, pushing at his shoulders.

Stu looked up at me. “Stop? What? Changed your mind?”

I shook my head and hauled him to his feet. “No. Not a chance. I just want some of you too.”

He smiled again and it made my stomach do a flip. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back onto his bed. I lowered myself over him and kissed him with deep thrusts of my tongue. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me close and thrusting his towel covered dick against mine. I kissed my way down his neck to bite at his shoulders before paying the same attention to his nipples as he did for me. Stuart moaned and held my head down with one hand as the other fondled my ass...