Sorry for the delay, I've been pretty busy with summer so far. I'll try and get another part up for the weekend. Thanks.
I reopened my eyes to see the sun shining into my room through the blinds covering the windows. We were no longer sitting up against the headboard, but laying in my bed. Although it’s not as large as the one in Dalton’s house, it still did its job of allowing us to sleep together. He was laying with his butt and back against the wall, and I was resting against his firm body with one of his arms pulling me close to him.
My original plan of taking a nap and going to class shortly after was thrown out the window since we fell asleep for the night. The class I missed wasn’t a hard one and I know I can get back on track by getting someone’s notes for the day. I’m a quick learner, so I’m not worried.
As I pulled away from Dalton to stretch my arms and legs, I quickly glanced at the clock and jumped out of bed. Economics starts at ten, and it is already nine fifteen which left very little time to get ready and head out the door. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed my tooth brush and started brushing my teeth. When I was done, I hopped in the shower quick, got a thin lather of soap on my body, washed my hair, and jumped out. It had to be one of the quickest showers I’ve ever taken so far. I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and saw Dalton was still sleeping.
He was now on his back in the middle of the bed, completely naked. I wanted to just watch him sleep, watch his chest raise slightly then watch it fall back down, look at his powerful muscles just resting peacefully. But I couldn’t, we had to be at class in half an hour. I moved over to the bed, straddling his waist and chocked on his chest.
“Dalton!” He didn’t move so I hit him harder. “Wake up, fat ass!”
I guess he was awake all along because he smirked when I called him a fat ass. He grabbed hold of my wrists and with one swift motion, flipped me on my back on the bed and was now straddling me, all while butt naked.
“Can you stop calling my ass fat; we all know it’s huge.” He joked.
“We don’t have time to be doing this right now.” I tried breaking free of his grip but my effort was to no avail. “We have to get to class and my alarm didn’t go off.”
“What do you mean you know!”
“I unset your alarm.” He brought his head down to mine awaiting for a good morning kiss which I reluctantly gave him. “Thank you.”
He got off of me and headed to the bathroom. I heard the shower go on and the door slide open and close as I went to the closet to get clothes. Today was one of those days where the temperature only hit sixty and was cloudy, so a hoodie and jeans were what I was looking for. I picked a dark pair of straight leg jeans, a pair of black briefs and a navy sweatshirt to wear. By the time I had my underwear and jeans on, Dalton was done showering and was already brushing his teeth. When I went in to the bathroom to do my hair, he was still standing naked in front of the mirror.
“Are you a nudist now?”
“You’ve seen me naked a few times now, and I’ve seen you naked, so why bother.” He spit out the toothpaste in his mouth. “It’s not like we don’t know what each other has.”
I got the gel out of the cabinet under the sink, squeezed a good amount in my hands, and ran it through my hair, pushing it up so it was spiked. I put some deodorant and cologne on as well as my watch and chain and looked over myself in the mirror and noticed Dalton watching me.
“Don’t we look hot today.”
“Thanks.” I blushed. “Now can you please hurry up so Professor Huckins doesn’t kill both of us.”
“Do you have something I can wear, I’m not wearing sweaty gym clothes from yesterday. Unless you want to flaunt me around naked.”
“You’d never walk around campus completely naked.”
“Wanna bet?” He looked at me seriously.
“I’ll find something for you to wear.”
I left the bathroom and headed to closet to find Dalton an outfit to wear. Normally, lending a friend some clothes wouldn’t be a problem, but because he’s much bigger than me, it was going to be a challenge.
“Can you lend me some underwear too?”
“Don’t you go commando sometimes?”
“Yeah, but if I’m wearing your jeans, they’re going to be tighter which means extra friction on my dick which could result in a mess.”
“That be an interesting sight.” I smirked.
I grabbed a black pair of boxer briefs that I had and tossed them to him. He slipped them on and looked like they fit, but were a little snug. He shoved his hand down the front and repositioned himself so he was comfortable. He knew I was watching him so he turned around slowly to tease me. His butt looked even bigger in my underwear since the fabric was clinging to each of his cheeks, as well as the valley between the mountain of muscles he calls an ass. I was becoming horny once again but restrained myself from looking, and went back to finding clothes for him to wear.
I got a pair of jeans from a hanger that I thought would fit him as well as a sweatshirt and a wife beater tank top and handed them to him. He overlooked what I selected him and nodded in approval before he tried them on. The jeans fit tightly, but looked like he was wearing his little brother’s jeans since they only came to his ankles. He pulled them down so they were sitting on his butt, which now brought them below his ankles. He pulled the tank top over his head which clung to each of his sculpted abs as well as his chest.
“I like the jeans, they’re really soft. Where’d you get them?”
“Abercrombie and Fitch.” I pulled my shoes on. “They’re a little pricey, but in my opinion, I think they’re worth it.”
“I think we need to take a trip to the mall so I can get me a few pair.” He pulled the sweatshirt on. “And maybe some tops from the store as well.”
“Then you’ll really fit the gay jock appearance.” I joked.
“Don’t straight people wear their clothes?” He asked as he fondled with his shoelaces.
“They do, but some people joke that Abercrombie is either for rich people, gay guys, or for jocks.”
“Well I guess I’m all three of those.”
“You make me laugh, Dalton Garcia.”
He just smiled at me before he got up. “So how do I look?”
“You’re a ten, like always.” He bent over though which revealed his whole ass. “Just don’t bend over in front of Professor Huckins and you’ll be fine.”
I grabbed my keys off the table and headed to the door opening it for Dalton.
“Don’t forget your book bag, Christian.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I punched him jokingly as I took it from his hands.
“No problem, kiddo.” He punched me harder.
We walked down the long hallway fooling around, not sexually but jokingly. I would bump into him with my shoulder which would only make him lose his balance for a short second, and he followed by bumping into me, which pushed me to the other side of the hallway. We both laughed each time he did that.
When we reached the parking lot, I saw that Dalton drove here yesterday and that’s why he unset my alarm. Driving to class only took ten minutes tops, while walking could take you upwards of half an hour. We got into the car, drove to the Business section of the campus, and headed to class.
When we walked into class, Professor Huckins was reading the paper at his desk since class hadn’t started. He looked up briefly, acknowledging us, and went back to reading. We took our usual seats in the first row of desks, next to each other.
Professor Huckins soon started class by handing our tests back. He went around the room, placing everyone’s test on their desk upside down to allow each person privacy. There were many sighs of relief as people looked at their tests as well as sighs of sadness due to a poor grade. He placed my test on the desk face up. I got an “A” on it. He then walked over to Dalton and held his test before him.
“How’d you think you did, Mr. Garcia?”
“Um, I think I did okay on it.”
“That’s not a very confident answer.”
He placed the test on the desk face up again before walking to the blackboard to write today’s notes. Dalton had gotten a “B-” on this test, and by the look of his face, he was completely in shock. He put his hand palm up on the table and I put mine onto of his, palm down. He squeezed it tightly and shook it as a smile erupted upon his face.
“See what a little studying can do?”
“I’m glad I listened to you, Christian.” He let go of my hand. “Thanks so much.”
“Well you better start paying attention again, it looks like today’s a heavy note day.”
* * *
Class came to an end rather quickly, yet I still had three full pages, front and back, of notes. Dalton usually had much less copied down than I did by the end of class, but I make him recopy mine so he has them. He doesn’t really like it, but it sure does help. We got our things together, said a quick goodbye to Professor Huckins and left the room.
Today was now Thursday and Economics is the only class I have on these days. Dalton is also free after Economics on Thursdays, so we planned to spend time together as friends but not lovers. We walked around awhile just talking until we reached his car. He started it up and pulled out of the parking lot away from my dorm room
“Where are we going?”
“I thought we could just take a drive, maybe go to the beach to watch the waves.”
“Good, that means we have time to talk.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“There are a few things I would like to discuss with you.”
“I met a friend of yours the other day.”
“Marc. I think his last name’s Anderson or something.”
“Yeah, that’s him.” He turned onto a main road that eventually ran into a highway. “What about him.”
“He kind of knows that you’re gay…”
I waited for him to yell at me, telling me I should of kept my mouth shut. Or that I had no right telling him about us, but it never came. He just sighed and leaned back in his seat.
“I think he always thought I was gay.”
“He did, he told me.” There was an awkward silence. “Are you mad at me, Dalton. If you are, I’m totally fine with it. It wasn’t my time or place to talk to him; you should have been given the chance to tell him yourself. He approached me when I was sitting under a tree and told me he saw you grab my crotch. I tried to think of a way to make it look not as bad, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t and I truly am sorry.”
“I’m not mad at you Christian, just annoyed that he saw me do that. He is the only one that saw, right?”
“Yes. I guess we didn’t see him.”
“It’s really not a big deal.” He turned on the highway and moved into the left lane. “How’d he react?”
“He was actually really accepting of it. He told me he loves you like a brother and will always be there if you ever need him. He also told me he would like to become friends with me since me and you are going to be together more often.”
“I suspected he would react that way. I’ve been wanting to tell him and kept replaying how it would turn out over and over again in my head.”
“So you’re not mad at me?”
“No.” He took his right hand off the steering wheel in search of my left. “I’m not mad at you; I’m just mad I wasn’t there to tell him.”
“Do you still want me to tell Christine?”
“If you want to.”
“I’d like to tell her; it would be pretty funny I think.”
“Why do you say that.”
“Well, when you invited me to come to your house, I went to her room and told her all about it. She told me that nothing was going to happen and to find out if you would be interested in her. I’m actually excited to see her face.”
“So you’re saying you want to show me off like a trophy.”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“You’re such a little asshole sometimes.”
“Yes, but I’m your little asshole.”
Traffic was moving well on the highway until we got off our exit for New Haven. The road going into the town was packed with traffic on both sides, and we eventually came to a crawl. Dalton made a sharp right turn the first chance he got and went speeding down a side street. He then made the first left off of this road, which ran parallel to the main road that led into the center of town. There were no cars on this side street, but there were stop signs every so often, it still beat sitting in traffic. After another few minutes of driving, we reached our destination, the beach.
The waves were gently rolling onto the sandy beach as I looked out of the windshield. When I thought we were going to park, Dalton hopped the curb and drove onto the sand. I’ve never been on the beach in a car before and was taken by surprise at first.
“Aren’t we going to get in trouble?”
“Not at this beach. They let you drive here if there aren’t any people, which is right now.”
He pulled a little farther down the beach before he turned the car around so the trunk was facing the water. He put the car in park, turned it off and got out of the car waiting for me to follow. The temperature was probably five to ten degrees cooler here than it was on campus. Even though I had a sweatshirt and jeans on, I was still cold.
Dalton opened the trunk of the car and sat down in it, patting the rug next to him for me to sit. I sat down next to him and he pulled me in close to him, wrapping his left arm around me. My teeth were still chattering as we were sitting there. I guess he heard because he grabbed a blanket out of one of the compartments from the trunk and wrapped it around us. I brought my right arm around his back as I had [let] my left one go [fall] across his front so I was hugging him. My head was resting under his armpit against his ribs as he pulled me closer with his strong left arm. We just sat there for quite some time, saying nothing, embracing one another.
“Can you come with me to a party tonight?” Dalton broke the silence.
“I’m not much of a partier, Dalton.”
“Please, I don’t like a lot of the people that have been invited.”
“The whole football team. I like most of the guys, but the basketball team has also been invited, and they are really cocky and annoying.”
“Can’t you just hangout with the football jocks so I don’t have to go?”
“I also want you to come with me because I want someone to make sure I don’t drink too much.”
“I’m sure you can find someone there to do that.”
“Not really, Christian.” He kissed the top of my head. “I don’t trust any of them; they’re all going to be drunk.”
“I don’t know.”
“Marc will be there; you two can bond.”
“If it’ll make you happy, I’ll come.”
“Thank you so much.”
“Just don’t throw up on me.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“Now give me a kiss.”
I repositioned my head so I was looking at his face. He brought his lips down slowly to mine and as they touched I melted in his arms. When he kisses me, I always get this sense of protection and affection from him. I feel that he truly cares about me, and that he will do anything in his power to keep me happy and healthy. This is what I’ve been looking for. This is what I’ve always wanted. This is what I finally have and I plan to never lose it.