The making of Matt, part III: Steve
As I mentioned previously, Steve had told Matt that he was having sex with a “queer”. Matt was shocked for two reasons, one, he never imagined Steve would engage in gay sex, and two, Matt could not believe that Steve was telling him about it. But, they were frat brothers, and Steve being a year older and already established in the fraternity felt entitled and confident in his relationship with Matt. So, Matt did come back to recount his conversation with Steve. Matt was very curious who Steve might be having sex with. I knew, but I was not telling. I figured there was no need in letting that out. Besides, that has always been one of my greatest assets with straight men, keeping my mouth shut and my secrets close to my heart.
Steve was a handsome enough young man, about 6 foot and broad shouldered. HE had short straight light brown hair and really intense blue eyes. He had a big nose, and strong jawline. When Steve smiled, his eyes would light up and he looked much cuter. Steve was sort of friendly when not around his frat brothers, and not as much when among his kind.
Steve had a dark side as well. He was the kind of guy that relished making snide remarks about people who were different. He enjoyed putting down “queers”. I saw all this when I would eat in the frat cafeteria. My gay friends and I were always the butt of his remarks and jokes. But Steve had a deep secret!
IN the spring of that year, I ended up in a class, no less than with, Steve! It was a sociology class, and he was there on his own, with none of his frat brothers. When we saw each other, I was floored. I thought to my self, this is not going to be a good thing. He looked at me, and I at him, and neither greeted the other, but rather just gave each other a look of recognition.
After just a couple of weeks, I noticed that Steve was always watching me in class. The classroom had a long conference table that we all sat around. Steve was on one side, and I, on the other. Still I noticed that he watched whom I talked to and just kept watching me. Every now and then, our eyes would meet, and I would usually turn away in submission. At those moments, he gave me a puzzling look. It was not a hateful look, but neither was it friendly. I could not make him out.
The class ended at 2:00pm and I was through for the day. On occasion, I would run downstairs to the first floor and go to a bathroom just before the exit. Of course, there was a glory hole in that bathroom. AS you entered, there were 2 toilet stalls to the left and 2 urinals to the right of them. The adjacent stall and urinal had a small hole where one could watch the action at the urinal. Between the two toilet stalls there was a nice glory hole.
So, one afternoon, I go out of class and head down to the bathroom. It was empty so I sat at the stall next to the urinal. After about 5 minutes a guy walks in and stands at the urinal. The guy pees and then starts playing with his dick. He gets hard and turns slightly towards the hole. I couldn’t tell who it was, but the cock was nice. Looked nice and white and clean and probably about 7 inches. He strokes it and after a few minutes, a drop of precum appears at the tip. He strokes it a few more times and he puts it away. I am thinking, damn, another tease. To my surprise, he comes over and gets in the next toilet stall. He stands there and whips it out, still hard, and begins to stroke it again. I am sitting there all excited, and now I can actually see his clothes. Suddenly I realize it is Steve! Without hesitation, he sticks it through the hole. I take it and start to suck on it with all I got. As I am sucking, he tells me, “suck it queer”. So I did and before long, he is moaning and ready to blow his load. Just before he blew, I get up suddenly and I walk out, leaving him standing there with his dick through the hole! I was incensed!
I exited the building quickly and got lost outdoors. I stopped and watched from a distance, and after a few minutes, I saw him come out, looking around. He looked pissed. I also knew for certain now that it was indeed Steve.
The next time our class met, I was apprehensive about seeing Steve, even though, I had assumed that he did not know that I was on the other side of that glory hole. I was sitting in class talking with someone, and when I turned around, Steve was sitting at his place, looking directly at me. It was more like he was glaring at me, and I started to look down and as I did, he yells my name across the table. I looked up at him, shocked that he actually knew my name, and he gives me this “knowing” kind of smirk. I was worried.
As class ended, I looked in Steve’s direction and saw him going out the door. I lingered slightly before I finally left the room. I was going to the Student Union, but at the last moment, I figured, oh hell, I may as well go and check the “tearoom”. So I saunter down to one of my favorite spots. I come down the stairs and round the stairwell and go right into the bathroom, and before the door closes, Steve is standing right behind me! I froze!
Steve pushed me towards the stall, not roughly, but still a push. He asked me why I left him hanging the last time and then added, “you better not do that again.” I turned on him and told him, “ok, I know what I am, I don’t need you calling me queer.” To my surprise, he answered, “fair enough, I won’t call you queer again, but you still want my dick, don’t you?” With that, I closed the door to the stall and told him yes. He got into the next stall and pulled his dick out.
He was almost fully hard already. I think he had been thinking about this for 2 days. And, it was a nice one! It was about 7” medium thickness, even from the tip to the base (I like those), and cut. I took hold of it and started sucking him, slowly, methodically. I sucked it all down and he tensed up. I pulled off and lick the shaft and licked at the head. He was precumming again, and I licked it off the tip hungrily. About that time, someone came in and used the urinal. Steve pulled out of the hole, and just stood there stroking himself quietly. He stuck it through again and I went to town! I started getting his dick all wet and throbbing as I slobbered on it. He started moaning and bucking his hips against the wall. I knew he was getting close. Then I felt the shaft get really hard and he moaned louder and I took his dick and swallowed the whole thing down as he started pumping his sweet cream down my throat. I thought he was never going to stop cumming!
Finally he stopped and he pulled out. He stood there, catching his breath. I was getting nervous, we had been in there awhile. I went out to wash my face and my hands. Steve came out of the stall and stood at the next sink and washed his hands. He turned and started to walk away. As he got to the door, he turned and smiled and said, “thanks, queer,” with a smile and a wink of an eye. I laughed. I knew at that point, we had reached an understanding.
As the semester wore on, we met several more times at the stalls, sometimes twice in a week. He almost never missed on Thusdays. He became more relaxed around me, even in class. One day, I saw him with his friends (and Matt) in their cafeteria, and to my amazement, he let me and my friends go by without any snide remarks. Life seemed to be good for him.
Just after mid-term, I ran into him, alone, at the bookstore. Nervously, and looking around to see if anyone was watching, he came up to me and asked my phone number, and asked if he could call me the weekend. Of course I said yes. Sure enough, that Friday, about 1:00 am, I get a call from Steve, wanting to come over. Dave, my roomie was out, so I told him to come.
That night was different. Steve had been drinking and claimed to be vey horny. He had been making out with a chick at a frat party, but was unable to get a blow job, much less some pussy. He came in and got naked and laid on my bed. That was actually the first time I had ever seen him naked. He did have an incredible body!
His 6’frame was all muscle, no fat to latch onto. It was not a body builder’s physique, but lean and very muscled. He sported a small patch of light brown hair between and around his nipples. They were nice and pink, begging to be licked. From his navel down, the hair became slightly darker as the trail led to the Netherlands below. I loved his pubes, they were tightly curled brown hairs that became kind of golden as they went out farther. He had huge balls encased in a tight small sack with not one hair on them.
Steve was very different that night! As I got down between his legs and started to lick his hard shaft, he started rubbing the hair on my head. He had never touched me. I took his cock and slipped my mouth over it and began to suck him. Again, I slobbered on his dick, licking and sucking him, and bringing him to cumming. I’d pull off his dick and licked his balls and ran my nose through his pubes. Every now and then he would utter, “suck it bitch.’’ At this point I had accepted how he spoke, and instead of getting pissed, I’d suck him harder with complete abandon. After about 20 minutes, he reached down and pulled me off his cock. Out of nowhere he tells me, “ turn around, I want to fuck your ass.” He jumped up and got behind me, he wanted me on all fours. He looked around and grabbed a bottle of lotion and greased his cock, and with determination he began to penetrate my ass.
Steve was kind of rough as he pushed himself all the way up my ass and began to establish a rhythm. My ass was on fire and felt like he was going to split me open. Thank God, it didn’t take him long before he was ready to cum. It was not a great fuck, but I managed to keep it together. Steve dressed slowly and we made small talk. He asked if I had enjoyed the fuck to which I said it was a bit rough. He told me that he had enjoyed it and asked if we could do it again. From then on, we did fuck, not always, but most the time we got together.
As the semester wore on, I realized that Steve had come a long way. He was friendlier and even spoke to me in class. One day, I ran into him at the cafeteria. He was with his frat brothers, Matt included. As I walked past them, Steve said hello and winked at me. Matt was sitting across from Steve and was watching closely. Matt looked at me, then at Steve, then back at me. In that instant, I knew that Matt realized that I was the queer that Steve had been fucking! And that leads to the final segment of Matt, the frat orgy.
But the other guys on your hall benefited greatly from it also. It was a learning experience for everyone.
