Indistinction : Part 1

Sorry theres no sex in this 1, but it will be in the next one or it would probably be too long. A bit of masturbation and action in it though.
So my first ever story, do mind the language sorry considering there is a bit of explicit wording. I’m not a very good writer but I’m blunt about some of the thingI’ms I try to explain to the reader so if you could read and comment? I do hope its not too monotonous in terms of speech, but feedback would be appreciated. I’d just like to see how this one goes and see if theres any interest in it.

My name is vinny - short for, well you can guess. I’m 19 y.o and about 190cm about 6’1 being fairly slender and slim. Since a little boy ,living in new zealand and moving here to australia when I was 9, rugby was instilled in me as a necessity of life. I weigh about 86kg with longish light brown hair. I’m usually not vain about how I look but the two things I keep in order is my chest abs and arse, I hated too much or too little muscle and fat. It had to be just right, why? because most rugby players maintained finely chiseled arses, adonis shaped abs and god-carved chests, even though i’m usually mistaken for a swimmer. It’s my second year of university and there’s no place better right now. Another thing I noticed when I was younger was my attraction to girls AND guys. Later on in life I came to like only guys. Would I tell anyone of my mates?, no way, unless I’m willing to get to be the laughing stock or worse ditched by them. I’ve had girlfriends but no boyfriends and always retained my saying that ‘love doesn’t exist’.

“Finally!, i’ve finished this stupid test revision” I said as I yawned and lean back into the computer chair. I looked through the curtains to see outside the computer lab and saw the sun coming up, with a moap I stuck my head on the desk and wanted to sleep. The time was about 7am and knowing the australian sun its probably already hot out there. “Oi nob, keen to head back to the college?” I said to Zach. I turned to find Zach already half asleep on his keyboard. I woke him up and said “you gonna come back bro? kitchen should have breakfast soon”, Zach responded with “I’m good vinny ill catch up later bro”. I Packed up my books and gear, stood up and left some food on the bench for him as I left.



 Zach was one of my best mates who i’d met when we were neighbors in the college during our first year. Zach was about the same height and had black hair. We became great mates from the love of rugby and knowing that his roots came from new zealand also. He was straight as a dick on viagra though, but he’s the brother from another mother, so to speak.



 As I stepped out of the lab I looked around and felt the warm air pushing the branches of the trees making the leaves dance around. I took off my jacket and started the short walk back to the residential college. Half way there I came across the old house on the corner of the street known to the students as ‘The Manor”, It was a student flat mainly for partying. I walked past the house and noticed the two guys outside the house passing the rugby ball to each other. One had brown hair and was alright. His friend with blonde locks beneath his cap and sun-toned skin shone through the average-ness of his mate. He wore 80’s black framed sunglasses with a long singlet covering, of what I could see to be perfectly sculpted pecs and torso. I wanted to be the fibre that hugged his skin so close. He was my height and from the looks of his toned arms and legs, looked like he was a rugby player too. I wanted to stick my dick between those legs.



 I tried to keep my staring discrete, however I’m pretty sure he was staring at me too. He called out ‘Oi!’, I thought to myself ‘what the, he’s talking to me?‘’, I turned to him as I kept walking. He continued saying “Where are you going faggot?”, I saw you starting at me you fag’. My heart sank and there was a mix of emotions, I loved that he was talking to me, but I hated him for saying that shit. I stopped where I was and yelled “Homo, I’m not the one with girly blonde locks, come say that again to my face’. I found him irresistible yet I wanted him dead. I thought about what I had just said and realized that my words got a bit ahead of my thoughts. He replied with “You can fuck off, gay”. My blood began to boil and I started walking slowly towards the place furious with anger, If its one thing I hate it’s people calling me gay. fag, homo and all them terms. I heard the other guy say “ Sorry mate, he’s just had a few”, He turned to the blonde one saying “fuck man your that eager to get in a fight the moment you wake up?, leave it already”. I stopped and told blondies mate ‘You’re alright mate, just get your friend to fucking lay off”. I walked away frustrated that I didn’t get the chance to deal him one but also because I found out how much of a fuck-wit he was. “that’s right faggot, yeah you keep walking” he said to get the last word in. I carried on walking and felt as though this encounter could turn out to be something worthwhile or not at all.


The next morning in class Zach and I walked into the lecture theatre and saw the Blondie from the manor. I tried not to stare at him as we entered the class and managed without much resistance. I chose to sit a few rows in front of him enough so he could notice me. I never realized he existed until yesterday yet he had been in my class for almost the whole semester.


The lecture finished early and all I wanted was to look and stare at the orgasmic looking boy sitting behind me. Hesitating at first I took a look behind me with a casual yawn and looked up the rows and got a stunning view of his bulge. He wore Tight short black denim jeans with a plain white shirt looking plain and simple but stunning at the same time. The precious package that held his, sure-to-be 9 inch dick was calling. It was fairly firm and I enjoyed my 2 second stare at it. I was interrupted by Zach, “Vinny, You finished for today? If so then lets head to the library to finish our study for this test we have tonight”. I replied “Yeah I’m free, lets do it bro, How you feeling about it?”. With confidence Zach replied “pretty much sorted, will meet you in a few minutes, need to finish some shit”. I nodded and packed my things.


I was leaving and about to step through 1 of the open double doors before I was shoved from someone behind into the closed door. I turned around and felt the spit in my face saying “watch where you’re going faggot”. I turned around rammed at him and held his collar saying “ Listen you homo, watch who you push because my fists are ready to knock those eyes out”. He smiled and said “This isn’t turning you on now is it faggot, because from where I am, it looks like you enjoy this”. With another strong shove he pushed me off and walked off. Luckily Zach was there to prevent me from chasing after him but he did not see the incident. We set off to the library. It was a conflict of emotions that were welling in me, I wanted to strangle the guy but there was that feeling from the stomach about him. All I wanted to know Was if he straight. My first thoughts would be yes, knowing how fairly macho like he was but then again look at me. 


I couldn’t focus on studying and had him on my mind, it was annoying. The conflicting emotions welling up again with anger and fondness for this stranger I barely knew. To relieve myself I had to go to the disabled toilets and jack off as they were usually the most hygienic and it was it’s own room. 
One by one I took off my clothes and laid them on a floor, I especially liked this toilet as it had a large mirror to see the happenings of the room.



 I let the clothes fall off my body and started to get aroused not just by undressing but going voyeur slightly. I stood in front of it and examined myself. I felt satisfied i was in good shape. I ran my hands down the chest and stomach down to my limp dick. I turned around to have a look at my arse and grabbed my cheeks and spread them eager for something to pierce the tight hole. Completely naked a I sat on the toilet seat and spread my legs down on the floor. I leaned my head against the back wall and shut my eyes. I got my hands working at the tips of my nipples to feel that pleasure. Slowly and steadily the rod between my legs rose. I could feel the blood rush in and harden it, thickening it, to the point where it could not go further. With my hand I firmly grasped my dick and started to rub and jerk at it.



I needed this I thought to myself. I started to think about him which helped increase that rush of adrenaline. His blonde hair, his smooth cocky attitude and fucking gorgeous smile. Yanking harder and harder my breathing increased. I imagined him sitting on my lap and leaning down to kiss me while grinding on my hard dick. I wanted to feel his breathing on my face as he fucked me hard. I then came to the point where this overwhelming pressure inside my cock could no longer hold its contents. The searing rush of pleasure rose and rose. That threshold of cumming was unbearable and I wanted to cum but I wanted to savour that feel forever. I shut my mouth before I could moan with ecstasy and with that I shot my load all over my chest and abs. I felt the spasms through out my body all converging at the tip of my dick. I used my cum as lube to rub my nipples with while thinking of him and it felt bloody amazing. I wanted him so badly. I got changed and I went back to study but it didn't help at all really, if anything I came out worse. 



That friday night the test went fairly well and there was a party on in the common room lounge as majority of the hostel were in my class. I drowned the sorrows of the test and indulged excessive amounts of alcohol. It was around 11pm the taxi was ready to pick us all up. Zach and I would get the bromance on with some flirting and the dry humping but everyone knew Vinny and Zach as the straightest guys around. We made it up town and were all dying to get into the clubs. Once inside it was loud as always. I could still see properly and walk fine if I payed attention. When drinking my tolerance for insults reduces to nothing and I was usually keen to have a good whack at someone. As I hesitatingly lifted myself up on the side rails where a few people danced I noticed the one guy who got my blood rushing. It was him. I no longer felt the desire for him and knew it was just a crave for his looks, I knew love didn't exist. Next minute he jumped down and merged into the crowd making it harder to find him. I was enjoying myself immensely until I saw blonde locks grinding up with a girl. they were going at it hard. They then turned to each other and for about a minute stayed in a lock of mouths, kissing deeply. He then looked me straight in the eye. I turned and felt something like a sickness fall on me. I didn't understand what this feeling was. Was it jealousy? anger? pain?, the lines that once made them separate was now indistinct.



I headed to the bathroom to wash my face and cool down. I could tell I was in the male bathroom by the smell of the stench. I hopped into the largest cubicle and took a leak. I started washing my hands when I heard the door bang behind me. “look what we have here, its the homo from class” said locks. The last person I wanted to see was him, “Ok you fucking bastard, what the fuck is your problem?” I said. “You want to know what it is? I just don’t like fags” he said in a malevolent tone. I’m not going to lie and say it didn’t affect me at all but that hurt a lot. I’m not a touchy-feely kind of person but to hear that from him was shit. I replied, “Then why don't we settle this right here and now”. With haste he said “Well I don't fight girls, but your the exception, I’ve seen the way you stare at me”. “ Yeah and a gay like yourself would want me to stare at them wouldn't they” I said angrily. “You wanna suck my cock you fag” he said. “And you enjoy men sucking your dick, you fucking love me you”,I said spontaneously. “You wish fucker, lets settle this now” he said as he got closer and clenched his fist. The anger was boiling up inside. “The fag can even have the first punch, if you don't do damage then you better watch it” he continued as he slowly approached me. I got angrier and angrier, I just couldn’t help it, I wanted to send him straight to hell for what he’d said for what he did and everything. I clenched my fist hard, ran into him shoving him against the wall. My forearm locked at his neck and I swung at him. 



The thud I felt was hard and sounded fatal. I stepped back. Fortunately no blood, no bones broken and he seemed fairly untouched by what I delivered him. I suddenly started to think about what I had just done. I had let my anger slip away from me. It was like a sudden release of the bottled up things that I held so firmly, not willing to let go. I had cut out of it and knew I was in for a beating. “Is that all you have?” he said with a cocky grin. “looks like we have a weakling who cant punch to save himself” he continued. I tried hard not to take it, he kept shouting more and more abuse. The pressure was slowly building and it started to pick away at my will power. The brake was slowly being taken off. With more and more abuse I yelled, “Shut up” trying to resist. “Make me, go on, bring it!”, he replied. I knew the only way to stop this here and now. Red with fury I pushed against his chest slamming him to the wall, grabbed his head and like a physical reunion of intimates my lips joined with his.


With my eyes shut, It was only my secondary senses left to guide me. I could smell the alcohol in his breathing in that instant we locked together. I could feel how subtle his lips were as they followed in time with mine in a dance of two. The pleasure was intense almost as though I could feel every neuron firing with excitement. With that everything building up disappeared and I felt as though It was just him and I. I could feel the tense air evapourate away, his muscles started to lose tone. With that I pulled my lips away keeping my head close and with my forehead touching his we stood there breathing as though we were both just as shocked over what had just been experienced. “Josh!!!! hurry up in there where heading off” yelled a voice from outside. He pecked me on the lip and with a shove pushed passed me. Josh stopped and laughed saying “I knew it you little fucker” and with a smile, ran off.