Ron and I become lovers: Part 5

I went to college as normal the next day, but it was anything but normal. I had no sooner stepped through the gates when one of my regular Saturday evening friends came up to me and said, "I saw you last night coming out of the toilet by the park. You were with three other men, one of whom I know is a poof. I saw the four of you go into one of the nearby flats together. I reckon you're queer as well or have you got a better explanation?".

His accusation and manner of speaking had caught me off guard and I didn't have an immediate answer. I had intended to keep my social activities well apart from college, but that seemed to be doomed to failure already.

I thought that the only way to deal with this situation was to brazen it out so after a few seconds I turned to him and said, "Yes, I am a poof or queer as you put it. What's it to you?".

He was a little taken aback by this as he had expected me to lie, but he recovered himself quickly and then said, "I don't want you coming anywhere near me, you dirty pervert, and I'm going to tell everyone else what you are so they will avoid you as well. From now on you're worse than shit".

His blunt threats disturbed me somewhat because up until then I had enjoyed the friendship of my college friends and been fairly popular. To think that I might lose them all was daunting. It seemed that was his parting shot as he left me then. I got to class and felt that all eyes were on me. It was silly really as there was no way he could have told everybody. The classroom grapevine works very quickly however and by the mid-morning break the whole class did know.

As I walked out of the classroom I heard someone say, "Watch yourselves boys unless you want to get touched up. Arses to the walls, protect your privates".

I didn't know how to handle this, I had not prepared for it. I felt ostracised, humiliated and alone. This went on till lunchtime. By now I had had enough and I went out of the college grounds and sat down in a nearby park.

A few minutes later one of the girls from my class approached me and asked, "Do you mind if I sit here with you?".

"If you just want to make more fun of me, then yes I do mind", I replied irritably.

But she stayed and said, "No, I want to help you, if you'll let me. The boys this morning are just being insensitive and ignorant. I want you to know that I understand some of what you're going through".

"How can you, a girl, possibly know what I'm feeling?", I asked, still angry.

"I didn't say I know, I said I understand", she responded, "and the reason why I understand is because my older brother is gay like you and he went through the same problems as you at his college.

She had my attention now and I asked, "How did he cope with the taunts and jibes then?".

"I suppose the truth is that he didn't. Instead though he pretended not to notice and after a while everybody thought he was rather thick-skinned and wasn't worth trying to hurt because he didn't react to it. In truth, it hurt him like nothing else and he literally used to cry on my shoulder everyday. But he was courageous and faced up to his tormentors to such an extent that in the end they ran out of ammunition".

"I'm not sure I can be as brave as your brother", I said, "but thanks for taking the time to tell me all this. It's really helped".

"You can talk to me any time you want to", she said and I could tell she was being sincere.

I went back to lectures that afternoon still feeling depressed by the earlier events but with a determination not to let it drag me down. The day finished at last and on the way home I called in to the shop were Ron worked it was quiet in there thank goodness and Ron was both surprised and pleased to see me. I told him about my day and he sympathised.

"I was lucky, no-one when I was at college ever found out about me", he said, "I think that girl has given you some sound advice. I wonder who her brother is".

We chatted for a few minutes more and, telling Ron I'd phone him later, I left for home. My mum was still at work so I made a cup of tea for myself and started on my course work. She got back about six o'clock and I stopped what I was doing and helped her get the dinner ready. We talked while we worked and she asked me about my day. I told her more or less all that had happened and been said and she sympathised with me.

"At least you know you've got me to talk to", she said, "so no matter what happens you are not on your own".

Knowing her support was there did help and when I remembered that it was only a few days ago that I had discussed my sexuality with her, I thought how lucky I had been. If this was something I had had to bottle up and deal with on my own it would be a much more difficult situation.

"I'm so glad I've got you, mum", I said, "you're so easy to talk to. Even Ron said that. Thanks for being so understanding".

The rest of the evening passed with me finishing my coursework and then watching the television. The next day at college, although still an ordeal, was better and I determined to hold my head up high and not let my detractors get me down. I saw the girl who had spoken to me in the park, she gave me an encouraging smile which helped a lot. I was going to need all the friends I could muster and it looked like she would be one of them.

I went over to her during a break in lectures and said, "Thanks for talking to me yesterday, it really helped".

"I'm glad", she said, "to be honest I was a bit upset when I heard about you because I've always fancied you, but now you're out of the frame and I'll have to look elsewhere".

"I'm sorry", I said a touch insincerely and we both laughed.

She said, "well I'll see you around. Don't forget if you want to talk I'll be there for you".

"Thanks, see you again".

This little encounter and the support from Ron and mum helped me through the next few days and very soon I stopped being headline news and things nearly returned to normal. It could never be as it had been before but most of the other boys in my class started speaking to me again and were friendly towards me, although they seemed a bit guarded.

A few weeks went by in which time Ron and I had continued to see a lot of each other and together we had been round Pete's a couple of times. Then one day out of the blue a boy who was in my class approached me as I was walking home. He asked me if I would go into the park with him. I was a bit wary about this because I suspected it was some form of trap. One of my chief protagonists had threatened to have me beaten up and I wondered if this invitation was a way of luring me into a place where I could be set upon.

I looked at this lad carefully, Sam his name was, and reckoned he was on the level. I had never seen him with those who had threatened me, instead he had seemed to keep a low profile when others had been taunting me. I decided to take a chance. We went into the park and found a seat which was out of earshot of anyone.

"What is it you want to talk about?", I asked.

"I don't know how to say this", he began, "but I think I'm like you".

"What do you mean, you think you're like me, in what way", I think I knew what was coming next but I wanted to make him suffer. It was the pent up emotion of the last few weeks pouring out.

"I think I'm queer like you", he blurted out.

"Two things", I said to him, "I'm not queer, I'm gay or homosexual to give it the correct terminology. Queer means you are wrong in the head and I'm certainly not that. Secondly if you are gay you must have a good reason for thinking so. It's a way of life and not something that can just be turned on an off when you feel like it".

"I think I understand that", he said, "but so far I've had no sexual experience with anyone, girls or boys, but in my mind I always fantasise about sex with boys".

"What kind of sex", I asked my voice was a little kinder now.

"I don't know much about sex at all", he said, "my parents have never discussed it and I've always been too shy to discuss it with any of the other students".

"Until now", I said.

"Yes, that's right, until now", he went on, "you asked me what kind of sex I fantasised about, well since I've known about you, it's been you. I just imagine I'm lying next to you naked and we are kissing and caressing, and then you wank me off. It's not very adventurous I know but I don't have any real experiences to call upon".

I thought for a moment about the real experiences I had had over the last few weeks and wondered what Sam would have made of that.

"There's nothing wrong with having fantasies even if they involve other boys. It doesn't mean you're gay. I'm flattered that you fantasise over me though, but don't think it's reciprocated".

"I'm realistic enough to know that you have a boyfriend already and you wouldn't be interested in me".

"Well you're right that I have a boyfriend but that doesn't stop me having sex with other guys. All I meant before was that I hadn't fantasised over you. You're really very attractive and given the chance I would have sex with you". I saw his face light up at this and I wondered if I had said the wrong thing.

"Really?", He asked, "oh I so much want to go to bed with you".

"I'm probably doing the wrong thing now", I said, "but if you're free let's go back to my house now. My mum won't be back for a while. We could have a little bit of time together".

"Ok" he said eagerly and we headed off home. When we got there I took him up to my room.

"If my mum comes back I'll tell her we are doing a project together. She knows I'm gay and she knows Ron, my boyfriend, but I don't feel happy about her knowing I'm taking fellers back for sex in her house".

"I know what you mean", Sam said. I went to put my arms around him as he had a lovely pair of lips that were just asking to be kissed. He was not skilled at this and I told him to relax.

"In fact", I said, "just relax completely and leave it to me".

He nodded his head and once more I inclined mine towards him so that our lips met. This time there was no fumbling and we had a long lingering kiss which we both enjoyed. I let my hand stray over Sam's back and down to his arse which was nice and slim. I then got both hands on the belt of his trousers and started to undo it. I released his trouser fastening and opened his zip. His trousers slid down to his ankles. I then felt his cock through his underpants and was pleasantly surprised by its length and thickness. In no time I had slid down his pants and was stroking his cock. I then bent down and got it in my mouth.

"That's terrific", he said, "I never realised it could be so good".

I went down further then and started licking his balls and the inside of his thighs. He was moaning now with the pleasure he was feeling.

I stood up and said to him, "Take off all your clothes".

He did as he was told and so did I. We lay down on the bed together now and started kissing again. Sam had remembered how we'd done it before and was kissing me like an expert. I then told him to suck my cock while I sucked his. I also gave him the advice about taking a deep breath first to avoid gagging. After tentatively running his mouth around the tip of my cock he did just that and my cock went straight into his mouth. I could feel his tongue licking around my helmet. It felt rather good even though he wasn't experienced.

After a little while we stopped sucking each other and resumed kissing.

"Are you enjoying yourself?", I asked him.

"Oh yes", he said, "it's even better than I imagined. Were you thinking about fucking me because I don't know if I'm ready for that yet?".

"I think we should take things gradually and maybe we could try that another day", I suggested.

"You mean you'd like us to do this again?", He said surprised.

"Of course", I replied, "you're a really nice guy and I don't see why we shouldn't have sex together if you want it, and if you want to get more experimental and try fucking then we'll do it. Ok?".

"You bet", he said, "but what about now? I don't just want to have a wank. Let's carry on sucking I never had any cum in my mouth before but I'm sure I'd like yours".

"Ok", I said and I turned around so that we could both get at each other's cocks.

Sam's cock was circumcised and his helmet was big and smooth. He must have been about eight inches long but I could get the whole of his length in my mouth. He was not used to sucking but he still got most of mine in his mouth and his sucking technique was not bad either. In fact he was good enough that I came within a few minutes and I heard him choke slightly as my cum shot into his mouth. He soon recovered though and my coming must have triggered his because just seconds later he was filling my mouth with his cream. It was thick and tasted good. I retained a little in my mouth so that when I kissed him moments later I could impart some of it to him.

"That was terrific", he said to me, "much better than any of my fantasies".

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, I hope you would like to do it again".

"Yes", he replied, "at least now I'm more sure that I am gay. It felt right when you were kissing me and it just seemed we were doing something natural".

"That's the way I feel too", I told him, "if you don't mind I'll tell Ron about you. We have no secrets. I'm sure he'd like to meet you. Would you fancy a threesome with us?".

"Isn't that jumping the gun a bit?", he asked, "after all I haven't even been fucked yet".

"That's not a problem. If you want to be fucked or fuck Ron or me I'm sure we'd oblige. You're a really nice looking bloke and its not difficult to fancy you. Your cock's a good size too and there's many a feller would love to be fucked by something as big as that. In fact I'm feeling a bit randy for it now if you are able to do it".

He seemed a bit surprised but then said, "my cock's still hard and I'd love to fuck you. Ok, let's do it now. What should I do?".

"I think it would be best this time if you were to lie on your back and I will get on top of you", I said.

Sam lay on his back on the bed and while he was getting into position I opened a tube of KY Ron had given me and smeared some around my arsehole. I then knelt either side of Sam's hips and holding the shaft of his cock held its tip against my hole and slowly began to lower myself onto him. Sam closed his eyes as he felt me envelop his cock. He was obviously enjoying it. He was very soon right inside me and I then placed my hands under his buttocks and leaning forward bent over to kiss him while ensuring that his cock did not slip out of me.

I relaxed my grip on his bum so that he could move his hips and start to move his cock in and out of me. Whether by instinct or not he soon understood what to do and he was fucking me really hard. My cock was rigid and I started to rub it. Knowing that I would be coming soon I stopped for a while and caressed his chest squeezing his nipples.

"Oh that's beautiful", he said, "I'm going to come soon". And he suddenly gasped and I knew that he was shooting his load into me.

I started rubbing my cock again and very shortly I had shot a stream of cum right up the centre of his chest. We both sighed deeply and I fell upon his chest not worrying about his cock which was slipping out of me. My cum was all over both of us now but we didn't care. I held him in my arms and kissed him again. This time pushing my tongue deep into his mouth. He responded in the same way.

I then glanced at the clock and saw it was time for mum to get back. "Quick", I said to Sam, "get up and dressed. I don't want mum to catch us like this. She may know I'm gay, but I don't want to rub her nose in it. If you understand what I mean".

"Yes, I know", Sam said as he got dressed. I had given him some tissue to wipe himself up with.

We had just finished dressing when I heard my mum arriving. "Hi", I said to her, "you know Sam don't you? He's a friend from college. We've just been going through a few things for a project we're working on".

My explanation was deliberately vague so that at a stretch of the imagination I was not lying.

"Hello Sam", mum said, "I'm just about to have a some tea, do you want a cup?".

"No thanks I must be going now", he said, "nice to have met you".

"I'll see you at college in the morning", I told him as I saw him to the door. “And I suggest we keep this project to ourselves.”

"Yes, ok and see if your friend can help us out at all", Sam said winking at me. I knew that he was referring to Ron and the chance of the three of us getting together.

"I'll phone him tonight", I told him.