Gay Experience at College in Vienna 3

He would not hear a word of me paying my dues, and instead said that as long as I cooked and occasionally fulfilled a wish or two for a drawing or painting, it was fine. So I accepted, and we were getting ever closer. That was the one summer I stayed at home throughout the whole time.

As my fourth year at uni came, Robert and I were inseparable friends. I was very fond of him, and it seemed he was of me. He was a very outward person, too. He didn't care much about controlling his emotions, and what he felt, he showed. Over the given time, I learned that he was a professor at a different university, teaching physics and chemistry. He was obviously the brain of our pair, and my one advantage over him was art. As far as bodies went, he was shorter than I by about five centimeters, so not much, but he was way better built. There was not a single small area of his body that was not packed with muscle, and he was a show off. While I was rather mindful of always being fully clothed around others, Robert had no problems walking around in just his boxers. I was starting to catch myself gazing at his ass as the beautiful muscles rippled while he walked around.

It was the morning of December 31st, and I had to work until ten in the evening--the café was doing a special prolonged work time for a celebration, and my shift was the morning-to-evening one. I shared it with Patrick, and the other two got the night shift. The morning and afternoon were fairly droll, but then people piled in, and I was again as swamped as when Robert first showed up. And, without fail, as I moved around dodging the party people, something brushed my hand, and I spotted Robert, smiled, and went on with my work. I took his order and brought it to him, but could not stay to chat.

By the time ten o'clock came, I was ready to leave, but couldn't, because my replacement was late by half an hour. Robert waited, which was a first, since he usually left early and went off to do whatever it was that he did in the evenings. I didn't pay much mind to it, and just waited, in both meanings of the word, until the other guy came. I unloaded a hissy fit on him, and then left at the sound of his apologies and some excuse about his girlfriend not letting him leave.

I walked out of the building, and Robert followed me. We walked home together, and I was surprised to see that he didn't have a party to go to. We got into the apartment and I collapsed on the sofa, getting a moment's rest. Apparently, I had dozed off, because when I opened my eyes, there was a hot cup of coffee being set in front of me, along with a glass of Bailey's Irish Cream. I looked over as Robert sat down himself, next to me on the sofa, with the same beverages.

I smiled and thanked him, and took a sip of the coffee. It felt divine. I was done with the cup within five minutes, and so was he. As I unwound, we talked, and the topics were somehow getting more and more private. We started asking each other about girlfriends and such, but there was not much to tell on my side--I had been gay since age fourteen, and it was not a secret, but as luck would have I had not once had even so much as a boyfriend, let alone any sex.

Robert, on the other hand, had had quite a list of girls under his belt. Both literally and figuratively. The way he talked about them, though, seemed like they didn't mean much to him. On several occasions I stretched, complaining about muscle problems, and each time he would touch me and squeeze the area I complained about, stating that I was indeed very tense.

We had a small toast at midnight and drank up about a fourth glass of the liquor each, and I knew I should not have done that, because alcohol affected me very easily. Robert, sometimes it seemed, could down a whole barrel of whine and still not feel any consequences. I was already feeling the slight dizziness come upon me.

"Hey, Alex, why don't I give you a small massage? It would help ease the tension."

"Sure," I said, and he had me get up and sit on a kitchen chair, chest leaning against the back of the chair. His hands moved to my shoulders, and whatever it was that he was doing felt just divine. After that, we both went to bed, congratulating each other the new year once more.

I woke up in the morning, took a nice long shower, and got dressed into my work clothes, about ready for another day of waiting. I rarely took breaks.

I got out of the room and into the living room, and Robert was already there, splayed across the armchair in nothing but his black boxers. I found myself taking a moment to gaze at the perfect display of muscles he had going on, and then finally said good morning.

"Oh, hey, you're awake finally," he laughed and got up, looking at me. For a moment, there was a pained expression on his face.

"Work again?"

"Yeah..."

"You need to take a break."

"Nah, I'm fine," I said. We had long since concluded that I was a workaholic, but I never gave up.

He walked closer to me, and I found myself slowly going backwards, against the wall. I still don't know why I did that.

"Fuck, Alex, haven't you figured it out yet?" the same pained expression on his face.

"Huh? Figured what out?"

He just looked at me.

"Wha--" I was cut off as he grabbed my hands and pinned me to the wall, kissing me passionately. The sheer intensity of the kiss caused me to whimper and give in, and I kissed back, until he finally pulled away, a small bridge of saliva still connecting our two mouths.

"I love you, Alex. I was in love with your body the moment I saw you in the café, and as we became friends I was even more in love with your mind. I want you...I want you to be my lover..." he whispered in my ear, and I just melted away. Finally, it all made sense, but that was unimportant. I realized that those sneaked glances at his sculpted body had been my affection towards him. He gazed at my eyes and then kissed me again, and our tongues intertwined, his hands moving mine up along the wall and holding them both in one of his.

His left hand trailed down and started unbuttoning my shirt, but got bored after about half of them and just ripped down the clothing, leaving my torso exposed to the air and his own. I had no objections.

He pressed his hand against my stomach and rubbed lightly. Finally, he broke off again, and let go of my hands. He gazed into my eyes and I saw all the love that had been concealed until that time.

"I love you..." he whispered to me, and I smiled lightly, and looked back at those beautiful eyes, moving in towards his ear and nibbling on it lightly, causing him to moan.

"I love you too" I replied, and we both went wild with lust. I do not remember how we got on the floor, but we were, and Robert was straddling my bare chest, the shirt discarded somewhere to the side, nothing more than a rag now. He kissed me, licked my neck, my collarbone, and I almost screamed in the ecstasy the feel of his tongue on my skin caused. He moved down, got off me, and ripped my pants as well, his biceps straining a bit in the process. We were both in our boxers now, and both were tenting with the hardest boners of our lives.

He rubbed my crotch with his hand and then moved up so that he was sitting on my chest. He looked down at me, but didn't have to. I wanted it as much as he did.

My hands reached up and lowered the band of his boxers, but I got impatient and ripped those, adding them to the rag piles in the room. I was confronted with a hard fifteen centimeter cock with a thick bulging head. I was in love with it too.

I raised my head and engulfed it with my lips, and did not hesitate to bob along it, lapping with my tongue at the head inside my mouth. He moaned and thrust back and forth, and I timed it so that we were in opposing movements, which caused his cock to go into my mouth very deep, but not fully quite yet. After a while, I stopped, and told him to stand up. He did, and I knelt before him, and then continued to suck him, this time getting the full length down my throat, feeling it fill me so wonderfully, as if my mouth had been molded in its shape, and I reveled in the smell of his pubic hairs that tickled my nose.

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