Ian

I don’t think I ever told you how I met Ian.  It was early in my Sophomore year of college.  I had come out to myself during my Junior year of high school and if you’ve read any of my earliest postings you would know all about the fiasco with my math tutor, my first sexual experiences with Eddie and the few times I had anonymous sex in the park’s cruising area.

Anyway, Ian.

 

We met at an off-campus Halloween mixer sponsored by G.S.U. (the Gay Student Union).  It was wa-a-y off campus – at a gay bar all the way in Astoria.  Ian caught my eye when I went to the bar to get a soda.  He was wearing a Tarzan-style loincloth thong, moccasins and a puka shell choker and nothing else other than a smile. He came up to me, said he had noticed me on campus and wanted to know if I wanted to dance.  Since that was the point of the mixer, we spent a while dancing.  Eventually we left the dance floor and went into the men’s room for a quickie in one of the stalls before deciding to leave together for his place – a dark, basement studio apartment.  I only remember two things about that place – he had these long strings of party lights (little beer bottles, cactuses, red chili peppers, stars and moons) stapled around the room at the ceiling and his “bed” – a box spring and a mattress shoved into a corner.

It didn’t take long for Ian to maneuver me toward his bed; all the while kissing and fumbling with belts and zippers and shirt buttons.  In only a few minutes we were both naked and on top of his bed sucking each other, exploring each other’s bodies and playing with each other’s asses.

Ian wasn’t the first guy I had been with; there had been four or five others, if you don’t count the anonymous sex in the park’s cruising area.  But other than Eddie, my fuck buddy/lover for Senior year of high school, the others had really only been one nighters – hook-up, get to their place, get naked and have wild, abandoned sex for a few hours before getting dressed and leaving in the middle of the night.  I didn’t really expect anything different with Ian.  Only, Ian and I kept hooking up – three times during the next week (once in the deep stacks of the library, then in one of the men’s room stalls between classes, and finally in the men’s locker room of the gym building where anyone could have caught us).  Then it was once or twice a week for the next few months.  And we only saw each other on campus; for the sex mostly, but we did share lunch from time to time.  It was as if we had become an item by accident!

Things cooled off a little after Christmas break and we got together less frequently.  It was almost as if our relationship had run its course.  Then, one Thursday in early April (I remember it was a Thursday because I didn’t have classes on Fridays) I ran into Ian at the campus food court after not having seen or heard from him in nearly two months.  We took a booth in the back and between sips of soda and bites of chicken tenders and fries tried to talk.  It was that day I decided to grab the bull by the balls, so to speak, and asked Ian if we were friends or just occasional sex partners.  “Because if you’re my friend,” I said, “I want to see you and not just to suck your cock and fuck your gorgeous ass.”

Ian coughed at my directness.  “You mean like be boyfriends?”

“Exactly.”              

“And go on dates and do things together?”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean we only have sex with each other?’

I nodded as I sipped my soda.

“I’d like that,” he said.  “I never had a boyfriend before.”

I got up, reached across the table, pulled him close to me and gave him a kiss.  “Do you have any more classes today?”  He shook his head.  “Then let’s get out of here and go to my place because I want to fuck my new boyfriend, have him spend the night and fuck him again in the morning.”

Ian smiled, took one last sip of his soda and got up.  I followed him to his car and we’ve been together ever since.