Alright, so this is a first for me... I'm going to reveal the first chapter of a semi-autobiographical story I started working on during college... I'm a little nervous because I've never posted a) anything I've written or b) anything that in any way says anything about me. I think it'll be good, because if you guys like the intro, it'll give me impetus to finish the story... So, sit back and read the first chapter in a vision into an alternate reality -a what if me and my college boyfriend had stayed together if you will. And feel free to leave comments, I'm really interested in what you all think.
Read Growing Up after the jump.
Growing Up
By Get A. Snack
Chapter 1
By Get A. Snack
Chapter 1
It was finally starting to get warm. After a snowy, rainy, and generally disgustingly long winter, the sun was finally starting to infuse the land with heat befitting the month of May. I had just graduated from the Ivy covered towers of the school I could now forever refer to as “my alma mater” and was on top of the world. I had recently taken a job with a prestigious investment-banking firm as something “I’d do for a while, until graduate school, then I’ll start my own firm or something,” as I told anyone who asked why I wasn’t doing something more creative.
After three years of a long distance relationship, I was finally moving in to an apartment with my college boyfriend. I would like to call him my high-school-sweet heart, but sadly, all we ever did was awkwardly flirt as two closeted, girlfriended high school boys tend to do in small towns in Connecticut.
When we first met, Evan was a rower. His stomach was flat and his arms and legs thickly roped with muscle as proof. When he went to college, he softened up a little, deciding to stop rowing to concentrate on his studies. The lack of regimented exercise and the ease of fast food in a high-pressure academic environment coated his muscled body with a small layer of fat. As soon as a few pounds crept onto his boyishly handsome frame, that was enough for me. I asked him out and the rest was history. Finally after years of rushed weekend trips and longing for summer break, we were free, young, in love, and together.
“Whaddya think babe?” I asked opening the door to the apartment. Evan hadn’t looked at the place before we signed for it with all of the pressures of the end of his senior year keeping him from visiting me in the Big Apple to see our new place before we signed the lease.
“I love it, wow... I guess this means we’re real adults now. We must have an electric bill and everything” he chuckled.
“You bet.. an electric bill, and privacy. No annoying little sisters, no roommates, no my mother down the hall, or your father outside the door.. just you, and me, and a bed.”
“And a lot of boxes.”
“Shhhh, we’ll worry about that tomorrow. We have to christen the bed.”
I smiled devilishly and pulled him down the hall into our new bedroom. As I laid him down onto the bed, I noticed a thickness about him that I hadn’t remembered. Thanks to the freshman 15 and my efforts over summer break, he had grown a nice little starter gut, but there was defiantly a few more lbs of Evan than I had held the last time we were along together a few weeks prior. I thought to myself, it must be my imagination. Wishful thinking clouding my vision in the low light of the bedroom.
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The next morning I awoke to sounds of Evan rustling through our unpacked boxes. I half opened my eyes, wanting to fall back asleep, but the sun shining in the window onto a stack of unpacked boxes at the foot of the bed told me that I had to get up.
“Mark” Evan hollered from the other room
“Do you know which box we packed my favorite jeans in? I can’t find them anywhere.” I stumbled out of bed and walked naked into the next room. He was sitting in front of a box, with piles of clothes on either side of him.
“Come back to bed. It’s too early.” He looked up and smiled at me as my cock began to get hard. He was still shirtless, and I was staring at his slightly fuller belly and admiring the way it pushed down his pajama pants.
“As tempting as you are, we can’t go back to bed.” He grinned and eyed my dick.
I exhaled a deep sigh, accompanied with big, puppy dog eyes and a gentle jerk at my own still cock. I could see his dick starting to tent out his pajamas and knew that I was having an effect.
“If you wanna work, fine. What should I do?”
“Well, to be perfectly honest, I am starving. We don’t have any food here, think you could run out an get something for breakfast or brunch?”
He didn't need to ask me twice.
I tossed on some clothes and hurried out to get breakfast. Food-wise, our building was very nicely located. There was a Thai place that I had been told very good things about half a block away. There was a pizza place, a steakhouse, the options seemed to go on forever. As my eyes scanned down the block as far as I could see. There is was, like a diamond in the rough: i Dolci, Italian Bakery
I returned a few minutes later with a big bag of éclairs, muffins, cannoli, cookies, and croissants.
“You inviting someone else over for brunch?” Evan chuckled upon seeing me unpacking the food.
“Only you” I smiled. I explained to Evan that an older gay couple owned the bakery right across from our building and that they were just thrilled at our arrival. I had only met one half of the couple, Tony, who was operating the store when I came in. He was so excited about us, apparently the realtor had told him that we were moving in, and had piled me with all I could carry in edible welcome gifts.
Evan walked over to the box of cannoli, slowly licked his lips, opened his mouth wide, and took a big, solid bite.
“Mmmmm –this is amazing” he mumbled with his mouth full “I shouldn’t eat this though, I’ll get fat.” I quickly moved around behind him, wrapped my arms around his stomach and began to softly rub it.
“Nah, one cannoli won’t do you any harm. You need the energy for lifting all these big, heavy boxes” I smiled. He turned his head half way around to eye me mischievously and said;
“The way these taste, I doubt I could eat just one.”
Within a few minutes, two cannoli and one éclair had all made their way into the belly of my beautiful boyfriend, along with a glass full of the only drink that Tony had been able to provide us with –ice cold milk.
“Ooof” Evan grunted, surveying his belly with his hand “Now that is a breakfast. Shall we get to work?”
The day passed with us unpacking and organizing all the stuff in the boxes. Evan snacked on the various pastries, keeping his belly comfortably full as the hours trudged by. By six o’clock, we had either unpacked, or at least placed in the correct part of the apartment, most of our belongings. We were spent. I flopped down on the couch and Evan flopped down on top of me.
“So hungry” he said in his best shambling zombie voice. “Do you think you could make something for dinner?”
“I could, but I’d have to get groceries, and cook it. Why don’t we just order pizza babe? Tony recommended a place nearby –a friend of his owns it” Evan smiled and tossed me the portable phone.
After three years of a long distance relationship, I was finally moving in to an apartment with my college boyfriend. I would like to call him my high-school-sweet heart, but sadly, all we ever did was awkwardly flirt as two closeted, girlfriended high school boys tend to do in small towns in Connecticut.
When we first met, Evan was a rower. His stomach was flat and his arms and legs thickly roped with muscle as proof. When he went to college, he softened up a little, deciding to stop rowing to concentrate on his studies. The lack of regimented exercise and the ease of fast food in a high-pressure academic environment coated his muscled body with a small layer of fat. As soon as a few pounds crept onto his boyishly handsome frame, that was enough for me. I asked him out and the rest was history. Finally after years of rushed weekend trips and longing for summer break, we were free, young, in love, and together.
“Whaddya think babe?” I asked opening the door to the apartment. Evan hadn’t looked at the place before we signed for it with all of the pressures of the end of his senior year keeping him from visiting me in the Big Apple to see our new place before we signed the lease.
“I love it, wow... I guess this means we’re real adults now. We must have an electric bill and everything” he chuckled.
“You bet.. an electric bill, and privacy. No annoying little sisters, no roommates, no my mother down the hall, or your father outside the door.. just you, and me, and a bed.”
“And a lot of boxes.”
“Shhhh, we’ll worry about that tomorrow. We have to christen the bed.”
I smiled devilishly and pulled him down the hall into our new bedroom. As I laid him down onto the bed, I noticed a thickness about him that I hadn’t remembered. Thanks to the freshman 15 and my efforts over summer break, he had grown a nice little starter gut, but there was defiantly a few more lbs of Evan than I had held the last time we were along together a few weeks prior. I thought to myself, it must be my imagination. Wishful thinking clouding my vision in the low light of the bedroom.
____________________________________________________________________
The next morning I awoke to sounds of Evan rustling through our unpacked boxes. I half opened my eyes, wanting to fall back asleep, but the sun shining in the window onto a stack of unpacked boxes at the foot of the bed told me that I had to get up.
“Mark” Evan hollered from the other room
“Do you know which box we packed my favorite jeans in? I can’t find them anywhere.” I stumbled out of bed and walked naked into the next room. He was sitting in front of a box, with piles of clothes on either side of him.
“Come back to bed. It’s too early.” He looked up and smiled at me as my cock began to get hard. He was still shirtless, and I was staring at his slightly fuller belly and admiring the way it pushed down his pajama pants.
“As tempting as you are, we can’t go back to bed.” He grinned and eyed my dick.
I exhaled a deep sigh, accompanied with big, puppy dog eyes and a gentle jerk at my own still cock. I could see his dick starting to tent out his pajamas and knew that I was having an effect.
“If you wanna work, fine. What should I do?”
“Well, to be perfectly honest, I am starving. We don’t have any food here, think you could run out an get something for breakfast or brunch?”
He didn't need to ask me twice.
I tossed on some clothes and hurried out to get breakfast. Food-wise, our building was very nicely located. There was a Thai place that I had been told very good things about half a block away. There was a pizza place, a steakhouse, the options seemed to go on forever. As my eyes scanned down the block as far as I could see. There is was, like a diamond in the rough: i Dolci, Italian Bakery
I returned a few minutes later with a big bag of éclairs, muffins, cannoli, cookies, and croissants.
“You inviting someone else over for brunch?” Evan chuckled upon seeing me unpacking the food.
“Only you” I smiled. I explained to Evan that an older gay couple owned the bakery right across from our building and that they were just thrilled at our arrival. I had only met one half of the couple, Tony, who was operating the store when I came in. He was so excited about us, apparently the realtor had told him that we were moving in, and had piled me with all I could carry in edible welcome gifts.
Evan walked over to the box of cannoli, slowly licked his lips, opened his mouth wide, and took a big, solid bite.
“Mmmmm –this is amazing” he mumbled with his mouth full “I shouldn’t eat this though, I’ll get fat.” I quickly moved around behind him, wrapped my arms around his stomach and began to softly rub it.
“Nah, one cannoli won’t do you any harm. You need the energy for lifting all these big, heavy boxes” I smiled. He turned his head half way around to eye me mischievously and said;
“The way these taste, I doubt I could eat just one.”
Within a few minutes, two cannoli and one éclair had all made their way into the belly of my beautiful boyfriend, along with a glass full of the only drink that Tony had been able to provide us with –ice cold milk.
“Ooof” Evan grunted, surveying his belly with his hand “Now that is a breakfast. Shall we get to work?”
The day passed with us unpacking and organizing all the stuff in the boxes. Evan snacked on the various pastries, keeping his belly comfortably full as the hours trudged by. By six o’clock, we had either unpacked, or at least placed in the correct part of the apartment, most of our belongings. We were spent. I flopped down on the couch and Evan flopped down on top of me.
“So hungry” he said in his best shambling zombie voice. “Do you think you could make something for dinner?”
“I could, but I’d have to get groceries, and cook it. Why don’t we just order pizza babe? Tony recommended a place nearby –a friend of his owns it” Evan smiled and tossed me the portable phone.
3 comments:
excellent. beautifully descriptive and erotic. can't wait for the next installment.
Well, how does it feel now that (a) you are a published writer and (b) every person on the planet knows your deepest darkest secret? lol Being a writer means being a bit of an exhibitionist; even if it's fiction, it's really all about us anyway.
Other than that, no reason for self-consciousness--the start is well-written and very enticing. I'm "hungry for more."
I happened upon your page by accident, and was so glad to see you start posting again. This is a great start to what I bet is a deliciously sexy story with heavy emphasis in all the right places. I can't wait for you got get to the belly of the story.
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