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The Road to You By Josh Blake
Chapter 1
Life is all about choices. From a young age, we are taught that making one choice sometimes make another option null and void. Sam had his share of choices to make in his life. He thought of them as roads that would take him to different places in life. It was impossible to know which direction a road not chosen would have taken him.
Some people just can't get enough education. Everyone has heard the phrase "nerds rule the world," and while Sam certainly didn't think he ruled the world, he knew that he was indeed a nerd. It was no surprise to anyone when he decided to go back to school in his mid-twenties to pursue a Ph.D. in computer science. He'd always had a fascination with education and wanted to check this box while he was still young.
Sam knew he was gay for about as long as he knew the difference between boys and girls. When all of his friends were talking about which girls had nice titties or a nice ass, Sam was busy imagining what his male friends were hiding under their clothes. He'd go home at night and think about some of the cuter boys in his class while he masturbated under the covers. He assumed at some point he'd stop being interested in boys and suddenly take an interest in girls, but that never happened. By the age of 16, Sam knew he wanted a man.
Most of the boys in Sam's physical education classes were, for the most part, not very hairy. Once Sam hit puberty, hair sprouted all over his body. By 17, he had a full bush, a good amount of hair in each armpit, a dusting of chest hair, a happy trail, and very hairy legs and feet. He had black hair, which he slicked back with hair gel. His cock was a respectable 6.5 inches when hard and quite thick. Sam wasn't exactly short, but he wasn't considered tall either. At 5'9" he was closer to average height. His 175-pound body wasn't ripped, but he kept himself in decent shape. Through high school and into college, he knew he caught the attention of girls and even a few guys with his average good looks.
Sam's first sexual experience came when he was 18. He had just graduated from high school, and he was ready to be with a man. He met up with a guy from Craigslist and sucked his first dick. The guy was in his early twenties and had very little body hair. Sam thought the guy was cute, but he was hoping he would be hairier. Taking the guy's cock up his ass for the first time hurt like hell, but Sam came to enjoy it. When the guy asked Sam to fuck him, Sam enjoyed that, too. Everything about his first experience was enjoyable, and Sam knew without a doubt that he only wanted to be with men.
As Sam aged, his body hair became thicker. By 20, he had a furry bubble butt that he thought looked great. He'd been fucked by several guys, and he loved having his hairy ass eaten out. Some guys were repulsed by the hair and refused to lick his hole, but he found that a lot of guys loved eating a hairy ass. Sam had tried rimming for the first time when he was 19, and he realized that he absolutely loved eating a hairy ass. There was a certain musky scent that hairy guys had that Sam loved. It wasn't an unclean scent by any means but could be described as masculine and manly. Sam could often detect the same scent from his own ass, which often helped him cum when no partner was available.
A few short years later, Sam was moving into his apartment at South Beach University in Southern California where he would seek his Ph.D. in computer science. The school encouraged all students to live on campus in an effort to fully immerse them in the research process and to further guarantee their success in the program. Sam had would be employed as a graduate teaching assistant to provide some supplemental income. It would be a tough few years financially, but in the long run, it would pay off with a very well-paying job. Sam hoped to woo potential employers such as Microsoft, Apple, and IBM with his profound intelligence and skill in the world of technology.
Sam knew he would have a roommate, but he didn't know anything about him. All he knew was that his name was Scott and he was seeking his Ph.D. in Law and Governmental Policy. He knew that Scott was native to New Jersey and had been living in California for a few years, but that was all he know at this point. Sam was busy putting away some of his kitchen supplies when he heard a key in the door. The door opened, and in walked one of the most attractive men Sam had ever seen.
Scott was tall. If Sam had to guess at that moment, he would have guessed him to stand at least 6'0", although he later found out that Scott was a solid 6'2" and he was built. He was dressed for summer in SoCal, wearing a tight, white polo shirt and short blue shorts. He had on flip flops that showed off his gorgeous, tanned feet. The shirt hid very little of Scott's physique, accentuating his muscular arms, biceps, and his six-pack abs. Scott's thighs were huge, straining the material of the shorts. His hair was black and swept backward. He smiled to reveal perfect white teeth, reminding Sam of a younger Patrick Dempsey. Sam was taken aback by Scott's hairiness, with whisps of hair protruding from the neck of his shirt and from his armpits, which Sam noticed when he sat down the box he was carrying and reached behind his head to wipe the sweat from the back of his neck. Scott pulled up his shirt, which Sam noticed was drenched in sweat, and pulled it over his head, revealing a hairy chest and abdomen. Sam just stood there gawking at Scott, unsure of what to do or say.
"Fuck, it has to be 115 degrees out there," Scott said, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. "You must be Sam." He moved forward and took Sam's hand to shake it. Sam could feel the dampness from his sweaty hair and almost jizzed himself right then and there. Sam shook Scott's hand and tried to regain his composure.
"Yeah, I'm Sam. It's nice to meet you," he said. He could smell Scott's musk, coupled with the scent of cologne and deodorant. He could feel a hard on coming.
"I'm just gonna go get the rest of my things out of the car," Scott said. "I don't guess you want to help me, do you?"
"Oh, yeah," Sam said, flustered. "Let me put my shoes on." Sam found his flip flops and slipped them on. He noticed Scott's damp shirt still on the floor and wanted nothing more than to pick it up and breathe in Scott's aroma, but he managed to contain himself. He followed the still shirtless Scott down the stairs and outside to the back of Scott's Subaru, stacking a couple boxes on top of each other. Sam worked out occasionally and was no slacker when it came to his physique, but he had nothing on Scott. Sam silently prayed that Scott would somehow turn out to be gay, although he knew that was unlikely.
After getting Scott settled in that evening, the guys enjoyed a dinner of pizza and beer. Sam told Scott about his life growing up in Iowa, and Scott told Sam about growing up in New Jersey.
"So I just gotta tell you, man," Scott said. "My girlfriend Tracey is on campus, too. But her apartment is small and that bed of hers, well, it just isn't big enough, if you know what I mean. I know we're not supposed to have people sleep over, but Tracey's gonna be crashing here some nights. And she's a moaner when she's getting stretched out by my big schlong. I hope you're cool with that."
Sam was mentally trying to picture what Scott would look like naked and what his cock might look like. He knew it must be impressive.
"Yeah man, not a problem for me," Sam said, taking a swig of his beer.
"What about you? You got a girl?" Scott asked.
"No, not exactly," Sam said. He knew this would come up, but he didn't expect it this soon.
"Ah, playing the field, huh?" Scott asked.
"Something like that," Sam said, hoping Scott would drop it.
"Tracey has a friend who just broke up with her boyfriend, and dude, she's smoking hot! I'll get Tracey to bring her over and you can meet her. Girls love a double date. Dude, we'll both be getting so much pussy! What's the matter man? Don't you like pussy?"
Sam was silent. He avoided Scott's gaze.
"We need more beer," Sam said. "I'll get it." Sam got up and headed toward the kitchen. Sam returned with two more cold beers, handing one to Scott.
"Is there somebody back home or something?" Scott asked. "Wait, you're not..."
"I'm gay!" Sam exclaimed.
"Oh." Scott said. "I didn't know. You don't give off any vibes or anything like a lot of gay guys do."
"Yeah, I'm pretty discreet about it," Sam said. "I hope this isn't going to be a problem for us."
"No, not at all," Scott said. "As long as you know that I'm not, you know, gay."
"Of course," Sam said.
Scott was silent for a while, not knowing what to say. Finally, he spoke. "I'm sorry," Scott said. "I made it awkward. I really don't care, man. I'm a pretty open-minded guy. I voted for Obama."
Sam laughed. "What the fuck difference does it make who you voted for?"
"I don't know," Scott said. "It just seemed like the right thing to say." Both boys laughed. And thus, the ice was broken and a great friendship ensued.
Over the following weeks, Scott was true to his word and had Tracey over frequently. Luckily for Sam, he genuinely liked Tracey and her company. The three of them became quite close and often shared meals together. Sam didn't feel like a third wheel when he joined them for movies in the apartment or even on some of their date nights when they invited him to tag along.
"I think she's the one," Scott said one evening.
"What?" Sam asked, looking up from the textbook he was reading.
"Yeah, I think Tracey is the one. I'm going to pop the question. Not right now, but definitely before graduation," Scott said.
"That's great man!" Sam said, genuinely happy for his friend.
Tracey came over that night, and Sam could hear them having sex from his bedroom. They each had their own rooms, but the bathroom was shared between them.
"Oh Scott!" Tracey whimpered. She squealed and moaned a lot during sex. Sam often jerked off to the sounds of their love making, imagining that Scott was pounding him with his big cock.
Not long after moving in, Scott started walking around the apartment in just his underwear. Sam enjoyed the view very much, taking in the site of Scott's hairy body as much as possible without being noticed. Eventually, Sam came to suspect that Scott wanted him to check him out.
"Dude, do you think I'm hot?" Scott asked one day while Sam was at the kitchen table studying.
"Huh?" Sam asked, pretending to be engrossed in his book and not paying attention to Scott standing there in his bikini underwear. He could see Scott's pubes peaking out above the waistband, merging with the dense treasure trail leading down to the promised land.
"You're gay," Scott said. "Do you find me attractive? Would you have sex with me?"
Sam was taken aback by this question and took off his glasses, putting them down on the book to look at Scott's face.
"Scott, what the fuck?" Sam asked.
"It's a simple question," Scott said. "Do you think I'm hot?"
"Well, yeah," Sam said.
"Then why have you never made a move on me?" Scott asked.
"Umm, maybe because you're straight and you have a girlfriend?" Sam said.
"Hmm, yeah, good point," Scott said, grabbing the cereal from the cabinet and pouring some in a bowl. Scott moved to the refrigerator to take out the milk. "If I was single, would you make a move on me?"
"Seriously, dude?" Sam said. "Are you just trying to get me to say I want you? I don't go after guys I know I can't have." Sam was getting perturbed with the conversation.
"Sorry man," Scott said, putting his cereal bowl down on the table and pouring milk. He returned the milk to the refrigerator, then used his right hand to scratch his left armpit. Sam could see that his pits were damp. He must have just finished a workout. "I don't know why I care so much." Suddenly, Scott's phone rang in the other room. He left to get it and left his cereal bowl on the table.
"Hey babe," Sam heard Scott say in the other room. Scott's voice got weaker as he walked toward his bedroom, leaving the cereal where it was on the table. Sam got up and got his things together in his backpack and left to go to class, leaving Scott to himself.
That night, Scott was out on a date with Tracey and Sam had the apartment to himself. It had been a while since Sam had a guy over for some casual sex, which he rarely did unless he knew Scott wouldn't be home. Scott had told him once that he didn't care who he had over to the apartment, but Sam just never felt comfortable having sex with a guy unless he was home alone.
Sam posted an ad on Craigslist Personals seeking a gay or bisexual man between the ages of 18 and 30 for some quick fun. Within an hour, Sam had several replies. He settled on a 28-year-old who looked a lot like Scott. The guy came over and Sam took him to his room where they had sex for about an hour. Sam sucked his cock, ate his hairy ass, then let the guy fuck him. They kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before the guy said he had to go. All Sam knew was that his name was Marc. Marc got dressed and Sam walked him to the door. He was surprised to see Scott sitting in the living room watching Saturday Night Live. Scott nodded at the guy, who Sam ushered out the door.
"Well, you certainly have a type," Scott said as Sam closed the door and turned around.
"What does that mean?" Sam asked.
"He could be my twin," Scott said. He laughed. "I'm just messing with you man. I'm glad you got some. From the way it sounded you definitely got some, too!"
"I thought you were out with Tracey," Sam said.
"I was. She got pissed off at me over something stupid and wanted to go home. So here I am," Scott said, picking up his beer and making a gesture of toasting in the air before taking a gulp.
"I'm sorry man," Sam said. "Do you think it'll blow over?"
"I don't know, man. Crazy thing is I already bought the ring."
"Just give her some time," Sam said, putting his hand on Scott's shoulder. "I'm here if you need me, man."
"Thanks, man," Scott said, putting his hand on top of Sam's hand on his shoulder. He looked up at Sam and looked him in the eyes. Sam felt a stirring down below and decided that he better go to his room, making an excuse that he needed to study. He closed his door firmly before sitting down at his desk and opening a textbook. When he could barely hold his eyes open, he went to the shared bathroom, pissed, brushed his teeth, then went to bed, naked as usual.
Early the next morning, Sam awoke to a noise of some kind. It was kind of a ruffling sound. He could feel the air from the ceiling fan on his bare ass, so he must have kicked the cover off him at some point during the night. He opened his eyes and looked toward the door to see that it was slightly ajar, and Scott was looking at him through the door. Sam's first inclination was to cover his naked body, but he didn't move. Instead, he continued to watch Scott through the door. He didn't know why Scott was looking at him. After a few seconds, Scott must have realized that Sam was awake, so he slowly moved away from the door. Sam got out of bed a few minutes later, pulling on his boxers from the night before and pulling a hoodie over his head. He was going to go to the bathroom, but he realized Scott was in there shaving with the door open. Not only was the door open, but Scott was naked! Sam could see his furry ass as he stood at the sink, intently shaving his face. Sam hurriedly walked to the kitchen and started making coffee, not wanting to look at Scott's naked body for fear that his boxers wouldn't be able to hide his erection. As Sam moved to the kitchen table with his coffee and a bowl of cereal, Scott emerged from the bathroom completely naked!
For the first time, Sam was able to take in Scott in his full glory. His body was amazing. While he had already seen Scott shirtless and in underwear, he had never seen Scott's pride and joy. When Scott made reference to his huge schlong and how much Tracey enjoyed it, he wasn't exaggerating. Scott's soft, uncut cock dangled over his balls, which hung low. His cock had to be at least six inches soft, so Sam could only imagine how much it grew when it was hard. He had a long foreskin that extended beyond the head of his cock. And his pubes; Sam loved a man with a bush, and Scott's bush was thick and luscious! Scott stood there in the doorway to the kitchen as if he was on display for Sam. Sam just sat there, stunned, until Scott turned away and walked toward his bedroom. Sam loved the way Scott's ass cheeks flexed as he walked.
Scott returned a few minutes later, clothed in jeans, a tight-fitting polo, and gray New Balance 990 sneakers. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with Sam.
"Any plans today?" Scott asked, acting as if nothing was wrong or that he hadn't just been standing here stark naked in front of Sam. He also apparently wasn't going to acknowledge that he'd just a little earlier been peeking at Sam through his bedroom door.
"Uhhh," Sam stammered, "Just class."
"Cool. Same here. Gotta run." Scott said. He put his cup in the sink, ruffled Sam's hair, then ran out the door. Sam was left sitting there wondering what the fuck was happening.
Sam went to his classes and then came home later in the day. As he entered the apartment, he could hear the shower running. He looked down to see Scott's underwear laying on the living room floor. He couldn't help himself. He picked them up. They were damp with sweat from Scott's work out. He made sure he was alone, then pressed the cloth to his face, inhaling Scott's strong, musky aroma. His cock went hard instantly. He had to jerk off immediately. Still holding Scott's underwear, Sam took off to his bedroom, making sure to lock the door. He threw down has backpack, tore off his clothes, and flopped naked on his bed with Scott's underwear pressed firmly to his face. He chewed the fabric, tasting Scott's sweat on his tongue. In a matter of seconds, Sam had to stifle a moan as he blew a huge load of cum all over his abdomen and his chest. One shot actually hit him in the face just above his mouth. He licked the cum from his mouth, then scooped up as much of the cum on his chest and abdomen as he could and sucked it off his fingers. He used Scott's underwear to wipe up the rest, not realizing that he would now have to hide them to keep Scott from realizing what he had done. He stuffed them under his pillow, figuring he'd just sneak them into Scott's dirty laundry later. Sam redressed himself and walked out to find a naked Scott in the living room.
"Hey," Sam said.
"Hey," Scott said, turning to face Sam. There was some tension in the air. "Have you seen my underwear?"
"Umm, no, I," Sam stammered.
"Okay," Scott said. "Listen, man, I'm sorry. I'm like...I told Tracey."
Sam was confused but wanted to remove himself from the situation. "That's fine, no worries," he said.
"Yeah," Scott said, walking out of the room and going to his bedroom, presumably to get dressed.
That day marked a turning point in Sam and Scott's relationship. There always seemed to be tension in the air. They still got along fine, but things felt different. One big change came when Scott and Tracey broke up. Sam didn't ask too many questions, but whenever he saw Tracey around campus, she smiled politely but seemed to be trying to avoid him. Scott still brought random girls home to fuck them. He didn't seem to care whether Sam was home or not. Sam could hear them fucking from his bedroom, then he'd hear the girl leave. If Sam emerged from his room, he'd usually find Scott naked in the kitchen getting a drink or coming out of the bathroom naked.
Scott rarely wore clothes around the house anymore. While he was dating Tracey, he would always wear underwear or at least wrap a towel around himself when he came out of the bathroom. Now, it seemed like he wanted Sam to see him naked as much as possible. When he came in from a run or a workout, his sweaty underwear always ended up somewhere for Sam to find them. A few times, Sam even came home to find them right in front of his bedroom door, almost like a gift. It reminded Sam of the way his childhood cat would bring mice or birds to the front door and leave them as an offering to the family. This thought made Sam laugh. He picked up the underwear, sniffed them, then went to his room to jerk off with them. He'd always make sure they made it in with Scott's dirty laundry when he was finished.
Scott came in one day from a run. He was very sweaty and started taking off his clothes as soon as he came in the door. Although Sam was in his room, he heard the door open and knew that Scott would strip naked almost immediately. Sam decided to test Scott to see what would happen. He quickly stripped off all his clothes and then casually walked from his room to the kitchen. He passed Scott and continued to the refrigerator, taking out a can of soda, popping the top, and taking a big gulp as Scott just stood there looking on. A smirk spread across Scott's face.
"You know," Scott said, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious."
"About what?" Sam asked, trying to act unbothered by the sweaty naked man.
"About what it would be like to be with a man," Scott said, walking toward Sam. He put his hand under Sam's chin, raising his head slightly, then leaned in to kiss Sam on the mouth. Sam could smell the musk coming from Scott's body and his cock went completely rigid when Scott's tongue invaded his mouth. Sam was like clay, and he was going to let Scott mold him however he wanted.
"I've been leaving my underwear around for you," Scott said. "I could tell you were into that kind of thing. You like my scent, don't you?"
"Mmmm," was all Sam could muster, wrapping his arms around Scott's body and pressing his face into Scott's hairy chest.
"Let's go to my room," Scott said. Sam followed Scott into his room. It was messy with clothes on the floor and on the bed, but that didn't matter to Sam. The two guys collapsed on the bed and were instantly intertwined in each other's arms. Sam didn't even realize how long he had wanted this. He had written Scott off as just another straight guy who was unobtainable. Now this was happening. Sam quickly pushed down the thoughts that were running through his head. He could deal with those later. For now, he wanted to see where this went.
Sam knew just what he wanted. He started off licking one of Scott's nipples. He slightly salty taste of Scott's skin sent a wave of lust through his body, driving him to lick anything he could. Before he even knew what he was doing, his face was in one of Scott's armpits, reveling in Scott's musk. It was not an unclean scent. It was pure and manly. It was pure Scott.
"That feels weird, but I like it," Scott said.
Sam switched to the other pit and bathed it with his tongue. Scott moaned his approval. Sam continued licking Scott's body, moving down his treasure trail to the dense forest of pubic hair that made up Scott's bush. He stuck his nose in the dense growth and was rewarded with more of the manly aroma that was uniquely Scott. Scott's uncut cock danced in anticipation, but Sam avoided it, choosing instead to move down Scott's hairy legs to his gorgeous, tanned, feet. Sam bathed Scott's feet with his tongue. He'd done this to men before and enjoyed it, but doing it to Scott was a whole new level of exciting. Sam's cock was dripping precum all over the bed, but he didn't care.
Sam put his hands under Scott's firm calves and lifted them up, pushing until Scott's knees were as far back as they would go.
"I don't know about this, man," Scott said.
"Just trust me," Sam said. "If you don't like it, I'll quit."
Sam first zeroed in on Scott's huge balls. They were almost as large as eggs and were covered in black fur. Sam loved hairy balls, and he went to work bathing them with his tongue. Scott moaned in pleasure.
"Dude! That's so good. Tracey would never lick my balls because of all the hair," Scott said.
"That's the difference between her and me. I know how to treat a guy," Sam said, coming up long enough to say that then going back down on Scott's balls.
After a few minutes of worshiping Scott's balls, Sam set his aim lower to Scott's hairy taint. He went to work washing it with his tongue, savoring the flavors of Scott. He was loving the musky aroma that was even stronger here. He knew he had to enjoy the full prize and he was pretty sure that Scott wouldn't object too much once he got started.
Sam moved lower, pushing Scott's legs back even further. Scott instinctively hooked his hands behind his knees, holding his legs back and fully spreading his ass cheeks. His cock was dripping precum all over his hairy abdomen. Sam gazed upon the most private part of Scott's body. Scott's pucker was a light pink color and was nestled in a thicket of dark black hair. His crack was lined with the same dark hair. Sam's mouth watered in anticipation as he leaned forward, taking in a whiff of Scott's musky aroma. Sam actually moaned as he planted a kiss directly on Scott's asshole, then locked his lips over Scott's tight pink pucker, simultaneously sucking and probing with his tongue.
"Jesus fuck!" Scott exclaimed. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Want me to stop?" Sam asked. "I will if you want."
"Fuck no," Scott said. "Get back in there." Scott put his hand on Sam's head and moved him back toward his spread bottom.
Sam ate Scott's ass out for several minutes, relishing the smooth texture of Scott's hole as he gently probed his tongue inside the tight orifice. As much as he was enjoying the amazing ass, he wanted to taste Scott's cock as well.
Scott's uncut cock was at full mast, which Sam later learned was a full 7.5 inches. Sam gently pulled Scott's foreskin back and gazed upon the smooth, moist pink head. He stuck his tongue out and licked it like a popsicle, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Scott.
"Suck it man. Please suck it," Scott begged.
Sam opened his mouth wide and took in Scott's hard, dripping cock. The taste of Scott's precum mixed with the taste of Scott's cock was driving Sam insane. He couldn't help but to use his free hand to stroke his own cock. After realizing he would cum if he didn't stop stroking his cock, Sam stopped and instead used his free hand to gently rub Scott's anus. It was still plenty slick from the rim job just a minute before, so without giving Scott time to react, he pressed his finger through the opening and up into Scott's rectum. Scott took in a deep breath, but calmed down when Sam started rubbing his prostate.
"Is this okay?" Sam asked.
"Fuck yes," Scott said. "I've actually done that before myself," he said, a tinge of embarrassment in his tone.
"If you keep doing that I'm not gonna last long," Scott said.
Sam doubled down on his efforts. He was applying gentle but firm pressure to Scott's prostate while sucking up and down on the hard, leaking cock. Before Scott could even vocalize what was happening, Sam felt Scott's anus clamp down on his finger. His prostate began to pulse as Scott's penis erupted with a volley of thick semen that flooded Sam's mouth. Sam backed off a little so he could savor the taste of Scott's cum before he swallowed it. Like the rest of Scott, it tasted great.
Sam pulled his finger from Scott's hole and collapsed on the bed beside Scott. Both guys were sweaty from the sex. Scott was quiet, still coming back down from his orgasm.
Sam suddenly felt anxious. What if Scott didn't want to be friends with him anymore? Was this just sex, or did Scott feel something? Did Sam feel something for Scott? He'd never allowed himself to see Scott as a prospect, so he didn't know where to go with those feelings. Scott turned over, spooning Sam from behind and putting his arm over him. The sun had gone down leaving the room dim. Had he made the right decision in sleeping with Scott? Sam drifted off to sleep, not knowing where this road was going to take him, but excited to find out.
The next chapter in this series will be posted as soon as possible.
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