Chapter 21: A flashback into Gray's college days
Chapter summary: Early intimate story of Gray's college days, featuring Doranbolt.
Loke: Hey, what are you watching in your phone for so long?
Gray: I just downloaded this app, Instantgram.
L: An app? Apps are for nerds buddy.
G: No, I like this one, and for what I see, several of my contacts use it.
L: And what is about?
G: Well, people post pictures and stuff. There are famous people also, and repetitive videos you cannot stop or fast forward.
L: Whatever dude. I'm leaving now.
G: Bye man.
-Months later-
Gray: Man, leave the phone already. Not that I care, but it's a shame you are getting your pizza cold while you are stuck to the screen stalking some classmate.
Loke: Just a moment. I'm trying to learn what this chick likes so I can flirt more efficiently. It's called smart-fishing and I'm gonna write a manual book about it.
G: Dude, that's what everyone with Internet access does. Smart-fishing and a manual about it? About what? Stalking? That's probably the dumbest thing you've said today. Plus… leave this electric piece of junk already; I was the one who introduced you to Instantgram.
L: Leave me alone! And don't steal my pizza's peperoni!
Gray grabbed his phone from the pocket of his trousers, which were on the floor.
L: Man, you have a terrible habit.
G: What do you mean?
L: I don't care if you go naked at home, but if you could leave your fucking clothes in your goddamned room or at least on a chair it would be awesome.
G: Hey dude, chill out, ok? After all we are all dudes here.
L: That doesn't mean we have to live in a piggery.
G: My clothes are clean; well, mostly clean. It's just hot here and I took my pants off, and since I'm doing things here, to save time I kept these here so I don't have to stop doing what I'm doing, go to my fucking room and then go back here to start again.
L: Whatever dude. But I've seen you wearing those undies for three days in a row.
G: Yeah, cause I like them; are new, and are still clean. I'm not constantly jizzing on all my underwear like you do.
L: What?! What do you mean with that?
G: Come on… I can see it and smell it… you have them in the dirty clothes bag… If you jizz in your black briefs or socks, at least put some clothes on it to cover these… Your yellowish white man juices on the dark fabric stand out more than Donald Trump reading The Quixote to thirty Syrian Refugees he just welcomed to settle in America.
L: Cut it out man. By the way, is there anything for deserts? I fancy something sweet. Maybe some chocolate.
G: Levy brought some Danish biscuits from her Earthland-Erasmus stay. I have some chocolate left, also. But I'm only giving you a third of it.
Loke brought the remaining chocolate and biscuits to the small table. Meanwhile Gray unlocked his phone and scrolled down his Instantgram feed. He noticed, again, Doranbolt. He had posted yet another picture of his dog, and himself with his dog in bed, and his dog again in the fields.
Gray thought: Doranbolt, Doranbolt, Doranbolt…. What's of him and his life? It's been a long time since I last met him. I just restarted knowing from him when I started using Instantgram.
G: Hey Loke, do you remember Doranbolt? Do you know what is he doing with his life?
L: I only coincided with him one course, it was during high school. I met him in a party like two years ago. He was with Mira, Mirajane. What a hottie.
G: Yeah, I also was there. I mean more recently. I found him on Instantgram and he's only posting pictures of his dog, but in an almost sad way, and he was a cool dude in high school, and then went to study something about sports, and got even more ripped and I guess hooked up with Mira… Are they still dating?
L: I don't know, what I do know is that your chocolate is full of ants. How did these ants got in your chocolate but not the biscuits?
G: Cause Danish biscuits always come in a metallic box and the ants can't open it despite being able to lift eleven times its body mass.
L: Oh shut up, the box was closed… Yeah, well… I'm dumping it, OK?
G: No, let me check it. I'm sure we can rinse it a bit and eat it anyway.
L: Too late.
G: Loke, I think I'm gonna go to sleep. I'm kinda tired today.
L: Good night Gray; and don't forget to bring your pants back to your room.
G: No problem buddy. Don't make much noise.
Gray picked up his pants from the floor and threw them to his room, then went to clean his teeth and to his room, where he stripped all his clothes and jumped in bed. He noticed his phone blinking again. Doranbolt had posted something. This time, a "story", which are like posts that only last for 24h or until you post another one. This time was a set of pictures. First picture: his dog in his bed with the message "look who's waiting for me in bed! –emoji with hearts for eyes-" overprinted. Second picture: his lower body and legs while lying on bed. Gray swiped left to watch again the pictures. Was that a well camouflaged boner? He always posted pictures showing skin but in a very dissimulated and unkempt way. Like showing his treasure trail while raising the arms or an open wound in his manly hairy tights he got while training… Gray looked yet another time. "Indeed, looking carefully I can trace back his dong and even know the exact localization below the shorts of his right ball".
Doranbolt and Gray were friends since kindergarten. They had never been very close friends, but until high school they always shared classes. Gray remembered doing PE together and getting flushed and even aroused when seeing him changing clothes in the boys' locker room. Doranbolt had always been a sports guy. At a young age he was already very fit, and when entered puberty, his body exploded with muscle and hormones. Doing so much sport, he quickly got ripped, and also grew up early. He soon grew some black kinky body hair and then beard; and Gray melted from the insides each time he saw him playing football. His muscular body covered in sweat in the hot summer days… bending over to drink fresh water from the fountain and highlighting his rock-hard ass… and then, when class time was over and they changed clothes… he stripped quick his clothes, flashing his wide pecs, and then his dark pubes crowning his sweaty dong… what he would have given to be able to stop time and lick the sweat from his defined abs, slurp his happy trail down to his crotch and bury his face in those dark hairy pubes to sniff all his juices and then taste and suck that dick until he eroded it. "Whoa" –Gray exclaimed alone in his room. "That's some serious craving… I'm even getting frisky." Gray noticed the enormous boner he just grew and realized he had ben fantasizing while staring to Doranbolt photos for some long time.
Gray reconfirmed the interest he had in Doranbolt. He had liked him since childhood, but he had been closeted all those years… he had not even considered telling Doranbolt – or at least insinuating- he liked him; and then was kind of regretting it.
Gray kept thinking in him and their "relationship". He now remembered Doranbolt teasing him in high school, in an explicitly sexual way. It was always joking, but he didn't do that with the others. "Maybe he had detected my hidden and repressed interest for him." "He never showed interest in girls nor had a girlfriend until a couple of years ago, when he dated the hot Mira for at least some months. He must have had no problem in dating her since he is super-hot and strong and sexy… but maybe he really didn't like her or preferred dick" "Oh… and now I remember… he was such a piggy… once when we were in the locker room and he was completely naked and I was sitting, changing clothes, he totally put his dick on my face; or another time, he was also naked, he forcefully pressed me against the locker room wall and pulled down my trousers and briefs… yeah… that's some creepy and recurrent shit of him… what if he is and was totally into dick but was super closeted… started dating a girl, but after a few months he didn't like her or didn't satisfied her because he wasn't boning cause he totally wanted dude flesh… It makes too much sense to me now that I think about. Moreover… where the homos are in my generation? The few that are known to be dating same sex came out kind of late… and most (of the guys) where the typical guys who don't really hook up even though being sexy and cool and everything… I gotta know more about this subject… and yeah… meet him if possible…".
Gray stalked Doranbolt's Intantgram pictures again and again, looking for hints that fitted his hypothesis. Then looked him on Facebuck and on the Internet. On Facebuck only found old pictures –nobody uses Facebuck anymore, really. "Oh damn! Sexy pictures of him from that time we went to the beach on an excursion… yeah… look at him… always between the boys, so sportive and playing contact sports. It's hard to see a picture where he wasn't grabbing someone's flesh… There we had like seventeen and he was already a cute hunk…
Gray realized he was already massaging the tip of his enormous boner. It was dark purple and shiny, holding tremendous blood pressure. From the urethra precum started leaking out. An unconscious and rhythmic movement provided by his hand started pleasuring. Gray put himself comfortable and reclined his muscular back against the headboard. He spat on his hand and kept massaging. Such developed dick generated so much pleasure with each stroke that Gray soon entered an altered state of consciousness. His mind was flooded with warm memories and feelings for Doranbolt, all mixed with the extreme waves of sexual pleasure. He fantasized in meeting Doranbolt again, in the woods, while running. All sweaty they would instantly connect with a sincere gaze and start making out like animals in heat. They would strip clothes while kissing. He would tear his sweaty sport T-shirt and sniff his manly scent to then actually taste his skin. Hungrily he would next kneel to appreciate from close his muscular tights and legs. He would trace back his skin and feel those manly black hairs passing through his fingers. Like Natsu, for Gray, body hair was a plus.
Gray was so excited he came before imagining the climax of his fantasy. The first shots fell on his chest and the last ones, less powerful, slid over his shaft and hands.
"Fuu. Amazing. Totally dope". Gray tried to clean himself with a nearby tissue but he just could not finish. Still numbed by the extraordinary orgasm he fell asleep.
To be continued
/End of the chapter/