ABE WESTINGTON-First Date

"Thanks for helping me out with this."

He ordered the test kit to find out his ancestry background and Skyy invited him over so they could do it together. She lived off campus in a small one-bedroom apartment. It was within walking distance from campus and not far from the fraternity house. She seemed to be a neat freak, her place was immaculate, and he liked that about her. His mother would approve.

"No problem. Glad you decided to do it," she said as she sat with him on the sofa.

It was a pretty simple test and he could have done it on his own, but he liked the excuse of seeing her again. She looked even prettier than the first day he laid eyes on her. Everything about her was perfect to him, perfect pretty face, perfect curly hair, perfect body, and just seemed genuinely nice.

"I owe you. Let me take you out to dinner," he said to her after everything was finished and ready to be mailed off.

She smiled and curled a lock of her curly hair around her finger. "Since you're already here, why don't we just stay in for dinner."

"That's even better," he smiled at her. "I like to cook, what do you have for me to make?"

"You're going to cook for me? I thought I was going to make us sandwiches or something."

Abe walked into her kitchen to look at the refrigerator. She was fully stocked with lots of things he could make. She was not a healthy eater by some of the things he saw, lots of cheeses and butter, fried pre-made foods, frozen entrees, and lots of types of breads and wraps. Not a vegetarian either, there was lots of meat from chicken and fish to pork and beef as well.

"Sandwiches are basic, I'm sure I can whip up something better."

"A man that can cook. Nice!"

He grilled up chicken breasts on her tabletop grill, sauteed green beans in olive oil, and baby potatoes with butter, garlic, roasted peppers, and onions. Skyy poured herself some wine while she watched him cook.

"Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"This? This is nothing. I can do better than this but I'm working with what you have. On our next date, I will..."

"Next date? Well, I did not know that's what was going on."

"This isn't a date?" He looked up at her. Though neither of them was dressed up fancy or anything for a night out on the town, but that was not needed for a quiet night in. "I think this is a date, not a fancy date or a planned date, but our next date I will make sure it's a lot better."

"So confident in yourself mister."

He plated their food on her dining room table and poured himself some of the sweet tea she kept in her fridge.

"Where are you from again?" he asked her as they sat down.

"Atlanta."

"Long way from home."

"Needed a fresh start." She paused, looked at her plate of food, then looked up at him. "Is this the time we tell our deep dark secrets to each other?"

"I don't have any. Do you?"

"Maybe." She cut into her chicken and ate a piece. "Okay, this is good. Not sure what you seasoned it with that made it better than anything I ever made."

"I can teach you. I'm an only child, I had to cook for myself a lot."

"I'm the oldest of two. I have two younger siblings. I had to cook for them a lot so I know a little something."

He found it really easy to talk to her. His thoughts were already going to the next step, making her his girlfriend. He did not want to take things slow, he wanted to jump right into it. But he stopped himself from saying something stupid.

He would let her set the tone in their relationship.

KENT GREEN-Not a Date

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted to be a Beta Belle?"

"Because what we do has nothing to do with me being a Beta Belle," Akilah said when he was in her room in the middle of a sex sandwich with her roommate again.

"So, are we...dating?"

She chuckled at him. "Dating? I just want to fuck you. With my girlfriend, that's it."

That was not his plan. He wanted a girlfriend this year and now here he was in a sexcapade with a hot girl and her hot roommate/girlfriend. On top of that, he couldn't even tell his frat brothers his situationship because he was not supposed to be sleeping with new Beta Belles.

Fuck his life!

He was far from complaining about having all the freaky sex he wanted. This was what he had been doing for the last three years, having random sex. Maybe he was not the type of guy that would settle down with one girl. Not his time anyway.

"You know you can't tell anyone about us," he said to her. "Not any of your Beta Belles especially. I'm not supposed to be fucking with you."

"Oh, that makes it even spicier," she said with a smirk, running her hands down his chest. "Are you ready for round two?"

"Round two?" In the first go round the two ladies pounced on him like he was their personal blow-up doll. One sucked him while he sucked on the other.

They took turns riding on his dick, as they kissed each other. Mira was an Indian girl as well, and suddenly it was his new favorite flavor of ladies. Now he would assume they were all secretly freaky.

Maybe he did not need a girlfriend, just more sex.

TREMAYNE LEE-SECOND DATE

"Now do I look athletic to you?"

Tremayne was on his second date with Gus and he took him to a batting range. Like what the hell? He was a shorty who danced, he never was into sports. He was that gay guy who was girly enough that he did not even watch sports. This was a turnoff for him right now.

"You should at least try it, it's cool, I'll show you how to do it."

Gus was that tall athletic type that probably played every sport before his height dictated he stick with basketball. While that made him a sexy man to look at, Tremayne wondered if he was one of those dumb jocks now. Did what he wanted and would be a dictator in the relationship.

"This feels like gym class," Tremayne said, putting on a helmet and then grabbing a bat. "I didn't like it back in high school, not liking it now."

"You're a dancer man, it should be simple. Focus on the ball and hit it when it comes to you."

He turned to Gus with a grin. "I don't know about balls flying at my face unless you know, it's the other kind of balls."

That flustered Gus a bit and he liked it. This was only their second date but he wondered if this was the date he would get to kiss that man. Damn! He knew the boy was feeling him, but he did not make a move after their first date. If he did not make the first move, Tremayne was just going to go for it.

"Uh...uh...uh..." was all Gus stuttered.

Yeah, he was definitely going for it tonight. Not sex, he just wanted to know what kind of tongue action the man was working with.

He hit the button for a ball to come out and he waited, holding the bat the way he might have seen players hold them.

When that ball came flying past his face, he shrieked like it was Freddy Krueger after him.

"You have to swing the bat at it, man."

"I know that!" he said to Gus with an attitude. "I wasn't ready."

The next ball whooshed out and he swung at it hard and fast, too bad it was too soon before the ball even was near the bat.

"I think you need to time it better," Gus said to him.

He glared at him and then went back to focusing. He was going to be ready this next time. As soon as that ball whooshed out, he lasered in on it, swung his bat, and still missed it, this time losing his balance and falling down.

How embarrassing.

Gus rushed into the batting cage to help him up.

"My bad man, I didn't think you would be this bad at it."

"You're lucky I was not dressed in my best," Tremayne said, brushing himself off. "I give up!"

"No, come on, let me help you."

Gus stood behind him, trying to help his stance.

"There is a way you stand to help with your balance. And you're holding the bat all wrong." Gus planted his hands correctly on the bat.

The way that man was behind him, up on his ass, he was not thinking about hitting a ball. His mind went dirty and he was interested in sucking on his balls. He was just tall enough that he hovered over him and he could feel his dickprint on his lower back.

He instinctively rubbed his ass back on him.

"You're playing now, I see," Gus said, still up on his ass.

"What do you mean?" Tremayne said innocently.

"Nice ass," he whispered in his ear then kissed him on the cheek.

Yes, he did not care about baseball but suddenly he was hitting the balls left and right. Gus' coaching helped him a lot, and even more so, he liked being close to him. They were vibing with each other, and he could tell Gus was holding back his sexual frustration.

When Gus went to bat, he knocked everyone out of the park like he was Barry Bonds on steroids or something. He hoped he was not, that made the dick shrink.

After they both had enough, they went to the sandwich shop across from the batting cage and had subs and chips. They talked more and got to know each other better.

"I'm hoping to become a PE teacher after school," Gus said to him.

"That's pretty cool. You're good at it."

"I want to work with the junior high age when kids are just finding out who they are. So they won't be so confused like I was."

"We need more gay men in sports. Or at least coming out in sports."

"It's a different kind of life when you play sports. It's more taboo if that's possible."

"Well, I am glad you came out, like out-out. Guys that stay in the closet, bless their hearts, but that's no way to live."

After they finished Gus drove him back to the frat house.

"What's it like living in a house full of frat boys?" he asked him.

"Pretty normal...well, except for all the wild parties and half-naked girls running around in the place."

"You ever like...hook up with one of your frat brothers?"

"What? No! I'm the only gay one, and even if there was another gay Beta Rho, I think that would be wrong," Tremayne said as they walked up to his front door.

"I mean, but have you liked one? Thought one was like hot or something."

He was not going to answer that question. Sure, some of his frat brothers were attractive to him, but he never was one to crush on a straight man, and he always knew the difference.

"I consider them brothers, so no way am I looking at them like that."

"So I have nothing to worry about, one of them trying to come after you."

"Boy please, are you one of those insecure guys?"

"No...but you fly as hell and you live with a bunch of dudes." Gus moved closer to him and licked his thick lips. "And I like you, a lot. I'm talking about a whole lot."

Damn, he was sexy!

"Show me how much."

Gus did not need an invite, he pulled him close to him and kissed him with those sexy lips and made his toes curl. The man had a nice, thick tongue that sucked through his soul the way it mingled with his tongue. He had never been kissed like that before.

"I hope that shows you," he said after he finished. Then he kissed him again, even deeper. "I'm not playing when I say I want you, I had my eyes on you, and I want to make you mine."

"I'm yours," he said weakly, his arms wrapped around his waist. He could feel that Gus was already aroused, his python dick hard against his stomach.

They stood there kissing some more and his dick became hard as well. Gus felt it and rubbed his against his, making him moan like they were doing something.

"I want you so bad." Gus grabbed his ass and squeezed it.

"Gus I want you too, but...not now."

"Why not? We both want it."

"Yes but," he pulled himself away from him. "We're still getting to know each other, let's not rush to sex."

"Okay, you want me to wait, fine." He kissed him again. "But I'm your man, right?"

"Yes."

"Can we...just...keep....making out?" he said between kisses.

"Hell yeah, come on, upstairs in my room." He held him back. "But no sex, I mean it."

Hey readers!

Just trying to show some normal to these guys. Dates, girlfriends, boyfriends, it's not all about sex.

XOXO
Kimberly