Marcel And The Project

by: taguro 07

Hello again! This is my third submission to this site. The previous two were My Bestfriend, My Lover Series and Si Roommate. A little background before I go on: This story happened in 2001. Charles and I are no longer an item since long-distance relationships rarely work in real life. The 'break-up' was friendly. He met a lovely woman at his school and they became a couple. But before he proposed, he told me all about it and asked if it was okay. I was devastated when I heard it but I let him go and wished them both luck. They are still together until now, and me and Charles are still best friends. In fact, when they are having problems, his girlfriend would seek me out for some help and advice. Charles and I still hooked up once in a while when he wasn't getting any from his girlfriend. Friends are there to help each other, right? Letting him go and accepting it are two different things, however. I would be lying if I said the break-up didn't affect me. My grades hit rock-bottom. I decided I needed a fresh start so I transferred to an exclusive private school and changed majors at the start of the school year. This is where the story begins. As is my usual policy, I changed the names of all the persons mentioned here for their privacy. *** I attended the compulsory orientation before classes would start. I really didn't want to go because I thought it was just a waste of my time. Just boring speeches the contents of which I would forget by the time I went out the auditorium door. I was in full suplado mode and didn't want to have anything to do with anybody so I sat at the back row even though I arrived early. I just wanted to be done with this thing. There I was, all alone and not acknowledging the presence of anybody as I sat listening to music through my earphones and wondering when the hell this rigamarole would start. More students trickled in. Darn it! Just snot-nosed kids fresh out of high school. I could see some of them look in my direction, apparently interested in sitting at the back too. One look at my grouchy face however and they timidly decided not to mess with me and instead opted to sit in front of me. Ha! Like I thought, suckling babies! I started to feel a little better. This might turn out to be an interesting year after all. Some teachers filed in at the stage and the program started. Finally! There I was, surrounded by kids fresh out of high school. As the orientation progressed, some stragglers arrived and two of them, apparently friends, made a beeline to my row. Damn! There were several rows in front of me that were empty. Why the hell would they want to sit in my row? As they drew nearer, I could see them better. Suspect A, the one in front, was slim, fair-skinned, average height, but extremely good-looking. Must be half American. He was wearing baggy clothes with a few blings hanging around his neck. A hip-hopper. As my mind took this sight in and analyzed it, my eyes looked at the one following behind. Suspect B was dark-skinned, average build, taller than A by a couple of inches. Despite his dark skin tone, his facial features also betrays some foreign ancestry. My mind categorized him as a rocker. Strange that a rocker and a hip-hopper could get along. Anyway, B was also okay-looking. I reconsidered my behavior and put suplado mode on temporary hold and switched to neutral. I removed my headphones and made myself a little more welcoming. Suspects A & B reached my row and asked if it was okay to sit with me because they don't want to sit in the front rows. I made a noncommittal gesture which might be interpreted as 'suit yourself' and they sat down, A beside me and B on his right. They listened to the teacher droning on and who was apparently loving the sound of his own voice. I snorted loudly and they both looked at me. "Could you believe this shit?" I asked. "We have to attend this stupid orientation when we could be outside doing better things and we have to listen to all this drivel." They smiled shyly, unsure of wha to make of me. Damn, they look boyishly cute. I am especially attracted to A. I felt like i wanted to know them so I continued. "I'm Duke, by the way. And you are?" They took my proffered hand and introduced themselves. Suspect A was Marcel, and B was JC. They just graduated from the same high school. That explains why they were together. We talked some more, not listening to the program. Later, the other students stood up and filed out the door. The stupid orientation was finished. I asked them what their plans were and they were undecided so I invited them to join me and have lunch at Pizza Hut. "I wanted to go to SM North," I said, "but it's the lunch break rush hour and I'm in no mood to fight the traffic. We can go in my car." They were cool with it and we all piled in my car. During lunch, they confessed that at first they were intimidated by my demeanor earlier but now that they know me better, I'm not so bad after all. I told them I was sorry but I was in a bad mood earlier. Marcel was taking the same course as me (I was pleased with that piece of information) and JC was taking a different one. They tentatively said I looked older than they were and I laughed. "Hell! Do I really look that old? All right, the secret's out. I AM older than you. I just transferred to this school and shifted my major." We all had a good laugh at that and they said I don't really look all that old. Just, according to them, 'more mature'. We all headed home after that. Me to my apartment and them to the dormitory since their houses are quite far. The following weeks, Marcel and I would meet at our major subjects and we always sat together. I was an irregular student since some of my minor subjects were accredited so I had some free time. Sometimes if he was feeling lazy, Marcel would skip some classes and go with me, even if I went to my previous school and meet my buddies there. I introduced him and they accepted him as a part of the group. JC only rarely joins us since he was busy with his own schedule. A month before finals, our programming instructor gave us a project. We have to make a program and we could take a partner to do it. Naturally, Marcel and I became partners. We worked hard at it in my apartment since there were no distractions there. Oftentimes, we would work on it wearing only our boxers. His body might be lean, but it was well-defined. His six-pack abs was hard. He's got a good body. A lean, mean, fucking machine. I would sometimes sneak a peek at his package when he's not aware of it and I could sometimes see that he's having a hard-on based on the tent his cock would make in his boxers, perhaps caused by the air-conditioner. Marcel would sleep in the spare room if it was too late for him to go back to his dormitory. I didn't make a move on him though. Two weeks later, we finished the program. After testing it several times for bugs, we were confident that it was as perfect as we could make it. To celebrate, I brought out a bottle of El Cuervo Gold I was saving just for this occasion, a shot glass, some lemons, and salt. I also inserted a movie in the player for entertainment. We were talking about this and that until our topic went to sex. I asked him if he'd done it already and to tell the truth if he doesn't want me to tickle it out of him. He answered that he'd almost done it with a classmate at his graduation party. "Why almost? Was she not good looking enough?" I asked. "She was hot, kuya. She's got a sexy body and really huge tits. But..." "But what?" "Well, let's just say I drank too much." He said that in a really small voice, and he was coloring up in embarrassment. Although I wanted to laugh at this, I refrained since he was already humiliated. I think he was already mentally kicking his ass for admitting this to me. In vino, veritas. "Oh, hell. It happens to all of us," I said to reassure him. To take his mind off it, I told him some exploits of my own, how I lost my virginity at 15 to an older woman, some one-night stands at university. No, I didn't make this up. I did mention I was a bisexual at the first story I submitted, although I prefer men as my sexual partners most of the time. Anyway, all this talk about sex made us horny and Marcel asked me, "Kuya Duke, do you have some porn? It's been a while since I've seen one." I thought what the heck, it wouldn't hurt so I got a hetero CD from my secret stash and played it. The action on TV was getting hot, where two men were having their way with a blond bitch, pounding her ass and her pussy at the same time and making her scream. I noticed Marcel put his hand inside his boxers and started to stroke his cock. My eyes were now glued to Marcel and not the action on TV. I copied his movements and also placed my hand inside my boxers and stroked my own 7" piece of meat. "Kuya, is it okay if I masturbate? I can't stand it." "Sure. Would you mind if I joined you?" "No." So we pulled our boxers down and stroked our own cocks, eyeing each other's hard tool. "Wow, kuya. That's huge!" I laughed and asked him if he would like to touch it. To see if it's real or other such nonsense. He was hesitating so I took his hand and placed it on my dick. He gripped it and tentatively masturbated it. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! That's great. Uuunnnhhhhhhh... Keep it up!" I took his dick in my hand and reciprocated, giving him the same pleasure he was giving me. His dick was big for his size, about 6" I'd guess, and pinkish, except for his cockhead which was red. We masturbated each other for about 5 minutes when I just can't help myself. I made him lie down on the floor, without losing contact with each other's hard cock, and kissed him on the lips. He kissed me back, his tongue meeting mine, duelling like fencers, our tongues parrying and thrusting and stabbing at each other. I kissed him lower, on his neck, under his jaw, and up to his earlobe. I nipped at it and let my tongue tickle him inside his ear. We were both moaning, louder than the whore being fucked on TV. My kisses went lower down to his nips. I licked and teased one, then the other. They started to get erect. I sucked on one and his other hand grabbed my hair in ecstasy while the other gripped and beat my meat harder. "Oh, shit ahhhhh kuya. That's uhhhhhhhhhhh good! Don't mmmmmmmmmmm stop!" I turned around so he could continue fisting my cock while my lips continued their journey downward into paradise. I reached his navel and explored it with my tongue, like a diver would dive deep looking for pearls. Even though the air conditioner was on full blast, we were so horny that drops of sweat formed on our bodies, adding to the taste. I continued down his treasure trail, tasting his hair that was already forming from his navel and exploding around his cock. I grabbed the base of his cock with my right hand while my left went to grab his ass cheeks. My fingers explored his asshole while my mouth sucked him, adding to his pleasure. I felt something warm and moist enclose my cockhead. Marcel was blowing me while I sucked him in return. We continued in that position until we both exploded inside each other's mouth. His spunk tasted good, a little salty and sweet and creamy. I didn't stop sucking him until I got the very last drop of his cum. We let go of each other, our bodies quivering and spent. I couldn't look at him in the eye and I said "Sorry." "What for kuya? We both enjoyed it. It was great! Man, I didn't know sex would be that great." It was his first time and he liked it. We slept in my room that night, naked and hugging each other. During class the following days, we would sometimes catch each other's eye and give knowing smiles meant only for each other. After that incident, he started to sleep more often in my apartment, sharing my bed. Needless to say, that wasn't our only intimate encounter. -END-