Sarkopheros Says:
You guys wanted more gay. This gay story is soooo gay. There's two dudes, and they TOUCH EACH OTHER and everything!
As part of the Jae-Sun series rather than the Jae series, this story is much more down-to-earth than those—but you should still expect huge dicks, cum inflation, and ludicrous amounts of fluid. What else would you expect from me?
***
Jae unfolded his laptop. It was a clunky old thing—not that Jae noticed or cared. The top was encrusted with band stickers.
Near his elbow was a printout of the instructions for his next assignment in Computer Literacy 101. On the plus side, he could take the class from home! On the minus side, computers weren't something he naturally understood.
Students walked past his table, picking up plates of food from the university's cafeteria counters. His own lunch was on the table. Pieces of chicken, broccoli, some salad with vinegar and chickpeas.
He'd just opened his browser when someone said, "Hey, are you in Gillespie's class, too?"
He turned to find a pair of crystalline blue eyes looking at him. The eyes were of course set into a face ... the smooth face of a cute guy with feathery black hair and bangs. Big glasses were perched on his nose.
Jae was taller and much more powerfully built than the slender boy. He also had many more metal spikes on his vest's shoulders. The boy had exactly zero spikes and zero vests on.
Jae nodded at him. "Yeah, I am. I'm trying to understand this assignment," he chuckled.
"Well, it's not that hard," said the anonymous cutie. "It's just a basic spreadsheet and making a graph."
"Yeah, I'm not very good at, like, computers," explained Jae. "I'm trapped inside this cyber world. Consumed up as the web unfurls."
"What?"
Jae shook his head. "It's a song."
"Oh, well, you actually didn't need to print it out, there was a link to a video that shows you what to do," said the boy.
"Oh," said Jae. "It's just easier for me to read on a paper. Where is the video?"
"It's in the email." He pointed at the computer and added, "I could show you."
"Okay. You wanna sit down?" asked Jae.
The boy nodded. "Sure." He put his backpack down and pulled a chair out. His eyes rolled over Jae's chest, his firm shoulders and biceps. "Uh. Do you work out?"
Jae nodded. "Yeah, and I do kung-fu."
"Oh, yeah, you look strong."
"Thanks. You look cute," rumbled Jae.
"Uh, oh! Thanks! What a ... nice thing to say," said the boy, looking away and rubbing his cheek. "I'm, ah, Evan."
"Jae." He offered his hand, which Evan took. Rough fingers gripped the smaller boy's soft hand firmly.
"Well, Jae, uh, you should, you know, open the email," suggested Evan.
Jae nodded. "Okay." He opened Internet Explorer.
Evan narrowed his eyes. "You know, Chrome is a lot—holy shit, that's a lot of toolbars!"
Toolbars?
"Uh, what?"
Evan put his hand on Jae's firm shoulder before pointing. "Those bars across the top, the toolbars!"
"Oh, yeah, I don't know, more of them keep coming," said Jae. As far as he could tell, the toolbars just sort of ... appeared every so often.
Evan gasped. "There's like six of them!"
Jae looked at him. "Yeah. So Chrome doesn't have these toolbars?"
"Why would it be something to do with the browser?" asked Evan, narrowing his eyes at Jae.
"They're on Internet Explorer, right?" asked Jae.
"You think they're part of ... okay, wow, no, they're nothing to do with the browser," said Evan.
"You don't need to talk down to me, dude," said Jae, chuckling.
Evan blanched. "Oh, no, uh, sorry! I didn't mean to. I mean. You're so hot! I wouldn't—" Evan went from ghost to tomato and buried his face in his hands. "So fucking stupid...," he mumbled.
Jae put his big, coarse hand on Evan's small shoulder. He smiled. "Don't worry about it, just explain it to me like, you know, a human."
Evan nodded. "Okay, uh. Yeah, I ... oh. It's three twenty-four. I have a three thirty class! Shit!" He bolted upright. "I. Uh. C-can. Do you come here? Will you be here later?"
Jae grinned. "I'll be in front. In my car. Around seven. And if you want, you can get in that car, too."
Evan gaped at him. After a sufficiently awkward silence, he said, "Oh, uh, yeah! Sure, that sounds good!"
"Cool. My place is a couple blocks from campus. We can even get dinner, if you want," Jae rumbled. "I don't got much at my place but we can order something."
"Uh, yeah, I'll meet you here ... around seven?" said Evan.
Jae gave him a little grin. "You better get to class, dude."
***
There was a deep-throated rumbling as the '71 Mustang rolled into the cafeteria's small parking lot. The top was down, a cigarette was burning, the Priest was screaming, and Evan was waiting. Jae hung a sinewy arm over the door and waved him forward. The other hand turned the music down.
The boy had been standing there looking pensive, then relieved once the car showed up. Then he looked surprised at the actual car.
He put his backpack in the back seat and took shotgun. "Wow, this is a ... this car is in really good shape!" he observed. "Like you," he mumbled. "Is this a Camaro?"
Jae chuckled. "I'm surprised. Most people see a muscle car and think it's a Mustang. Which this one is."
"I don't know much about cars," confessed Evan.
"Restored her myself," said Jae, running his hand affectionately over the dashboard.
"Wow, thats really cool! I don't think I can even change a tire," said Evan.
Jae shrugged. "Most people just call AAA nowadays." He pressed the clutch, shifted, and backed out of the parking lot.
A moment later, the car was roaring down the road. Jae's jet-black hair blew in the wind as Evan looked straight up, his own hair ruffling. Jae looked sideways at him .... taking in his pale skin, smooth neck, and pretty eyes. "You ever ride in a ragtop before?" asked Jae.
"A what?"
"A convertible."
"Oh, no," said Evan. "Well, maybe a long time ago. When I was really little."
Jae ashed over the side. "It can be a hassle, but it's worth it," he said, exhaling smoke from his nose. "So what year are you?"
"Sophomore. You?"
"I'm a part-time student right now, so I'm not too sure what I am," said Jae. "Probably about the same, credit-wise."
"Oh, so you have a job, or—oh my god!" yelled Evan, his eyes locked onto Jae's lap.
Jae knew
why
the boy was yelling. It was probably the fact that he looked like he was smuggling grapefruits and a summer sausage in his pants! But he asked anyway, because he loved hearing them talk about it. "What?"
"Y-you ... your ... is ... that ... you?" Evan gaped at the massive, tightly-packed bulge.
Jae looked down. "Yeah? Should it not be?"
"N-no, it's just. Holy shit, you're huge! Uh. Not that I'm staring," said Evan.
Jae spread his legs, ostensibly to get more comfortable—but it also gave Evan a better view. The boy's lips shifted, and finally, he looked away—though he did spare a few sidelong looks.
They pulled up under a carport in front of an old bungalow on a corner lot. The grass was very well-kept and many plants hung in the front.
"D-do you have a girlfriend here?" asked Evan.
"No?" said Jae. "Why?"
"All the flowers."
"I garden," said the metalhead. His heavy boots crunched over the cracked driveway as he showed Evan to the front door. Jae unlocked it. "Welcome to my place. Ain't much, but it's home." Jae bent down, undid his boots, and put them near the door next to a pair of flip flops and a couple sets of sneakers. Then he hung his vest. Evan followed his example—though he still had no spiky vest to take off.
The house was mostly furnished by the upscale designer called "Craigslist." There was a small computer desk against the wall, upon which Jae placed his laptop. An ugly, duct-taped couch was up against another wall with a mismatched armchair and loveseat. There was an amp, a rather fancy-looking guitar, and a music stand. The TV sat on a shelf that looked to be made of driftwood. A record player sat on top of a shelf full of vinyl. Heavy metal record covers and posters were on the wall. Boxes of car parts and a toolbox were lined up against the wall near the front entryway. The air in Jae's home was spiced with red pepper and incense.
"So, uh. I guess let's get started?" said Evan.
"Sure, you hungry?"
"I think I will be in a while," said Evan. "But I don't want to be trouble."
Jae shrugged. "It's no trouble, my treat."
"You don't have to spend money on me, I can pay for mine," said Evan.
Jae shook his head. "Don't worry about it. What do you like to eat? Chinese? Pizza? There's a decent Japanese place, too."
"How about Chinese?" asked Evan.
Jae nodded. "Sure." He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and came back, handing Evan a menu. "Let me know what you want."
After he hung up with the restaurant, Jae told Evan, "They said it'd be about 20 minutes."
"Uh, so ... you play guitar?" asked Evan, shuffling awkwardly.
Jae smiled. "Yeah, heavy metal, you a fan?"
"Uh, I guess, sometimes, I'm more into electronic stuff," admitted the boy, looking around, his hands clasped in front of him. .
"Put your backpack down, dude, wherever, get comfortable," chuckled Jae. "What, like, techno or something?"
Evan put his pack down near the car parts. "That's sort of like saying 'metal,' it's a broad category."
Jae nodded. "That makes sense. So you gonna show me how to get rid of those toolbars or whatever?"