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Subject: Jody, the Team, and the Navy Chapter 12 Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended. The author maintains full copyright of this material and licenses the use of it by fty as specified in information on the website. Please do not use it in any other published manner without the permission of the author. As this is erotic fiction featuring male to male sexuality, please leave this site if such stories are offensive to you. If you are under age in your jurisdiction, please leave this site at once. If you enjoy this story and others like it, please consider contributing to support fty at http://donate./donate.html . Thank you! I hope you enjoy this story, which concerns the sexual awakening and development of Jody through his college years and early career in the Navy. To add realism to the story, much of the story is set in real cities, college campuses, Naval bases, and places of business. No implication that these places are accepting of homosexuality is implied. Should you visit any of them, please maintain normal caution and do not assume you will be accepted. This story is set in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s, before the AIDS crisis began. Therefore, it is strictly condom-free. However, please note that neither the author nor fty is encouraging men of the 21st century to ignore the consequences of unprotected sex. Please love yourself and your future partners enough to be careful! Thanks to those who have taken the time to send me feedback about the story. I’ve never received “fan mail” before, so this is very exciting! Just so you know, this story has 16 chapters, so please keep reading and feel free to send me your feedback or comments. This story is the backstory of a character who will be included in a book to be published in the Fall, 2018, titled The Deputy Boys Book 1: The Invitation. Jody’s story is entirely separate from this book, although he is a character in that book. Without further ado, enjoy Jody, the Team, and the Navy! Best Regards, Kenneth Kirk Jody, the Team, and the Navy Chapter 12 On Saturday March 1, Scott and I helped Brandon and Blade move into their new apartment, a nice two-bedroom unit a couple of miles off base in an area called Colony Point that overlooked a portion of the Lafayette River. The apartment was not fancy, but it did feature a balcony with an impressive view of the river. Living at the apartment would be less convenient than at the BOQ, but it would provide a lot more privacy and would be more fun, no doubt. By the time we all feasted on pizza and beer that afternoon, I was a little jealous of my friends. Of course, we christened the apartment with a small, but hot orgy that left loads from Blade and Brandon in my ass and a load from Scott in my tummy. With Blade and Brandon living off base, I spent more time eating out and occasionally eating at their apartment as they worked to improve their culinary skills. I thought about trying to partner with Scott to get an apartment for us, but before I said anything, he told me Vern was buying a house and wanted him to move in as a house-mate/fuck toy. He figured it would work out until he got transferred out one of these days. So, I remained at the BOQ even after Scott moved in April. As I got more acquainted with the group, I learned they tried to have a major party every couple of months. During the colder months, the group would meet in Alex and Darren’s party room, but in warmer times, they would center the party on Alex and Darren’s nice backyard swimming pool. A couple of times a year they would rent a party boat and spend two or three days in an isolated cove on Chesapeake Bay. My first large party was near the end of February and took place in the party room. By that time, I knew Brandon, Scott, Blade, Alex, Darren, and Vern quite well, having bottomed for each of them many times. You won’t be surprised to know that Brandon and Darren were my favorites. I’d fallen in love with Brandon; however, I knew the limit of our potential since he considered himself “straight but slightly bent.” We both knew he would one day settle down with a woman to make a family. I’d also met LT Ted Golden who worked for Alex in Base Communications, CDR Kris Gleason who was a married man assigned to the Ship Repair Department, LTJG Jeff Rogers, who worked for Kris in Ship Repair, and LTCDR Miguel Rodriguez who ran the base gym. I’d met Miguel at the gym before I was into the group and had been quite drawn to his masculinity and well-developed muscular body. Imagine my excitement when Brandon mentioned that he was “in the group.” Miguel and Kris turned out to be exciting, manly, hard-driving tops who could turn my prostate to butter when they felt like it, even though at about seven and a half inches, they were easier to take than Brandon, Darren, Alex, or Scott. Ted topped me a couple of times, mostly just to say he had, I think, because he showed little interest in topping most of the time. Jeff was a bit more aggressive, but still not quite a major top like several of the other guys. Both Ted and Jeff were more average in size, measuring somewhat less than six inches, ulus escort which I found fun to suck. I didn’t plan it, but I had become a raging size queen! Len, my very first top, was eight and three-quarters inches long and about five and three-quarters in circumference. I knew he was bigger than most of my friends, but I didn’t realize that I might become so used to having a large dick in my butthole that more average-size dicks would leave me wanting more. Luckily, Coach Stan, Brandon, Scott, Darren, and Alex were all in the eight-inch range, too. Sigh. My sexual experience grew quite a bit thanks to the Navy crew. At the big party in April, some of the regulars approached me with a special request. They’d been watching me and realized I liked to bottom more than anyone else they knew. What can I say, it was true! Anyhow, one of them had seen a porn flick in which a guy took two dicks in his ass at the same time. And, they wondered if I would consider it because they thought it would be really hot to see, even if they weren’t one of the lucky ones. My first thought was, hell, no! But then I thought about how much I love having a dick in my throat and one in my ass at the same time. I began to fantasize about it sometimes. It sounded really hot! Later I told Brandon about the request and shared that I was considering it but was afraid of damaging myself or stretching my ass so much it wouldn’t be tight for one guy at a time. That was his concern, too. We went to Alex and Darren’s a couple of nights later for a private party � just the four of us. Over dinner we discussed the request and the, uh, geometry of two dicks in one hole. Someone came up with the idea we needed to make some measurements. So, when we adjourned to the party room, we started the festivities with a tape measure Alex’s mom had used in her sewing. Wrapping that around our dicks was slightly weird, but necessity overcame squeamishness about it once belonging to his mother. It was a hysterical process and it yielded some fascinating data, presented below. Our measurements were: Jody: 6.9″ long with a circumference of 5.0″; Alex: 8.2″ long with a circumference of 5.5″; Darren: 8.5″ long with a circumference of 5.9″; and Brandon: 8.6″ long with a circumference of 5.9″. As far as I could tell, Brandon and Darren were the proud owners of the fattest cocks I’d had the pleasure of taking. Secretly, I thought Coach Jordan had been a smidgeon bigger, but perhaps it was my less-experienced asshole that thought that. At any rate, a girth of about six inches seemed to be as large as normal cocks got. So, we got Brandon to lie on top of Darren with feet in opposite directions. Just getting them into position was rather funny. Brandon then slid up on Darren’s body until the underside of his cock bumped up against the underside of Darren’s. When I wrapped my fingers around the two cocks, there were several inches between my thumb and index finger. “Fuck, guys,” I groaned, “that’s a lot of cock!” “Just measure it,” Alex instructed. “Save your judgment until later.” When Alex and I wrapped the tape measure around the two huge dicks, the total circumference was just about ten inches. “No way you are going to take that much dick, Jody!” Brandon said. “I like fucking you solo and don’t want to mess that up.” “Ditto,” said Darren. “Okay,” Alex said. “What about two more normal sized dicks?” “We’ll measure the two of you,” Darren said with a chuckle. We spent the next several minutes getting them off the table and Alex and me into the position. “Damn, this feels strange,” I said as I teetered on Alex’s thighs. We worked for a moment, pumping our dicks to be sure we were good and hard. When they read the result of the measurement, the combination of Alex’s 5.5″ and my 5.0″ was about 9″. “I don’t think I want to take that much either. This isn’t going to work.” “You know,” Alex said, “several of the guys are thinner than you, I think, don’t you?” I looked at my cock and tried to imagine all the guys’ cocks. “Maybe,” I said. “Yeah,” Brandon said thoughtfully. “Ted is.” “I think Jeff is,” said Darren. “Thomas?” asked Alex. “Definitely,” answered Brandon. “What if you had two who were four and a half?” wondered Alex. “Um, I’d guess about eight, maybe a little less,” Darren mused. “That’s still over two inches more than either of you,” I pointed out. “Suppose we gave you a muscle relaxant and waited until the end of one of our marathons when you’d already been thoroughly fucked?” Brandon asked. He took the tape measure and made an 8-inch circle with it. Then he slipped it down over Darren’s cock so we could see how much bigger that was. Looked at it that way, it looked more possible. That night, I took all three studs, one at a time, of course. Darren fucked me a second time after the first round. While he was pounding me, he stuck a finger into my hole beside his cock. I felt it, but it wasn’t painful. He got a second finger in, too, before I realized he was helping me gage how much I could take. It was when he was fucking me with his big cock yeni mahalle escort and two fingers that I realized I was probably going to try a double penetration one day. A few days later, Alex called me at the BOQ to inquire if I was still considering “a double.” When I admitted I was, he said he was considering a dinner party Saturday night and could invite a couple of the guys who might be “good for our experiment” if I was interested. I thought about it for a couple of seconds, but the throb in my dick convinced me what my answer should be. So, on Saturday, Brandon, Blade, Scott, Vern, Ted, Jeff, and I arrived at the commanders’ place for dinner. When the meal was concluded, we were served cocktails and shared a couple of joints. After we’d finished our drinks and the weed, Darren called me to the bar where he gave me a pill and a shot glass of water. “Muscle relaxant,” he said quietly. I popped the pill and then we adjourned to the party room, where everyone got naked and the festivities began. At first, Jeff, Ted, and I were all treated as respected bottoms, given long gentle rim jobs as we took turns orally servicing our masculine tops. A sort of round-robin occurred which allowed most of the guys to eat each prime ass and enjoy some talented cocksucking, too. Then phase 2 began, which was a round robin in which the six tops reamed the three bottoms for almost an hour before the tops blessed us with their cumloads causing both Jeff and me to explode, too. After the orgasms subsided, there was no dick for my ass since Ted was saving himself for the experiment. Even so, I got no respite. Darren brought out a dildo that looked quite fat. Putting me on my back, he lifted my ankles to his shoulders and stood in almost the position he would to top me. As he greased up the dildo, he motioned to Brandon, who came to my side, leaned down and began making out with me in a very sensuous way that took my breath away. Alex pushed Brandon off my lips and opened a tiny brown bottle under my nose, saying, “Breathe.” When I did, I got an immediate rush of feeling throughout my upper body that seemed to relax me momentarily. Brandon resumed his loving kisses and soon I felt pressure at my hole. I pushed back to relax and open my bung for penetration. The head of the dildo passed into my anus and then it stopped. Darren maintained the forward pressure while he began slowly rotating the end he held so that the rubber cock pushed on the inside of the sphincter just past the rosebud. He wiggled it a bit, too. Darren’s movements, Brandon’s kisses, my earlier fucks, and the muscle relaxant combined to help me open up more than I ever had before. The dildo started sliding in. Instantly there was that sharp pain every bottom knows from time to time and I groaned into Brandon’s mouth. Darren stopped advancing, but the pain remained for at least ten seconds. Then my hole managed to accommodate the big ass stretcher and the pain evaporated. I moaned more in pleasure than pain. Without going deep, Darren began fucking my hole with the dildo. After a few minutes of a pleasant, if slightly challenging, fuck, Darren again began pushing the dildo out in a circle that pressed on the entire inner surface of my sphincter, stretching it in a full 360-degree circle. I found this rather uncomfortable and, for some reason, had a little trouble breathing, but I could tell my asswalls had stretched more than they’d ever been asked to stretch before. I fidgeted beneath Brandon and he broke our kiss, taking his tongue out of my mouth and looking intently into my eyes. “Are you okay, baby?” he asked with concern. Between “Ohs!” and groans I managed to say, “Yes.” “We can stop if you want.” I shook my head. I was quite nervous, but I wanted to try. Really. With Brandon no longer blocking my vision, I noticed that Scott was blowing Jeff while Blade was sucking Ted off to one side. For several more minutes, Darren worked my ass over with that rubber cock. The pain went away and the uncomfortable feeling lessened. Brandon kissed me more and I felt my anxiety flow out. “Are you guys ready?” Darren asked. Given an affirmative answer from the two designated tops, he said, “Get into position, please.” Ted moved to the leather-covered table and lay in the center on his back. Jeff stood to one side near Ted’s right foot. Brandon pulled away. Lovingly gazing into my eyes, he said softly, “Stop anytime you feel you want to, okay?” I nodded and felt the dildo exit my hole. Brandon and Alex helped me stand and move to the table where Ted lay, his skinny little body waiting, small cock standing as tall as it could, dripping with lube. I climbed onto the table and straddled him. We smiled at each other and I reached behind myself to grasp his cock. I rose on my knees and scooted backwards until I could drop down a bit and bring my asshole into perfect position on Ted’s cock. I sat right down on his dick with no effort at all. I had a momentary vision of his dick wobbling around without touching my flesh inside me. Honestly, it felt as if I had just sat on one of Alex’s fingers. This didn’t feel very sexy, frankly. Darren held a small bottle of poppers to my left nostril as he pinched my right nostril closed. I inhaled a strong smell of sweaty socks that brought a rush to my head. Jeff climbed onto the table behind me, touching my side at the waistline to steady himself. He shifted around for a moment, crawling over all our legs to find some space for his knees. I tensed up as he fumbled around and, especially, when I felt his cockhead against my ass just above Ted’s cock. Alex stepped to one side and touched my belly. I looked at him and he said, “Don’t be afraid. He’ll take it slow and stop if it’s too much.” I nodded and leaned over Ted in order to better align my hole with Jeff’s cock. Darren gave me a second hit of the poppers. The pressure against my sphincter increased. I felt just the tip of this second cock sliding into the space above the first cock. There was no pain for a second or two until the broader corona forced its way into my sphincter, immediately stretching my ass lining to the utmost. “Oh, shit!” I exclaimed, the pain shooting from my ass throughout my body. “Ow! Fuck, that hurts!” Jeff held still with about an inch or inch and a half of his dick inside me. “God, that’s so tight!” he said. “It’s splitting me open!” I yelled. “It’s not. Relax!” Alex said as he stroked my belly. “Push!” Darren commanded as he held the brown bottle to my nose. I drew more of the poppers into my nose and the sharpness of the pain in my ass passed, becoming more of a strong ache. I pushed and the pain decreased noticeably. Jeff must’ve felt my ass-grip weaken as he immediately surged forward an inch or two. “Oooooh!” I wailed. Suddenly I became aware of my own cock for the first time in a while. It throbbed as a blob of pre-cum surged out to slowly drip down onto Ted’s belly. Jeff paused again. I pushed again. He pushed again, but this time my body accepted the additional inch without pain. From beneath me, Ted groaned. I felt him push a bit deeper into my guyts. “You’re doing so well, Jody,” Alex said. “There’s just one more push. Are you ready?” “Yeah,” I croaked. Jeff pushed in and I yelped, “Ow!” “That’s it!” Jeff yelled out. Ted moaned, “Oh, baby!” “Unbelievable!” Scott murmured from somewhere behind me. “No shit!” Brandon added. The pain was subsiding surprisingly fast. I leaned further down over Ted, thus arching my back, which seemed to relieve some of the pressure inside my hole. “Oh!” I said from wonder rather than pain. “Oh, Jeff,” I said as I realized this hot fantasy was actually reality. “Fuck me, dude!” “Yeah?” Jeff asked as if he wasn’t sure. “Fuck him!” Ted commanded from the bench. This felt rather strange, but it was becoming better by the second. “Please, sir!” A 22-year-old LTJG doesn’t get called “Sir” a lot and my acceptance of his dominance seemed to turn him on more. He groaned and slowly pulled his cock back a couple of inches. Pausing only for a second, he pushed back into my center. Soon he was fucking with a normal pace and power. Beneath us, Ted twitched, moaning a bit as he experienced some unusual sensations. When I was no longer in pain, I leaned down so I could kiss Ted’s cute face and sweet lips. I liked Ted and was glad to feel so much more cock while he was fucking me. Damn, this was a hot time! Jeff kept up a good, solid fuck that pushed my need for release ever higher until finally, after almost eleven minutes, my body responded to all the physical stimulation in my asshole as well as the erotic nature of what we were doing. I pulled my lips away from Ted’s and screamed out, “Oh, fu-uck!” A massive load exploded in about ten spurts across Ted’s torso and face as I screamed with each shot. My over-stretched hole, nevertheless, clamped on the two cocks inside me which drove Jeff over the threshold into his orgasm, too. Once he and I had quit shooting, he slowly withdrew and my ass felt awfully empty, especially considering a cock was still there. I rose a couple of inches and Ted’s cock popped out, very drippy with extra lube and with Jeff’s ejaculate. A few strokes of Jeff’s hand brought a big load out of Ted then. We all showered. Everyone wanted to clap me on the back and wash my back or belly or something. While the others prepared to go home, Brandon carried me into the spare room and put me in bed, crawling in beside me and spooning me. “Are you okay?” he whispered into my ear. “Yeah,” I snuggled against him. “Sore?” “Yeah.” “Bad?” “No. Not like I’m injured. More like my sphincter is exhausted and feels the way my arms do after a major workout. You know?” “Yes, I get it.” He rubbed my belly. “You were incredible tonight, Jody” “It was a very weird feeling.” “Did you enjoy it?” “Well,” I thought, did I? After a moment I pushed my ass back against Brandon’s cock. “I don’t know if I would use the word `enjoy.’ It was a lot of hard work and there was quite a bit of pain. I’m not sure I exactly enjoyed it.” I paused for a couple of seconds. “But I have to say, it was very, very hot!” “As an observer,” Brandon chuckled, “I’d have to say I agree. It was very, very hot!” “Glad you liked it,” I said slowly as I was suddenly aware of how exhausted I was/ “Go to sleep, honey.” He’s never called me that before, I thought as I drifted off.

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Subject: Fraternity Rush Week, Part 5 Here’s the fifth chapter of my story, Fraternity Rush Week: http://www.//gay/college/fraternity-rush-week/ Thank you for your help and consideration! FRATERNITY RUSH WEEK, PART 5 If you’ve enjoyed this or any other story on Nifty, pleaseconsider donating to help keep this valuable, and highly entertaining, fty/donate.html ******** My apologies for falling off the face of the Earth, but I’mback at work on “Fraternity Rush Week.” Thanks everyone who offered feedback on the previous fourchapters! Please send any comments to hoo. ******** PREVIOUSLY … Travis was hard, too; he nestled his cock verticallybetween my ass cheeks. “There’s nothing wrong with your body, and you havenothing to be ashamed about,” he added, squeezing my cock for emphasis. “If abunch of dudes want to gawk at your dick, let `em. If they don’t like what theysee, who gives a shit?” He moved his mouth from my ear down my neck, licking,kissing and nibbling as he went. I moaned, and my body quivered. “But I likegawking at your dick,” he rasped, thrusting his own cock against me. Travis then abruptly pulled away, and lightly smackedmy ass. “Right now, though,” he continued, “we better get dressed, or elsewe’re going to end up making another fucking mess.” ******** Risking the wrath of my roommate, I gave Travis one ofhis T-shirts, figuring he’d never miss it. Once dressed, I swung by thecafeteria to grab myself a cup of coffee and smuggle out a banana and apple forTravis, who waited, slouched in a chair in the dorm lobby, fending off sleep. Armed with what passed for breakfast, we headed acrosscampus on an unseasonably warm winter morning, me to English Composition, andTravis to find where he parked the previous night. Both of us dazed from acombination of alcohol, weed and lack of sleep, we walked together in comfortablesilence, at least until Travis tapped my arm with a “Hey … hey.” “So, does this turn you on?” he asked as the peeledbanana disappeared into his mouth. He wriggled his eyebrows — whether playfullyor seductively? — as he attempted to deep throat the phallic fruit. Withinseconds, however, Travis was tripped up by his own gag reflex and began towretch. I burst out laughing, which had the unfortunate sideeffect of spraying a mouthful of hot coffee everywhere. “Serves you right,” Isputtered, wiping my mouth and shirt. “You need some practice before you trythat kind of trick.” His eyes still watering, he took a bite of banana and,with a broad, child-like smile that exposed a mouthful of fruit, replied, “Knowwhere I can get any?” My head swiveled so quickly that I almost pulled amuscle. “You’re playing a dangerous game, mister,” I answered, trying (again)to assess the meaning behind his words. Still smirking, Travis casuallyshrugged as he noisily ate his banana. Before I could launch an interrogation, we arrived atthe point where our paths diverged. “Well …,” I sighed, not knowing what to say.I’d see Travis again in eight or nine hours, when he picked me up to go toanother event at the fraternity house, of course. But we’d shared so much sincelast night that it felt like saying goodbye was … a momentous occasion. Westood staring at each uncomfortably for a couple of seconds, and then Travismoved in as if to hug me, but then pulled back. I made similarly awkward motionsbefore I abandoned any idea of a public display of affection. “So … dude,” Travis said with a faint chuckle, tryingto diffuse the tension. “I’ll stop by around 6, so we can, um, hang out beforethe thing?” “Sounds good … dude,” I replied, and we both laughed.He lightly punched my shoulder, and then allowed his hand to glide down thelength of my arm before finally pulling away. “Later,” he added, and then setoff to find his car. I watched him for a good 20 paces, until he finallyglanced back, flashed a smile and gave a casual wave. Moments later, I was seated in English Composition andreplaying in my head the events of the past day and a half. (Really? Had itonly been that long?) My face burned and my dick stiffened at the thought ofeverything Travis and I had done. I was a horny 18-year-old, sure, but I alsorealized I was falling — and hard — for this boy. I tried not to focus too muchon that part, as I knew I would twist myself into an emotional knot envisioninga dozen different terrible scenarios in which this relationship could fallapart. Hell, is it even a “relationship,” or is Travis just really adept atgetting exactly what he wanted, from girls or from guys? I snapped out of what could very well turn into adownward spiral, only to realize class was in session, and had been for 20minutes. The remainder of my Friday classes unfolded in an identical fashion,with me distracted alternately by my insecurities and my hard dick. The latterwas addressed by the occasional, surreptitious squeeze of the lump in pants,but the former hung there. By a little after 4 o’clock, I was mentally andphysically exhausted, but looking forward to returning to my room for a napbefore Travis (hopefully) returned. I had little memory of the walk back to thedorm — I could have teleported, for all I knew — but I entered my room withrelief, and kicked off my shoes and stripped off my jeans before I was threesteps in. However, just as I was about to collapse on my bed (crusty sheets andall), there was a knock. Thinking it was Travis arriving early, I bounded overand opened the door, only to find my neighbor Ryan, who that very morning had stoodat that very spot to tell me he smelled our weed and heard our sexualactivities. “Oh, hey, Ryan,” I mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant.Although still wearing the standard khaki shorts, he’d lost the sweatshirt andwas bare-chested. Blond with close-cropped hair, Ryan was smooth and toned, butnot exactly muscular. He was my height, which made it all the more difficultnot to look him in the eye. “Hey, man, I was just hanging out in my room and heardyour door,” he said, earnestly. “I’m not, uh, interrupting anything, am I?” Hiseyes roamed the room from the doorway, obviously tandoğan escort searching for Travis. “Nah, I just got out of class, and was going to relaxfor a little while,” I answered, honestly. “Yeah, I like to `relax,’ too, after class,” Ryansaid, laughing as he made the universal hand gesture for masturbation. “So, uh,can I come in for a second?” “Yeah, sure,” I said, stepping out of his way whiletrying to figure out what he could possibly want. He sniffed the air. “It’s a little … gamey in here,”he laughed. I blushed and slid past him, scanning my bed sheets for any glaringstains. I quickly threw the blanket over my bed. “Nah, man, don’t even worryabout it,” he continued. “My sheets are crying out for the washer, and myroommate’s are so stiff they could walk to the laundry room.” We shared a laugh, which soon trailed off intosilence. “So,” Ryan sighed, “about this morning …” My stomach knotted up again.”Sorry about that.” I must’ve done a Looney Tunes-style double take.”Sorry?” I asked, dumfounded. “Yeah, man,” he continued, staring at the floor. “Ididn’t mean to embarrass you … or your friend.” If he only knew that Travis wasseemingly immune to embarrassment. He finally looked into my eyes and chargedon. “I just didn’t want you to get in trouble. Like I said, I won’t tellANYONE, I swear.” I briefly processed what Ryan said, and then finallyresponded, “I believe you, and I appreciate it. I’m kind of new to, um, that …”I broke eye contact, then pressed on. “We got kind of carried away.” I blushedagain. Ryan laughed again. “Hey, man, I’m just glad SOMEONEis getting laid.” He gave me a playful shove. I chuckled. “What? I can hear bedsprings through thewall several nights a week.” I didn’t tell him that those noises frequentlyprovided the soundtrack to my jerkoff sessions. He paused for a beat, and then let out another laugh.”Man, that’s my fucking roommate, Sean. He’s not getting laid, he’s justbeating his meat like it owes him money.” I joined in his laughter. “He’s sogoddamn horny, all the fucking time, he doesn’t care if I’m asleep or not, hejust starts pounding his pud. I tell him he’s going to break it off one day.” My stomach was beginning to hurt from the laughter. “Iwon’t lie, I give my dick plenty of exercise,” Ryan wheezed, “But I try to bequiet about it, and at least wait until I THINK my roomie’s asleep.” I plopped down on my bed and leaned back, trying tocatch my breath. I always thought Ryan was nice enough (and undeniably cuteenough) from our brief interactions, but it turned out he was also hilarious. Iwiped tears from my eyes as Ryan peered around my room. Finally, he glancedtoward my crotch, and casually observed, “You’ve got an escapee there.” I quickly looked down and, sure enough, the fly of myboxers was gaping open, exposing my little semi-hard prick. I blushed again,and closed the gap. “Sorry!” “Don’t worry about it,” Ryan said, still eyeing mycrotch. “Happens all the time to me. One of the pitfalls of boxers.” He wasquiet for a few moments, then said, “Well, I just wanted to make sure we’recool.” “Yeah,” I assured, smiling faintly. “We’re cool.” “Well, then, don’t be a stranger,” he said as he headedback out the door. I fell back on my bed, and my hand went instinctivelyto the fly of my boxers, where it lightly pinched the head of my thickeningdick. Normally, I’d not hesitate to jerk off before a nap; hey, it helped me torelax. But Travis changed even that. If I blew my load now, would it make melast longer later, or simply lessen my interest? What was an 18-year-old gayguy to do? I suddenly had my answer: I kicked off my boxers, thenrummaged through my desk draw for a Sharpie marker before swiping the handlotion from my roommate’s closet. Lying back on my bed, I put a glob of lotionin my hand before coating the Sharpie with it. Then, bending my knees andspreading my legs, I traced the marker down my taint until it found its target.Applying pressure, after a couple of tries, it slipped into my tight pucker. Ibriefly considered stopping to find a slightly larger object — doesn’t myroommate have a lint brush somewhere? — before deciding this would have to do.I drove the marker in and out of my hole, moaning and occasionally whisperingTravis’ name. My five-inch dick was throbbing, but I ignored it, insteadtugging on my nuts with one hand and fucking myself with the other. I didn’t really have an endgame in mind; I didn’t wantto cum, I just needed to do what a I could to feed this craving. It wasn’texactly satisfying, but I doubted anything short of Travis’ cock would be.Within 15 minutes, though, I’d fallen asleep like that, naked from the waistdown, and a marker wedged in my asshole. The next thing I knew, there was a pounding at thedoor. I jumped out of bed, utterly disoriented. The Sharpie popped out of myass and landed on the floor. The clock read 6:17 p.m., so I realized it waslikely Travis. Grabbing a towel off my desk chair, I covered my nakedness andmoved to the door. “Travis?” I asked. “No,” a voice that was definitely Travis’ answered.”It’s the FBI. This is a raid.” I opened the door to find him standing there, smiling,with a green shopping bag in his hand. He’d apparently gone home, because hewore different clothes and look refreshed. Hell, he looked hot. He walked pastme, and looked back at the towel pulled tight around my waist. “Start without me?” he chuckled. He then glancedaround to see the bottle of lotion on the bed, and the discarded boxers and ejectedSharpie on the floor. “Wait, you did! You horny fucker!” Travis put the shopping bag on my desk, and then gaveme the warm hug we both wanted this morning when we parted company. I returnedthe embrace, causing the towel to drop to the floor. His hands slid down togrip my bare ass. “Were you strokin’, or finger-fucking yourself?” he whisperedin my ear. I sheepishly admitted, “Well, not EXACTLYfinger-fucking …” He stepped back and with a broad smile declared, “Themarker? Nice.” I started to retrieve the towel, tunalı escort but Travis said, “Nah, leaveit.” I felt exposed, with Travis fully dressed, and me wearingonly a shirt. He lightly tweaked the tip of my dick before stepping back to thedesk. Rummaging through the shopping bag, he beamed, “I bought you something!” “What? You didn’t have to,” I answered, surprised thathe’d get me a present. “Duh,” he answered, rolling his eyes. “But I wantedto. I had to go shopping anyway.” He then produced a three-pack of whitebriefs, Hanes, just like he wore. Travis nearly glowed as he handed them to me.”Try them on.” They were mediums, which I was certain would be toosmall, but I relented. Travis watched intently as I stepped into the cottonunderwear. By the time they reached my upper thighs, they were a bit snug. Ilooked up at Travis and lamented, “I don’t know …” “They’ll fit, I promise,” he answered, crouching downto offer assistance. He pulled and nudged the fabric over my little package andample ass, until the waistband snapped into place. They were indeed tight, butnot exactly uncomfortable. “See? Have a mirror?” I nodded toward the closet, and Travis opened thedoor, revealing my reflection. These briefs left little to the imagination, butjudging from Travis’ face, that’s exactly what he envisioned. My balls andprick were bunched up in a neat package, and when he turned my lower half, Igot to see that my ass looked, well, pretty damned good. “Better than thosefucking boxers,” he declared, and I couldn’t argue with him. Travis rubbed my cotton-encased buns as he assessedme, or maybe the both of us, in the mirror. “So, you think they’d hold itagainst us if we skipped the party tonight?” he asked with a smirk that let meknow he wasn’t entirely serious. “We could stay here, smoke a bowl, and eatbananas.” He playfully smacked my ass, and turned away. He flopped down on mybed as I began to rummage through my closet for something to wear. We made small talk, sharing the events of our separatedays, but Travis perked up when he heard about Ryan’s visit. “He probably wantsyour dick, K,” he casually determined. “What? No!” I blushed as I buttoned my shirt. “All right, but I’m telling you,” he said,confidently. “He wants the D.” “You haven’t even met him,” I laughed, pulling onkhakis. “We’ll see,” Travis replied. “Just remember what Isaid.” With that, he was finished with the conversation, and began makingpreparations to smoke a bowl. The towel stuffed under the door, and the windowopen, Travis settled into his perch on the heating/air-conditioning unit, andlit up. After taking a couple of hits, he held it out for me. I inhaled deeply,and coughed, before returning the wooden bowl to him. “What else is in the bag?” I asked, spotting it on thedesk again. “None of your business, nosy,” he playfully replied.”You may get to see, later … if you’re a good boy.” Following a few more tokes each, we primped in thecloset mirror, Travis making the final touches to my hair and then his own.Grabbing our coats, we headed downstairs and out the door to Travis’ car,parked in a designated loading zone. As he started the engine, the GratefulDead blared on the stereo. I began to loudly sing along to “Bertha,” realizingjust how high I was. “You’ve got a good voice,” Travis observed, making meblush. He adjusted the volume, then his hand came to rest on my knee.Distracted, I lost track of the lyrics, and resorted to humming along until Ipicked up again with the chorus. We drove like that, all the way to thefraternity house, with Travis gently, and repeatedly, squeezing my leg, andoccasionally joining me in song. Travis found a parking spot about a block away fromthe house. Stepping out of the car, we smirked at each other as we paused toadjust our erections. Horny, tired and high, we marched together down thesidewalk toward the fraternity house, where music drifted up from the basement. Inside we were greeted by an array of familiar faces,and some new ones. Additional fraternity members and alumni turned out for theparty, in no small part because the guests included their sister sorority, andan assortment of other young women. Although it was technically a “dry” event,in accordance with university rules, we quickly learned there were smaller,”private” parties being held in some of the rooms upstairs, where beer andliquor were plentiful. Grant, one of the guys who accompanied us on thescavenger hunt, introduced me to gin and tonic, for which I rapidly acquired ataste. After the second glass, I looked around to realize that Travis had leftthe room. Already high, and now buzzed, I clumsily stood up from a beanbagchair, and carefully made my way downstairs, to the basement. There, dozens ofguys and girls mingled, and danced. I wandered around the spacious room, acknowledging friendlyfaces as I went, until I finally laid eyes on Travis. He was dancing with anattractive blonde girl, who said something in his ear, and then laughed. She touchedhis face, his arm, his hip. I froze maybe six or eight feet away from them, and mystomach churned. I felt as if I needed to throw up, but I knew I hadn’t drunkTHAT much gin. It suddenly registered that I was jealous, although, even in mypot- and alcohol-induced haze, I knew I had no right to be. Nevertheless, Iwas, and I had to get out of there, immediately. However, before I could turn,Travis caught sight of me. He smiled broadly, and waved me over, only for hisexpression to abruptly shift as he realized something was wrong. I turned, and as politely as I could, pushed my waythrough the mass of bodies, and bounded up the stairs to the first floor,losing my footing only once. I momentarily considered running out the door andback to campus, but instead headed to the second floor, to a bathroom. Luckily,miraculously, it was unoccupied. I locked the door behind me, and ran coldwater in one of the twin sinks. I splashed my face, trying to will myself notto cry or throw up. As upset as I was, I also felt ridiculous. After türbanlı escort all,Travis and I barely knew each other; it’s not as if were boyfriends. Hell, hemade it clear he’s not even gay, at least not in the way I was. I tried to control my breathing and reel in my racingthoughts when I heard a knock. “I’ll be out in a minute!” I announced. Thefamiliar, muffled voice replied, “K? Keith? Let me in.” I didn’t answer, but instead silently prayed forTravis to go away. He didn’t, unfortunately. “OK, fine,” he continued. “Butwhen people get pissed because they can’t use this bathroom, I’m going to telleveryone you have the screaming shits.” Laughing, despite myself, I knew Travis would dofollow through on his threat, without giving it a second thought. I reluctantlyunlocked the door and opened it, allowing an obviously concerned Travis inside.”What’s going on?” he asked. “Did someone say something to you?” I looked away, wiping at my runny nose with shirtsleeve. “No, it’s nothing,” I mumbled. “It’s stupid.” Travis gripped my arm and turned me to face him. “Tellme who upset you. I’ll kick his fucking ass.” I briefly studied his face, andknew he was dead serious. I let out a weak laugh in response. “We’re not leaving here until you tell me whathappened,” Travis insisted. “I don’t care how many people need to take a shit.” Realizing he wasn’t going to let this go, Isurrendered. “No one did anything,” I muttered. “It’s just me. I’m being …stupid.” He cocked his head so that he looked like an adorable,inquisitive puppy. “I saw you with that girl, and I got jealous,” I confessed,fearing I’d begin to cry. “I know I shouldn’t be. We just met, I know you’renot gay … I’m … sorry.” Travis put a hand on each of my shoulders, andsqueezed, reassuringly. “Hey,” he said, encouraging me to look at him. “Hername’s Christie Waggoner. We’ve known each other since fourth grade. I think wemay have held hands once, on the playground, but that’s it. She popped her headinto Grant’s room, and I went out into the hall to say hi. We ended up goingdownstairs to dance, that’s all. I would’ve told you all of that in thebasement, but … you ran away.” He wiped my cheek and smiled. “Look,” he continued, “Idon’t know what’s going on between us, but I like you, a lot — and not justbecause you’re good at sucking dick and eating ass.” We both laughed. “Maybe I’mbi, maybe I’m just into you. Whatever.” Travis pulled me close and spoke intomy ear, “But I’m not just hooking up with you until I find some girl who’llgive me head.” He licked my earlobe, and then planted light kisses downmy neck. I moaned, and Travis responded by grinding his crotch against me; hewas hard. Then, to my surprise, he pressed his lips to mine, almost chastely atfirst. But when I kissed back, he steadied my head with both hands, and pushedhis tongue into my mouth. Sure, I’d sucked Travis’ cock, and we’d fingered eachother, but this was our first kiss, and it was incredible. I held him tighter asour boners rubbed together, and we explored each other’s mouth. The spell was broken by a pounding at the bathroomdoor. Travis simply yelled, “Occupied!” Barely missing a beat, he reached downto unbutton and unzip my khakis, and then tugged me toward the nearby toilet.Sitting on the seat, with me facing him, Travis pulled my pants and too-tightbriefs to mid-thigh, freeing my stiff five-incher. “We can’t –!” I protested, but he simply looked up atme with a grin. He gave my boner a couple of strokes before inching his facecloser. I was in disbelief, at first about his obvious disregard of the dangersof getting caught, but then about what he did next: He hesitantly licked thehead of my dick. I stifled a groan as he paused, as if to assess the task athand, before diving back in to lick all around the helmet. “Fuuuuuuck,” I moaned. Travis looked up with adevilish grin before taking the head between his lips. He gripped my bare assin each hand, and worked a finger between the cheeks. I somehow resisted theurge to thrust my hips. Although my dick wasn’t big by any stretch of theimagination, I knew this was the first time he’d sucked one. Besides, this wasa first for me, too, and I wanted it to last. To hell with the people waitingto get into the bathroom. I winced as Travis scraped his teeth along my dick,but I could endure the discomfort; the last thing I wanted was to discouragehim. Luckily, he had received enough head in his young lifetime to figure outthe technique, if a little clumsily, and he concentrated on tonguing the headand shaft, rather than attempting to take the (admittedly modest) length. Simplyseeing my prick between Travis’ lips was nearly enough to drive me over theedge. Another banging at the door caused me to jump. “Hurryup in there!” a girl’s voice demanded. Travis pulled off my cock, and wiped hismouth with the back of his hand. “Just a minute,” he replied in a singsongvoice that made me laugh. Looking up at me with a grin, he whispered, “You close?”I nodded, and he started stroking my spike in earnest. “Cum for me, K,” hesaid. “Give me your fucking load.” I thought I was going to shoot as soon as those wordscrossed his lips. I could barely comprehend that Travis was sucking my dick, sothe idea that he might take my jizz never even crossed my mind. He took justthe head back in to his mouth, and jerked the exposed length with two fingersand a thumb. “Oh-oh-oh fuck!” I panted. “Gonna cum, Travis!” Hislips closed tight over the tip of my dick as I unloaded three powerful blasts.Travis coughed but, to his credit, didn’t remove his mouth. When my softeningprick slid out, cum spilled down his chin. He simply smiled and caught the tricklewith his fingers. He then stood and kissed me, releasing at least part of myload into my mouth. I felt as if I might faint. Travis broke the kiss, and swiftly wiped the jizz fromhis lips and then from mine. “How’d I do?” he whispered. I caught my breath,and replied, “Fuckin’ awesome.” He grabbed a piece of toilet paper, wiped the cum andsaliva from my cock, and helped me with my briefs and pants. With a flush ofthe commode and a glimpse in the mirror, to ensure there were no telltale signsof what we’d been up to, Travis unlocked and opened the bathroom door. Outsidewas a line of four or five people, both guys and girls. “Sorry,” Travis offered as we walked past the impatientcrowd. “My friend can’t hold his alcohol.” To be continued …

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Subject: Finding Myself 1 – Gay College ail Finding Myself Chapter One Disclaimer: This is my first time creating a story to contribute on this site, but I hope that this is just the beginning. The events in my stories are real, but names and places have been changed. I thought it would be neat to share some of my adventures of finding myself, exploring my sexuality and coming to terms and comfortable with the person I am today. I?m including a short background to get you caught up to my college years. I enjoy the pureness of relating to an experience, good or bad, hot or not, and understanding the roller coaster that life presents to us. Perhaps you can relate to some of my stories, or had similar experiences. Please enjoy if stories about gay sex aren?t off limits to you. Otherwise, I welcome your feedback. My name is Stan and I grew up with my sister and parents in an urban city neighborhood within Washington, DC. While I don?t know when I first realized I was attracted to boys, I remember when I first started to explore my curiosities. Around the age of 12, I can recall when I first saw another boy?s cock. Growing up, I was friends with two brothers who lived down the street, Danny and Kevin. Danny was 14 and Kevin was also 12. Sometimes we would hang out and play together as a trio, or sometimes only one would come over to play. We were best friends, and one day the three of us wound up playing the ole game of ?show me yours, show you mine.? As innocent as it was to flash each other glimpses of our cocks, even amongst the two brothers, it soon progressed where we found ourselves many times touching each other?s cock, sucking each other, jerking off together or each other, swallowing and even thinking that we were successfully trying anal (we weren?t!). We played with each other often as a group or one on one, either during the day or during a sleepover. In hindsight, I didn?t realize how lucky I had become. In fact, since they shared a bedroom, I wonder if they would play together on their own. Perhaps Kevin sucking Danny?s cock every night before bedtime. One day Kevin was over and we were in my room with the door locked. We were enjoying ourselves, playing with each other?s cock, rubbing them together, taking turns sucking each other. Along the way we were rubbing our bodies together and also kissing. I had learned about hickeys and was curious of them, and I tried to give Kevin one. It worked to my surprise, and I was proud..not realizing the severity of what I had just done. Then all of a sudden my Mom knocked and tried to open the bedroom door. It was locked, but it was a simple eye hook latch, so while the door wouldn?t open up, it still opened a bit so a crack emerged and one could see inside if they wanted. Based on how my bed was positioned in relation to the door, I?m sure that she saw that we were both naked on the bed, perhaps even with each other?s cock in our mouth. We obviously scrambled to get dressed, unlock the door and pretend that nothing was happening. I?m sure that my Mom saw rus escort through the crack but she didn?t say anything. We quickly parted ways, looking forward to the next time we could play. Little did we know that I let our secret out and it would be the last time I was allowed to play with Danny and Kevin. Their mom flipped out when Kevin came home with a hickey and called my parents and me for answers. The call was a blur, but I remember feeling sad and rejected for something that I felt was completely blamed for, despite us all being equal participants. I suppose two brothers really weren?t going to ?out? themselves and admit to it to their parents. But after that happened, if I crossed paths with Danny, Kevin or his parents, I was treated invisible. My mom never said anything about the situation, neither did my Dad, and probably only confirmed their parental instincts that their son liked boys, and the cocks in their pants. This made me really think that I needed to push any attraction towards other guys out of my head and figure out how to make myself ?straight.? Sure, I still found male classmates and friends very attractive and the fantasy of some jerk off sessions. Through middle and most of high school, I focused on my friendships but was not one for dating, unlike my friends. I did give it a shot once in high school with a girl that was part of our social circle. We made it to a few bases with copping feels of her titties or my thick dick. She gave me a few hand jobs, a blow job, and even let me finger her. I even learned what blue balls were. But to be honest, I was less than thrilled with how my hand and fingers smelled after playing with her pussy a few times and I took no initiative to make it to home base, so it all fizzled out. I was content with busting a nut with her, but I had no desire to fuck her. In 11th grade, I had developed a big crush on my classmate, Evan. We were two completely different people, but by sitting next to each other in History class, developed a friendship. He was into heavy metal rock and roll, playing basketball, going camping and riding his skateboard or bike. I was the complete opposite..a preppy non-athletic boy next door type that preferred R&B music, not getting dirty and the comforts of a mattress. Somehow we meshed and developed a great friendship that I repeatedly hoped would turn into some experimentation and sexual fun during times at his house while no one was home, during sleepovers or even camping. It did not, but I was certainly scared to initiate anything for fear of being rejected or banished by my friend and crush. Maybe he felt the same way. But I must say that getting to hang out with him produced some shirtless views of him on his skateboard or at the community pool and it provided me great jerk off material and had refueled my attraction to guys. Unfortunately he was a boxers dude, otherwise, the few times he changed in front of me, I may have had a nice opportunity to size up his cock and fantasize sincan escort with each night I jerked my cock. That same school year, I was assigned the seat next to another classmate named Tony. He was a popular and well known guy, but was rumored to be gay. Sure he was a bit effeminate, hung around with an ?out? lesbian, and was very particular about his clothes and fashion sense. But he played on the baseball team and hung out with many of the popular jocks and cheerleaders. Over a few months of sitting next to him, I realized that Tony was being awfully flirty with his baseball teammate Chris that sat in front of us. Like flirty and making sexual jokes that is beyond straight guy joking. While Tony always set it up as to be an innocent joke, I started to catch on and wonder more and more about the rumors and whether he was really flirting with Chris. Needless to say I was very intrigued by Tony, and even with Chris. Tony was an attractive tall black guy with a great build, and Chris was a bit shorter than Tony, but also had a great build and buzz cut with killer dimples. Chris was great at taking Tony?s jokes, despite how much they probably crossed the line for normal locker room banter amongst straight guys. Or maybe I wasn?t straight enough to tell. One weekend at a hotel party I saw Tony and we were shooting the shit and having some sort of alcohol someone managed to score from an older sibling. The topic of Chris came up and I mentioned to Tony that it almost seemed as though he was flirting. He laughed and simply stated, ?if you only knew.? I wasn?t sure what to make of this, but I was certainly intrigued. So between class time and weekends, I kept the conversation going between Tony and I. Never sharing my interest in guys with him, it seemed to be the unspoken understanding that I too was like Tony, and had an interest in the boys at school, and the cocks packed in their pants. I really wanted to know if perhaps Tony and Chris actually were more than friends and fooled around. Finally at another party I got the nerve with some liquid courage to ask Tony. He too must?ve had too much to drink, as he was very revealing with his crush on Chris, but it suffered from a lack of reciprocation. He shared with me how he had fooled around with a few of the school jocks on the team and that had me hooked. I wanted to hang out with Tony more, in hopes of getting to partake in some of the fun he was describing with some of the cute macho jock guys in our class dating their pretty cheerleader girlfriends. But Tony surprised me and conveyed an interest in me. I was very surprised and a bit scared all of a sudden. The kind of scared that effects you by mixing excitement and fear in a way that makes you start to shake in anticipation of not knowing what?s to come. A few times through the remainder of 11th and 12th grade, there were times that Tony and I would fade away from the group on some weekend nights and start exploring each other?s bodies, but mainly sıhhiye escort each other?s cocks. Luckily Tony was bolder than me and within a few times together, we had managed to go beyond rubbing each other?s cock through clothes and eventually he whipped out his big thick black cock. I knew it was big, but wow! It had to be about 8? and was a monster compared to my 6? cock. I am a bit thick, but nothing compared to the Tony. We took turns from there swapping blow jobs and jerking each other off while in the heat of the moment, but then the next day, it was like nothing happened and we were good friends. I never got included in any of his fun he supposedly had with the class jocks, but I at least found comfort in knowing that I was not alone or the only guy that fancied sucking on a hard cock and swallowing cum, over playing with titties and a pussy. In fact, in hindsight, I now see the signs of what would eventually lead me to become a great cocksucker with a taste for cum. Upon graduation from high school, it was time for all of us to head to the beach for Senior Week. I was rooming with Tony along with 4 other guys from my graduating class. The week was a blur with all of the drinking and week smoking that went on, but one night Tony and I wound up sharing a bed. In the next bed were two other guys, and two more on the sleeper sofa near the balcony. In the morning while everyone was still sleeping, Tony started stirring about and reached over and grabbed my morning wood. This was pretty brazen, but I didn?t stop him. In fact, I reached behind me, under the covers, and started rubbing his big cock through his boxers. This was very scary but exciting!! Slowly he pulled my boxers down and also slid his down so that we were both naked with our hard cocks wanting attention. But this time Tony surprised me again and while stroking my dripping cock with one hand, he started rubbing the fingers of his other hand in my ass crack?and he found my pucker! While I had played with my pucker many times alone in my room, or in the shower, having someone else rub it was mind blowing. Again, in hindsight, I was very quick to offer my ass like a good bottom does to service a long hard hot cock oozing precum. I pushed my ass back offering Tony better access to my hole as I continued to reach back and stroke his hard cock. Precum was pumping out of his cock and eventually Tony replaced his finger with his cock. Sliding it up and down my ass crack and oozing precum, eventually lining it up with my pucker. I continued to push back against his raging monster cock but I was inexperienced, too tight and we were unsuccessful before others in the room started wake up. With a room of 4 other guys who were most likely not gay, it was probably for the best that I didn?t try and take his BBC at that particular moment. I certainly didn?t need a repeat of when I was 12 years old again, but this time with friends who I just graduated high school and would embark upon my college years with. Image them waking up to see my white ass pistoning back and forth on Tony?s big black cock up my ass. Thank you for reading. Again, I welcome your feedback so that I can improve my stories for you to enjoy. 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Subject: Troy and Zack Ch 4 Zack and Troy Chapter 4 This is a fictional story that contains sexual content between men. If this is illegal where you are please don’t read this. Please donate to Nifty to keep this site free. I love any and all feedback. Send emails to ail I woke up and realized I was alone in the bed. I stretched and rolled around a little bit but I didn’t think much of it until my mind caught up. Where was Troy? Then I could smell the bacon cooking and realized he must be up to something. I adjusted my morning hardon and rolled over and closed my eyes again. I just laid there for a few minutes when I could hear Troy coming in to the bedroom. Troy slowly climbed on top of me and started kissing my shoulders and the back of my neck. I rolled over and there he was just looking in my eyes. It was so amazing. He leaned in and kissed me. He told me that he had a surprise for me and that I needed to get out of bed to have it. He reached down and grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze and a tug. “I can see that someone is up and ready to start the day!”, he said. I laughed and said that I had been thinking of him. Troy pulled the covers off and helped me out of bed and then pulled me in and kissed me again. I can’t tell you how great this felt. I told Troy that I had to go to the bathroom and that I would get dressed and meet him in the kitchen. He smiled and squeezed my cock one more time and then went into the kitchen. I quickly put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, went to the bathroom. When I walked into the kitchen the table was filled with this amazing spread, orange juice, pancakes, fresh fruit, sausage, and bacon. “This is amazing!”, I said. “You are amazing!”, Troy said. “Where did you get all this?” I was in shock. “I got up early and went to the store! It was kind of scary though, almost got mobbed by a bunch of crazy fans.” “Really?”, I said with a sound of concern in my voice. “No I was kidding!” “I feel like this is a dream or a big joke. No one has ever been this interested in me before. Not even as a friend let alone in a romantic way. I think this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” I was a little choked up. “Zack I feel so lucky! I was so nervous that you were not going to want to deal with all the baggage that comes along with hanging out with me. I was also afraid to tell you how I felt, that I was going to mess things up and lose you as a friend.” Troy was so sweet. I again made some crack about him having anyone he wanted. “Not everyone treats me like the girls on campus, trust me. Remember the guys at the rec center? There are plenty of people who treat me like that.” “Troy those guys are just jealous. They wish they could be you.” “Believe me there are plenty of days that I would trade places with them.” “I don’t think so. You are so lucky. You get to be in movies and travel and see the world and have everyone know who you are. What is wrong with all that?” Troy paused then he said. “Zack it’s lonely. You don’t really know who you can trust. People want to hang out with you because you are famous and they think you have money. They don’t really want to get to know you and see who you are. They just want to be seen with you or use you. I feel like I have had to build up this wall around myself to keep myself from getting hurt. Besides I didn’t get to have a normal childhood. I didn’t get to go to high school, Prom, football games and all the other things that normal kids get to do.” “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be. You have seen it. Look how people treat me. They don’t even know me, they just want something.” Troy said under his breath. “Zack when I watched you on the videos I felt like I started to know you. I could see the real you. Someone who cared about people and had a huge heart, you are cool Zack. I know that people hurt you and that you weren’t popular, but I don’t care. I know better than anyone that people can be cruel and shallow.” “Oh so you felt sorry for me, is that it?” “Zack I have never had a relationship like this before, but I have never felt so happy. I know it won’t be easy, but I have never wanted something so bad before in my life.” The room fell silent for a minute. “I think that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I feel like I am the lucky one. I feel like you could have the pick of the campus, every girl and most of the guys would do anything to spend one night with you, let alone go out with you… it seems like a dream. One day I am going to wake up and this will all be a dream.” Troy leaned in and kissed me and then he said, “Does that seem like a dream?” I shook my head no. I felt so good inside. We finished the amazing breakfast and Troy said, “We better get ready if we are going to go to the beach with Jake and Travis.” We decided that it didn’t make much sense to take a shower before we went to the beach, we could just take one when we got home. Which kind of bummed me out, cuz I wasn’t sure that I could wait that long to get my hands all over him. As we were getting our suits on, I tackled Troy and started feeling him up. We wrestled for a little with some groping, but then Troy pinned me and I gave in. We went to Jake and Travis’s room and they were just finishing getting ready. I offered to drive my truck, but Travis insisted that he drive. He said that he had a full tank of gas and he liked to drive. I was cool with that. We hopped in to Travis car and headed for the beach the weather was great and we laughed a ton on the way there. Everyone was just so cool. It took like 20 minutes to get there and when we arrived there weren’t that many people there. We found a spot at the end of the beach and away from the other group. We set up our towels and everyone just wanted to just lie in the sun. I was cool with that. I thought it was great to just chill before classes started tomorrow. I couldn’t help eyeing up Travis and Jake as they took their shirts off. They were both ripped and I felt like the ugly one of the bunch. I was definitely not as defined as any of the other guys. I am kinda skinny. I have a little definition, but I don’t have the bulk and definition that the other guys have. We are all smooth, but I am by far the smallest in the group. I lay down and closed my eyes. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. After a while I woke up and noticed that Jake and Travis were playing frisbee. It seemed like Troy was sleeping too. I got up very quietly and went over and started to play with them. We played for about 10 minutes and then Troy joined us too. “Thanks for leaving me guys!”, he joked. We played for another 45 minutes and Jake said that he was getting hot and was going to go in the water. That sounded like a great idea so we all went down to the ocean. The water was perfect. The waves were not too big so we all could just float without getting tossed around. “So are you guys ready for school tomorrow?”, Travis asked. “I am kinda nervous”, I said. “Me too! “, echoed Troy. Jake said, “There mamak escort is nothing to be nervous about. It is so much better than high school. You don’t have to be in classes all day and the teachers treat you like adults.” Travis said trying to reassure us. “I remember when I was a freshman I was nervous that I was going to get lost.” “At least we have most of the same classes”, Troy said. “Yeah, but I am a little nervous for Troy that the one we don’t have he will get mauled and we will never see him again”, I said and everyone laughed. “Yeah, I don’t know what I will ever do without Zack to help me find my way back to our dorm!” We all laughed some more and then we started with the splashing and the wrestling. It wasn’t long before I was being picked up and thrown into the water. It was so much fun to hang out with guys and goof around like this. I was loving life. I think all the rough housing started to draw attention to us and then I noticed that people were getting closer and I think Troy’s cover was blown. There were these 3 guys and 5 girls that were working their way closer. They were throwing a ball or something back and forth. We settled down and were all just floating the water when the ball that they were throwing came close to us. I think they missed it on purpose. One of the guys came closer and Travis threw it back to him. He thanked us and then asked if we went to Eastman. It was great to have Jake and Travis there also, one because they were upper classman and two because there were more of us to run interference for Troy. Travis said “Yeah, how about you guys?” “Yeah, we do too. Are you guys freshman?”, the kid asked. “We are juniors, but these guys are freshman”, Jake said. “How about you all?” “Yeah we are freshman! We thought we need one last day at the beach before we hit the classes! I am Brian!” “I’m Jake, this is Travis, Troy, and Zack!” “Nice to meet you!” Brian had thrown the ball back to the group, but as we were talking the group floated closer and Brian started to introduce everyone (Trevor, Kent, Kerri, Jen, Maggie, Meg, and Heather). They seemed cool. I thought that they were going to be like everyone else and want to mob Troy, but they played it cool. I could tell that they knew who he was and didn’t want to look stupid. There were plenty of chances for them to bring it up. Somebody asked what dorm we all lived in and we told them and somebody asked. “Do you all live there?” “Yep!”, Travis said. Again it was like they were trying to bring it up without being annoying fans. I have to say it was cool meeting other freshman. We just talked and floated. Then it was like they couldn’t wait any longer. I think it was Heather that finally said. “Ok I just have to ask cuz nobody else has the balls. You are Troy Anthony right?” “Yes!” “I knew it, you own me $10 Brian.” “No, I said you were right.” She splashed him and he splashed her back and then she jumped on him and started to dunk him in the water. They wrestled in the water while we all watched and laughed at them. They still played it cool. Every once in a while they would ask Troy a question, but they also asked everyone else questions too. And we were asking them questions also. It wasn’t like they were only talking to us to get close to Troy which was cool. I could tell that Troy was glad that he wasn’t the center of attention. After a while some of their group got out of the water and went back to their towels to lie down. I was thinking it would be cool to get a little more sun and lie down for a little while so I went up to my towel too. Kerri, Heather, and Trevor stayed in the water with Troy and Travis. Jake decided to come lie down with me. “How are things going with you and Troy? He seems really cool!”, Jake said as we walked up to our towels. Yeah he is great! Not like you would think a big Hollywood star would be.” “I bet it isn’t easy for him to have people always wanting to get his picture or an autograph?” “Yeah, but he is so cool about it. He is so nice to everyone. I feel like I am so lucky to get to meet him, but also he is a great roommate.” “Yeah I have to admit I thought he was going to be this rich, stuck on himself, prick!” We both laughed. We got to our towels and both cracked open a Coke. We sat and watched the others playing in the ocean while we finished our Cokes. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Troy, he was so hot. It was fun to see him having fun with the group. I finished my Coke and closed my eyes. Istarted to drift off, the sun was so warm. I fell asleep for a little while. Then I felt this cold dripping on me. I opened my eyes to see Troy standing over me dripping water on my body. Then he shook his hair out all over me. I couldn’t believe it so I got up and started to chase him. He ran around and finally I caught him and jumped on him back which knocked him to the ground. I tried to get him full of sand. It was great. I was dry so it wasn’t sticking to me as much as it was to him. He was full of sand. Then he got up, picked me up, and started carrying me towards the water. I started to fight back but it was no use. As Troy got closer to the water he got up a little speed and then jumped into the water and tossed me in. It was great. We played a little and then we stopped and rinsed off. Jake and Travis were now up by the towels and I was getting hungry. “I am starving, do you want to see if those guys are hungry?”, I asked. “That sounds great, I could use some lunch.” It was about two and we all were pretty hungry. We grabbed our stuff and walked down the beach a little ways to this food stand. They had hot dogs and snacks. We grabbed some food and found a table. After lunch we decided to head back home. As we were leaving, the group that we met earlier was walking up. They all said goodbye and asked if we wanted to meet up for dinner at the cafeteria at 6:30. We thought that was cool. We said that we would meet them there. After we got in the car Jake said, “You know they are totally getting the better end of this friendship. I mean really they get to hang out with two upper classman and a celebrity.” “So I guess I am the guy that brings down the cool factor”, I said just trying to be funny. Troy jumped in and said, “Dude you’re the coolest of us all.” When he said that, it made me feel awesome. On the ride home we were talking and laughing and out of the blue Jake said, “You guys are totally awesome. Travis and I have had a great time hanging with you and we feel that we can totally trust you and that you won’t judge us for anything other than who we are.” There was a pause and then he said. “Travis and I are dating we have been together for two years. We are not really out to anyone but our closest friends.” I am sure that my jaw hit the ground. I couldn’t believe it. Not that they were dating, but that he just came out and told us. We have only known then for a few days. “That is totally cool guys. I am glad you are comfortable enough to ofise gelen escort trust us with that!” Troy jumped in right away to make sure they knew he was cool with it. I looked at him and still didn’t know what to say except WOW! “Are you cool with everything Zack?”, Travis asked. “Yeah…that is awesome. I can’t believe it!” “What? That we’re gay?”, Jake asked. “No, that you feel close enough to us to tell us that.” I looked at Troy again and he had this look like, can I tell them about us and I gave him the look like sure. “Well as long as you guys are comfortable sharing about you, then I guess it is cool if we tell you that we have hit it off and haven’t really talked too much about it, but I know I want to be going out with Zack if he is cool with it.” It was like he was telling them and asking me out all at the same time. I didn’t know what to do. I smiled and said, “I feel like the luckiest guy in the whole world. Of course I want to go out with you.” Jake and Travis laughed. They thought it was funny and cute at the same time. They told us that they had a feeling that there might be something going on by the way we looked at each other. They said that they were really happy for us and that they would always be here for us. It was the greatest feeling ever. Troy said, “We are so lucky! It feels kinda like you guys are our older brothers that will watch out for us and show us the ropes.” We all agreed. We got back to our rooms and decided to rest a little before meeting our friends from the beach. Jake and Travis said they would pick us up so we could go to the cafeteria together. Wow, what a day! I was so tired. I went to the bathroom and then dropped onto my bed. I need to take a little nap. Troy went to the bathroom and then joined me for a nap. He came in behind me and spooned me. It felt so nice to be held. I feel asleep right away. I slept like a baby. It was 5:30 and I was so comfortable, I didn’t want to get out of bed. Troy was awake and just holding me. He started to kiss my neck and whispered “Let’s just stay here forever”, I said. “I am game for that, but eventually they will find out that we aren’t going to classes and then we will get kicked out.” “That sucks!” We both laughed. Troy’s phone rang and he got up to get it. I wanted to wash up and so I hopped in the shower to quickly get cleaned up. Troy took his call into the living room. He was still on when I got out of the shower and he seemed intense. I walked into the living room and tried to get his attention, but he was too involved with his conversation to notice so I dropped my towel and walked around like I was looking for something. He finally noticed and smiled at me. Then he reached out as if I was too far for him to get. So I moved closer and a little closer, then he put his hand out like he wanted to have some. So I teased him and slowly walked towards him and then he reached out and gently grabbed my dick. I started to get hard. Finally he said to whoever he was talking to, “I have to go I will call you later…No I am serious…This is important too. Bye!” “You seemed like you were getting a little stressed so I thought you could use something to distract you!” “Oh you have no idea.” Troy kept playing with my cock in his hands. He gently messaged my balls and then took one hand and slowly started to stroke my cock. It felt so good. Then he leaned in and started to breathe on my cock like it was a popsicle and he was trying to melt it. Then he started to lick my cock. I was totally not planning this, but it sure was fun. I put my hands on the back of his head and started to rub his hair. He licked my balls all around and under. It felt so good. He licked up my shaft and took my cock in his mouth and went all the way down. He started to really work it. Up and down faster and faster like it was a race and he wanted to win. Then all of a sudden he pulled off and made a loud pop. He put my cock back in his mouth and licked the tip. I was losing control. He started sucking and taking it all the way down. He started off slowly and then picked up speed. I was helping by pumping in and out. It felt so good. I was getting so close. Then he took one of his hands and started gently rubbing my balls. It was like he was tickling, but it was sending shocks through my body. “I am going to cum”, I whispered. He picked up his pace and he added a little more pressure to my balls and I started shooting. “Oh yes…Oh yes…YES!” He took every drop and then continued to slowly suck on my cock. I had to pull him off because my cock was getting to sensitive. “I needed that”, Troy said. “Did I help relieve some of that tension?” “Oh yes, that was awesome!” “I suppose we should get ready or Jake and Travis are going to show up and we won’t be ready”, Troy said. “I want to return the favor when we get home”, I said. Troy stood up and kissed me. It was so passionate. Then I went into the bedroom to get dressed and Troy went in to the bathroom to get ready to go. It was about ten minutes later when Travis and Jake were at our door. We all headed to the cafeteria. As we came into the dining area, I saw the group from earlier in the day and they waved us over. We went over and got seats. It was great to be getting to know some new people, because it was a little hard being in the other dorm and having Troy as a roommate. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it and felt so lucky, but it made it a little hard to meet people. The group had pulled up another table for us and was saving the seats. We had a great dinner. Nobody was acting star struck and everyone was treating Jake, Travis and I like we were people at the table also. We had some great conversation and it was super fun. We all talked about our classes and realized that Troy and I had classes with Trevor, Kent, Kerri, Jen, and Meg. Trevor and Jen were in Freshman Comp with us and Kent was in Volleyball with us. Kerri was in our biology class and Meg and Trevor are in my psych class. It is nice to know that I will have somebody in the only class that I don’t have with Troy. As we laughed and chatted I could see that there were people that still wanted to come up to Troy and they were watching his every move, but with the large group around him they didn’t come over. It was nice because we could actually have a conversation with people without being interrupted. As dinner was wrapping up, Travis and Jake said they had to go back for a meeting. We all decided to go to the rec center to bowl. On the way out of the cafeteria, people wanted to approach us, well Troy, but with our big group they couldn’t find their chance. I was having fun getting to know Heather and Meg. They were funny and outgoing! It seemed like they wanted to get to know me and were interested in what I had to say. They also seemed to think I was funny. I know that they wanted to get to know Troy too, but it didn’t seem like they were fake. It was like we were all new kids getting otele gelen escort to know each other. They did ask some questions about what it was like to be Troy Anthony and be in movies. It was fun to see the interaction between them and Troy. Then came the question that really caught my attention. Jen said, “I heard you were going to be in that new Steven Spielberg movie with Tom Cruise? How are you going to be able to do school and the movie.” This caught Troy off guard. He looked at me and then he said, “What? Where did you hear that?” Jen came back with, “I read it online today when we got home from the beach.” “Wow that would be so cool”, Kent said. “Yeah, um I know my agent was talking to Mr. Spielberg, but I haven’t auditioned or anything like that.” Then Jen said, “It said that you were already cast and that the movie would be shooting in December and that your school career might be over before it even starts.” I was starting to think that maybe that this was why Troy was so frustrated on the phone. It seemed like he was getting frustrated and I jumped in and said, “Hey what are the teams going to be. Brian said, “Let’s play guys against the girls.” “We are going to kick your asses”, Heather said. “Ok, bring it on!”, Trevor said. “You want to bet another $10 big shot?” That made him blush a little. We got set up and had so much fun, but I could tell that Troy still had stuff on him mind. He was having fun and trying not to let it show, but I could tell. We had fun teasing each other and talking smack and the best part was that guys won. We decided to only play one game. As we wrapped up the game and said our goodbyes, Brian asked if we wanted to have dinner with them again tomorrow. Troy said, “That sounds great, if that is cool with you Zack?” “Totally!” “We have been eating around 6:00”, Brian said. We agreed that time would work out and that we would see them there. As we walked out I could tell that something was wrong, because Troy was kind of quiet. “Those guys are really cool!”, I said. “Yeah it is nice to meet some more cool people”, Troy said. Then we walked for a while in silence. I couldn’t take it I had to find out what was going on. “Are you ok? You know you can talk to me. Is this about the movie thing?” Troy stopped he looked at me with those beautiful eyes. “I did get offered that movie and it would shoot over eight weeks in January and February. My manager wants me to take it and drop out of school. He told me this wasn’t worth it. He keeps telling me that I am going to be blowing what could be the biggest movie offer I ever get. I told him that school was important to me and that I am not going to take it. Then he said that I should take the movie and start school next year. He is putting so much pressure on me. He said that I am making a huge mistake and that I will regret this.” Troy started walking again and I followed. My heart sank. I can’t lose him. I didn’t know what to say and then it just came out. “Troy what do you want? I mean you can’t let other people tell you what to do. If you want to take the movie then school will be here for you in a year, but if you don’t want to take the movie than tell your manager that. You would think that Steven Spielberg would get that your education is important to you and that you don’t want to wait a year and if he is half the guy we all think he is then he will appreciate your decision and respect you for that and want to work with you even more.” Troy didn’t say anything right away. I could tell he was thinking and didn’t want to speak before he had put all of his thoughts together. “Zack you are so smart, you should be my manager. I am so lucky to have met you. I feel like I want to be in school, but there is a part of me that would be ok with waiting a year. Then there is you! I don’t want to be without you. I don’t want to wait a year to come back and pursue this. I just feel like everyone is putting this pressure on me to do this and it seems like I am letting them down.” I could tell that this was not going to be an easy decision for Troy and as much as I didn’t want to lose him I couldn’t just tell him that he had to stay. It would be so selfish. What if this was going to have a huge impact on his career? What if he would be blowing the chance of a lifetime? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I was the reason that he turned this down. He had to do what was best for him. “Troy as much as I want to beg you to turn it down, I think that you need to take some time to really figure out what you want. Again, it ultimately needs to be your decision, because at the end of the day if you stay for me and you looked back and had regrets, I don’t know how I could live with myself for holding you back. I feel so lucky to have you in my life and no movie deal is going to ruin that.” Troy was silent. I could tell that he was moved. “Come on we need to get home, cuz I need to show you how crazy I am about you”, Troy said and then it was like he picked up his pace to a run and I followed. Once in our room and the door was shut he pulled me into the best kiss ever. “WOW! That was great!” “No Zack, you are great! I want to be here with you. I don’t even feel like doing this movie if it means that I won’t be able to be with you.” Troy started to kiss me again. “I think we should get ready for bed and hit the sack early so we are ready for our first day of classes tomorrow. And by hit the sack, I mean get in bed and have some fun!” I could see that look in his eyes. We got ready for bed and slipped off our clothes, got onto the bed, and the fun started. I started kissing Troy’s neck. I rubbed my hands all over his chest. I started to grind my cock into his. Then I started making out with him. He is such a great kisser. I broke away from our make out session and started kissing down his neck, chest, abs, and then his cock. I kissed up and down his cock. Then I took it in my mouth and took it all the way to the base. His trimmed pubes were tickling my lips. I sucked and slowly slide up and down the shaft. I picked up speed. I sucked and licked and played with his perfectly shaped cock head until Troy started to moan. I pulled off his cock and made a loud pop. That made him moan, so I did it again. I could tell he loved the attention. I then moved to his balls, licked them, and took them in my mouth one at a time. I rubbed them with my tongue. Then I licked my way back up to the head and I licked it like it was a melting ice cream cone. Troy had closed his eyes and was lying back enjoying the attention. I put his cock back in my mouth and really started to suck. It didn’t take long and he was pumping his cock into my mouth and I knew that he was going to cum. With the sweetest moan he said, “I’m going to cum!” Then he started shooting his load into my mouth. I swallowed it all down. I keep sucking softly until he had to pry my mouth off his sensitive cock. I worked my way up to his lips and we kissed. I lay on top of him and we snuggled. “Thank you for that”, Troy whispered softly. “I owed you remember?” “You’re the best Zack!” We kissed some more, then I rolled off of him and it didn’t take long before we both fell asleep. Thank you so much for reading this story! I love to hear your feedback. You can send thoughts to ail. I also want to thank Mark for editing my story. Hope you enjoy!

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Subject: DYLAN’S SENIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE Chapter. 38 DYLAN’S SENIOR YEAR AT COLLEGE Chapter. 38 by Donny Mumford I’m lying naked in bed with one of my all-time favorite sex buddies, which is something I shouldn’t be taking for granted anymore. Rob’s still okay with ‘the’ arrangement even though I’m pretty sure it’s become a one-sided arrangement and, therefore, ultimately not sustainable forever in this new one-sided configuration. Some would say it’s a miracle our side-sex arrangement has worked for five years, but that’s mostly because of flaws they see in themselves. That’s neither here nor there, however. The thing is I’m not sure exactly when Rob stopped having side-sex, and yes, it is just a guess on my part that he has stopped except somehow I know he’s not doing it anymore. So, it’s Monday afternoon and Danny’s the naked buddy I’m in bed with… shocking, huh? Haha, seriously though, Danny is ‘one’ of my all-time favorite sex-buddies. Actually, he’s number two on my all-time list and not number one only because nobody could ever replace Willie Worthington as my number-one favorite all-time sex-buddy. Ya see he and I, Willie and I, had a component to our buddy-sex affair that no one will ever be able to match… we were very young! Nothing shines as brightly or is as pure as being young discovering magical things about the wonders of young gay sex, gay friendship, and even gay love, as in what’s love, as opposed to what is only make-believe being in love. Yeah, I’ll always have a kind of love in my heart for Willie, probably more now in hindsight than I did in real time. That’s because, like almost everyone, I thought I had the ‘answers’ back then when obviously I didn’t. The answers I have now are better than my earlier ones but as I age and have more experiences my current answers will prove to be flawed as well. I’m not expecting to ever ace the test… the test of life. I don’t know why I’ve been as fortunate in experiencing sex with so many different young cute gay guys as I have, and Robby was one of the first in that long parade although he hasn’t been part of that parade for years, and that’s obviously because we’ve been in true love for years now and therefore… not sex buddies. Being in love and having sexual relations with Robby is a very different thing from sex with my number two all-time favorite side-sex buddy. It’s two different worlds… There have been a few sex buddies, and even non-buddies, just side-sex guys who have fucked me wilder with more intensity than Danny, but they all had baggage. Yeah, undesirable baggage attached to that hot sexy thing they brought to the party. For example, Ryan was a phenomenally dominant side sex buddy but he was also mentally unbalanced, and then another awesomely dominant guy, Ray Reeves, was a super dominant side-sex guy with excellent natural equipment too, but he’s an unbearably obnoxious asshole as well, so ya know that couldn’t work. And there have been others who had moments of brilliance but who then flamed-out for one reason or another… and so forth. It would take too long to list the specific baggage that detracts from every sex buddy I’ve ever known, so I won’t bother trying. Nobody’s perfect, of course, and that most definitely includes me. I’m stuck with me, but I’m not stuck with the others. The only baggage that comes with Danny is his misguided certainty that we’re either in love now or will be shortly, and then there’s the assumption that follows which is I’ll somehow dump Rob. While mind-bogglingly unlikely, at least Danny’s baggage is flattering. It’s flattering that someone thinks they’re in love with you, right? Other than that, Danny’s fairly close to a perfect sex buddy, and I know there are some guys who think Danny’s a bit of a kook. Hell, I did at first myself, but when I got to know him I discovered Danny’s far from a kook. I recommend not underestimating him. Omigod, I just realized I’ve gone over all this stuff about Danny in my mind, always coming to the same conclusions or non-conclusions. Anyway, we’re naked in his dormitory bed, Danny and me. This bed is either the same size or perhaps smaller than the bed I grew up in. That’s not a complaint by the way because ‘small’ is a good feature for a bed when you’re naked in it with someone who’s your current favorite sex buddy. Plus, Danny’s a touchy/feeling guy and he has his arm under my neck as we lie here close together… and I like that. We’ve been talking for a while but now he pulls my head over close to his, and murmurs, “I’m ready to show you how much I love you.” I go, “Oh, um, I’m wondering if you can do it as my favorite buddy sex buddy? Ya know since we’re not actually lovers, um, per se…” Danny doesn’t want to hear any of that so he doesn’t. He goes on as if I never even mentioned buddy sex. He’s like, “This time, baby, could you get on your stomach because…” and then we hear a cell phone ringing… huh? He stops talking and we look at each other. Neither of us has anything to say so we both then look at my pants that are crumpled on the floor ’cause that appears to be where my cell phone is ringing, in my pants pocket. Danny looks back at me and says, “Don’t answer it, Dylan.” I’m like, “Seriously?” He goes, “Nah, you’re right, you should answer it. It’s probably your… um, it’s probably Rob.” When I try sitting up, he tightens his hold around my neck. I turn my head to give him a ‘look’ and he reluctantly takes his arm away so I can slide out of bed. Pulling my ringing cell phone from my khakis pocket, I go, “Hi, Rob! What’s up?” He says, “Can you believe I’m already at the apartment, babe? Chuck Kramer gave me a ride after one beer. Coach got a call from his wife, um, something about one of his kids broke his or her arm at the playground, or I don’t know exactly. Anyway, he took off in a hurry and Chuck and I finished our beers and left. The other guys were just about to order a round of shots so we got out before that.” I mumble, “Jeez, just one beer, huh?” Rob’s like, “Yeah, a lucky break for me but I guess not so lucky for the coach’s kid. Oh, man, I suck saying that, haha… broken arms suck, and I know that first hand. So, what are you guys up to?” I go, “Us? Oh, um, Fortnite. Yeah, we were playing Fortnite… and it’s addictive.” Not for me it isn’t and, okay, I know I’m stretching the truth but that wasn’t totally lying; we were playing Fortnite… a while ago. Robby goes, “Is Fortnite something you want us to get into? I mean, every other person in the world is playing that game. I can easily download it, although…” I butt-in, “Nah, neither of us is what you’d call a ‘gamer’ Rob, and I think it’s too late for us to become one. Danny was like one-million-times better at it than me.” Robby goes, “Whatever, um, but would you mind picking up Carl on your way home? He just texted that he’s going to take a shower and then he asked to join us for study group… such as it is, haha.” Rob’s in a good mood. I go, “Yeah, sure. So, he’ll eat dinner with us, I guess.” Robby goes, “He doesn’t have to.” I go, “No, no problem, I just… never mind. So, like fifteen minutes from now, huh? He’ll be ready to go then, right?” Rob goes, “Yeah, and thanks, Dylan. I’ll see you when you get here.” Who do I think I’m kidding? He knows Danny and I are fucking around. And Rob knows Danny and I are not doing the ‘fucking around’ online! The thing is, Rob’s and my arrangement includes not talking about it. Yeah, that’s always been an important aspect of the arrangement because it leaves in place the long shot possibility that… maybe there isn’t any fucking around going on. Danny’s looking at me as I slip the phone back in my khakis’ pocket and drop my pants on the floor. He says, “So, whassup?” I go, “Huh? Oh, we’ve got like fifteen minutes… you heard, right?” He nods, “Un huh, um, ya gonna get back in bed?” I go, “Unless you want to play more Fortnite.” Danny laughs out loud and then says, “Maybe not right now,” and I slide under the covers, trying not to grin. Ohh, it’s nice and warm and smells so much like Danny when the cover poofs-up, and then floats down over me. He looks at me for a second and I go, “Well, aren’t you going to get your arms around me and dominate me sexily?” He makes a ‘face’ muttering, “Dominate you? Ha, you’re the one who dominates my mind, baby. I’m putty in your hands,” and he wraps me in his arms and squeezes me against his hot body. I murmur, “If you say so.” We do a hot sloppy kiss and there’s this tiny guilty conscience thingie I notice knocking at the door to my brain. A totally unwarranted nuisance of a pathetic guilty conscience whispering in my ear… your true love is being so understanding and forgiving of your weakness for buddy sex… you’re an awful person’. I’m not awful! Rob and I have an arrangement! One that’s still very fucking valid ya dumb-ass conscience! Danny goes, “What’s wrong, baby? You’ve tensed-up all of a sudden.” Not wanting to try explaining that tiny unwarranted guilty conscience voice, I instead run my fingers through his nice brown hair and, to change the subject, say, “I really love what you’ve done with your hair. Who’s your hairstylist?” He laughs again and then mumbles, “You fuckin’ goof!” and he kisses my lips… just a quick one this time. I say, “Don’t get mad, Danny, but I feel like one of your really rough and tumble hard fucks, you know, instead of your lover’s, um, buddy sex. You do that rough and tumble shit better than anybody.” His eyebrows go up, “I do that better than anybody?” I nod, “Yep,” and he goes, “Okay then! You’re really gonna get it this time!” Grinning, I go, “Leave nothing but the skin on my bones.” Good, I got him off the ‘lover’s’ sex he had in mind originally. He gets up on his knees, saying, “Okay, like I started to say when your phone rang, get on your stomach and stick up that cute ass of yours.” I do that, mumbling, “Should we use more of that lube?” Naturally, I’m thinking he’s gonna fuck me, but he spanks my ass instead. Huh, the second spanking this afternoon. That tiny unwarranted nag of a conscience probably thinks I deserve it. Well, in case I do, I tolerate the spanking for about fifteen seconds with the “SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!” sounds ringing out in the room until the stinging gets serious and I’m like, “OW! Fuck this! That’s too hard!” and I’m putting my hands back there to cover my red stinging butt cheeks. Danny chuckles and stops, muttering, “I’m just trying to please you, baby.” Looking back, I mumble, “Well, don’t try so fucking hard, okay?” Danny nods his head and says, “Okay, turn over on your back now.” I do that and then pull my legs back the way he usually insists on, but he goes, “No, kinda sit up a little with your legs stretched out,” and when I do that he walks up my body with a knee on either side of me and, still grinning, he says, “To make up for spanking you too hard, I’m gonna let you suck my dick again. You did a nice job of that earlier.” I go, “Gee, thanks, but no deep throating this time! And, just so you know, if you should get carried away and try to push your dick in my throat I might resort to clamping down on your pretty penis with my teeth.” Picking up his dick, I add, “Hey, this feels heavier than it should. Don’t tell me you’re getting aroused from spanking me, Mister Pervert?” He snickers and says, “I’m guilty. Yeah, I get turned on a little because it’s so, um, I don’t know… so ‘hot’ the way you accept your spanking. It’s kinda intimate, the two of us, um… I better not say what I was gonna say.” I go, “I’ll show you what’s intimate,” and I put his cock in my mouth thinking, ‘this is always an awesomely submissive thing to do’. I don’t bother mentioning the submissive part because, while Danny has the concept of sub/dom sex okay, he doesn’t connect the words that go with his actions. Sucking on his cock is hot though, I like slurping on his penis and I go to town sucking first the head and then include as much of the hardening shaft as I can get in my mouth. Danny’s grunting and rubbing my head and then grunting some more. To give my tongue a rest I move the head against the inside of my cheeks and across the roof of my mouth and then suck on it again. Faster than I expected a drool of pre-cum comes from Danny’s boner so I take it out and let go of it and, the second I let go of it that sloppy boner immediately goes ‘splat’ as it snaps up tightly against his belly. Oh, shit, that was so cool! Danny takes a deep breath and then goes, “Nobody does that as good as you,” and then he reaches over for the tube of lube. Handing the tube to me, he goes, “You do it, baby. I like the feel of your hand on my dick.” As I’m squeezing lube into the palm of my right hand, he says, “Don’t make me cum, okay?” Nodding my head, I get my fist around his saliva soaked boner and begin stroking up and down, up and down, up and down listening to the wet-lube-squishy sound with each stroke. Danny’s making his own sounds, “Ah, ah, ah,” as he leans forward holding onto my shoulders for balance. It’s “Squish, squish, squish” with Danny up on his knees and me now sitting up on the bed Indian style having some sexy fun watching my hand stroke his cock with his foreskin stretching and stretching… hee hee, wow it’s wicked stretched and uber tight! The longer I stroke his cock the tighter the foreskin gets and the squeakier the sounds of arousal coming from Danny. Also, as his boner gets harder and harder it pulls away from his stomach until I’m stroking back and forth instead of up and down. It’s sticking straight out at me when Danny pushes my hand away and says in a strained voice, “No… um… ah, oooh, turn over on your stomach now.” He moves back as I’m flopping over to lie flat. I move my hips rubbing my hard cock on the mattress. My boner sprung up while sucking Danny’s cock, and then it got harder when I was stroking his hard sex organ. In my head, I’m thinking a mantra of ‘Danny’s cock, Danny’s cock, Danny’s cock!’ Oh fuck, that’s so cool… and hot! Christ, I get stupidly aroused messing with Danny’s naked body. It’s partly because of anticipation of what comes next… a hot fuck resulting in a fabulous climax. I’m concerned this fuck won’t last long though. Not for me anyway… I didn’t get ‘off’ earlier when Danny shot his creamy load in my mouth. With my face on Danny’s pillow, his personal body scent plus the fading smell of marijuana smoke from his hair is totally filling my olfactory glands. When I get my ass up as high as I can Danny doesn’t hesitate, the head of his hard cock spreads my anus and then it plows up my ass. All of it… the swollen head and then the hard shaft eagerly following right behind. Oh yeah! It hurts exactly the way it should, but it feels so good too that my brain doesn’t know what the fuck to think. Danny gets his arms around my chest and lies partly on my back the way he did recently, and then his hips start moving to push and pull his slippery engorged six-plus inches of cock in my ass. The first thrust has his body smacking against my butt cheeks, “Smack!” and then we’re off to the races fast and hard, “SMACKSMACKSMACK! Danny’s pounding his cock back and forth in my ass with those constant quick slapping sounds so loud I can’t believe they’re not heard in the hall. Every fast hard thrust rocks me forward with Danny riding my back and almost immediately it’s like we’re a single ball of fucking, it’s like we’re attached together by his boner and we’ll be fucking until Danny’s cock breaks off in my ass. Everything blends together, the sensations soaring from my rectum, my throbbing boner, the feel of Danny’s chest on my back with his arms wrapped around me, his grunting sounds of sexual arousal close to my ears, his scent is all that I smell, his boner pulling and thrusting and totally dominating my ass moving so fast it’s hard to tell if that slippery six-plus-inch hard boner is coming or going as we’re rocking wildly to and fro… it’s all one huge ginormous mountain of sensations and, Omigod, the rough sexual pleasure of it all! I’m keeping my hips off the mattress because my wickedly hard cock is straight out from my hairless groin and so tight there’s almost a painful feeling from my over-stretched foreskin and then way too quickly everything is replaced by a rampaging orgasm that pushes everything out of its way taking over my body and brain. kızılay escort I’m like a statue, a weirdly shaped solid statue with my body’s stiff and me holding my breath waiting a split second for the inevitable, and when it burst on the scene I shake so much at the hard stream of cum shooting from my electrified boner that Danny slides off my back… his arms let go of me, his hands going to the mattress to save himself from tumbling off the bed. With me on up on my knees now and my face in the pillow, my normal squeal is almost a nonexistent sound to anyone except me and I only heard it in my head as I shudder at the shivers rolling all over me. Yes, another excellent climax! There was just the one long creamy burst of cum this time and then me squeezing out drools while Danny is behind me still fucking my ass. That one long burst of cum seemed to go on a long time in my mind though… oh yeah, another amazing orgasm… they’re always the same but always seem new too. Dizzy from taking deep breaths I feel my heart hammering in my chest as I glance back to see Danny’s up on his knees hammering his cock in my rectum. I’ve dropped my ass trying to reconnect with reality when I hear Danny gasp as he gets tight against me humping once and then he shudders. Obviously, he just climaxed although I didn’t feel it. Well, it was his third orgasm in the last few hours so it wasn’t as strong as his earlier ones. Sliding my legs back, I go flat on my stomach feeling jittery from that awesome orgasm. When dropping flat on my stomach Danny’s boner pulls free of my ass and I heard him moan, “Ahhh, ooh,” and then he slowly lies down next to me with an arm over my back while he does all the deep breathing he normally does. We’re like this for maybe two minutes before I look at him, and mutter, “That wasn’t all that rough, Danny.” He grins and goes, “Yeah, I know. I’m a pussy,” and we both snickered. Pushing myself up, I go, “Nah, I was kidding, that was pretty good… that was pretty rough.” We slide off the bed, him on one side and me the other, as Danny asks, “How about if I give you another spanking? That’ll ‘up’ the roughness factor for you, right?” I go, “Ya know what? No, I’m good. Nice job though.” He chuckles, and then adds, “Now who’s the pussy?” See… that’s buddy sex right there! That’s how it’s supposed to go. Ha, and I’m not hearing any snarky whisperings from that tiny nag of unwarranted conscience of mind either. Rob’s and my arrangement is for buddy sex… and that’s what that was. Danny and I use Speck’s round container of Wet Ones. They’re antiseptic wipes that I use for my ass while Danny’s using them to wipe his sloppy dick again. When I pull the last wipe from the container, I go, “Ya want me to help change the linens on your bed? They’re kinda fucked up.” He goes, “Fucked up how?” I shrug, mumbling, “Oh, there may be one or two or three long streaks of semen here or there on your sheets.” Danny says, “Yeah? Ya mean you didn’t catch your spunk in a sweat sock?” Haha, that’s the preferred method young teens use when they’re jerking off in bed. I go, “Nope,” and he’s like, “Well then, yeah help me strip the bed but I don’t have any clean sheets right now. I was planning on doing a wash load a couple of days ago although I haven’t gotten around to it yet.” Danny has a roll of soft paper towels that we use to dry the yuck from the Wet Ones. We get dressed and after helping pull his sheets off the bed, Danny drops it all on top of clothes and towels already on the floor and then he looks at me and goes, “We did pretty good for our Sunday together, don’t ya think? I mean, considering it started out with all those haircuts I needed to do.” As I mutter, “Yeah, it was good,” I’m thinking… ‘Holy crap, I forgot about getting a haircut’. Dropping the paper towel in the trash can next to the desk I wipe my forehead and my hand continues over my head feeling the real flattop Danny gave me a few hours ago. How’d I forget that? I glance at him and he says, “It looks good on you, Dylan. Don’t give me any shit about it.” I say, “I wasn’t going to but, dude, you need a fucking mirror in this room. Your victims deserve to at least have a chance to see the carnage” He says defensively, “You looked at your haircut with the hand held mirror!” I go, “Don’t yell,” and he says, “I wasn’t yelling… and that’s a damn good flattop haircut. A real flattop too! But maybe you shouldn’t get used to it because next time I may give you a burr haircut. I haven’t decided yet.” I go, “YOU haven’t decided yet, huh?” He looks startled for a second but then gets his cute smirk going for him as he steps over and puts his arms around my waist, purring, “You know you like me deciding about your haircuts, baby. Right?” That makes me laugh and then hug him around his neck, kiss his cheek, and mumble, “I really like you even though you’re a con artist and I can never win an argument with you.” He smirks again, mumbling, “I’m irresistible, huh?” As we’re letting go of one another, I’m like, “Don’t get carried away with yourself! Um, you’re only partially irresistible.” Danny picks up a bundle of sheets and towels, asking, “You wanna come to the laundromat in the basement with me?” I shrug, “I would, but I better get going. It was a blast though, thanks…” He says, “Thank you, but you’re not going anywhere until you tell me the truth. What do you have to say about your haircut?” I go, “Oh, right, yeah. Um, I like it okay… most everyone else will too I suppose.” Still holding the sheets and towels in his arm, he raises his eyebrows, saying in a questioning way, “And?” I go, “And because you were my barber.” He smiles, “And?” I snort out a laugh and say what he wants to hear, “And because you know what’s the best haircut for me.” Nodding his head, grinning, he goes, “Good, that’s exactly the brainwashed responses I expect from you. I love you, ya know?” and we walk out the door. He goes left and I go right with Danny saying over his shoulder, “Text me when you want another Fortnite lesson.” He said that so anyone in the dormitory who cares, meaning no one, will think that’s what we were doing in his room all afternoon… playing Fortnite. Damn though, I really like Danny and, oh man, the sex he’s capable of… get fucking real! I sure feel good, like I always do after good sex. Huh, what would be bad sex I wonder? Lighting a cigarette, I’m walking down dormitory row looking for Carl’s dormitory. Not sure which one he’s in, I stop and text him. As I’m doing that someone yells, “Dormitory row is a smoke-free area, asshole!” Looking up and then around, I don’t see the cunt who yelled that at me. Carl texts right back that he’ll meet me where I always pick him up and, cornily, he adds an emoticon of a happy face giving the victory sign. Somehow that corniness makes Carl’s ‘secret’ at the dinner party flash by consciousness. Fuck, why did he choose me for his secret about his cherry? Yeah, being his ‘first’ seemed like a fun thing to do initially but I’m not all that thrilled about it now. I don’t know, but there’s too much responsibility involved. Oh man though, when I was younger and more clueless I thought nothing of obliging a sweet young gay lad who wanted me to take his cherry. And I’ve done it for a couple of those boys, but with Carl, it seems more, I don’t know, more ‘real’ somehow. Why didn’t he go to Robby? Oh, and we won’t be meeting at our normal spot after all ’cause here comes Carl now. He just walked out of the dormitory I’m standing in front of. He’s wearing his backpack and, Omigod, what a cute little-redheaded motherfucker he is too! He runs up to me smiling and sort of jumps on me for a quick hug and then he pats my chest as he says excitedly, his big blue eyes shining, “You got the same flattop Danny does for Pony and me! You look so awesome, Dylan!” I go, “Could you ratchet down the enthusiasm, please. We’re attracting attention,” and there are guys and girls looking over at us. Carl waves at one of them, and goes, “Hi, Simon!” A tall Ichabod Crane lookalike waves back, saying, “Yo Carl!” and another kid wearing a Merrimack baseball cap is now running toward us. What the fuck…? Carl goes, “Can you wait for a second, Dylan? I’d like to introduce you to someone.” The baseball cap kid comes to a sliding stops right in front of us and says to Carl, “Oh fuck, this is him, isn’t it?” I look at Carl and he goes, “Dylan, this is Pat Martinez who I told you about last night. Pat, meet my senior friend, Dylan Newman… ain’t he awesome?” and Pat does an unexpected hug, sort of bumping into me more than anything. He did it so fast I couldn’t reciprocate, as he’s saying, “Just so you know, Dylan, I didn’t do anything to Carl when he passed out the other night and I swear to God that pot wasn’t laced with cocaine.” I nod, mumbling, “Oh,” and Pat exclaims, “Omigod, Carl, he does look like your big brother!” Carl says, “Yep, I told you he looked like me,” and Pat murmurs, “And you have identical haircuts too!” Carl looks a little bit smug, the first time I’ve seen him look anything like ‘smug’, as he says, “Uh huh… well, we gotta get going now, Pat. Don’t we, Dylan?” I nod as he tells Pat, “We have a study group, I study with Dylan and my mentor, Rob. I told you about him too.” Pat goes, “Fuck! You’re lucky alright.” Pat’s still staring at me grinning. Huh, Carl was right… Pat does have nice teeth. I go, “Well, good to meet you, Pat.” Carl was also right when he said Pat isn’t as cute as we are. What Carl doesn’t realize is, in my book Pat qualifies as cute in the ‘funny-looking-cute’ category. What I mean is, he’s goofy looking, sure, but sort of in a cute way. I’ll feel bad for him when he outgrows his youthful looks though. Then he’s going to be a goofy-looking adult without any of the cute parts, although he will still have his nice teeth I suppose. I add, “Carl’s right, we’ve got a study group that we’re a little late for.” Pat goes, “Nice meeting you. I’ve never in my whole life met anyone as good looking before, um, I mean as good looking as you two.” What? I’m getting lumped in with Carl now? I used to be the exclusive… well, never mind. As we start walking toward the parking lot, Carl looks back to yell at Pat, “I’ll text you.” Pat goes, “Yeah, don’t forget.” Carl says to me, “Pat’s my first real freshman friend and I have you to thank for it, Dylan.” I go, “Why’s that?” and he says, “You gave me good advice about what to say when I saw Pat today. You know, what to say to him about what happened Friday night. He said he was embarrassed and he didn’t know what to say to me, but what I said to him made it seem okay. We’re friends now.” Hmmm, maybe Pat can handle Carl’s cherry-situation! In any case, I’m not bringing it up. Actually, I’m surprised he didn’t mention it last night, and what the hell… he may never mention it to me again. That would be good! During the ride to the apartment, Carl tells me in more detail than necessary about how nervous he was seeing Pat this morning on his way to breakfast. He tells me how he made himself stop to talk with Pat about Friday night. What I take from listening to Carl is… he didn’t say anything to Pat that I suggested he tell him, but it sounds as though Pat is just as clueless as Carl and, therefore, receptive to Carl’s convoluted explanation. They were both simply glad there are no hard feelings and now they’re supposedly tight buddies. Friends with a gay-related interest in each other, although I’m assuming that last part because Carl didn’t exactly spell it out. Pat is getting, by far, the better part of the package but I’m happy for both of them. Walking into our apartment building I’m thinking Robby will probably make a big deal about my haircut since he encouraged me to get it. Wrong! He doesn’t even notice my hair. He is smiling and friendly though, and enthusiastic about Coach Davis being impressed with Carl’s ‘batting’ progress, which reflects well on Robby I suppose. Carl’s blushing and shrugging which made me chuckle. I smell beer on Rob’s breath but he isn’t the least bit drunk ’cause even Robby can handle one beer without it affecting him. I get Carl and myself Cokes and then we all sit down at the kitchen table where Rob has our college assignments for tomorrow laid out. As Carl’s getting his work material out of his backpack that he has on his lap as Robby goes, “Let me have a sip of your Coke, babe,” and when I slide the can to him, he does look over at me and finally notices my hair, and goes, “Oh, jeez, you got a haircut, huh? I forgot you told me you were getting a real flattop this time.” Not quite the enthusiastic endorsement I was looking for. Plus, he never heard me say I was getting this flattop because I didn’t know I was getting it, which is, I suppose, almost like him forgetting I said it. In any case, that’s all the haircut ‘talk’ there is. Haircuts are of only, at most, a quickly passing interest to most guys. Rob, Carl, and I spend a little over two hours on class work, most of which we do individually and only during the half hour do we take turns quizzing each other on each others study material. Then, I put my shit away and Rob spends another twenty minutes with something Carl needs to redo. Carl’s courses don’t seem easier or harder than Rob’s and mine. That’s the thing about college, each year the subject matter doesn’t get harder like it mostly did through the first twelve years of our education. In college, the difficulty depends on the courses you take and, of course, your major has a lot to do with that. From what I can tell from casual conversations I’ve had while killing time in between classes talking with other students, a degree in Computer Science may be the easiest because it’s intuitive and most students have worked with computers since they were five or six years old, or even younger. The Business Degree Rob and I are in is supposedly the next easiest followed by Engineering, which is quite hard. Even harder are degrees in Physical Sciences and Biological Sciences and never mind pre-med and everything that entails. Other than that one, the degree that takes the most hours of preparation might actually be an Educational degree. That’s mostly because it involves all the regular class work and out of class work and studying… plus student teaching. I don’t know about that though because Danny hasn’t done any student teaching. That may be what his aunt has set up for him. I thought it was a teaching position when it’s probably student teaching, now that I think about it. Danny’s not the kind of person who talks much about himself so that’s never been clear. And I’m not saying college is easier than high school… it’s harder overall, but the subject matter each year doesn’t necessarily get more difficult. Finished studying for the night, we’re getting our backpacks ready for tomorrow as Robby asks, “So, what’s for dinner, babe?” I go, “Well, Carl doesn’t know it yet but he’s going to help me make mac and cheese from scratch again, which you and I will have also. To go with the mac and cheese you and I will also have individual Cornish game hens roasted in the oven with lemon and herbs inside the little critters. Carl’s having Mrs. Paul’s wild caught breaded fish sticks. I’m pretty sure the wild fish are caught first and then breaded and not caught already breaded as the label’s description would have you believe. We’ll all have a salad and French rolls and, of course, Carl will use his normal quarter pound of butter on his dinner rolls. How’s that sound?” Robby goes, “Sounds great except for the quarter pound of butter. How long before we eat?” I go, “Well, Carl and I will get the mac and cheese in the oven in about ten minutes… um, so we can eat in a little over an hour. I’ll preheat the oven now.” Rob goes, “Good. I’m gonna take a shower.” Carl’s shaking his head slowly, saying, “How can you guys eat Cornish hens? Don’t you know they slaughter those baby chickens when they’re only four weeks old?” Robby goes, “No, I didn’t know that but it’s probably why they’re so tender.” I snicker while getting my arm around Carl’s neck to pull him against my side, asking, “Why in the hell do you tell us shit like that?” Robby’s still chuckling as he goes down the hall. Carl’s arm goes around my waist and he squeezes me as he’s saying, kolej escort “I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.” I kiss his cheek, then say, “You smell good,” and I let him go. We put together the mac and cheese casserole in record time and then put it, and the slaughtered baby chickens in the oven. His fish sticks go in later so everything will be ready at the same time. I go, “Ya wanna help me make a salad?” He says, “Yes if you’ll kiss me again for, you know, inspiration.” I’m like, “Yeah, okay. Hey, you remember the kissing lesson I gave you, right?” He nods his head and then we do a fairly sexy kiss with open mouths, after which, I ask, “Do you have any more gum?” He goes, “Yes, in my coat. How’d you know I had gum?” I go, “Spearmint, right? That’s what your mouth tastes like.” He gets the gum out of his coat pocket and we chew it while making the salad. Almost finished with that, Carl says, “I’m feeling awkward about something I’ve been putting off asking you, but I need to ask you anyway.” I go, “Again? You need to ask me something else?” He nods his head and cuts a tomato in half holding the chef’s knife at the end of the handle. I take his hand and place it where it should be on the handle. Carl mutters, “Thanks, Dylan. Um, would you be mad at me if I wanted Pat to take my cherry? He and I talked about it and, ya know, it would be two cherries with one, um, one, um… fuck,” and his face gets red as he says ‘fuck’. I’m like, “No, I absolutely would not be mad. Pat’s an example of someone you should experience first-time sex with… someone like yourself. Help each other discover what you both like through trial and error, um, without dwelling too much on the ‘error’ part. That’s a perfect idea… you and Pat.” He looks at me and says, “I knew you’d say that because you’re nice… you’re kind.” I go, “Yes, I am! And you’re very observant noticing that about me.” He snickers and says, “You joke, but I mean it.” I give his waist a hug and say, “Be careful with that knife, oh, and don’t run with scissors.” He laughs and mutters, “Okay, I won’t.” Now I kinda wish I was gonna take his cherry. Nah, it’s better this way, although I’d kinda like to watch… heh heh. I’d ask him if I could watch except I don’t want to see his face break out in flames from blushing too hard. Finished the salad, we both spit out our chewing gum and I say, “How about if you cover the salad bowl with Saran Wrap and put the bowl in the refrigerator. I’m gonna grab a smoke.” He puts the salad in the refrigerator as I get my coat on and then wait for him to get his coat because he wants to go out on the balcony with me. Exhaling smoke, I ask, “Do you think you’re finally ready for your first… um, college finals?” He goes, “Omigod! You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I’m like innocent, asking, “What?” He laughs, saying, “I thought you were going to ask me if I’m ready for my first… you know.” I chuckle and then say, “Get serious! That’s too personal a question. So, when are you and Pat gonna do it?” He laughs and blushes but doesn’t answer. Then he goes, “Yeah, I’m ready for my first college final exams. I’m nervous about them but I’m studying my, um, I’m studying hard.” Robby comes out on the balcony, his hair still damp from the shower. He says, “Christ, you two with those haircuts… awesomely cute!” and he rubs both Carl’s and my head for a second with both of us ducking away from his hands. Another good thing or I should say the good thing about this for-real flattop haircut, is you can’t mess it up. Rub my head all you want but you can’t mess up a flattop like mine. I go, “Yeah, Carl and I are cute alright. As Carl said, we’re much cuter than Pat Martinez.” Robby goes, “Who?” Carl tells Rob about Pat being his first real freshman friend, but he doesn’t tell him about the other thing. I go, “Robby, you should see this kid’s teeth… this Pat Martinez kid’s teeth.” He laughs when I tell him about Carl’s describing Pat to me at the party. I don’t tell Rob about the two numbnuts pulling their pants down and whatnot… that’s Carl’s secret to tell if he wants to. Carl goes, “Did I really describe Pat like that? I’m terrible.” The dinner is good and after we clean up the kitchen, Rob drives Carl back to his dorm. When he gets back we watch Monday night football for a while and then I take a shower. We get to bed before eleven o’clock and have some hot and raucous sex that’s the same but, at the same time, totally different from the sex Danny’s and I had this afternoon. It’s the old story of sex with a lover being like no other. With Robby, it’s the best sex I ever have. I’ll do well to remember that when it’s the only sex I’m having at some point. The classes go as expected on Tuesday and after class, we’re standing outside the Bolger Building’s front door next to the sign that reads: ‘No Smoking’ lighting our cigarettes when I see a guy walking by who has a flattop haircut like mine. The guy nods at Robby, who mutters, “S’up, Reimer?” I glance at Rob and he goes, “He’s one of the team’s relief pitchers, Rich Reimer. Or, heh heh, he ‘might’ be one of the team’s relief pitchers. He’s sucked so bad during fall practice that maybe he won’t be one of the team’s relief pitchers.” That Reimer guy is one of Danny’s flattop boys, as Danny calls us. Seeing him made me think of another one of Danny’s flattop boys… Pony. I texted Pony Sunday afternoon but haven’t heard back from him. Going this long without hearing from Pony is unusual, to say the least. As we stand here waiting for a large loud group of freshmen to walk by in front of us, I text Pony feeling kinda bad I didn’t follow up my first text until now, but fuck, why the hell can’t he text me, ya know? Pony doesn’t text back but his roommate, Donald, does: ‘Daryl’s had a bad case of flu since Sun. Talk some sense into him… he needs to see a doctor’ Huh, he obviously read my text on Pony’s phone. I read the text to Robby, who says, “Yeah, there’s like an epidemic of flu on campus. I guess you’ve gotta go over there, but try not to catch his disease, ya know?” I sarcastically muttered, “Jeez, you’re so compassionate, Rob.” He snorts out a laugh and then says, “Well, what the fuck? Everybody gets the flu, ya know…” Staying with the sarcasm, I say, “No they don’t, but that’s good advice about me not catching his disease. I was going to share a can of Coke with him, but after your advice, maybe I won’t do that.” Rob chuckles and mumbles, “Hey, use lots of hand sanitizer. That’s all I meant.” Looking around, I’m thinking, ‘Damn, two days back from Thanksgiving break and things are getting fucked up already.’ Robby says, “How ’bout this? I drive us on campus, drop you off there at dormitory row, and while you’re straightening out your friend, I’ll hang out at the ballpark.” I nod, “Good plan. Let’s do it,” and that’s what we do. He drops me off at dormitory row, saying. “Text me when you’ve saved the kid, okay?” I nod and get out, mumbling, “Yeah, I will. Thanks,” and hunch my shoulders against the cold wind as I walk down to Pony’s dorm. This is fun… not! Donald opens the door when I knock and as I’m stepping inside, he nods his head at Pony who appears to be sleeping. The bed covers are hiding half his head. Donald and I bump fists as he says, “Thank God he fell asleep. His coughing is driving both of us nuts, and I mean he coughs up shit you don’t want me to know about. I like Pony, but he needs to see a doctor before I catch that shit he has!” I ask, “Well, is he at least taking anything for his cough, or whatever else ails him?” Donald shrugs, “Some over the counter shit. NyQuil I think.” Then he says, “Now that you’re here, I’m gonna go outside and get some fresh air, and then I’ve got a late class.” I’m like, “Go to it, dude.” He gets his coat, hat, and backpack on, we bump fist, he mutters, “Good luck and thanks for helping out.” I nod my head and when the door closes behind him, I look at Pony again but can’t see much of him… just his flattop… haha. Donald sticks his head back in, and says, “Oh, I wanted to tell you, Dylan, he’s had a fucking fever since at least Sunday night. He started complaining about a sore throat at your party.” I’m like, “Well, what’s he say lately about how he feels?” Making a ‘face’, he mumbles, “I don’t know, um, he says he feels like shit. He has chills but he’s sweating all the time too so I don’t know what’s up with that. Oh, and his chest hurts too, probably because he’s coughing all the fucking time. I wanted you to know all his symptoms so you can tell the doctor… seriously, please talk him into seeing a doctor!” Taking a deep breath, I’m like, “How the hell am I gonna do that?” He shrugs and says, “I don’t fucking know. Oh, that’s my blanket on top of his and yet he says he’s still cold. Fuck, I haven’t been able to get him to do anything. All he does is sleep, cough disgusting shit up, and complain.” I’m like, “Yeah? Has he eaten anything?” Donald’s closing the door saying over his shoulder, “Yeah, I’ve been bringing him soup from the dining hall but he needs to see a fucking doctor! Catch ya later, Dylan,” and the door closes behind him again. Swell! Donald couldn’t get out of here fast enough, not that I blame him… and he did come back to tell me what he knows. He’s been dealing with this for going on three days now. Well, Pony has too, but… Anyway, what should I do? Sitting at his desk I don’t do anything… that’s what I decide to do. Let him sleep and while he’s doing that, I’m doing nothing except thinking about how bored I am. Jesus, looking around the room I’m amazed at how neat it is in here. The only messy thing in this dorm room is Pony. After ten minutes of resisting the urge to snoop through the stuff on his desk, I get up and sit on the side of his bed to slowly lift the cover off his head and… holy shit… he looks bad! His breathing seems, I don’t know, shallow or something and he, um, stinks of BO. I guess lying in bed and sweating with the chills since Sunday morning might cause a BO situation. Goddammit, why do I need to decide what to do here? I’m no fucking doctor! Omigod, his eyes just opened! I quietly ask, “How ya feeling, Pony?” What a dumb-ass question. He squints, muttering, “Dylan? Am I dreaming again?” I can’t think what to say to that. He looks terrible ’cause his face has no color and his lips aren’t their normal pink color. I try smiling while stupidly saying, “Look at my haircut, Pony!” He doesn’t do that. Instead, he starts coughing and grabbing a fistful of Kleenex, then he hocks a disgusting greenish glop of phlegm into the wad of tissues and wheezes in a shallow breath. Oh fuck, that can’t be good. When I’m pretty sure he isn’t getting ready to hock up another phlegm ball, I touch his forehead and he is HOT! Hot as in a high fever and not hot like I normally… but never mind that now. He goes, “My chest hurts, Dylan, and I need something to drink.” Looking around I see an open can of orange soda on the bedside table and ask, “How about some soda?” He coughs up some horrid looking stuff that he barely catches in the wad of gross tissues in his fist and says, “Anything that’s liquid.” Omigod, I’m gonna hurl. I’d never make it as a nurse… or medic… medic, hmm.? After handing the warm soda can to Pony I take out my cell phone. Pony tries sitting up so I help him by getting my hand on his back and pulling him up a little. He sips some soda but not much, muttering, “My throat’s sore.” He lays back down closing his eyes as I text Connor. He texts back: ‘I’m in class’ and I text: ‘Step outside… this is important’. Twenty seconds later he calls and I go, “Connor, I need your opinion about a medical matter.” I tell him Pony’s symptoms: a fever for at least three days, coughing up disgusting green phlegm, chest hurts, hard to breathe, looks like shit with odd colored lips and very pale face. It’s a possible Zombie situation, sweating like a racehorse but with chills. I go, “Whaddaya think?” He goes, “First, forget about the Zombie possibility; that’s unlikely. Um, it sounds like bronchitis or pneumonia.” I go, “Pneumonia?” He says, “Yes, it’s more common than you might think but usually not as dangerous as it sounds.” I go, “Thank you, Doctor. What should I do?” Connor says, “Go ask your mommy,” and he laughs. I go, “CONNOR! This is serious,” but it’s good hearing him laugh. He chuckles, saying, “Take him to the hospital, of course. Preferably when you hang up.” Looking at Pony, who appears to have gone back to sleep still clutching the wad of tissues with unspeakable disgusting glop in them, I say, “He sleeps a lot.” Connor says, “Call an ambulance, Dylan. That’ll be the quickest way to get him some medical attention.” I’m like, “Oh, balls! Do I have the right to call an ambulance?” He goes, “Why not? Just do it. I’m sorry but I’ve got to get back to class.” Nodding my head which I do a lot, and in this case, no one can see me do it anyway, I say, “Thanks, Connor. I’m going to do that. You’re right.” He says, “Good luck. Tell me how it turns out tomorrow when I see you at the Quad, okay?” We end the call and I sit here on the edge of Pony’s bed looking at him. Fuck, calling an ambulance seems like something adults do, not college students. Omigod, what a pussy thing that thought was… I dial 911. Yeah, what could happen… I’ll get yelled at? I mean, there is some kind of medical emergency procedure in place here at Merrimack, but I don’t remember what it is and I’m fucking flustered so I’ll deal with whatever the repercussions of not calling Merrimack’s emergency thing, as well as, deal with whatever the fallout might be for calling 911… deal with all that shit later. I tell the 911 operator my friend looks like he’s dying and he can’t seem to breathe… much. An exaggeration perhaps, but what do I know… ya know? She wants the exact location and directions for getting here on campus. Then, for some crazy reason, I need to stay on the line with this woman, probably until the police get here to arrest me for calling 911 simply because my friend has the flu. The police don’t come, but ten minutes later there’s a knock on the door and when I open it there’s this cute guy wearing an EMT uniform. He’s in his early twenties and looks very serious as he asks me, “Do you have a medical emergency?” He has such an earnest look on his handsomely/cute face I step back and all I can do is point at Pony, muttering, “Um, him, I think,” and then I babble, “I don’t know if I should have called 911 or not… I um, I didn’t know what else…” but the cute guy and an older man have walked quickly past me already. The older man has a stretcher on wheels. The cute young guy has that light brown hair that’s my favorite ‘look’ for guys. He has a cool haircut too, one he probably got this very morning. It’s cut short but not wicked short. He combed it down on top with the bangs flipped up. Yeah, that’s one of my favorite haircuts from a few years back. Except for having light brown straight hair, this guy reminds me of that uber hot and sexy actor, Ryan Phillippe. He has short curly or wavy blond hair. Well, I don’t know what he looks like now. I’m talking about the way he looked when I saw him in a movie. It was an old movie and he was playing a detective. The title was… um, I can’t remember the fucking title but the director of the movie knew what he was doing… there were lots of close-ups of Ryan’s face. Then I think I hear a question and I go, “What?” Oh, the Ryan lookalike young guy asked me a question. I wasn’t paying attention and he seems annoyed that he needs to repeat the question, “How long has he been like this?” They were taking vital signs but now the older guy is putting that plastic gadget with the two little prongs that go in Pony’s nostrils… oxygen obviously. I shrug, “Um, well, his roommate just texted me, or I texted him first, not the roommate but Pony, um, Daryl…” Ryan looks annoyed again, as he asks for the third time, “How many days has he been like this?” I’m getting annoyed too as I go, “How the fuck do I know? Three days I guess. I’m not his roommate!” The older guy has the stretcher set up, saying, “Let’s get him to the hospital, Ryan. We’ll sort the details out there.” Omigod, the Ryan Phillippe cute young lookalike guy’s name is Ryan! That’s unbelievable! Pony maltepe escort wakes up as he’s being transferred to the stretcher and as they’re covering him with blankets he looks frightened holding his hand out to me, saying weakly, “Dylan?” as if he’s asking a question. I go, “They’re taking you to the hospital, Pony. I’ll go with you,” and the older man says, “Well take him to Lawrence General… meet us there.” I nod at the guy who said that and then look over at Pony while pointing at the EMT guy so Pony will believe me that I’ll be there at the hospital. Then they take him away, just like that. Jeez, they didn’t even ask for a credit card number. I go outside with them and see their ambulance is parked right up on the sidewalk. There a dozen student gawkers murmuring speculations to each other. I hear someone mutter, “Overdose”. Jesus, that’s an original thought! The back door of the ambulance gets opened as Pony’s looking back to make sure I’m coming. I try smiling at him. Actually, I’m splitting my time between trying to reassure Pony and then switching to gawk at Ryan. Wow, is he sexy looking! Nice body too. He’s like two inches taller than me but just as slim. Strong too as he and the older guy lift Pony and the stretcher into the back of the ambulance effortlessly and then they slam the doors. They’re very business-like EMTs and neither has paid me any attention at all. Obviously, Ryan’s on the other sexually oriented team or he would have noticed me eyeballing him by now. Fuck, some bitchy overweight girl probably has EMT Ryan wrapped around her finger without appreciating how lucky she is to have a hot boyfriend like him. What a waste! Off they go without even knowing my friggin’ name. I guess it’s not their job to worrying about who’s going to pay for this… and why am I thinking about that? I don’t care either, um, assuming it’s not me. Oh fuck… I called them but, um, how’s this shit work anyway? Christ, the things I never gave a thought to before, but probably should have. Yeah, I’ll bet there’s probably a lot of things I haven’t thought about! As I’m walking toward the ballpark, I text Robby: ‘I need the pickup keys. Can you come out for a second?’ He texts back that he’s coming out right now. I’m almost at the door when Rob walks out, asking, “What’s up with Pony?” I tell him what happened and he asks, “Do you want me to come to the hospital with you?” Yeah, I do, but I don’t want to seem like a dork, so I mumble, “Nah, then there would be two of us sitting around not knowing what we’re supposed to do.” He hands me the keys, saying, “Okay, if you’re sure. Um, I’ll get a ride to the apartment later from one of the guys. Text me though. Let me know what’s happening.” I go, “Yeah, okay. I wish I knew what I’m supposed to do when I get there.” Robby goes, “Christ, I don’t know either. Just be there in case Pony needs a ride back here this afternoon.” Nodding, I go, “Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Rob, I’ll let you know what’s up when I know, um, what’s up.” He pats my shoulder, “Good luck, Dylan. You’re a really good guy taking care of your friend.” I just shrug because I’m not sure I did the right thing calling 911. I drive off toward the city of Lawrence. It’s only about five miles from Merrimack, maybe less than that, and then the hospital is another couple of miles inside the city. I know approximately where the hospital is because I’ve been there once or twice, but not recently. When I’m in the vicinity there are signs for the hospital that I follow and then I’m parking in the hospital lot twenty minutes after the ambulance drove off. Feeling nervous, I walk quickly in through the emergency room’s automatic double doors and go to the information desk to stand behind a frantic couple asking about someone who was in a car accident. I don’t hear their whole story because I feel a tap my shoulder. I turn around and see the older of the two ambulance guys. He goes, “Glad you’re here, pal, I need you to sign this,” and he points to what looks like a smartphone. He goes, “Use your finger,” as he’s holding the device out to me. Glancing around for the Ryan Phillippe lookalike of twenty years ago, and not seeing him, I’m like, “Why do I need to sign this?” He talks quickly as though he’s bored, saying, “You called for the ambulance and if the kid’s parent’s medical insurance won’t cover the $300 cost the company will try collecting it from you, a college student. They won’t have much luck with that so they’ll eventually say fuck it. The kid says he’s got health insurance so you won’t be involved anyway unless the kid is lying, so you don’t need to worry about it…. just sign, okay?” I’m like, “Huh?” He nods his head at the device he’s holding, so what the fuck, I scribble some wiggly lines at the space for a signature with my finger, and then ask, “Where’s your partner?” The guy glances around and then mumbles, “I guess Ryan’s back in the truck. Thanks, kid,” and he takes my illegible signature and walks out through the doors I came in. A pleasant-sounding black woman at the information desk asks, “Can I help you?” Turning back to her, I go, “Um, that ambulance guy just brought in my friend and, um, I guess I’d like to know where he’s at now. My friend, not the ambulance guy.” She points to her left and says, “See the woman in the blue shirt two stations down. She handles new admissions.” After muttering ‘thanks’ I walk down and stand in front of that desk. This woman, a very thin Hispanic woman wearing what looks like a man’s shirt and big eyeglasses continues tapping on her computer while completely ignoring me. After waiting a while, I do two of my fake coughs and she looks up, asking, “What can I do for you?” When I tell her she brightens up, saying, “Oh good! We need information for your friend. Have a seat.” I sit down but the information she wants, like his home address, his parent’s health care provider, his home telephone number, his date of birth, and…” and I say, ” I don’t know any of that. I just know him from college. Why didn’t you ask Daryl these questions?” She says, “The doctor took him away as soon as he looked at him. I got his name, that’s all.” She says she’ll get the information from Daryl later and for me not to worry about it. I wasn’t worried about it. Getting up, I wander around and then go through a doorway clearly marked ‘Hospital Personnel Only’ where I spot someone wearing scrubs; the kind I see actors playing doctors on TV wearing. Going up to this guy, who’s slurping hot coffee from a paper cup, I’m like, “Excuse me.” He’s an average looking young guy who, on second look, appears too young to be a doctor. After another long loud slurp, which causes a sharp pain at the back of my head, the guy frowns at me and then says, “You’re not supposed to be back here. The waiting room is that way,” and he points to the door I just came through. Looking where he’s pointing and then back at him, I go, “Oh, I didn’t know that. There’s very poor signage in here. Um, I need to know what’s happening with my friend who was brought here a half hour ago. He’s kinda, um…” I was gonna say cute, but change it to, “I mean he’s kinda got a haircut like mine and he’s a college student, um, from Merrimack.” The guy goes, “Oh yeah? Hey, they’re looking for information regarding him. See Ms. Slickter in the waiting area.” I go, “Yeah, I already saw her. So, do you know what’s up with my friend? Where he’s at, for example…” He goes, “He getting intravenous fluids and they’re taking him for a chest X-ray. Hey, I’m just an orderly, buddy, and you need to go back out that door.” We both look at the door again as I mumble, “Sure thing, thanks.” He slurps his coffee again as I stand here. In a little louder voice, he goes, “Hey, that’s all I know,” and he walks away. Well, balls! Is this any way to run a hospital? I knew he was too young to be a doctor. Continuing to wander in places I shouldn’t, I’m looking into little curtained-off sections with sick people in them hoping to see Pony. I assume these people are sick ’cause they don’t appear to be injured. An older lady, probably a nurse if I can go by her outfit, yells, “Hey, you! Young man, you’re not allowed back here.” Walking over to her, I say, “I’m trying to find out what’s up with my friend.” She looks at me and grins, saying, “Jeez, that’s a cool flattop haircut ya got there, kiddo. My twin brother had a flattop haircut from grade school until he was forty years old.” Nodding my head, I go, “I’m probably not gonna have one that long,” then I’m like, “Wait a minute… your brother had a flattop during what… the eighties? Really?” She shrugs, “Yep, he was and still is an original thinker.” I go, “Huh! Um, do you know anything about a college kid with pneumonia who was brought to the emergency room a half hour ago?” She goes, “Oh, is he your friend? They’re looking for someone to give them information about him.” I nod, “Yes, I know. Where is he, do you know?” She goes, “Dr. Oswald had him sent to have his chest X-rayed.” I go, “Where’s that?” She points to an elevator, saying, “Up two floors but you aren’t allowed there.” After thanking her, I stand here until she gives me a ‘look’. I smile back and she obviously decides it’s not worth her trouble to make me leave so she shrugs and then hurries off someplace. I use the elevator to go up two floors. Fuck, I feel like Chubby doing all this bogus shit. This is how he’d handle this situation… ya just agree that you’re not supposed to be doing what you’re doing and then continue doing it… Getting off the elevator I see a tall skinny black dude pushing Pony on a squeaky-wheeled stretcher. Hey, I’m getting lucky! The wheels make a constant annoying squeaking sound as he rolls the stretcher out a wide door. I go, “Hold up a second,” and the black dude turns around, and says, “Oh, you’re not supposed…” and I interrupt, saying, “I know, I’m not supposed to be here but since I am, where are you taking him?” Pony squirms around on the stretcher and repeats what he said in his dorm room. He says, “Dylan?” making it a question. He has an IV in his right arm with a bottle hanging from a metal pole that’s also on wheels, and Pony’s still got the oxygen thingie in his nostrils. I say, “I’m here checking on you, Pony. Don’t worry about a thing.” The skinny black guy calls down to a stout woman in a uniform, saying, “Joyce, this kid shouldn’t be here.” Joyce starts striding down to us. Her nurse’s uniform is too small for her, plus she has a man’s regular SuperCut haircut. From the expression on her face I’m guessing she isn’t going to take any shit from me, so I quickly ask the skinny black dude, “Where are you taking my friend?” He goes, “The doctor wants to keep him overnight. I’m taking him to the eighth floor.” I nod and mutter, “Thanks,” and then put a big smile on my face and say to the stout woman, “Maybe you can help me. I’m lost. Which way is the emergency room?” The skinny black guy snickers as he pushes Pony’s stretcher away with Pony saying, “Visit me in my room, Dylan.” The stout woman looks at Pony, and then looks back at me saying, “You’re not allowed to be in X-ray!” I reject my first inclination, which is to say, ‘No shit’, and say instead, “That’s what that guy told me, but I’m lost. This hospital is confusing… the signage in here sucks.” She goes, “Come with me,” and I follow her through a few doors where she points at a bank of elevators, saying, “Reception is down two floors. You can ask about visiting hours there.” I go, “Oh, thank you so much.” She nods her head a few times knowing she’s being bullshit but, not being able to do anything about it, she struts off back the way we came. I get on the elevator and go up to the eighth floor. Looking around for a second, I walk down to what appears to be a nurse’s station. A nurse looks up as I approach. She frowns, asking, “Are you lost?” I put on another brilliant smile and say, “No, I’m here to visit my sick brother who is on this floor and I give her Pony’s name.” She taps on her computer and then looks up to say, “First of all, you can’t see him until visiting hours and secondly he’s not in his room yet. How’d you get up here?” Ignoring that last question I pretend I’m confused, asking, “When are visiting hours?” She goes, “Visiting hours don’t start this evening until seven o’clock.” I’m like, “Really? Nobody told me that.” I’m stuck for the moment but then I hear squeaky wheels and turn to see the tall skinny black guy coming out of a room at the end of the hallway with an empty stretcher. I turn back to the nurse, saying, “Um, okay, I’ll come back at seven,” and walk down the hall toward the room the squeaky stretcher just came out of. As the skinny black guy pushes the stretcher past me he’s shaking his head and muttering to himself, “It’s none of your business, Earl,” and he keeps going. He’s right, it’s none of his business… way to be, Earl. Going in the room Earl just came out of, room 809, I see Pony in bed near the windows with a nurse getting him comfortable. Walking by the first two beds I smile and nod at two confused looking sick people, an old white man with a disgustingly long white beard and a middle-aged black guy who smiles back at me. The nurse, an officious looking older lady, turns around and asks, “Who are you?” Pointing at Pony, I say, “I’m that guy’s friend. How’s he doing?” She says, “He’ll be fine after getting rehydrated and a lot of antibiotics.” I go, “Uh huh, and what’s he got, um, disease-wise or whatever?” She says, “You shouldn’t be here. Visiting hours start at seven. They’re eleven till two, and then seven at night until ten.” I nod, “Oh, thanks. I didn’t know that. So, what’s wrong with my friend there?” She exhales an annoyed deep breath and goes, “He has an upper respiratory infection from a virulent strain of influenza that’s making its way around town.” Nodding my head, I go, “Thank you. I was wondering when I might be able to come to get him after, um, whatever needs to be done here…” She says, “He’ll be released tomorrow. You shouldn’t be here now though.” I go, “As I mentioned, I didn’t know that. There’s very poor signage…” The nurse adjusts the tube attached to Pony’s arm and then she’s apparently too tired after working all day to argue with me and she merely says, “Don’t stay long,” as she’s leaving. Going over to the bed, I’m like, “So, how ya feeling now… any better?” He goes, “A little better, yeah. You are so cool, Dylan. The way you talked to that nurse… haha.” Shrugging, I’m like, “So you’re feeling better already, huh?” He goes, “I feel a little better… not good, but better. They’re very nice here.” I go, “Yep, a very friendly place with lots of obliging people,” and I feel his forehead with the palm of my hand and to me, he still feels hot. Pony puts out his hand so I hold it, as he says, “Thanks for getting me here, um, I feel safe now. Donald kept saying I needed to see a doctor but I was too sick to do that.” I go, “Catch 22,” and he goes, “What’s that?” Shaking my head, I’m like, “Nothing. Um, I’m not supposed to be here so I gotta go pretty quickly, but I’ll come by tomorrow to find out when I can take you back to the dorm.” He looks sleepy as he says, “Okay, thanks, Dylan. You’re my best friend.” I squeeze his hand and then back away doing a little hand wave, goofily… making him grin. Walking toward the elevators, I’m thinking… holy shit, that went pretty well. At the pickup truck, I text Rob and tell him Pony’s all settled in at the hospital and he’ll be fine. Driving back I’m feeling good about myself. That’s how not to take ‘no’ for an answer… just like my brother would do it. Christ, how many times did I hear… ‘you’re not supposed to be here’… not supposed to be here my ass! to be continued… Donny Mumford. thinat20@yahoo. donnymumford@outlook ======================================================== Hoping some readers may be interested, there are books of mine published and available on zon. Anyone who has Kindle can download them for next to nothing. The books are usually around ten dollars. They are about a 19 year old gay boy (Oliver) who has a far different life than Dylan’s. And there is a new book, ‘Mike, his Bike and Me’. Please at least check them out by typing my name on zon. Information about the story in the books can be found in some detail there. Thank you. Donny Mumford ======================================================== Hey guys, how about making a small (or large, go for it!) tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. 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Subject: Chaste In College Chapter 6 (Revised) Chaste in College This story is a work of fiction. All characters, places etc… are fictional and any similarities with the real world are entirely coincidental. This story contains sexual content, including BDSM and other alternative sexual content between males over the age of 18. The behavior in this story is not condoned (or even legaly in some casese), and this story is purely erotic fiction. This content may be not legal for you to read in your jurisdiction. If this is the case, do not continue reading this document. By continuing, you indemnify the author and the publisher from any responsibility for you reading this. Copyright TheHaydster, 2017. This story may be reproduced provided access to it is without charge and the story and copyright notice are not modified. From Chapter 5: Well, it at least alleviated my blue balls and was the closest I could get to cumming while I was locked. I managed to look at the bright side and used the device the next day, with the same results. It wasn’t quite as explosive, but it felt good to relieve the pressure. Unfortunately, the one thing I forgot to do was lock the door, and Josh waltzed in just as I was “cumming”. “Dude, what the f**k?!” Chapter 6 “S**t!” I quickly yanked the blanket on my bed over my crotch, but it was too late. “What the hell is that on your cock?!” Josh blurted out. “Nothing” I managed to get out, while I was slowly going bright red. “C’mon Cody, show me” “No, it’s too embarrassing” “I won’t tell anyone” he coaxed me. I reasoned that he would find out anyway eventually so I lowered the blanket. I managed to turn the device off (lucky it was quiet) and slip it out before lowering the blanket, carefully hiding the device under it. “Swear never to tell anyone” I begged him. “I promise Cody. I won’t tell anyone” he replied sincerely. “what is it?” “Um… it’s a chastity device” I whispered. “So you can’t cum with it on?” “Yeah” “Didn’t know you were kinky, dude” Josh was cool now, just mentioned it like he’d discovered a food I liked gaziosmanpaşa escort or something. “I’m not” I was still bright red “Cody, you’re wearing a chastity device, that counts as kinky. Better make sure you don’t lose the key or you won’t be getting off any time soon, by the way.” “I don’t have the key” I muttered. He looked really surprised “What? Who has the key? Girlfriend or boyfriend?” My jaw dropped. “Neither” I managed to get out “Who, then?” “Can we talk about this later” I was dying of embarrassment. “Sure, but we will talk about this later. Hey, at least you don’t need to lock me out of the bathroom when you’re in there anymore. I did wonder, because you were never this modest before” He bounced out of my room into his own through the bathroom. I was still red as a beetroot, but even through my embarrassment I realised that I was lucky Josh hadn’t freaked out about it. He might freak if he found out Blake had locked me up. Incidentally, Blake was due to visit soon. I’ll get to cum! Anyway, I know Josh doesn’t break his word so it won’t go any further, and he did get annoyed about me locking him out of the bathroom when I was in there. The one really bright side was that he asked if it was a boyfriend or a girlfriend that had me locked without any qualms at all. It looks like coming out to him shouldn’t be a problem. If only he was gay too. I cleaned up the device and stashed it away again, before studying. Hitting the books worked well as a distraction. The rest of the week went quietly, and Blake turned up on the weekend. I pretty much dragged him to my room. He chuckled at my eagerness, and had trouble not laughing out loud when I told him about Josh finding out about me. “Horny much, bro” he smirked. “Blake, I’m dying to cum, please unlock me” I begged. “Ok, strip off and lie down” he ordered. Once I was lying on the bed naked (except for my cage), he got a bunch of velcro cuffs out and cuffed my wrists together, than cuffed my ankles together. “Blake, what gölbaşı escort the f…” I managed to say before he pounced and stuffed a gag in my mouth. “Here’s the deal, little bro. I know you want to get off, but I also know you won’t lock up again. I’m going to get you off, then lock you up again. Let’s make it fun, though” He then slipped a blindfold on me. I lay still as I felt him unlock my cage. My cock sprang out, rock hard instantly. He chuckled and stroked it gently. I moaned into the gag. I was lost in the sensation when I suddenly felt things like suction cups attach to my nipples. I knew my nipples were sensitive but damn! This was hot, and hotter still when they started to vibrate. My hole was twitching wishing that I had the device in. Blake evidently noticed, and slowly slid a plug into my hole, which felt so good. He turned the vibrating nipple suction cups off, then put something over my cock. It felt soft and so good! I moaned loudly into the gag. “Here’s the fun part, bro” Blake said, with a slightly evil edge to his voice. As soon as he said it, the nipple clamps, plug and cock sheath started vibrating. I was moaning and getting so close to cumming, but I couldn’t get over the edge. It just held me there, so close to cumming, but not giving me enough stimulation. “Let me cum!” I shouted into the gag. “You won’t cum just yet Cody, that’s the whole point. It couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes, but it felt like forever. I was thrashing about and screaming into the gag. I even would have let him re-lock me without cumming, the edging was that torturous. I felt the devices vibrations change and the plug started hitting my button harder. I screamed louder than I ever have before as my cock exploded. Stars flashed in front of my eyes as I came and came and came. I think I blacked out, because the next thing I remember was waking up untied with my cock locked back in the cage. “Welcome back, bro. Had fun?” Blake enquired. “I was cursing you at first, but damn it was hot when I came” keçiören escort “You blacked out as soon as you finished cumming. You had quite a bit backed up there. Get dressed and we’ll go out somewhere for lunch” Blake bought me lunch at the refec. For those who don’t know the term, refec is short for refectory. Still confused? Refectory is an archaic term for canteen/cafeteria/food buying and eating place which is still used at a number of Australian universities for some reason. Anyway, back to the story. We talked about nothing much over lunch then we went for a walk down by the river. Blake looked a bit nervous, and I wasn’t sure why. “Big bro, what’s up? You look like you’re about to burst” I queried. “I got a job!” he burst out happily. “Awesome! Good on you! What are you doing?” I replied, pleased for him “I’m designing parts for TechnikFabrik! They want me in their lead team” “I didn’t know they had a team in Australia” “Um…” Blake looked nervous again “They want me at head office” My face fell. “You’re going to Germany?” I asked. “Yes” Blake replied sadly. “They will fly me back once every 6 months, so I will see you still pretty often” I was feeling pretty sad that he was going so far away. We have always been close. “At least we can Skype, right?” I told him. “Absolutely. Although there is another problem.” “Fuck! How will I get unlocked while you are away?” I asked, realising what his job meant. I can’t only cum every 6 months! I’ll die of hornyness! “Well, bro, I could keep the keys and only unlock you when I’m visiting. It will…” I cut him off. “No way are you doing that! You can’t only let me cum once every 6 months! You’ve got to unlock me when you leave!” “You know I can’t do that Cody. I do have another idea, but you’re not going to like it.” Sorry that this chapter is so short, but it seemed like a good place to end it. Some sexy adventures are ahead for Cody and others. Any suggestions would be welcome as I only have a vague idea where this story is going. Cody, Blake, Josh and others live in my head, so I can’t really control them but by feeding ideas into my brain the story starts to take shape. Any questions, comments, criticisms, suggestions? Contact me hoo.au By the way, I live in Melbourne, Australia and would like to be locked up to encourage me to lose weight, eat healthily and exercise. If anyone is in Melbourne (whether you are dom or not), drop me an email?

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Subject: Jake’s Tale 9 This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men. If this offends you, why are you here? If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This story in no way represents any person living or dead. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. Remember that in this fantasy world, there are no sexually transmitted diseases. We are not so lucky in the real world. Play safe when performing the acts in this story and wear a condom. Character List Jake — The horny College Frat guy who can never seem to get enough cock. Stan — Jake’s Roommate and hot stud. Jake is lusting after Stan’s tall studly frame and Stan’s big thick cock. Nick — Man from the Adult store that Jake gave a great ride too. Phil — College Football player that Jake likes. Coach Anderson — College Coach who has promised a special reward to Phil for choosing to play on his football team. Steve — College maintenance man who found out how good a cock sucker Jake was in the men’s room. Lee — College guy who got lucky by finding Jake servicing Steve in the men’s room. Jerry – College guy working in the library that helped Jake find a book and got to fuck Jake’s ass as a reward. Security Guard — caught Jake and jerry fucking in the Library and got overwhelmed by Jake’s sexual energy and Jake went for a ride on his hot cock. Kyle (from Coach’s Office) — Fraternity Brother of Jake’s JD (from Coach’s Office) — Fraternity Brother to Jake Hi loyal readers. Sorry it has been so long since your last installment of Jake’s Tail. You might remember that we last left Jake in Florida with Nick. Nick was there for business and some pleasure with Jake. Jake was there for the one thing Jake is always after COCK. I see Jake walking on a beach why don’t we look and see if Jake finds what he is looking for in some hot and hard beach boy. Jake’s Tale Chapter 9 Jake walked slowly down the beach. The sun felt good on his bare skin. He was wearing only a pair of tight shorts that clung to his two beefy ass cheeks. His blonde hair looked like spun gold in the bright Florida sunshine. He took in the sight of the water, the sun, the sky and the hot looking guys. He watched a couple of young guys playing volleyball. Their skin was tan, their bodies were lean and well muscled and they almost glistened with the drops of sweat that cascaded down their bodies. Jake would have loved to run his tongue between the two sweaty pectoral muscles and taste their salty skin. He of course would not have stopped at their chests. His tongue would have explored more of their sweaty bodies than just the exposed chests. He walked a little further and saw two more guys. Both were tan and had athletic bodies. They were wearing shorts and tank tops. Jake wanted to see more of their bare skin. He continued to walk slowly in their direction. He heard their voices as they talked to two very attractive girls. Jake judged the girls to be a few years older than the guys. He bet the guys were probably freshman and the girls were at least college juniors or seniors. The guys were definitely out of their league. Jake smiled as the two guys got shot down by the girls. The lines the guys had used showed there in experience. They thought they were cool and slick and to high school girls they probably were but not to those college bomb shells. Jake decided to follow the guys down the beach and see if they got shot down any more. It might be entertaining. He had nothing else to do anyway. Nick would be in meetings all day. “Feel free to do whatever you want,” Nick had said after their morning fuck. “I’ll be tied up in this meeting all day.” “No problem,” Jake said. “I’ll find someone to occupy my time.” “Yeah, I bet you will,” Nick had retorted. “Just be back here ready for this cock tonight.” “I’m always ready for this cock,” Jake said and took the thick member into his hand. He slowly massaged the soft meat and felt it respond. “Fuck,” Nick breathed. “I don’t have time for another fuck session.” “Just build up a big load for me,” Jake said. “I’ll drain these tonight.” Jake’s hand left Nick’s cock and moved to Nick’s balls. Jake’s fingers massaged the two large eggs and knew that those hot nuts would be filling his ass with cum tonight. Now Jake was watching the two young guys in front of him make their way down the beach. They stopped and talked to a couple other girls but moved on when the girl’s boyfriends showed up. “These guys are just not having any luck,” Jake thought. “What the fuck,” one of the guys said to the other. “What is wrong with this place? We can’t get into any of these girls pants.” “Yeah,” the other agreed. “It is like these babes have no taste. Can you believe those two hot chicks like those other guys better than us?” “We are so much better than them.” Jake had to agree the two guys he was watching were much hotter than those girls’ boyfriends. The guys tried once more to pick up a couple of girls and were shot down. They moved to a bench and dropped down on it. “This sucks.” “Fuck yeah. I had so thought we would be getting laid this week.” “It is only our first day here.” “Yeah, and we have only been here a couple hours.” “Fuck but I am horny,” the one guy said and reached down and rubbed the semi-erect cock in his shorts. “Me too.” “Having a hard day,” Jake said sitting down next to them. “Yeah,” the one guy said. “Here for Spring break?” Jake asked them. “Yes, we just got here with our class,” the one dude said. “I’m here on Spring break too,” Jake told them. “With your class?” “Nah, me and a buddy came down. He’s off taking care of business,” Jake said. “Lucky dog.” “Looks like you have had the same trouble we have been having.” “The day isn’t over yet,” Jake said grinning. “I expect to get just what I want before the sun goes down.” “Oh yeah. Confident aren’t you.” “Sure am. I usually do get what I want.” Jake flashed them a shit eating grin. He had decided what he wanted and it was sitting next to him on the bench. It was going to be so easy to get these goes. “My names Jake,” Jake held out his hand to the closer of the two guys. “I’m Lucas,” the guy said and took his hand. Lucas felt a surge of something hit him when he touched Jake’s hand. The surge ran from the palm of his hand through his body and into his crotch. He felt his heart rate increase and felt his blood surge into his cock. Jake had passed his palm across his sweaty chest before offering his hand to the younger guy. He knew exactly what the contact would do to this horny boy. Jake then took the other guys hand. “I’m Shane,” he said as his fingers closed on Jake’s. Jake felt the heat of the guys palm and the pulse rate increase just as it had with Lucas. Shane felt a tingle in his balls as he held onto Jake’s hand. He felt the surge of sexual energy driving through his nervous system and straight into his prick. You guys look a bit flushed,” Jake said grinning. “Maybe you have had too much sun?” “Um, maybe,” Lucas said. “I am staying at a house right over there,” Jake said pointing toward the house where he and Nick were staying. “Why not come in for a while. I know there is something cold in the fridge.” “Um, we um,” Shane started to say. “Come on,” Jake interrupted. “You guys need to get out of this sun. You need to relax a bit. Come back after you have had a cold drink and I’m sure you will find just the kind of chicks you want.” “Let’s do it,” Lucas said. “Come on,” Jake said heading off toward the house. Lucas and Shane looked at Jake’s back and down to Jake’s ass cheeks as they flexed. Shane licked his lips and reached down and adjusted his cock before getting up from the bench. The two guys followed Jake to the house. Jake smiled as he heard the guys behind him. He had never doubted that they would follow him. He could practically hear their blood surging into their young dicks. He couldn’t wait to get them inside. “Take a seat and I’ll get us some drinks,” Jake said. Lucas and Shane flopped down on the sofa and soon Jake returned with a couple of bottles of beers. He handed each of them the ice cold beverage and sat down next to Shane. Jake’s body was pressed right up against Shane. Jake’s bare leg rubbed against Shane’s. Jake’s totally smooth skin could feel the soft downy hair on Shane’s leg. “Thanks dude,” Shane said taking a long pull off the bottle. “This sure hits the spot.” “I just knew you two needed a drink,” Jake said. Jake reached over and squeezed Shane’s leg. He felt the younger guy tense up at the touch. He felt the heat of the guy’s body and knew that the contact was having its desired effect. “Nice place,” Lucas said looking around the well furnished house with the large screen plasma TV and surround sound system. “Nicer than our hotel room.” “Yeah, it is nice,” Jake said. “It has everything I need.” “I, um, need to take a piss,” Shane said suddenly standing up. “Right down that hall,” Jake said standing up and pointing. “First door on the left.” “Thanks,” Shane said and hurried from the room. Shane stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. His cock was rock hard. He wondered if the other guys had noticed. He had tried to hide it, but was sure that it looked like a flag pole in his shorts. Shane stepped up to the toilet and lowered his shorts. He pushed his erection down toward the toilet bowl and tried to concentrate on pissing. His mind was still filled with the sexual energy he had been feeling. He thought of the soft skin of Jake’s leg against his. He could still feel Jake’s hand on his leg. It was as if the guys hand had been burned into the skin there. Shane squeezed his rock hard 7.5 inch boner and wondered if he had time to beat off. He wondered if maybe that would settle his surging teenage hormones. After what seemed like hours, Shane’s piss finally started splashing into the toilet bowl. He sighed at the relief. He shook off the last drops. His dick was still almost rock hard, but not quite as hard as when he entered the bathroom. He stepped up to the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror. “Get a grip,” he told himself as he washed his hands. Jake dropped back down on the sofa but this time he was right next to Lucas. Jake made sure that his bare leg brushed against the other guys. He was sure this guy was going to be so horny in a few minutes that his young teenage boner would be pushing out the fly of his shorts. “I am surprised that you and your pal have had such a hard time picking up chicks,” Jake said. “Us too,” Lucas said. “You both were two of the hottest guys out there on the beach today,” Jake said. “Hard to believe that girls were passing the two of you up.” “I know,” Lucas said agreeing. Lucas took another long drink from the beer and realized he had already finished it. “Oh, here have mine,” Jake said. “I haven’t even touched it yet.” “Thanks dude,” Lucas said and took the bottle. Shane returned to the room and found Jake sitting where he had been. The blonde guy was practically sitting on Lucas’s lap. Shane dropped down where Jake had been sitting. “I was just telling your friend here how surprising it is that the two of you were not having much luck with the girls on the beach. You are both damn hot.” “Um, thanks,” Shane said. He had never been told that etimesgut escort he was hot by another guy before. “It is true,” Jake said. “Not to mention you are both hung.” Both Lucas and Shane were surprised by the comment. They both knew that they were above average in the cock department. They had checked out the other guys in the locker room and knew that they definitely had nothing to fear in the endowment department. They had just never heard another guy be so blunt about it. “Um, you really shouldn’t be noticing that,” Shane said. “Why not,” Jake asked and placed his hand on Shane’s leg. “It is true. That is a nice piece of meat you got in those shorts. Although…I do think your friend here is a bit bigger.” Jake placed his other hand on Lucas’s bare leg. He rubbed up and down the two guy’s soft skin with the soft hairs tickling his palms. “Yelp, I have a big one,” Lucas said. “Bigger than his.” “What the fuck,” Shane said surprised. “Hey it is true,” Lucas said. “It is bigger than yours.” “Only in your mind,” Shane said defensively. “Man, I have seen you naked in the locker room and know it is.” “You checking me out in the locker room?” “Just seeing what you got dude.” “Well, you haven’t seen it when it is at its best.” “Aint going to matter dude. Mine is still bigger. Don’t get me wrong, you aren’t small or anything. Hell it is like a monster compared to some of our teammates.” “We could find out just which one of you is bigger,” Jake said breaking into the conversation. “Just stand up and I’ll measure ‘me.” “You will what?” Shane said shocked. “Yeah, I’ll be the impartial judge. I know there is a tape measure or something in the kitchen. I’ll grab it and get you each another drink while I’m in there.” Jake stood removing his hands from the guys for the first time since sitting on the sofa. He strolled into the Kitchen and grabbed two more beers and the tape measure he had seen in a drawer earlier. “Shit this is going to be too damn easy,” Jake thought as he looked at the two guys sitting on the couch. They were hot young guys and they were both sporting nice pieces of semi-erect cock in their shorts. It was going to take no time for him to get those dicks out and just where he wanted them. “Here we go,” Jake said. He passed a beer to each of the guys. They both took the drinks and took long swigs from the bottles. Neither guy could quite understand what was happening to them. They were so horned up right then. There was something about the place or this guy that just seemed to be overwhelming their sexual restraint. “Now who wants to go first?” Jake asked pulling out some tape from the tape measure. The two guys looked from Jake to each other. “Um, I don’t know,” Lucas said. “Yeah, it aint important. “Well, that is true,” Jake said. “It isn’t important if you are the smallest.” Jake dropped back down between the two guys. He rubbed his bare leg against each of the other guy’s bare legs. He could feel the soft hairs on them and the heat of their bodies. “That is true,” Lucas said. “I have nothing to worry about as I know mine is bigger than his.” “Only in your dreams fuck head,” Shane said and lifted the bottle to his lips and drained it. “Then why don’t you go first,” Jake said. “Fine,” Shane said. “I will. I’ll prove it to you both.” “Go on stand up here and pull it out,” Jake said. Shane stood up and stepped in front of Jake. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. He couldn’t believe that he was going to let this guy he just met measure his dick. Jake did not wait on Shane. He pulled the shorts and underwear down and let Shane’s semi-erect dick jump free. Jake took the cock in one hand and moved the tape measure into place. He knew the cock was not yet fully erect but it was definitely on its way to that state. “Looks like five inches…no, five and a half…no, it is six now.” Jake felt the cock throb in his fingers. He could tell the guy was getting more and more excited by the moment. “Your turn,” Jake said turning to Lucas. “No problem man, I know mine is bigger than that.” Lucas stood and pushed Shane playfully aside. Shane almost stumbled with his Shorts and underwear wrapped around his lower legs. Again Jake didn’t wait. He pulled down the khaki shorts Lucas was wearing and exposed the impressive meat. It was plumped up with the sexual energy the guy was feeling. Jake lifted the thick semi-erect dick off the two large balls and rubbed his thumb over the sensitive head. Lucas let out a soft Moan as Jake handled him. Lucas had never been handled by another guy. He had been stroked off by a few girls and had even talked one girl into giving him a blow job. She had not been very good at it and had kept scraping him with her teeth until they had just stopped and Lucas and ended up beating himself off. “I think this one is going to be longer,” Jake said as he moved the tape measure into place. “I know it is.” “Five and a half, nope, it is six…and a half…no it is seven.” “What the fuck,” Shane said. “I don’t believe it. “Here look for yourself,” Jake said. Jake leaned back so that Shane could move in and look at the numbers. Shane moved in and stepped so close that his cock rubbed against Jake’s right shoulder. If Jake turned his head he could lick that nice piece of teen meat. “Fuck,” Shane said. “Told ya dude.” “It is only because you are fucking hard,” Shane said. “If I was hard I would beat ya.” “No way,” Lucas said. “He could be right,” Jake interjected. “Well then measure him again and make sure he is hard,” Lucas said firmly. “Sure thing,” Jake said. Jake turned and took Shane’s cock into his mouth. He sucked on just the head of that hot piece of young dick. He tasted the sweat and salt from the boy’s day walking on the beach. “Oh shit,” Shane gasped as he felt the warmth and wetness of Jake’s mouth close around him. “Fuck!” Lucas said surprised. Jake’s fingers fondled Shane’s balls and his mouth began to slowly move up and down the almost fully erect cock. In moments Jake had the whole dick down into his throat. His throat muscles stroked the head and shaft as he pushed his nose into the thick patch of dark brown curls that surrounded Shane’s prick. “Oh, ahahahahaha,” Shane moaned as he enjoyed the pleasure of Jake’s experienced mouth. Jake pulled back and let the wet dick spring free. He licked the head a few times and then looked up at the two boys standing over him. “Looks fully hard now doesn’t it.” “Yeah,” Lucas said amazed at what he had just seen. Jake took the wet dick into his hand and placed the tape measure back to it. “Looks like that did make a difference. It measures seven and a half now.” “Knew it,” Shane said smugly. “He’s got you beat by a half an inch,” Jake said looking up at Lucas. “Only because he, um, is so damn hard. If I was that hard I’d beat him.” “Lets see,” Jake said and he grabbed Lucas’s cock. He held the base and put his lips to the soft velvet of the head. He slid his tongue over it and then parted his lips and took the head into his mouth. “Oh holy shit,” Lucas groaned as he felt the same feeling of pleasure sweep through him that Shane had experienced a moment ago. Jake’s mouth slid down over the cock and he could feel it growing to its full hardness. He could tell that Lucas was going to be longer than Shane. “Ohohohohoh, Ahahahahahahah!” Jake pushed his mouth down to the base of Lucas’s cock. He felt the head slide into his throat and then pushed harder until every inch of that hot young teen dick was in his mouth and down his throat. “Ohohoh!” Jake’s fingers rolled the guy’s balls around in his hand as he began sucking up and down on the hot dick. Jake felt it throb and pulse. He knew that he had Lucas close to the edge. He pulled off and looked up at the sexy dude. “Now lets see how big you are.” Jake placed the tape measure back against Lucas and announced, “Almost eight inches.” “Fuck,” Shane said. “Beat’cha,” Lucas said grinning. “Yeah, but not by much. Looks like you both have nice hard big thick cocks here.” “We do,” Lucas agreed. “Yeah, hard and thick and in need of attention.” Jake took each cock into a hand and slowly began to stroke the two guys. His tight grip slid from the base, over the head and then back down again. Jake twisted his hand as his fist moved over the head and each of the guys standing over him moaned their pleasure. “Maybe now it is time to see just what this can do,” Jake said. Jake placed his lips at the tip of Shane’s cock and ran his tongue through the piss slit. He continued to stroke Lucas while sucking the head of Shane’s cock into his mouth. His lips moved down over the thick head and shaft until he swallowed it down into his throat. “Ohohohohoh,” Shane groaned in pleasure. Shane grabbed Jake’s head and slowly held on to the blonde college cock sucker and started thrusting. Jake did not miss a thrust. He swallowed down as the cock slid into his mouth and then let it slid back until just the tip was between his lips. “Ohohohoh, so fucking good,” Shane breathed. Lucas watched as his best bud was sucked right there in front of him by another dude. He couldn’t believe that he was watching this. He couldn’t believe that the guy sucking his friend was also stroking his cock. He also couldn’t believe how hot the sight was and how good Jake’s hand felt on him. He just knew that mouth would feel even better. “My turn,” Lucas said and pulled Jake’s mouth off of Shane’s cock. Jake turned without missing a beat and swallowed down Lucas. He took inch after inch of that hot thick teen dick into his mouth and into his throat just as he had done Shane’s. “Urururururururur,” Lucas groaned as he was sucked. The blowjob that Jake was giving Lucas was far better than the one he had been given by the girl he had dated. He felt the heat and wetness sweep over his cock. He felt Jake’s throat stroke his sensitive cock head. He felt the guy swallowing him down to the base. He could feel Jake’s nose buried in his pubes. Shane watched as his pal’s cock disappeared into Jake’s mouth. He watched as it re-appeared and this disappeared again. Over and over Jake’s lips slid up and down Lucas. “Oh damn he gives good head,” Lucas moaned. Jake’s mouth stroked the teenage dick. His fingers fondled the balls that hung low under Lucas’s stiff dick. “My turn again,” Shane said and grabbed Jake’s blonde head and pulled it away from Lucas’s crotch. “Suck me!” Jake turned and placed his lips against the head of Shane’s cock. He tasted the teenage pre-cum that had begun to ooze from the head. Jake slid his tongue over it and sucked in that hot juice. He did love the taste of man jizz and the younger guys had sweeter jizz than older men. “Oh holy fuck,” Shane moaned. He had never had a blow job before and the sensations were causing him to feel weak in the legs. “It is so fucking good.” “No chick has ever sucked cock like him,” Lucas said thinking of his one not so positive experience with a girl trying to suck him. “Yeah,” Shane agreed even though he had not experience a blow job before now. Jake’s lips slid down over the erect shaft of Shane’s cock. Down until the dark hairs of Shane’s pubic patch were against Jake’s full lips. Jake’s nose was buried in the sweaty smell of the man’s crotch. He breathed etlik escort in and swallowed causing his throat muscles to stroke the head of Shane’s cock. He heard the teenager moan and he could feel more and more pre-cum leaking from the prick in his throat. He felt it throbbing. He could tell that this guy was about to cum. Jake pulled back and let the stiff dick slip from his lips. Strands of saliva dangled from Shane’s prick and dripped down onto the floor. Jake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “That is one tasty cock.” “Why did you stop?” “You were too close man. I don’t want you cumming just yet. I got other ideas.” “Like what?” Lucas asked. “Like a good hot fuck and suck session.” “What do you mean?” “Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.” Jake watched and waited but the two guys did not move. He looked from one to the other and then back again. “I said take off your clothes. Take them off now!” Jake added a commanding tone to his voice. He would have these guys naked and he would have them fucking him before they left this condo. “Right NOW!” Lucas and Shane looked at each other. They hesitated but for some reason they could not disobey the command from Jake. They each pulled off their tight tank tops and tossed them onto the couch. Then they stepped out of their shorts and underwear. They stood there in socks and shoes and looked down at Jake. “Better,” Jake said as he stood up. “I like to have two hot sexy guys naked. You two are fucking sexy.” Jake stepped in close to Lucas. He ran his hand over Lucas’s chest. His fingers touching the brown nipples and causing them to grow erect. He ran his hands down over the tan skin and the tight flat belly. He wrapped fingers around Lucas and began to slowly stroke that almost eight inch cock. “Oh fuck that feels good.” The sight of two guys touching each other was surprisingly arousing to Shane. He couldn’t believe that he was watching his friend being stroked by another guy. Jake released the erect dick and moved his fingers to his shorts. He pushed them down his smooth legs until they hit the floor. He kicked them off and too the side. Both guys took in the sight of Jake’s totally smooth body. They could not find a hair anywhere on his golden tan skin. He looked like some sort of mystical being from Greek mythology with his perfectly smooth body and perfectly even golden tan. Jake’s blue eyes burned with his desire for these two horned up teenagers. “Now which of you would like to go first?” “Go first?” Lucas asked. “Who wants to fuck me?” “What?” Shane asked shocked. “Come on guys,” Jake said. “You are both completely horny and both in need of a good hard fuck session and so am I. I need a good hard fuck in my ass. Now which of you would like to go first?” “I,” Shane began but was cut off. “Good you go first,” Jake said. Jake stepped closer to Shane. He took Shane’s cock in his hand. He could feel the heat of the boy’s sex throbbing and wet in his hand. He leaned in and took one of Shane’s nipples in his mouth. He sucked on that nipple as he stroked Shane’s cock. Jake’s teeth bit down and Shane moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. “I,I,I,I,I,I,I,” Shane gasped. “Can’t believe it.” “Feels good doesn’t it,” Jake said looking up into Shane’s brown eyes. “Yeah,” Shane breathed. Jake’s hand had not left the guy’s cock as he looked into those soft brown eyes with flecks of gold. He stroked up and down Shane’s cock. His eyes roamed over the solid muscles of Shane’s chest. He slid his eyes down over Shane’s flat belly and tan skin. He followed the treasure trail where it led down to Shane’s thick patch of brown curls. “Ready to fuck?” “I, um, I have,” Shane stammered but Jake stopped him. “Don’t worry,” Jake said placing a finger against Shane’s lips. “If it is your first time, you will find out how good a fuck can be.” Jake used Shane’s cock to guide the teen to the coffee table. He sat down on the coffee table and pulled Shane between his legs. He popped Shane’s cock back into his mouth and lubed it up with some of his spit. Then he picked up a tube of Lube from the drawer in the table and squeezed a large glob into his hand. Jake slid his lube covered hand up and down the shaft and over the head of Shane’s stiff rod. He added a bit more and then lay back on the coffee table. He lifted his legs up and back over his chest. Jake’s hairless hole was eager to receive a hard piece of man meat. “I’m ready dude.” Shane looked down at the puckered hole. Like the rest of Jake’s body there wasn’t a hair around that hole or in the guy’s ass crack. Jake’s stiff dick was rock hard and quivering in excitement of having a cock pounding into his ass. “Come on dude fuck me,” Jake said. “Fuck me!” Shane moved closer and moved so his stiff slick dick was pressed against Jake’s hole. He paused there holding his breath. He had never fucked a guy before. He had never even thought of doing this. “Do it man! Fuck me! Push that fucking cock into my ass.” Shane stood there with his rock hard dick lubed up and pressed against Jake’s tight hole. He couldn’t believe he was here in this house with his best buddy watching him getting ready to fuck this guy. What had happened. How did the day turn out like this?” Shane wondered silently. “Gawd damn it do it!” Jake commanded. Shane thrust forward and the anal ring stretched and pulled him into Jake’s hole. He pushed and his dick sank into the warm tight canal. “Ah,” Jake sighed. “Good all the way dude.” Shane pushed until his balls were against Jake smooth skin. He paused there with his dick buried to the hilt in Jake’s ass. “Fuck,” Lucas breathed. He couldn’t believe he was seeing his best friend push his dick into a guy’s ass. He couldn’t believe his eyes. “Now fuck me!” Jake ordered. “Fuck me hard. Fucking drill that ass. Fuck me like a man fucks a man.” Shane pulled back and thrust forward. He started slow and steady. His thrust were deliberate and slow. “Oh fucking come on pussy,” Jake said. “Fuck me. That isn’t how a man fucks. Fucking do it man. Hard. Make me feel every damn inch of that hot young rod. Fucking slam it into me.” Shane leaned over the table. He braced himself on his arms and began thrusting hard into Jake’s ass. His hips pushed his cock forcefully into Jake. Each thrust growing harder than the one before it. “Yeah, that is it! Yeah fuck me! Fuck me hard.” Lucas watched his eyes glued to the scene before him. He couldn’t believe it. His friend was fucking another man. He looked at the pleasure in Jake’s face and then let his eyes roam over the two guys. Jake’s swimmers body was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. His golden tan seemed to be glowing in the afternoon sunlight coming through the windows. Shane’s darker tan glistened with a bit of sweat. His leg muscles were flexed in definition as he drove his cock into Jake’s ass. The fine hairs on his legs and arms were damp with sweat. Lucas watched Shane’s ass muscles flex with each thrust of his hips. He had never noticed before how hot Shane’s ass was. Shane’s arms were flexed from holding up his body weight as he bucked and thrust his hips. Lucas had to admit that his buddy was a stud. Lucas took his rigid dick into his hand and slowly stroked himself as he watched the two men fucking. He couldn’t believe how hot the sight was. He couldn’t believe how the sounds of Jake’s cries of pleasure and Shane’s grunts and moans were turning him on more and more. “Oh fuck yeah, make those cum filled balls slap against me. Damn do that harder. Damn dude fuck me. You won’t break me; fuck me good.” Shane pushed Jake further up on the coffee table. He placed his knees on the table and leaned into the bottom boy slut. He pushed harder with his hips. He pushed until he thought more than just his cock was going to go into that hungry hole. . Jake’s head was now hanging off the end of the coffee table. He looked over at Lucas and saw the huge drop of pre cum on the tip of Lucas’s cock. Jake wanted that dick. He needed to drink in that hot juice. “Get your ass over here.” Lucas looked at Jake but didn’t move. “Yeah I’m talking to you stupid. Get over here and get down here so I can suck that piece of hot teenage meat. I want that fucking load you are building up. I am going to have it. Now get that fucking dripping dick over here and into my mouth.” Lucas moved to Jake’s head. He stood there over Jake and stroked his cock. He looked down at Jake and saw the blue hunger burning in the blonde’s eyes. “Your dick is big, but it aint that fucking big. Get down here and feed me that cock.” Lucas dropped down to his knees. He moved in closer and Jake opened his mouth. “Oh fuck yea,” Shane breathed as he felt his pleasure growing. He had a perfect view to watch Lucas feed this horny fucker a nice dick. Lucas rubbed his cock across Jake’s full lips. He felt the warm wetness of Jake’s tongue lick the pre cum form the tip. He felt Jake’s lips close around the head. “Ohohohohoh fuck yeah, suck it dude.” Jake took Lucas into his mouth. He sucked on just the head of that hot teenage cock. He sucked it and swirled his tongue around it. He pulled at the hot dick and Lucas pushed it forward. The almost eight inches slid easily down into Jake’s throat and the blonde swallowed it down. Lucas couldn’t stop himself. He began thrusting his hips. He pushed is cock in and out of those hot lips. He felt the head sliding in and out of Jake’s throat. Jake didn’t miss a beat. As that fat cock slid into his mouth and the head touched his throat, he swallowed it down. He met each of the guy’s thrusts with his talented throat muscles. He squeezed Shane sock tight with his anal muscles as the boy pushed in and out. “Oh fuck yes,” Lucas groaned. “Fuck his ass man and I’ll fuck his mouth. Fuck him harder.” “Oh fuck yes,” Shane groaned as he pushed harder. All three guys were now covered in sweat. Each one of them building to a ball draining climax. Lucas felt his balls pulling up. “I am going to cum.” “mmmumumumumumumumum,” Jake moaned in excitement. “Oh shit feed him your cum man,” Shane breathed. “ieieieieieieieieieieie!” Lucas cried as his balls began empting the stored load. Jake felt the first ropes being fired right down his throat into his stomach. He pulled back so he could taste the young sweet load. He drink it in. He swallowed the thick cream down and sucked at the cock for more. “Oh yeah suck it. Drain it,” Lucas moaned. The taste of the cum on his lips and the stud Shane pounding that hot cock against Jake’s prostate was too much for the college man. His cock began firing copious amounts of hot cum. The powerful jets sprayed all over Shane’s chest and stomach. “Ahahahahahahahaha, eieieieieieieieie oeoeoeoeoeoeooeoeoeoeoe!” Jake cried. Jake’s anal muscles clamped down around Shane’s cock. The rock hard teen dick was being squeezed from every direction. The ass muscles pulled and squeezed as Jake’s orgasm washed through him. It was too much for the teenager. His cock exploded. “oioioioiooioiooiiooioiooi idididididididididididid!” Shane cried as his dick erupted firing the jets of cum into Jake’s hot tight anal hole. Shane slammed hard into Jake burying his cock into the blonde. Just as the last blast of cum left Shane’s cock, he eve gelen escort fell forward onto the hot bottom boy. His weight on the table. His dick in Jake’s ass. It was too much for the coffee table. The legs gave out and the two landed hard on the floor with Jake’s back still on the table. “Crap,” Lucas said as his cock was pulled from Jake’s mouth. “Damn,” Jake sighed. “What a nice fuck.” Jake slid his hands over the solid muscles of Shane’s back. He felt the sweat that the guy had worked up during the fuck. “You turned out to be a damn nice fuck,” Jake complimented Shane. “I bet you will get even better with some practice.” “Oh fuck,” Shane breathed. Shane pulled his cock from Jake’s ass as they separated. Shane’s legs were week, but he managed to get to his feet. “Fuck man,” Lucas said looking at Shane. “Was that as hot as it sounded?” “Better,” Shane said. “Crap what time is it,” Lucas asked looking at the angle of the sun coming through the window. “Shit,” Shane breathed. “coach is going to be pissed.” “You guys aren’t going already are you?” Jake asked. “I’m up for another fuck.” “Shit!” “We gotta run,” Shane said. “We are going to be in deep shit.” Shane and Lucas grabbed their clothes and pulled them on. Feel free to come back and cum again,” Jake said grinning. “I bet your buddy there fucks just as good as you do.” “Yeah sure,” they both breathed as they hurried out. They walked back toward the hotel. “You know,” Shane began. “Yeah,” Lucas said. “We can’t ever talk about this again.” “I know.” The two walked along in silence for a long time. The sun was going down as they reached the hotel. “You think we should go back tomorrow?” “yeah.” � * * * * * * * * * * * * � Nick could smell the scent of sex when he came through the door. He began loosening his tie and pulling off his jacket. “Smells like sex in here.” There was no answer as Nick moved further into the room. He took in the sight of the broken coffee table and grinned. He wondered where his little horny bottom boy was hiding. Nick kicked off his shoes and hung his jacket on the back of a chair as he went to the kitchen to grab a beer. He began undoing the buttons of his shirt. He saw Jake then in the fenced in back yard. The guy was stark naked and looked so damn fine as he lowered his body into the hot tub. Nick moved to the patio door and stepped outside. “Looks like you had fun this afternoon.” “Yeah, sure did,” Jake responded grinning. “sorry about the coffee table.” “Just wish I had been here,” Nick said and moved closer to the hot tub. “Yeah me too,” Jake said. “you would have liked them. They were fresh young and hung.” “sounds like just the way you like `em.” “yeah, you would have liked getting into their virgin asses.” “Oh you sure they were?” “Oh, I am positive. Those holes had not been penetrated by a cock before. Hell, I don’t even think they had fucked before.” “damn really fresh meat then.” “For sure. Nice and fresh, hard and thick.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah, but not as hot or as long or thick as this meat.” Jake placed his hand on the large mound of man flesh in Nick’s pants. “You do like what I got in there don’t you?” “Fuck yes,” Jake said. The warm water of the hot tub cascaded off Jake’s body as he stood up. He pulled his hand from Nick’s crotch and began unbuttoning Nick’s shirt. He then leaned in and ran his tongue down the valley between Nick’s well defined pectoral muscles. He could taste Nick’s sweat as he licked from the top of that valley down to the bottom. He then moved over the left nipple and he sucked on it. He then moved to the right and sucked on it. “Oh yeah.” Jake pushed the shirt off Nick’s broad shoulders and down over Nick’s well muscled arms. Nick stepped back and Jake stepped naked from the hot tub. The water ran off his golden skin and dripped onto the bricks of the patio. He reached for Nick’s pants and in moments had them opened exposing Nick’s mound of man flesh inside the tight boxer briefs. “Damn but this does fill out these briefs nicely.” Jake’s hand moved over the front of Nick’s black Calvin Cline briefs. He massaged the growing meat inside the cotton fabric. He could not wait to have that hot dick out and in his mouth. Then he would have it up his ass. “Damn but you never get enough cock do you?” “Never,” Jake confirmed. As Jake pushed the pants down over Nick’s muscular thighs, he dropped down to his knees so that he was eye level with Nick’s basket. Jake leaned in and pressed his lips against the mound of man flesh. He flicked his tongue out and ran it all over the fabric. He bathed that sweet meat through the briefs. “Oh shit. You are one fucking hungry cock sucker.” “You know it man.” Jake hooked his fingers into the elastic of the underwear and pulled them down. He felt the head of Nick’s cock push across his cheek as it sprung free from the materiel and slapped against Nick’s tight belly. Nick stepped out of his pants and underwear. He stood there in the light of the patio lanterns with his cock throbbing for attention. He could feel the cool night breeze against his bare back and ass. He could feel Jake’s hot breath on his stiff cock. “Come on suck me queer boy.” “My pleasure.” Jake leaned in and licked the head of Nick’s cock. His tongue swirled around the head and cleaned it of the juice that had formed there. He moved his lips over the helmet and down over the long thick shaft. He didn’t stop until the head was in his throat and the pubic bush was tickling his nose. “Oh yes,” nick sighed. Jake began moving his mouth up and down the stiff dick. His lips moved from the base up to the head. He licked and sucked on just the head before moving back down over that long shaft. Nick liked looking down and watching Jake sucking his cock. He also loved the feeling of Jake’s fingers massaging his two large cum filled balls. Nick knew it was going to feel damn good to push his cock into Jake’s ass and fill the blonde bottom boy with hot jets of man spunk. Nick felt Jake’s fingers leave his balls and he looked down to see what the cock sucker was doing. Jake was still on his knees. His mouth was still around nick’s cock. Jake’s hand however had left Nick’s balls and was now behind Jake’s back. In fact, it was between Jake’s large well muscled ass cheeks. Nick leaned forward and looked and then he saw it. Jake was wiggling a butt plug around. Jake moaned as the plug pressed against his prostate. “What the hell? Where did you get that?” Jake pulled off Nick’s cock and looked up into Nick’s eyes. Jake’s blue eyes burned with lust in the soft patio lights. “It is one of the gifts you have given me. I pushed it in right after those two boys left this afternoon. I thought the load that guy pumped into my ass would make good lube for this cock of yours. Jake then swallowed Nick back down to the base. Nick’s fat cock head went into Jake’s throat and Jake’s throat muscles set to work massaging that sensitive organ. “Sjsjsjsjsjsahahahahahahah!” Nick’s moan was loud in the night as the pleasure surged through him “Oh yeah man suck it. Oh fuck yeah. Fuck your mouth is damn good.” Nick grasped Jake’s head and began to slowly fuck the hot mouth. His long dong sliding in and out of a set of hot lips. Jake let his mouth be fucked. He used his free hand, the one that was not massaging the big balls, to pinch and tweak his large nipples. His fingers pulling on the erect tits and sending more pleasure into his nervous system. Jake pulled his mouth off of the prick. He looked up at his companion. “It’s time for you to fuck me.” Jake got up off his knees and turn to present his beefy ass cheeks to Nick. As Jake turned, he pulled the butt plug from his ass with a soft pop. He tossed the plug aside and then bent forward slightly which pushed his ass back at Nick. Jake reached back and pulled his tan and smooth cheeks apart exposing his pink tight rose bud to Nick. “Come on dude put that big hot cock of yours in my ass. Fuck me man. Fuck me hard and deep.” “yeah, you want it bad don’t you? You want this big hot cock slamming in and out of that hot tight fuck hole. You want to be fucked don’t you?” “Yes! Yes, I want it. I want to be fucked with your hot hard dick. I want that big tool in my ass. I want it in my ass now. FUCK ME! Do it NOW!” Nick’s wet cock rubbed against Jake’s tight ass. The hot hard and wet dick was sliding between the firm smooth ass cheeks. The wet head pressing against the rosebud. “Oh fuck yeah man stick it in side me.” The hot hard cock head pressed against the rosebud and it began to slowly slide inside. Inch after long thick inch sliding up into Jake’s ass. “Oh fuck yeah. That’s it. Put it all inside me. I want every inch. I want it all. Come on and fuck me. Fuck me like a man.” Nick pulled his hand back and smacked it against Jake’s smooth ass. The loud sound of skin smacking skin filled the night. “Yeah take that,” Nick said. “take it like a fucking horny little queer you are.” “Yeah, slap my ass. Fucking plow me with that big hot prick of yours. Come on man. Harder fuck me harder.” Nick was slamming his cock hard and fast into Jake’s ass. Jake loved every thick inch and every hard thrust. “Oh yeah like that. Come on man. Harder and faster. I want that hot seed dude. I want it in my fucking ass. Come on pop those nuts in my ass. Fucking give it to me.” Jake was pushing his ass back to meet each of Nick’s thrusts. He was riding that hot cock. The sound of Nick’s pelvis slapping against Jake’s ass filled the yard. “Oh fuck man. I’m going to blow. I’m going to cum.” Nick could hold back no longer. His big nuts pulled up tight to his body. His rock hard thick meat grew longer and thicker as the cum began to spray out the head. “ieieieieieieieieieieie, ahahahahahahahahah, oaoaoaoaoaoaoaoaoao!” Nick blasted jet after jet of cum into Jake. It felt like gallons of cum was being moved from his balls up his thick cock and into Jake’s guts. “Oh fuck yeah,” Jake cried and then made unintelligible noises. “ieieieieieieeie, owowowowowowowowowowowowo ajajajajajajajajajaja!” Jake’s cock erupted blasting out squirt after squirt of his hot college seed onto the bricks of the patio. “Oh fuck man. Your ass is the hottest fucking thing I have ever had my dick inside.” “Your cock is damn good. I wish I had a couple more like it to fuck me. I could go all night long.” Both men panted for a moment and then slowly Nick pulled his cock from Jake’s ass. Nick’s cock was soon followed by a gush of cum that began pouring from Jake’s ass and down his legs to drip onto the bricks. “Fuck what a load.” “Yeah, you got a couple of nice balls there that fill me up with cum.” Jake turned and looked at the fence. “You know I thought I heard someone over there.” “Do you think we had a peeper?” “Yeah, I think so. Just wish he would have climbed over the fence and joined us.” “Shit you want another cock already?” “I always want a cock man.” “You fucking horny little bitch.” “Well, since he didn’t come over the fence, lets see if a dip in the hot tub will get your juices boiling.” Jake grasped Nick’s semi-erect cock and used it to guide the man over to the hot tub. Jake kept looking over at the fence hoping that whoever had been watching would join them. “I hope he enjoyed the show,” Nick said. “Me too. I hope he will come back for a second showing.” * * * * Okay guys, there is another chapter of Jake’s Tale. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Anyone have any idea who was watching Nick and Jake? Does anyone recognize Shane and Lucas? Let me her your thoughts, comments and if you picked up on the answerers to these questions. Drop me a line at ail K Y

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Subject: Joe College, Part 5 Joe College, Pt. 5 *10* My jeans smelled like beer. I was sitting on Matt Canetti’s bed with my back against the wall. He laughed at some line of dialogue playing on his TV but I wasn’t paying much attention to the movie. I reached out until I touched his hand. “Stop being cute,” he said. “Huh?” I said. My hand wasn’t quite shaking. Matt spread out his fingers and let me hold them from on top. After a couple of minutes my palms were sweating against the back of his hand. I lifted my wrist to let the moisture air out between our skin. “You’re kinda sweaty right now,” Matt said. “Yeah. I think so.” “It’s okay.” “I know.” “Stop being nervous,” Matt said. “I know I can come across as cocky, but I’m as mellow as it gets when we’re into the physical stuff. Don’t think about it too much.” He put his hand on the back of my neck. He left it there. My cock had been at top inflation since he closed and locked his bedroom door. His simple touch made it want to explode. The boner pressing against my jeans was obvious, but Matt wasn’t paying it attention. He wasn’t even massaging my neck or anything. He left his hand there, the way you’d touch the family dog lying on the couch next to you. I reached out and put my arm on his leg, halfway between his knee and his hip. (1) (The night after Matt Canetti told me he was gay, I slept maybe three hours. When I got back to the dorm, the room was dark and Sam was already asleep on the lower bunk. I felt gross and tawdry doing it, but with Sam passed out, I climbed to my top bunk and quickly jerked off under the covers, thinking that it would help me get to sleep. It didn’t. I was too electric. At around 5 a.m. I jerked off again, thinking about Andy Trafford this time, again thinking that it would help me get to sleep. It didn’t. My heart ran too fast. It felt like I was overcaffeinated; I blamed the cigarettes. Daylight bled through the shades when I finally fell asleep. Usually I slept through Sam’s wake-up when it was earlier than mine, but this time, when his clock-radio clicked on, I bolted up. (The first thought: I’m still into dudes. (The second thought: Matt Canetti is gay. (When Sam left for the showers down the hall, I quickly jerked off again, then turned to the wall, faking sleep while he dressed and left for his morning class. I was able to get myself back to sleep. This time I had a dream that I was at Andy Trafford’s beach house. I was looking for him but the house was empty. I opened a door and found Matt Canetti and Andy Trafford lying together on top of a bed, both of them in boxers, snuggled up against each other and laughing. “Whoah!” I said, and apologized for walking in and interrupting. They laughed at me as I closed the door and left them alone together. (I woke up a second time and jerked off again, in my post-sleep confusion thinking about how nice it was that Andy and Matt were hooking up, if only in my dream. My boxers were so messed up by then that I took them off before walking to the showers. I just wrapped a towel around my waist and walked clumsily down the hall. (The rest of that day I was a tired mess. I had a 1 p.m. lecture and a 3 p.m. lecture but couldn’t concentrate and barely managed to stay awake. Then it was a Friday night, and it was the first Friday night that I decided not to go out. I told Sam that I didn’t feel well. Alone that whole night, I was lying on my top bunk, watching TV while half-awake, then stopping to look up pictures of naked guys on the internet, jerking off, and going back to dazed stares at the TV.) *11* “So when you were with this guy Andy,” Matt said, “did you guys ever make out?” “Ha,” I said. “Yeah. All the time.” He pulled slightly at my neck and leaned in to kiss me. Matt started it soft and non-intrusive, but I was having too hard of a time restraining myself. I pulled his head by the back of his neck and sucked hard at his lips; I jammed my tongue against his teeth. The kiss lasted for maybe 20 seconds before he pulled away. “You’re pretty enthusiastic,” he said. He messed the back of my hair as I moved closer in, to where the sides of our legs were nudged against each other and I rested my head at his shoulder. “I like to let it build up a little more slowly.” “Yeah,” I said. “Sorry.” “Don’t be sorry,” Matt said. “If you’re that into kissing a guy, you *really* must be gay.” He said it like he’d eliminated a last seed of doubt. “Nobody who just wants to experiment has that kind of enthusiasm.” “Yeah,” I said. “I guess.” “Just, you know,” he said, squeezing my shoulders, “try and make your kisses a little more artful. Think of it as telling a story.” “What do you mean?” He slid closer against me. He put his arm behind my neck and let me rest against him. I tensed and tingled at the slide and weight of his arm bones around my shoulders, the warmth of his body and bones at the side of my head. I slumped down a little more so that it was easier for both of us, and leaned the weight of my head. “Making out has to be like a story,” he said. I felt his voicebox vibrate in my ear and my teeth. “You have to have a kind of introduction, and set the stage for the action. So usually it’s a little slower in the beginning. But once you build up to the right pace, you can keep things pretty intense and high-energy, and it’ll feel comfortable without ever getting boring.” “So like what?” “Turn toward me,” he said. Our faces already were so close that I didn’t have to move, just crane my neck. He took my upper lip between his and pulled for several seconds, kind of lighting tugging and releasing. I only closed my eyes part of the time; I like keeping them open enough to see the skin of the face close to me. Our nostrils inhaled and exhaled in each other. Then Matt took my lower lip in his mouth and did the same thing. He released the bottom lip and gave me a fast kiss on the chin. After that he pulled away and went back to letting me lean into him. “How was that?” he said. “Pretty nice,” I said. “Awesome,” he said, squeezing my shoulder. (2) (At first I thought that I should wait a few days before e-mailing him, but I decided that would be like a girl after a first date. On Saturday morning, before leaving the dorm for the noon kick-off, I wrote Matt a quick e-mail saying that it was a blast hanging out with him again and thanking him for the beer connection. He sent me back a quick, one-line note: “Cool — let’s do it again soon.” (Mid-week, he wrote saying that a friend was having a house party that Friday, and that I should swing by with Sam and Chris if I wanted. It was the first house party I went to in college. Only freshmen were required to live in dorms. Juniors, seniors, and most sophomores rented big, shambling houses in student ghettos that circled campus like a doughnut. A guy who’d been in Matt’s pledge class shared the house with three other guys and a few girls. I don’t know how many people were at that party, but it seemed packed, wild and cacophonous, with a short line for the kegs out back, the lights out in the living room while rap and classic rock played on a bass-heavy stereo. In reality it probably was a relatively tame college party. (I hadn’t told anyone else about Matt being gay. He hadn’t sworn me to secrecy or anything like that, but it just seemed like an intrusive thing to share. Immediately, he and Sam started back with friendly political arguments. [They were both pretty far to the left, but Sam had a firm opinion that Matt was too fuzzy and unrealistic.] Matt proceeded to introduce me, Sam and Chris to a variety of girls he knew. Sam was confident and clever, as always threading a fine line between obnoxiousness and engagement; Chris was blushing and nervous; I was quick and flirtatious, but kept conversation at a level that avoided signaling romantic interest. (Talking to a pretty hot junior girl majoring in econ, I kept watching Matt Canetti from a corner of my eye. He stood next to a stairwell, drinking with a very good-looking, well dressed guy. If you weren’t paying attention, it would look like nothing, but I was convinced that Matt and this guy had hooked up. The mannerisms of Matt’s friend looked slightly flirty; they were sort of leaning toward each other in a way that might have been mistaken as conspiratorial, but in my mind’s eye, there was a more intimate implication, like they were comfortable with each other’s bodies and close presence. (“Hey Joe,” Matt said, when I interrupted them about ten minutes later, “this is Kevin Berger.” He pointed at me. “Joe’s just a freshman, but we can hang out socially because he’s not pledging.” (Kevin laughed as he shook my hand. “If you were pledging, Matt would have to treat you like shit.” (Yep, I concluded, based on his intonations and mannerism: Kevin was a gay guy. (“I guess that means he gets to treat me like shit solely out of choice,” I said. (“Awww,” Matt said. “That is just so eminently unfair. Who’s been getting you drunk at bars and bringing you to all the cool parties?” (“I know, I know,” I said. “I’m just fucking around.” (“Kevin’s in Sigma Nu, so he knows what he’s talking about,” Matt said. “We go way back.” (I think Kevin was checking me out. It was almost blatant. He was kind of watching me and smiling the whole time. When he spoke, it was like he wanted sustained eye contact. It was a lot of ordinary small talk. Instead of resisting what I construed as Kevin’s interest, I kind of enjoyed it. Matt went along with it, too. If I can say this without being accused of having a big ego, it felt like Matt was sort of showing me off as a cool new friend. Drunk, I started to imagine the two of them hooking up — their dicks pressed up against each other, Kevin’s chest, Matt’s naked ass perked upward as he stood. It was putting me in a state; my remarks went on auto-pilot. (This all ended, of course, when Sam interrupted, got a quick introduction, and observed that fraternities were “fucking fascist, conformist bullshit.” (In one of the bedrooms upstairs, someone had taken out a bong. Sam ended up getting stoned. On the front porch, I had a long, encouraging conversation with an editor at the student newspaper: My first album review had been published the day before, two-and-a-half stars for an obscure, melodic indie band. It wasn’t much, but I was full of myself. At around 2 a.m., Matt pulled me aside and directed me to Chris Riis. Chris was making out with a girl in the corner of the dark living room. (“That’s, like, shocking,” I said to Matt. (“Ha,” he said. “How so?” (“He’s always so shy and nervous,” I said. “Chris seems to have, like, no game.” (“Even dudes with no game got need,” Matt said. “I’m sure you can relate to that personally.” (“Whatever, asshole,” I said. “I’ve got more game than Joe Montana and Roger Clemons combined.” (“Well,” he said, laughing, lowering his voice to a quiet, discreet level, “my buddy Kevin certainly admired.” (This made me blush and sent me quiet. “Oh yeah?” (“Sorry about that,” he said. “It was somewhat aggressive. I don’t know if you even noticed. He was just drunk. I was like, ‘No way he’s on that team.'” (“Yeah,” I said, “that’s kind of weird. First time that’s ever happened to me. I guess I should be flattered?” (Matt punched my shoulder. “Not by Kevin. He’s got, like, expansive standards. But I thought you’d be amused.”) *12* My nose was near where Matt’s neck met his shoulder. I could smell his shaving cream and his deodorant. He was sort of holding onto my head, letting his fingers go through my hair. I put my head up to kiss him — reminding myself that it was supposed to be like telling a story. This time I started out slower, taking his lower lip into my mouth and rubbing it with my tongue. Then I moved up to kiss him more fully. Matt let out a long sigh through his nose and hugged me hard at the shoulders, feeling out my muscles at the shoulderblades. I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He opened his teeth more fully and let my tongue rub against his in a slow rhythm. It felt warm and tender, somehow smoother and more intimate than the times I’d kissed Andy. When I started to pull back to break the kiss, Matt didn’t let me. He pushed his face closer toward mine and placed his tongue in my mouth, first letting it sit there for just a second and then slowly licking my tongue at the tip. I rolled over so that I was lying on top of him, with my jeans and my hard-on straddling his left leg. “That was pretty hot,” Matt said, when he relented. He was holding the back of my neck. I was sort of lightly circling my hips at his legs. My mouth was at the front of his throat, right next to his big Adam’s apple. I was giving him a lot of dry kisses, breathing in the light, clean smell of whatever shaving gel he’d used. Matt slid down so that he was lying flat, instead of emek escort as a long L propped by the wall. He slid his hand up the back of my shirt, feeling out the notches of my spine. I loved the feel of his hand on my skin. Already, I was in a contest with myself not to jizz. My breathing was starting to sound staggered. “You know, you’re very special,” Matt said. “Why’s that?” “At the start of this year, I decided that I wasn’t going to hook up with freshmen. It started to seem sketchy to me,” he said. “I guess that policy’s gone out the window!” “You’ve got a lot of nerve to say you are my friend if you won’t crawl out that window,” I said. “Plus, you said that I didn’t seem much like a freshman.” “Strong point,” he said. “I guess you get a pass.” He confirmed this point by lifting my head and pushing his tongue back inside of my mouth; I think that I could feels his eyelashes flit at my eyelids. He now had both hands inside my shirt, sliding at the skin of my back. I was wearing a white button-down Oxford shirt (Christ, I really had dressed like this was a date, even if that wasn’t in my mind) and Matt started undoing it at the top buttons. “Roll over,” he said. “Lay down on your back.” I rolled over and let myself off of Matt’s body. He was laying on his side next to me. He leaned in to give me a short, clean kiss on the lips, and went back to undoing my buttons. He was kind of spreading his hands over my chest as the buttons plucked down. He slid me out of my shirt and whipped it across the room. “That’s a nice chest you have,” he said, walking his fingers down the light line of hair that ran down the middle. “You’ll probably be disappointed when you see mine.” “Let me see it,” I said. “Not yet,” he said. He leaned down and put his mouths on my left nipple. His tongue felt warm and rough against it; his cheek was hot and soft on my skin. While he did this, Matt reached down and undid my belt buckle. I lifted my hips and let him slip out the belt. Still licking at my nipple, with he reached out and held my hand, and with his other hand, slid it down below the top of my jeans. He let it just sit there for a second, making sure that I was comfortable, and then pressed down further, until his fingertips went past the top of my dick and down to my pubic hair. “Whoah,” he said. “You’ve been, like, leaking a lot. Is that all just pre-cum?” “Yeah,” I said. “I have a tendency to do that.” “Wow,” he said, lifting his head off my chest. Matt was still fully dressed and apparently in no rush to take off anything of his own. He pulled down my jeans and my boxers in one quick move. It was tough pulling them down over my feet, I guess, so they hung there for a second. I tried to kick them off and then Matt yanked them past my ankles. “That’s one of those things that’s a mystery to me,” Matt said. “It’s like, we’ve both got the same parts, but I don’t pre-cum at all. It’s like being uncircumcised. I’ve never hung out with a guy who’s uncircumcised. I guess they say it feels better?” “I don’t really know.” “You’re totally dazed right now.’ I was also totally naked. Matt still had all of his clothes on. His face was flushed; the veins stood out in the back of his hands and on his lower arms. At first it was uncomfortable being completely exposed in front of him, but then it felt kind of flattering and funny. Matt was objectifying me, I guess, which I took as a compliment. He stretched out next to me and ran a hand the length of my chest and down to my dick. He let my pre-cum between his fingers and rubbed it together. When we kissed, he left a hand on my stomach, on the line of short black hairs running down from my navel to my pubic hair. The texture of his jeans rubbed against my leg hair; the cotton knit of his shirt pressed at my arm. In the interest of full disclosure, my body had lost some of its definition over the five months since I’d graduated from high school (not working out and lots of beer drinking do that, I guess) but it still was better than most, I think. Matt seemed to be digging it. Through his jeans, I could feel that he now had a full hard-on, and he was pressing it at my naked hip in a slow rhythm. (3) (The next time I saw Matt, after I was sufficiently hammered, I asked him whether he and Kevin had ever gone out together. (“Why do you ask that?” he said. (“Nah, I’m sorry,” I said. “It’s none of my business.” (“Don’t worry,” Matt said, “but yeah. For a little while. Wasn’t really a great match. Kevin’s kind of a male slut, I guess, and I mean that only in the most neutral terms, whereas I sort of have a more discriminating sensibility. I shouldn’t say male slut — libidinous, I guess. I think he thought I was a little bit of a prude, and if I can, again, say this in a fairly neutral and complimentary way, but I found him a little boring and not the smartest guy in the world. If we’re hanging out together, I read The Economist and argue about foreign policy, but Kevin, like, is interested in reality TV and which guy has a hot ass. I’m a nerd about shit, but Kevin just wants to hook up with guys and have a good time. But, you know, there’s a certain degree of elemental click.” (“Okay,” I said. “Cool. I just wondered, like, how that side of things works compared to conventional dating.” (“Blah,” Matt said. “It is what it is. What about you?” (“Nah,” I said. (“Nah, what? Nah, as in, no women in your life in any respect, or just not looking to seriously date?” (“I’m just still sort of sorting things out here,” I said. “Girls can bring a lot of drama to stuff sometimes. I mean, those girls you introduced me to at that party were pretty hot, and it was kind of tempting, but it seems like I’ve got a lot on my mind right now without bringing that in. Plus, I was sort of hooking up with a girl over last summer. She was really hot and we got along pretty well, but she’s at Berkeley now.” (“Oh, cool,” he said. “So you’ve got two friends at Berkeley?” (“What?” (“Well, you mentioned that one of your best friends was out there when we were talking about schools before. So if he’s out there, and this chick is out there, you should definitely take a trip out to see them. Berkeley’s beautiful and the Bay Area is awesome.” (“Yeah, man,” I said. “Maybe for spring break or something I’ll try to head out there.”) *13* Matt was pretty quick in taking off his own clothes. One second he was next to me in jeans and a three-button polo, and the next he threw his shirt across the room. He had a skinny torso. Andy was skinny too, but he had a lot of tight muscles . Matt Cannetti was just thin. His collarbone stuck out below his neck; you could practically see the bones of his chest where his pectoral muscles could have been. He had a little more hair on his chest than me. It was seeded over his upper chest and circled his nipples. It circled dark around his navel. When I reached out to touch him his skin was dry and smooth. I can’t hold a tan for more than a week, but even though we were halfway into October, the tan still clung to Matt’s melanin. When he took off his belt, he briefly gestured like he was going to hit me with it. “Oh, God, I’m just joking,” he said. “You should’ve seen your face. I’m the least kinky guy ever.” He jumped off the bed and lost his jeans. He wore black boxer briefs and slid them off quickly and casually. “What, don’t talk much?” he said. “I can’t get you to shut up when you’re talking about your classes or how you’re the smartest boy in the room.” I was looking at his dick. It wasn’t as long as mine, but it was thicker — and I think mine’s pretty thick itself. When I’ve got a hard-on mine lies flat against my stomach; Matt’s kind of curved out and up. Mine tended to turn pinker when all the blood rushed to it, and my cockhead turned fat and purple; Andy’s had been the same way; but Matt’s was more flesh colored, so that it looked like a dramatic appendage of his skin. He had a stark tanline, so that his hips and upper thigh looked stark white when contrasted with his torso and his legs. He had thick dark pubes that extended up and out, and down into his inner thighs. “I’m going to turn up the stereo,” Matt said. “Not for ambiance, just because I don’t want James to hear stuff. And not because James would freak if he knew we were hooking up — I think that’s assumed — but just because straights can get weirded out. And not because I’m loud or anything, just because I don’t want to have to think about etiquette. Do you have any requests?” “No Beastie Boys or Eminem,” I said. “Racist.” “Play Bob Dylan.” “No way,” he said. “I know you love him, but it will kill my hard-on, and I don’t want the lyrics to distract you while you’re blowing me.” “Just pick something and come back.” He was completely unselfconscious standing naked and hard in front of me, and he wasn’t in any hurry. The deliberate calm he had about his nakedness was actually driving me into a fit of arousal; i didn’t want to touch my dick because I thought I’d shoot. I watched his skinny white ass while he perused his CD collection and put one on. “Not that I’m a huge Oasis fan,” he said, “or I find them remotely erotic, but it reminds me of high school, and it’s worked okay in the past.” “Oh, God, Matt, I don’t care,” I said, looking at the loping profile of his dick and his pale thighs and skinny ass, “just come back here.” When he came back he lay down on top of me, and gave me a better, longer kiss than I think I’ve ever had in my life. It was the kiss that they talk about in Bull Durham — the long, slow, deep, soft, wet kiss that lasts for three days. My head was plunged back in his pillows; he held onto both hands, just softly, with our fingers interlaced, and positioned them so that our arms were outstretched together. As he did this, and without breaking the kiss, Matt straddled his legs over mine, so that his were outstretched on either side of my own legs; our leghair bristled against each other. It felt like every inch of my skin was completely absorbed by Matt Cannetti, from our fingers, palms, wrists and armpits, down the length of the hairless undersides of our arms, to our chests and stomachs lined together. His balls were resting on top of mine and our cocks crammed against each other. His face was all over mine, too — Matt had this way of kissing that pushed his entire face on yours, so that your foreheads touched and eyebrows met, your noses smashed and angled against each other, and even your chins hit. I forced myself to break his kiss: “I’m going to cum if you don’t let up,” I said. “Then cum.” “But it’s, like, so soon.” “You’ll cum again,” he said. “You’re already making a mess down there, you leaky, leaky bastard. Just, like, don’t stop kissing me when you cum.” He went back to kissing me. His lips felt warm and clean and soft; to this day, he kisses better than anyone I’ve ever hung out with. I missed a beat and then kind of laughed while his tongue was in my mouth, and he let out a kind of shuddery laugh, too, not breaking from my lips while he did. I jerked my hips once, feeling his cock hot on my thigh, and let go. The semen rocketed out of me, and as it did, Matt thrust his hips against me. The friction of his cock on mine as I shot, it was like the greatest, warmest tickle I’d ever felt. He squeezed my left hand before letting go of it. I reached down until my hand was at his lower back, just above his ass; Matt held my hair with his free hand. His skin still felt warm and dry, not sweaty like mine. My fingers felt out the length of his spine and its bony notches. He broke his kiss to squeeze my shoulder and sigh into my ear. (4) (“How’d your mid-terms go, champ?” (I met him at the bar where his friend Jackie worked. I’d had my third and final mid-term that day, for in introductory class on world politics. “I finished it about five minutes early, so I had time to go back and re-read my essay,” I said. “It was, like, this hypothetical about a failed state, and three different scenarios. We were supposed to explain how a realist, an idealist and a neo-conservative would address them. Total piece of cake.” (“Maybe for a wizard like you,” Matt said. “I got an A- in that class. Jenson makes his TAs grade tough, so be careful.” (“Whatever,” I said. “It was a breeze.” (“You know, you can talk to me like this, because I’m an asshole too, but most people would construe that as a little cocky.” (“Oh yeah? You mean like Sam Frost? Hanging out with you two, it’s like I live in cock city.” (“Well, I didn’t know that about Sam, but I’ll take that as a compliment.” (“Jesus Christ,” I said. “Stop trying to make me uncomfortable about, like, your lifestyle choice.” (He put his hands behind his neck and leaned back. He wore a long-sleeved gray T-shirt underneath a blue three-button polo. “‘Lifestyle eryaman escort choice,'” he said. “That’s such a Jerry Falwell kind of phrase.” (“Remember? How I almost went to Liberty University?” (“Yes! I forgot. And then you came here, and instead, you found a lot of cock.” (“I meant, like, cockiness. Roosters and whatnot.” (“Dear God,” he said. “You’re a mess. Keep drinking. I’ll spring for the five dollar pitchers or whatever they are. I certainly hope your bluebook essay made more sense than you’re making now.” (I wasn’t making much sense, no, and I was a little bit giddy from having finished my exams and getting to hang out with Matt again. It was maybe our third our fourth time hanging out like that; I wasn’t totally sure. A few times I’d passed him on campus on the way to class. He was always with one or two other guys dressed like him. I don’t know whether they were fraternity brothers or what, but they always dressed the same — in jeans and fleece, with baseball caps on backward. When he saw me, he gave me the kind of cool-guy smirk and point in the hall. We never stopped and spoke, but I was always running late anyway, and before lectures, I was in a kind of distracted zone. (“So let me get your opinion on this,” Matt said, after we’d finished a couple of pitchers. “I’m, like, in charge of getting these T-shirts, so what I did is, I came up with these designs. They’re red T-shirts, and on the front in big block letters, it says, Liberty, Equality, Fraternity. And do you know what’s on the back?” (“A guillotine?” (“Close! It a picture of Robespierre, with our Greek letters underneath.” (“That’s pretty clever.” (“Shit man, that’s what I thought. I thought it was awesome. Three-quarters of them don’t even understand. I’m like, ‘What the fuck? This isn’t some cow college. You’re supposed to be some educated motherfuckers.’ But no. They don’t get it.” (“Well, maybe they’re reluctant about, like, conflating your frat with overthrow of the government,” I said. “From what I remember, everybody just wanted to be an investment banker or a lawyer or shit.” (“They’re not even interpreting my T-shirt design on that level,” Matt said. “It’s just kind of, ‘Muh.’ Goddammit, I wish I was alive when there were proper revolutions going on. French Revolution, Russian Revolution, 1848. When you could write polemical tracts and storm the barricades. Now all we’ve got is a bunch of crap about Phish, and Phoebe and Chandler. God!” He slammed his glass on the table. “That’s all I want. I want to be a revolutionary.” (“The T-shirt is an interesting first step toward revolution,” I said, finishing my glass of yellow beer and sloppily dumping more in. “T-shirts, then ball caps. Puka shells.” (“That’s, seriously, so unhelpful toward my dream.” (“No. I’m being totally serious. You should put a poster of Che on your wall, and Bob Marley. And walk around in your T-shirt. Vladimir. Way to make a statement.” (“Mark my words,” Matt said. “I’m brilliant. I’m the smartest person you’ll ever meet. I’m going to smash the system.” (“Jesus Christ, and you called me cocky for thinking I did well on my poli sci exam.” (“And your response was that you like spending time with cock.” (“Well,” I said, “mostly my own cock.” (“Mostly? Yes, that’s right. Tell me more about that.” (And maybe I could have continued on with the banter, but every time one of us said “cock,” my dick tremored. I shifted uncomfortably in my side of the booth. So I laughed kind of awkwardly, said, “Uhhh,” and looked away. An uncomfortable pause followed. (“Aw, fuck,” Matt said. “I’m sorry. I’ve got a couple of friends who are straight guys and occasionally we get vulgar like that. I didn’t mean anything. It’s not like I was hitting on you.” (“Nah,” I said, my own voice changing too. “It’s cool. Don’t worry about it. Let’s, like, get another pitcher.”) *14* Matt had me arch my knees up. He was sort of holding up his body over mine. Our skin was still touching but I wasn’t supporting all of his weight anymore. He held onto his cock and pressed it down against mine. In a kind of slow thrusting motion he rubbed his dick against me. His hips and upper thighs rubbed against my leg hair. Matt’s face was red and flushed now, but his body was still dry and smooth, not sweating like mine was. My cum was drying on my stomach and turning sticky. I heard the sound of Matt’s dick rubbing the light rubber cement of my jizz, sounding like soft tape unsticking. My hand on his lower spine, I let it reach down until it touched his ass. He had a very light amount of hair on it, so short that I didn’t see it when he got up before. It was so skinny that I could press my fingers down and touch the bone of it. I waited to see if he had a negative reaction. With my other hand, I pulled his face down so that he kissed me again. “You’re a good boy,” he said. I laughed as he rested his forehead against mine. He sort of wrapped his mouth over the end of my nose. I laughed at him for it. Between me and Andy Trafford, it had been a lot of fumbling, and there was a negotiating quality to everything we did. Not that we ever talked about it, but it seemed like any time we tried something, there were a lot of questions nervous pauses to see how the other reacted. But in my mind, Matt was sort of a man. He was confident. He knew what he was doing. He was fun and calm about it. I sort of left things under his control and waited to see his next move. (5) (By then Matt was all I jerked off to. I didn’t exactly remember the face of his friend Kevin from the party, but I got off to the image of Matt with a tall, blandly handsome Jewish guy, and it did the trick. I had dreams about him, but they never involved us hooking up. In one he knew I was gay and was taking me back to his apartment; in another I was terrified he’d find out I was gay; in one recurring dream, I would run into him while I was half-dressed in a locker room, and seeing him embarrassed me. (“So let me get this straight,” Andy Trafford said to me on the phone. “He’s hot, he’s smart and you like him a lot. And he’s apparently gay as hell.” (“Well, he’s gay. I don’t know if gay as hell is accurate.” (“Stop nitpicking,” Andy said. “Hot, smart, gay as hell, and fucking asks you to describe your cock while you’re wasted.” (“It wasn’t like that. He wasn’t being serious.” (“Goddamn you, Joey,” he said. “I went to some GLT — GBA, LPGA, BLT, whatever the fuck. I went to one of their things.” (“Oh, really?” (“It was Kumbaya,” he said. “I didn’t last ten minutes. It was like a bad movie. I freaked and I ran.” (“Wait, you went to one of those? I’d never have the balls.” (“Well, obviously not. This dude has gone on the record with asking you to describe your cock. If it’d been me, I would’ve probably just whipped it out, right there.” (“Stop being a freak.” (“Just whipped out the boner, right there, put it on the table. I would’ve been like, ‘Now suck it!'” (“Dude, you’re out of your mind,” I said. “What the hell are you doing out there?” (“Nothing! Nothing at all! I’m just, like, horny. And desperate. Tonight I will jerk off thinking about you getting blown by the naked hypothetical frat boy of my dreams. I should look him up online and send him an e-mail. I’ll be like, ‘Hey, you don’t know me, but I’m the guy who had his wiener in your friend Joe’s mouth for half the summer. I’ve heard all about you, and the T-shirt sounds cool. Joe would like to show you his penis and vice versa.'” (“Stop being toolish. Don’t even joke. It’s just, like, very delicate. ” (“Oh my God. This is summer of sophomore year all over again for you. You’re too freaked out to be like, ‘Yay, boners.'” (“Not at all, you fuck. I’m ‘Yay, boners,’ completely. I just don’t want to offend him. Maybe he’s not interested, and maybe it’ll fuck up what seems like a nice friendship.” (“Look, Joseph, I hesitate to compliment you, but you’re not completely ugly,” Andy said. “Within the broad spectrum of human appearance, I mean. There aren’t really *that* *many* people who would respond to your sexual interest with offended disgust.” (“I want to punch you.” (“Wait, why?” (“Because you’re just annoying me.” (“You huge pussy,” Andy said. “I’m, like, so desperate that I’m booking a flight right now. I’m going to arrive at your dorm room with a pink fucking triangle on my T-shirt and a rainbow bandanna wrapped around my head, and I’m going to find this hot gay fraternity boy and make love to him for 48 hours.” (“That makes me want to punch you even harder.”) *15* “Yay, boners,” I said to Matt. “What?” “Nothing. It’s, like, an inside joke that doesn’t affect you.” “You’re even weirder than I am.” He stood up on his knees so that his curving boner loomed over my stomach. He slapped his hands on his belly. We were lit by a lamp’s orange light. I could see a couple smears of my dried semen on his stomach. It was flat and unmuscled. He let his hands on his hips, looked down at me and smiled like he was amused. “What?” “You look kind of scared. I’m not going to blow my load on your face.” “I’m not scared,” I said. “I’m just turned on.” I reached up and put my hand on his dick. It was the first time that I got to do it. I had it halfway down the shaft. He had long black hairs that sprung out where the base of his shaft hit his balls. They landed in my grip. His dick had turned a kind of light pink by then. There was one vein that crept up his dick on his left side. The head of his cock was full and rounded out. Some of my mild stickiness lingered on it. I licked the palm of my hand and slowly rubbed it up and down against him. His balls hung down, webbed and rounded and heavy. I carefully pushed my free palm against them, letting them rest hot and heavy on my hand, the hairs of them tingling against my palms. Matt reached down so that an index finger and a middle finger forked over his pubic hair and the stem of his dick. The hand that was nervously cupping his balls, he sort of tickled the sides of that wrist with his two extended fingers. He maneuvered himself so that he was down lying atop me again. His chin bone rested on mine. He kissed me again. My hand was still touching his cock but not ringed around it. Matt began to press it against me in a very slow rhythm, so that he was fucking the skin of my hipbone abutted with the side of my hand and my wrist. “Don’t move your hand,” he said. “Just let me look at your face here.” His face was just an inch or two over mine. It was read, and by then he was sweaty just a little. I felt his breath warm over my lips, chin and nose. It smelled a little like beer and cigarettes but that seemed hot to me. I studied the parting of his lips and the little scar over his cheekbone. We were making sustained eye contact; my heart was beating harder now. As he was slowly sliding his dick up end down against the side of me, his smooth, warm hip was also moving up and down against my hard-on. I wanted him to blow his load on my arm, then I wanted to get off a couple seconds later, and then make out with him for awhile and then get off again. Matt leaned down and gave kiss to the side of my neck. He breathed against me. When Matt came he just kind of put his mouth over mine and left it there. He pressed his dick hard against my hip with a slow, forceful slide. His cum came out hot against my stomach and the side of my arm. Matt breathed heavy into my mouth. Our chins and noses were touching. His initial shot hit me, and then more came out, in three or four spurts that landed on my arm and my hip. When Matt was done, he crawled back on top of me, hugging my thighs with his legs, and started kissing me again. (6) (I decided to wear decent clothes. I put on my nicest pair of jeans and a white button-down shirt. Before going out, I took a shower. I shaved. I combed my hair. I brushed my teeth. I watched myself in a mirror and considered which of my facial expressions looked okay and which ones made me look like a dork. I chewed minty gum. I put a book in my backpack so that I’d have something to read in case Matt ran late, as usual. (He was already at the coffee house. He’d been studying for awhile. In the margins of a book about China, he was taking notes in tiny, neat printing. He wore a hoodie that slunk over his head. Matt looked monkish and when I sat down across from me he looked up slowly, like he was emerging from a daze. He bit his lower lip. His lower lip looked wet. (“You’re somewhat dressed up tonight,” he said. “By your standards.” (“I’m hoping that I can stop embarrassing you in public,” I said. (“Lucky for you, I don’t get embarrassed in public,” Matt said. “But if I did, you’d be a hopeless case.” (It was chilly outside. There were frosts at night. We could see esat escort our breath. (Matt was acting normal but my mind was reeling. Our walk seemed to go in slow motion. Other people on the sidewalk looked crazy to me: vaguely threatening. Jackie the waitress came to us. Matt ordered a pizza to go with our beer. Nothing was happening. Our conversation wasn’t flirtatious. My hard-on was complete anyway. When I spoke it was like I was stoned, like I had to concentrate on every syllable and plan words before I spoke them. I drank too quickly. I chainsmoked with Matt’s cigarettes. A few times, my legs struck against his under the table. Words that I don’t want to repeat flipped through the back of my throat like flashcards. (For a few minutes I wondered whether this is what it was like to be schizophrenic. I ate a couple slices of pizza. I drank harder and faster than I should have. My stomach started to hurt. My face was sweating. (“What’s up with you?” Matt said. (“Huh?” (“You’re acting weird.” (“I’m kind of messed up.” (“Over what?” (“I don’t know.” (“That’s, like, not super-helpful.” (“I’m just stressed out.” (“The mid-terms sucked, I guess.” (“No, man. They’re all fine.” I drank more beer. “I’m just freaking out all the time.”) *18* Matt later told me that when I seemed like someone who’d been taken off medication. Suddenly he started wondering what he’d gotten himself into by hanging out with me. “It was, like, night and day,” he said later. “I thought I was going to have to call into a help line.” (7) (“Do you want to leave?” Matt said. (“Can we just go out and walk around?” I said. “Let’s just go walk around. The cigarette smoke is making me feel gross.” (“It’s probably the two pitchers you drank in an hour,” he said. “Why don’t you go hop to the men’s room while I alert the authorities.” (As soon as we got outside into the cool air, my brain felt better. It was dark at 9 p.m. (“Everything okay with your parents?” (“Yes, yes,” I said. “I’m sorry. I just got myself somewhat worked up. It was over nothing.” (“Jesus Christ! You’re back!” (“I’m sorry,” I said. “Sometimes I just kind of twist myself up in knots over stuff. I think I internalize it maybe more than I should. It’s just, like, the thing is,” I said, issuing a high, nervous laugh, “that I’ve been having some unexpected issues?” (“Like health issues? Psychological breakdown?” (“No, no. The thing is, it’s some stuff I’ve been meaning to talk to you about. Before I came to school …” (That was it. I didn’t need to say anything else. It was all over. Matt knew everything. How do I know this? Suddenly his entire posture relaxed. His face went from this grim, uneasy concern — the kind of look you see on subway passengers when a mentally ill panhandler lopes through, yelling at random strangers — into this confident, mischievous grin. I swear that he started walking closer to me. (“It’s kind of like this. Remember how I said that all summer long I’d been hooking up with this girl who’s at Berkeley now?” (“How could I forget the incredibly hot girl who you just started hooking up with right after graduation?” (“Yes, well, that wasn’t totally accurate.” (He giggled. He’d won and he knew it. “So she wasn’t that incredibly hot, huh?” (I didn’t respond. (“You weren’t really hooking up with her. Or she was just the cleaning lady. Your Puerto Rican cleaning lady. She took your virginity.” (“Oh, Christ, Canetti-” (“Start calling me Christ Canetti from now on,” he said. “So you were hooking up. With a person?” (“Yeah. A person.” He put a direct, teasing emphasis on the word “person.” (“Was it fun?” (“It was, like, amazing. I still think about it all the time.” (“And it’s been kind of hard for you to deal with the fallout, from getting to hang out with the *person*.” (“It’s been hard, yeah,” I said. I gave a gaspy laugh. I patted myself on the back for my own cleverness. “It’s, you know, pretty hard right now.” (“And maybe you’re thinking about how it’d be nice to find a way to deal with the hardness, huh?” (He was laughing at me. He pulled the hood of his sweatshirt back over his head. For Matt, I think it was probably like a kid frightened of a monster in the closet. (We walked on campus, down a side-street past some institutional-looking classroom buildings and faculty offices. We weren’t the only ones out on the street that night, but it was a light scattering of people. Our pace was slow. A big-assed girl with a pink backpack sped past us. (“Would it be uncomfortable if I asked you a few questions?” Matt said. (“I’m not sure.” (“Well.” He paused, translating his thinking into our code. “When you were with the *person*, was it just, like, kind of bored, and you were trying something new? Or do you think maybe you’re sort of more interested in people? As opposed to, I guess, more traditional values? The kind you would’ve had at Liberty University?” (I laughed; I stammered. “Wait, you know I didn’t really apply to Liberty University, right?” (“No shit. I’m not a moron. Stop evading my question.” (“Well, yeah,” I said. “I’m pretty interested in people.” (“So it’s pretty definitive to you that you like … people. As opposed to having a girlfriend.” (“Uh, yeah,” I said. “That’s pretty accurate.” (“You’re a people person!” Matt said. “Me too!” (“I know!” (“Well, as you may know, I’m a huge people person,” Matt said. “Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say ‘huge.’ I guess it’s all relative.” Matt elbowed me at the ribs. “So when you found out I was a people person, what kind of reaction did you have?” (“It sort of seemed like a prank,” I said. “I wasn’t really sure what to think. It took some time to think through the implications.” (“I’m kind of surprised that you’re such a people person,” Matt said. “Very surprised. You know, since I’ve gotten here, maybe five or six guys have, like, come out to me as being a people person. I don’t know why I’m the one people always want to talk to.” (“Wait,” I said. “Just, before, like, anything uncomfortable gets said, I want to make sure we’re talking about the same thing.” (He rolled his eyes. He reached out and messed up my hair; he elbowed me again. “In the two months we’ve been hanging out, you’ve never seemed denser or cuter, for a retard.”) *16* When he sweated, he stopped smelling so much like beer and cigarettes, more like soap and deodorant. There was a little sweat at his scalp now. I pushed my hand down on his hair and then smelled the scent of his hair on my fingers. Matt rolled off from me. He lied on his back with his arm around my neck. There weren’t any sheets over us. We were both lying naked. My dick was still at full noon, lying flat against my lower stomach and pointing at my naval. Matt’s parabolic dick has half-hard, laying on the side of his hip. “Do you want a cigarette?” he said. “Nah,” I said. “Do you have any kleenex?” Matt’s semen was still on my arm and my mid-section. It was sliding off onto the sheets. He leaned over and handed me a fistful of tissues. I wiped him off of me and dropped the wadded kleenex on his floor. “That’s littering,” he said. He got out of bed and took his cigarettes out of his backpack. He bent over with his pale, skinny ass sticking out. I could see his balls hanging down between his legs and the outline of his cock swinging on the other side. When he turned back toward me with a lit cigarette in his mouth, his dick flapped back and forth. The album was halfway through “Champagne Supernova.” He sat down on the edge of his bed, half-facing me in profile, with the tufts of his black pubic hair visible to me rising on the other side of his thigh. His bony spine and the top of his ass faced me; from the orange light of his bedside lamp, I could see the tiny black hairs on his buttocks. He blew smoke, and looked down on me and laughed. “Are you okay?” he said. “I’m, like, great.” “Well, you look great,” he said. “This has been a pretty eventful night for you, huh?” “It’s a lot better than I expected.” The Oasis album ran out. Matt didn’t go to play a new one. He dashed out his cigarette halfway through and went back to laying next to me. I reached down and put my hand on his dick. I just kind of held my hand over it. I curled up next to him with my face on his shoulder. I kissed his shoulder. “A kingdom for a kiss upon my shoulder,” he said. “Huh?” “Never mind. It’s from a song. I thought because you quoted the Dylan lyric before you’d get — oh, never mind.” I groaned and pressed my hard-on against him, then I rolled over so that I was the one lying on top of him this time. When I kissed him, I tried to keep it paced and disciplined like he told me, but it just felt too good, and I couldn’t help myself. I left my tongue in his mouth and let it sit there. He squeezed it with his teeth. Matt was fully hard again. I slid a few more inches so that our dicks were back to touching. “If you want to do other stuff we can do other stuff,” he said quietly in my ear. “I’m okay,” I said, my heart racing. “We don’t need to do that much.” “That’s what I thought, but I thought I’d say it anyway.” I leaned down and kissed him some more. He held one of my hands again, and he dropped another hand down to my ass. I’m not sure how long it took, but it felt like I came about two seconds later. (8) (Matt and I took a seat on a stone bench outside the library. We were inches apart. In a quiet voice so that no stray words could be picked up by anyone walking past, I told him about how things had unfolded with Andy. I was pretty drunk so it wasn’t my most articulate performance. He didn’t interrupt me or drop any smart-assed lines. He kept his hoodie pulled down so that I couldn’t get a look at his face. (“Well,” he said, “as stressed out as you sound, it’s really not that bad. It sounds like you’ve come to terms with it okay. You’ve taken a lot more experience under your belt than I had when I came here. Sometimes you meet these guys who describe themselves as bi, or they’ve got extreme denial issues to cope with. It sounds like you’ve had some fun and thought it through in a constructive way.” (“Maybe,” I said. “It doesn’t really feel like that.” (“I know it doesn’t.” He slapped me on the back. “It’ll be okay. You’ve just got to find a way to reconcile it with who you are and the things you care about. And try not to get too jaded.” (“It’s just, like, harder for me than that. I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing. Honestly, it’s like I can’t figure out how all of this fits together. And sometimes the more I think about it, the more freaked out I get.” (“I know it can be scary.” He slapped me on the back again. “It’ll be okay. Try not to overthink it.”) *17* “You wanna stay here or you gonna head back to the dorms?” “I don’t know,” I said. I was feeling tired and dehydrated; I needed water. Matt was curled up behind me. He gave my neck muscles a squeeze. “Do you want me to take off?” “Not at all,” he said. “I only slept over with Andy those three times,” I said. “It was pretty nice.” “I have some contact solution and a case you can use,” Matt said. “If you get up for the bathroom, just do me a favor and throw on a pair of my basketball shorts and a T-shirt. James isn’t weirded out, but a naked freshman walking around the apartment would be a little much.” “I’m not going to stand around naked in front of your roommate.” “He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Matt said. “I don’t have a toothbrush, but you can probably get away without brushing for a night.” A few minutes later I fell asleep in his bed. (9) (I walked wobbly up the concrete stairwell to Matt’s apartment. It was a boxy brick building, with four floors with a few units on each floor. It’s the kind of housing that’s probably acceptable only in college towns and suburban slums. The public stairwell smelled vaguely of beer and urine; the shared hallway smelled like cigarette smoke. In the living room, Matt’s roommate sat cross-legged in a couch, watching an episode of “South Park.” Some kind of textbook was open on the coffee table, with notes spread out around him. (“Hey James, this is my friend Joe. We’re going to go hang out for awhile.” (James didn’t look away from the television or glance over at my face. He raised his arm in a gesture that fell somewhere between a wave hello and a triumphant, heavy-metal fist pump. I followed Matt down the apartment’s short hall into his room. He had knee-high stacks of books along the wall — Hegel, Nietzsche, Heidegger. “I thought I was going to be a philosophy major,” Matt explained as he kicked off his shoes. “It’s really seductive stuff, just somewhat impractical. You can never really test anything in philosophy. I find that frustrating. It’s a lot of extremely artful, well thought out speculation. You know?” (I just kind of nodded. I dropped my backpack on the floor. “You can take off your shoes and sit on my bed,” Matt said. “It’s okay. We’re not really going to do anything.” (Matt looked through his DVD collection and picked out “Dazed and Confused.” He looked over at me with a kind of confident grin. He took a couple of steps to the door and turned the lock.)

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Subject: Noah’s new job pt 3/ college section Mike Do not forget to donate to this awesome site. All T’s and C’s apply. A couple of weeks passed and they hired a few more female servers. Then one night I come in and there is Max with a new guy. I smiled at him and he introduced himself as Mike. “Hey, I am Noah your busser for the night,” I told him “Cool, I’m Mike. I am training with Max over there. I used to work in another restaurant. I’ll try and help you clear some tables if I can,” he told me and walked away to go learn from Max about serving tables here. I jumped into my role and starting clearing tables. My mind looked over at Mike who was just as tall as Max and slim as him as well. He bent over one of the tables and his shirt lifted up. Though it got caught by his apron strings I still could see a little bit of his boxers that he had on. They were red and green checkered. It turned me on and made my mind race at the possibilities of what trouble I might be able to get into. I was cleaning a table when he came over and asked, “Can I help you with anything?” “Sure,” I told him. I walked out to the patio. I handed him some glasses that were pretty filled to the top with water and other liquids. Some spilled as he tried to balance them. He got him down the front of his clothes. “Sorry about that.” “No worries, it is part of the job. Work hazard you know,” he told me with a big smile on his face. “Yeah, want me to wipe that away,” I asked then just realized that I asked him to let me wipe him down. He did not say anything but just took my hand and the towel and pressed it over his stomach. He pressed hard and I could feel his abs that were hidden underneath. I melted from his forcefulness demetevler escort and almost forgot where we were. I tried to pull my hand away when he started moving our hands lower. I touched his belt buckle and realized where he was leading my hand. I pulled away just before I could not stop myself from just jumping him right there. Luckily it was dark out and if he wanted to continue what was about to happen I know what needed to happen. I told him, “If you want to continue this please follow me.” I walked back in after cleaning the patio with Mike. I looked around for our manager on duty. I found him and told him, “We need propane for the heaters outside. Can I take Mike to help out?” “Sure,” he told me. Since it was the last hour, we did not really have any customers and most of the restaurant was clean enough to the point where it could wait till I got back. I grabbed Mike and the key to the cage were the propane tanks are stored. We walked out back and into where the propane tanks are stored. It was in a built in little enclosed area. There is only one way in and you need the key to get in. I closed the door behind us. I backed him up against the back of the cage where the propane was stored. I did not waste any time; my hands started roaming his body as my lips were smashed up against his. His hands reached down and picked me up. My hands fumble with his belt buckle and then I hear that sweet sound of success. ? He let the belt and his pants fall and hit the ground His boxers were all tented up. Then I noticed something. He was waiting for me to make the next move. I realized he is a bottom and loved to be commanded. dikmen escort I took charge not like the other two times. It was a little weird at first but I kind of liked it. I told him, “Take my clothes off.” He got down on his knees and start unbuckling my belt and pulled down my pants. My boxer briefs were tented up and I was ready for his warm mouth to take me in, yet I wanted to do him as well. I told him to lay down and get into a 69 position. I did not waste any time and pulled his cock out of his boxers and started to lick that massive 8-inch cock. I was almost able to take the hold thing into my mouth when he started to thrust it in and out of my mouth. I felt his mouth working hard on my member. I followed suite and start thrusting in and out of his inviting mouth as well. I was about to cum when I told him to stop. He looked down at me and asked, “What? Did I do something wrong?” “No, it felt so great and I was about to cum but I want to cum inside you. Flip over so I can fuck that tight ass of yours.” He did not say another word and I pull his boxers down and went to town on his cute tight butt. My undies were already down to my knees and when I got his ass nice and lubed up a moan escaped from his mouth. I knew he was ready for me. I lined my cock up with his hole and slowly pushed in. There was some resistance but I still pushed past that point and made my way all the way in. He moaned and screamed a few times as he adjusted to me inside him. I waited a few seconds for him to get used to me inside him before I started thrusting in and out. Since I was pretty close to cumming already it did not take me long to get back elvankent escort to the moment. I wanted him to cum with me so I changed positions. I laid on my back and had him face me and his cock was so inviting to just say fuck it and just suck him off till his cums but I wanted us both to enjoy this moment. He started back down on my cock and started riding in it. I reach out and stroked him as he went up and down on me. I could not hold back any more. I closed my eyes as I moaned out his name, I felt cum drops hit me in the face and then a few more on my chest and stomach. I opened my eyes and noticed his head was tilted back. His eyes shut and he held his breath. I sped up my fucking his ass and soon go back to the point of no return. He came down from his high as I just start filling his ass with my cum. His ass tightened up once more to hold my cock in place. I shoot at least six or seven times deep inside him. He came resting on my chest as we both were out of breath. We waited there a couple of minutes before we realized that we both were still working. We rushed to put our clothes on and I grabbed two propane tanks to take back with us. I smiled at him as we walked back to the restaurant. Our boss did not notice us being gone so long but we quickly finished up our work. Mike left before me and I was there to help close up. Another hour passed and Max and the boss told me I could go home. I walked to my car and noticed something on my windshield. I got close and it was piece of clothing and a note. I picked up the clothing and it was Mike’s boxers. The note read: Thanks for training me. Hope we can train again. Here is something to look forward to for the next time. Please wear this so I can see them on you. I looked over the boxers and there was cum stains on them and fresh glob of cum on them. He must have came out here and jerked off while I was still working. I smiled that I made his night. Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think by emailing joshmisses@yahoo. If you like this story come check out my blog ess.

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Subject: Becoming my flatmates’ bitch – part 23 Becoming my flatmates’ bitch � part 23 By Brian Porter m/M, CFNM, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex). Posted at Nifty, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, fty/donate.html ————- I’m writing a book (related to these stories here) that may become a book in the future, and I need financial support to edit it. If you want to contribute, please check my Patreon eon/user?u=3122824. Part of the money will be donated to Nifty. (I know people offered to proofread the book for me, and I appreciate it. However, I’ve got problems doing something similar before, so I’d rather pay someone and have a contract). By the way, on the last instalment of the club story, I had a problem with the text’s formatting. I believe it happened when I converted the file into .txt. Hope this one is ok. ———— Hi, everyone! I’d like to apologize for disappearing for so long. I’ve been through a difficult moment of my life. Depressed, mostly. I just couldn’t write anything that pleased me, although I kept trying. Just couldn’t finish anything. Now I’m moving on, and I think I’m getting back to normal. I have a lot of plans, which still include the book and a website that I’m developing. So, I present the next chapter of `becoming my flatmates’ bitch’ Hope you all enjoy! I know I haven’t answered e-mails, but I’m back to business, and it includes answering them. Hope you send me e-mails to keep me going. This time, hopefully, with no breakdowns. Please, do send me e-mails. Cheers! ———- I slept very well that night given everything I’ve been through the day before. I’d lie if I said I dreamt of Adam and his big dick. My dreams are never that obvious, but I did see phallic symbols and other stuff that made me aware of my excitement. A simple reason surrounded my aura: I had cum. Many variables can be associated with that. Such as I came from anal stimulation, my dick was caged, I came more than once by being fucked by another guy. To sum it up, I liked that. The issue is I considered myself straight. That was wrong, and the feeling of guilt woke me up. The world would be so much easier if we just accepted things we like or dislike without prejudice. But that’s an ideal place we’ll probably never know. Human beings are very complex, and I was complicated too. I thought I knew a lot about life, but I was still just a na�ve apprentice. When I opened my eyes, I saw the sunlight that bathed the flat’s common space entering my now doorless room. In my mind, the light came to reaffirm that I was now vulnerable and in my flatmates’ hands. I remembered something about `three times.’ Yes, Adam said he’d fuck me three times before asking Brian to free my dick from that cage. My hands wandered again to where I once had pubic hair, and there I found the metal surrounding my meat. My smooth balls, my hairless crack, my swollen asshole. The simple touch of my finger brought back memories. That was becoming an erogenous area of my body, which was driving me crazy. Although swollen, it was hungry. I needed to cum. I felt like I had years of accumulated jizz, forcing its way through my body, looking for a way to get out of me. My finger pressing my prostate was just what I needed. `No! Soon I’ll be free again. Hang on there, and you’ll be alright. Soon all of this will be over’ I promised myself. A promise I didn’t know whether I could maintain or not. I think that that voice was scratching only the surface of what I felt. Deeper inside, I heard another voice I wanted to suppress. `Don’t finger yourself now coz soon Adam will be fucking you again, and that will feel way better.’ In one aspect, these two voices agreed with each other: I was, in fact, waiting for Adam. He’d free me � whatever that meant. In the moment of my reverie, I heard voices coming from the living room. Brian and Kurt were talking and probably getting ready to leave. They were murmuring, which was weird since Brian wasn’t the kind of person who’d murmur. He was more like the yelling type. I closed my eyes to pretend I was sleeping as if it would change anything. If they wanted me awake, they’d put me up in two seconds. Thankfully, that wasn’t their intention. They were gone, and I felt alone again. Well, I wasn’t that alone. Not too long after Brian and Kurt left, I heard Adam walking around. My heart was beating fast. Was he coming to my room? I didn’t know if I wanted to pretend I was sleeping or if I’d stand up and talk to him. `I need to have my dick back’ I kept telling myself. `It was taken away from me, and I have the right to get it back.’ And so I waited till I heard him zipping up his jacket. `What the fuck?’ I thought. I needed to know what he wanted from me. Not very sure of what I was doing, I stood up and walked to the doorframe, from a place I could see him, but he couldn’t see me very well. “You going out?” I asked the obvious. “Yeah, got stuff to do” he answered in a very nice way. Brian would’ve said something like `no, bitch. I’m dressing up to fuck your mother in the toilet.’ My heart was beating even faster. My mouth was moving, but I couldn’t hear my voice until I finally spoke: “You said you’d get Brian to free me… you know…” “Oh, that. Yeah. But before that I said I’d fuck you three times, right? Can’t you wait?” He was very direct as usual. He was this kind of person. Once he told me an old friend of his taught him how to be like that, a guy who used to be a bodybuilder. I think he saw hesitation in my movements. My body not responding to my brain, a lot of tension around me. I obviously couldn’t wait. I just fucking needed to jerk off. “Listen” he continued, “I can’t now. But, I’ll tell you what” and he went to the kitchen. He was messing around, looking for something into plastic bags till he came back, now into my room. In his hand, there was a bag with about a dozen carrots inside. “I’ll tell you what. You fuck yourself with one of these. You choose whichever you want. You can cum as many times as you want. It’ll count as one fuck, then only two more to go. What d’you say?” “I dunno. I don’t want to do that?” I mumbled. “You sure? It’s not as nice as my dick, but it’ll make you feel better. Trust me” he finally handed me the bag. “Anyway, it’s up to you. If you do, I’ll know. You can’t fool me. And if you do, then only two more to go. I swear.” “I’ll see…” “Listen, you can wait for me if you want. It’ll just take longer. As I said, it’s up to you.” Maybe, deep inside, I felt a bit rejected as he decided to let me fuck myself with a carrot instead of fucking me. Was this his plan? To make me feel like being fucked by him? I was dancing in the dark, as usual. I didn’t answer. Adam turned away and left me with the bag of carrots. Just before closing the door, he took a last look at me and said: “but put a condom on it, ok? You don’t want it to break inside of you. I have condoms in the top drawer. Then throw the carrot away.” I looked at my hands. What was going on with me? How far was I going? I was considering whether I’d do as suggested. I was unconsciously trying to choose which carrot to use. I couldn’t feel more useless. But as I thought better, I realized it’d be less embarrassing to just use the carrot than having Adam fucking me again. It’d be one less time with him on top of me. I also knew I couldn’t fool him. Adam was smart. I had to get one of those carrots inside me. I walked in straps to his room and got a package of condoms. In the kitchen, I placed the bag on the sink and looked at them carefully. All of them seemed big to me. For a moment, I wondered why someone would buy that many big carrots? My hands touched each one of them. The difference was very small. Knowing the choice wouldn’t make any difference, I picked the first one I found. What was I doing? I couldn’t help but ask myself this question repeatedly. I slid the condom on the carrot till I got only the bottom unwrapped. I made it easier for me because I started from the part that was thinner, and left the thicker out. I remembered I needed lube, so I went after it in Adam’s room. He had left it on his bedside table, to make it clear he’d used it a day before. I guess I looked like a teenage girl preparing to lose her virginity. A horny girl who’d spend time choosing what to use for the special moment. I spread the gooey liquid on the condom-covered carrot and wasted a few minutes choosing which position to be when proceeding with the plan. I thought that on my fours could hurt my arms, so maybe laying on my back, with legs on the air would be a better option. I got the carrot and felt the cold tip touching my pucker. It was clearly not a dick. It was harder, colder, even weirder than Adam’s dick or fingers. Plus, I couldn’t see what I was doing, but only guess. I decided I simply couldn’t look in the mirror while doing that. Humiliation was already enough this way. I pressed the carrot, and I felt the tip moving into my anus. Surprise took me as I notice how easily it penetrated me. I expected my hole would fight it back, but it embraced the intruder. The surprise gave in to more penetration, as my hand pulled the carrot deeper inside. I realized why Adam said he’d find out if I hadn’t used the carrot. He wanted me to use it until I felt swollen, till my hole was open and deflowered by the vegetable. In and out, I adjusted the pacing to how comfortable I felt. But I wasn’t enjoying it. The carrot didn’t have the right girth; it was too hard, my G-spot wasn’t being massaged as Adam did so expertly. Now and then, I’d touch my hole with my fingers and feel how open it was. I decided to continue with the carrot fucking till I felt my hole was large enough. This way, Adam would be able to touch me and know I’d done what he wanted. The mechanical rhythm wasn’t pleasing either. My muscles contracted, and the intrusion was getting unpleasing. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else. The carrot was almost entirely buried in me. I rotated it, but I didn’t feel much difference. I think that more than choosing the right object to self-fuck, the most important is to know what you’re doing, and I didn’t. I tried rotating from left to right, then right to left, but still… “What the fuck?” I heard that voice coming from my door. I opened my eyes to find Kurt looking at me. Fuck! Brian should be with him. That was the first thing I thought, `what Brian’s gonna say?’ “This is… nothing” I had no idea what I could say. How do you explain something like this? Kurt walked into the room and got the carrot that was still deep into my intestine. The emptiness filled the gap I felt without it in me. I sat down on my bed as I observed Kurt. He got the condom out and took a long-lasting look at the carrot. Was it too big? “All of them were the same… size” I answered even when no question had been made. “This is Brian’s. I think he’d make a cake” and he laughed like a horse. “Well, I can say you were trying to squeeze the juice out of it.” “Please, don’t tell Brian…” “Tell me what?” and he appeared behind Kurt. Fuck! Could anything get worse? “Chad was getting the juice out of your carrot” Kurt kept laughing. “What d’you mean? What were you doing?” he asked me. “Nothing…” I tried to think of something smarter to say, but I had nothing to say. “So, show me how you do nothing,” and he was trying to give me the carrot back. “I can’t. I mean, it can break” “What the hell is going on here?” Brian asked again to Kurt and me. “Can anyone explain why I’m holding a carrot in the bitch’s chamber?” “He was eating it, but using a different channel” Kurt still the same. It only took Brian a few seconds, but he finally got the picture. “Were you using MY carrot as a dildo, bitch? You’re such a slut. What’s going on with you? All the `I ain’t gay’ shit? So, you finally coming out?” “No, you don’t understand… It’s…” I couldn’t say what Adam asked me to do. What could I say? Brian couldn’t know the truth, or he’d want to fuck me too. Being fucked would be the new routine. “I just wanted to know how it feels like. No big deal, ok? Since I can’t touch my dick, I…” “Since you can’t touch you dicklet, you decided it’d be a good idea to fuck yourself with a carrot? Bitch, once I broke my arm, and I didn’t jack off for a fucking month, and still, I didn’t consider sitting on a fucking carrot. Bitch!” “It’s been way more than a month; you know that. I needed to cum…” “I’ve got something better for you here” he groped his dick through his jeans. “This will make you cum, not a stupid carrot.” “You ain’t fucking me. You never will” I had to show some dignity. “Ok. So, dicks are forbidden, but carrots allowed? Alright then…” “That’s not what I meant…” I wanted to say something else. I thought for a while çankaya escort as Brian kept his eyes on mine. “So? What do you mean? It’s alright to be a bitch, just don’t deny it, k?” and he had me silent. “By the way, since you gave a step further, now we got to play a game.” “Fuck!” I mumbled. I knew games weren’t a good deal for me. I’d never win one of his games. “Yeah, since you started it, this one will involve fucking you. With carrots, since you prefer them to real dicks. Kurt came in, carrying the bag with all the other carrots. “How did you choose this one among all the others? Why this one?” Brian asked. “Randomly…” “Don’t bullshit me, bitch. Why this one?” “I’m telling you. I touched it and picked it up” I said it honestly for the first time. “Ok then. So, you choose what’s gonna get into your ass by the touch? And does it feel special when you put it into your ass?” “I dunno. It’s just a carrot…” “Oh, you shouldn’t say that. It can’t be just a carrot; it’s THE carrot. From ten carrots you picked this one, you must love it. So, let’s make it feel special. I’ll put the carrots on the counter, and each will have a number. All fuck you with each one of them. Yeah, you gonna have all ten carrots into your hole. After that, all you gotta do is to say which one you picked up. I mean, which one is this one I’m holding now.” “What do I get if I win?” I can’t believe I didn’t fight the idea. But I didn’t. Maybe because I knew it would be a waste of time. “Nothing. You fucked yourself with it without my asking. What’s here to win? Well, I’d say you can keep on fucking yourself then. I’ll just leave you alone to it. But if you lose…” I looked at him with a mix of disgust and fear. What could he do to me? Adam wouldn’t let him fuck me. He’d made it clear. He’d be the only one. I’d tell him first thing when he arrived. I’d send him a message. “Well, for each wrong number you say, I’ll randomly choose someone you know here in the campus, and I’ll show him a picture of you sucking dick.” “No. We all agreed this would be something among us…” “Who’s us, bitch? Is Bob us? Is Alex us? Are you not feeling the weight of reality yet? There’s no `us’ anymore. And, besides, I’m pretty sure you’ll get it right straightaway. I’m sure you have some intimacy with this carrot here already. And…” he continued, “so you don’t say I’m cheating, I’ll cut it here with my nail.” Brian scratched the base of the carrot with his finger and peeled it partially. He showed it to me, and I saw it was marked. “See? This is the one. When you get the right number, I’ll show it to you. Oh, and if you feel you have the right one inside of you, you can let me know. Don’t need to have all ten of them inside your ass. But again, if you’re wrong, someone will know you appreciate the taste of dicks.” Kurt was too quiet but led me to the living room. “Knees on the couch. Just bend so your elbows are on the headrest.” He still blindfolded me and slapped my ass with a loud laugh. “You gotta use a condom in them, and lube,” he told Brian, “that’s how he was using it.” “Good” Brian was probably smiling. “Condom and lots of lube for bitch number one coz he deserves.” I heard Brian pressing the lube bottle and the slimy sound of his hands spreading it on the carrot. He asked Kurt to help him and open my ass cheeks apart. And the first carrot came inside me without much effort. I grunted, but it wasn’t painful, I think it was just a normal reaction caused by the unexpected penetration. I thought he wouldn’t spend much time sliding the carrot in me, but of course, he did. Probably, five minutes later, he took it out and came with a new one. The girth was the same; there was nothing I could use as a reference to distinguish one from the other. “I’ll fuck you with the base first, so maybe you can see the difference.” “Nah, that’ll hurt” I contested. “Bitch, from what I can see here, you’re open enough already. Just shut up. If it doesn’t go in I quit” and another slap on my butt. He turned the carrot around and in it went. I didn’t feel much difference. I think my anus was getting a bit numb. It was different from everything that happened before. I wasn’t feeling bad; I was feeling nothing. “This is the second one. Not this one yet? Let’s try the third one then” then he asked Kurt to keep me open. “Third one is going in. Base first. Is this the one?” I could only feel Kurt’s hands opening my ass and the invader going in and out. “I don’t know” I answered honestly again. “They all have more or less the same girth. I can’t feel much.” “That’s because you’re a greedy bitch. You should’ve paid more attention when you chose the one that would deflower you. This detail will make your life much harder, right?” “Ok. Not this one” I realized I’d better just go on with the carrots till we reached the last one, then I could start choosing. “Think better, bitch. If this is the one, someone will be knowing your little secret.” “Fuck, I don’t know.” “Just take your time,” and the pumping continued for more five minutes or more. The same repeated over and over again. Sometimes he’d insert the carrot from the thin side first, then change to the thick one. Other times, he’d do the opposite. For all ten carrots, it took us one hour or so. My ass was numb, couldn’t feel anything whatsoever. I didn’t know which number to say coz all of them felt the same. “I seriously don’t know. I think it was number five?” “Five? This one?” And then he inserted it deep into my ass. As he got it in and out, he asked if I was sure, if I didn’t want to change to another one. I knew I had no options because I’d keep guessing regardless of the number I chose. “Yes, that’s the one” I reaffirmed after three minutes or more. “Sorry, bitch. Try again” he didn’t sound apologetic at all. “Number three?” “Oh, that’s a good guess. Let’s try it.” It repeated for quite a while. It wasn’t number three, number six nor number nine. While I guessed, Brian would keep repeating if I was sure and wouldn’t stop the coming in and going out movement. It lasted for at least another half an hour. “Number two. It’s number two. I’m sure” I’d given up already. I could only expect Adam to change Brian’s intentions of telling my friends about my cocksucking habit. “Oh. This one? Is this the right one?” Fuck. I couldn’t take that any longer. I was getting tired, my leg about to cramp. I could swear Brian would keep going on and on till I’ve tried all numbers. “Finally, bitch” and he stopped the pumping. “When you said three, I told you it was a good guess, but then you went all the way up to six. Here you go, now you can see the carrot I used in you. It’s the same one you used before.” I removed the blindfold and didn’t care to look at the carrot. That wouldn’t make any difference. As I stood up, pissed, and ready to get back to my room, I saw a devious grin on Kurt’s face. Brian was grinning too. “What?” I asked out of my indignation. “Nothing. Do whatever you want” Kurt answered. “Yeah and get ready to have your secret revealed to four of your friends, or colleagues, or teachers. God knows who I’ll pick up.” “Whatever. Let’s see if you’ll be able to go on with that” I answered in a way I shouldn’t. I just wanted to keep my dignity but doing that by challenging Brian’s authority wasn’t a smart idea. I still hoped Adam could do something about it. I wouldn’t expect Brian and Kurt to let me be so easily, but they did. Just like they vanished and reappeared, out they went again without announcing. Back to my room, I went to my bed and, under the bedsheet, touched my hole. It was oily but not sensitive. It felt numb, a bit like anesthesia. With the other hand, I touched my dick. It was hard and wet. But I didn’t feel myself coming earlier. Was I really numb? Not even the discomfort caused by the cage annoyed me. How could I cum without noticing it? Without much effort, I fell asleep. I didn’t sleep all I could that night, so I still managed to close my eyes and dream a bit more. I don’t know for how long I slept, but a noise woke me up as I had another weird dream, this time with vegetables. I heard a zipper and plastic bags. It was too quiet for Brian or Kurt. Maybe, Kurt by himself but it wouldn’t make much sense. In hopes to find Adam, I stood up and went back to the doorframe. To my relief, it was him. “There you are,” he said with a smile. “Did you try to fuck yourself with the carrot?” “Worse than that” I answered. “Kurt walked in on me and caught me with the carrot. Then he told Brian who blindfolded me in another one of his games and used all the carrots in my ass. And, as usual, I lost the game, and now he’s gonna show a video where I’m sucking him to friends of mine.” “Wow, all of that while I was gone?” “That’s not what I expected you to say” I tried to play cute. “Can you change his mind about showing anything to my friends? That’ll be a nightmare, you know? This will never end.” “I’ll talk to him,” he said without promising me anything. “How’s your hole?” I touched my ass. It was back to normal, that is, sensitive again. As I touched my butt, my dick responded. I was so stupidly horny that anything would make me hard. My fingers surrounded the outside area of my anus, and one of them slipped in, just the first knuckle. It didn’t hurt, but I was open and a bit swollen. “Let me see it.” This was the weirdest part of all. Turning my back to Adam and showing him my ass, as I’d do with a doctor. The difference is, he wasn’t a doctor, he wasn’t trying just to examine me, he had fucked me and would to it again. He opened my buttocks with his hands and touched my hole. `Fuck’ I thought, and my dick responded again. “It seems alright to me. Does it hurt if I do this?” Adam pressed a sensitive part of my ass. My dick twitched. It didn’t hurt. I should’ve said it did, but I couldn’t lie to him. “No. I think it’s ok.” “Nice, coz I want to fuck you now. It’s such a nice weather outside today.” I didn’t understand the relation between fucking and nice weather. I thought of asking him not to try it as it should hurt me, but I wanted to cum and feel it. I couldn’t say no to him. Actually, I wanted to say yes. I went back to my room, but he had a different plan. “No, Chad. In my room, this time.” Should I only follow his orders? Maybe not, but I did as he asked. I was still trying to hide my ass from him. It’s very weird to explain, but if I didn’t have any intimacy with Brian or Kurt, I did have with Adam. Well, not that we were very intimate, but we did share secrets sometimes, and that was enough for me to consider him a friend, now `with benefits.’ His benefits. As I walked to his room, I tried to cover my ass with my hand. Adam laughed for obvious reasons. His room was messy as usual, the bed unmade, clothes were thrown everywhere, half-opened drawers. The curtain was also half opened. It’s a long one because his room has the only balcony in the flat. So instead of a window, he’s got a door that led to the balcony. I sat down on the bed and waited. Adam was undressing in the living room, leaving his jacket and boots behind. “Let me tell you something before we start. Yesterday I taught you how I like to be sucked, right? I am demanding. Indeed, I won’t say otherwise. But my demands are not restricted only to sucking; I’m quite demanding when it comes to fucking as well. Don’t blame me; it’s just a lot of options, so I’ve earned the right to be like this” I knew his story, no need to go over it again. Suddenly, I was worried thinking I’d probably need to go over two or three hours sucking his dick, and he wouldn’t cum. I wasn’t that good yet. Sucking Adam was work for professionals, and I didn’t consider myself one of them. “Don’t worry coz I don’t want you to suck me today” he continued as if reading my thoughts. “I want to fuck you longer, so no sucking today, ok?” At the same time, I felt relieved for not having to suck him; I also felt bad for knowing he’d be fucking me longer. Would my hole be enough for all his stamina? “So, let me explain what I like when fucking” I was only listening, still adjusting myself to his messy bed. “I like the danger.” Fuck, what did he mean by `danger’? He might have noticed my eyes widening, so he was fast to continue, “I mean, no danger for you, or better, no physical danger. Nothing like that. But I like the danger of being caught.” “Fuck!” now I said it out loud. It all came back together, the `fucking’ and `good weather.’ “Yeah, I think you got it already,” he said. I remembered when he asked me to come to his room, so my eyes traveled from him to the balcony door. “Fuck! You can’t be serious. Everyone would see us. There’s a whole building on the other side.” Well, unfortunately, I wasn’t exaggerating. The building had a U shape. We were on one side of the U, so there was all the other side facing cebeci escort us. The building had three floors; we were on the second. So, we had flats above and below us, balconies facing us from left to right. We were, literally, surrounded. “Let me try to make it sound a bit less scary to you. You won’t be the first one” he smiled. “How do you expect to make me feel better with that? Probably there are people on the other side who know your habits already and stay there just waiting for the show. And, this time, I’m the main attraction. No way! Sorry.” “Hey, listen. I won’t come out. It’s gonna be only you. Stand up!” Not convinced this would be a good idea, I stood up. Adam went to his bathroom (he had a suite), then came back with a folded and wrapped bathrobe and scissors. “I got this from a hotel once. Cheap stuff.” He used the scissors to cut the plastic that wrapped the bathrobe and unfolded it. He asked me to wear it. And so I did. I can’t deny I liked to have something extra covering my body, but I knew it wasn’t over. He made me turn away and kneeled behind me. His face not far from my ass. He touched my ass through the robe, found more or less where my hole would be, then got the scissors. I looked at him from above my shoulder and saw him cutting the fabric right above the part that covered my hole. “You’ll eventually get used to this. I always felt like trying this with someone, and you’ve been chosen.” “Great” I answered cynically. “So, now all you gotta do is move to the balcony and bend over the handrail.” “What you gonna do?” well, I kinda knew what he had in mind already, but still didn’t understand how all of this would work out. “Just do your part and leave the rest to me, ok? Stay there and don’t move till I breed you. If you’re too noisy and people come out to see, it’s on you. Don’t blame for that. Be quiet and probably no one’s gonna notice.” I felt like saying a cynical `great’ again. I had a ten-plus-inches fucking my recently opened hole and now I’d be fucked again and couldn’t even grunt. Were all men like him? Do men really get off when doing stuff like this? During all the years I imagined myself fucking chicks, I never saw myself taking them to the balcony. Was I the exception? “No lube?” I managed to ask. “Only on my dick this time. Too much lube and I don’t feel as good. I like a little friction. Now, off you go” he patted me on the back and pushed me out gently. It was good weather, indeed. Still winter, but the sky was blue, and it felt much warmer. I moved closer to the handrail, looked down. There were a few people there, sat down, enjoying the sun. “Adam. This won’t be a good idea. There’re people all over. They want to sunbathe.” “Just pretend you’re one of them. Bend over and bring your ass closer to the door.” It was a very small balcony. This way, when I bent over, my ass touched the door’s glass. You couldn’t have more than two people there. Adam handed me a mug. “Pretend you’re drinking something and enjoying the sun too. Just don’t let it fall.” The mug read `Dad’s good boy.’ Was it intentional? Adam positioned himself right behind the curtain, but his dick still found a way through. From outside, no one would be able to see him. “Now you get my dick and press it against your hole. Once I’m inside you, you can leave the rest to me. No one’s gonna pay attention if you don’t move or say anything. And relax. Enjoy the sun too.” I preferred to disregard his last comments. I think he forgot I was his flatmate for a long time before I had my life turned upside down by Brian. And look at me now. I just wanted to cum. My hand found his hard dick and brought it closer to my asshole. I still held it tight till I felt the head was inside me. `Gosh!’ I thought. It did hurt. He should have used more lube. My hope was still high; I remembered how amazing it felt one day before. It shouldn’t be that different. Adam knew what he was doing. “Relax. You must be feeling the pain coz you’re too tense. Think no one’s watching you.” “But everyone must be seeing me. It’s full of people downstairs.” “No one will watch you if you don’t look conspicuous. Just do like everybody else.” I felt other two or three inches of hard dick getting deep into me and I bit my lips not to yell. “It hurts, Adam. This won’t work.” “Gimme three minutes. Just keep there watching the neighbors, ok? If you feel it’s still hurting, we try something else. But I guarantee that before that you’ll be feeling much better. Just try to relax.” I did try, but it wasn’t working as I wanted. I think that the position wasn’t helping either. I’d rather be laying on my bed than standing. With my feet planted on the ground, I felt Adam’s dick coming and out of me much more intensely. “Try to focus on that point in your ass that makes you feel good” he should be talking about my prostate. “You know where it is already. You just need to overcome your fear of exposition. Trust me. No one will see you here. Relax!” I felt as if I had to pee. Something wasn’t right. Adam kept still for a while and moved very briefly as if his hips were massaging my ass. I felt his pubs pushing my balls up and down. Then he moved a bit further, and the head of his dick came to touch the point he wanted me to focus on. “Yes, feel it now? It’s there” he said quietly. “Fuck! Yes, it’s there. Fuck!” I didn’t feel that when I got the carrots in my ass. At that time, I was numb. But now, this was intense. I almost forgot I had a prostate, but now it was vivid. I felt like coming, not peeing any more. “I’m coming, fuck!” “Yeah, now we talking. Get ready for the ride of your life.” Adam continued his motions up and down, back and fro. His dick was sliding aligned to my rectum perfectly as if they were made for each other. The mug in my hand, oh, what mug? My dick was twitching till it started leaking. I looked down and saw my jizz running down my legs toward my feet. “That’s amazing, Chad. You were made to take in the ass. Tell me the truth; this feels much better than coming after jacking off, doesn’t it?” I wish I could answer him, but I couldn’t compare. I was forgetting what it felt like to cum after jerking off my dick. It’s been so long I couldn’t remember how it was like anymore. But of one thing I was very sure: anal orgasm was something out of the ordinary. If I could scream how good I was feeling, all neighbors would come to watch me. “I dunno… it’s just awesome” I managed to say as my hand kept the mug standing although shaking. “Fuck, I can’t hold it.” I had more jizz running down my leg as if I was peeing cream. It wouldn’t come in jets, it was a leak, streaming down toward the floor. I don’t know how it feels like to fuck a chick to orgasm, but it may be similar for a guy having straight sex. I can only guess from the things I’ve read online. I remember how guys would claim in forums that they were above the seventh sky when they noticed they made the women they fucked have an orgasm. I guess a guy’s anal orgasm is even rarer. And I should be on the top one percent of men who could have multiple orgasms simply from having the prostate touched. I still didn’t know if this only happened because I was too horny, or if it would still go on if I had my dick uncaged. “Chad, listen to me” Adam got my attention back to him. “Someone who comes like you doesn’t need to jack off. Are you listening to me?” “Yeah…” well, I heard his voice, but not sure whether I was listening. “So, listen again” he wanted to make it crystal clear in my mind while he fucked me. “You don’t need to jack off when you can come like this. If you go released and jack off again, you’ll never feel this excited again. Anal sex will hurt. You’ll miss the way you could come without touching your dick. But then it will be too late. Again, are you listening to me?” “I am…” “So, repeat after me: I don’t need to jack off.” “I don’t need to jerk off.” “Ever again.” “Ever again.” I know Adam wanted this idea to sink in my brain and stay there forever. But the things we say during sex are rarely meant. We normally say whatever we’re asked to say because we don’t want to spoil the fun for the partner. We don’t want to start a discussion when we’re about to have an orgasm. Things don’t work like that. Adam was an experienced man; he knew that. That’s when he started to rub my prostate again, this time with even more passion. My body was shaking badly, and I started whispering to myself `gosh, I’m coming, I’m coming.’ “Hey, what you doing there?” I heard someone yelling. I knew that voice. My eyes traveled now from my legs, where I could see more cum running down, to Jeff, a friend of mine who was walking downstairs with his arms around the neck of Stella, his girlfriend. Both very good people, but I just wasn’t in the mood for a conversation for reasons you all can guess. “Jeff! Hey!” my voice trembling. Adam didn’t stop or went slowly. On the contrary, he sped up, and the mug in my hand almost fell. “I’ve never seen you there in Adam’s room. How’re you? I’m just back from home. Didn’t you go back this winter?” damn it. If I wasn’t, he was in the mood for a talk. “No, just… coming” “So, you did go back home?” “Yes, coming now” and more cum was running down. How could I come so much? If you looked at my feet, you wouldn’t see that much jizz. There was a lot of dry orgasms coming in succession. “Nice. How was home?” “Isn’t there where Adam fucks the whores he finds on campus?” Kurt appeared from nowhere and interrupted my `talk’ with Jeff. “Don’t know” I answered, trying to pretend I wasn’t aware of anything. How could I not know? I lived in that flat for so long; I was used to hearing his girlfriends yelling on the balcony. And so did the neighbors and the whole building. “Yeah. I’ve heard the rumors” Jeff commented. “You should watch out your ass, Chad” Jeff laughed. “If Adam sees you there bending over like this he’ll probably fuck you right there right now.” “Oh yeah” I wanted Adam to cum, but nothing yet? “He’s probably being fucked right now,” and Brian showed up, he was also coming from god knows where. “Look at his face.” Brian knew how to make me blush even when I was being fucked in front of the whole academic house. Now I was worried about my facial expressions. How was I supposed to look when I had a ten-plus-inches dick fucking my till-yesterday-virgin asshole? I should look like someone enjoying the sunlight during a cold winter day. So, I smiled. What a nice day! “He might be busy” Brian looked back at me. After that, he said to Jeff, but loud enough so I could hear. “By the way, I’d like to show you something. Come with me.” He put his arm around Jeff’s neck, and they walked away. Kurt stayed behind, looking at me. As he was there looking up, people walking by would eventually look up too, thinking something was going on upstairs. “What d’you want?” then I lowered my voice so only Adam could hear me. “Fuck, Adam. I can’t stay like this much longer; my knees are collapsing…” “Will you jack off again?” “What the fuck?” I said to him. “Nothing” Kurt answered. “Just enjoying the sun. And the view.” I turned my head slightly to the side and kept my voice low. “I swear, Adam. I won’t… Fuck… Not again…” I was coming for the fourth or fifth time since I laid my elbows on that handrail. “D’you swear?” Adam asked to be sure. “I do. I swear.” And just like magic, he came. I could feel the warm jizz hitting my insides. My knees collapsed a second later, and I fell on the ground over the cum puddle I made. In my hand, I was still holding the mug. I left it on the side because my hands were shaking. I looked on the other side of the handrail and saw Kurt’s eyes still on me. Brian should be telling Jeff all about me and showing those videos to Stella and him. Damn it. In my head, it would be worse to have Stella watching it than Jeff, although Jeff was my friend and not Stella. Somehow, it was way weirder to have a girl watching me doing that kind of things than a guy. It was as if my straight life was walking towards its end. If the chicks started talking about me, I’d be doomed for good. But Adam promised me. Yes. He did say he’d find me pussies. I found forces to stand up and look for him. When I reached the living room, he was getting ready to leave again. “You’re going out again?” And again, I was making a stupid question. “I came just for you. I was hard the whole day. You still owe me one though. Be ready!” I was flattered. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel like a teenage girl whenever Adam was by my side? I think anyone would say that’s because I was in love with him. But, it’s not that. I wanted to have him by my side because he was the closest I had to my previous life. He was the clearest memory of my life without Brian, Kurt, and Alex. Adam was my idol. The one who would lead çukurambar escort me back to my straight boring life. He was the one who promised to find me pussies, with a price that I was more than willing to pay. With him, I could still see a way out of my misery. “And don’t forget to get yourself cleaned. I don’t want you stinking when I decide to fuck you again. See ya!” And with that, he was gone. It felt like he was saying he’d go to a class and be back soon. But, no. He was saying he’d be gone for a while and then he’d come home to fuck me. One act could never be so like the other as they were now. As he vanished through the door, I found myself sitting down on the couch. My stomach was empty; I didn’t have breakfast yet. But I could still feel Adam’s dick sliding in and out of me. My dick was still hard, but it looked limp. Nothing is what it seems. I prompted myself to get up when I heard a knock on the door. Could it be Adam? Maybe he forgot something, so I opened the door in the robe I was still wearing. It was drenched with cum and had a hole in the back. As I opened the door, I couldn’t believe my eyes. On the other side, I saw Alex holding a chocolate box, and in his face the fakest smile I’ve ever seen. This couldn’t be true. “What have I done to deserve this day?” I asked myself. “Hey, babe. Guess you missed me.” “Dude, fuck off. Just leave me alone, alright?” I couldn’t hold myself. I wasn’t feeling like dealing with Alex and his craziness. “Wow! My girlfriend is having PMS. But I have the right medicine for you here,” and he groped his volume over the jeans. “Dude, I said I’m not game today, kay? Or better saying, never again.” “I brought you chocolate. I said I would” Alex was pretending he wasn’t listening to me. “Alex, fuck you” I looked at him straight in the eyes. “Now, seriously, fuck off.” His expression was gradually changing from friendly to angry. “Listen to me, bitch. You know I’m a good boyfriend when you treat me right, but I don’t stand your bitching. If you say you’re on PMS, I forgive you. Otherwise, you know what I can do against you, and you don’t want that.” “What the fuck, Alex. Really? Why don’t you find a guy who’s into you? I’m not gay, can’t you see that?” I could’ve chosen better words to say. “D’you want to know what I see?” he laughed. “I see a bitch wearing a cheap bathrobe. Dried cum in her legs” and after moving my robe to the side and seeing my dick, he finished: “and a pussy in need of dick. Now, excuse yourself for the bad behavior” “Alex, I’m sorry. Ok? Now if you don’t mind? Can we talk later? Today I’m just not in the mood?” “I understand that. You’re having PMS, right?” he did want to hear that coming from my mouth. “Yes, I’m having PMS. Happy?” I had no problem in saying this. As long as it made him go away. “I knew it,” and the smile was back on his face. “You need your medicine. And as you’re having PMS, I’ll start by rimming you, nice and slow. What d’you say? I’m sure you’ll feel better in no time.” “No, Alex. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “C’mon” and he started by taking the robe out of me. It fell on the ground, and he motioned to kiss me. I tried to turn my head around, but while one hand held me by the waist, the other pulled me by the hair. And he did kiss me as he’d kiss his girlfriend. His tongue was moving deep into my mouth while I tried to break away. Once I managed to stop him, he turned my head around and bit my neck forcefully. It hurt like hell. “What the fuck? It hurts. I’ll have a bruise now.” “That’s passion, babe” he slapped my ass. “Turn around, and I’ll cure your mood now.” “No, Alex. Not a good idea” I was reticent about my feelings. I should tell him Adam had just fucked and bred me, but I couldn’t say such a thing. However, if I remained quiet, he’d find out. “Why you fighting your passions, babe? You know you like my tongue in your sweet pussy. Now let me play with you.” “No, it’s ok. Really ok. I’ll just sit down with you and eat the chocolate. We can talk…” Alex laughed again. “You so sweet now, ain’t you? I know I said I brought you chocolate, but his one here” and he showed me the box, “this is for me. Your sweet is here,” and he held his dick again. “I remember how you liked my nectar, so I doubled the intake of sweeteners yesterday. I bet it tastes better than chocolate.” “Ok, Alex. I’ll take it, but you don’t need to touch my hole. It’s ok.” “What hole? You’ve got a pussy…” “Ok, my pussy” I had to take out of his head the will to rim me. “You’re really into my dick, ain’t you? You little whore. I love the way you turn into a slut for me. Now let me see your pussy then. Turn around.” I turned around; it was the best deal he’d offer me. If I could only suck him, he’d need to leave because Brian would be arriving any time soon, and he wouldn’t know I’d been fucked. The thing is I’d rather stay alone, have a decent breakfast, maybe sleep again and enjoy the last days of winter holiday. But now I was afraid that everything that has happened in that room would leak and turn my life in campus a nightmare. Alex kneeled and slapped my butt again. “Such a nice ass you’ve got.” He opened my butt gently as if it was a fragile fruit. The problem of opening a sweet juicy fruit is that it makes you salivate and hungry. I didn’t associate one thing with the other until I felt his tongue touching my hole. I tried to walk away, but he held me still with both hands on my hips. “Don’t move and just leave it to me.” “No, Alex, no…” “You’re kinda swollen back here, and… what the hell?” I thought he’d fight me, stand up and slap me on the face for cheating on him. But he just dived in again and fuck tongued me for another minute or so. “Alex…” I wanted to ask him to stop, but he knew how to drive me nuts. I couldn’t believe how slutty I’ve become whenever I had Adam or Alex playing with my hole. With Adam, I felt something more carnal, but Alex gave the satisfaction that was beyond words. It was the only time I felt like I didn’t need to do anything, but relax and enjoy the treatment I was receiving. Once he ended whatever he wanted, he stood up and came after my face again. I didn’t know what he wanted till he got his mouth back into mine in another kiss. But this was a different kiss. It was wet, slimy, gooey, full of cum. Adam’s cum! He transferred all the jizz that was in his mouth into mine, then closed my jaw tightly with his right hand, so I had no other option but swallow. “You’re a nasty slut, ain’t you? You show your fucked pussy to your boyfriend with pride. Don’t you feel ashamed? I bet you don’t, coz you love the spotlight. Who fucked you? Was it good?” I swallowed Adam’s jizz, and it made me sick. Not because it was jizz, but because it was in my ass. It’s hard to say jizz per se doesn’t make me sick, but after swallowing gallons of cum, I couldn’t bother less about it. I wanted to throw up, spit in the sink, but Alex held me by the hand. “Nah, now you stay and tell me how much you like my cum. It’s way better than that, isn’t it?” I nodded quickly. The idea I had jizz coming from my ass into my mouth was just unbearable. “You would never reject my jizz like you rejecting this one now, would you?” I shook my head. The will to throw up was fading away as the taste vanished from my mouth. “I’m not jealous. Well, not till we get our relationship official. When I breed you, and you become pregnant. That will happen soon, I’m sure. It will happen when you come to me and ask to have a child of mine. That will be the happiest day of my life, babe.” I still didn’t know what was wrong with Alex. Couldn’t he understand I’d never ask such a thing to him? I’d need to be crazy to ask him to have a baby with me. Who’s the man who would do that? Only if I was becoming crazy like him. “Well, while this day doesn’t come, I’ll accept the offer and let you suck me. I wish I could make it last, but your flatmates are a pain in the ass, and I don’t want them to spoil my fun. So, what d’you say about a quickie?” He held my hand and pulled me to the couch where he sat and asked me to kneel in front of him. “This is how you usually suck Brian, isn’t it? Where does he sit? Here? Or here?” I pointed to the place Brian usually sits when I suck him. I was still not aware of how Alex envied Brian. Alex wanted to be his nemesis. The one who had the power over all of us, except Adam. Adam was on another level, a level I was still unacquainted to. There was a hierarchy; there’s always been. If I only knew. It wouldn’t take too long though. Alex opened his jeans’ zipper and fished out the hard dick that was leaking as usual. To say it was leaking wasn’t fair to his dick. Just like the previous day, his pants were covered in precum. It was as if he’d pissed in his pants. A wet spot made him look ridiculous, but I wasn’t in a position I could make fun of him. “It must be difficult to leak like this all the time. Isn’t it?” I was honestly curious as I was the day before. “Well, in the beginning, I cared, I didn’t like it. But now it makes me proud. You know that. It makes me even more proud coz I know all of this is for you. It means I worry about you, and that I’m here to feed you. Now if you don’t mind, less talking and more action, please.” He got the chocolate box he’d left on the other side of the couch and started eating the bonbons. With his other hand, he guided my head to his dick. Today I wasn’t as hesitant as before. Actually, I have to confess I was looking forward to that. And as soon as I felt Alex’s taste on my tongue, I knew I couldn’t be more right about my anticipation. I couldn’t understand how precum could taste so good, but it did. Better than chocolate? Well, I was starving, but at the time I put his dick in my mouth, I’d say `yes.’ It was a blessing to leak as he did. And I understood that when I tasted him. It can be humiliating to wet your pants for no reason, but that’s just the price to pay to have such a sweet jizz. He could have anyone on their knees willing to have a small taste of this priceless liquid. He started eating his chocolate as I bobbed my head up and down on his lap. I was hungry, but I wasn’t sure whether I exchange one for the other. As for Alex, he got what he wanted. One day ago, he said I’d rather have his cum filling my mouth than having a chocolate milkshake. The only difference is that we weren’t in a restaurant. Would it happen eventually? No, I wouldn’t go so low. And he wouldn’t force me. He was crazy but not to that extent. “Chocolate has pineapple in it. It’s one of the secrets to having such a sweet cum. Did you know that? But even without it, I know my jizz has always tasted nice. I’ve tried it before.” I wouldn’t answer not even if my mouth weren’t full. But I was trying to remember if he said something about not eating his own jizz a day ago. Or he just said he wouldn’t let anyone fuck him? Well, he did suck Kurt’s dick with me, so probably his issue was only with ass fucking. That’s when I realized I was going downhill. Alex was proud of his attitude and wouldn’t change a bit. As for me, I wished I could change all of me. I hated my weak personality and how vulnerable I was. Alex finished all ten or twelve chocolates when he announced he was ready to cum. He held my head with both hands and came. He was a sperm machine. I gulped three times and still had cum coming in afterward. It did make me feel satisfied as if I was having a smooth for breakfast. A warm and sweet one. I wondered if cum was healthy. Could it be? All that sweetness and still be healthy? I looked up at him as he caressed my face. “You happy with your boyfriend? I’m saving up for you now. All the time, I think about you. Everything I put in my mouth, I put thinking of you. If I know it will make my jizz taste bad; I won’t eat it. It’s all for you.” I know it’s weird to say this, but I think this was the sweetest thing someone, who wasn’t my mother, told me. I was still young, but probably at my age, someone should have said something this nice to me already. Something that didn’t involve the word `jizz.’ What should I say back to him? He looked as if he was waiting for an answer. “Thanks?” Yes, it did sound like a question. Alex wasn’t completely happy with my choice of words, but he didn’t start an argument. He was playing the patient boyfriend. I said goodbye with my mouth tasting stevia. A couple of hours later, I had lunch, and Brian returned by himself. It was rare to find Brian walking by himself, but Kurt should’ve found something else to do. I wanted to ask him what happened to Jeff, but he hid in his room and didn’t come out for anything. I was about to knock on his door when Adam showed up. “You stink. Didn’t you shower?” I forgot about that. He didn’t look pissed, but he surely expected more from me. I promptly got ready for a shower, when he looked back at me. “Tomorrow we’re going out. I got my motorbike ready. I want to show you my ranch. Get ready.” I knew what that `get ready’ meant. I needed a good time in the shower. I simply didn’t know the exact circumstances of my next day with him. Another fuck? Certainly yes. The third and last time before my release. Before pussies. I couldn’t wait. ———– End of chapter 23

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