The dorm was almost empty. The few friends I had made during my
freshman year had gone home or to Florida for the traditional spring
break revelry.

My room mate in the dorm had gone home to Long Island. Going home to
Wyoming was out of the question for me since my parents were scrimping
to pay my college expenses and couldn't afford plane fare. My room
mate invited me to his house for the week but I declined. His constant
arrogance and subtle insults about living on a ranch in "Indian
territory" was tolerable only in small doses. Spending a week with him
would be more than I could endure.

Months before, I had looked forward to the peace and quiet of Christmas
Break after a grueling period of classes and far more homework than I
had expected. Being alone at Christmas time was difficult but I caught
up on my homework and even got a little ahead in the assigned reading.
I spent some time, in spite of the cold weather, as a tourist,
exploring a rich variety of the big city attractions -- at least those
I could afford. Spring break, being shorter and warmer promised to be
more enjoyable.

By Wednesday, however, boredom crept in. I had finished all my course
assignments and could do no more until the profs laid on more. I had
even read for pleasure a couple of books that I hadn't had time to get
to. What would I do that evening? I had a wicked thought. I would do
something that I had always wanted to do but never had the opportunity.

I took the subway down to Times Square. At that time, many years ago,
42nd street hosted a number of adult book stores and small theaters
showing X-rated films. I intended to see a porno movie but after
roaming around for a long time, I saw from the marquees and posters
that all the films featured women, sometimes servicing men and
sometimes each other. That's not what I wanted.

I had known for a long time that I was different. I was not attracted
to girls and what I wanted was to find someone like me who was also
different. I had researched what little there was to be found about
homosexuality in the public library. (The school library had been
"cleansed" and this was long before the Internet.) I therefore knew
there were men out there like me although, like me, almost all of them
hid their true identity from the public. One day, I hoped, I would
find one.

Having given up on the movie theaters, I ventured into an adult book
store. Perhaps I could find something there to interest me. Upon
entering, a raspy voice challenged my presence. "How old are you,
kid?"

I looked up and found the source of the voice. A grizzly old man
seated on a platform behind a high counter was glaring at me.
"Eighteen," I replied.

"Don't look it," he growled. "Lemme see yur ID."

I pulled out my Wyoming driver's license and showed it to him. He
studied it through his bifocals, seemed to concentrate on doing the
simple math, but finally snarled, "OK. Yur eighteen. Wyoming, huh?
Never met anybody from Wyoming."

He handed the license back to me. I had become accustomed to people's
reaction when they learned where I lived. I had even developed both
polite and sarcastic rejoinders depending on the situation but I just
took the license and walked down a narrow aisle in the crowded shop.

After ten minutes, it became clear that I would not find what I was
looking for. There were some dildos and other toys that I found
fascinating but the prices were unbelievably high. The magazines were
also pricey but I would have paid for one if it was what I was looking
for. I walked out of the store disappointed and frustrated. I roamed
around Times Square for a while just to kill time and then took the
subway back to 116th Street.

Back in the dorm, I showered off the city grim. Taking advantage of
there being virtually no one in the dorm, I leisurely jerked off in the
shower before returning to my room. It was still early, not quite ten,
but I climbed into bed and fell asleep wishing I had found what I was
looking for downtown.

The next day was warm. I put on gym shorts, a tee shirt, and sneakers
and walked over to Riverside Park to enjoy the weather and a good book.
I hoped that a little reading would dispel my loneliness. I found a
grassy area, stripped off my shirt to restore my tan, and laid down on
my stomach to read.

Several minutes later, I was startled by a voice right next to me.
"That must be a very good book," it said.

I looked up and saw a teenager sitting on the grass next to me. He had
the complexion, jet-black hair, and features of a Latino. He wore no
shirt, only baggy shorts and worn sneakers with no socks. But it was
his face that captured my attention. Dark eyes sparkled from under
arched brows and a half-smile that signaled a friendly nature.

He had dropped a very worn gym bag on the ground and said, "I called to
you twice, mister. But you didn't answer."

"Sorry," I apologized. "I guess I was wrapped up in my book." I
turned the book over, laying it open to keep my place and with the
cover showing.

He glanced at the book and asked, "You like mysteries?"

"Once in a while, yes," I responded while wondering why he had
interrupted me.

"I do, too," he grinned. "But I don't get much of a chance to read."

"And why's that?" I asked.

His expression turned suddenly sour. "Too busy," he said as he cast
his eyes to the ground.

"Busy?" I asked. "What keeps you so busy?"

He stalled, pulling up few blades of grass and rolling them in his
fingers. "Whatever I can do to earn a few dollars. That's why I came
over to talk to you. But I see I'm disturbing you so I'll leave you
alone."

He stood up to leave but my curiosity had been aroused. "Wait," I
said. "You don't have to go. In fact, I would enjoy having someone to
talk to. Sit down."

He sat down, cross-legged this time. I couldn't help but see up the
leg of his baggy shorts. He had no underwear and the tip of an uncut
cock was plainly visible. I quickly averted my eyes, a habit I had
practiced for a long time, but the image remained in my mind, summoning
thoughts I couldn't suppress. I became aware of his body: thin but not
skinny, firm but not muscular, and dark nipples contrasting with his
tawny skin. The young man wouldn't turn heads but was nevertheless
handsome.

Although I had tried to be discreet, the length of my gaze and my
failure to say anything must have revealed my thoughts because he
smiled and said, "Like what you see, mister?"

His question threw my mind into a spin. I groped frantically for
something to say that would explain or excuse my thoughtless and
dangerous behavior. Nothing came to mind so I stammered, "I was just
admiring your nice-looking body, that's all." I immediately regretted
saying that. It's not the sort of thing one says to another man, much
less a stranger.

But the young man raised the stakes by asking "Want to see more?" and
pulled the leg of his shorts back to give me an unobstructed view of
his cock that hung invitingly across a pendulant ball sack.

Alarms sounded in my head. The young man was obviously coming on to
me. If I accepted his implied offer, I would reveal for the first time
ever that I was queer. (The term, "gay," had not yet come into common
usage.) Instinctively, I retreated by saying, "What makes you think
I'd be interested in seeing more?"

"Hunch," he said. "Maybe hope. When I saw you laying here reading, I
liked what I saw. So I called to you and then came over. Then I saw
how you looked me over. I've had a lot of experience. I've come to
know when a guy is interested in me. I think you are. Am I wrong?"

I was not ready to admit my interest but I was tempted. My resistance
faded quickly when he cunningly hiked up his pants leg and briefly
fondled himself.

"Nice cock," I said without thinking and suddenly realized that I had
confirmed his suspicion.

He quickly got down to business. "I can give you a blow job. Or you
can fuck me. I like your looks so I'll give you a bargain rate."

"Is that how you earn your money?" I asked. "By selling your body to
anybody with cash?"

I didn't mean to insult him but he obviously took it that way. "Hey,"
he said defiantly. "It's better than selling drugs. My neighborhood
is full of dealers and junkies. I want no part of that. If I can make
men happy, isn't that better than ruining the lives of drug addicts and
risking my own life at the same time?"

"I apologize," I said. "I didn't mean to insult you. I just didn't
know what kind of life you faced. Forgive me?"

"Okay," he said. "But how about my offer? You wanna have some good
sex?"

I did indeed want to have some good sex. I had wanted it for years.
And this young man was not only willing but good looking. He was
fairly articulate and showed unusual initiative in approaching me.
After the disappointment in Times Square the previous night, I didn't
want to pass up the opportunity for real sex. I would have preferred
sex with someone other than a hustler but I may not have that chance
for who knows how long. I was assured of privacy in my dorm room so I
inquired, "How much?"

He quoted a price and quickly added, "That's half of what I usually
charge but you've got a sexy body."

"I have a problem," I said regretfully. "I don't have any money to
spare." I hated having to turn down his offer. Just looking at him
made me horny as hell.

"Too bad," he groaned. "I guess I'll have to find somebody else. But
they won't be as good looking as you."

I didn't want him to walk away. Even if I couldn't afford his price, I
would enjoy the company of a handsome young man for a while. "The best
I can do is to buy you a good meal. Will you join me for lunch? I'd
really like the company."

He looked at me as if a meal enticing but said, "I'm not giving you sex
for just a meal, mister!"

"I didn't mean it that way," I said. "The fact is, I'd like to have
company for lunch ... with no obligation for sex. How about it?"

The truth was that I wanted company -- someone to talk to -- but I also
wanted to find out more about why the young man was selling his body.

"Okay," he said. "I haven't had a good meal for a few days."

It was then I realized that we could not talk about his life and
"occupation" in a restaurant so I suggested, "How about we get a carry-
out and come back here to the park for a picnic?"

"Sounds good," he said. "Most places won't serve me anyway because of
the way I'm dressed. Some get downright mean about telling me to
leave."

We walked to a nearby McDonald's. At the door, he hesitated and said,
"I don't think they'll let me in. I'll wait here."

"If you want," I said. "What would you like?"

"You're buying, mister. You choose. Surprise me."

I bought two big Macs, two large fries, a large drink, and an apple pie
for him. I settled on a cheeseburger and a drink because I didn't have
enough cash for more.

His eyes nearly popped when he saw the size of the sack I walked out
with but he made no comment. We returned to the park, found a shady
spot (It had gotten quite warm.), and settled ourselves down on the
grass. I opened the sack and divided its contents.

"That's all mine?" he asked incredulously. "Are you not hungry or are
you really broke?"

"Both," I said. The broke part was true. I was hungry but he needed
food more than I did.

He devoured his food without stopping to talk, which seemed to confirm
his admission that he hadn't eaten for days. I nibbled on my sandwich
and sipped at my drink while a thousand questions popped into my mind.
What drove him to hustling? What kind of family did he have? Did he
live on the streets and, if so, how did he cope?

When he finally finished, he said, "Thanks, mister. I feel a lot
better now. You're really nice to buy my lunch ... and not expecting
sex, I mean."

"Well," I said. "There's one thing you can do for me. I'm curious
about why you do what you do. Would you tell me about yourself?"

He gave me a curious expression that I couldn't interpret. I began to
worry that I was prying into something he didn't want to talk about.
But my concern was short-lived when he began to speak.

"You probably don't know what it's like living in public housing in the
Bronx," he began. "Drugs. Crime. Gangs. Poverty. Going to school
was the highlight of my day. At least it was reasonably safe. That
is, until the kids in school found out I was queer. I could live with
them calling me names but they started beating up on me. I dropped out
of school. I couldn't tell my parents the real reason because they
would hate me, too, for being queer. So I told my folks I was joining
the army and left."

"Are you old enough to join the Army?" I asked. He looked no more than
sixteen years old.

"No. I'm seventeen. But it's easy to get fake ID. They tried to talk
me out of it. I said I didn't want to end up like my brothers. I've
got two older brothers. One is in prison for dealing drugs. The other
was killed before the cops could bust him. Mom was upset that I was
leaving but dad understood. He said he was proud of me for not being
like my brothers." He paused before continuing. "He wouldn't be proud
of me now if he knew what I'm doing."

"So how long have you been on the street?" I asked.

"About three months," he replied. "The first week or two was the worst
but then I leaned how to attract men who want what I want. And I'm not
bragging when I say I can give them some really terrific sex." He
paused and looked at me as if to see whether the `really terrific sex'
comment might entice me to pay his price.

If only I had the money! I thought.

His mood changed. He stared at the ground and asked, "Anything else
you want to know about a queer whore-boy?"

"Hey!" I interrupted. "Don't talk about yourself that way. You've
obviously got courage to get out of a bad environment. You've got
initiative to make it on your own. I can tell from just talking to you
that you're bright. And believe me, I don't condemn you for what
you're doing."

A half-grin crossed his face as he said, "Thanks, mister. Most people
treat me like scum -- even my customers. You're not like that."

"I'm still curious," I said. "Why do you hustle sex? Have you tried
to get a regular job?"

He laughed for the first time since we met. "Whose gonna hire a
seventeen-year-old high school drop-out?" he asked with a
confrontational tone. "I've tried a lot of places but the only one
that was half way interested was a greasy spoon café. They wanted a
dishwasher but sent me away because I didn't have a Social Security
number. Don't need that for what I do now. Besides ... I don't know
why I'm telling you this but I enjoy what I do. I like sex ... even if
the customer is old or fat or drunk or stinks of cigarette smoke."

"So you're happy doing what you do?

He thought about that for a while and said, "Mostly. I really do like
the sex. I can't seem to get enough of it. But then..."

He dropped his eyes to the ground again. I guessed that he didn't want
to talk about the down side of his work. However, I had him talking
about his life and I still had a number of questions so I said, "But
then what?"

He looked at me. Was it my imagination or did he suddenly seem sad?

"It's not all pleasure," he finally said. "I go hungry when I can't
find a customer. Living on the street isn't like living with a family.
And there's the occasional odd ball who gets off on kinky stuff like
spanking or making me act like a ten-year-old. One guy even wanted to
shave me to make me look like a little kid. I grabbed my clothes and
ran from that one. Most guys just want a blow job or to fuck me.
That's the kind of sex I like."

I felt terribly sorry for the young man. His problems with kinky
customers didn't affect me nearly as much as his having to live on the
street. That made me think of something.

"Do you ever spend a whole night with a customer and sleep in a real
bed?"

"Twice," he replied. "Most guys just want a quickie and then I'm off,
hoping to find another customer."

"I don't have money but I can offer you a bed to sleep in. I live in
the dorm. My room mate is gone until Sunday night. You can stay in my
room for three nights. There's no obligation for sex. I just want to
give you three nights of comfort. You'll be free to come and go as you
please but you'll have a bed to sleep in ... and a hot shower if you
want. How about it?"

"You don't want sex?" he asked in a tone of disbelief.

"I would love to have sex with you but that's not why I made the offer.
It's not much but I'd simply like to do you a favor. And I would enjoy
having company."

"I'd like to, mister, but I'm supposed to meet one of my regular
customers tonight."

"Like I said, you're free to come and go as you like. Will you spend
the night with him?"

"Nah. All he wants is to undress me in the back of his van and jerk me
off. By that time, he's hard. He gives me a quick fuck, pays me, and
says goodbye."

"Okay. Come with me to the dorm. You can shower. Change clothes if
you like. I'm guessing you have clothes in your gym bag."

He looked at me for a long time without speaking. I was about to
encourage him further but he asked, "Why are you doing this?"

"I told you. I want to do you a favor. You're a good kid who's had a
tough time. Maybe I can make it easier for you ... at least for a few
nights of decent sleep."

"Okay," he said.

I took him to my dorm room. It was sparsely furnished but he was
impressed with the books, the posters, and the clothes in the closet.
I asked if he wanted to shower and he said that would be nice. I gave
him a towel, soap, and shampoo, and then said, "The dorm is almost
empty but I think I'd better go with you in case someone finds a
stranger in the shower. I'll introduce you as my cousin who's
visiting. What's your name?"

"Jose Delgado."

"Mine is Ray Simpson. You don't have to call me Mister any more."

He took a very long, very hot shower and seemed to enjoy it thoroughly.
Since there was no longer any need to conceal my sexual interests, I
didn't try to be discrete. I took full advantage of the opportunity to
feast my eyes on his sleek, firm body as he dried himself. He noticed
my admiring stare, grinned, and made a conscious effort to show me his
manly cock and balls. He even turned away from me and bent over to dry
his legs, showing me his firm ass and puckered hole. His exhibition
gave me an erection. I tried to hide it but he saw it anyway and
laughed, "You like what you see, Mister?"

"Yes," I said hoarsely. "Very much. But call me `Ray.' No more
Mister. Okay?"

"Okay, Ray," he said as he faced me and took an unnecessary amount of
time to dry his crotch.

As we walked back to my room, my promise of no sex haunted me. I had
been sincere in inviting him only for a few nights sleep in a real bed
but my resolve to keep my promise was fading. Lust was eroding my
integrity.

In my room, I went to my half of the closet for some clean clothes.
Jose dug through his gym bag for his. When I saw that his clothes were
not only dirty but threadbare and ragged. I said, "It looks like your
clothes have seen better days. I have some I don't need."

I pulled out a pair of chino slacks from my closet, a tee shirt, a
sweat shirt, and two pair of socks from a drawer, and handed them to
him. "Take these. To keep. You'll look even more handsome in them."

He looked at me. I was afraid I had insulted him with my offer. "Mine
are sort of dirty, aren't they?"

"That's understandable," I said, trying to soften the criticism implied
by my suggestion.

I thought I saw a tear in his eye as he looked at me and said, "Why are
you being so nice to a whore-boy?"

"STOP IT!" I exclaimed. "You're not a whore-boy. I've already told
you. You're a young man who had the good sense to get out of a bad
environment ... who has the initiative to make it on your own ... who
uses the talents you can to survive. Why am I being nice? Because I
respect you! There's not much I can do to help you except give you a
few nights of comfort but you deserve that and more."

He seemed startled at my emphatic tone and just stood looking at me.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my waist, laid his head on my
shoulder, and cried. I returned his hug and held him tightly. We
stood there with only the towels around our waists preventing full-
body, skin-on-skin contact. Were it not for his tears and shuddering
sobs, it would have been highly erotic. But at that moment, all I felt
was sympathy for a young man who no doubt had a lot of potential but
was the victim of both poverty and others' hatred of homosexuals.

When he gained a little control of his emotions, he apologized for
crying. I assured him that it was okay for a man to cry and he should
not be ashamed of it. He seemed to settle down and I led him to over
to sit on the edge of my bed. What came next took me completely by
surprise.

He took off the towel from his waist and dropped it on the floor. He
took off my towel and dropped it on top of his. He laid back down,
pulling me down to lay beside him. He crawled on top of me and began
kissing me. I wondered if it was just gratitude. My question was
answered when he ground his crotch into mine. His motives may have
included gratitude but he seemed to want sex.

I pushed his face away and said, "I promised you. You're not obligated
to have sex with me."

"But I want it!" he exclaimed. "I want you. I've wanted you ever
since I saw you in the park. This is not business like the others. I
like you. I want to make you happy. I want to be happy too. Please
don't say no. Let me make love to you."

I didn't need any more convincing. As a frustrated homosexual, I was
about to lose my virginity. I had been propositioned by a street
hustler but was in bed with a tragic young man who was demanding sex
... not for money, not entirely out of appreciation for a small favor,
but (I wanted to think) because a deeper bond had been formed between
us.

More than an hour later, after an experience that has persisted vividly
in my memory for decades, we broke our contended embrace and got out of
bed.

"Let's get some supper," I said. "Then you can go to your appointment
with your customer."

"That's all right," he said. "You bought me a big lunch. You don't
have to buy me supper, too."

"Nonsense," I replied. "I have to eat anyway and I'd like to have the
company of a handsome young man. Now let's get dressed."

He gave me a hug and a kiss and said, "Thanks, Mister ... I mean
thanks, Ray."

My clothes were a little big for his small frame but they made a world
of difference in his appearance. He was a sexy as when he was naked.
They seemed to make a difference in his attitude as well. As we walked
down the hall, out of the dorm, and down the street to a diner, he held
his head high and there was a new bounce in his step. The diner was
small but it served good food in ample portions at a reasonable price.
His delight at being able to enter a restaurant without fear of being
thrown out was obvious.

As we ate, he had one question after another about my life on a ranch,
about my family, about my classes, and my future plans. On the way
back to the dorm, he stopped at the entrance to the subway on 116th
Street. He had to go downtown to meet his customer. We made
arrangements to meet in front of the dorm between 9:30 and 10 so I
could escort him into the building.

At half past 10 I was nearly frantic worrying about Jose. I let my
imagination conjure up all kinds of problems he may have encountered:
mugging, kidnapping, injury from a lustful and careless customer. But
then I saw him round the corner of a classroom building. He saw me and
ran a hundred yards with a grin that laid waste to all my worries. He
threw his arms around me and hugged me so tight it took my breath away.

Excitedly, he blurted out, "He brought a friend! Paid me double! I'm
rich!"

"I'm happy for you, Jose."

"That's not the best part, Ray. He has two or three other friends. No
more quickies in the back of his van. He wants me to stay in his
apartment and entertain his friends when they get horny."

"That's quite a stoke of luck," I said while wondering what kind of men
Jose would be servicing. Would they treat him with the respect he
deserved or would they merely use him for sexual satisfaction?
Although he would have a place to stay, I had lingering worries about
his well-being. "I hope he doesn't expect you to service his friends
for free."

His exuberance only increased when he said, "No! They'll pay me.
He'll get his sex for my room and board. I couldn't be happier, Ray.
I'll be off the streets. I won't go hungry. I'll have money for
clothes and stuff. And I'll get all the sex I want!"

"That's wonderful," I said.

Then, he looked at me with a serious expression and said, "But there's
bad news, too. He wanted me to go home with him tonight. I told him I
couldn't until Sunday. I want to spend more time with you. I like you
a lot, Ray. You've treated me like a real person. I'm going to miss
you. I want to give you as much happiness as you've given me while I
can."

That night, much of Saturday, Saturday night, and part of Sunday, Jose
and I were dressed only to go out for a quick meal. Much of the time,
we were in bed where he introduced me to an astonishing array of
sensual and sexual pleasures.

We both cried as we said goodbye on Sunday afternoon. He left for a
new home. I was left with cherished memories of a spectacular few days
with a young man whose future, I prayed, would bring him joy.

The End

Gay Sex Stories presents "A New Start".

Junior year was the best year of my life so far. Although I continued as treasurer, a job nobody wanted, I was able to move into one of the few single rooms in the fraternity house. Mine was much less grand than the president's quarters, but at least it had a private bath en suite. That was a plus for me, not because I had any problem taking showers with the brothers, but because it allowed me to use my douche kit when I felt the need. Todd, of course, had the presidential suite. Spence and the new pledge master, Will Bigelow, shared what had been Todd's and my room.

Todd and I remained good friends. He was busy with his chapter duties, but he'd stop by my room sometimes and we'd have a long talk. Or he'd invite me up to his room for a beer and conversation. He was my best friend on campus. And he was as good as his word. I was never hassled by anyone about sex. There may have been rumors around the house about what was going on the previous year between Jake and me, but no one ever said anything to me about it.

Hank and I continued to get together at his apartment for sex from time to time, and now that I was in a single, I could use my toys as necessary. I continued to date occasionally, partly because I enjoyed women's company and partly for my reputation. I even had sex from time to time. Oh, I should have said that Mel wasn't home that summer between sophomore and junior year, and her mother told me she was pinned to some guy from MIT.

Matt and I exchanged emails about once a month. He was always very busy, especially during football season because he was playing first string for the Cavaliers, but he was also a bit distant. I don't know whether our friendship was totally blown by what he and the others did or not. I'd told him I'd forgiven him for his part in it. `Oh, well,' I thought. `He's got his life in Charlottesville, and I've got mine here. It's probably natural that we'd drift apart.'

As I said, that was a good year. I knew I wanted to do graduate work and get an MBA, but the more I thought about it, the more I found the academic life attractive. Maybe after grad school I'd look for a teaching job. I thought it might be less pressured, less cutthroat than life in the "real" world.

I should mention that I didn't see Kevin Briggs again after that episode with Leo. I heard he got a job after graduating from Purdue and was working somewhere on the East Coast. I did see Leo occasionally when I was at home. Those were always awkward moments. We'd say hello and ask about each other's parents, but then he seemed as eager as I to move on.


If my junior year had been a halcyon period, senior year was just the opposite.

I arrived back on campus to start my last year as an undergraduate full of optimism. I was also pretty horny. There hadn't been any girls around, or, for that matter, any guys either. So it was just my hand and my toys.

I had the same room in the Alpha house I'd had the year before. Spence had moved into the president's suite. Clark Brown, the new vice president, and a buddy of his, Lee Garrison, were in the room I had shared with Todd sophomore year.

It was just after 8:00 PM about midway through the first week of classes that there was a knock on my door. I invited whoever it was to come in. I was at my pc and wanted to save what I was working on, so I hadn't gone to the door.

"Thom Benson. You and I went through pledging and initiation together. We've known each other for three years. And I'd never have guessed you were queer."

I recognized the voice and when I turned, sure enough, it was Spence.

"Um, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about an interesting email I got from Jake Evans. He told me some things about you and attached some very interesting pictures."

My stomach sank. I'd thought all of that was behind me. And I'd naively thought Jake was being honest when he told Todd he hadn't kept any of the pictures of me.

"Pictures?"

"Yeah. And I think you know what ones. Look, I have some things to do. Why don't you come to my room about 11:00 and we'll talk about them."

It wasn't a request.

When I got there, he pointed toward his computer, where there was a slideshow going. All of the pictures were of me. Some of them were stills I was familiar with. Others were still captures from the videos that I had destroyed the previous spring. Either Jake had kept copies of them, or he'd taken off a bunch of still shots before giving them to Todd.

"Thom, you really are a slut."

"Spence, I was blackmailed into doing all of that."

"Yeah, right. Jake says you really liked taking it up the ass, that you couldn't keep quiet whenever he porked you. He also says you give a great blowjob. I can't help wondering what you and your good buddy Todd were getting up to all that year. And last year."

"We didn't. Todd's straight."

"Yeah, that's what Jake said, too. But you two did seem to be awfully tight."

"We're good friends, but, as I said, Todd's as straight as they come." I didn't tell him how often I had wished that weren't so.

"Whatever. But now I've got the pics. And I've got you by the balls, don't I?"

I gave him a steely glare. "Explain that." If he hadn't been six inches taller and 25 pounds heavier than me, I might have lit into him. I'm not by nature a violent guy, but I'd really had it by this point. I'd expected all that shit was behind me, and here it was again.

"Jake told me ways to use those pictures to make things pretty fucking bad for you, Thom. Just think of all the people you don't want to see them."

I'd thought about coming out. That would simplify some things. But even if I told my parents I was bisexual, I would never want them to see those pictures. A lot of students, men and women, were out on our campus, and there was a thriving gay/lesbian organization. It was the really nasty, graphic nature of those pictures that I wouldn't want people to see. Especially, as Jake had said two years earlier, my major professors at State or the admissions committee at whatever grad school I applied to.

"Spence, we're fraternity brothers. Doesn't that mean anything to you? So what if you've been handed some power over me? That doesn't mean you have to use it." I reached for something at that point. "A gentleman wouldn't."

He actually seemed to be thinking about that. "I've watched you for the last two years. You seemed to be tight with the chapter officers, first Jake and then Todd. Everybody likes you. You look great. You get top grades. You just seemed to have it all. I think if you had wanted to, you could have been living in this room right now as chapter president. And all that time, you were gay. Brotherhood? Nah. I'm gonna have some fun with you, Benson. And you can start by taking off your clothes. I wanna see what sort of cocksucking pussyboy I've got."

"Okay," I said as I pulled off my tee. "But just so we're clear. You've got me by the short and curlies, and that's the only reason I'm doing this. I never knew what a slimy bastard you are. If the brothers knew what kind of guy you are, you wouldn't be living in this room right now."

He chuckled. "Drop the khakis, Benson. If the brothers knew what kind of a slut you are, they'd be lined up outside the door."

As I stepped out of my khakis and bent to unfasten my sandals, Spence was taking off his clothes. If he wanted to just get a blowjob or fuck me, I didn't know why he'd have to get naked. I wondered for a moment if he was gay. That would have been an interesting development.

When he knelt beside his bed and stretched his torso over it, I wondered briefly if he was about to ask me to fuck him.

"I've always wanted somebody to rim me, and no girl has ever been willing to do that. So, you get the honor. Oh, and so you won't think I'm a total slob, I took a shower a while ago."

The only person I'd ever rimmed was Hank, and, frankly, I'd enjoyed it. He had a cute, tight ass, and he was always clean. Maybe there was some connection between loving to have anything from a finger to a dildo to a dick up my ass and finding other guy's buns attractive. Whatever it was, I knelt, put a hand on each of his cheeks, and began to lick them.

"Oh, shit! I can't believe you're doing that, but it's nice."

It wasn't that I particularly wanted to make him feel good. I'd have bitten off his balls if I could have gotten away with it. But I remembered something a high school teacher used to like to say. "Anything worth doing is worth doing well." I thought, "Any ass worth licking is worth licking well." Besides, even if the ass belonged to a guy I was beginning to hate, it was a nice ass, firm, muscular, and lightly hairy.

He smelled clean, like shower soap. As I lapped closer to his crack, I smelled a slight male scent. There was a bit of curly brown hair in his crack, and that too smelled somewhat of soap and somewhat of man. As I began to lick up and down his crack, he wiggled his butt and said, "Jesus, I can't believe no one has ever done that to me before! That's fuckin' unbelievable. Now, find my hole, buttmuncher."

There was that trash talk again. I might not have minded what I was doing if I had been doing it voluntarily and he'd been grateful. I pulled away.

"What the fuck? Why did you stop?"

"Look, asshole, I'm not doing this because I love you. But there's no reason for you to be so goddamned insulting about it. I am a human being. I'm an Alpha brother, for Christ's sake. Do you have to call me names?"

"Oh, shut up. You know you fags love this kind of thing. Now, lick my butthole, queerboy."

So I licked his hole. He enjoyed it. He couldn't keep quiet, seeming to need to call me names while he reveled in what I was doing.

Finally, he made me stop.

"Okay. Get on the bed. Jake says it's better to use lube. Hang on.

I climbed on the bed and got into the doggie position. I didn't want to watch him while he fucked me. Soon he drizzled some lube onto my crack and rubbed it up and down. Then I felt the bed shaking gently as he put lube on his cock.

Pretty sure what was about to happen, I'd used a dildo to loosen up my sphincter after I'd had my shower that evening. It's a good thing I did, for Spence didn't mess around with foreplay. As with Jake, this was all about him. He hit my nut several times, enough to get me hard, but not enough to satisfy me before he came.

When he was done, he slapped my ass. "Cool! It's gonna be handy having you available, Benson. My own resident pussy. I'm between women right now, so you'll need to keep your evenings open. Now, grab your shit and get out. I'm ready to crash."

When I got back to my room, I got out of my clothes, gargled with mouthwash, and fell into bed, where I grabbed my cock. I thought what a pity it was a hunk like Spence and I couldn't be lovers instead of master and slave. I could have made him feel really good, and he could have done the same for me. That would have been so much better than what had just happened. Except, of course, that he was such a mean-spirited jerk.

I jacked myself off thinking of Hank. And Todd. And Matt. I wondered if Matty had a boyfriend, whether UVA was expected to have a good football season, where he was planning to go to grad school. I came all over my belly. Instead of cleaning it up, I rubbed it into my abs, rolled over, and went to sleep. It wasn't going to be the kind of year I'd been hoping for.

As time passed, Spence was using me on average about four times a week. Sometimes he just wanted a blowjob. When that was the case, he'd open the front of his pants and push them and his underwear down to his knees. He didn't even make me undress. Most of the time, though, we both got naked because he wanted me to rim him and then he'd fuck me. Always doggie style. Always to please him, no matter what I might have wanted.

I had to plan my study schedule and my social life, such as it was, around being available at about 11:00 each night in case Spence wanted me.

Early in November, though, Spence told me I'd now be servicing Clark, the vice president, and Lee, his roommate, whenever they wanted so long as it didn't conflict with my meeting his needs.

The roommates were juniors and I was a senior. That, along with the fact that this increased the number of guys who knew what was going on, made me angry. But I didn't see any way out of my problem, so I did what they said.

Clark and Lee liked to do me simultaneously, so I spent a lot of time either on my knees or on my back in their room while one of them fucked my face as the other fucked me at the other end. Unlike Spence, they didn't say much as they used me. Strangely, they always took me together. After about a month, I found out what was going on. I was on my back with a cock in my ass and another in my mouth. I opened my eyes at one point to see them leaning over me, kissing. They were gay? They were gay! And they were using me! I was tempted to bite Lee's cock off, but controlled myself until they were finished.

"You guys are gay, and you're going along with Spence? Does he know about you?"

"No, he doesn't know about us. And you are dead meat if you tell him. We'll just claim you refused when we asked you to come to our room and that you're lying to keep him from spreading those pics of you around."

I thought seriously about calling their bluff, but decided I didn't dare. After that, though, they quit asking me to service them. I don't know whether it was from guilt over dominating a fellow gay guy or fear that I'd rat them out to the brothers. Whatever the reason, they seemed to lose interest in me.

So I went back to being just Spence's fucktoy and cocksucker until one day a couple of weeks into the second semester when he sent me an email, saying I was to keep the coming Saturday night free. He said he'd give me the details later. The implication was that this would be something out of the ordinary.

Spence had taken to calling my phone and simply saying "Come" when he wanted me. Bastard. Late Saturday afternoon I got the summons. When I arrived at his room, he said, "I'm lending you to – and he mentioned the name of our sister sorority – for the evening. I owe their president a favor. You are to show up there, casually dressed, at 11:00."

"Wait just a fucking minute," I exploded.

He held up his hand.

"Shut up, Benson. You know what will happen if you don't do this."

"But everybody will know."

He grinned. "For all you know, you're gonna get to fuck a bunch of hot women. You claim you're bisexual, so that should be pretty cool, huh? And how would that hurt your reputation on campus?"

I hadn't thought of that.

"Besides, I think it's only gonna be the officers involved with you tonight."

Somehow the thought of being the sex toy of four sexy sorority women didn't sound too bad. I didn't know how long I'd be able to keep it up, but I was willing to learn. And if word of that got out, well, as Spencer had said, it wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Not knowing what to expect, but being pretty sure it would involve sex, I shaved, showered, and cleaned myself out inside that evening.

When I showed up at the sorority house on the stroke of 11:00, I was met at the door by Beth, their president. We'd met before. In fact I'd seen her at quite a few parties. She was a hot-looking redhead with green eyes.

"Hi, handsome. The other officers and I are having a party downstairs. The sisters have been told to stay away. Come on. We've been looking forward to this. You're the entertainment." She put her hand on my butt and shoved me toward the stairs.

In the basement party room, three other equally sexy women were sitting around in comfortable chairs. There was a fire in the big stone fireplace. The chairs were arranged around a fairly large area covered with wrestling mats. Beth introduced me to her fellow officers. One of them took my coat. I was asked to sit down. They all had drinks, and I was offered one. In fact, I was handed a gin and tonic and a blue pill. I'd never taken one before, but I recognized it as Viagra. They told me to swallow it. And they said the highball would help me relax.

As I sipped my drink, they asked me questions. First things like where was I from, had I played sports in high school, what my major was, and things like that. Then one of then, I think her name was Alyssa, asked me, "Thom, is it true that you like to take cock up your ass?"

I nearly choked on my drink. I suppose I should have been expecting it, since Spence was either behind all of this or at least involved in it.

"What gave you that idea?"

Beth said, "According to Spence you love it. That's why he's `loaned' you to us. We find that fascinating. And he promised us that you'd do whatever we tell you to. You aren't going to disappoint us – and Spence – are you, Thom?" She gave me a brilliant smile. I'll bet she was used to getting what she wanted with that smile.

"Um, well, yeah, I guess not."

"Good. So why don't you finish your drink and then take off your clothes."

I'd been pretty sure this was coming, but I had no idea how embarrassing it would be for me to strip in front of four beautiful and fully-clothed women. And since they'd asked about my liking to be fucked, I'd figured out that this evening probably wouldn't have anything to do with my fucking them.

They offered me another drink, and I gratefully accepted. While I was drinking it, though, they told me to sit crossed legged on the mat and play with my nipples. I flushed with humiliation as I did that, not knowing what was to come. They all watched me carefully, seemingly fascinated. When I first undressed, my cock had shriveled and my balls had pulled up tight against my body. Out of embarrassment, I'm sure. As I rubbed and tweaked my nips, though, I began to feel a tingling down there. I didn't want to throw wood. I'm not sure why, but I didn't. But I had taken that Viagra, and after very little stimulation to my nipples, it began to grow.

When watching me do that got old, one of them went to a table and came back with a dildo and a bottle of lube. I knew what was going to happen next. The dildo, I was relieved to see, was about the size of my own cock, nothing I couldn't cope with.

"We want to see you pleasure yourself with this. It's got a vibrator in the base. So get yourself slicked up. We know how important that is, don't we, girls?" They all grinned and nodded. When I had the lube spread liberally on the dildo, I then had to do the really embarrassing part. I'd lubed up my ass in front of an audience before, but never an audience of women.

What they had me do was insert the dildo, turn the vibrator to its lowest setting, and then sit on it while I played with my nipples again.

I did as they said, closing my eyes, trying to forget where I was and who was there. Occasionally I'd reach for the drink they'd put on the mat beside me.

Their talk turned to how they liked to do just what I was doing, except they used the dildo in their vaginas. All said they'd never tried it up the ass. "But then," Alyssa said, "we don't have prostates."

The anal and pectoral stimulation was getting to my cock, which, despite my willing it to stay down, was proudly pointing toward the ceiling. I wondered if they were going to make me keep that up until I came but soon discovered that wasn't in the plan.

"I think it's time to bring in our other guest," Beth said. "Trish, would you go get him, please?"

Trish, a tall, dark-haired girl with a great sparkle in her brown eyes, grinned and said she'd be glad to.

She came back leading a blindfolded, naked guy. Not only was he naked, but he had a hardon. A big hardon. A very big hardon, in fact. And I knew him. I was a student assistant to one of the accounting profs, and I'd graded this guy's tests in basic accounting the previous semester. He'd made a B in the course, as I recall. I'd seen him around the building fairly regularly, and I knew his name was Bruce Carnes. He was pledging another fraternity. I'd never talked with him, and I've told you all I knew about him.

Bruce was probably not more than six feet tall, but he obviously was a gym rat. He probably outweighed me by fifteen pounds, and it was all muscle. He had great delts and lats. His shoulders, pecs, and biceps were much bigger than mine. Under the blindfold, I knew, were pale blue eyes, and he had pale blond, curly hair. There was a bit of a turn-up at the tip of his nose, and his lips were full and pink. Surprisingly under the circumstances, he had a bit of a smile on his face.

"Just stand there a minute," Trish said. Alyssa motioned for me to get up. "You can take out the dildo now," she said. She was holding a big plastic food storage bag. "Drop that in here."

I did, and she took it away.

"Now, gentlemen," Beth said. "We think it would be instructive and maybe fun to see two hot men get it on. Since you're both here and you're both hot, you'll do fine. Bruce, you can take off your blindfold now and meet your lover for the evening."

When he removed the blindfold and saw me, he beamed. In a surprisingly deep voice, he said, "Oh my fucking gaaahud! It's Thom Benson! I've had the screaming hots for you ever since last fall but my gaydar obviously wasn't working. I'd never have known you're gay. Come on, stud, let's get it on!"

I was stunned. The guy looked like a jock and talked like a flamer. I think I was temporarily paralyzed.

"Okay, guys," Beth said, trying to stifle a giggle, "here's what we want you to do. You can start by kissing."

"Oh yummy!" Bruce said, coming for me. In two long strides he had his arms around me, hands on my ass cheeks, and was ramming his tongue down my throat while our hard cocks rubbed against each other's lower abs.

"Go on, Thom, get into it. Don't stand there acting like a surprised virgin!" one of the women said. Well, I was aroused by the Viagra, the teasing I'd done to my nipples, and the anal stimulation provided by the vibrator. And I was only human. Here was a hot looking guy (okay so he acted pretty femme) with his cock against my belly and his tongue exploring my mouth. What was I going to do? Besides, Spence had said I had to do everything Beth told me. So I got into the kiss. And Bruce was a great kisser, better than any guy I'd ever kissed except maybe Hank. Even then it was a tossup. The difference, of course, is that I had some fondness for Hank. He and I were friends. Not lovers, really, but good friends. And although this Bruce was a hunky looking guy, his mannerisms would have turned me off. If I hadn't already been in a slobbery liplock with him.

When he began to hump my belly, Beth said, "Okay, studs. Cool it a minute."

"Aww, girl," Bruce said, making a pouty face. "I was really getting into that."

Beth grinned. "Well, maybe you'll like what we want you to do next. How about a sixty nine?"

"Oooooh, goody!" Bruce said.

We stretched out on the mat and went to work on each other. Bruce was very enthusiastic, and he obviously knew what he was doing. I soon realized I was getting one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. I could have enjoyed it tremendously if I weren't receiving it in front of an audience of women. Thinking I might study up on exotic poisons I could slip Spence, I tried to focus on sucking Bruce's huge dong, the biggest I'd ever had in my mouth.

We were lying side by side, and I was sort of staring blankly at Bruce's balls. I realized then that he'd shaved them, along with his cock. There was a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubes above his cock, but he'd shaved off his treasure trail and part of the pubes. I heard some of the girls whispering.

Then Beth asked, "Can you do that with one on the bottom and one on top?"

Bruce pulled off and said, "But of course we can, can't we, Thommy?"

I didn't say anything. I just rolled over on my back. He got on his hands and knees over me, and we went back to what we'd been doing.

Just when it began to feel really good and I was beginning to get messages from my groin saying I was going to cum, we were interrupted again.

"Why don't you each scoot up a little and rim each other?"

`My god,' I thought. `She knows about rimming? Do straight couples do that?' For sure no woman I'd ever been with had suggested it. The only time I'd ever done it voluntarily had been with Hank, and I loved it bigtime when he did it to me.

Bruce and I made the adjustment. He had a big ass with hard glutes. When I began to lap at his crack it was obvious he'd showered recently. He also obviously shaved his crack. He had no hairs there at all.

When he went straight for my hole and started tongue fucking me, I lurched. The feeling was soo good. I quit circling his rosebud with the tip of my tongue and began to explore his smooth, hot chute. He'd also cleaned himself out inside. I was glad I had remembered to do that before leaving the house.

Now, here's the bizarre scene. Bruce and I are on the floor really getting into eating each other's ass while four hot women watched and, from their comments, were enjoying the show. Something deep inside me worried that with four women and, worse, Bruce involved, word of this was bound to get out. But when somebody's chowing down on your butthole, who thinks clearly? Especially when you've got your tongue up his ass as well.

Things were getting pretty intense when Beth once more called a halt. Bruce rolled over and sat leaning back on his hands, his legs stretched out, his monster lying on his belly dripping precum. I sat up with my knees against my chest and folded my arms over them. My balls were on display to the women that way, but my own dripping cock was partly hidden. We both looked at Beth to see what was next.

"Okay, Bruce. We understand that Thom here just loves to take it up the ass. How'd you like to fuck him?"

"You do?" he asked, looking at me with surprise. "I'd have figured you for a top." Then he looked back at Beth. "I was hoping he'd fuck my brains out, but I can do him if that's what you want."

I was fascinated. I looked at that huge cock of his, knowing I'd never taken anything that big before, but knowing also that I had to try.

I insisted that, despite the tonguing I'd been getting, Bruce had to use lube on me and on himself. He obliged by finger fucking me for a while. He knew exactly what to do to punch the right button, so to speak, and I was on the floor with my butt in the air trying unsuccessfully not to moan with pleasure. I couldn't help wiggling my butt, too, and the sisters laughed at that.

Beth ordered me on my back before Bruce entered me, so I obediently rolled over. Again, Bruce knew how to handle his weapon, and he eased into me slowly and gently. Occasionally he'd bend down and kiss me. Not deep, lusty kisses, just little reassurances. Even though I was a senior and he was a freshman, it occurred to me that he was teaching me things about sex.

When he was fully inside me and had begun to fuck me slowly, his cock touched places I didn't know existed, but it was a fantastic experience. It was one of the best fucks I'd ever had. Maybe even better than anything Hank had done to me. And again I couldn't help vocalizing my feelings. Soon I was moaning and cursing and telling him to fuck me harder, that he wasn't hurting me. For a fleeting moment I became aware of the room, how quiet the girls were. All you could hear when I took breath was Bruce grunting softly and occasionally saying things like "Oh, honey, you've got the sweetest ass. We've got to do this again!" or "Girl, you're so hot!"

I surprised myself by wrapping my legs around his butt and reaching up to play with the nipples on his perfect pecs. He liked that. "Oooh, sweetie, that's nice. Yeah, play with my tits while I fuck your hot pussy!"

I was tossing my head from side to side, unable to control the feelings this fucker was giving me, when I noticed that two of the girls were rubbing their crotches. So we were all enjoying the show.

I don't know how much time passed. I was so spaced out that it seemed like forever and not long enough. At some point Bruce reached down and began jacking my cock, which had made quite a pool of precum on my stomach. It didn't take long after that. Soon I was spraying cum all over the place, some of it hitting my face, the rest making a trail down my chest to my abs.

My orgasm triggered Bruce's. He was still holding on to my cock, which was still hard even after all that cumming. Without letting go he threw his head back, shouted "Hallelujah!" and came inside me. From the number of times I felt his cock pulse, he must have dumped a huge load. When he finished, he collapsed, fell onto me, and began kissing me.

We were brought back to reality by the applause of our audience of four. Someone brought us a basin of warm water, a wash cloth, and a couple of towels. They made us clean each other up.

After we were dressed, they thanked us and told us we could go. Beth said to tell Spence that the favor was fully repaid. Then she surprised me. "It's a shame you're gay. You're so cute."

"Beth," I said, "I'm bisexual. And you're a pretty fabulous-looking woman."

She smiled, almost sadly. "Sorry, Thom. Everybody says you're a nice guy, but after watching you and Bruce this evening, I could never, uh, well . . . ."

"I get the picture."


Having been fucked well and truly, as the Brits say, I took a shower when I got back to my room, fell into bed as soon as I was dry, and went to sleep immediately, ignoring the Viagra-induced hardon that lingered with me.

When I woke up the next morning, I began to worry. Five more people now knew about me. Not only that I was bi, but about that need I have to get fucked periodically. Spence promised that the girls would keep it quiet. Maybe he was right. But there was also Bruce. And I didn't think discretion was one of his strong suits.

Whoever it was, somebody must have talked. Soon I began to get funny looks or silly smirks from friends and acquaintances. Some of the brothers stayed cool, but some seemed to avoid me. Other people I knew in my classes and around campus began to look at me differently, too. Even Hank said he'd heard that I was gay and wanted to know what I'd been doing. I had to tell him about that evening with Bruce at the sorority. After all, if he was willing to continue as my fuck buddy, he deserved to know.

The last straw was when Bruce called me one evening and asked if we could get together. I told him firmly that I wasn't interested. He whined a bit, but he never called again. I still don't know whether he's the one who talked. Or maybe it was more than one.

Anyway, for the rest of the year, I had the reputation of being gay. I focused on my classes, became a sort of recluse at the fraternity house, and began thinking of graduate school Of course I continued to take care of Spence's needs, consoling myself as I did so with thoughts of the perfect, undetectable murder.

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Gay Sex Stories presents "A Beautiful Friendship"

Oil Can was the name he went by. I think very few of his friends knew his real name. I was one of the few. Robert Elliott Griswald III didn't fit him, but Oil Can was the perfect name for him, He was a smooth, oily, dangerous if heated and yet necessary. He was a local marijuana king-pin. I don't know how or where he grew the stuff, but grow it he did and it was some of the best shit around. At the time I was a 20-year old college student who was paying his way through school by providing his fellow students with good dope at a good price. I am also gay, but at that time I
was in the closet to everyone who I didn't have sex with. Nobody ever caught on because I was a bit avant garde and any telltale trait was missed among other eccentricities, beside the guy with the good dope is everyone's friend.

Back to Oil Can. He was 13 years older than me and not the most physically beautiful man in the world, but he was definitely one of the sexiest human beings I'd ever laid eyes on. He was tall and sinewy. At 6'2" he weighed only 175 lbs. but he wasn't skinny, he was all toned muscles. Not the bulging kind, but the guy could have been a model in an anatomy class discussing the muscle structure of the human body. He had thick, shoulder-length honey blond hair, bright blue eyes and the longest, thickest lashes I've ever seen on a man. When he looked you right in the eyes you couldn't help but think you'd just had a sexual act performed on you. Add the fact that no matter what subject you discussed with him, he managed to seamlessly bring the conversation around to raw sex.

I know for a fact that he fucked women with the same routine as most men change underwear, though from what I'd seen for myself rarely did he fuck any one woman on more than one occasion. I'm not sure if that was his choice or theirs but I suspect the former. I don't think he trusted women enough to let one too far into his life. I've no doubt that with his sexual magnetism he had very little trouble luring willing partners into his bed. He did mention on more than several occasions that he had to cum a minimum of three time a day and that he availed himself of whatever was available to get off, even if it was only his hand (though he made a point
of saying that wasn't too often).

Now while I'm gay, up to that point I'd only had sex with about 5 people, 4 guys and 1 girl. The girl was first and after that I knew what I wanted. Any way even though I'd only had sex with other gay guys my own age I found myself fantasizing about having sex with Oil Can, about him having hot, passionate sex with me. That it was never going to happen soon took away some of the thrill. Still I'd worked myself up over him enough not to let go. It struck me that I could just give him a blow job. I talked myself into believing that if a pussy wasn't handy that he'd pick my mouth over his hand. That seemed a more realistic possibility so my daily masturbatory session continued to feature my obsession of having sexual contact with Oil Can, even if only one-sided. Of course at the time I didn't have anywhere near the balls to proposition him and in the back of
my mind there was this nagging feeling that servicing a straight guy who would never return the favor in any way was kind of cheap and sleazy. Though that didn't stop me from spewing gallons of cum thinking about it.

Then fate took over. I was scheduled to pick up a K brick (the smallest quantity he'd deal in) from Oil Can on Thursday evening. A long weekend was coming and I wanted to be ready for my customer's recreational needs. Things got a little fucked up and I couldn't get over to his place
that evening. I called and he told me not to sweat it, that I could pick it up the following day as he had no plans to be away from home.

I told him I'd likely be there shortly after noon as I only had morning
classes on Friday. The next morning I had second thoughts. I not only had
to pick up the delivery, I had to weight it out and bag it and that would
take too long as most of my customers would want to get off campus before
dark and would need their orders ready earlier. I decided to blow off my
classes and pick up the dope right away so that I'd be ready on time.

I took a quick shower, dressed and headed out to the parking lot, deciding
to skip breakfast. It was just before eight when I pulled up in front of
Oil Can's place. He lives at the end of a sparsely populated cul-de-sac. A
screened-in front porch ran the length of the front of the house and as I
approached the screened door I could see that the front door was wide open.

I shouted through the screen, "Oil Can it's Teddy."

"Come on in." A shout came from deep within the house.

I opened the door, walked across the porch and through the front door into
the living room. Oil Can wasn't anywhere to been seen.

"Where are you?" I said loudly without shouting.

"I'm in my bedroom, come on back."

I knew that he often kept K bricks under his bed and just assumed that he
was there getting my order. I walked down the hall toward his room at the
very end. I walked through the door and saw the most unexpected sight I
think I'd ever seen. There was Oil Can, bone naked, his torso propped up
against the headboard by three pillows and his right hand slowly stroking
easily the most beautiful and sexy cock I'd ever seen or even imagined.

He didn't even glance over at me, his eyes remained fixed on the television
screen silently playing a porno flick of some woman sucking the head of an
impossibly large, thick cock. While his eyes remained on the screened
action mine were glued to the slab of meat his right hand was caressing. It
was about 7 inches, perfectly shaped and ramrod straight. It was so thick
that his large hand just barely managed to encase it in its fisted
grasp. Any pretense that I might have entertained on being above servicing
a straight man's cock melted in the growing heat of lust that was firing in
the midst of my groin. I'm not sure how long I just stood there staring or
what I must have looked like doing so, but the sound of his voice brought
me out of my daze.

"What's the matter, never seen a guy jacking off before?" He said as he
turned his face fully toward me. The expression that crossed his face
revealed that he recognized the truth. His next words confirmed it.

"No, that's not it. I've seen that look before. You want it. I'll be
fucked; my little buddy is a pole smoker. Well shit, man, this is too
good. Get over here and take care of me. Like they said in Casablanca I
think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."

He released his grasp on his cock and it smacked back against his flat
stomach, he scooted down lower on the bed and spread his legs open. "Get
yourself comfortable, then climb aboard," he nodded toward the space
between his legs, "I have what you want and I'm more than ready to give it
to you."

I couldn't have been dissuaded from what I was about to do if every guy on
my dorm floor had suddenly materialized in that room. I kicked off my
sandals, dropped my short where I stood and having gone commando that
morning stood there sporting only my tee-shirt and a six-inch hard on. I
walked to the foot of the bed, climbed on and knelt between his legs.

He looked me straight in the eyes and I became his willing sex
slave. "Start by licking my balls, work `em real good, get `em hot, wet and
tight. Then move up to my shaft and use your tongue to get it good and wet,
lick it up and down and coat it with your spit and my pre-cum. I'll let you
know when I want you to take it in your mouth. Take it down to the root and
then slowly start going up and down, using you tongue and lips all over
it. Run your tongue over the head and then slowly go back down. Keep that
going, up and down real slow. When I'm ready I'll take over and take us to
and through the final act." With that he pushed his head back into the
pillows and closed his eyes.

I lowered my head into his crotch and pushed my face into his ball sac. It
was obvious he'd showered before going to bed, but a light musk had built
over the night and been added to by his self-stimulatory action moments
earlier. It perfumed his pubes and sent me into sexual ecstasy. I nuzzled
my nose against his balls and took in the delicious scent. Instinctively my
tongue came out of my mouth and I began to lave the crinkled skin. I wanted
to take both orbs into my warm mouth, but their size limited me to one at a
time. I must have been doing it right because I could hear quiet moans
coming from above my head. I must have worked on his balls for a good
fifteen minutes. I was only my hunger for his cock that forced me away from
them.

I slid my tongue up over his balls until I made contact with the base of
his shaft. I balanced myself and then brought my right hand up to take hold
of his cock pulling it up off his stomach and toward my face. I slowly
licked my way up the entire thick seven inches until my tongue was at the
ridge of his cut head.

Pre-cum was bubbling out of his piss slit like a broken water fountain and
I lapped it up like the nectar it was. I approached his shaft from the side
taking it between my lips, sliding up, down and around using my tongue to
tease the taut skin and capture the streams of man juice that were running
down. The quiet moans became less quiet. I couldn't take much more; I
hungered to have this incredible piece of man meat in my hot mouth and was
thinking about taking it right down my throat with or without his
permission. Apparently my needs meshed with his because I heard him say,
"take me now,' with as much urgency in his voice as I was feeling.

I didn't have to be told twice. I ran my mouth up his shaft, capped his
head in my mouth and in one very quick movement swallowed his cock down to
his pubes. I felt his head stretch its entrance into my throat and I was in
total bliss, a fantasy come to life. Then I hear him hiss out,
"S-L-O-O-O-W, or this won't last long and I want it to last as long as
possible."

I forced myself to comply though what I really wanted to do was to go crazy
on him until I forced him to feed me what I knew was going to be a hot,
thick load. I went up and down as slowly as I could make myself go. I made
exquisite love to that beautiful cock with my lips, tongue and throat
muscles. I did for him what I would want someone to do to me and before
long I was really into it. He was groaning, filling the room with the
sounds of his pleasure. His groans and this interesting new desire to
provide total satisfaction while at the same time entering what seemed like
a different plain of sexual awareness and I could have gone on with this
for hours. As it was I don't think it was more than twenty minutes.

Suddenly he took my head in his two strong hands and pulled it into his
cock while at the same time he began to pump into my mouth. "Relax your
mouth and throat, but keep your lips tight around me," he instructed. I
complied. He was in control and I loved it.

"YEAH!!! Won't be long now. Oh fuck you are one great cocksucker. I want
you to take it all and swallow it down for me. You hear me?"

I nodded my head and mumbled my agreement...

"Good. Get ready `cause I'm gonna dump a fuckin' truck load of cum right
down that fuckin' throat of yours. OH FUCK!!! Gettin' real fuckin'
close. Remember fuckin' swallow every drop, don't waste none. OH SHIT, get
ready."

I felt his cock shudder and throb, it swelled between my lips and then:

"OH FUCKIN" SWEET JESUS, urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

ONE, TWO, THREE blasts and globs of thick cum flooded my mouth. I felt the
throbs of about a dozen more but their power was drowned out in those that
had cum before and filled me up. I had to swallow fast several time in
order to not allow any to escape my mouth. I didn't want to let him out of
my mouth until I was certain I'd capture every tiny drop that could be
milked from him. He was writhing on the bed and from the first roar with
the first blast he'd quieted down to an almost childish whimper. I didn't
release him until he'd gone completely limp in my mouth and he seemed to
enjoy the post-orgasm ministration I gave him gently nursing on his
softening prick. Finally I sat up and was suddenly aware of my own rampant
cock. I had to have relief of my own and didn't much care if he liked it or
not.

I fisted my cock and began pumping it like only a man in real need must. He
grinned up at me, watching what I was doing and said, "Go for it. You can
spray it all over my cock and balls if that'll get you off better."

That was all I needed. Two or three strokes more and I was indeed spraying
a thick coating of my own load all over his exhausted cock and balls. Like
he said it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

More of the friendship to follow, if you want.

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Sunday morning in the dorms. I got my robe on and took my
bathroom stuff down the silent hall. After shaving,
showering, shampooing, and rinsing, I dried off and went to
my room to get dressed. Since I was shy, sober, and liked
sleeping, I was usually the only one up before 6. Today was
different.

"Hi James."

I turned to see him in his turquoise/black robe walking my
way.

"Morning." I didn't know his name. He had been saying Hi
to me all year, but we didn't have any classes together. He
lived on the other side of our floor too.

"What _is_ your name anyway?", I asked, feeling friendly.

He smiled and said "Geoffrey. What are doing up so early?"
His clear voice sounded pleasant in the empty hall.

"I like to take a sunrise walk after breakfast. I've never
seen you up this early before."

"Yeah, well..." He was clearly thinking of something to
say. "I was awake anyway and thought I might as well get
the day started."

Geoffrey was 5' 9", lean, and attractive. His golden
forward-combed crewcut was shorter than my simple blow-dried
to stand up in front 3/4" dark blond hair. I liked that he
said Hi to me, but I didn't know if there was a good way to
tell people I was gay, or to ask others if they were. I
didn't think people wanted to know, so I played it safe.

"Well, see ya later. Good to finally know your name
Geoffrey."

"Okay James. Later."

Scene 2

I was having cereal alone in the dining hall when he walked
in. He looked over, briefly raised his eyebrows, and waved.
I waved back. Please God don't let him be straight! Not
that I was desperate for a boyfriend, but the last thing I
needed was to mask my true self away for the millionth time.

Geoffrey came over and set his tray down across from me.

"And how're the Cocoa Krispies today?", he asked.

"Good." Great... another monosyllabic conversational dead
end.

"Just good?" He looked me in the eyes to get a more honest
reaction. I couldn't help but begin laughing.

"No, they're really, truly great. We're lucky to get them
before they're gone. Really lucky." We both held eye
contact a half second longer than usual.

He broke away with a little grin and poured his mini cereal
box into the milk bowl. Was he flirting with me?

"So," he asked, "where do you walk in the morning?"

"Just around the tennis courts, the towers and back." Since
I was finished eating, I lingered over my 10 page campus
newspaper.

"Hmmm. Maybe I'll do that someday."

"You want to go with me? I'll wait for you to finish."

"Yeah." Geoffrey and I looked up. I didn't hide anything
with my glance. "I'd like that."

"Good." I felt my dick start to grow in my tight grey
corduroys. There was a light, fluttery feeling in my heart.
We were both grinning.

"Geoffrey--"

"Geoff. Just Geoff."

"Okay. Geoff. So... how do you like this college?"

"You want the truth?"

I nodded, still reading the little ads in the back pages.

"I was a little surprised how easy freshman year was. 4 of
my 5 finals were multiple choice tests. Overall..." He
briefly sneered and shrugged his shoulders.

"You mean you... don't like it either?" I asked with a
growing smile and fake drama in my voice.

"No...", he whispered. "I hate it!" We both tried to hold
in laughter. My half-hard cock felt so good then. I
squeezed my legs together and moved my right ankle up and
down. I took a deep breath, holding contact with his gentle
blue-grey eyes.

Scene 3

Geoff and I walked in the cool morning air. The white
towers were bathed in rose light. There were big shiny
puddles on the tennis courts. The past-full moon was
setting in the blue/pink haze.

Neither of us had said anything to confirm our gay status.
It felt nice to let it be in the background. There was a
chance he was just a nice regular guy, and I didn't want to
freak him out.

We walked. And talked a little. I didn't know what more to
say. I was too busy wondering what he might be working up
to. We rounded the last tower and headed back to our
building. Along the long tennis court chain link fence.

"James?"

"Yeah Geoff?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I stopped. Swallowed. Looked up at his honest, friendly
face.

"Why do you..." Why was I playing for time? Answer him!

"No, no I don't. I've... wanted to find someone though."

Geoff nodded and gave a cool, subtle male smile. "Same
here. Can we... see each other sometime? I don't know if
it will work out, I just... have liked you for a long time."

"Yeah. I was..." We were both feeling so happy and
relieved that one of us brought up what we were both
thinking. But there was still a healthy tension as we faced
the unknown. I know I wasn't an expert at picking up guys.

"I was wondering how you knew my first name before. A part
of me was hoping you were checking me out." I started
walking slowly. Geoff came alongside.

"Mm. Yeah." He looked down shyly. "I saw a package at
your door one afternoon, and read your name... I was hoping
you'd give some obvious sign of being gay when I tried to
talk to you. I was hoping you'd come to the gay/lesbian
association some night."

"Man, I wouldn't be caught dead there. Not that there's
anything wrong with that..." We both laughed. "But I'm too
shy even about normal stuff, and I'm not about to...
broadcast my feelings when I don't have to."

"Hey, it's not so bad. But now that you mention it, the
queerest of the queer do tend to dominate the discussions.
But you can't blame 'em. It's kind of fun to play with the
upperclassmen's heads and give 'em the old snubberoo if they
come on too obviously."

"You know," I said, "when I visited here as a high school
senior, I was so relieved to see the GLA ad in the paper
when I had lunch with my parents. Going to college seemed
ten times cooler after the realization hit me that that
group could exist. Totally different from high school."

"Growing up gay", sighed Geoff. We shared another smile and
glance. We had the whole Sunday ahead of us. Our long
shadows followed us home toward the blinding sun.

Scene 4

We were alone in a study room off the main lobby. Sitting
together on the couch, not knowing quite what might happen.

"Geoff. I don't want to give you the wrong impression.
I've been pretending to be cool about all this, but the
truth is, I have no idea what comes next." I took a deep
breath, knowing I had to be myself from now on.

"Well," Geoff said, "I've never.. had a real.. boyfriend
before. I mean.. I've had two sex affairs with guys in high
school, but that's all it was. I think we should, I don't
know, try going on a date and taking it from there."

"Dating you sounds good. I've never been on a real date
before."

"Why not?" Geoff really wanted to know. He wasn't drilling
for information like girls did.

"See, I have three older brothers. And uh, I saw how
ridiculous it was for them to put so much energy into what
they wore, where they were going, and how they would impress
their girls. And I knew I would never take dating that
seriously. When I heard a comedian say it was just a job
interview for a relationship, I knew dating wasn't for me."

"Were you still a little confused about being gay?"

"Hmm. I knew I was different, I'll tell you that. I wasn't
competitive or interested in sports at all. I guess I just
didn't like how all this sexuality and sex education was
forced down on me in school and _church_, which was twice as
creepy. I knew I didn't want to make a baby, so I just
wanted everyone to shut up about it."

"And then?", Geoff asked, grinning and running his hand back
through his soft hair.

I smiled at the memory.

"And then I met Kyle."

Geoff started caressing the top of my hand.

"He was the first person I ever felt... attracted to. He
was so beautiful!" I closed my eyes and tilted my head
back.

"He was just everything, everything, I could ever hope to
find, even though at 16 I hadn't even started looking. I
tried to split my... penis feelings away from the friendship
I wanted, but it was hopeless." I smiled and rubbed my jaw.

"These feelings in my heart... God it was a rush! The
fantasies came so easily. I knew then that if wanting Kyle
meant being gay, then being gay was exactly right for me."

"So what happened?"

"He... noticed how I was looking at him. I was way to shy
to make a move, but he, and his friends, saw me, entranced
in the lunch room. The place went silent as I finished a
sigh. I thought I was safe sitting in the corner by the
windows. But... You can imagine. Big joke for everyone.
Luckily it died down after a week. No one could prove
anything. I felt so small and embarrassed. The whole thing
only made me more shy too."

There was a pause. Geoff took his turn. Slowly, he began.

"I was lucky to... start being gay during the summer. For
me it was a totally natural feeling. I had always noticed
good looking guys, and I knew I wanted to be... boyfriends
when I got older. My first time with a guy was in the hot
tub of a Wyoming hotel. I've never told anyone this."

"I was 14, and there was a 15 year old there. He was
clearly gay, but, you know, a top. We were alone in the
small pool room, under the suds. It was so much fun to just
be with another boy. A boy who wanted to look at me and
smile. When he suddenly went to the middle and stood up
naked I was in heaven! In five minutes, we were naked and
jacking each other off under the hot bubbles."

"I couldn't believe I was DOING IT at last. And to go so
wild basically in public added even more of a thrill. We
got together later and kissed in the stairway, but it wasn't
as great. The hot tub was our place. But it was always
_crowded_ after that. We had no choice but to let it end."

"It's funny, no one ever suspected I was gay in high school.
I guess I looked too 'manly' because of my face and short
hair. If only the people knew how I started buzzing it
down."

"I'd like to know", I said. His style was lovely, the way
his pink skin delicately showed through the shining 1/4"
carpet.

"It was all a mistake, the first time. Short hair was
definitely not in for guys my age in my town. But I was
getting tired of it falling in my eyes and having to brush
it out of the way every time the wind blew. It's hard to
believe it was ever 6 inches long."

"There was this haircutting kit in the basement. I read the
instructions, and thought it looked easy. I was 16.
Summertime again. I didn't have a barber cape, so I just
did it in the upstairs bathroom, nude."

I was biting my lower lip thinking about the big mistake he
would make. But he sounded happy to talk about it.

"It was just... impossible to make it work right. The
spacers just pushed the hair away from the cutter. I had
cut off way too much in the front. I had 1 inch bangs
sticking out and big edge lines on the side because I had no
idea how to blend one length into another."

"I had no other choice. I just took the smallest spacer and
buzzed it all down to nothing. Well, a quarter inch. But
it was a very shocking change, to say the least. All my
life I had had 'normal' length hair."

I uncrossed my legs to make room for my hardening dick.

"When I saw myself in the mirror, I... was so different.
And so beautiful. I liked seeing all that new skin. The
roundness of my head was excellent. I was like a new
person. Older and younger at the same time. My eyes looked
bigger. When I moved my head, my hairs all moved with me,
perfectly still. Needless to say, I discovered I liked the
look of short hair. Since I was nude, I was totally hard by
then."

"In the freedom of the moment, I jacked away to my exotic
new reflection and had a hot, wonderful orgasm. From then
on, I cut my own hair, loving the daring statement it made."

"Thankfully, after the first day, nobody else cared. I even
started a little trend the next fall in school. I _would_
go totally bald, but, you know, for a white guy... I don't
want to give the wrong impression. Maybe if I have another
private summer..."

"You're a very interesting guy, Geoff", I said.

"Well, if you can't talk to your boyfriend, who can you talk
to?"

I leaned forward, slowly at first. Geoff raised his hands
to my shoulders and we pulled in for our first kiss. Soft,
tender, warm, lovely. My first real boyfriend kiss. I
blinked slowly and we made out. I loved it.

Scene 5

We were walking home from the movies. A week had passed.
We had dated, talked, held hands, eaten together at the
dorm, gone on morning walks... I was really in love with
him. And I loved being a boyfriend. So much better than
being single and unknown.

Where to have sex? It felt so wrong to say goodnight and go
to bed alone, knowing how much we wanted to be together.
Thank Goodness for the GLA.

Geoff knew a gay Resident Assistant in the towers. It was
the baby bust, and he had keys to the empty rooms. He was
happy to help us out as long as we kept the arrangement
quiet and cleaned up before we left.

We brought our backpacks to the tower and rode up the 15
floors in the graffiti covered elevator. I was shaking a
little, and too nervous to kiss Geoff. Playing it cool, we
found our dark room and locked ourselves in.

I spread my soft blankets out on the single twin bed. The
college had given up on bunk beds three years ago. I pulled
out the pillows from his backpack and stacked them on the
bed's free end. Geoff opened the curtain to reveal the
black night and glowing lights of the other towers.

"I've wanted you so bad", said Geoff.

I breathed in as we tightly embraced. Just to hold him,
knowing we had all night, private, together, was bliss.

"I'm so glad we found each other."

By the soft light of the tower windows, we kissed. This was
passion. I untucked Geoff's shirt and pulled it up. He let
me kiss his chest as I undid his belt.

He stepped out of his shoes and socks as I stood up and
reached around his waist. Reaching down, I caressed his hot
ass, letting his unzipped jeans fall at their own pace.
Between minty-fresh kisses, Geoff got my shirt off. After a
beautiful moment of hugging and exploring, I pulled his
boxers down, lower and lower from his waist to the base of
his ass. Quickly, he completed stripping.

I kept my light grey sweatpants on as I led him down to the
bed. My symbol of dominance. I kissed his shoulders and
caressed his sides as I worked my way down. Soon I was
kissing the area between his navel and pubic hair. I took
his cock head in my mouth. Only for a second. I straddled
him and kissed him on the lips. He tasted his own pre come
on my hot tongue. I pulled away quickly, then quickly
kicked off my Nikes and socks. I returned to his dick, went
down an extra inch, closed my eyes, and licked up and off.
I pulled off my sweats and briefs, throwing them to the
other side of the room.

I tortured him by sucking for no longer than 5 seconds at a
time, then kissing his body up and down. Squares of light
glided across the pale green walls as traffic passed below.
I felt so great having Geoff at my command, going half on
instinct and half on my sex-story fueled imagination. His
hot, salty come tasted and felt perfect in my mouth.

"I love you."

Realizing just what we were doing--naked, together... Oh it
was heaven. I loved the scent of his cologne. The
masculine scents of his slippery cock... The heat and shape
and way he filled me. How I knew how much ecstasy was
flowing from my lips and tongue straight into him, my...
boyfriend! My lover!

No time for games now. I sucked and licked Geoff, going up
and down his pulsing penis of love. He was breathing hard
and clutching my shoulders. I felt his leg muscles tense as
he raised his pelvis up. Steady, steady, I lovingly took
him higher. At last, the taste of ejaculation. I felt
sperm heat slip over my gums and coat my cheeks. I kept
licking and pressing his cock head to the roof of my mouth,
knowing how sensitive he must have been right then.

"Oh! Aaaah! James! My... Oh... My God! Aaaah... Oh
yes.."

He was still hard, still breathing heavy. As he slowed
down, so did I. I knew he didn't want to feel the cold air
on his dick right away though. I playfully finished sucking
him, feeling his come go down inside me as I swallowed.
Turning my head slowly, I gently sucked until only my lips
surrounded his softening pink tip. A final few loving
licks. I kissed his fallen flesh gently.

"James, that is so good. Oh..."

I inhaled deeply, loving his world of private fragrances. I
massaged the tops of his thighs and kissed his balls,
sucking each one in my mouth, taking turns as I kissed his
beautiful cock and licked him dry.

Geoff was breathing deeply and slowly, recovering. I was
glad to do such a good job for him. I climbed on top of him
and rested on my elbows to kiss him. We _kissed._ Geoff
fully shared the taste of come in my mouth. No kiss I ever
imagined could have been this hot. Boyfriends, made for
each other.

"Are you ready? Do you want..."

"Yes!", Geoff said, his eyes crinkling. "Yes, James. Fuck
me. Yes."

I guided him, turned him over. He hugged the pillows and
bent his knees under. I wasn't going to do him dry, but he
didn't need to know that. Not penetrating, I positioned
myself, touching my hard, aching cock to his wonderful
crack. I massaged the sides of his hips. I bent forward to
kiss the back of his neck, then his shoulders, then the
center of his spine, down, down, down, to his waist. I
positioned myself again.

"Get ready, girl."

I saw Geoff's body flinch as he processed what I said and
how I said it. He was mine. I couldn't believe I was being
this way, this... toppish. But I knew he was a bottom, and
needed firm guidance.

I got the tube of K-Y from the backpack and bounced back
into position on the bed. Geoff's ass swayed and circled as
the bed rocked. He was so so so beautiful. My boyfriend
was so perfect in the night.

I squeezed out plenty of lube onto his ass. I worked it in,
gently, with my left pinky. Geoff began to breathe deeply
again. His ass tightened on my little finger as I slooowly
twisted my wrist back and forth.

I coated my throbbing red cock with clear jelly. I took a
deep breath, realizing I was losing my virginity now. Geoff
opened himself up. I pressed in and pushed and pushed and
pushed forward in one long slow move. He was so soft
inside! Oh! Geoff! Thank you!

Geoff's body was shaking. He was swallowing and breathing
hard. I pulled out and felt him squeeze and shit my dick
back. I reasserted my dominance and pressed forward when
his squeeze got strongest. I wanted to selfishly do the
fucking for awhile.

Geoff's ass loosened up as we rocked together. Holding his
strong chest from the sides as I plunged and withdrew was so
natural, so right. Feeling his strong back muscles flexing
under my hands was... just amazing. His muscles. I was a
boy too. Oh God, I loved being so totally gay!

Still half inside him, I squeezed on some more lube after
the first few minutes. Oh. Oh yeah. Slippery
buttfucking... Oh my God! I wanted to go faster, but
something was holding me to this sloooow pace. I let Geoff
fuck me back the next time he squeezed.

Together, we found our perfect rhythm. Him squeezing me so
tight, me filling him again and again. In, out. Oh. Yes.

"Geoff, my love."

Naturally, faster and faster, we fucked hard. I was totally
inside him, my balls pressed between us. Seeing him, nude,
his glorious ass, waist, back, and shoulders... And I'm
fucking him, so beautiful. Sliding deep in and out. Oh.
Aaaah. Faster. Oh God. Now. OOOOH!

I gasped for breath as my trembling cock exploded with come.
I had never felt so ALIVE. I pictured my red, curving cock
inside him, coming and sliding in come. Geoff squeezed hard
and I wildly fucked faster.

"Oh! Oh! Geoff! Aah! Oh! Mo. I (haaah) love you! Oh.
Yeah. Oh, Geoff."

I stayed hard for at least two more minutes. I was light
headed from lack of oxygen. I had fucked my boyfriend. He
had fucked me just as much. We were made for each other.
Oh Geoff, you wonderful, beautiful man. I love you.

"I love you, Geoff."

Geoff hugged his pillows as I withdrew my slimy penis from
him. He turned his body around under me. I relaxed and sat
on the tops of his thighs.

"Oh James, you were so great."

We kissed and embraced, knowing we were fully united now. I
drifted off to sleep, feeling his gentle hands caress my
skin. His loving, passionate body mine to shower with
affection. My One, my Love, my special, special boyfriend.