KARL

                                              Jack Sprat

     My name is Philip Collins. I'm a college sophomore majoring in art. I 
love college and its social life. Without warning, my dad died from a heart 
attack. He left enough money to provide only for my mother. I'm concerned if I 
can finish the semester and pay for my education this following year. My 
social life has come to a standstill. I can't afford it. If I go out at all, 
it's to get a cup of coffee. This is a needed break. I have a special coffee
place downtown. 

     One late evening, I was sitting on a counter stool nursing my coffee and 
going over some return test papers. A man, about thirty, entered the shop, sat 
at the end of the row of empty stools, and also ordered a cup. Then he saw me. 

     "Hi there! With those books and papers, you must be a student. What's 
your major?" I looked up to see a real friendly smile coming my way.
    
     "I'm Phil." I replied. "I'm an art major."

     "Hey! I majored in art myself but changed to architecture. Still do oil 
painting as a hobby, however." 

     The stranger slid over, coffee cup in hand, and soon we were energized in 
a conversation about the world of art. Time flew. It was now in the wee hours 
of the morning. 

     "My name is Karl," the young man said. "I'm working late hours all this 
week on a rush job. This has been interesting rap. What say we meet again 
tomorrow night?"  I felt very much at ease with Karl, he had so much energy 
and input to our conversation. 
   
  "Sure," I said. "Why not? See you here tomorrow about nine P.M." 

     Karl and I hit it off the following three nights. We both exchanged ideas 
about architectural design and art in general. He told me his project was done 
and we probably wouldn't be meeting any more. This was really a downer. I felt 
I was losing a real friend. 

     "But I have an idea!" Karl said. "This Saturday, why don't you come 
up to my place. We'll have a couple of martinis and I'll throw a couple of 
steaks on the bar-b-que." 

     I didn't see why not. We could talk some more, and cocktails and steak 
sounded like heaven. 

     "Sure," I said. "What time?"

      Karl lived in a newer high-rise apartment on Twin Peaks. I checked the 
apartments directory for his name. I pushed the button. Karl's voice came 
over the speaker. "Is that you, Phil?" 
   
     "Yes, "I replied.
   
     "Hold on, I'll buzz you in."

     The hum of the security lock sounded. I pushed the door open and walked 
through the gold gilt foyer to the elevator. Entering, I checked buttons and 
pushed the one for his floor. The elevator sped upwards, stopped, and the door 
slid open. I found myself stepping right into Karl's living room. 

     His large apartment was furnished luxuriously. Thick carpet, beautiful 
furniture, expensive drapes, and two large picture windows viewing San 
Francisco below. I'm glad I had dressed for dinner. Karl had dressed too. 

    "I'm rather an amateur chef," Karl said as he stood at the bar mixing 
a pitcher of martini's. I smelled the aroma of French cooking. I thought we 
were going to have a simple steak dinner but French cuisine was certainly 
another favorite. 

     We finished off the martinis. We each had three. Karl served dinner 
including a large bottle of good vintage white wine.  We dined at a window 
overlooking the city. It was a clear and beautiful night. A burning candle 
made light for the table. There was soft music in the background. Again, time 
turned to the wee hours. We still hadn't burned out our conversation. I 
regretted breaking things up, but I had to leave. I arose and felt myself 
a bit unbalanced. I'd had too much too drink.   

     "Whoa, there," Karl said. I didn't know I had fed you so much alcohol. I 
didn't intend to get you drunk." 
   
    "I'll make it," I said.

     "Look. You've got to take the Muni across town at this late hour and 
you're under the influence. Lord only knows what will be on the buses this 
time of night. Why don't you spend the night here?" 

     All evening I'd felt very much at home at Karl's. I really didn't want
to go back and face my shabby dorm.  

     "I guess I could, if you wouldn't mind," I replied.

     "Glad to have you," Karl replied. "I'll show you the bedroom. Let's 
crawl in." 

     The bedroom was large. A huge over size bed was in the middle. Direct 
spotlight reading lamps were placed in the ceiling giving individual light to 
each of the pillows on the bed. Soft music was piped in. I was concerned with 
us sleeping together, but the bed was extra spacious. We would both have 
plenty of room. 

     Karl turned off the room lights, leaving on the pillow spots. I stripped 
to my briefs, carefully folding and hanging my clothes on the brass floor rack 
that stood by the bed. I pulled the covers back and slid into satin Sheets. 

     Karl disrobed and stood naked. He was blond, blue eyed, and smooth. I was 
transfixed with his fine male anatomy. My eyes continued to travel over his 
beautiful body. He had the looks of Michelangelos "David." I'd never had
sexual feelings towards a male before.

     Karl stretched and scratched his balls. He went to a dresser, bent down 
to open a bottom drawer. His beautiful smooth, well rounded cheeks were fully 
exposed. A pair of firm good sized balls hung in his pouch below. 

     I'd expected Karl was getting a pair of pajamas, but he brought out a 
pair of shorts for tomorrow's wearing. He returned to the bed. "I sleep in the 
nude," he said, simply. He crawled in on his side and we both turned out our 
lights. . 

     Pillow talk again returned to art and architecture. I'd sobered up some 
but still very relaxed. I couldn't get the vision of Karl's naked body out 
of my mind. Here he was, in the same bed with me. An uncontrollable force was 
inching my body towards his side of the bed. When I got to the middle, there 
was Karl. He had been inching towards me. We touched. 

     Without a word we embraced, squeezing each other hard. Our lips locked 
then parted. I put my hands behind his head bringing it forward so they would 
touch again. I pulled him to me tightly, running my tongue into his open 
mouth. 

     Karl's hand slid under the elastic of my briefs and he slowly stroked my
hard penis.  God! It felt good. I removed my briefs and spread my legs.

     Karl moved on top and straddled my chest. He bent over, putting my
penis in his mouth. His buttocks were raised over my head, his balls and 
stiff shaft above my face. I held and jacked his penis, rolling his balls with
my other hand. I had to have his penis in my mouth. 

    With both hands, I gripped him by the small of his back. I lifted my head 
with open lips, his hard erection entering to join my gyrating tongue.  

    The intense, exciting love that Karl was giving my crotch and the feel of 
his penis put everything into utter harmony. I'd never had a cock in my mouth. 
Tonight I had taken Karl's and I swallowed his cum. 

     I had to wake early the next morning for school. I hated to leave. I 
slipped out of bed, dressed, helped myself to a cup of coffee, which I made, 
and got ready to depart. I realized Karl did not have my phone number. I found 
a note pad and wrote what a wonderful evening I had. I asked him to call me at 
the dorm. 

     The phone in the dorm hallway rang numerous times during the evening. It 
seemed that someone would always beat me to its answering. Each time I 
expected my name to be yelled down the corridor. Finally, a call did arrive. 
It was Karl. 

     "Hi, Phil! Sorry I didn't get a chance to phone earlier. How about coming 
over next Friday night and we'll spend the weekend here at my pad."  My heart 
was pounding. 
   
  "I'd like that, Karl. Same time? Can I bring anything?". 

  "Just you. Yes! Same time." 
 
     Karl was waiting when the elevator door to his penthouse opened. I 
stepped out. There were no words said. We immediately embraced. Karl's hand 
moved down and gently felt my crotch. I clung to him with an immediate turn 
on.  All of my clothes were removed. I stood naked, my penis hard and 
throbbing. I was gently seated on the sofa. My legs were spread, and my penis 
slipped slowly into Karl's mouth. In no time I orgasmed with a passionate
cry. Karl moved in front of me, naked and erect. I took his penis, sliding it 
into my mouth. My tongue worked furiously as I fondled his balls. Karl held my 
head, stroking my hair, guiding me to give him maximum pleasure. His warm 
sperm burst forth. I swallowed and sucked harder. I wanted every last drop.  
I was not finished. I needed more. 

     "Turn around!"

      Karl turned. I pulled his butt to my face. My tongue swirled over and 
about his crack from his tail bone to his balls. I spread his cheeks and  
lashed at his asshole with saliva slopping licks, bearing deeper and deeper, 
licking until I was exhausted, then I laid back on the sofa and cried. Karl 
stroked and comforted me. 

      For the whole weekend we made love, exploring each other, kissing, 
hugging, fondling and sucking. Karl fucked a number of times.

     I moved in with Karl satisfying his sexual needs, he satisfying mine. We 
both were so much in love. 
                                                                              
     I graduated with a degree in art. Karl kept getting promotions. He's 
now senior architect for a famous New York firm. I'm a top clothing designer 
in San Francisco. I love the city and my job. I could not leave. Our breaking 
up was very hard. Now I cruise the gay bars in the Castro.  Maybe I'll meet 
you some day. Maybe you will be my next Karl. . 
                      

                                     THE END