Date: Fri, 2 Jun 2006 19:42:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: Me and My CIT - Chapter 6 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! Me and My CIT New Beginnings ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My mouth dropped open and I stared in surprise at the boy who looked like Harry Potter, who I'd met in the the highway rest area's men's room. Like me, he stood in my dorm room doorway, holding a couple of bags, gaping at me with surprise. As we looked at each other, "Harry" began to blush. His face also began to take on a frightened look. "You're Carl Gendron?" I asked incredulously, still shocked by this surprising development. As he blushed deeper red, his eyes met mine and he nodded slightly. I broke into a grin then and chuckled, as Carl stood rooted to the floor, looking more miserable by the second. "Well, I'm George Wyland. I guess we're gonna be roomies!" I said, still grinning. Then I waggled my eyebrows and added, "This might turn out to be even more fun than I thought it was gonna be!" Carl turned deeper red, and suddenly looked positively terrified. "Jeeze man," I said, realizing he was really upset. "You look like a scared rabbit! There's no need to be, and you don't have to be so embarrassed. Come on in, and dump your stuff! I promise - I don't bite!" I grinned again, but Carl didn't look any less spooked. "Carl!" I heard a woman calling from down the hallway. "My parents don't know about me!" Carl hissed, looking frantically at me. So that was it. He was scared I'd somehow 'out' him to his parents. Before I could reply and let him know I wouldn't, a woman, who was carrying a large box, appeared in the doorway. "Oh there you are!" she said. Then, she smiled when she saw me and said, "I'm Vicky Gendron, Carl's mother. And...." She glanced behind her into the hall, and as a man came into view, turned back to me, still smiling, and added, "this is my husband, Ken - Carl's dad. You must be George Wyland?" "Yes Maam," I said, smiling and stepping past Carl, who looked ready to vomit. Quickly I grabbed the box she was carrying. "Why thank you," She smiled, pleasantly. As I backed back into the room, Carl stepped aside a little, and his parents followed me into the room. "Pleased to meet you," Mr. Gendron said, smiling at me and holding his hand out. "I'm Ken Gendron." "George Wyland," I said, smiling and shaking Mr. Gendron's hand. "Pleased to meet you Sir." Mr. Gendron smiled warmly. Carl still looked stricken, although a little of the redness had faded from his face. "Listen," I said, looking at Carl. "You weren't here, so I just took this side of the room. Uh... if it's a problem, we can switch I suppose." Blushing slightly deeper again, Carl swallowed and said in a raspy voice, "That's fine." "Are you OK Honey?" Mrs. Gendron, asked, suddenly looking at her son with great concern. "I'm fine Mom," Carl answered in a bit stronger, but barely audible tone. "You don't look fine!" she said, stepping over and feeling his forehead. "Mom!" Carl pleaded, blushing deeper again. I chuckled and said, "You sound just like my mom. Give it up Carl - she'll never change!" Mr. Gendron chuckled and Mrs. Gendron smiled and said, "That's right! Listen to your roommate Carl! He sounds very smart!" As I chuckled, Carl looked at me and finally allowed a nervous, embarrassed smile. I winked at him. He appeared to relax just slightly. "So, you got more stuff to carry up?" I asked. "I'll help if you do. I've got all my stuff up here, already." "Well thank you George!" Mr. Gendron said, before Carl could reply. "We do have a few more things." "Cool! Drop your stuff Carl, and let's go finish getting you moved in!" I said. "Why don't you wait here Mrs. Gendron? We'll get everything else. Um... I'd offer you a drink, but I don't have one to offer - sorry. You didn't bring a refrigerator did you Carl?" "No," Carl answered, looking surprised by the change of topics, but happy that the focus was off how he looked. "OK, guess we'll have to run out later and get one. We're gonna need a place for sodas and such!" I said. I didn't see Mr. Gendron reach for his wallet. "Any idea how much they are?" he asked. "I saw them at home on sale for $70 or $80, but I wasn't sure if Carl had one," I said, as noticed him pull a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. "NO!" I cried, suddenly realizing he was going to give us the money for it. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it to sound like I wanted you to pay for it! I've got the money for it!" Mr. Gendron smiled and held the money out to Carl. "I insist!" he said, smiling at me. "Consider it our house warming gift! I know Carl was planning to get one anyway, unless you already had one too." "But -" I started to protest. "No arguments! Carl take the money!" Mr. Gendron said. Carl looked at his father, then glanced at me. "Carl!" his father said firmly. Carl looked back at his father, then reached out and took the money and looked over at me and shrugged slightly. "Thanks Dad," he said, softly. He looked at his father and smiled slightly. Feeling embarrassed, but seeing Carl take the money, all I could do was thank the Gendrons, which I did. "You're welcome!" Mr. Gendron said. "Now, how about we get the rest of Carl's things!" * * * We left Mrs. Gendron in our room then, and went down to their car to get more of Carl's things. As we walked down the hallway, Mr. Gendron moved at a quicker pace than Carl and I did. Soon he was quite a bit ahead of us, and I noticed that Carl was glancing furtively at me. I looked at him, smiled, and said, "Would you relax? Everything's cool! I won't 'out' you! And if you chill, we might even end up having a fun year together!" Carl studied me a moment, then seeing I was serious, he finally appeared to relax a little and allowed himself to smile slightly at me. "Thanks," he said, shyly. "No problem," I said. "And for the record, I'm completely in the closet too!" He looked surprised as I grinned at him, but then his smile broadened a little too, and he looked still a little more relaxed, but not completely yet. We quickened our pace then to catch up with his father. Since there were three of us, and he didn't have that much more stuff with him, we managed to make it up to the room with all the rest of Carl's things in one trip. When we got there, Mrs. Gendron was talking on a cell phone. As she and whoever she was talking with chattered on gaily, we entered the room quietly and set things down. * * * "Here George," she said cheerfully, a moment later, handing me what turned out to be my cell phone. "I hope you don't mind. I answered for you. It's your mom! You forgot to call her and let her know you'd arrived OK!" Blushing, I took the phone from Mrs. Gendron, who gave me a "don't let that happen again" look, that only a mother can muster up. "Hi Mom," I said, a little sheepishly. "Sorry I forgot to call. I was busy bringing my stuff up. And Carl and his parents arrived, just as I finished." "It's OK," Mom said. "It gave me a chance to get acquainted with Vicky." Vicky! So they were on a first name basis already! Obviously they'd hit it off! "OK," I said. "So... is everything OK on your end?" "Yup, everything's fine!" she said. "How about with you?" "Fine," I said. "Good," Mom said. "I know you're busy now, So I'll hang up, and talk to you another time. I just wanted to make sure you got there OK." "OK," I said. "Thanks." "You're welcome Honey," she said. "I love you." "Me too!" I said, blushing slightly. "Bye." "Bye," she said and hung up. As I hung up, Mrs. Gendron smiled at me and said, "You have a very nice mother! Make sure you give her a call every so often and let her know you're OK. And Carl, you call me too!" "Yes Mom," Carl said, looking at me and rolling his eyes a little. "OK 'Mom'!" I said, smirking slightly. Carl actually snorted and chuckled briefly, and Mrs. Gendron smiled happily at me. "How about we go get some lunch?" Mr. Gendron suggested. "That sounds wonderful dear!" Mrs. Gendron said. "Do you know of any good restaurants nearby George?" "Sorry, no," I said. "I just got here too." "Oh, of course you did," She said. "I'm sorry. Well come along boys. We'll find one I'm sure." Boys? Did she mean me too? Not sure, I decided to pretend I hadn't heard, and nodded at Carl and said, "Guess I'll catch you later." "No No! We want you to come with us George!" Mrs. Gendron said. "Uh... you want me to come too?" I asked, trying to sound surprised. "Of course," Mr. Gendron said, smiling jovially. "You're going to be Carl's roommate," Mrs. Gendron said. "So, you're going to be like part of the family!" I looked at Carl. He still looked a little nervous. He blushed slightly again, and looked at me with an almost apologetic look on his face. I smiled and said, "Wow! Thanks! Um... OK, I'll come.... but I'm paying my own way!" I was surprised when Carl snorted again suddenly, then looked at me and chuckled. "Now we'll have none of that! It's our treat George. Now come along!" Mrs. Gendron said firmly. Mr. Gendron turned, and smiling walked out the door. Smiling just as gaily, Mrs. Gendron quickly followed her husband out the door. "Are they always like this?" I asked, looking at Carl. He smiled shyly and nodded. "Sorry," he said softly. "Don't be," I said, grinning. "I think they're great! Your mom's just like mine!" Carl smiled a genuine smile then, and appeared to relax again, as we followed his parents out into the hallway. I still detected a slight nervousness about him though. * * * When we reached the parking lot, Mr. Gendron ushered us all to his car. He then drove us off campus and headed toward town. We hadn't driven too far when he noticed an Italian restaurant up ahead. He asked if that sounded OK, and since we all said it did, he turned into the parking lot when we reached it. We spent the next hour eating and visiting together. The Gendrons wanted to know all about me and my family. When I told them about how I'd spent the summer as a camp counselor, off on my own, in charge of a bunch of kids, Carl looked surprised, then impressed. He looked embarrassed again when his mother said that he'd never been away from home alone before like that. And although he'd worked at a McDonald's during his senior year, and over the summer, I also found out during the conversation that he didn't have his own car yet. I could tell this was a rather sore subject for him. As dinner progressed, I got an idea of what Carl's life had been like up until then, and it appeared to me that he'd lead a rather sheltered life, especially compared with mine. I began to understand why he seemed so timid and nervous about things. After we'd eaten, the Gendrons drove us back to campus. Mrs. Gendron was all set to come back up to our room, but her husband told her they should get going, so that the two of us could get settled in, and get to know each other a little ourselves. I noticed that Carl suddenly looked both relieved, and more nervous again at the same time. "But-" Mrs. Gendron started to say. "Vicky! It's time!" Mr. Gendron said, firmly. "Your baby's a man now. You have to let him go out on his own!" Carl blushed deeply, and Mrs. Gendron looked stricken. "I'm gonna head up to our room," I said, figuring I should give Carl and his parents some privacy. "Thank you so much for dinner, and for the money for the refrigerator too! Next time you visit, we'll have drinks on hand for you!" "You're very welcome George!" Mr. Gendron said, smiling broadly at me. "It was very nice to meet you, and I hope to see you again soon!" He reached back and we shook hands. Mrs. Gendron, tried to smile, but I could see the stress on her face. Never-the-less, she leaned back and grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into an awkward hug over the seat. "Make sure you and Carl take good care of yourselves, and each other!" she said. I could see tears in her eyes. Smiling, I hugged her a little tighter, and said, "Carl'll be fine! We'll have each other's backs! That's what roommates are for!" "Thank you George!" She said, her smile trembling. "And please - feel free to come visit with Carl any time!" "Thanks, I'll do that sometime I'm sure!" I said. I looked at Carl and said, "I'm heading up. See ya in a few." "OK," Carl said. He looked both grateful and relieved that I was giving them some privacy, and nervous that his parents were leaving him. I got out of the car then, and walked around front of it, and headed for the door into the dorm building. As I reached the door, I turned and waved, then I entered the building. * * * A few minutes later, as I was re-arranging some things on a shelf over my bed, Carl walked into our room. He still looked nervous. I was beginning to wonder if he was chronically nervous. "Um... sorry about my parents," he said, sheepishly, as he stood uncertainly near the door. "What's to be sorry about?" I said. "Your parents are great! A lot of people would kill to have parents like them! And, my mom's a lot like your's. So you don't need to apologize for your parents!" "Thanks," he said, smiling a little, his redness fading. "You can come into the rest of the room," I said, smiling as I noticed he was still hovering by the doorway. "Not that there's much more room to come into! But... it's your room too!" "Oh - sorry," Carl said, flashing a quick, sheepish smile. Uncertainly, he walked over and sat down on the edge of his bed then, and looked around the room a little. "Man, you need to relax a little! You weren't this nervous back in that men's room earlier today!" I said, smirking a little at him. "And stop apologizing to me for things that don't need one!" Carl glanced at me, but quickly averted his gaze, when he saw me looking him in the eye. Again he blushed. I spun around and dropped my legs over the edge of the bed, so I was facing him. "We gotta talk man!" I said. "What're you so nervous for?" Carl looked up at me. He looked surprised that I was being so pointed, and again he blushed deeper red. "I'm sorry," he said, meeting my gaze finally. "I'm kind of shy around new people!" "So I noticed," I said. "But we're gonna be living on top of each other this year. You're gonna have to get past being shy and nervous around me at least. Besides, I'm really a pretty easy guy to get along with!" Carl smiled slightly, but as I continued looking at him, he averted his gaze again, and said softly, "Well, once I get to know you, it won't be a problem anymore." "OK, good," I said. "So... let's get to know each other!" Carl looked back at me, surprised again. "Seriously, let's talk," I said. "I know we talked about ourselves at dinner with your rents, but there's a lot of things we didn't talk about yet. Maybe if we tell each other more about ourselves, it'll help relax you a little." Carl looked hesitantly at me, but then said, "OK." "cool!" I said. "I'll go first... why don't you ask me something you want to know about me?" "OK," he said. He looked at me for a minute, obviously thinking, but didn't ask anything. "There must be something you want to know about me," I said. The left corner of Carl's mouth turned upward slightly, and he blushed a little again. "Um... I'm not sure what to ask," he said. "We really already talked about a lot of things at the restaurant." It was true, we had pretty much covered all the usual things people learn about each other. There was one topic, which obviously because his parents were there, we hadn't covered though. I suspected it might be what was causing Carl to feel awkward around me too. I decided we might as well get it out in the open. "OK," I said. "Well, there's something I was wondering about you." "What?" he asked. "Well..." I said, grinning at him. "Remember back at the rest stop, when I suggested you take care of your boner - like I did... I wondered if you did after I left?" Poor Carl stared at me, scandalized, for a moment, as his face rapidly turned maroon. After a couple seconds, he looked down at the floor. "Oh come on!" I said, a little impatiently. "You knew I'd have to ask! And, you don't have to get so embarrassed about it. Christ! You were in the men's room the whole time I was beating off in the stall! I know you heard me!" Not having much choice after I'd admonished him, Carl looked back up at me. Some of the redness drained from his face. He still looked a little stricken though. "So -" I said. "Enquiring minds want to know! Did ya go jack off too after I left?" Carl looked at me for a minute. I expect he was probably trying to decide whether or not I'd suddenly turn on him and make fun of him if he admitted to doing something naughty to himself. As I stared back, expectantly at him, he finally gave a slight nod, and of course, as was apparently normal for him, he again turned darker red. I immediately grinned broadly and said "Ha! I knew you'd have to too! Good man!" Seeing that I wasn't going to make fun of him, a slight smile appeared on Carl's lips, and his color began to fade a little. Carl abruptly looked anxious again though when I said, "Seriously, if we hadn't been in such a public place, maybe we could've helped each other out." I was a little surprised when he seemed to withdraw into his shell again suddenly after I said that. No gay guy had ever behaved that way before when I'd spoken suggestively to him, so I was a little confused. "Um...do you have a boyfriend or something?" I asked, wondering if he was worried about possibly ruining a relationship he was in, if he wasn't careful around me. "No," he said, his attitude not changing much. "You are gay, right? I mean... back at the rest stop, I was certain... and then you said how your parents didn't know..." I said. Carl looked even more upset then. He looked at me for a moment, but then nodded slightly and said, "Please don't tell anyone!" "Hey!" I said, figuring then that he was scared of getting 'outted'. "Like I said earlier, I'm in the closet too! So we both have to be careful! I promise, I won't tell a soul about you, and I hope you'll promise not to tell about me!" "I won't," he said, looking more relieved, but still a little nervous. "OK," I said. "So we know we're both gay. We've agreed not to blow each other's cover! And you said you're not seeing anyone. I'm not either. So... since we're gonna be living together like this - all alone - um... maybe we can have a little fun together?" I smiled hopefully at Carl, who suddenly looked terrified. Realizing how upset he was, I quickly said, "but we don't have to if you don't want to!" Carl blushed deeply, but looked a little relieved. "If you're worried that I have an STD or something, you don't have to be. I'm clean!" I added, thinking maybe that was the problem. "I'm not worried about that," Carl said, still looking distressed. "Do you have an STD?" I asked, wondering suddenly. "NO!" he cried, looking up at me. He looked like he was afraid I wouldn't believe him. "OK, relax," I said. "I couldn't possibly have one! I've never even had sex!" he burst out suddenly. For a split second his face didn't change. Then, he suddenly looked horror-stricken when he realized he'd just told me he was a virgin. Immediately he looked down at the floor, as his ears again turned bright red. I smiled, as I realized that was probably what the problem was. "Hey!" I said, reaching over and squeezing Carl's shoulder. "It's OK! There's no reason to be upset about being a virgin!" "How would you know?" he asked, not looking up. "You're not one too are you?" "Well, no," I admitted. "I'm probably the only virgin on campus!" he muttered miserably. I chuckled and said, "I rather doubt that." Carl looked up at me then and said, "I was the only senior in my school who was still a virgin - except for the special Ed kids! And even some of them had had sex already!" "Well..., if it's your virginity that's causing you stress," I said. "I'll help you lose it if you want!" Carl's eyes grew huge, and he seemed to shrink back from me a little. He looked terrified again. "But if you don't want to do anything, we don't have to either!" I said. I was beginning to feel annoyed by his perpetual skittishness. I decided to be nice yet though and added, "I do happen to think you're cute as hell though, and certainly wouldn't showing you the ropes! But only if you want to!" I gave his shoulder another squeeze, then let go of him and sat back up straighter. Glancing down, I could see Carl had at least a semi going in his crotch. I had one myself, and seeing his caused me to harden some more. After a minute, Carl finally said, "I-it's not that I don't think you're cute and all... it's... I... well.. I don't think I'm quite rea - I mean - I don't think we know each other that well yet! Thanks anyway though!" To say I was surprised at his response, was an understatement. I thought for sure Carl would've accepted my offer. "Oh!" was all I could reply at first. After a moment, I added, "OK. I just thought I'd offer." "Um.. well thanks.. but.. I can't," he said, blushing and averting his glance from mine again. "OK," I said, resignedly. "I guess I'm gonna finish getting settled in then.". "Me too!" Carl said. He got up and picked up a suit case and put it on his bed. I was already mostly set up, so I turned my attention to setting up my laptop. We each worked silently then on getting our things put away as we wanted them. "Maybe this is gonna turn out to be a big bust, instead of a fun year!" I thought sadly to myself, as I glanced at Carl as he busied himself putting his clothes away. * * * After a while, I began feeling tired. I looked at my watch and saw it was going on midnight. Yawning, I said, "I'm beat, I'm getting ready for bed." I went into the bathroom then and peed and brushed my teeth. When I came out, Carl was just finishing getting his bed made up. Mine was ready to crawl into. I pulled off my T-shirt, and pushed my sneakers off with my toes. Then I reached down and pulled off my socks. As I unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans, I noticed that Carl was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I also noticed a lump developing in his crotch again. Ignoring him, I shoved my jeans down and kicked them off my feet. Then, without thinking, I pushed my boxers down and kicked them off too. As I did, I heard Carl's breath catch. I looked up at him, and saw he was staring at me. More precisely, he was staring at my crotch. I decided to ignore his reaction and simply said, "good-night", then climbed naked into my bed and turned my light out. "Night," he replied, in a strained voice. As he headed for the bathroom then, I noticed the bulge in his crotch was sticking out even further. "Damn!" I muttered, as I felt my dick beginning to fill with blood. Carl was gone for a few minutes. When he finally returned he was red-faced, and breathing a little heavily. I thought he looked a little sweaty too. He was still wearing his boxers, but there was no longer a lump in the front of them. "Great! He jacked off by himself!" I thought, as my dick flexed. "What a waste!" Carl left his boxers on as he climbed into his bed. Once he was in it, he turned out his light and said "good-night" again. "Night," I replied. We both lay quietly in our beds then. As I lay there, listening to the sounds in the room, and the building itself, I felt a little depressed that Carl was turning out to be so strange. I'd hoped for a roommate who'd be fun to hang out with. I'd actually expected to get a straight guy for a roommate, who I'd have to hide my gay tendencies from. Then, when I'd gotten Carl, and knew he was gay, I'd thought how great it was going to be. Instead, it now seemed like I'd have been better off with a straight guy, who was at least fun to be with, after all. AFter a few minutes, I heard soft snoring coming from Carl's bed. Looking over I saw he was laying on his side, facing away from me too. I was still rock hard, and there was no prospect of getting to sleep in that state. Quietly, I leaned over the edge of the bed and picked up my boxers. Then I rolled back onto my bed. I pushed the bed covers down, and laid my boxers on my belly and chest. Then I took my dick in my hand and began pumping it. It only took me a couple minutes to work up my orgasm. As Carl snored on, I gasped softly several times in rapid succession, as I blew my load all over my underwear. When my spasms ended, I smiled a little with relief, as my body finally relaxed. Quietly, I balled up my shorts and dropped them back on the floor. Then, I rolled over and went to sleep. * * * The next morning, when I woke up, I was on my side, facing Carl's bed. As my eyes opened, I saw his close quickly. He was laying on his side too - facing me, and had apparently been watching me. "I know you're awake!" I said, my voice sounding thick with sleep yet. As I yawned, Carl opened his eyes, and as usual, blushed. "Morning," I said. "Morning," he replied. As we laid looking at each other for a moment, I became aware of two facts. One - I had to piss like a race horse! And, two - I had serious morning wood! And there was no way I was going to get up and get to the bathroom without Carl seeing me that way! My bladder was about to burst though, so I had no choice! "Fuck it!" I thought to myself. "Let the jerk see what he's missing!" Out loud I said, "Fuck I gotta piss like a race horse!" With that, I shoved the covers down and got up, and ran to the bathroom, with my hardon bouncing up and down in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carl's eyes grow huge, as they fastened onto my dick. A moment later, as I bent forward over the toilet and held my dick down so it was pointing into it, I smiled to myself as the image of the shocked and arroused look on Carl's face remained in my mind's eye. I had to push with the muscles around my bladder, but I was finally able to force my pee out. By the time I was done, my hardon was softening a little. I realized then, that I had to take a shit as well, so I turned and folded my dick down and sat down. A minute later, I'd pushed out a massive piece of shit and wiped myself. I decided since I was already in the bathroom, I might as well shower. As I soaped up in the shower, I thought about my day's plans. I was going to go see Joey after lunch! I couldn't wait! I hoped there'd be somehow I could get him alone, so we could have sex! As I thought about sliding my lubed dick deep up into Joey's warm, firm anal canal, my dick quickly hardened again. I lathered it up good, then set the bar of soap down. Within a second, I was sliding my hand up and down my rod, as in my imagination, I was sliding my dick in and out of Joey. Within less than a minute, my orgasm began building, and a few seconds later, I was gasping and blowing globs of cum all over the shower wall! I felt much more relaxed as I stepped out of the shower a minute or two later. When I emerged into our room, after having dried off, I found Carl fully dressed, making his bed. "You don't shower in the morning?" I asked, taking off the towel I'd wrapped around me, fully exposing myself again in front of Carl. "Uh... sometimes. I uh thought I'd shower later today though," He said. I noticed that his eyes kept glancing at my crotch, and that his own crotch was beginning to stick out a little. Smiling to myself, I took my time getting my clothes out of my dresser, and made sure I turned my back to Carl and bent over at one point, so he'd have a good view of my ass as well. By the time I was pulling on a pair of clean boxers, Carl was flushed and seriously tenting his jeans. "Wanta get some grub, then go buy that fridge?" I asked. Carl was so distracted by my nakedness, that he didn't answer immediately. When he realized I was waiting for an answer, and noticed that he was checking me out, he blushed deeply and said, "um... sorry, uh yeah - that sounds fine!" I smirked and said, "It's OK to look if you want! It'll give ya something to jack off over later!" Poor Carl looked at me pitifully, as he gulped and turned red as a beet. I just smiled saucily back at him, and bent to put on my jeans. Carl quickly turned and went into the bathroom. I heard him brushing his teeth. A minute later, as I was finishing dressing, the toilet flushed. Carl emerged then, still a little red-faced. "Let's go then," I said, deciding to ignore what had happened a couple minutes earlier. Carl smiled slightly and looked relieved. His redness began to fade. I changed the subject to food, and we left then for our first visit to the student union - to see how the food was. * * * Breakfast was pretty good actually. The food was OK, and Carl and I actually had a normal conversation, mostly about the school itself, registration for classes, and getting books. When we'd finished eating, I suggested we head for Sears, which wasn't too far away, and try and get our refrigerator, before they were all sold out. He was agreeable, so, we went directly to my car and took off. We lucked out and got one of only two small refrigerators that were left. Since Carl's father had given him the money for the refrigerator, I decided to buy a small microwave, and a coffee maker, both of which Carl thought were good ideas. We went back to the school then, stopping at a grocery store along the way for sodas, snacks, coffee, half & half, and other things we thought we needed. Back in our dorm room, we quickly got everything set up. When we were finished, it was time for me to get going, to go see Joey. I hadn't told Carl I was leaving for a while. He was surprised, and actually looked a little sad I thought. I explained to him about Joey being my camp CIT. "I'd offer to bring you along," I said. "But, I think Joey'll want me all to himself!" "That's OK," Carl said, in an unconvincing tone. "I've got stuff to do anyway." "OK, see ya then," I said. "Bye," Carl said, still looking a little sad as I walked out of our room. I felt kind of bad for him, but my excitement over seeing Joey soon took over my mind. It also started my dick tingling. * * * 20 minutes later, I walked up the front steps of Joey's house. "GEORGE!" Joey cried, as he opened the door, moments after I'd rung the bell. Jubilantly, he launched himself at me and threw his arms around me. Laughing, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Told you it wouldn't be long 'til we saw each other again!" I said. "Seems like a whole year!" Joey said, squeezing me tightly. "Well, Hello George!" Joey's mother said, as she walked up behind him. "How are you?" "I'm fine Mrs. Wagnall, how are you?" I said, smiling, as Joey finally released me and stepped back. "Fine thank you," she replied. "I guess I don't have to tell you that Joey's missed you!" Chuckling I said, "No, I guess it's rather obvious. I missed though too!" I winked at Joey, whose grin broadened even further. "C'mon in!" Joey said, reaching out and grabbing my wrist and beginning to pull me in the door. "OK OK!" I said, grinning, and following him inside. "I'd love to stay and visit a few minutes," Mrs. Wagnall said. "But I'm running late for a luncheon with some friends, so I'm afraid you two will have to amuse yourselves! There's plenty of food in the refrigerator and cupboards. You know where everything is Joey, so you two help yourselves, and have a fun visit. I don't know if you'll still be here when I get back George, but in case you're not, it was nice seeing you again." "Nice seeing you too," I said, grinning. As you can imagine, my dick was throbbing after hearing that Joey and I were being left on our own! Looking down at Joey's crotch, I saw the tip of his dick straining against the fabric of his jeans too. I noticed as his mother tried to hug him, he pushed only his shoulders forward, so his lower body didn't come into contact with her's. "OK, I'm off then!" she said, cheerily, and she picked up her purse and a wrapped gift and headed for the door. "Bye," we both called after her. "Bye, Have fun!" she called over her shoulder, as she opened the door. A moment later, she was gone. I looked at Joey and he grinned and reached for my crotch. Grinning back at him, I reached for his and gave him a squeeze, just as he squeezed mine. "God I've missed you!" he sighed, smiling happily. "Me too!" I said, grinning at him. "How 'bout we go up to my room?" Joey said, as we heard Mrs. Wagnall's car pulling out of the driveway. "Sounds great!" I said. "C'mon then!" he said, dropping my genitals. He turned then, and my hand fell away from him as well. Quickly he headed for the stairs. I followed him. * * * Joey had a nice room, with a full-size bed, night stand, dresser, desk, and some floor to ceiling shelves, that were cluttered with an array of books, old toys, games, a couple of stuffed animals, 3 or 4 small sports trophies, and other assorted items you'd generally find in a boy's room. I didn't notice, but by the time I'd taken a minute to look around Joey's room, he'd stripped completely. "COME ON! Get naked already!" he cried. When I turned and looked at him, he was standing completely nude. His dick, the tip of which looked moist, was sticking straight out at me. I laughed, but quickly began stripping too. The moment I was undressed, Joey fell on his knees in front of me and sucked my cock into his mouth. "Ohhhh!!!!" I groaned with pleasure, as he began sucking up and down on me. I couldn't believe how great Joey's soft, hot, wet mouth felt. As he slid up and down my stiff rod, I felt one of his hands grasp the base of my dick and begin masturbating me as well. Then, a moment later, one of his fingers of his other hand probed me between my ass cheeks. I tried to relax a little, to allow him access. He expertly slid his finger further inbetween my cheeks, until he made contact with my anus, which he then began massaging. The dual sensations he was giving me felt heavenly! Joey had only been working on me for about a half minute or so, when he surprised me by pulling off my dick. I was a little disappointed he'd stopped so soon. What he was doing had felt awesome! Looking up at me, in a breathless voice, he said "I want you to fuck me!" Before I could answer, he got up and pulled my hand, leading me to his bed. There, he reached over and opened the drawer to his night stand and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly and handed it to me. Then, he flopped down on his bed on his back, and immediately drew up his legs, hooking his hands behind his knees, which fully opened his cheeks and completely exposed his rosebud to me. Smiling, I dropped down on the bed beneath him, leaned down, and began licking gently around Joey's dark pink pucker. As I washed him with my tongue, I heard his breathing become more labored, as he apparently became more arroused. "OOOohhh!!" he gasped, as I began lapping gently at his hole itself. "FUccckkk!!" he squeaked a moment later, when I began licking deftly at his anus. Joey intermittently moaned softly and breathed heavily as I licked over and over his hole for a few seconds. Then he groaned deeply, as I formed my tongue into a spear and pushed it gently through his sphincter, and began tongue-fucking him. Joey moaned and trembled with pleasure as I slid my tongue in and out of his rectum for a half minute or so. As I tongue-fucked him, I unscrewed the cap to the KY, squirted some into my hand, and slathered it over my hard dick. By the time I was lubed up, Joey's hole seemed open enough for my dick as well, so I pulled my face away from him, and crawled into position, so that the tip of my dick was touching his opening. "Ready?" I asked. He grinned and nodded. Smiling, I slowly pushed forward. His face immediately took on a serious look, as my dick began stretching his sphincter open. "Mmm!!" Joey grunted, as I felt him suddenly open up, and the head of my cock popped into him. His sphincter tightened involuntarily for a second, squeezing my shaft, just behind the glans. I paused in that position for a moment, then when I felt Joey's ring relax, I slowly started sliding deeper inside him. He breathed in slowly and closed his eyes as my rod slid further and further into his body. When I finally came to rest with my pubic bone pressed up against him, and the tip of my dick shoved up against his intestinal walls, he gave a soft pleasureful moan. I waited for a minute again, so Joey could get used to the feeling of having all of me inside him. I could see he was enjoying the feeling of being 'filled', because a smile spread over his lips. When I figured he was relaxed and used to my presence, I slowly began withdrawing my dick. When it was almost all the way out of him, I reversed and slowly plunged back down into him. "MMmmmm..." he moaned happily. Slowly then, I began fucking Joey, sliding almost fully out of him, and shoving myself fully back into him with each stroke. Joey moaned happily every so often, and gave a slight pleasureful grunt each time I became fully embedded in him again. After a minute, he opened his eyes, and looked into mine. His nostrils were flaring a little. Smiling slightly, he said, "Go faster now." Smiling back at him, I gradually, but steadily increased my pace. Joey's moans of pleasure started coming quicker, as I reached a moderate fucking pace. His hand reached for his penis then and he began masturbating, keeping time with my strokes. Shortly, Joey began looking even more arroused, as I pistoned up and down, plowing in and out of his asshole. He began breathing in and out in small gasps, and his hips began rocking up and down to meet my thrusts. His moans became more frantic. I knew he was getting ready to cum. This added to my excitement, and I began to feel my own orgasm building as well then. After a few seconds, Joey suddenly gasped, and I felt his asshole clamp hard around my dick. With a loud groan Joey blew a string of jism out the end of his cock then, which arced through the air and landed on his chest. As his anal ring relaxed, my climax suddenly began. With a gasp, I began flooding Joey's insides with semen, groaning with joy too. "Awww!!!" Joey gasped, and his asshole clenched my cock again. It released me just in time for me to blow another load up his ass. I kept on wildly fucking Joey, as the two of us continued spasming ecstatically for the next few seconds. Soon, Joey's orgasm began to fade, and he began to relax a little. I continued fucking him, but at a slower pace, as he gave a couple more shudders, as the final spasms of his orgasm swept over him. A moment after his orgasm finally ended, I too ejaculated a final bit of cum deep inside Joey. "Wow!" Joey gasped, finally letting go of his penis. "Yeah!" I said, smiling down at him. I leaned back and down a little then, and was able to push my head down to Joey's chest. Smiling, I licked up a streak of his cum, and savored the flavor, as it permeated my mouth. "Mmmm...." I said. "I've missed your flavor!" "So it still tastes good?" he asked, grinning at me. I grinned and lowered my face to his, and kissed him open-mouthed, so he could taste his own essence. He responded hungrily, kissing me back. Joey smiled up at me as I pulled out of our kiss. Then, I sank down on top of him and drilled my dick as deeply into him as possible, while I hugged him tightly to me. Joey moaned and squirmed about a little under me, but then he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly to him as well. We remained in our embrace for a few minutes, savoring our "togetherness" before I finally released him, sat up, and carefully extracted my dick from his ass. "Eww..." he said, as I climbed off him. "We better wash up!" Smiling, I agreed. He got up then too, and we went to the bathroom, where we shared a warm, soapy wash cloth to wash our chests, my dick, and Joey's ass off. Afterward, we returned to Joey's room and laid down on the bed again. We talked then for a few minutes, until I noticed that Joey was hard again. "How about a nice leisurely '69' now?" I suggested. Grinning, Joey didn't answer. Instead he just waggled his eyebrows at me, then spun around so his head was in front of my crotch, and his crotch was in front of my face. Grinning too, I reached for his stiff tool, as he reached for mine. We went down on one another then. For a while then, we sucked leisurley on each other, enjoying each other's gentle tongue-action. Eventually, Joey began to finger my asshole, so I snaked my finger between his cheeks and went after his as well. We continued sucking on each other then, and fingering each other's holes, until neither of us could stand the pent up sexual pressure any longer. I was the first to break. With a groan, I suddenly blew a load of cum deep into Joey's mouth. A moment later, I he groaned as well, and I felt a glob of thick liquid hit my tonsils, and the flavor of his semen spread quickly through my mouth. The two of us continued sucking and fingering each other for several more seconds then, each moaning happily, as we pumped each other's mouths full of our love juice. When it was over, we pulled off each other and looked at each other, grinning with sloppy lips, as we panted for breath. Joey and I spent the next few hours after that intermittently resting and then happily pleasuring one another again, as soon as we were able to get hard again. After we'd each had 6 or 7 orgasms, I suggested we get cleaned up and dressed. My balls ached, and I knew Joey's mother would be coming home soon. Reluctantly, he agreed. We went to the bathroom and washed up, then got dressed. Then, he showed me the rest of the house, and we had a snack. We lingered in the kitchen talking for a while then. About the time I was deciding I should probably get going, I noticed a lump had returned to Joey's crotch. Almost as if he sensed I was getting ready to go, he looked at me with hopeful eyes and said, "George! Would you fuck me once more yet! Pleeeaase!" Instantly I felt an erection starting in my crotch then too. I looked at my watch, and saw it was relatively early yet. The only thing I was really worried about was Joey's mother coming home. "Your mom might come home at any minute," I said. "She's gonna be gone a while yet!" he said. "She was going house hunting with a friend who just got engaged, and then they were going out to eat." "Oh," I said. "Listen," Joey said. "I saw a clip from a porn film on-line the other day. It looked pretty erotic. I was wondering if you'd want to try it. It's a position we haven't done before. Obviously they're both naked. One guy picks the other up in his arms, and sets him down on his dick and slides up into him, then pushes the other guy's back up against a wall and fucks him standing there, while the one being fucked wraps his legs around the other one. They did it in a kitchen, and used olive oil for lube!" "And you wanta try this?" I said, raising my eyebrows a little. "Uh huh," Joey said, looking hopefully at me. His nostrils were flaring slightly, and I could see he was really turned on by the idea. "OK, I guess we can try it!" I said. "But... maybe we should try it up in your room, in case your mom comes home early!" "Cool!" Joey said, grinning. He looked serious again then and added "And... we can just use KY. That olive oil made a big mess!" "OK," I said, grinning. He grinned again too. We went back upstairs to Joey's room then, and got naked. By then, both of us were completely horned up again. Grinning, Joey got the KY and surprised me by squirting some into his hand, and lubing my cock for me. Of course, his hand felt great! Once I was slicked up good, he wiped the excess lube from his hand between his ass cheeks. Joey looked around then for a moment, then said, "I guess we can do it up against the closet door." "OK," I said, following him over to his closet. Joey made sure the door was shut tightly, then turned his back to it and said, "OK, pick me up!" Smiling, I reached behind Joey and grabbed the underside of his asscheeks, one in each hand, and he grabbed my shoulders. Then, as I started to lift him up off the floor, he leaped up a little and picked up his legs, and wrapped them around me. As his body came up against me, my dick was pushed up against my belly, so I had to lift Joey higher up, until it sprang back out from between us. Then, I gently lowered Joey toward my dick. Of course it wasn't pointing upward anymore. It was just sticking out straight from my body. "Hang on," Joey said. "This happened in the film too." He let go of one of my shoulders then and reached down under him. He grabbed my cock then and directed it at his hole. As he sat down on it, his breath caught, and a pained expression crossed his face just as I felt myself sliding through his sphincter. He didn't stop though, until he was completely impaled on my dick. "You OK?" I asked, as he finally let go of my dick. He winced slightly and pulled himself up a little, then wrapped his hands around my neck, and tightened his hold on me with his legs. "Uh huh," he said. "Just give it a minute, then start." "OK," I said, smiling at him. I waited for a minute then, until Joey finally said, "OK, go!" Slowly I began to pick him up off me a little, then after he was part way off me, I let him settle back down. He groaned as the head of my dick pressed against his inner walls. Again I picked him up and let him settle back onto me. It wasn't as easy as it seemed to fuck in that position, but Joey seemed to enjoy how deeply I was buried inside him. As if he was reading my mind, Joey said, "You need to back me up against the door yet!" "Oh yeah," I said, smiling. I backed Joey up against the door then, and held him there. As he gripped me with his legs and arms, I held on tight to him as well, then began thrusting my hips up and down a little, fucking him. With Joey up against the door, I had more support and was able to fuck him easier. Soon, both of us were grunting and groaning with pleasure, as we became lost in our shared pleasure. "Can you go any faster?" Joey gasped, after a minute. I started pounding into Joey as fast and as hard as I could then, considering I was standing, holding up both our combined weights. Joey's groans grew louder and came closer together. He hooked his chin over my shoulder then and clung tightly to me. I could feel his hot breath in my ear, and hear each tiny grunt and moan he made. His extreme arousal was clearly evident by his tone, and by his grip on me. As I continued holding him against the closet door, fucking him the best I could, I began to feel my orgasm building up. I could tell Joey's was building too. In fact, he was already whimpering the way he did sometimes, when he was fighting to hold his climax off, until I was ready to cum too. "AAAWWWWWWWOOOHHH!!!" I groaned suddenly, as I shot a river of cum out my dick, injecting it deep up inside Joey. "MMmmmmmmmmm!!!!" he groaned then, and I felt his arms tighten around me, then his asshole clamped my dick for a second, and he squirted a glob of warm jism out his cock, which oozed between our sweaty bellies, making us even slipperier. "Mmmmmmmm!!!" I groaned, blowing more cum up Joey's ass. He groaned again and the wet, stickiness between us got slicker. I continued fucking Joey, and we both spasmed a few more times, before our orgasms finally ended. "Holy Fuck!" Joey exclaimed, as he clung to me tightly yet when it was over. "Fuck yeah," I agreed. My knees felt weak, so holding onto Joey tightly, I stepped back and turned so that I was able to fall back onto Joey's bed. "AAAAAAAwww!!!" he gasped, as my dick slammed against his intestinal walls when I sat down with him still impaled on me. "Shit! You OK?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "It surprised me more than anything." "Oh, OK," I said. I laid back on the bed then, and Joey leaned over me and laid down on top of me. We laid there that way for a minute, heaving for breath. As we did, I thought I felt dribbles of wetness running down the side of my dick. I wondered if my cum was leaking around my dick, and back out of Joey. "Son of a bitch, we're messy!" Joey exclaimed after a minute, as he finally let go of me and pushed up off me, so our stomachs parted. "Yeah!" I said, smiling. We heard a car then and saw headlights flash on the wall as it pulled into the driveway. "Shit! It's Mom!" Joey cried. Frantically he started to get up. As he did, he ripped his asshole off my dick, which suddenly felt cold as the air hit it. We both got up off the bed then. "Ewww!" Joey complained, reaching down and wiping at the backs of his thighs. "Here!" I said, reaching for the kleenex box, ripping a wad of tissues from it, and handing them to him. Grinning, he thanked me and quickly wiped his belly dry. Then he reached for his ass, and pushing it out behind him a little, he gave it a swipe, wiping my cum and the KY jelly off. I grabbed more Kleenex and wiped my belly too, then wrapped the tissues around my cock and pulled, taking most of the slime off me. "Have to shower later I guess," Joey muttered. "Yup," I agreed. Quickly, we both started dressing then. "Boys! I'm home!" Mrs. Wagnall hollered up the stairs. "OK," Joey cried. "We'll be right down!" Quickly we finished dressing. Joey stowed his KY, and straightend the bed. Then, we headed back downstairs. Mrs. Wagnall asked if we'd had fun, and we both assured her we had. She said, her luncheon, house hunting, and dinner had been fun too. We talked a couple minutes longer, then I decided I'd best be getting back to school. Joey looked sad. "I'll see you soon again!" I said, winking at him. "Come over as often as you'd like," Mrs. Wagnall said, smiling. "Thanks!" I said. I looked at Joey then and added, "I'll call you once classes are started and I know my schedule. Then we can set something up!" "OK," he said, a little glumly yet. I grinned and reached over and mussed his hair, then pulled him into a quick hug. "I'll see you soon," I said, smiling. "OK, Bye George!" he said, smiling. "Bye!" I said. "Bye Mrs. Wagnall!" "Bye George! Thanks for everything!" she replied. I left then. * * * It wasn't too late when I got back to the school, so I was surprised when I looked up at our room window when I pulled into the parking lot, and it looked dark. As I walked toward the building though, I thought I saw a little dim light seeping out around the edges of the curtain. When I got to our room, I saw that I'd been right. There was a bar of dim light coming out from under our door. I listened a moment, but didn't hear anything. I wondered if maybe Carl was asleep. In case he was, I stuck the key in the lock as quietly as I could, and unlocked the door quietly as well. When I opened the door, my eyes flew open in surprise! Carl was lying on his bed, completely naked. He had his legs pulled up a little and one hand wrapped around his cock, which he was pumping up and down. He was reaching for his ass with his other hand, and had a couple fingers stuffed into his crack as if he was fingering his hole as he jacked off. "OH!!!" I said, completely surprised to find him that way. Carl looked up at me. At first all he registered was a completely shocked look. Then, typical of him, he immediately turned purple, as he lay there motionless, still holding his dick in his hand, and with his fingers stuck in his ass. As he looked at me, an extremely mortified look came over him... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter of this story will be published shortly...