Date: Sat, 5 Apr 2008 17:18:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: fantomfun@yahoo.com
Subject: Dog Heaven

Dog Heaven
by Fantomfun

*Disclaimer - All names, events, and locations in this story are completely
fictional; any resemblance to real people is completely unintentional. If
you are under 18 (or the legal age in your state/country) or do not like
this kind of story please leave now.*


6:30 in the morning.  I stumbled barely awake through what had already
become my morning routine.  Somehow I found an empty stall in the shower
room.  I cranked the hot water and placed my palms against the marble.  In
a meditative state, with the water pouring over my head, I found myself
thinking about what my roommate Tuffy had told me the night before about
his family.  It turns out his mother suffered from some sort of post
traumatic stress thing from her childhood: she'd been dog deprived.  And
she'd figured out a way to lay the demons of her childhood to rest at the
expense of her own children.  Not only had she given my roommate a dog's
name, she'd managed to convince her husband to let her name Tuffy's older
sister Fifi and his older brother Rover.  Some people's parents.

I toweled off.  When I wiped my face I noticed the towel was a little rank.
Time to do the laundry.  I wrapped it around my torso and walked back to my
dorm room.  Tuffy was sitting on his bed, unshaven chin resting in his huge
paws, looking dejected.  He was spiffy in a black turtleneck, new jeans,
and clunky black Docs--at seven in the morning.  Nice guy, but what a
poser.  He was staring at the computer screen on his desk.

"What's the problem man?"  I said without hesitating.  We had a pretty
close relationship, I guess, though we'd only known each other a month or
so.

"Fucking poem for my creative writing class.  It's a piece of shit."  No
wonder he was so down.  He really fancied himself a good writer.  He was
probably being hard on himself and the thing was just fine--fine enough for
a second-year creative writing class anyway.  But he obviously needed some
ego massaging.

We weren't shy around each other, so I undid the towel and dried my hair
some more.  It takes longer to dry my shaggy mop of black hair.  I crossed
to his side of the room and said, "How good does it have to be?  Don't they
believe in first drafts in that class?"  He looked up and grinned, craters
for dimples.  That goofy smile, that spiky brown hair with the bleached
tips, that diamond stud in his ear--he thought we were in L.A. or
something, but I could see the cornfields from our dorm window.

I continued drying myself and started to throw a little bone, so I whipped
my towel back on.  I walked over to my own closet, got the deodorant out,
and raised my arms over my head one at a time while I continued to talk him
down.

"Hey, I read your other stuff.  Good work.  Pithy, pretty.  I'm sure you've
got more of the same there.  Let me have a look."  I put the deodorant back
and walked over to his side of the room again.  I leaned with one hand on
his desk and stared at him, raising an eyebrow meaningfully, waiting for
his permission to read.

"You wouldn't know a good poem if it slapped you in the fucking face."  He
perked up a little as he said that.  In just four weeks I'd noticed that
Tuffy comes to life when he starts swearing.  After a good `fuck' his big
green eyes really sparkle.  "You might as well read it anyway.  Shit.
Can't hurt to have another person look at it before I hand it in."  He
waved dismissively at the computer screen.

I nodded, slid around the desk and bent over for a look-see.  I read:

      black sun, at the stroke of midnight
      we are invisible in the darkness, you and i
      with our dark souls...

P.U.  I just pretended to read the rest.  How did he come up with that
crap?  And that capitalization thing.  You have to earn that sort of
pretension.  I made a `mmmm' sound so he'd think I was appreciating it.
Then I said, "Pretty good so far."  But no response from Tuffy.

I made like I was reading more. I thought I heard him snuffling--it almost
sounded like a dog sniffing at something.  Then I nearly jumped out of my
skin when I felt Tuffy's hands on my calves!  He quickly slid those big
hands up my thighs and over my hips, the wet towel popping up and off like
a champagne cork--and he plugged my asshole with his tongue.  Really buried
it.

I looked back, dumbfounded.  What the fuck!?  In the midst of the smacking
and moaning which erupted behind me I heard him mumbling, "Thorry...shlrrp
shlrrrrpp, uh, sorry man....shmack."  His grip tightened and he pulled me
back with those big mitts of his, hard against his early morning beard.
His stiff tongue drove in deep.  I held onto his desk for balance.  What to
do?  I actually thought of trying to pull away.  I looked back again.  All
I could see was the frosted tips of his spiky brown hair bobbing up and
down.  He continued mumbling away into my crack.  "Oh...thrrlp...dude, uh
uh, I've never .....  shlup shlup.  I ust wanna...mmmm....thshlorry."

Sure he was `thshlorry.'

Then he really cranked my cheeks apart, lapping wide swaths up and down my
crack like a crazed cow at a salt lick.  He went totally farm animal on me.

Then I started moaning, too.  It seemed like my only option until I could
"uh, uh, fuck" decide what to do.  Between my own panting and moaning and
Tuffy's jabbering and slobbering, I felt like I was stuck in some cheesy
porno.  What the hell is he thinking?!  Who knew he was hot for my ass?
Jeeezuz!

He made a torpedo out of his tongue and rammed my hole face first.  I
steadied myself on his desk.  The scraping of his whiskers on the tender
skin of my ass really got me going.  My dick was rock hard.  When I was
sure I could keep myself steady while Tuffy pistoned his tongue in and out
of me, I let my left hand drift to my crotch.  I was wet.  I looked down
under my belly and saw a filament of jizz stretching from the tip of my
prick almost to the floor.  Wow, I was really oozing!  I started jacking
myself.  Guess I wasn't going to pull away.

I spread my legs a bit.  I could really smell the spice in my Old Spice
kick in as I strained to stay upright.  Sweat was beading on my back.  I
looked under me again and saw those big black Docs.  Tuffy's feet were
huge, just like his hands.  I strained another look back behind me and saw
those big "uh, uh, holy FUCK" fingers digging into my hairy thighs.
Unreal.  I never imagined someone would want to do this to me. But the
slick, slippery hardness of his tongue in my rectum, punching in and out,
was awesomely real.  And I didn't want it to stop.  I just relaxed into the
chow-fest Tuffy was having with my asshole.  I even forgot to jack myself I
was so lost in the bliss of it.  I think I even said something breathless
and goofy like, "Yeah man, eat me."

Then I worried if he was gonna lick on my balls, or start blowing me.  I
never did that before.  I looked back again.  All I could see was his
perfect hair bobbing up over my ass, and all I could hear was "juice
maaan....thum thum....juice maaaaan."  What the fuck was he trying to say?

My legs felt like they were about to give out.  I looked under me again.
My toes were arched up, not even touching the floor.  I started jacking
myself again, faster than before, my hand all slick from my own leakage.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Tuffy stopped rimming my ass and said, "Shit.  Darla."  It was his short,
plump girlfriend at the door, ready to pick him up for class like she did
every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday mornings at 7:45 AM sharp.

I was like a deer caught in headlights, breathing hard, wondering what
would happen next.  I finally looked back at him; what was he gonna do?  I
hoped he would just ignore her and keep tongue fucking my hole, but instead
he reached for my towel on the floor.  He swiped it across his face, jumped
up, grabbed his jacket and his book bag and slid out the door without a
word.  Nothing.  And he wouldn't shut up the entire time he was gnawing on
my butt hole.  Fuckin' A.

He was gone, but I didn't think twice.  I jacked myself faster and faster.
I pulled myself closer to his desk.  I put a foot up on his office chair
and leaned closer to the computer screen.  My dick arched up over the top
of the keyboard.  The cool wetness on my butt cheeks reminded me of Tuffy's
tongue, buried inside me just seconds ago.  I jacked a little more and then
I spewed cum all over his computer screen.  Three big wads jetted over the
keyboard and onto the flat panel.  The rest of my jizz dribbled onto the
keyboard.  I tried to catch some in my palm so it didn't ruin the thing,
but didn't have much success.

Then I grabbed my towel from Tuffy's bed.  I was tempted to wipe the
computer screen off; it just seemed like such an extreme gesture to blow a
load all over your roomie's computer monitor.  But then I thought about the
last 10 minutes and settled for toweling myself off.

I got dressed, went to class, and spent every bored hour that day thinking
about what Tuffy's reaction would be when he found my dried spunk; why he'd
done what he'd done; why he didn't even bother to ask me first before
cleaning my butt hole with his tongue.  I wasn't particularly looking
forward to talking with him about it.  What the fuck does a person say?
But it was obvious I'd have to say something that evening when we were both
back in our room.  Right?

* * *

I saw Darla coming out of the dorm's main entrance.  Tuffy must be up in
the room.  Shit.  Nothing had come to me and I had no idea what I was going
to say.  I got on the elevator in a daze, and got off on the 7th floor in a
daze.  I walked towards the room, hand stretched out to the door knob just
like those idiot kids in slasher movies.  Everybody knows some horror lurks
on the other side, but I went for the door anyway.  I guess I'm an idiot
kid, too.

I walked in and Tuffy was working at his desk, head bowed over a book.  He
said "hey" without looking up.  I said "hey" back.  I threw my book bag on
the bed and headed to the sink for a drink of water and to brush my teeth.
I'd had pasta with garlic bread for dinner.  I strained to see if Tuffy was
looking at me by trying to catch the reflection, but nada.  Could we just
let this go and not talk about it?  That would be fine for me I realized.
Totally.  I had too much to sort out--like why I grooved on that rim job so
much--without worrying about his shit.  So I unpacked my books, turned on
my reading lamp, and sacked out on the bed, waiting for French theories of
ethnicity and culture to put me to sleep.

I decided to squeeze in an early morning run, so I got up at 6:00 AM and
headed out into a brisk October morning.  After some stretching I got four
miles in and made it back to the room by 6:45.  Tuffy must have been up and
showering because his book bag was on the floor and his bed was already
made.  He was a neatnik.  Great to have as a roommate, but I wouldn't wanna
be him.

I pulled off my damp shirt, shoes and socks, threw them in a pile on the
floor, and laid on my bed and started doing crunches.  I'd had enough after
about 20 and I just sprawled out, legs spread, exhausted.  I put an arm up
over my eyes and got a whiff of my armpit.  Whew.  My deodorant had given
out sometime yesterday morning during that little ass sucking session with
Tuffy.  I started boning up immediately just thinking about it.  Man, I
wanted more, and it blew my mind that I finally realized it.  `Okay, I'm
19,' I reasoned with myself.  `I get to have sex, right? That's what grown
ups do. Sex sex sex.'

I'd had girlfriends in high school, but we hadn't done much more than some
kissing and groping.  I was focused on my grades and the sports I was in
to--cross country, climbing, ultimate Frisbee.  I just never worried about
it.  I jacked off three times a day.  That worked for me.  Till now.  Man,
I wanted Tuffy to bury his nose in my ass again!

I heard the door squeak open but I just kept my arm over my eyes.  We
didn't need to talk this early in the morning, and though I knew I wanted
Tuffy to repeat yesterday morning's little exploration of my butt hole, I
had no idea how to approach him about it.  I could feel the breeze from the
door dragging over my pit hair.  I was a little cold but I didn't move.

Finally I took a peak at him from under my forearm.  He was at his dresser
pulling on those lemon yellow briefs of his--the only bright clothing I'd
ever seen him wear.  His hair was already perfect--he must have done it up
in the bathroom.  He was in a real rush, pulling on his usual faded jeans,
dark sweatshirt, white socks and those big old Docs.  I put my arm back
over my eyes.  I heard him walk over near the foot of my bed. What was he
doing?  I thought I heard him sniffing or snuffling.  I peaked out from
under my arm and saw him with his face buried in my wet t-shirt and socks.
Shit.

And then he went totally hound dog.  He dropped the whole sopping, stinking
mess of my workout duds, bent over my feet, and engulfed the toes of my
left foot in his mouth, sucking and slobbering, his tongue working
feverishly between my toes.  He was sucking and moaning just like yesterday
morning, but this time he was cleaning my feet, slicking them up with
saliva when just moments before they'd been all sticky with sweat.

He let go of my left foot, grabbed my right foot with both hands, the
thumbs massaging the sole, pressing just under the toes to make them splay
out--like I'd done to the family cat a hundred times.  He wedged his nose
between my big toe and--my index toe, or whatever you call it--took a deep
breath.  Then he started slobbering all over my toes again.  I couldn't
help but look, though I didn't move my arm away from my face completely.  I
thought I might maintain the illusion of not noticing.  What a dork.

"Mmmmm......uck ahhh."  I suppose he meant 'fuck yeah.'  He was really
digging my smelly feet.  Who knew a guy could get so hot and bothered about
another guy's stinky feet?  I took a chance and wriggled my toes a little.
He responded by doubling the speed of his tonguing and moaning.  "Oh man
Toby, shlrrrp. Uck my mouuu..."  I jabbed my big toe in and out.

Now my dick was totally in pain.  I was wearing a pair of black exercise
briefs--like a cross between a jock and briefs--and my cock was stuck under
the tight waistband.  What the hell, I thought, and slid them down past my
balls.  For whatever it was worth, I brought my right arm back up to my
face and started jacking myself with my left hand. Tuffy was lapping at the
soles of my feet, alternating between left and right, fast and furious.

Then there was knock at the door.  Darla!  I whipped my arm away from my
face and looked down to see Tuffy wiping his mouth on the dangling edge of
my bed sheet.  When he was done, he stood up, grabbed his book bag and coat
and headed out the door.  7:45 sharp.  My wet toes were already getting
cold.

But I couldn't stop myself.  I nearly had blue balls.  I jacked hard, just
a few strokes, and shot a couple of wads somewhere over my head.  I think
it all landed on the cream-colored cinderblock wall.  Nobody would ever
notice, and I didn't care.

* * *

Again, I spent all day in class and every minute of my work-study job
thinking about my horny roommate and how to accomplish fucking with him
good and proper.  He obviously dug guys, though I thought he and Darla were
more than just study partners.  It didn't matter, he was hot for me and I
wanted to go all the way, though I'd never actually thought through what
that would mean.

Anyway, it was Wednesday, it was mid-week party night.  Only the science
geeks had labs on Thursdays.  I could get him to go drinking with me, down
to Shannon's Pub, get him all lagered up.  I could get him to read me some
of his poetry.  Or I could tell him that I wanted him to keep doing what
he'd been doing to my ass and feet, and I wanted him to keep doing it
tonight.  I was so ready.

I looked for him at the commons at dinnertime, and found him with Darla and
her roomy, Sara.  I sat down at their table and they all said 'hey'.  I
casually asked him if he wanted to go down to Shannon's later, and he said
that he was going to some art opening with Darla.  "Sorry man."  He frowned
a dopey frown and looked down at his food.  I could have ripped his shirt
off him right there in front of the whole cafeteria.  Christ!  I was
totally uncorked.

I wolfed down my food and headed down to Tim's Liquor, bought two chilled
six-packs of my favorite lager, and rushed back to the dorm room to log on.
I'd never been much of a porn fan, but I started looking for guys doing it
with guys.  I got out the credit card, joined a pay service.  I watched
guys doing it all, stuff I never imagined, live on web cams.  Fuckin' A.  I
realized I wanted to do all that stuff with Tuffy.  I lost my shirt and
pants and socks early on.  I killed four bottles and blew my wad twice into
my briefs, the last time after I saw five guys all rimming each other in a
circle. Oh man.  After I blew my wad the second time, I just laid back on
my bed, hands behind my head.  I had a little more brew and fell fast
asleep.

The room was completely black, and there was a weight on my waist, pressing
me into the mattress.  My hands were pinned above my head, and Tuffy had
his face buried in my armpit.  He was slobbering and moaning as usual, and
I couldn't understand a thing he said.  But the beer had loosened me up
good and I finally said, "Shiiiiiit man. Suck it.  Suck it man.  Oh
shiiiiit."  I was still pretty drunk.  I'd had two more beers before
falling asleep, and that's all I could think to say.  He moved to my other
pit, really digging in with his tongue, then lapping at it like an animal
licking its ass.  Back and forth, up and down, his razor stubble grating a
little on the soft, tight skin of my pits.  His big hands kept a good grip
on me, and I could feel his cock digging into my crotch.  I wanted to see
it.  I wanted to smell it.  I'd never felt another guy's dick, and I wanted
to hold his, compare it to mine.

I strained at his hands.  I'm very strong myself, but I was too drunk and
worn out from jacking off.  He just kept moaning and licking and grinding
his hard cock into my hard on.  I couldn't even get any motion going, he
was pressing down so hard on me.  Then there was a tap at the door, and I
swear I heard Darla say, "Did you find the rubbers?"  Then he was gone and
the room spun in the darkness and I fell back asleep, arms thrown above my
head, my slicked up armpits cooling in the warm night air.

I dreamt my roommate was a fucking dog.  A big black dog, with a long red
tongue and a wagging tail that whipped back and forth so fast it was a
blur.

* * *

I slept through Thursday morning.  When I got up, Tuffy was gone.  I headed
to the cafeteria and thankfully didn't run into Tuffy or Darla.  I
retrieved my workout bag from the room and went to the rec center for a
weight training session.  I did high reps on the entire circuit, hoping to
wear myself out.  But instead, I got revved up.

After that, I did three hours at my work study job in the library.  I
ducked out a couple of times to surf on a computer in the stacks.  You know
what I was looking for.  I went back to the reserve desk with a raging hard
on both times, and it took at least 15 minutes for my boners to subside.

At 4 I went back to the room, hoping Tuffy was still away, but he was
sprawled out on his bed with a copy of "Under the Volcano."  He
acknowledged me with a "hey", but didn't make eye contact.  I gave him a
"hey" back.  I dug out my running gear and changed.  I intended to exhaust
myself before dinner.

I really kicked it, and I managed to get 5 miles in.  The weather was
getting cooler, and I had bit of a chill when I got back because my
sweat-soaked clothes had gotten so cold.  Tuffy was still reading, though
he'd turned his back to the door and I couldn't see his face.

I stripped everything off and tied a fresh, dry towel around my waist.  I
laid on the bed with my arms above my head and waited.  I spread my legs a
little and waited.  I wriggled my toes and waited.  I exhaled loudly, and
said "Oh man" at the same time.  I wanted Tuffy to look at me.  And
exhausted as I was, I was boning up good under the heavy white towel.  He
didn't acknowledge me, so I said the first thing that came to me, which was
a really stupid thing.

"So, what's up with you and Darla?"

"Nothing," he mumbled, his back still to me.  Our desks faced each other
and separated our beds.  I couldn't see if he was still reading or not.

"You wanna do her?"  I decided to go for it.  I didn't know how I was going
to get to there, to that place in the conversation where I could tell Tuffy
I wanted his face buried in my ass, but I continued to wade towards the
deep end.  "It seems like you could do better."

He flipped onto his back and threw his book on the floor.  He blew a
raspberry and said, "shit."  I kept going.

 "You've got that hipster thing going on, though you kind of look like a
Russian army officer when you wear those boots."  He had a pair of lace-up
Doc Marten boots, too--of course.  "She's not really in your league," I
insisted, hoping to finally get a rise out of him.

He got up off the bed and came to the foot of my bed and folded his arms
over his chest.  He considered for a few moments, then he finally spoke.

"Look, Toby, I just want to get on your cock."  His face was so serious.
But I exhaled, laughed, and said "wow", all at the same time.  I was
totally floored.

"Go ahead and laugh.  Thanks," he said, peeved.

"No, dude, that's cool!  Sorry.  I just.."  I started to shiver a little.
"I jus--I mean--what does that mean exactly?"

"Are you kidding me?  Aren't you into guys?" Tuffy said, still sort of
annoyed.

"Uh, not until you started sniffing and licking every stinky hole I've got,
like some slobbering rotweiler," I shot back.  I was embarrassed, I guess,
and feeling defensive.  Who wouldn't be at a moment like that?

"What, so I made you gay?" he said, accusingly.  I raised myself up on my
elbows.

"I don't know, but I do want you to fucking `get on my cock' like you
said."

"Well take your stupid towel off," he snapped.  This was weird; we'd never
been like this with each other before.  He was probably a little defensive,
too.

"No way. I'm already mostly naked here.  It's your turn.  I want to see
what I'm in for."

"Wow. Okay.  Really?"  I don't know why he was so surprised, but I
encouraged him.

"You can start with your sweatshirt.  And make it slow, please.  You're
always rushing off in the morning, I never get a good look."

"You wanted a `good look'?" he said with a hopeful tone in his voice.

"Not really, but I fucking do now."  He nodded and pulled his black
sweatshirt up over his head, slowly, just as I'd asked.  Though he had
light brown hair with frosted tips on his head, his pits were filled with a
silky, blonde carpet of fur.  He was wearing a black wife-beater
underneath.  Even in his underwear he was a poser!

"Nice," I said appreciatively as he peeled off his undershirt.  He looked
like such a guy, muscled but not really cut.  Substantial, smooth,
big--like a rugby player.

"What's `nice'?" Tuffy said softly.

"Three days ago I never noticed guys--or girls.  But just looking at you I
could blow a load."  I was breathing faster, deeper.

"Shit.  That's honest.  We've never really talked about sex before," he
said as he unbuttoned his jeans.  I shook my head and said, "Just get
naked, man. Come on!"

He kicked off his Docs and slowly pushed his lemon yellow briefs and jeans
down over his hips.  I was panting like a dog in heat as his cock popped
out.  He bent over, then stood up as he tried to extricate himself from his
jeans.  He leaned left and right, left and right, trying to free his feet
and keep his balance at the same time, and I was transfixed by every part
of him as he moved, especially his balls and his fat cock.  I'd never seen
a hard one except my own.  Dishwater blonde hair plunged down from his
navel to his bush.  His legs were really hairy, too, like a Greek faun,
covered in light, brown-blonde fuzz.

Finally, he kicked the mass of jeans and underwear across the room.  He
bent over like he was going to take off his white socks and I blurted, "Are
you gonna get on my cock or what?"

I'm not kidding, he actually said, "You mean leave my socks on?"  I turned
my palms up, shook my head and did a "whaah?" with my eyes really wide.  He
was stunned, like he'd been beaned on the head.  So I tore open my towel.
He snapped out of his daze and toppled forward onto the bed, his face
landing in my crotch.  He pried my legs apart and devoured my low-hangers.
His tongue flicked at my hole, but he really worked my balls, slobbering
and moaning as usual.  I was still resting on my elbows, and I watched him
do his thing, amazed.

When he went for my dick, it was slow motion, I swear.  He looked into my
eyes and I just stared back in wonder.  He grinned and those dimples dented
his face.  He reached for my veiny cock, paused, and then swallowed me
whole.  It felt like he was a vampire sucking my life slowly, sweetly, out
of me.  If you've ever had anesthetic gas at the dentist, it was like that.
I was totally high.  And warm all over.  And sort of numb, too.

Then I one-upped Tuffy and I said, "You're totally sucking my wiener."

I know.

My wet dick slapped against my stomach as Tuffy pulled off, eyes wide,
laughing silently.  He was laughing so hard he couldn't get a sound out.
At last he was able to breathe and he said between low snorts, "What, are
you 12?  Weiner?  Really?"

I was in shock.  I didn't know what to say.  He sat on his knees and leaned
back and said in a really low voice, "Dude, suck my wiener.  Come on,
fucking suck my wiener.  You can do it.  It's a really tasty wiener, I
promise."  Okay, he was taunting me.  I deserved it.  But I decided I'd get
him.  So I flung myself on his fat motherfucker and went to town, though
I'd only ever seen it done before on the internet.  It seemed to work,
because he said "fuuuuck" really loud and long.  I grabbed on and worked my
mouth and hands up and down.  He smelled great.  I was drunk on his smell.
I hyper-ventilated and worked his dick at the same time.  I was so high, it
was like I was huffing paint or something.  Pheromones.  There they are.

He started oozing and I rolled the stuff over my tongue.  It was fantastic.
I sucked and sucked, pulling cum slowly out of his dick.  It was like
trying to suck down a really thick milk shake through a straw.  I was
breathless with sucking.  I think he said something, but I didn't care.  He
pushed half-heartedly at my head a couple of times, then he thrust up into
my face and spooge filled my mouth.  I swallowed a couple of mouthfuls, but
spunk got all over my chin and lips.  I finally pulled off, wiping my face
with the back of my arm.

Tuffy's eyes were closed, his chest heaving, his mouth open.  There was
cream all over his crotch.  I jumped up from the bed and snagged my wet
t-shirt from the closet and wiped him off.  Then I sat back, waiting for
him to say something.  His head snapped forward, his eyes opened, and he
said, "Fuuuck!"  I knew he was happy.

"Okay man, your turn to be the dog.  Turn around and get on all fours.  And
wag your tail."  And you bet I did.  He buried his face in my crack like
before and worked my hole with that long tongue.  He ran his big hands over
my ass, like he was slowly polishing it.  He got my cock totally drooling,
then he jacked me at the same time as he rammed his tongue deep into me and
in about 10 seconds I shot and shot and shot all over the quilt my grandma
had made for me for college.  Finally, it was seeing some action.

We sat naked at each end of my bed, his legs stretched out along my torso,
big feet still in white socks resting under my arm pits.

"I take it you're not into Darla," I said.  He shook his head `no.'  "Why
did you go out with her?" I asked.

"She's really bossy," Tuffy confessed, sounding a little defeated.

"Good to know," I said.

"This is awesome," he said, shaking his head.  "I can't believe it, not at
all.  I just want to fuck and fuck.  You know?"

"I know," I agreed.  I didn't just want to fuck him though, I wanted to
hang with him.  I'd never really been close to anyone.  Tuffy was totally a
good guy, and he could say how he felt so easily.  Maybe that would rub off
on me.

"I'm gonna write a poem about it," he said.

And he did.  And it was really good.

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Thanks for the comments on my first erotic story a month or so ago in the
High School section, "Wrestle-mania."  It was totally fun to hear what
people think.  fantomfun@yahoo.com