Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2013 11:40:14 -0800 (PST) From: Macout Mann Subject: It Started in a Park 17 This story is completely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. The story also contains explicit sexual acts between males, so be warned! This story is also brought to you through the generosity of the many donors to nifty.org. Without their contributions this site could not exist. Please consider a gift to nifty.org today. You'll be glad you gave. Your comments and criticisms are appreciated. Please write me at macoutmann@yahoo.com. Copyright 2013 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. IT STARTED IN A PARK by Macout Mann Chapter 17 Summer Christian attended the Commencement Ceremonies to see Vernon bedecked in his doctoral hood for the first time. Christian would have been there anyway. Faculty were not required to attend, but if they were in residence, the university expected them to march in the procession in full academic regalia to add color to the event. The expectation was even greater for newer members like Christian. Commencement was held in Massengale Meadow. It was a brilliant sunny day and more than two thousand relatives and friends of the graduates as well as alumni were in attendance. Jim and Sammie also came. Vernon had asked them to. They were both very impressed with the proceedings. The NROTC added a touch of military pomp by "guarding" the aisles and presenting the colors. The concert band played for the procession and the national anthem. The University Choir sang the alma mater at the end of the ceremony. Thankfully Sparta University never had a commencement speaker, just presentations by the salutatorian (in Latin) and valedictorian of the College of Liberal Arts, both of which were light-hearted and full of jests. Several honorary degrees were presented to statesmen, world famous scholars, and movie stars. Then the doctorates were conferred individually, and the bachelors and masters degrees en masse. Since Vernon had been feted by several of his friends when he completed his degree requirements, he and Christian were free afterward to go to Christian's place for some celebratory sex. Christian said Vernon could have him however the new PhD would like. Vernon chose first to suck his dick and then to take his ass. So like Vernon. So wonderful. They were so comfortable with each other. They went out for dinner and returned for more bed time. Tomorrow Christian would go to Cleveland for a week. When Jim and Sammie left Massengale Meadow, they went to Sammie's dorm. His roommate long since had left for the summer. Tomorrow Sammie would move to Vernon's. Sammie had written his parents that he had had a summer job and wouldn't be coming home. Vernon would charge him nominal rent while he worked at Jim's job site supposedly doing grunt work. He would spend the last week before school began in Atlanta with Merritt having fun and adding to his bank account. Now, however, they followed the example being set by Christian and Vernon off campus. Monday's newspaper announced new faculty appointments. Included in the list was Dr. Vernon Ramsay, Assistant Professor of Physics. Also on Monday Sammie became a bona fide construction worker. Sammie's workouts had paid remarkable dividends. His biceps were quite noticeable and his six pack and pecs were visible enough that, like Jim, he relished being bare chested. He was well accepted by the other men and under Jim's supervision was put to work framing. Jim had taught him enough about hammering that he didn't bend a single nail and quickly learned to keep each stud truly vertical. The guy that Jim had warned away at Spring break, Buck Gordon, was lusting after Sammie even more, and this time Jim told him that if Sam was willing, it was o.k. Jim had confidence now that Sammie could repel any unwanted advance. Not that he thought there would be many advances Sammie would want to repel. At noon Sammie was sitting next to Jim eating the lunch Vernon had prepared for him. Buck came over and sat near Sammie. "Hey, Sam," he whispered, "what about you and me getting together?" Sammie answered loudly enough for Jim to hear. "Sure, Buck, you suck me and I'll suck you." "I don't suck," Buck huffed. "Then I don't either," Sammie replied. "No harm in you asking, though." Jim almost laughed out loud. Later Sammie asked Jim if he'd ever been with Buck. Jim replied that he had and that Buck would sure as hell suck when he got horny enough. "I was so fuckin' proud how you handled that motherfucker," he said. Sure enough, a week later Buck sidled up to Sammie and told him he'd suck Sam if Sam would reciprocate. They got together in a porta-potty. Christian extended his trip by a week. After visiting his folks he decided to sample the delights of Manhattan. And he stopped in Atlanta to spend the night with Merritt. Christian's father had remembered Merritt and had asked Christian to give Merritt his best wishes. When Christian did return to Sparta, Vernon told him "You've been away too long. I've missed you so much." "Fat chance," Christian retorted. "I know you've been getting into Sam at least once a day." They both laughed. Then fucked. That evening Christian came over to Vernon's, bringing Sammie's portrait and returning the watercolor of Vernon, which he had also taken to Cleveland. He told Sammie his mom had been so impressed with Sammie's work that she had shown it to a prominent gallery owner. He was equally enthusiastic. "Sam, I told the guy that you would be taking a print class in the fall. He said that if your prints were as good as what he was seeing now, he would love to take them on consignment. He was sure that they would sell." "Oh my!" Sammie cried. "How much do you think they'd sell for?" "Depends," Christian answered. "A numbered set of fifty or less, twenty-five to fifty dollars, if they're so-so. A hundred or more if they're anywhere as good as this oil." Sammie told Jim what Christian had said. Jim said he should do a construction scene. "Probably be something those artsy folks had never seen before." Sammie thought about it as he sucked Jim to climax later that day. The two of them usually had sex after work. Sometimes Jim would join Sammie and Vernon for a three way. It was funny how the three of them were completely at home together. Before Sammie quit his job to head to Atlanta he had done four preliminary sketches for prints of construction workers on the job. Sammie was met at the Atlanta bus station by Merritt. "Your friend, Roland, is coming this afternoon," Roland told him. "And this time I'm going to have to take my pimp's fee. But you're still going to make plenty. Also, I have some tricks of my own that'll be coming by. But they won't mind you." Sure enough promptly at three Roland arrived. Sammie was already naked sitting on the sofa, lean and tanned from a summer of work, where most of the time he'd worn only cutoffs. "Ooh," Roland exclaimed, seeing Sammie's new, improved bod, "Sam isn't a fairy boy anymore!" "Well, I can still fuck and be fucked, probably take it up the ass better than before," Sammie responded. "I'm not saying I don't still like you," Roland assured him, as he plopped down next to his trim, almost hairless body. "Such nice biceps. Such a nice tan line." Sammie quickly stripped the older man, while Merritt enjoyed the spectacle from across the room. Then Roland pushed Sammie back onto the huge sofa and took Sammie's hard dick into his hungry mouth. Sammie lay back and let Roland edge him to his heart's content. Whenever the older man felt that Sammie was nearing climax, Roland would push down all the way and bury his nose in Sammie's pubes until Sammie's tube no longer twitched; then he would resume sucking until another climax was near. Sammie was able to resist the urge to ask Roland to make him cum, but he was overjoyed when Roland finally decided it was time to drink some cream. They moved to the bedroom, where Roland drained his semen into Sammie's colon, and Sammie in turn fucked the older man until both were fulfilled. That night Merritt entertained one of his tricks. He was about forty, hot and handsome. As Merritt had said, his guest didn't mind Sammie's being there at all. After they were introduced, Sammie retreated to the chair Merritt had used earlier in the day and watched as the two other men enjoyed each other's bodies on the giant couch. The john had the biggest dick Sammie had ever seen. And he used it with abandon. He liked it rough, and Merritt responded like the whore he was. Naked, they rolled on the floor. "Eat my fucking dick, you goddamned queer!" the john demanded. Then, "Grease my motherfucking tool. I want it up your ass where it belongs!" He pounded Merritt like his dick was a battering ram. "Fuck me harder," Merritt would cry. And, "Yes, fill my ass with cum, man," when the john dropped his load. Sammie knew that Merritt liked both to give and receive, but he found it weird that this guy who he really admired would let himself be abused like this. He found it weirder that after it was all over, Merritt had collected his check and both men had dressed, they sat down together for a drink and some very civil conversation. Even asked Sammie to join them. "Sam is a very promising art student at Sparta," Merritt told the other man. "A prominent gallery owner in Cleveland has offered to exhibit his works." "Very interesting," Merritt's post-orgasmic guest responded. "My wife's a collector. Next time you're in town, you might bring some of your work." For the first time Sammie detected a decidedly upper class British accent in the speech of Merritt's client, although he didn't know for sure what it was. The guy pronounced "collector," "kleckter." Before he left, however, Merritt's trick said, "I know you're going to fuck this handsome fellow, Merritt. I let him watch us. I haven't watched a bloke being fucked for I don't know how long. May I?" "O.K. with you?" Merritt asked Sammie. "Being watched never bothered me," Sammie replied. "Turn-about's fair play, I guess." After The Hon. Jackson Hardaway finally left, Merritt explained: "He is the second son of an English Lord, hence "the honourable." He was never going to inherit, so he came to America and made a fucking fortune. He married a gorgeous Atlanta debutante and they have four beautiful children. But he never forgot or forsook the fun times he had in British Public School. He has to bury his dick in and insult some "lower form fag" ever so often, and as long as he pays, I don't give a shit if it's me. "He is also a very influential member of the symphony board. In addition to my ass he likes my playing. The principal second violin is retiring. Choosing his replacement is the sole prerogative of the music director, of course, but the conductor may be influenced by the board. I hope that will be the case this time." There was no big party this time around and Merritt did deduct an agent's commission, but Sammie still netted almost three thousand for five days "work."