Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2012 09:25:45 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 16 (The Twins) by Donny Mumford OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 16 (The Twins) by Donny Mumford I've got the top down on my mini, music blaring from the seekers, and I'm flying down the highway at seventy-five miles an hour on my way for a quick visit with Nathan and Noah North at their prep school. Presently I'm thinking about the sexiest haircut I've ever gotten; from Alexander of course. He cut my hair too short, but everything else he did was hot and sexy. He's had a big personality turn-around since I last saw him in Wildwood. Somewhere he's acquired a new, confident take-charge attitude that makes him even more sexy as far as I'm concerned, but it took me by surprise. He had no trouble getting me to do pretty much everything he wanted, but at the same time I enjoyed myself too, so I'm not complaining. I gotta admit Alexander's metamorphosis into his new personality is an unexpected development, the way he took charge right from the start and, at the same time, made me feel special was a hot turn-on for me. He charmed me plenty; he charmed me right out of my pants I guess I'd have to say, not that he had to work up much of a sweat doing it. Like I said, I'm wearing his choice of haircut, I've got his hickey on my neck the size of a radish, I've still got the sore asshole he gave me, and I'm still dealing with an embarrassing memory of being dressed-up like a boy prostitute; his boy, for all to see. Other than that, Alexander spent all his energy accommodating me and my feelings. Hell, I didn't know a single person at the club except the strangers he introduced me to, and it's unlikely I'll ever see any of them again, so there really wasn't a need for me to be all that embarrassed. With all the booze I had to drink I guess I wasn't overly humiliated at that. I can't get too mad at him because, like I said, he did make me feel wicked hot and sexy, and most of the weekend was fun. What the hell, Alexander is in a different league than me now anyway. He got himself promoted to a confident sort of dominant sex partner. The confidence associated with owning his own business and living on his own is probably responsible for the changes in him, and good for him. Moving on up into a sexual hot-shot category, like Alexander, appears to have cost him something though. I think it cost him the sweet side of his nature, a side of him which he probably won't get back any time soon and which I personally miss. That sweet 'duh, is this okay?' part of him was one of the aspects of his nature that I liked best. You know, the way he was kind of innocently bumbling along trying to find his way with gay boy sex, just like me. Now I guess he's suave or something. Oh what the fuck, he is a cool dude and I wish him well, but I need to realize something else, any dreams I had about falling in love with him aren't going to happen. We're good sex buddies living in different worlds now. Hmm, there's the sign for the exit I want. I need to be careful when I see the twins; I can't project negative feelings about Alexander because they think he's perfect, with one exception; he doesn't spend enough time with them. And there's another thing I need to be careful about with the twins, and it's this: I don't want do or say anything to encourage them with that silly sex mentoring idea they had some weeks back. This is an awkward visit for another reason too; it's me knowing the twins watched Alexander and me having sex, and I just spent the weekend with him so it's logical to assume we were fucking again. Oh what the hell, I need to get over being so concerned about everything, and try being more blase about it, like Noah and Nathan apparently are. Mainly I want to get this first time visiting the boys over with. Getting off at the correct exit I manage to arrive without getting lost; that's a pleasant change for me. Driving onto the campus it strikes me that St John's Prep looks like a smaller version of the University of Pennsylvania in that there are mostly old, two and three story brick buildings with freshly painted white wood trim and big heavy doors. What's different here is all the grass of their manicured lawns, which go on seemingly forever and are still amazingly green for this late in the year. There are also many large old trees with brilliant fall colored leaves of orange, gold or red, with dark green evergreens mixed in. Brick sidewalks meandered here and there and out of sight. You can tell that this is a high school though because there's a large number of teenage boys jostling around on a Lacrosse field across from where I park my car, and many other smaller groups of boys hurrying here and there. So many adolescent hormones floating around in the air it feels heavy, like high humidity, and the boys themselves look so young to me now. Following the signs to the main administration building where I lie claiming I'm the twins' brother, showing the woman at the front desk the last ID badge issued to Alexander. It's required if I expect to get a visitor's pass allowing me inside the boy's dormitory. A fox in the hen house, that's me; being the king of teens and all. Walking across the center of the campus to dorm # 5, the reality is I'm more like a mouse in the hen, than a fox. Showing my pass to the faculty member in charge, I go right up to Nathan and Noah's room. I'm barely four years older than they are, but sometimes it seems a lot more than four years, and other times it seems a lot less. Hooking up with them on the beach in Wildwood for two weeks last summer, hugging and goofing off and doing beach-type things with them somehow makes it seem as though I've know them for years. I drove them all around town in my hot convertible to places like miniature golf, water parks, and amusement rides where the thrill rides were our favorites, with me squeezing into the seat with the boys. It was like having younger brothers. One knock from me and the door flies open and four arms and two tight bodies are hugging me. Nathan and Noah can surely make you feel special. I hug back as best I can and then Nathan steps back, and says, "Welcome, Oliver. Wow, your haircut is just like Alexander's and you look so cool with it. We love the way you look all the time anyway, don't we Noah?" Noah nods his head and pointing at my hickey. looks at Nathan and they both brake out in big smiles with me blushing. Nathan nods his head again at Noah and Noah, who rarely speaks, says, "See what we've been practicing, Oliver" and with that he pulls my head down with his damp palms on either side of my face and kisses my lips. It starts as a simple kiss, but Noah's soon running his tongue back and forth across my front teeth and up under my top lip, and then along the outside of my back teeth. I'm going, "Ahh, oh," with my mouth opening a little, and in comes Noah's cool pink tongue to begin lapping against my tongue; his tongue moves so quickly we slip into a French kiss as good as any French kissing I've ever been a part of. My boner's soon poking out the front of my jeans as Noah presses his belly against it and does some grinding up against my crotch with his arms around my waist tightly. His mouth tastes like a teen boy's mouth might taste right after eating a crisp, tart, candy apple. Both our mouths are dripping saliva that drools onto our chins. The whole thing is unexpectedly dreamy and I forget who I'm doing the kiss with for a moment, holding Noah around his neck with both arms. Spunk's flying around in my nuts and the head of my boner's damp. Noah moans around our intertwined tongues. My brain reconnects with reality and I abruptly pull away giving Nathan a stern look. What the fuck? I'm lost for a second, staring at the front of Noah's sweat pants. He's paying no attention to his boner although it's moving around in his sweat pants with every motion of his body. Both twins are looking at me with identical questioning expressions on their identical cute faces. Quickly my breathing returns to normal as my face gets red and hot, but I can't get angry with them. They're so innocent. I mumble, "Um, I was just about to say what a good kisser you are, Noah. Um, you two have obviously been practicing." Then I do a fake cough feeling very uncomfortable. Both boys act nonchalant initially, but they end up looking at each other beaming with pride as they touched fists congratulating each other, then go into a complicated series of movements with their hands in a synchronized secret handshake, staring into each others eyes with grins on their faces as they do it. Finished, they looked over for approval and I go ."Wow! Cool handshake." They smirk proudly at each other again. Like I said, they're innocent and very immature, mostly because of the ridiculously over-protective approach their parents take in raising them, babying them unmercifully and you see what that's resulted in. That being said, there are obviously other factors at work here too as the boys see everything slightly askew from the way most of us see things. They aren't stupid or retarded at all, and in some ways are actually very intelligent, but in other ways not so much. Mostly, they sort of live a part of their lives in their own secret world. I've often wondered if they see something in me that reminds them of themselves and that's why they've become so attached to me. Last summer Alexander told me it's very rare the twins will let anyone into their world. So I guess I'm just lucky in one way, but maybe not so lucky in another because I'm a bit lost in their world at times. They both see a child psychiatrist every week attempting to get them less dependent on each other and also, to a lesser degree, to try and understand just what it is the boys see differently than most of us. Neither one wants to do anything that the other isn't involved in. Nathan's saying, "My turn, Oliver," intrudes on my train of thought. It's too soon though for another blast of teen make-out stimulation or I might blow a load in my pants, so I say, "Give me a minute, Nathan. I need to, um, evaluate Noah's kiss a bit more in my head first." This is fine with the twins. Just about everything I can ever remember saying to them has been fine with them. They nod there heads at the same time, and in the same way, and then sit on one of their beds very close to one another and stare at me. Damn, what to do? Well, I do my old standby fake cough looking around their room tapping my front teeth with my index finger, as if I was contemplating something. Their dorm room consist of twin beds, two desks with a swivel desk chair at each, two chest of drawers, two little shelving units, a small flat screen TV and a poster of a rock star I'm not familiar with. Another poster of a young singing group, consisting of both boys and girls, barely in their teens, adorns another wall. I don't know that group either. This room is bigger than Joey's and my room and it also has the luxury of two tall windows. I can see in the distance a beautifully maintained football field with a rather large section of cement and aluminum stands on the opposite side of the field, facing their windows. Pretty impressive for what is basically a private high school. I look at the boys as they look at me. They're exact duplicates of each other which can be disconcerting at times. I love their strawberry-blond hair which must have been buzz cut in the summer, probably the haircut after the faux hawk haircut they had gotten so that they would be like me back in Wildwood. I guessed at the buzz cut because their hair had grown-in the exact same length all over their head; it's a little over two inches long now. Silky and shiny, pale strawberry-blond hair with curly hairs along the hairline in the front. The rest of their hair is fairly straight, with lots of body and slightly wavy in places, laying casually on their perfectly shaped, identical heads. The urge to do that thing adults do to kids occurs to me; you know, ruffling a kids' hair with the palm of your hand just 'cause he's so cute and likable. Little grins on their dark pink, puffy bow-shaped lips. Their grins cause a single dimple to form on either side of their mouths; a full smile brought out double dimples. A shiver of some sort zings down my back just from looking at the two of them sitting there with their backs hunched the way younger teenagers sit, their shoulders touching because they're sitting so close to one another. My head's shaking back and forth slightly because everything about these boys is almost impossible to believe. The twin always seem to have their heads ever so slightly tilted to the right. Their faces with that flawless light complexion and those large pale green eyes under long, light brown, curved eyelashes with very thin, blond eyebrows, that always seem to be slightly raised as if they're expecting a surprise. Their ears are mostly hidden by hair now, but I know their ears are nicely sized and shaped. When the hair's clipped short on the sides you can see their ears stick out from their head in a goofy, cute way. They're wearing the same blue and yellow striped, sleeveless T shirts over dark blue nylon sweat pants and both of them are tapping their right foot on the floor quietly as they wait for me to experience Nathan's kiss. Oh my God, I want to lick their thin necks under their cute chins and massage their tight, slim bodies and just enjoy feeling all that wonderful muscle definition that's in all the right places. Nice definition in their bare arms with no visible hair except very short, fine blond ones on their forearms and a hint of dark blond hair peeking out at their underarms. I've always loved that sleeveless T-shirt look on thin boys with good tight bodies. Seemingly unconsciously, Nathan and Noah's graceful hands casually play with themselves as they tap their feet. They're both playing with themselves in the same way; using just their fingers, they gently massaged the bulge in their laps. I'm fascinated that they're so seemingly unconcerned about the boners growing conspicuously before my eyes. They seemed oblivious to that as they concentrate solely on me, waiting for me to say something. Shaking my head to snap myself out of my daydream, I decide I need to get it over with so, with mixed emotions, I mutter,"Okay Nathan, let's see how well you can do a gay kiss". He jumps off the bed and tells me right up front that he isn't as good at it as Noah, which is why they'd decided to have Noah go first, trying to impress me. Noah impressed me alright, and shocked me too, but I don't elaborate on that fact. Instead I mumble, "I'm sure you'll do fine, Nathan". He walks right over and leans into me with his semi-hard cock pressing against my thigh and proceeds to do everything with his kiss exactly the way Noah did it except Nathan does it more in a kind of by-the-numbers way where Noah kissed naturally as if he's really into it for real, and maybe is was. Hmmmm, I think about that because it was Noah who gave me the unexpected kiss goodbye when they were heading home after Wildwood. Nathan's version of kissing isn't as hot as Noah's, but my dick still takes notice and Nathan rubs his belly on my slightly hard dick just like Noah did. Nathan's red faced after the kiss and he appears anxious to discuss his kissing experience with Noah. His boner's totally hard and sticking straight out, but as usual for the twins, he ignores it. I feel dizzy for a few seconds, but my assumption is the twins must be gay because you can't fake the reactions they both had. They talk together, about gay kissing I assume, as I stand there wondering what's the right thing to do. When they look at me I nod and smile at them, not wanting to hurt their feelings by indicating they've done anything wrong, although this whole deal is wildly bizarre. Apparently done debriefing each other about the kisses, Nathan asks, "How'd you get that hickey?" I, of course, have no intention of carry this so-called gay sex training any further, so I frown, asking, "Hickey, what hickey?" and the boys do what they're always doing, they laugh for a while, jostling each other. I need to think, but for now we talk about how gay making-out isn't very different, technique-wise, from straight making out. The twins pay close attention to everything I say, while continuing playing with themselves. It's disconcerting to say the least, but I don't think I should mention it. Instead I ask, "Anybody hungry?" they're both starving and even though I'd had the late breakfast at the diner I take the twins out for lunch at a pizza joint and order an extra large, extra cheese pizza, and then we all get Cokes which we sip in a booth waiting for the pizza. The boys are real interested in college life so I tell them a few things that the deliciously cute junior, Randy Rider, told Joey and me our first day on campus. Randy had a lot to say about drinking beer. He'd told us it's maybe the number one reason to even go to college. He warned us that there will be times, however, when you drink way too much and the name of these times is also known as a weekend. After repeating this for the twins, I look for a reaction, but they're just staring back at me nodding their heads encouraging me to go on. I explain, "That's the joke, guys." So they laugh claiming, "Now we get it, Oliver. College guys drink too much on weekends." Smiling I go on with this, "Here's something about Sharpies that you can even do at prep school, besides smelling them I mean." The boys are all ears, "Well, obviously it's every college student's dream to draw a picture of genitalia on their friend's face using a permanent marker, and it's much easier to do when the friend passes out totally drunk, right? But no, you guys don't drink in prep school do ya? This won't work until you get to college." Nathan and Noah exchanged glances and then look back at me. I tell them that this kind of stuff passes for humor with us college guys. Nathan says, "Oh, yeah. It's funny. Using Sharpies to draw cock and balls on your friend's face. You said you'd tell us how you meet the right type of new friends there." So, staying with this high level of humor, I continue by repeating things I'd heard sophomores and juniors in the gymnastic club say, telling the boys that there are games you can play to expedite the social outcasting of weirdos and geeks who aren't worth knowing anyway. Looking at the twins I know right away that this is going to bomb just like all my other college humor, but I continue anyway. "One of the ways to weed out the losers is to ask for a show of hands of everyone who can juggle." The twins nod their heads indicating they're following me. Chuckling, I mumble "Obviously anyone who raises his hand, right there you know you don't have to waste your time on him. Right? Someone who took the time to learn to juggle? Not cool, ya know." Nathan asked, "Why's that, Oliver?" Hmmm? I ask, "Are you boys putting me on, breaking my balls, or what?" and Noah burst out laughing with Nathan joining in. When these two start laughing you got a good bit of time on your hands before they stop. When they do stop Nathan, with a straight face, says, "No, we're not putting you on. What's another way to weed out losers?" Pretending to believe them, I continue, "Well, another way would be to ask everyone in your dorm to list their favorite books; if anyone puts down The Bible, roll your eyes and cross that person off your get-to-know-list immediately". Nathan asks, "Why would you do that Oliver?" and they're off to the races with laughing again. If they weren't so much fun to look at they might qualify as being a pain in the ass, occasionally. The pizza comes and as we're finishing the last of it, I get serious. Me having sex with them isn't going to happen and I tell them the reason is they're too young for me and it's illegal anyway. I also tell them to never consider predators and pedophiles and derelicts as a replacement for Alexander or me. The boys are angry and insist that in most of Europe sixteen is the age of consent and on and on they argue. Finally I compromised and say maybe we can do something sexy with the boys when they turn seventeen, maybe. Maybe I'm just putting off a problem, but they will hopefully be into something else by then. They reluctantly agree to this, but only if I'll go back to their room and evaluate the foot fetish thingie that they want my opinion on; they want to know if I think it's a fetish or is it something else? It seems harmless enough as long as I don't need to be a participant although I assure them what I don't know about a foot fetish is a lot. The boys sulk a little on the ride back and I feel I'm letting them down by squashing the sex lessons, but know I'm doing the right thing. Especially after spending the last two hours with them, because it's blatantly obvious they're incredibly naive and anything I did with them would be taking advantage of that fact. It's Alexander's responsibility to make sure these kids don't take this further with some stranger, and I'll reinforce that they stay clear of all perverts through my emails too. Then, next year I'll postpone it further somehow if they're even still interested in it by then; hopefully they'll just drop it all together. By the time we got back to the dorm they're talking and joking again, they can't stay mad for long; it's not in their nature. They tell me the foot fetish thing came up because of a video. They'd been surfing the net looking for information about gay sex from gay sites and they ran into a foot fetish video and were intrigued. They had a circle jerk the next time they watched it and seemed to get sexually aroused from the eighteen year old boys fondling each others feet, and jerking off some of time....so, they're getting mixed signals and aren't sure what to make of it all. They're surprised that something so odd could get them excited, but it does. They tried duplicating the moves of the boys in the video on each other and not only did they get the boners, but they also spontaneously fired off their peckers when they played footies with each other. Nathan tells me, "Oliver, we've never felt anything like that. Wait'll you see." We're back at the parking lot by now and the twins definitely have peaked my curiosity, but I tell them, "Guys, I don't need to see you do it to know it's a foot fetish. If someone gets sexually aroused by feet, they have a foot fetish. It's just as simple as that. It doesn't make then bad people; many people have more than one fetish too. They insist I watch so, as a compromise to doing sex with them, I reluctantly agree feeing like a peeve, but what can I do. Inside their room they both step out of their sneakers and drop their warm up pants, but leave their boxers on. This is done in a hurry as if they're excited at the very thought of playing with each others' feet. The boys are about five feet, five inches tall and slim, but well put together. Looking at them in their underwear I notice that their legs seem too long for their torso and remember I'd thought that same thing on the beach last summer. And obviously they've grown taller in the last six months and that growth maybe occurred mostly in the length of their legs. Is it possible for boys to have beautiful legs? I'd describe their legs that way if it is. Long, thin legs with great natural muscular definition, just like I'd noticed in their arms. All of it God-given as they don't work-out at all. Legs like an artist might draw for the perfect young male form. No hair on the thighs at all and just the short, fine, light blond hairs on the lower part of the legs near the finely detailed calf muscles. The skin on their legs is a healthy pink tone just like the rest of them. Their great looking legs makes me think of my recent young friend Spunky, with his hot sixteen year old legs, which he'd meticulously shaved clean. It gives me a weird scary tingling feeling in my stomach imagining me shaving the twin's legs of their sparse short blond hairs. Then I shuddered thinking about my roommate Joey's recently discovered fetish for having his pubes shaved and the reality that I'd be doing that for Joey the first or second night back in the dorm 'causes more scary tingling in my lower belly. The boys leave their socks on and that draws my attention to their feet, wondering if it's the socks that make their feet look so long and narrow? I hadn't noticed long narrow feet last summer when they were barefoot or in sandals. Of course, their feet are as perfect as the rest of them. Noah flops down on his back, laying on the throw rug near one of their beds and Nathan casually lays the inside part of his left sneakers over Noah's nose and mouth. I'm guessing this a familiar routine for them from the way they routinely do it. Noah inhales the odor from inside the sneaker as Nathan slowly rubs his foot along Noah's body; first on the T-shirt and then pushing his foot under it to rub Noah's bare belly. Another big inhale of the sneaker with Nathan rubbing his foot on Noah's thigh and then up near his nuts. Noah moans as his cock begins to push against the inside of his boxers. When Nathan's foot is up near his neck Noah grabs it and puts the toes in his mouth. The move pushes the sneaker to the side only covering his nose as begins sucking on Nathan's sock-covered foot. At first the white sweat sock remains dry, but slowly Noah transfers enough spit to the sock until it's eventually soaked through with saliva and the outline of Nathan's toes are more obvious. More sucking and inhaling the sneaker odor gets Noah squirming as he lay there on the floor moaning around that foot in his mouth, and now after each sniff of the sneaker, "Ahhhh....ohhhhh". Gently, Nathan pulls his wet foot away from Noah's grasp and begins rubbing Noah's stiffening boner with his wet toes until he maneuvers that semi-hard cock out through the piss slit of Noah's underpants and it bobs in the air. Taking short fast breaths himself now, Nathan pulls off his wet sock and begins slowly rubbing his bare foot up and down the naked parts of Noah's body. His foot is indeed long and narrow and very graceful looking. Each toe perfectly formed with none of the gnarled up little toe or extra long big toe. All perfectly proportioned. Very nice arch in the bottom of his foot and not a single hair anywhere, just that same perfect pinkish skin. No one could draw a better picture of a foot then this real life one of Nathan's. Noah's boner's very hard by now, pointing straight up out the fly of his boxers about five inches and it's quite chubby. A nice big helmet head that appear wider than the shaft. Noah moves his hands slightly off the floor and Nathan grunts out, "No Noah, no touching." "Ahhh" was Noah's response as he again flattens his arms on the floor next to his body. A large clear drool of precum covers the head of his fat boner and he humped his ass off the floor as a few dark blond pubic hairs sneak out into the air. They look soft. Noah moan, "Mmmmm," as Nathan pushes his bare foot on Noah's belly just above the boner, squishing some of those pubic hair under his heel. That foot holds Noah against the floor. "No humping, Noah" said Nathan quietly. Noah rolls his head back and forth as more pre cum drools down that pinkish cock following the fine violet colored vein that runs down the length of his boner disappearing into his underwear. By now I'm a little sexually aroused myself and I have to admit the boys are simply so sexy it takes your breath away. I'm able to grope myself openly because neither of the twins is paying any attention to me and appear to not even know I'm in the room by now. Using his bare toes Nathan casually pushed the sneaker off Noah's face and poked his little toe up Noah's nostril before rubbing the bottom of his foot up Noah's face till the heel's on his forehead and then up into Noah's hair. Noah frantically tried to lick every inch of that foot as it travels up his face. Nathan bends over and pulls off one of Noah's white sweat socks and flips it on Noah's face to take the place of the sneaker. I frown at the dried sweat stains on the sock that I'd actually caught a whiff of it when it was in the air; teenagers' foot odor for sure. Noah frantically grabs the sock and pressing it tightly to his face inhaling longer then he'd done with the sneaker. Pre cum continues drooling out of his five inch cock and he's humping his hips off the floor again. Nathan says, "No!". I'd been fixated on Noah, but when I hear the "No" I look up and see that Nathan also had a hard boner visibly poking out the front of his boxers and he's rubbing it in a circular pattern with his right hand flat against it. Nathan is balancing himself on one foot taking a long wheezy breath and then, using his bare foot, he pulls Noah's boxer's waistband down, dragging Noah's boner with it, and fastens the waistband tightly under Noah's hard nuts as the boner sways back up to it's original position straight out from Noah's nicely formed pubic patch. Nathan begins rubbing Noah's cock with his bare foot smearing the pre cum onto the sparse pubes and then on Noah's belly just under his T shirt, and then fully down on his nuts. With amazing foot dexterity he massaged Noah's balls and pubic patch. Noah smacks his hands on the floor a number of times and makes a sound in his throat like a cat in heat. It startles me and I glance at Noah's face for the first time in a while. His eyes and mouth tightly shut, his face red and sweaty with tiny beads of sweat across his forehead. Nathan relentlessly rubs that bare foot down between Noah's legs, all around his pubic area, then down under his nuts past the waistband and with his big toe he presses slightly inside Noah's asshole. Noah lifts his ass off the floor as that mewing cat-sound again escapes his throat. My boner's hard as it can get and that tingling feeling I'm so familiar with has begun. I really want to wank that thing, but obviously I'm not going to. Taking his foot away from Noah ass, Nathan pushes the sock off Noah's face and again put his bare foot in it's place. Grabbing that foot in both hand Noah smells all over the bottom by rubbing his nostrils tightly against the bottom of the foot from the toes to the heel. Then lots of wild licking with his tongue extended as far as he can extend it, licking the heel and lapping at the arch before frantically getting the toes into his mouth again sucking on them with wet slurping sounds. Nathan's still comfortably balancing himself on his other foot continuing to massage his crotch from the outside of his underpants where a large wet spot indicates the head of his boner. Slurping loudly on Nathan's bare foot, Noah's humping his hips off the floor in a rapid rhythm. This time Nathan says nothing about the humping as Noah methodically sucks those toes one by one licking in between each of then until spit's dripping back down from the toes to Noah's chin. The big toe that Nathan pressed inside Noah's asshole is sucked on last and longest. My boner's at it's longest too. The big toe sucking puts Nathan over the edge and he pulls his boner outside his boxers to stroke it in a full blown jerk-off. Twenty seconds of that with many noisy breaths, grunts, and moans and he pulls his foot away from Noah's mouth, makes a high-pitched wail and climaxes, shooting a string of cum straight out three feet before it comes down to splat across Noah's bare legs. Noah does a muffled squeal as he spontaneously climaxes, his back arching off the throw rug, as a stream of cum shoots straight up before gravity takes over and in drops down on his T-shirt. Three more smaller shots of cum from Noah with him to grunting as each one spurts out. Nathan's muffled grunts follow each of his four follow up shots of creamy cum falling short of Noah. Gawking at this scene, my eyes open as big as they can throughout this extremely erotic episode; from beginning to end it lasted less then ten minutes, but oh my God it was hot!. My balls are driving sperm in twirling circles inside my nuts, but it would require a tiny bit more stimulation to get a climax up and out my wet, hard boner hiding inside my jeans. All three of us have red faces and heaving chest. The twins are especially red in the face and sweaty, with half closed eyes and I think I can see their hearts thumping inside their chests. Barely above a whisper, Noah moans out, "Oh man, that was the best yet". Noah hardly ever speaks so that represented quite a speech for him. Nathan sounds exhausted, muttering, "Having Oliver watch added to it, don't ya think?" Noah, still feeling the after affects of his climax can only mutter, "I guess". The truth is, neither of them even knew I was there through most of it. After a bit Nathan asks, "Is that a fetish, Oliver?" I act as if I'm considering that a serious question, then go, "Yes, I believe it may possibly qualify as one." Nathan told me that they've taken turns on the floor with identical results. He explains they usually do it totally naked, but that they didn't want to freak me out. I say, "Oh yeah, that would freak me out alright," as I'm thinking, 'Oh my God, if they'd done it totally naked I'd be shooting off in my pants for a week.' There are other positions the boys like while playing with their fetish; such as, after a long day of classes and outdoor play they'll get naked on one of their beds and laying next to each other head to feet so they can smell, suck and lick each others' feet until they spontaneously climax onto each other. No boner touching except for a kind of sword fight between their matching boners caused, of course, by all the mutual foot stimulation. Other times they leave their sweaty socks on and suck on them until they fire off their hard peckers. Sometimes it's as simple as smelling each other's sweaty socks as they jerk themselves off. They laughingly tell me how they've even tried getting hold of other guys' sweaty socks or sneakers to smell while jerking off. Many times they don't even need to jerk themselves off if the sock or sneaker is especially gross, then they'll spontaneous climax just sucking on it and smelling it. Way too much information for me, so I mutter, "Um, I get the idea. No need to give me anymore details." They seem pleased with themselves for some reason. We talk some about fetishes being subconscious things and how I don't know much about them, and neither do experts who have conflicting explanations for them. What I do know is it's a good thing the boys aren't guilty or embarrassed about their fetish because it is what it is and there ain't much they can do about it, although I suggested it's a private thing between them and it wouldn't be a good idea to share the existence of it with others, except your psychiatrists, of course. Then a short discussion about how they're doing in school and what the like to do other than sexy foot fetish stuff, and they like sports and playing video games and current music; and so that's normal enough. I like talking with the boys and, looking at them while I'm talking is a bonus for sure. But it's past time for me to hit the road as I check my watch and see it's four o'clock in the afternoon already! Jeez, I'm suppose to meet Joey back at the dorm before six. The twins hug me goodbye and thank me for coming, and for the pizza, but no kisses which disappoints me and sort of surprises me too. Unpredictable twins, as usual. The ride back is uneventful except the last half hour overlaps commuter drive time and was very slow going. I'd called Joey's cell phone right after leaving the Prep school and discovered there's no need for me to rush; his mother is dropping him off at the senior gymnast dorm and I can pick him up there any time. During the first part of my drive all I can think about is that unbelievable foot fetish show the twins put on. It brought on another boner from thinking about them doing their fetish stuff and the damn boner won't go down. It's a boner that needs attention and I decide I'll stop at our room and jerk off before picking-up Joey. The second part of the drive I think about things in general, starting with Frankie who in my dreams every once in awhile. It's almost like he's sending me telepathic messages or something. I really missed him and want to suck his cock and swap spit with him and run my fingers through his short red burr haircut. I'm helplessly in love with Frankie. And, no matter how hard I try not to picture that bitch Darleen in my head, there she is and I hate her for stealing Frankie from me? Why would he prefer her to me? I'd do anything for him, but right now I need to think about something else or I'll get in a depressed mood. Soon I'll be picking up Joey and that thought cheers me up. What would I do without Joey? It's been three nights since the last time I did Joey's bathroom routine with him, but since I missed doing it so much it seems longer then that. That's going to be fun, but thinking about it doesn't help this boner to go down. My only little concern is that Joey hadn't sounded upbeat on the phone, he seemed flat, I'll work to cheer him up when I see him. It makes me smile to myself just thinking about him and that fabulous gymnast body of his all naked and wet and slippery with me bathing and shampooing and putting the ointment on that rash up his hole, which usually results in him asking me for help him with his snake. Ha ha, a cute, huge snake it is too. Amazing that he seems so comfortable with me. Guess he has very little choice since he can't do for himself at the moment. Even after his bones heal there will be a lot of rehab to go through. Thinking about Joey helps my outlook quite a lot; it also made me forget my plan to stop at our dorm for that medicinal jerk-off that I'd planned on. I realize this as I'm parking in front of the gymnast seniors' dorm. Oh well, I'm here now, horny as hell from my experiences with Nathan and Noah a few hours back. Inside I spot Joey's wheelchair immediately, but no Joey. "Over here, Oliver" and there he is sitting at a table with some guy I don't recognize. They're playing cribbage. The first thing he comment on is my haircut, "Oh, um, ya got a haircut in Delaware," and that doesn't sound as if he likes it. One guy's he's with mumbles, "What kind of a fucked up barber you going to, dude? He smoking crack while cutting your hair?" I want to say, "Go fuck yourself," but I do my fake cough instead, and Joey asks, "Do ya mind if I finish this match, Oliver? We just started best out of three." I mutter, "Sure, no sweat," and notice his new casts, and exclaim, " Wow! Your casts, Joey. They're thin, and where's the harness?" He still can't use his arms, but the new cast are smaller and lightweight, looking much more comfortable. He explains these are partially soft cast and are all he needs for the next four to six weeks, and no shoulder rig at all. Even with these new casts he still can't reach below his belly button, but still, taking care him like getting him dressed and bathing him and all the other stuff will be easier with the removable semi-soft cast. He can wear regular shirts now too. It appeared Joey's trying to look excited about the new casts and about seeing me, but his emotions seem flat, like I said, and he doesn't look all that well. His dorky cribbage opponent does't know Joey well enough to realize he isn't feeling great, but I do. I ask, "You okay, Joey?" and he tell me he's fine and suggests I kill some time checking out the new wide screen, high definition, flat screen TV in the common room. I wander downstairs to the common area and find only one other guy in the whole place. He's sitting in a chair reading something with his back to me. I know who it is even though I can only see the back of his head. Short, slightly wavy, two-tone blond hair; mostly regular blond hairs, but with very light blond natural highlights all through it. Very cool and in all my years of boy watching I've seen this type of hair only a few times, and mostly on very young teens. Here at the University, hair like that belongs to only one person, Randy Rider. When I walk into the room he turns to look at me, so I say, "Whas sup, Randy?." He casually replies, "Oliver, my favorite freshman. You looking for the wheelchair kid?" He says it as though he and I have been buds for years, which gives me a good feeling. We easily slide into some small talk with me mentioning my my trip to Delaware, leaving out all the sex except the part about Spunky. He laughs and tells me I'm lucky hooking up with a sixteen year old, so obviously Randy's quite up-front about being gay. I mention that to him and he tells me he's always felt he was gay. I reply, "Weird, but that's my exact history too." Randy wants to know if I have a boyfriend and I go, "Well, almost. I think of him as my boyfriend and now all I need is for him to think that way too". We both laugh a little and he says he knows all about those one-sided deals. Randy's easy to talk to. By now I'm sitting on the arm of the chair next him and feeling relaxed with him. While he's telling me this long unrequited love tale, I study his face and marvel that I've just left the extraordinarily cute North twins a few hours ago and now I'm staring at another one of those one in a million faces. Funny too that all three of them are about the same size. The twins are sixteen and still growing, but Randy's probably twenty or twenty-one years old and is as tall as he'll ever be. Most gymnast are short; Joey at five foot, nine-inches is one of the tallest. In addition to his extraordinary hair, Randy has peaches and cream blemish-free skin that gives him an ultra clean look at all times. His hair isn't the only thing that's two toned as his bright brown eyes, that have a look of intelligence in them, are two toned as well. Bright brown with streaks of tan. Just looking into his eyes I'm thinking, 'This guy is smart'. Plus, everything he says is either smart sounding or smart-ass. He's funny and even though he's a big-shot junior, he put's me at ease and makes me feel like an equal. His face is deliciously cute; there's something about his cheekbone structure in conjunction with his mouth and lips that compliment each other just right. That nose of his has me thinking, 'So cute I'd like to bite it.' He also has that perfect imperfection, as I call it. A slight separation between his two front, brilliantly white teeth that gives him a boyish, mischievous look all the time, and when the boy smiles everything lights up, highlighted by those fabulous dimples next to those kissable cheeks of his. It's not fair really, but he's got it all and so do the twins, yet he looks nothing like the twins. Frankie is another one that has it all, in my opinion. I think those four are in a class all by themselves, blessed with exceptional good looks although they all are different; well, except for the identical twins of course. All four of them are perfect tens, and the rest of us aren't. A lot of guys are cute, but just not tens. Hey, I've been cataloging boys' looks for nine or ten years now so I know what I'm talking about. Intruding on my my daydreaming, I realize Randy's asked me a question so I say, "Excuse me dude, what was that?" He chuckles and mutters, "Good answer." Instead of letting it go, curiosity gets the best of me, "No, what'd you want to know?" Randy gets up and walks over to stand too close in front of me, saying, "I asked if you'd like to mess around in my room a little." I try doing my fake cough, but it gets caught in my throat and comes out as a gasp. He ignores it. I'm four or five inches taller than Randy, but with me sitting on the arm of that wing chair and Randy standing between my legs, his head's a little above mine and I'm looking up at him as he stares back at me calmly, then casually puts his hand behind my head and rubs his knuckles through my short hair slowly, mumbling, "I wasn't suggesting you get your hair cut this short when I said you need a haircut the other day." I go, "What?" then remember him pushing my long hair up off my forehead before saying I'd look even cuter with the hair off my forehead. His face gets closer and closer to mine and I can smell peppermint gum on his breath, as he adds, "This haircut is too sexy for you, Oliver. You're plenty cute and hot enough with a normal haircut." By the time he finishes saying that our lips are touching and I gulp trying again to say something. Randy closes his lips on mine and I open my mouth a little so he pushed his peppermint gum from his mouth into mine and then does his version of a French kiss. I'm already way over stimulated from my activities with the twins and now Randy's demonstrating the difference between making-out with beginners, like the boys, and making-out with an experienced university junior. Soon there's a boner in each of our pants as I go over backwards off the arm of the chair landing on my back in the seat with Randy and his boner on top of me. That breaks the kiss, and Randy laughs, saying, "You taste good Oliver; I knew you would". He's laying comfortably on top of me with a distinctive personal scent unlike any I've noticed on boys before. And I say that even though he's sweaty from gymnastic practice. Rubbing my nose in his beautiful hair, I quietly ask, "You want your gum back?" He kisses me on the cheek and, with a chuckle, says, "What I'd rather have is you sucking me off. That's what I asked you originally. Will you?" I mutter, "Yes," and we struggle to get up out of that chair and, mostly because of Randy's efforts, we succeed in doing that. "Let's go to my room, Oliver," and just like that I follow him, thinking to myself, 'I'm so scared, but if I ever hope to be confident I have to be decisive first. Plus, there isn't any reason I can't have some casual, playful sex with a hot kid like this. A kid who thinks I'm cute. Nothing wrong with that." He's one of only a few juniors allowed to room in the senior's dorm. Being co-captain of the gymnastic team is the reason for the exception. The senior dorms are the newest on campus and I hope to be in one of them in a few years. His roommate won't be back for at least an hour and Randy says he wants to make the most of it. Inside the room Randy drops his gym shorts apologizing for his sweaty condition, but he finished working out just ten minutes ago. He couldn't be more relaxed or direct, "Do you mind getting on your knees, Oliver. It's hottest having someone blow me on their knees." Getting down in front of him, he mumbles, "I've had this funny thing for you ever since that first day we took you guys out to lunch and you kept peeking at me all during lunch." While I wait on my knees in front of him he rubs my hair with both his hands as he talks. It feels nice and adds to the casualness Randy's lends to everything. It's also the kind of thing that puts me in a trance. Someone taking for granted I'll do what they want, and after a bit he just holds my head loosely in both hands, saying, "It would be fabulous if you could start by licking through my jockstrap and later I'll let you taste my real live pecker. Okay?" Without waiting for me to agree, he pulls my head towards him until my face is tight up against his sweaty jockstrap. Randy talks in an normal, everyday tone of voice saying, "Just start tonguing under my jock and see if you can get it really saturated. Go ahead, Oliver." There's a strong odor coming off his crotch and it isn't an especially pleasant odor; his jock smells pretty much like you'd think a sweaty jockstrap would smell. I like sucking a young guys cock though, so I ignore the smell, convincing myself it's sexy, and began lapping just under his jock near his hole. My plan is to work my way up to his so-called real live pecker as quickly as possible. Randy goes, "Oh yeah, freshman, just like that. Ohh, good." It doesn't surprise him I'm doing this and it doesn't surprise me either. His ass is pretty much hairless; most of the rest of his body is smooth and hairless too, including his legs. With an arm around each of his thighs for something to hold on to, I'm doing long licks with my tongue near his pubic area where there are hairs, but it's more like regular hair rather than pubic hair. He pushes my head further under him, between his musclebound legs and those legs hold my head in place as I basically rim him. It's unpleasant initially, but the more I lick the better I like it. The initial foul taste and smell is replaced with my saliva smell and after a short time his asshole is slippery with my spit and I'm lapping long licks all over his buttocks. All the time I'm doing this the gum from Randy's mouth is between my cheek and my back teeth. He has me rim him for at least five minutes and my neck begins aching bent backwards so long. I can't hear anything during this entire time because his thighs are flat against my ears holding my head in place. He gets two pinches of my short hair and pulls my head forward, face to face with his sweaty jockstrap again. His cock is now very hard and pointed up past the waistband of the jockstrap. Randy's breathing short, fast breaths as he says, "Now the jock, Oliver." I'm totally under his spell, the way I get, and I lap that stinky jock until it's saturated with my spit. Randy moans, "Ohhh shit, whoa. Wait a second, let me get this off," and with that he holds my head in place with another pinch of my hair in front and, with the help of his other hand, he steps out of his jock. His breathing is raspy as he strokes his long fat, hard boner a half dozen times before going, "Jesus, I'm glad you showed up, dude. I needed this." He's pulling on my hair making me grimace, and he goes, "Be patient, I'll let you suck it." Then, positioned my face against his naked groin, I start hungrily lapping under his big balls with gusto. For a guy his size he's really hung, but not quite as big as Pete, the mailroom kid. I try remembering some of the things Alexander did when sucking me off, but mostly I just do long laps of his balls and then suck in one ball at a time to tongue and suck on it in my mouth. The ball sac hangs kind of low and I can feel his large nuts rolling around in there. Randy's moaning in his throat, but manages to grunt out, "Get my pubes now, and use more tongue." I'm licking fast long licks in his pubes with random ones sticking inside my mouth, but it doesn't bother me now because my own cock is hard and throbbing and that's got a lot of my attention. Lapping down under his balls, again plastering his pubic hairs against his body with my saliva, then I work my way up one side of his big boner getting those pubic hair to lay flat against him. Over and over with long wet licks at his pubic hairs until every one is flattened wet against his body. It gets to be incredibly sexy licking Randy's private parts. "Oh, you're good, Oliver. Now my cock, and suck it hard." I lap up the outside of that long cock and around all sides, and up and down dragging my nose against his fat cock and on the way down, my chin drags on it on my way up. My tongue is stretched way out of my mouth, flat against his great boner. After a few minutes of that big tongue action he grunts out, "Oh fuck ohhh," and he roughly pulls my head away slightly so he can get his cock in my mouth and I suck on the expanding head with my lips, and lap it with my tongue, and this is definitely the best part for me. While sucking the head of his cock I stroke shaft, I suck it and licks it and suck it some more, stroking his wet stone hard cock almost in a frenzy. My cock is painfully hard so I unzip, pull it out and wildly jerk myself off without letting up with the sucking of Randy's. It's so awesomely sexy sucking Randy Rider's cock. The fisting of my own boner is a blur of motion and, ohhhh, everything feels so good. All day I've been sexually stimulated by one thing or another and, except for early this morning I haven't had an orgasm and I'm desperately in need of one. Stroking my boner and sucking on Randy's cock is such a hot turn-on I'm making noises of pleasure in my throat. Randy moans, "I'm fucking close now, get ready to swallow my load," and he holds of my head in both hand again and forces his fat cock head in my throat as I gag because that cock head is a tight fit down my throat, but I'm taking it and I like it too. He pulls back and runs the head of his cock along roof of my mouth as I gasp in oxygen, then in one smooth movement he forces it down my throat all the way down to my Adam's apple, pressing his spit soaked crotch tight against my lips and then my teeth while he grinds his hip around on my face with my nose squishing against his spit wet belly. Moaning openly now, he pulls his cock head up and out until it's just between my lips and I suck on it until he starts the trip across the roof of my mouth and back down into my throat again. Randy's breathing loudly as his cock head begin expanding disturbingly large and he goes, "Eeeeeee, ooooh," contracting his stomach muscles forcing a long stream of creamy cum against the back of my throat, then a shot of cum at the roof of my mouth before pulling his cock out entirely, stroking it like crazy. It's a race who's stroking themselves faster, Randy or me. Swallow three times, accommodating all the cum in my mouth and throat plus the chewing gum from Randy's mouth. The next stream of cum from Randy's long boner hits me right in my face and my climax spurts out of my stone hard boner in a hard stream of cum splattering Randy's legs as I'm going, "Ohhhh fuck! aghhhh, ooooh yeah." My second shot hits his legs too as Randy's smaller spurts of cum land in my hair, then we both pull tightly on our peckers milking drools of cum until our nuts are drained. The squeaking and squealing sounds have us looking into each others eyes with Randy making a face like, "What the fuck...?" I shrug and we both have to chuckle at how goofy we sounded while climaxing. We're out of breath, but we have to laugh. Randy gives me a hug around my neck and then bends down to kiss me on the side of my face before exclaiming, "Oh my God, Oliver, that was freaking awesome! You rock something crazy, dude. I'm going to be following you around like your fucking dog begging you to suck me off again. That was something." I'm smiling at the compliment as he helps me up. We both go over to the sink, there was no bathroom in the room, just the sink. Picking up a used washcloth from the side of the sink, used by either Randy or his roommate, Randy washes my face with it and cleans the cum out of my hair, all the time telling me what a fantastic blow job that was. That's nice to hear, but the washcloth smells funky! When I'm relatively cum free, he uses the same washcloth to clean the cum off his legs and then rubs his crotch and under his ass with it. Absently playing with his now limp dick, he checks out a pile of dirty clothes until he finds the cleanest, dirty pair of boxers in the pile, then puts them on, saying, "You're an expert at giving head, Oliver. You've had a lot of experience, do ya?" He say this a neutral way, like he's sincerely interested. I tell him the truth, "I've done it three or four times in real life, but a thousand times in my head." Randy's surprised, as he says, "Wow, you're a natural and I hope you'll let me return the favor, Oliver. I'd really love to." I go, "Sure, Randy." Getting a comb out of a drawer he combs my wet hair down, like it was before he mussed it and then shot cum in it. While combing my hair he goes, "My boyfriend, Danny, dumped me after all these months together so I'm single again." When he said that he really sounded sad as I ask, "He dropped you?". Randy chuckles, mumbling, "Yeah, hard to imagine ain't it?" Out of Randy's room I follow him to a vending machine area where he buys both of us an ice cold bottles water. I'm feeling so good. Getting my rocks off did wonders for my outlook. Randy says, "Ya know, Oliver, I could fall for you, dude. Ya wanna be my boyfriend?" Smiling at him because I can tell by the way he asked that he's just goofing around. I say, "Well what about my half a boyfriend? What am I going to do about him?" Randy finishes his water and goes, "It don't sound like he'd even know you dumped him since he don't know you two are an item in the first place." I thought about that and mumble, "Oh yeah, that's a good point. Okay, let's get married...our children are going to be cute, don't ya think?" He squeezes the back of my neck and tells me that my half a boyfriend is a fool. As we're walking together back to the common area, we talk about the University some and then I tell him about my hot convertible Mini Cooper, which he says is way cool. Then I hear Joey call out, "Any time you're ready, Oliver. I'm just watching these guys play now." Randy and I bump fists and say, "see ya around the campus, dude," as he gets his book and goes back to his room. I go for Joey and see that someone has helped Joey hop over to his wheelchair. I've got a smile on my face, thinking, 'Not only am I fitting in here at college, I'm almost in a clique, sort of, plus I've had a fabulously sexy weekend. And, I've made a great friend in Joey and we're both almost straight A's students. Plus, I've just had a hot and fun blow job with the hottest thing I've seen in college so far, so all is fine in Oliver's world. Damn, I do rock.' Pushing Joey's wheelchair to my car I stop behind a van, lean over and kiss Joey on the cheek saying, "I really missed my master" Joey gives me a small smile and goes, "Get me in the car, slave. I need to pee like mad!". He always has to pee and he always waits for me to help him do it, which is nice. Putthing the top down so the collapsable wheelchair will fit in the little back seat, we drive to our dorm and go directly to the bathroom where I plopped Joey on the toilet and hold his penis as he takes a sixty second pee. Standing in front of him bending over holding his dick, my forehead rests on his shoulder. Joey leans the side of his head against mine and says, "I missed you more than you missed me, I'll bet". He is referring to me taking care of him, especially the hygiene stuff and the hand jobs. I mutter, "I'm the gay kid, so I missed you more," and he chuckles, going, "But I'm the kid who can't reach my own dick." I ask, "You hungry?" I'm starving again and anxious to get to the dining hall, but Joey's much less enthusiastic about it, although he agrees to go. All he wants is a cup of chicken soup while I get the full pot roast dinner with ice cream and a brownie for dessert. Joey looks away for most of the meal so finally I say, "Apparently you're not going to tell me on your own, so I'm asking you point plank what's wrong?" He beats around the bush for a bit, but finally admits he hasn't taking a crap for three days because he was too embarrassed to ask his mother to wipe his ass. He tries to make a joke and say I'm the only person he trusts wiping his ass. It's obvious something is wrong with Joey, and I'm glad it's just that he's constipated. Relieved, I say, "No problem, dude. That room of ours has all kinds of first aid stuff and there's a couple of those Fleet enemas thingies too. We'll go back and I'll give you one right now." Joey says, "Just like that?" and I go, "Yep, just like that." He's shaking his head, muttering, "You're really a good friend, Oliver. Thanks, man." Back to the room I'm determined to see that Joey's going to feel better. Constipation isn't something I've had much experience with, but the few times I've been constipated it made me feel sluggish and slightly sick. Putting a straight back chair in the bathroom next to the toilet, I get both Fleet enema bottles out of their boxes. Then, with a bit of difficulty I get Joey naked and laying across my lap to lube his hole with creamy Vaseline, enjoying fingering him for a couple minutes. Not a peep out of Joey. Pushing my finger in his hole a couple of inches I feel a hard stoppage. So, into his hole goes the nozzle of the Fleet enema tube and I squeeze in the solution steadily. Shortly, Joey complains of cramps and I haven't even finished the first bottle. The instructions say one bottle will usually be more than enough for a two hundred pound person, but what the hell, we have two bottles so we might as well do it twice as good. It gave me pause though because Joey's about a hundred and thirty pounds when soaking wet. Then I figure, let's really clean his insides out once and for all; we'll use them both. Massaging under his belly, low down near his dick, relieves some of the cramping and I continue pumping the enema inside him hoping to get the solution up further into his bowels. I hear the growling inside him, sounding kind of like my stomach growling when I'm hungry. The cramping is still there, but let up enough so I can finish off the first bottle, and the nozzle of the new one goes in his ass. Joey moans, "Oh my God this sucks". Squeezing in some more from the second enema bottle while I massage Joey's muscular buttocks, hoping it helps push the liquid up inside him quicker. Startling the hell out of me when, some brown water drools out his hole around the nozzle of the enema tube, "Hey, you're leaking, Joey. Hold it in so it can loosen everything up inside there." I dab at the smelly brown water, then give the enema bottle a big squeeze with Joey complaining, "It really hurts, I have bad cramps and I don't know how much longer I can hold it in. I'm straining my ass off as it is." Doing some tough love for his benefit, I go, "Hmmmm. Try a little harder, dude. Work with me here. This isn't my idea of fun either, ya know." I'm a little disappointed he isn't more grateful I'm going through this trouble for him. His voice is very strained so, feeling a sense of urgency to get the remainder of this second bottle inside him I squeezed it all in him real fast. Proud of myself I pull the nozzle out of his hole and just like that a six inch hard stream of shitty water follows the nozzle out of his hole. "God damnit! Hold it in Joey" I shout, barely making out hi groaning , "I can't hold it in any longer." Well, obviously I've got to get him on the toilet quickly, so I swing his legs around off my lap as a stream of shitty water is now coming out in a pressurized ten inch spray and going all over everything, including me. "God damn it!" I yell again, getting him up on his one good leg, but he's disoriented hopping around in a circle with that hose of shitty brown water shooting out of his hole covering everything in it's path. He's going, "Ahhhhh," as he hops in that stupid circle. Grabbing his shoulders, I sit his ass down hard on the toilet seat and immediately hear clumps of waste matter hit the water. Good grief, just in the nick of time. His stream of brown water crossed the toilet seat too so he's sitting in shitty water even as he evacuates his bowels. Taking all my clothes off except my underpants, muttering the whole time, I get out the bathroom cleaner and begin the clean-up. First, all the shitty water is wiped up using three large bath towels and then the Lysol disinfectant cleaner, the whole freaking container, is sprayed around that bathroom and more clean towels are used to absorb the disinfectant. Then clean wet towels and finally clean dry towels soak the clean water up. All during the cleanup Joey's groaning as he shits out four days worth of fetal matter. Gross smell all around us. I use of all our towels so it's going to be a hell of a laundry load tomorrow and bleach is definitely gonna be a part of the wash. Joey keeps shitting periodically as I'm searching through the bathroom cabinets for other towels and I find two clean ones of Joey's in the cabinet under the sink, for our bath. Sitting on the edge of the tub trying not to show Joey how distasteful this ordeal is to me, I watch Joey periodically shit for fifteen minutes, then I help him stand while I disinfected the toilet seat and clean his ass and the back of his legs with washcloths. And then I do it again with clean washcloths. He, me, and the entire bathroom are very clean before I'm satisfied. Sweat's dripping off my face and glistening on my chest by the time I'm done. Joey's sitting on the clean toilet seat again moaning, and in between grunting out the last of the enema water, he gives me a goofy look and says in his pretend serious voice, "That went very well, don't ya thing, Oliver". I make a face like, 'Ya gotta be kidding me!' and we start laughing. It's so preposterous, and silly I can't stop laughing thinking of Joey hopping in a circle while a stream of shitty water fires out his ass. For a second there the laughing almost gets me taking a pee in the sink. Tears running down our faces from laughing so hard, I get a stitch in my side and can't catch my breath, thinking, 'This is it, I'm going to die of suffocation" and then, just like that, I can breath again. Snickers go on for awhile with one of us twirling our index finger in a circle imitating Joey hoping around with that hose of brown, shitty water firing out his ass hole, and we get laughing again. By the time we're over the laughing, Joey's over his shitting and I wipe his ass real good for him as Joey mutters, "I'm so friggin' weak from shitting, but already feeling better, Oliver. My ass hurts and by belly hurts, and I'm wicked tired too." I know how he feels, but we still need a bath so I insist he get in the tub for a quick one. After I remove the soft casts, he holds his arms against his stomach and clasps his hands together to prevent sudden movement. The cast on his knee still needs the plastic cover. When he's situated in the warm water he goes, "Oh yeah Oliver, you were right, this bath feels good. How about you getting in with me like ya did last Friday". to be continued.. Chapter 17 (More Joey & Randy) Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Detail on the site. Thank you!