Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2003 09:38:41 EDT
From: Jarrod749@aol.com
Subject: Roomies, me and Larry Joe

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descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys of age. The acts are
consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write:
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Larry Joe.

Roomies, me and Larry Joe.

We were roomies at school. Larry was from Georgia....and I was from New York.
Here we were in the Deep South for college, in a fraternity that seemed to
recruit more from the north, than south.
 Larry was a smallish, beautiful kid, with wavy red-brown hair, and freckles
everywhere. Cute short, straight nose but turned up slightly. He gave you the
most innocent of first....and second...impressions. You felt like you had to
like him...how could you not?
He struck you as somewhat backward, bashful...the just coming out of his
shell type.
 I wasn't big, about 5'10"....Larry was about 5'8". We rushed him to join our
fraternity, and while I didn't do recruiting, I had my eyes on him all the
time. I always felt us Yankees should leave the recruitin' in a southern
fraternity house to the southerners.
 Well, we didn't have a big membership, so there were available beds in our
house for some of the new kids.
 More often, 'pledges' stayed at dorms, even if there were rooms available at
the house, cause you are closer to the hazing and the demands of fuckin'
dumbass brothers...of which I was now one.
 Anyways, after pledges are invited and accept, there's the designation of an
active brother such as myself to be Big Brother to each pledge. I got Larry
assigned to me....and as luck would have it, I had an extra bed in my room, and
Larry agreed to bunk there. Ahhh. My prey was in the lair. Hmmm. Remember
that.
 Our school year was typical with parties, beer, dates, and the occasional
study effort. We all had duties for the house, and of course the pledges did all
the shit jobs.....I was House Manager, you know, heating, painting, repairs,
etc., so I would be the one assigning the majority of pledge duties.
 Being far from home, guys like myself had no place to go for holidays and
stuff, 'cause the travel cost a lot, and we weren't in a school down south
'cause it we had money. Duh!   Well, often, a lucky brother would be invited home
with another for the weekend. In the South, where football is religion, you
either went to a high school or local college football game on either
Thanksgiving, before the turkey feast, or on the next Saturday.
 Larry invited me, and I was sort of extra pleased, because our roomie
arrangement was getting testy, and some days we didn't even talk. I felt this would
give us a chance to fix up whatever was wrong. I really didn't know. It was
probably just too much being too close in the room. It wasn't release, 'cause we
were both taking turn in our double bunk
keepin' the other one awake what with all the wackin' and shakin'.
 Larry didn't strike me as the stud with girls, but we both dated at the
parties every weekend. He often drank too much, which was another reason, I had
him pegged for being off the leash for the first time, and not sure how to
handle it.
 We made the trip to Larry's for the holiday by bus. I had no idea what to
expect, and I saw the kid as an unassuming, shy boy, who probably was very quiet
at home, with maybe a good friend or two.
 His dad and mother picked us up at the station, in not too old a
non-luxurious car, and strange....practically no talking all the way home.....from
anyone. I thought I was shy. Could we all be? Man, this would be some dull ass time
if that were so. We pulled into the drive, and the house was sort of out
alone, in a treed, but not wooded area. Expansive seeming. The house looked bigger
than what I was used to at home, but it was very deceptive. I still to this
day, don't know if I really knew how big it was, but it was huge. Immaculate.
The kitchen had a huge wraparound window that overlooked a lake that looked like
it went on forever, with majestic trees surrounding the area, but not heavily
wooded.
 The kid was rich....loaded!! and never even gave a hint of it. I went into
analysis mode, and decided that either the parents were very strict, and never
got along, and therefore, while Larry had all this fabbo around him, he
probably resented it 'cause his parents were such sticks in the mud.
 Anyways he showed me 'round. He took me on the requisite tour of his old
stompin' grounds....although I was still sure that he didn't do any real
stompin'...of any kind.
 I never got a feel for any sex life in him...mine was no great shakes, I can
tell you....
undercover gay boy that I was. But nobody had any idea about me, and most
suspected I was virgin too, but I was such a rousing tough guy exterior, leader
type, that any thoughts of me not being studly, were dismissed out of hand.
 The holiday, and requisite game, and all, were ok. Larry and I loosened up
with some beer after we got away from the family and made downstairs to his
basement poolroom, and TV and every other thing a boy could want to play with.
The whole area seemed bigger than my parents' whole house. There was a wet bar
and all. I didn't like booze, but Larry took a shot or two....along with our
beers.
 We talked and talked and I was thinking we might really fix up our problem
back at school that had got us on edge.
 I was sittin' at the bar on a stool, and he was in a sort of divan thing,
when out of character, he says, "Comere, Robbie....lemme show some of my prides
and joys."
 I was elated and we both had big grins for seeming to all of a sudden be
liking each other again. We went into this like, trophy room, den or something,
and there was a shelf of trophies and stuff he had won....some as I suspected,
were academic, I remember a bowling one, or two, and I think there was
something for skiiing which shocked me, but they do find places to ski in the
south....and I think a couple for golf. Boy, he never bragged, about his house, his
money, his car....the car we tooled around in, earlier, was his...he never said
anything about awards, nothing. I was feeling this kid's really like me,
'cept for the bankroll.
 Quiet, wow, just like I would be if I had money, I thought. I wouldn't want
to flaunt it either.
 Then he walked me back to a kinda room between the rooms, and there was a
double bunk much like the one we shared at school. He gently patted the top one,
and rubbed his hand back and forth the center middle of it....and sniffed in
as he brought his face close to mattress edge.
 "This, Robbie, is the site of my first fuck."
 Wheww! I went almost dizzy....this little bashful guy.....
 He continued,"....and most a'the fucks afta that, too."
 Now I was really crazed. He was a little fuckin' stud boy...and I , was the
dick!!! Man, I was embarrassed for myself. My mind wilds up on an image, and I
actually could see this cute-as-a-bug kid, naked, in all his freckles, his
boy toes curled, poundin' and pumpin' away at that cunt on this top bunk my hand
was now also gliding over ever so lightly, sweat clamming up my palms.
 Then he tells me, he don't ever see that girl he first banged anymore, but
he'd had a whole string of 'em after.
 "Gotta tell yuh, though, I don't know if its 'cause she was my first, or
what, but I always think of her, even when I'm fuckin' another cunt. She smelled
so good, too. Man she let me bang the livin' shit out of her...screamed her
ass off...begged for more of my cock....man....and I give it to her...over and
over and over....we fucked after school, a lot. Sometimes when even the folks
were here we played quiet, and put the mattress on the floor so there'd be no
racket.
 I must have been beet red in total bashfuls, and shock at this little guy
being such a cocksman! ....and me, without portfolio.
 He walks me back to the wet bar and makes a drink for himself, and hands me
another beer, and we sat again like before, with him on the divan. He says, as
he opens the top of his pants, "Man, I'm horny fum all that cunt talk...."
and he rubs around making no bones about his playing with his meat. One thing
about roomies makes that scene less than suggestive...or queer...we've seen it
all with each other, so nothing is new to either of us. Soon after he takes
another dose of booze, sighs, pulls his legs up, we were in socks through our
whole time down there, and he pushes his pants off, and runs his palm over his
pud, and back and forth. He was wearing boxers, so I couldn't see his meat, and
I don't think he was boned lessen he had it laying against his belly. In his
white tee, and light blue boxers, white athletic socks....all those
freckles....man, he was deeeelicious!!! I didn't say, when I said freckles
ever'where....I mean ever'where, cock an' all...when he was naked, his reddish-brown hair
and freckles made him look more red, than pinky white....even fire-red cock
hairs!
 Well, he stared at me....said nothin'. I don't know if I was blank,
questioning facially, or nervous...but I didn't react to him in any way, and think I
had let it go over my head. Remember, in spite of his cunt-talk, I still see
him more innocent, than stud....such a cute little guy.
 He then said, "You know, that girl I banged....ya know, the furs' one, she
laid right here, and sometimes," he leaned forward, staring me hard in the
face, and said, "....sometimes, she'd get right here on her knees after I porked
her, and she'd get right here and blow me, man! God, Robbie, she'd blow
me...she made me feel so good....like a big guy...like a man...a big man. Yowwwwwww!"
he screeched...."She'd suck my balls in her mouth, and suck like a
vacuum...then swish 'em around....ohhhhh, god....did I love that!"
 He leaned back against the chair back now, ending the mystery, as he took a
really hard, freckled cock out his boxers. In the light from the floor lamp, I
could see the moist drooze on the tip of it.
 I was one hot, shaking.....queer boy, wanting my roomie sooooooo bad.
 Looking back on this whole scene....he knew that. He had to know that! I
don't think he was checkin' out a suspicion...it was like he knew he was gonna
get somethin'....and right there and then. I never did anything, with
nobody...never....but this was maybe the closest I ever was to.....something.
 He said, "Djevah, jack wit' another kid, Rob?"
 "Uhhh, huh?" I stalled, caught off guard, day-dreaming about a guy's wet,
hard dick, throbbing in front of me....with it's owner waggin' it back and forth
and back, like a metronome.
 "Yuh know? Djeva do it? With another guy?"
 "Umm, no...we never did stuff like 'at. No. Never," I said.
 "Man, you haven't lived, boy. Robbie, man, you been sheltered up 'ere in 'at
cold no'thland."
 "Gettin' down wit' 'nother, guy, man....heaters at the ready....poppin'
off...laughin'...and whippin' the cock snot off'n yur fingers at all yer buds. We
did the most fun doin' 'at down at the lake. Nekked 'cept fer sho'ts, thannn,
you whips out...pumps and shoots....sheee-ittt...we use used to even have
cummin' contests. We even had the loser jack the farthest shooter
sometimes....uddah times, he'd blow us all. Man....great times, man! Great times!!!"
 There was no missing my fuckin' heartbeat. Or him fully wackin' albeit
slowly right then, geez, I was nuts...I wanted so bad to rub my pants front, but
didn't want to be seen, even though the little fucker had to know already.
 "Comere, man...Robbie...comeohn....sit here," he patted the divan seat right
near him.
 I stumbled a bit as I slowly went to his seat. He grabbed my wrist and
pulled me down, till I sat. He stuffed his fingers into my belly at my pants top,
and said, "Comeohn, boy, get it out....I seen it b'fore, 'member? Show
baby....show me. Le's us get reacquainted."
 It seemed like hours till I finally opened up, and unzipped, and worked my
pants down, to the point where I could get at my peter....I stopped, and
looked, trembling...at Larry's....
then v-e-r-y slowly....I looked up into his face....Goddddd!....he could make
me do anything now....I think I wanted him to make me do....something.
 He smiled, a devilish little smile, and his smallish, slender, freckled
fingers dove into my waistband, and grabbed my cock, and I jumped from the strange
hand-sensation, not to mention, that this was the FIRST strange hand on my
pecker.....EVER!!!!
 He pumped it once! My god! A guy jacked me!!!! Then he said, "Do it,
man....pump it! Comeohn, pump it!!"
 Without a thought, my hand just went to my own dick, and touched his hand as
it released my cock and left it to me.
 He nodded and nodded up and down slowly, like a teacher working with a
mentally shortchanged kid, and I started to jack, and more, and he went faster on
his own, and faster and faster and faster, and as I went out of breath, and
bouncing there next to Larry, he yelled, "Okay, farderest shooter get's jacked
off, "kay???
 I hollered, "Ohhhh, yehhhhh!!!"
 That little bastard shot a wad half way 'cross the room, and I shot my best
about a foot in front of us. I looked down, with my goo drooling onto the
bottom of my pants leg, breathing heavy, heaving up even, and tonguing in and out
my mouth....and I then looked over to a very wide smile on Larry's
face...."Don't worry, Rob...I r'cover fast, yuh can have it in a minute...."
 I stammered, "Hey, I...."
 Larry said, "A promise man, we roomies, gotta be good and right wit' each
uddah. So, man, look, yuh owe me a handjob....and I want yuh to do me. Nobody's
gonna knowwwww!!
Please....I shouldn't be askin' man....yuh should be wanting to pay off. It's
honah man."
 Another seeming many minutes, like hours, and I moved my hand to him
slowly....like a slow motion movie. Then when I was pretty close, he put his hand on
my upper arm, and slowly, steadily, ran it all the way down, to my wrist, to
my fingers, and closed tightly enclosing his cock inside. He looked right in my
face, by leaning down, looking up into my face, smiling, nodding. Then his
hand followed the same route back up my arm.....
stopping at my shoulder.
 I was jackin' my first other guy. My head was spinnin'. I remember being
soooo dizzy. I felt like I might pass out, and I didn't even feel Larry's hand
move up behind my shoulder to my neck and soothingly rub, massage, the back of
my neck and squeezing, and pressing, and pushing and his face went back down
looking up into mine, as he continued to press my face toward his....down and
down....and then he moved his head slowly away and down and down and his
cockhead touched MY LIPS!!!! Oh, noooooooo!! My lips touched my room mate's cock.
I'm...I...what am I gonna do.....Larry said, so whisperly, "Please, my buddy,
Robbie, please suck your buddy. I need  your help sooooo bad," he whimpered, so
pleading, so needing, so inside my MOUTH!!!!
 He kept hold of my neck, pressing, squeezing, his lips against my ear, the
heat of his breath, "Blowme, boy, blowmepleaseblowmeeeeeee," he whispered so
breathily, heating my ear.
 In what seemed like 2 seconds....he bumped and humped up into my mouth and
filled my mouth with the same shot that he had fired moments ago four feet or
more!!!!
 "It's me baby...it's me. Suck it....suck it down. Tell me you sucked your
buddy's dream cream down....we'll be soooo much to each other, he still hotly
whispered...gasped those voice breaths into my ear.
 I swallowed. My tongue pressed his cock to my pallet. He bucked. He spasmed.
He whispered from his now sitting back position...."Gooooood boy.....soooooo
gooood, for your roomie......" it's like he knew I wanted to fix our roomie
relationship, and knew, and used it on me.
 His cock was still in my mouth, he was still pressing very gently, and he
leaned up to my ear, and down, and whispered, "I'll be ready right soon, boy,
and you can lip me off again, boy, again, you can, you can have it, I promise,"
and his peter, that never went soft, steeled once more, and my swabbing tongue
continued to wash over that freckled boy dick one more time.....I was sooooo
excited. I done it. I wanted to. I wanted to....again!
 My fucked up head didn't even say, "Hey asshole, you ain't gettin' anythin'
fer this!!" I just kept sucking off my roomie.
 The hours passed...the time between recoveries lengthened. Larry got off in
my mouth....3 more times....I got mine on the divan, and also on the floor,
where I was now kneeling between the totally naked boy, just like he said his
cunt had kneeled when she done him. He had slowly stripped me too, socks and
all, and he said, as he went for the mattress off the upper bunk.."I need to care
fo' you, now, too, yuh know."
 I hadn't even realized he'd done nothin' for me.
 He laid out the very same mattress he'd laid all his girls on, even ran his
nose up the sheet, before he eased me down on my belly, and then with almost
the slinkiest of moves, my legs were spread, my cheeks spread, and his
face....and tongue were in my crack. I COULDN'T believe it. All I could think was,
southern boys can shock you with what sex stuff they do. He certainly did. My
shitter!! Ugchhh!! How could he do it? A yankee boy shit chute? Wheeww!
 His tongue became wild....and every skin to skin touch he made with me made
me so excited....goosebumps even.
 I felt his tongue in my hole...I felt his
finger...fingers....wigglin'....wormin'....whirrrrlin'.... and then every thing went....nothing. No tongue....no
sound...no movement.....thennnnnn
.....I felt a slight, and building stretch-kind of pain, and he laid his
whole naked on my back as his beautiful freckled dick slid into me while he
whispered into my ear with that hotboy breath...."Told yuh, I pay back good deeds,
boy. Lemme jus' lay here and fuck you baby, and make you feel soooooooooooo
fyyyyyyyyyyne!!!"
 There was a special way southern boys say 'fine'. And man, could Larry Joe
say it.
 It was midnight when his pretty boy dick slid into me, and he whispered in
my ear, then tongued it, then kissed it and sucked it into his mouth, his butt,
humping very slowly the whole time.
 It was light. It was very bright out...had to be past 9 in the morning. I
woke because Larry had turned me over on my back, and my legs were over his
shoulder, and he was pounding into me like a wildman. When he banged my eyes open,
he stuck his tongue out and smiled, and said, "Mohnin', roomie....fuckin' y
ou'wake boy. Nuthin' like a good 'get up in the mohnin' fuck fum yo' roomie.
 "Dya like it, boy? Dya like when I fuck you?"
 "Oh yeh. Ohyyayah. Fuck me. Fuck me Lar-uh-ungh-uh-ry."
 He laughed, throwing his head way back, and then snapped down....."Ah am, my
fuck dude, ah am. Ahmena be fuckin' you all the times yuh wants it my man.
You a fuckin' man....and ah am yo' fuckman.
 "In a bit, boy, yuh can suck me, then we'll get some breakfast....take a
ride, and I wanna fuck you and ever'thin' ever'where ah evah fucked any'un.
'Kay??"
 I said, "Oh yeh, Larry, I love doin'...fuckin' and...with you.....and but,
whut's "and ever'thin?'"
 He smiled, and said, "Well pussy eatin', and cock suckin' and all....you
know."
 Boy did I know it....boy I might still be 'cunt virgin'...but I wasn't no
virgin cunt no more....that's for damn sure.
 In the car, we rode down to his park site by the school, he told me he rode
my tail 8 times last night, and we'll do more than that every night till we
get back on the bus for school. Then he said, "I want to set up so's you can
blow me on the bus, 'kay, dude?"
 I nodded, and said, "Sure I will, Lar."
 "Happy suckin' man," he said, as he put my hand on his fly and rubbed.
 You know it was strange. Back at school and now all this time later, Larry
never made his grades, and didn't come back to school the next year, I always
thought if there was a guy for me that I would 'take care of'.....that I'd love
him. I don't think I loved Larry. He was cute, owned me, I swallowed him,
but, I don't think I loved him.
 Sometimes, I can still feel that hot breath in my ear, the force of his boy
shot in my throat, and the feel of that relentless prick in my boyhole.
 I don't think Larry told another guy at school....southern boys' honor, eh?
I sucked him every day, and fucked for him, and went home on holidays with
him, and blowed him in the bus. The trip for Spring holiday, I blowed him 7
times....came in my pants 3 times.
The day we said 'Bye' for the last time at Summer break, he said, "You were
great Rob, mah suck dude. Since I started yankin' my pud when I was 10 I never
went a day wit'out jerkin'....'cause a' you, tonight's gonna be only mah first
beatoff in 6 months!"
 He was heading out to bus stop, loping like a fuckin' ostrich with his
backpack and duffle and stuff....I watched his boy-man butt wag and wig as he ran.
 I sheepishly, shuffled my feet, with those words, "...Rob, mah suck dude"
ringin' in my ears.
 It's been a few years....a lot more dick....but Larry was the first...that's
what they say, 'you always remember the first one'. I guess it's true, even
if he made me a fuckin' peg board......that hot breath in my ear, the force of
his boy shot in my throat, and the feel of that relentless prick in my
boyhole.....'bye Larry Joe.

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