Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2009 10:35:37 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY  Chapter four (Cory & me)  by Donny Mumford

	   A SUBMISSIVE  BOY'S STORY   Chapter four (Cory &  me)

			     by Donny Mumford


Waking up on Cory's side of the bed with my arm still under his body, the
arm was numb, numb like it wasn't even there. I tried rolling him off it
without waking him, but his eyes opened wide.  "What's wrong, Andrew?  I'm
still wicked tired! Oh my fucking head!  And that bastard, Mark!  I hate
him!"  I got my arm out from under Cory and start massaging it like mad,
mumbling, "Shhhh, buddy.  Don't talk, just go back to sleep."  Cory's like,
"Dude, ya need to give me some lovin... my boyfriend dumped me... did I
tell ya?" I looked at Cory's bedside alarm clock... it read six-fifteen
a.m..  He still sounded a little drunk and I guess that's not surprising
since he hadn't gotten home until almost two a.m..  My arm came back to
life and I go, "Shhh, it's OK, Cory... you need some more sleep.  Here,
I'll give ya a hug around your neck, OK?" Cory did the same squirming
against me that he did four hours ago and boy oh boy did we get snug
together again.  So nice, except for Cory's breath... the booze breath in
the morning is always bad, but when you don't brush your teeth before
getting into bed it's every so much worse... oh my God!  I actually closed
his mouth with my fingers and he mumbled something before burying his face
against my neck, under my chin, which did a good job of keeping the bad
breath under wraps. The feel of his body, his hair tickling my chin... it
was just so nice, and in a few minute I had another throbbing boner.  Damn,
this rocks! Cory's body is so tight and slim...  Whoa!  I squeezed around
his neck a little more and he snuggled against me even tighter. I had to
stifle an embarrassing moan of pleasure, I'm not use to this bodily
contact, it's so awesome... I love it!

We both went back to sleep.  The next time I opened my eyes it was to
acknowledge danger... I was in danger of peeing my boxers.  I needed to
make it to the bathroom in two seconds or less. Jumping out of bed woke
Cory, he goes, "what...?" I'm into the bathroom whipping out my dick, my
piss stream slammed into the toilet water, ahhhh... relief.  It made me
think of that fictional book my buds and me kidded each other about when we
were nine years old...  "Yellow River" by I. P. Daly. That was risque for
us in those days.  I finished peeing, washed up, and brushed my
teeth... back in the bedroom Cory was laying on my side of the bed with his
hand propping up his head, leaning on his elbow. He looked really young,
but so pale.  "How ya feeling, Hotshot?" I asked with a grin. Cory mumbled,
"I don't know who I hate more, Mark or Jack Daniels".  I go, "Is that what
you were drinking?  Ewwww!  I can't drink that shit" and as Cory got out of
bed he muttered, "Me neither, dude... me neither" and into the bathroom he
goes, leaving the door open behind him.  After a bit I heard the shower
turn on and thought of Cory's naked body getting wet and shiny under the
spray... a shiver shot through me.  I've seen him naked a few times in the
showers at the dorm, but we're not exhibitionist in our dorm room so it's
only been those few times. He has a really nice looking uncut five inch
pecker and perfectly round nuts in a hairless sac to go with it. The
foreskin cap covering the head of his penis looked so funny/cool, just like
mine. Not much hair any where at all on Cory's torso or limbs, no "happy
trail", no hair on his ass that I could see, sparse pubes, hairless chest.
Taking a big breath I played with myself through my boxer shorts. Ya know,
it's way cool being gay. I mean, ya spend so much time with your roommate
at college and if you're gay, and your roommates is hot like Cory, well
that rocks big time, dude... that really rocks!  Wish I could jerk off
while he's in the shower... Nah, I better not.

And it's a good thing I didn't too because three minutes later the bedroom
door bangs open and in flies Tommy, hurling through the air to land on the
bed. "Whatcha doing Andrew?" he asks.  Jeez, from the cute Cory directly to
his super cute brother, Tommy.  His light red hair was buzzcut yesterday,
it looked perfect on his nicely shaped head with his youthful, smallish
facial features, so freaking cute... he's got this natural mischievous
facial expression, like he'd just done something he thought was funny, or
maybe he's contemplating doing something bad.  He was wearing only jockey
underwear with a nice bulge... you know, proportionate to his body
size. Tommy's approximately a hundred twenty pounds, about five foot seven
inches tall.  Holy shit!  He's hot alright.  Great chest and belly with
noticeable muscle definition, not as though he worked-out
necessarily... more like the normal healthy boy-body type.  His hairless,
creamy colored body with those long legs sticking out of his little jockey
briefs looking so sexy. Understated definition in his calves, his feet
looking good enough to lick, like you know who likes to do.  I blinked
rapidly trying to take it all in at a glance while at the same time feeling
amazed at how quickly I've adapting to my gayness.  This is relatively new,
noticing boy's bodies; noticing things I'd previously suppressed interest
in.  Boys are fantastic looking, their bodies are works of art.  I thought
of my old girlfriends with their fleshy, sponge-like tits, and fat thighs
and weak arms...ugh! Tommy's body was slim, tight, firm... just right, what
a beautiful boy.  I wanted to rub my hands up and down his arms and legs,
over his entire body and then feel his silky buzzed red hair...  he took my
breath away.  And just like that, a scene flashed in my head of Henry,
years ago, doing those things to my naked body... the same things I wanted
to do to Tommy's.  Rubbing him all over, appreciating the feel of it with
both hands at the same time.  I could almost feel Henry's hands on me when
he was doing it so long ago, my dick was getting hard thinking about that
so I turned away and started pulling on my jeans.

With my back to Tommy I managed to grunt out, "Yo Tommy, sup?  Your brother
and me just woke up ten minutes ago. Cory's hung over, but don't say
anything to your parents about that, OK?" Tommy, with a laugh in his voice,
says "I saw your dick getting hard, poking out the front of your
boxers. Was that because of me?" Oh man, I had to chuckle at his audacity,
and then I mumbled, "Maybe" and he goes, "That's OK.  I know you're gay,
it's no big thing".  He was laughing his boyish laugh again, before saying,
"I mean it's no big thing that you're gay... not, it's no big thing,
meaning your dick" and he laughed some more.  This was a bit too specific
for me so I just grunted noncommittally and said nothing.  Cory continued,
"I'm not gay, but Cory is... weird, huh?  We're from the same parents and
all."  He was a bundle of energy flipping around on the bed until he had
both pillows under his head.  When I said nothing, Tommy goes, "You're much
cooler than his two roommates from last year... they were straight like me,
but unfortunately they were also assholes and neither of them treated Cory
very well. Cory's too nice to everyone anyway, he lets people push him
around. I don't, do you?"  I go, "No..." as Cory was coming into the room.
He had a towel around his waist, his face was white as a sheet, he mumbled,
"Tommy, bro...  do me a huge favor and get me a big glass of orange juice
and three Advil."  Tommy goes, "Sure Cory", and off he runs.  Plopping on
the bed, resting his head on the two pillows his brother had piled up in
the middle of the mattress, Cory squeaked out, "I'm wicked hungover Andrew,
but just the same, I want to get away from here today, and to hell with the
hangover. Do you think we could catch a bus back to school this afternoon?
Would you mind?"  It was fine with me. Cory told me he wanted to get away
mostly because he thought Mark might come over to criticize him about how
he, Cory, had handled the break-up. This seemed incomprehensible to me, but
"that's because you don't know Mark", is how Cory put it.

After a bit Tommy sauntered into the bedroom with a glass of OJ in one had
and a bottle of Advil in the other, saying, "Here ya go Cory. I gotta get
dressed now, brunch in a little while".  Cory mumbled his thanks as I
stared after Tommy, groping my crotch.  Then, looking up quickly to see if
Cory had noticed me ogling his brother I saw Cory wiping a tear from his
eye.  He wasn't noticing anything except his broken heart and his
hangover. After slowly finishing the orange juice and swallowing three
Advil, Cory began moping around getting his stuff together for our return
to college.  I watched him for a minute feeling bad for him, then I began
getting my own stuff together.  Ten minutes or so later Mrs Dawkins called
us for brunch in the kitchen.  When we were all seated around the table
Cory quietly announced to everyone that Mark had broken up with him, and
that we'd be returning to college today. Tommy said, "Oh no, don't go back
today!  And that's so darn mean of Mark.  I never liked him, Cory.  Mark is
an A.H..  You need a boyfriend like Andrew".  I blushed and looked at my
scrambled eggs as Cory's mom says, "How could Mark be so insincere, he was
just here for dinner the other night and didn't give the slightest
indication he'd be breaking up with you.  I thought he was a good boy, I
swear..."  Everyone was of course on Cory's side.  Mr Dawkins poured some
more coffee, took a deep breath as if acknowledging to himself he needed to
say something about this too, he mumbled, "Oh hell, you'll have a lot of,
er... dates, or you know, friends, whatever ya call em... before you find
the right one, Cory."  Cory frowned at him, then shoved some grits in his
mouth as his mother asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend, Andrew?" I go, "No,
Ma'am" and without much additional conversation we finished our brunch,
then finished our packing and were ready to leave.

After putting our stuff in the car and hugs all around...  Tommy, pouting
because we were leaving, grumpily stated, "It's time to go guys.  I need to
be back by noon."  I hopped in the back seat because Tommy's driving was
nerve-fucking-racking when you're sitting shotgun.  He says, "All set?" and
then he drove us, at near the speed of light, to the bus terminal. As it
turned-out we needed to wait an hour for our bus, Tommy had a date with
Joann so he couldn't wait with us. He'd gotten over most of his pout by
then and hugged Cory goodbye, then me. When he was hugging me goodbye he
leaned against me to whisper in my ear, "You're the coolest boy Cory ever
brought home, Andrew... take care of my brother, OK?"  Tommy's and my face
rubbed together during the hug. That contact gave me the beginning of
another boner, it was unbelievable how many of those things I was springing
lately... no complaints, they feel so good. I would have loved to kiss
Tommy "Goodbye"on the cheek... well, the lips to be honest about it, but
since Cory and Tommy didn't do any brotherly kisses, neither did I.  Man,
that Tommy is one sweet kid though!  The "straight team" sure has a lot of
cute boys on it... not fair, damnit!  After Tommy took off, Cory and I did
very little talking, his hangover still in control of him.  Sitting on a
bench in the bus terminal he leaned against me and dozed off with his head
on my shoulder. That was awkward, you know, we were two boys in a bus
terminal with lots of people milling around. Shortly I spotted a few people
nudging the person they were with, nodding at Cory and me.  It pissed me
off and, working up the nerve for a minute, I put my arm around the
sleeping Cory.  I felt like I were giving the finger to all the snickering,
whispering-behind-their-hands, busy bodies... mind your own business
assholes!  It felt good to be brazen.  It felt good to have Tommy trust me
to take care of his brother too, and it felt good having my arm around
Cory. Cory's hair smelled so nice as it brushed the side of my face, that
felt good too.

The bus came, Cory wanted to sit way in the back... he said, "I know I'm
acting like a baby, but would you hold my hand, Andrew?  I've been making a
fool of myself over Mark ever since twelfth grade and my self image is low,
dude... it's real low. Mark only wanted someone to fuck, he told me last
night he never loved me... I hate him so much!"  Cory muttered some
additional profanity-ladened comments about Mark and then fell asleep
again, which is a good idea when you're hung-over... go the fuck to sleep,
ya know? Sitting there, with Cory sleeping against me, gave me a thought...
you hate on a person you once loved much more than you hate on someone you
never loved. Cory and I held hands the way a boy and a girl hold hands, and
we did it all the way into Orlando. Even when Cory woke-up we still held
hands.  When we talked, we mostly talked innocuous things; for example, our
mutual passion for thrill rides.  We reminisced about our splurge last
month when we'd spent the day at Disneyworld and the Island Of Adventure in
Orlando.  We couldn't help ourselves after discovering our mutual passion
for thrill rides.  Roller coasters mostly, but Tower of Terror is an
example of a thrill ride that's not a coaster.  Upside-down roller coaster
type rides traveling at wicked high speeds are the absolute best.  Ones
like Space Mountain, Rock n' Roll roller coaster, and the Incredible Hulk's
Coaster.  We'd both been to Six Flags as younger teens to ride Superman's
Escape coaster which hits speeds of over one hundred miles per hour with a
G-force of four-point-five... awesome!  We tried to outdo each other with
thrill ride stories... it's a blast talking with someone about a topic
you're both knowledgeable and excited about. We talked some about our
Thanksgiving break too, which led back to more tirades about how big of an
asshole Mark is.  It was awkward because I really didn't know what to say
to Cory about Mark, I've never had a boyfriend.

As I mentioned, all during our conversation we continued holding hands.
Holding hands with Cory might be the most intimate thing I've ever done in
my life, so far... it seemed even more intimate then hugging him in bed
last night.  Now I have the warmest spot in my heart just for him.  He's so
open about his emotions, so open about how brokenhearted he is... there's
no face-saving for Cory. He's upfront that Mark broke-up with him, cast him
aside for another boy at college.  There was something so appealingly
vulnerable about Cory now, it really did make me want to take care of him.
That reminded me of how girls seemed to want to do that for me in high
school... did I seem vulnerable to them somehow?  After almost seven hours
on the bus we finally arrived in Orlando where we took a cab from the bus
terminal to our dorm.  Home in our dorm room once again, but after the past
few days Cory and me were different boys now... different than we were the
last time we were here. I don't know how this situation of Mark breaking-up
with Cory will play itself out, but it's intriguing to me.  I've been
interested in Cory from the day I met him, and now he's "single" for the
first time. That's an opportunity for me, but it caused a bit of
nervousness for me too because I'm a total novice about gay relationships
and I didn't want to do something that makes me look like a fool.  But,
novice or not, I'm going to try to convince Cory to be my boyfriend. I
think I've already begun the process... you know, by being so supportive of
him about his break-up. I hope Cory sees it that way too. Yeah, he probably
does, but... what the hell should I do next?

Inside our room we tossed our satchels in the corner and flopped on our
respective beds.  "Am I getting on your nerves yet, Andrew?  You know, with
all my whining and bitching about Mark..."  I said, "No, not too much. I
once had a huge crush on someone and they more or less dumped me.  It
wasn't a two year affair like you had, but it was heartbreaking to me just
the same... so, I can feel your pain, dude." Cory muttered, "Please tell me
you didn't just say 'you can feel my pain'.  You didn't say that creepy
thing, did ya?"  I go, "Hell no!  I'm no geek.  What's wrong with your
hearing, dude?  I asked if you wanted some Chinese food for dinner?  Let's
treat ourselves tonight."  Cory laughed and goes, "That sounds good, but
because I'm broken-fucking-hearted, and hung-over and all that, you need to
be the one to go for the take-out.  Alright?"  Getting up I say, "Remember
that question about you being a pain in the ass...? Remember that?"  Cory,
chuckling again, says, "Dude, take care of me..."  After deciding what we
wanted and blowing a kiss to Cory, I left for LEE'S CHINESE TAKEOUT.  It
was a short drive and in the car I called ahead to order Cory's double
won-ton soup, that's all he could get down he said.  I ordered a single
won-ton soup for myself... plus, a couple egg rolls with that wicked hot
yellow mustard and some sweet duck sauce, plus an order of re-fried rice
and pork.  It was ready to go when I got there.  On the way back I smoked a
cigarette and thought about how much I'm enjoying college this year with
Cory as my roommate. OK, I admit it... I wasn't exactly mourning the
break-up of Cory and Mark because it left a big opening for me, but it
honestly did hurt me to see the heartache Cory was going through. After
eating, while we were watching TV, Cory fell asleep on his bed.  I covered
him with a blanket and then went to sleep myself, in my own bed.

The next morning Cory was mostly recovered from the hang-over, but still
moping and bitching about being dumped by Mark.  I thought it best that I
not try giving advise or counseling... what the hell did I know about
matters of the heart?  It was safer to just nod my head encouragingly, give
Cory a smile, and leave it at that.  So, that's what I did... then,
grabbing my toiletry kit, I headed for the lavatory.  As I'm brushing my
teeth one of the dozen or so guys who where back from Thanksgiving break
comes in.  It was Jerry Remy... he's the dorm's resident gay "jock"... a
four "letter" athlete in high school who is always organizing ad hoc
seasonal sport games for our dorm. Being a gay jock may sound like an
oxymoron, but there he is.  We nod at each other and say "Yo, sup?"  Well,
what's up was Jerry trying to organize a two-hand-touch football game
today.  I thought it would be good for Cory and me to join in and get some
exercise and fresh air... and help get Cory's mind off that asshole Mark at
the same time.  Jerry and I went from room to room and scrounged up ten
guys, five per side, to play.  In order to get ten guys we needed to
include two of the dorm's "flamers". These are members of the flamboyant
gay boys we affectionately call "flamers".  They are mostly very gay, and
usually wicked funny... funny, but not so good at sports. Sports isn't
really "their thang" according to "flamer" Ronnie Barns. Ronnie's my
favorite of the flamboyant ones and he's also the flamer who displays more
blatant examples of stereotypical gay affectations then anyone in the
dorm. He's got a heart of gold though and he's an awesome good guy too.
None of the "flamers" can play sports very well, but they are good sports
.... if ya can't play sports, be a sport!  You know how that goes.

The ten of us played football on the soccer field behind our dorm.  We
played for three hours under a beautiful November sky with bright sunshine,
temperatures in the seventies... Florida rocks, weather-wise.  Cory was our
team's quarterback, Jerry Remy quarterbacked the other side.  It didn't
surprise me that Cory was a good quarterback, a pretty good athlete,
because he had that type body.  At one point he hit me for a long touchdown
bomb and I was doing my mock touchdown dance in the "end zone" when Kyle,
the "flamer" who supposedly was guarding me, joined in the dance.  He
didn't realize that the dance was a celebration for scoring a touchdown off
him... he was guarding me.  Well, oh my God, he had no clue about football,
but Kyle provided most of the laughs all afternoon.  During the game there
were a lot of good throws and catches, it was fun.  Halfway through the
game Kyle, trying to prevent me making another catch, rips his fingernail
on the football as it flew through his hands.  I caught the pass for my
second touchdown off him, but Kyle didn't join in with my touchdown dance
this time.  Instead, he's screaming at his boyfriend, "Ronnie, look! I
broke my nail on that horrible, horrible football.  I just got these nails
done for Thanksgiving too... and now, look at that ugly broken
fingernail". Ronnie was like, "Oh no, I don't want to look at that fucking
thing!"  Kyle was running after him, limp wrists and all, to show him the
barely torn nail, a lot of grins from us other gay boys. We come in all
flavors, ya know.  Like I said, it was a lot of fun, and then in the
lavatory later there was some ass grabbing and goosing and towel snapping
in the showers, but it was all innocent stuff.  Normally there isn't much
of that, but the ten of us had kind of bonded today.  That night we pooled
our money and had a beer and pizza party. We were, for the most part, just
a bunch of regular guys who happen to be gay. Cory went easy on the beers
at first, but by the end of the night we both had a buzz on... not drunk,
but a buzz on for sure.  It had turned into a very nice first day back at
college.

We called it quits around midnight and sauntered back to our room stopping
off for a beer pee. After washing up and taking care of the other stuff we
needed to do in the lavatory, Cory goes, "Ya think we could sleep together
again, Andrew?  That really helped me Thanksgiving night."  I go, "Any time
Cory, I liked sleeping with you."  Then, in a humorous manner, I added,
"Anyway, I'm gonna pretend you're my boyfriend. I never had one you
know... So you'll be mine." Cory, with a puzzled expression, says, "Yeah,
sure, except last night you said someone broke your heart, kinda like Mark
broke mine. Wasn't he a boyfriend?" That was a logical question, but I
didn't want to go there. Of course I'd been referring to Henry, but telling
Cory about him would be way too embarrassing. Instead I blew it off saying
it happened years ago, and added, "he wasn't a boyfriend exactly anyway,
plus it's too late to go into it tonight, Cory, we're both too tired for
that".  Cory shrugged, climbed into my bed and we got into the same
position we'd gotten into at his house.  He has that really nice body to
hold onto and he sure liked to nestle against me. Damn, we fit together
really well.  I took a deep breath and enjoyed the feel of him.  His face
next to mine, his tickling hairs on my face were so soft and they had such
a nice smell... his taut muscles under smooth tight skin... fantastic!
Then I shocked myself by kissing the side of his face. I totally didn't
plan to do that, it just happened.  Cory lifted his head and, with his
toothpaste breath in my face, says, "Thanks, Andrew", and he casually
kissed my lips before snuggling back into his spot under my chin.  I
thought I'd shoot off in my boxers... a boy kissed me on the lips!  This
gay stuff is way better than the girl and boy stuff. Why have I taken so
long to realize that?  Being in unknown territory I thought I better quit
while I'm ahead though, so I didn't follow-up with another kiss.  First
chance I get I'm kissing him again and on the lips too, just like his kiss
on mine.

Unfortunately the opportunity to kiss Cory again was quite some time in
coming.  Next day he seemed like the Cory I knew before we went away for
Thanksgiving holiday. Meaning, even though we were still real tight
buddies, the gay affection that had been developing between us evaporated
into thin air.  He told me any number of times that he was getting-over
Mark, moving away from self pity.  He claimed he was off boyfriends for the
foreseeable future too, definitely off...  I didn't like the sound of that
at all.  And, while he sounded convincing when he said he was over Mark, he
still got very pensive at times. Over the next three or four days he'd get
moody and real quiet and, frankly, he looked sad. Not being able to read
his mind, I didn't know if he was still mourning the loss of Mark, or if it
was something else he was thinking about.  I tried messing around with
him... some neck hugs and some joking about him being my "pretend
boyfriend" and how about we sleep together again.  He didn't respond
positively though, but of course Cory would always be a good sport about
it, hugging me back and all, but he didn't initiate anything along those
lines on his own. I knew I felt something for him, something on the sexual
side, as well as the normal affection for him as my roommate and
friend. Tommy had said that Cory should have a boyfriend like me... guess
that's not to be.  Maybe I'm not Cory's type... I sure feel he's mine
though. We went back to behaving with each other the way we'd acted just
before the Thanksgiving break.

There was a boy in our gay dorm who seemed interested in me so I began
spending time with him. Usually we talked together in the common area,
feeling each other out, getting to know one another.  His name was Troy
Bateman, about my height, with dark, longish hair.  His hair was cut so
that bangs hung across his forehead low, covering his eyebrows.  He had
bright brown eyes... nothing great facially, but nothing horrible either.
Two problems though... he was ever so slightly chubby, and he didn't smoke.
I actually have a thing for slim guys, and ever since Henry started me on
them, I need my cigarettes.  Smoking was out of the question as far as Troy
was concerned, so I didn't smoke around him, but I thought about how nice a
smoke would be and I was getting a tiny bit pissed-off that Troy was so
inflexible about it.  Hoping it would work out for us two I didn't press
it. This is suppose to be my break-out year as an openly gay
twenty-year-old, not much is happening in that regard and I didn't want to
chase Troy away.

One night not long after we'd begun hooking-up, I found myself walking to
dinner with Troy, alone. It was one of those nights Cory said he didn't
feel like eating.  I missed Cory's company, but the dinner with Troy went
very well.  On the way back, crossing through a wooded common-area, Troy
says, "OK, could ya stop a second, Andrew". I stopped, looked at him with
my eyebrows raised in a questioning manner... he leaned right into me,
pushed his one hand up my forehead into my hair and the other cupping the
back of my neck, then kissed me on the lips.  It wasn't as electrifying as
when Cory had shocked me with that kiss in bed almost a week ago, but it
was pretty nice.  I think I'm going to get attached to kissing boys, it's
super sexy.  Troy kissed me once, then says, "I'm wondering if you're just
teasing me, Andrew... or are we going to take it up a notch?"  I'm like, "A
notch? Whaddaya mean?" He laughed and, backing me against an elm tree, my
hands loosely on his hips, he did an open mouth kiss. It was so hot!  I
tried kissing Troy back by imitating him and we were going at it pretty
hot.  Shortly he took his hand away from my forehead and used it to begin
groping my crotch.  Well, I'd been growing a boner from the kissing so with
him now groping my cock I really got aroused, grunting quietly and humping
against his body.  After a bit of that, Troy pulled away and, in a husky
voice, says, "OK, you're not just a tease" he grabbed my boner through my
shorts saying, "I got ya hard, didn't I? You like this, huh...  and by the
way, you're fucking hot!"  After some more groping and kissing he mumbled,
"Could we use your pickup, ya think?"  What I'm thinking is that maybe he
wants the pick-up for more than making-out... so I go, "Ah, I'm not sure
I'm ready for this, Troy". Troy grinned and goes right back to the kissing
and groping, and he was doing a really good job of it too. Eventually it
occurred to me that I was ready for "it" after all.  My dick felt full and
I had a flash-back memory of the sensations Henry caused in my ass when he
fucked me, so I was finally ready to try that again. Sure, I was horny for
Cory but he wasn't horny for me, and Troy has been a real good guy, so I
said, "I'm ready now, Troy".  He says, "Let's go then".

We went back to the dorm for my pickup's keys, plus Troy wanted to get a
condom. My boner was down by the time I'd driven us to a private spot on
campus even though Troy had rubbed my back and my thigh during the ride.
When I parked Troy says, "This is awesome, Andrew. How about dropping your
shorts, and then you'll need to get me hard again.  You don't mind sucking
my cock, do you?" Nodding my head that I'm fine with sucking his cock I was
thinking, "I've sucked Henry's cock plenty of times, at least I know how to
do that". Kneeling between Troy's legs in front of the passenger seat, with
Troy's cock in my mouth, it occurred to me that this wasn't nearly as hot
as when I sucked Henry's cock... why is that, I wonder. Troy did get a real
hard boner fairly fast though and he quickly slid the condom onto it.  He
appeared quite aroused and very anxious.  To be fair I need to admit that
Troy was nice about everything he did, but never-the-less I was still
losing interest with each step we took.  "Do you think you can sit on it?"
Troy asked as he stroked his boner.  It was a fat one, his boner, but not
particularly long. We rustled around until I was squatting over Troy's lap,
facing the windshield and bracing myself with my hands on the dashboard.
This wasn't exciting for me now, and I was even less excited to discover
that his cock going inside my ass would be a painfully slow procedure. The
condom didn't seemed lubed enough and his cock was maybe fatter than it
looked.  I never sat all the way down on his lap, but we did manage to get
his fat cock up my ass two or three inches,Troy gasped out, "Maybe you
could lean in more towards the dash board Andrew and I'll try fucking you
that way, if it's OK with you."  I'm like, "Alright, but it hurts".  Troy
had the passenger seat as far back as it would go which enabled him to sort
of crouch behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist.  I leaned my
forearms on the dashboard, my head laying on my arms.  Troy was just about
laying on my back, his initial awkward thrusts were short ones, but as he
got into it more he seemed to gain confidence and, breathing heavy against
the back of my neck, his thrust started going up inside me with more
force... further and further up my ass until that fat cock of his was going
up the full length of his shaft, and he was really slamming it into me fast
by the end. Troy's tentative beginning gave way to a full-blown fucking
with him totally in control of the situation.  Once he got his boner
established in my ass I could sense him feeling that he's in the driver's
seat now.  That's OK with me, I wanted it to feel hot-hot-hot, but it
wasn't feeling that way yet due to the disconcerting way he'd ask if I was
Ok every minute or so, those interruptions took away from the sexiness
somehow and the fuck never seemed hot to me until near the end.

Frankly, only the last two minutes when Troy really had taken control and
was plowing my ass like he owned it did it get sexy for me.  Prior to that
I never even got another hard on, my flabby dick bounced around with Troy's
every thrust up my ass. While I wasn't especially aroused until it was just
about over, the fuck seem to be a winner with Troy. Just as I started to
get aroused, my cock was beginning to get hard, Troy grunted and groaned
and went, "Ahh ahh ahh" before firing his load into the condom. Henry
always shot his loads up my ass and the squishy feeling had been so
sexy. Nothing like that with Troy, the cum went into the condom and as it
turned-out, the entire experience was almost a totally one-sided affair.
Troy got his rocks off great and I just got bumped around some. He made the
most of it, I'll say that for him... he humped my hole a good four or five
minutes after he'd climaxed, but at a much gentler pace... even so, I was
getting ready to finally blow my load when he pulled out of me altogether
saying his cock was too sensitive.  I'm thinking, what the hell...?  He was
full of compliments though, about my ass, my body, everything really.  He
thanked me for being his sex buddy and then fished for compliments about
how well he'd fucked me.  He even pretended not to mind when I said, "Damn,
to be honest dude, it kind of hurt in the beginning and then just when I
was getting hot and bothered you pulled out... and I need a cigarette!"  He
goes, "Sure, sure... go ahead Andrew. It's OK.  I don't mind if you smoke
after sex."  I smoked outside the truck with Troy casually playing with
himself, standing upwind of my exhales. He was like, "It only felt good for
you near the end... it didn't feel good earlier, not at all, dude?"  He
seemed incredulous that his fuck hadn't got me doing cartwheels or
something.  I just shrugged, what could I say.  Troy seemed sincere when he
asked, "How can I make it better for you next time, Andrew? I really want
you to enjoy it too. I care about the guy I'm fucking, I always have been
that way.  Hey, how about if I suck you off now?"

So many questions!...  he was giving me a headache.  I'm an inexperienced
gay, maybe this is how it goes most of the time... what do I know.  What
the hell, with practice it'll probably get better so I say, "Yeah, Cory,
would you suck me off? I've never been blown before."  He laughed
nervously, probably thinking I was putting him on.  I let him think
that... when we got back into the pickup, I sat in the passenger seat and
he knelt down in front of me to suck my cock.  Looking down at him I
thought he looked kinda squat, uncool like, and he just wasn't getting me
aroused. Maybe it was his solicitous manner, or all the questions he asked,
or maybe it's because he's not Cory... maybe I'm subconsciously comparing
him to Cory... or to Henry.  Troy did a good job sucking my dick, he seemed
to enjoy doing it too, which is a good thing.  After quite a long time, I
blew a good load and it felt good too, but so does jerking myself off.  My
load went intoTroy's mouth mostly, he spit out the window about ten times
afterward.

What can I say, I was kinda disappointed with all our sex that night.  I
didn't blame Troy for it not going the way I hoped, why blame him?  Maybe
it's my fault anyway.  Maybe I'll never again "get off" the way Henry got
me off when I was fourteen.  Or, maybe I'm exaggerating in my mind just how
hot those times were with Henry. After all, it's been over five years
now. Whatever the answer, there's nothing I could do about any of this
right now.  I tagged along with Troy while he bought a six pack of
beer... he said it was to celebrate us being a "couple".  He had phony ID
and bought the brew at Albertson's Supermarket. We drank a couple cans each
in his room, him being sorta lovey/dovey to me the whole time.  We made out
a little and then he asked to fuck me again but I begged off saying my hole
was wicked sore now.  It was OK, but like I said, Troy might not be my
type.  A few days later we tried it again, in his room this time.  His
roommate's parents live in Florida and he'd gone home for the weekend so we
had the room to ourselves. This time, in his dorm room doing me doggie
style, Troy seemed more in charge and I liked his confidence right from the
start.  Smacking my ass a few times while he was getting that fat cock up
my ass initially, then a couple of rough humps and I was starting to bone
up a little myself.  He got even rougher with his forceful thrust making me
go down from my hands to my forearms as his balls slapped against my ass
with every hump up my hole, then more smacks on my ass with his bare hand
as he made grunting sounds and loud breathing noises.  Eventually I
climaxed fairly hard and he climaxed right after I did with him going
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" with each hard ram up my ass.  My cum had spurted out in
three sharp strings on my belly.  It was pretty hot, not hot like I
remember it being with Henry, but hot.  Afterward while coming down, Troy
asked, "OK, how was that one? Don't tell me that wasn't one of the hottest
fucks you've ever gotten."  He was serious and even though I tried to
convince him it was HOT! I think Troy, like me, sensed that something was
missing between us.  So, just as I was getting encouraged that Troy was
fucking me pretty good, he apparently wasn't as encouraged about me because
the very next day I saw him take a kid, who was almost as chubby as Troy,
into his room and they were in there until dinner time.  I don't know where
Troy's roommate was this time Troy's new boyfriend wasn't from our dorm,
but he was undoubtedly gay and the two of them became a familiar couple
around campus, so apparently I'm dumped, again. First Henry and now Troy
had dumped me... Troy for another kid.  I had no trouble getting over it,
no big thing... well, I wouldn't have minded if he wanted to do me again,
it was hot that last time. And, you know, he could have said something to
me... after all he did fuck me twice. Oh, to hell with him... they'll be
some boy out there for me, in time.

On a Sunday, a full week after my weekend with Troy, Cory was laying on his
bed watching a football games on TV with the sound off and I was at my
computer finishing an essay titled, "The Liberal Bias in America's Media".
I hit "print" and looked over at Cory to ask, "What's the score?". Cory was
kinda spacey, he quietly replied, "Ah... I don't know.  Have I been acting
weird, Andrew?" I turn around in my swivel desk chair and say, "Well, now
that ya mention it... a little bit, yeah." Cory says, "Sorry about
that. You still want me to be your boyfriend?"  He was acting serious, I
knew he wasn't goofing around, so I said, "Yes, but I don't know what I'm
suppose to do in that regard... if I knew what I was suppose to do, I'd
have done it already."  I was being serious too.  Cory sat up, swung his
legs off the bed, bit his lip making a face, and said, "You need to be
stern with me.  I like that.  Not bitchin-dominant like Mark was, but
stern.  Can you be stern?"  Now I had to look at him closely... I wanted to
be sure there wasn't any chance he was putting me on... it didn't appear he
was.  I'd wanted to get something going between us from the first day I met
Cory, his boyfriend situation with Mark had prevented it then, but nows my
chance.  Unfortunately it wasn't looking like I'd get to be the bottom, but
I'm willing to be flexible. I'm even willing to take a chance of making an
ass of myself by trying to act stern, so here goes.  Remembering Henry's
demeanor and I stood up and said, "Get over here," and it actually sounded
authentic to my ear. Cory picked his head right up with a questioning look
on his face. I go, "Right here in front of me, no messing around, just get
your ass over here right now".  His eyes opened wide as he hesitantly stood
up, he goes, "Ah... you mean.. are ya serious?"  I snapped, "Just stand in
front of me a second for Christ sakes, what's so difficult about that?".
He took three quick steps over to me, still with a puzzled look on his
face, and when he was close enough I got his face in between my hands,
similar to the move Troy had taken me by surprised with, and pulled Cory's
head down to my face to kiss him on the lips... a good long, wet kiss. Cory
put his arms around my body and opened his mouth. We kissed, making little
moaning sounds in our throats, for maybe three minutes.

His mouth tasted so good and my nose against his cheek was smelling that
nice Cory smell I remembered from sleeping with him.  Then, pushing him up
against my desk, bending him back over it a little, I sucked his tongue and
I could feel his dick firming-up... it pressed against mine. Pulling my
head away I said, "Right now, get on your knees and suck my dick till I
tell you to stop." Cory's face was flush, he was taking short little
breaths, his eyes sparkled, his lips slightly parted with a thin saliva
string connecting the top one with the bottom, he shook his head like he
was confused, then muttered, "Wha..? Here, right now, Andrew?"  Sternly
nodding my head, my teeth clenched, I said, "Get down there and suck my big
cock", staring into his eyes hard. He slowly knelt down looking confused,
when on his knees he looked up at me and I said, "Take it our and suck
it... get it hard, and then I'm going to fuck you with it."  He took a big
breath and fumbled around with my zipper until I finally pulled it down for
him myself.  I don't have a big cock, just a regular size one, and I
certainly wasn't acting like Henry ever did, but it was the same general
idea and it seemed to be working well enough... I began to "feel" the part.
When I'd pulled my zipper down, Cory didn't hesitated to reach into the
slit of my boxer shorts with a couple of his fingers and pull my firm dick
out into the air.  Holding it in his fist, he goes, "Ohhh..." and then he
pulls back my uncut foreskin, licked all around the head for a minute and
then put it in his mouth. Oh my God, the boy sure knows how to suck cock,
better than I ever did it.

This was the second time getting my cock sucked so I'm finally starting to
make inroads into the gay world... it's about time. I ran the fingers of
both hands through Cory's soft blond hair shaking my head to rid myself of
the thought that Cory and Henry had identical hair... damn that Henry, I
can't get him out of my mind.  Cory had his eyes lightly closed as he
sucked and tongued my boner... fabulous feeling all around my belly and all
around the tops of my legs. I did a full body shudder as my head felt hot.
Looking down at Cory, I was aroused just because it was him on his knees in
front of me.  It certainly was a different feeling from the time I looked
down and saw Troy. Cory has a great mouth and he very quickly had my dick
stone hard and very slippery.  Wishing I hadn't said that boast about
fucking him after he sucked my cock, I closed my eyes to enjoy him sucking
me off, and at the same time I was trying to think of exactly what Henry
had done when fucking me.  That made me start to panic, thinking... I can't
pull this off, I've never fucked a boy. That's true enough, but I have
fucked three different girls, and I've been fucked plenty by Henry and
recently by Troy so I did have some experience.  There's no reason I
wouldn't be able to fuck Cory?!  The thing is... at the moment, it was
difficult to think of anything except Cory's mouth on my dick.  Oh, it's so
wonderful having his cute face at my crotch, my cock in his mouth, my
fingers in his hair.  Why wasn't this enough for our first time?... why do
I need to fuck him too? Then I thought, No!... he needs me to be strong for
him... stern, he likes to be submissive like I used to be. I tried to speak
with authority, saying, "That's good, that's enough,Cory... that was good,
dude. Pull your pants down now and lean across your bed".  Cory,
breathlessly mumbled, "OK, Andrew"...  he was bare-ass and across his bed,
breathing noisily, in seconds. I didn't want to give myself a chance to
over-think this, just go on instinct.  Stepping right over to straddle his
buttocks I drooled a long string of bubbly saliva on his hole and squished
it around with the head of my boner. Then some more spit as Cory let out a
long exhale and turned his head to look at me with those big eyes of his.
His slightly large front teeth in that cute mouth made me think of the
little boy again... the one who had his adult teeth and the shy little
smile.  I tried to look like I knew what I was doing pushing the head of my
cock against Cory's hole... once, twice, and a third time.  He turned his
head back to the front and lifted his ass off the bed slightly and this
time when I pushed against his asshole the head of my cock slipped inside
Cory and disappeared from sight.  Cory went, "Ahhhh... Oh, Andrew... that
feels good.".  Remembering Henry and Troy smacking my ass, I slapped Cory's
ass three times fast and he went, "Ohhhh... yeah!"

Cory appeared to be enjoying himself... as for me, I had to clamp my hand
over my mouth when my cock slipped into Cory's ass just to keep myself from
squealing... squealing like I haven't squealed since the last time Henry
fucked me.  Clamping my hand over my mouth with my left hand and smacking
his ass with my right, I was seriously aroused.  Steadily pushing my boner
into his hole... up, up, up until the entire bone disappeared inside that
cute boy's body... oh my God, what a feeling.  It was a tight compressed
feeling all up and down and around my cock, all at once and constant! The
head, the foreskin, the shaft... all of it simultaneously stimulated in
Cory's tight asshole.  I never expected it to feel this unbelievably hot.
A slight sound escaped my lips as I pushed my crotch against his buttocks
going up his ass another half inch, Cory goes, "Agg, oh, yeah... do it".
My boner was a good six inches long by now and all of it was up Cory's ass,
my balls swinging in their sac had smacked into the back of his thigh
moments ago.  I felt feint for a second, the sensations all along the
entire shaft of my cock were so extreme I couldn't grasp it all.  When
fucking a girl I only noticed the tight erotic feeling at the entrance ring
from the bone or whatever it is that's hard there, but in Cory's ass my
entire cock was being massaged, the whole thing, at the same time without
let up. Pulling it out a ways and pushing it back in was like a miracle of
pleasure....  noisily blowing short puffs of air out between my lips I
tried desperately to slow down the speed of my humping.  I wanted to do it
slow, drawing out the pleasure to make it last all day, but soon I was
humping his ass like I was short on time. Cory was going, "Oh!" every time
my crotch smacked into his firm, plump buttocks... he'd begun stroking his
cock almost as soon as I entered him, and I don't know who shot off first,
but I was blasting my spunk up his ass about the same instant his sphincter
ring tried to cut off the blood supply to my boner... so I guess that means
I fired off first by a millisecond.  Fucking a boy's ass was better
friction on my boner, a richer sensation by far than a girls vagina
created.  Oh dear God, this was great.  A really hot climax and after
thirty seconds of humping into his sopping wet hole I pulled out and
concentrated on getting enough oxygen into my lungs to keep me from passing
out.  Holy shit!

Cory was stroking his cum-sloppy cock as I finished wiping mine with some
tissues.  Then, pulling my pants up, I collapsed back onto my desk chair.
It was such an awesome feeling... my first gay fuck as a "top". Hard to
believe only ten minutes had passed since I was a virgin sitting in this
same chair and now both Cory's and my worlds have changed again.  I was a
virgin in the sense I'd never fucked a boy's ass before today.  Hmmm, let
me total up my resume'... I've been fucked, and had my cock sucked, by two
separate boys... I'd fucked three separate girls in my life... and now I've
just fucked my first boy.... all that hot sexual action in a mere twenty
years!  Watch out world... sex maniac on the loose.  As I sat there
thinking silly thoughts, almost in a daze really, Cory staggered to his
feet and gave me a sly grin saying, "Could I have a couple of those
tissues, Andrew? That was a hot time we had there, wasn't it?"  I pulled a
handful of Kleenex from the square box on the windowsill and handed them to
Cory, excitedly saying, "Awesome, Cory... that was my first time, you
know. First time I ever did it to a guy. How'd I do, dude?" Cory, wiping
cum drippings off the back of his legs, says, "Your first time? Wow, I
couldn't tell.  You did me good, Andrew... really, like I said, it was
hot."  I asked, "Honest? You're not shitting me are you?" He walked over to
drop the tissues in the wastebasket and said, "No, you were good. Mark has
a bigger, fatter cock, but I like yours better. We should have used a
condom though.  You got me too excited with that unexpected tough guy act,
I couldn't think about anything else.  I didn't know you could be so... so
stern.  It was cool..." I confessed, "I just tried copying what I saw
someone else do once. Was I really OK?"  Cory goes, "Jesus, dude... give me
some more tissues, how much spunk did ya shoot up inside me... ewwww, it's
messy back there."  He was chuckling and looking happier than I'd seen him
in awhile now. When I handed him more tissue he enthusiastically says,
"Boy, my ass feels soooo good... thanks Andrew. Isn't this great?  Being
boyfriends, and roommates!"  I go, "Jeez, I'll bet that hardly ever happens
in a gay dorm..."  He laughed and said, "Yeah, OK, so it ain't all that
unusual...  it's still cool though."

Days following that were much the same as the days before we had sex
together except Cory adopted this game he liked to play once in awhile.  It
usually led to more sex between us.  He adopted this persona where he'd ask
me if it was OK for him to do something.  Sort of like asking my
permission, or to put it another way... he liked acting submissive to
me. For example, he might ask, "OK if I go with Mickie to the library after
class, Andrew?  Would you mind, I'll be back in the dorm by five?"  It was
kind of crazy, but I discovered that it was a turn-on for him when I'd say,
"No, you can't go.  I want you back in the dorm right after class." He'd
go, "Oh darn" act pouty and then say," OK, Andrew."  It was kind of funny
doing that kind of play acting because when the two of us talked about that
"dom/sub" stuff normally, he admitted he knew it was totally just "role
playing", but it still got him hot.  Cory says, "With Mark, the dominant
thing was real, that's the way Mark is. Kinda mean-spirited actually, and
he dominated my ass all over the place, big time, for two straight years. I
was like his puppet, but I gotta admit, I liked a lot of it... not all of
it, but a lot.  I mean, I liked it when I thought he and I were boyfriends,
not when I discovered he's a two-timing prick.  Don't get me started on
that shit."  Obviously I hadn't even mentioned Mark's name, but Cory still
has a lot of resentment left over for Mark and he liked to vent.  After
that first time, the first time I fucked him, the two of us walked outside
to smoke a cigarette. He told me, "I know you aren't "actually" being
dominant to me, Andrew... you're just "role playing" for my benefit, but
it's still exciting and gets me so aroused I can let myself loose in the
fantasy.  It's so hot, and it doesn't hurt that you're the cutest guy I
ever kissed, never mind the cutest guy who ever fucked me!"  And he'd
laugh, but in fact he was being totally honest like he is about everything.
Joking, I said, "What's that? Did you say something about "cutest guy"? I
missed that, what was it you said?"  I always thought I was average
looking, but I've heard that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder... so,
guess I better hold onto Cory if he thinks I'm cute.

After a week or so the "role playing" felt more natural to me.  We started
out playing our "parts" a few times a week, but as the Christmas/Holiday
break approached we were having sex together pretty much once a day, at
least. I was always the one deciding everything... when, where, and what
sex it was going to be.  Naturally I thought back to Henry and me and
realized I was doing Henry's dominant part, although I wasn't doing it
nearly as convincingly as Henry did it... not by a country mile. The
qualities Cory possessed that were similar to Henry's, like his hair, and
body type, and the cigarette smoking, and the other stuff... popped-up in
my head at times as I was fucking Cory and it was almost like I was fucking
Henry... that was a part of the sex "game" I didn't mention to Cory. It was
especially true when I fucked Cory doggie style, the way Henry fucked me
the most.  Sometimes, not always, I'd fantasize it was Henry I was
fucking... actually, I got my biggest climaxes that way. I don't understand
the "why" of it, but that's the way it is.  One night when we'd been
drinking I had Cory do the foot licking that Henry made me do for him and,
while it didn't particularly turn Cory on, it didn't turn him off either.
He was pretty much up for anything.  When we finally tried rimming, Cory
really got into it, he would jerk himself off to climax while doing it too.
A nice arch of cum right over my legs, without touching any part of
me. Cory always moaning and squirming and groping himself five minutes
after the fact too. He claimed rimming was wicked hot for him... he felt it
was the hottest submissive sex act there is.  Hell, it got me hard as a
pipe too. Our "games" or role playing constituted maybe forty-five minutes
to an hour a day, at the most... the rest of the time we were regular
best-buddy roommates. We sort of had the best of two worlds, the best of at
least two as far as I was concerned.

The major additional intimacy between Cory and me, that Henry and I never
even attempted, was making-out.  Cory and I almost always had nice, hot,
make-out sessions before we had the actual sex.  It was hot foreplay that
both of us really enjoyed and sometimes we slept together after sex, which
was hot too.  All that was great, but still, laying in bed alone on some
nights I'd be analyzing the sex and concluding that even though it was
great, being honest with myself... it never approached the levels of "HOT!"
that Henry had taken me to.  Why was that?  Could it be that I like getting
fucked more than I like doing the fucking?  If so, why didn't I
particularly like it when Troy fucked me?  I sincerely wanted to understand
these things, I had my whole life ahead of me and I needed to understand my
sexuality better. So, as an experiment... one night I ordered Cory to fuck
me. By "ordering" him to do it I hoped Cory would still feel submissive
even though he'd be the "top".  He hesitated when I told him what he was
going to do, then said, "I'll do what you tell me because that's my role,
but I'm not too good at fucking.  My only experience was in eleventh grade
when I fucked this boy in my homeroom a half dozen times but he never
really liked it that much and, to be honest with ya, neither did I.  We
gave up on it and went back to blowing each other." That didn't sound very
encouraging, but I told Cory to stop whining and get to it anyway.  My
aggressive approach got Cory somewhat aroused, and he went along with the
idea with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.  I was curious how aroused
I'd get from Cory fucking me because, as I mentioned, Troy fucking me
wasn't all that hot.  Maybe it's as simple as this...  I'll never again get
as hot as Henry got me, ever... or, maybe fourteen year old boys get bigger
climaxes then twenty year old boys.

Anxious to test this out, I skipped the making-out part and went right to
the sucking his dick part, getting him hard.  I liked sucking his cock and
Cory enjoyed me sucking it too, so that worked out real good.  When he was
hard as a steel pipe he fucked me pretty hard and pretty fast, doggie
style, which, as I've said a few times, was my favorite position when I was
fourteen.  Cory's boner is about five and a half inches long and at least
as thick as mine.  His technique wasn't smooth at all, not even as smooth
as Troy, and naturally it couldn't compare with Henry's style.  Of course
Henry also has an eight inch long boner going for him too, so there's
that... but it's more than his long cock... it was the unhesitating,
confident manner Henry went about it.  No way Cory could duplicate it, but
his natural fucking technique was to do it rough... that's probably how
Mark fucked him.  So I'm learning something here. And this isn't to say
Cory's fuck wasn't any good, not at all.  The results were
encouraging... Cory fucking me was much better then Troy doing it and so
we're headed in the right direction.  I really liked getting fucked, it is
an awesome feeling even though there wasn't any dominant behavior to
mention.  Sure, Cory was a bit wild with his thrusting and humping, his
boner pulling out of me every ten or so penetrations, but he made me climax
without me stroking myself, so that's good. I shot my load after about ten
minutes and I squealed a little when I did it too.  It felt hot, it felt
great shooting off and I shot off a lot quicker, and with more spunk, than
I'd done when Troy fucked me in his room that time. It was a hotter, sexier
affair with Cory, but it still wasn't like the climaxes I'd had when Henry
fucked me.  Maybe I need to revisit an earlier conclusion, which is that
I'm remembering those climaxes incorrectly. I'm remembering it as a boy who
was a few weeks away from his fifteenth birthday, and I've built it all up
in my head to ridiculous proportions.  That's got to be it.

None-the-less, Cory fucking me, from my perspective, was still better than
me fucking him.  I'm referring to the strength and the heat of my climax.
We began alternating who fucks who. Cory did whatever I told him to do as
far as sex goes, plus he claimed to enjoy fucking my ass just fine, so it
worked out quite well.  I was comfortable bossing him around by now and
that was enough to satisfy, to some degree, Cory's need to be submissive.
The entire "arrangement" between Cory and me was working out better than we
had a right to expect considering the circumstances.  The circumstances
being that where sex is concerned, we were both submissive personalities.
It was a freaky, lucky, thing that Cory and I could accommodate each other
so well... very rare.  We both appreciated that fact, we knew we were
lucky.  We appreciated it, and we certainly didn't waste any of our good
luck, not that we acted like sex maniacs... we'd make-out, usually naked,
and I'd tell Cory what he was to do from there.  We usually got sexually
satisfied with a once-a-day schedule and anyway, besides the sex, there was
a hell of a lot of other things needing to be addressed as college
students. So, most days just one sexually endeavor... beer drinking
weekends often resulted in us going at it a second time and that was
awesome too. When rimming was involved, Cory usually, but not always, did
the rimming and we switched off on the sucking and fucking pretty much
fifty-fifty. I fucked Cory in many positions... his favorite changed from
doggie style to the one where Cory lays on his bed, his legs spread with me
between them.  I'm sitting on my ankles with my boner up his ass, keeping
his legs spread by holding each one by the ankle.. that's a favorite
position for both of us now...  super dominant for the top and super
submissive for the bottom, which is why Cory liked it so much.  In that
position we often leaned into each other for wet sloppy kisses which has
become another favorite activity of ours while fucking one another, sloppy
kisses weren't just foreplay anymore. Actually, we're really into each
other of late.  Ya know, we're really getting attached to one another to
tell ya the truth.


So, we did lots of sexy things together and made-out with lots of wet
kisses everyday, but there was never any talk of love, we had something
special but I knew it wasn't love... and somehow I knew that Cory knew it
wasn't that as well.  He was honest in admitting he liked getting fucked
better than fucking me, as was I.  So, as I said, we were basically two
fairly submissive gay boys doing the best we could for each other and it
was working out pretty damn good too.  We were happy college sophomores
boys, very happy best friends, and gay sex buddies!. The Christmas break
came on us quickly and we both tried convincing our parents that our break
should be a quick one so we could get back to our studies.  Actually, we
wanted a quick Christmas break because we didn't want to miss too much of
our sexy times together.  Like I said, we'd become very attached to each
other by now, so OK, we were more than just sex buddies, but it wasn't
love... I don't think it was anyway.  After all our efforts and conniving
to shorten the time we'd be at home, we both had to settle for two week
visits. Nothing to be done about that, our parents wanted to see us and
they were the ones paying for everything so "they rule", so ta speak.  With
me, since my parents were divorced, it meant I'd need to split my
time... half the days with Mom, and the other half at Dad's place.  Josh,
my brother, would be in from California for only three nights so the burden
was on me to accommodate the parents' nurturing needs.  They were good
guys, my parents, so I wanted to be upbeat throughout the entire
break... plus, I'd get to spend time with Billy and Carlos.  Billy went to
UMass- Amherst and Carlos went to St Joseph, in Philadelphia.  They'd both
be home for Christmas, of course.  Hmmmm, I wonder if Henry will be home
for Christmas... just kidding, I think.

After a very hot, and sexy, and kind of emotional last night together, Cory
and I split up.  Me to the airport and him to the bus terminal.  Waiting in
the terminal I realized I kinda missed Cory already... I really liked so
many different things about him.  And, he was making some inroads with his
dominant role playing lately.  Wouldn't that be the best!... Cory deciding
he liked acting dominant in sexual situations?  I'm probably dreaming, but
it would be so fucking hot... damn, he's cute!  Oh well, I got other things
to worry about at the moment, like getting home for Christmas.  My plane
trip just sucked, crowds were out the yin-yang, long lines and incompetence
in abundance.  The worse time to travel all year, but with me mumbling and
grumbling my plane finally landed at the Philadelphia International Airport
and I fought my way to the gate.  I thought my Dad was meeting me there,
but instead Billy did. Now that was a nice surprise!  Damn, I was glad to
see him, my attitude changed immediately.  Billy, Carlos, and me had text
messaged and emailed throughout the last three months, but seeing Billy in
person just brought back all the great times we'd had together over the
years, since we were little kids together.  I hugged him and, forgetting
myself for a moment, kissed him on the cheek.  Jesus, later I marveled at
my good fortune that Billy's face had moved a split second before the kiss,
if it hadn't I would have kissed him right on his lips. Immediately after
the kiss I got red in the face from embarrassment realizing what I'd done
and realizing how close it came to it being a lot worse.  Billy wiped his
cheek saying, "What the fuck they teaching you at that college?"  I laughed
it off by saying "I turned queer, didn't I mention that?" and Billy goes,
"No, you didn't, but Carlos thinks you're gay... yeah, he said it before
graduating high school." There was a great crush of people around the
baggage claim area and we got separated for a few seconds.  It seemed to me
Billy sounded serious when he said that comment about Carlos thinking I'm
gay, but then just a few seconds later when we met up again Billy was
joking about Carlos' latest girlfriend, so he was probably kidding about
the "gay" comment too.  The joke about Carlos' girlfriends is that they're
all fat... Carlos likes big figured girls. Can you imagine that?  We went
to my Dad's apartment first and the three of us had a couple beers, then we
met Carlos at his house for a couple more beers. That set the tone for the
entire two weeks... a two week beer party.  The good thing was, when I
met-up with Carlos he gave me a warner hug than Billy's had been so it
didn't seem he was worried too much about me being gay. Later the three of
us visited my house where my Mom had dinner for us.  Most of our activities
weren't planned, they just happened seemingly on their own. The three of us
ate dinner at each others house most of the time, we stayed together a lot.
My Dad took us all out to dinner another time and after each dinner us guys
would go out visiting other high school friends which usually included beer
parties and lots of laughs.  Most everyone we graduated high school with
was home from college for the holidays so it was one big blast of beer
parties.  Some of us were even legal drinking age, not me, Carlos or Billy,
but some of the kids were.

Christmas eve my brother, Josh, flew in from California and I stayed with
him at our mothers for two nights and then at my Dad's apartment for one.
Josh was looking good and loving life and living large in La La land.  He
had a girl he was getting serious about and talked quite a bit about her.
I pretended I was interested, Mom and Dad actually were interested.  We
exchanged a few gifts Christmas morning and then had a nice breakfast
together.  After getting cleaned up Josh and I then went to our Dad's
apartment to exchange some gifts with him and then Dad treated Josh and me
to dinner at a nice steak house.  Dad got a little sentimental after a
couple of martinis, but it was a very nice Christmas all in all.  Josh and
me stayed up late drinking beers and telling each other lies until I was
hammered.  Josh left the next day to fly back to California.  I'd be seeing
a lot more of Billy and Carlos the rest of the week, but the day after
Christmas they were tied up with family matters and since Josh had that
early flight back home I had a free day, so ta speak.  I awoke that morning
with one of those hangovers that defy description and while under it's
negative influence, laying in bed my mind drifted to a lot of things,
including Cory.  Obviously we're both basically submissive guys when you
get right down to it and we know that.  He used to be slightly more than
me, but I think I'm noticing a change in that.  I'm nothing like I was as a
kid as far as being submissive goes, and that got me to thinking about the
only dominant sex partner I've ever known, Henry.  As I've said, the last
time I saw Henry was more then five years ago. Henry was still nineteen at
the time. This morning, in my weird hang-over frame of mind, I tried
picturing what Henry would look like now at age twenty-four.  Hmmm, my
looks have changed some in five years, but actually not a hell of a
lot. I'm taller now, almost five feet, ten inches, but I'm still quite slim
and youthful looking... too youthful looking if ya ask me.  I have a wicked
hard time passing for a twenty-one in bars, even with good fake ID.
Anyway, would I ever want to see Henry again?  Then I remembered that
question was answered during my drive down to Florida. I'd decided if it
were possible to travel back in time, I would like to do it all over again
with Henry. Of course, that's before I'd met Cory... so, how do I feel
about it now?

Oh man, that topic is too taxing, too complicated, to think about with a
hangover. My freakin head ached, and I needed to use the bathroom wicked
bad so I had no choice but to roll out of bed and get moving. A wave of
pain hit my head when I stood up and I promised myself I would never drink
another alcoholic beverage again, ever!  Stumbling into the kitchen, I took
three Tylenol along with a sixteen ounce bottle of pink Gatorade, chugged
it down in three long gulps.  Someone told me it's important to get lots of
non-alcoholic liquids into your body when you're hung-over. In the bathroom
I sluggishly spent the next half hour taking care of business. Without
mentioning the best part of taking care of business, the second best part
was brushing my teeth and gargling... and next best part after that was a
long hot shower.  My brother had already flown back to California and my
Mom was at work, so I was home alone.  I walked naked back to my bedroom
trying to decide what my body needed most... more sleep, or some food.
Hang-overs suck so bad!  I opted for the food, but I was too lazy to fix
some so I slowly got dressed and drove to a Denny's restaurant for
breakfast.  Mom had arranged a ride to work for herself with a friend so
I'd have the use of her car while I was home.  Nice Mom's do stuff like
that for their kid. Outside it was cold and windy with snow showers
predicted for later today. This weather sucks the big one, guess I'm
spoiled by going to college in Florida.

Normally I hate to eat alone because I'm sure the people around me are
staring at me and saying to their dining partner "Look at that loser eating
alone, that geek doesn't even have one friend to eat with". In my brain I
know there's probably not a single person in Denny's thinking that, but I
don't care... I still feel uncomfortable eating alone.  I was desperate
this morning though so I took a deep breath and went inside the restaurant.
"Eating alone, are you?" asked the lady at the front desk. I wanted to say,
"What the fuck's it look like" but what I actually said was, "Ah,
huh?... oh yeah, just me."  I wanted to tell her some lie about all these
friends of mine that were going to eat with me except they got in a serious
car accident, and so I was.... but, by the time I could start the lie I was
already seated at a small table near the door.  She presumedly sat me near
the door so that every person coming in or going out would see me sitting
alone... fuck!  I bought a newspaper and hid behind it while reading the
sports page.  Once my food arrived I was too busy eating to worry about
what everyone else in the restaurant was saying about me.  After eating,
and safely outside again I breathed a sigh of relief... I'd made it!  I'd
survived that humiliation.  Lighting a Marlboro I thought, "Now what to
do?"  I had the whole day to myself.  Tonight Carlos, Billy, and me have
another get-together with our old high school buds at this bar that serves
almost anyone with an ID, fake or otherwise.  Of course I'm not going to be
drinking anything stronger than ginger ale, but I still want to go hang
with the guys, shoot some pool, bull shit each other and all that good
stuff.

I drove aimlessly around my neighborhood and eventually wound-up outside
the Mane Street Barbershop.  "No way, dude!" I said out-loud to myself.
Still, I was curious if the same two butchers who call themselves barbers
are still cutting hair there.  I parked the car and sauntered over to the
barbershop, it was the middle shop in a strip mall of five shops, it's
small striped barber poll next to the front door circling round and round.
Looking through the plate glass window I saw the same two old barbers that
were here five years ago.  Jesus! They looked ancient now, but seeing them
made my dick move in my pants and I had the strongest urge to go in and ask
for that tapered haircut that Henry told me to get five years ago.  Taking
a deep breath and reaching for my pack of cigarettes I forced myself to
walk down the sidewalk, away from the barbershop.  Once out of sight the
"pull" or urge to go in wasn't as strong. Lighting a cigarette I blurted
out a laugh... holy shit, I'd actually considered going in for a "Henry
haircut"... get a grip!. The more I walked the better I was feeling.  Fresh
air... fresh cold air is even better, plus the exercise from a brisk walk
was invigorating, helps ya get over a hangover.  The cigarette, on the
other hand, wasn't helping at all. Smoking was bringing my headache back so
I flicked the rest of it in the street and kept walking.  I walked right to
the front of BLACK'S GARAGE.  My mouth was open in amazement as if I
couldn't understand how I'd gotten here.  Earlier this morning I was
thinking of Henry and, here I am. Whoa... I took a couple of deep breaths
as my heart rate picked-up... couple more deep breaths as I slowly walked
around back. All the doors were closed of course, it's the middle of
winter.  The door to the immaculately clean lavatory for "employees only"
was right there... right where it was five years ago, duh! Where'd I think
it would be?  I'm nervous, OK?  That's the lavatory where Henry, in a cloud
of cigarette smoke, fucked me after I'd gotten that horrible haircut.  That
was also the day after I accidentally sucked Henry's cock.  He says I
sucked it, but I know differently now.  I know now that I just did what he
told me to do. and it wasn't sucking his cock.  Be that as it may, it
resulted in Henry's claim that he needed to fuck me to correct the
situation, that was the first of many fucks, of course. Man, was I stupid!
Yeah I was, but on the other hand, did he ever fuck me great!  My dick
stirred just thinking about it and I rubbed myself through my jeans, biting
my lower lip remembering the stream of cum that lazily splashed against the
back of the toilet seat in the lavatory that afternoon.  The very same
lavatory that's fifteen feet in front of me.  What an afternoon that was!
The BO, the cigarette smoke, Henry's long boner, all that cum he shot up my
ass, the awesome sensation when I climaxed.  God, I feel dizzy.

Turning around I walked back the way I came, breathing deeply.  Then, wait
a second... I turned around again and went back to the front of the garage.
My hands cupping on either side of my eyes, I peered in through the window
seeing two mechanics working on an engine, neither of the two were Henry or
his father.  I have nothing to fear now... I opened the door and went
inside.  It smelled like grease and oil and wrenches and a burning metal
smell of some kind. A youngish Hispanic guy, maybe twenty-three years old,
wearing jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt looked up and said, "Yeah?"  He was
unusual looking, beautiful dark eyes and that fabulous, tan-toned, flawless
skin, but his facial features didn't go together very well. His dark brown
hair was cut short with a razored-in hairline making it almost look like he
had a brimless cap on his head.  The whole effect wasn't especially
attractive, but it was sexy somehow.  Jeez!  Wonder if Henry's seen this
guy. I said, "Ah, I ... that is.  Well, I use to be a friend of Henry Black
and wondered if he's maybe home for the holidays.  Do you happen to
know.... you know, if he's.... home...  maybe..."  The Hispanic guy's
penetrating stare intimidated me, it made me run out of steam asking that
question and I ended up squeaking out the last two words.  He stared at me
hard for a few seconds after I finished my last squeak, he made me looked
down. then he made a dismissive sound in his throat and turned to look over
to his co-worker.  Sneaking a peek at the other guy, I see he had "TITO"
stitched on his dirty work shirt. Tito was an older black man who raised
his eyebrows and made a face like, "I don't know..." so the odd looking guy
says to me, "Yeah, well Hank said something yesterday, Hank is Henry's
daddy by the way, he said something about Henry, but I forget what it was.
OK? That help ya out at all?"  I nodded my head thinking, "This is too
fucking weird to deal with, especially when I'm trying to get over a
hangover..." I mumbling, "Oh, huh?... well, thanks for your time..." and
backed out the door wondering what was that guy's problem.

Outside I figured "fuck it!" that little episode made me really want a
cigarette so I lit one up, and to hell with my hangover. Before I had the
pack of cigarettes put away the Hispanic guy had the front door opened, and
standing in the doorway he says, "Oh yeah, now I remember.  By the way kid,
what's your name?"  I mumble, "Oh, that's alright, I'll try him later" The
Hispanic guy sternly says, "What's your name?"  I go, "Andrew Fisher... I
was just....." He cut me off saying, "As it turns out Hank's kid is home,
but he's going back... you know, to Iraq, this week... I think it's this
week". Then he gave me a sexy smile and, lowering his voice to a more
friendly level, he asked, "You friends with Henry, are ya? You and him
friends some time in the past?" The way he said it made me think he meant
friends like, "boyfriends".  I stepped back because this guy was positively
coming on to me and it kinda scared me.  I'm not experienced at all with
this sort of thing and wasn't prepared to deal with a guy his age, who's
that confident, even if he is sexy.  I go, "Oh, yeah... or, I mean I was
one of his Scouts when I was a kid.  Ya know?"  I kept backing away and the
Hispanic guy says, "Hey, where ya going, Andy? ... ya got a cigarette?"  A
chill went up my back at the tone of his voice.  I was down past the end of
the garage when I said, "Sorry, I'm out... I mean, I'm late. Thank you
for... ya know, telling me...  that." and I walked away quickly, feeling
like such a wuss, but frightened a little as well. Holy shit, that guy was
hot and he came on to me... I think that's what it was.  I admit I'm horny
but my insecurity, or lack of confidence prevented me from following
through with him to see what he had in mind.  It's been a week since I last
got "off" with Cory and now, of course, since I started having sex on a
regular basis... well, let's just say I'm really missing it when it's not
available.

Back at my car I shuddered and thought, "Wow, there exist a certain rare
type of dominant persona that really rings all my bells, but it can be
nerve-racking at the same time.  Mr Hispanic guy was out of my league
obviously, he literally oozed aggressive confidence and that's very
attractive to me, but it can be too scary sometimes as well.  The "pull" or
force of his dominance was definitely felt by me so maybe I haven't lost as
much of my submissive nature as I though I had.  Oh well, maybe I'm at
least learning something about myself today...  for one thing, I know if I
play with fire, I'm gonna get burned.  That type of dominant guy is like
the "flame" and I'm the "moth".  It's interesting at the very least!  With
nothing better to do, I drove all around the neighborhood looking for any
of the guys I went to high school with, just to chill out with them for
awhile.  After running into the incredibly confident, My Hispanic guy, I
wanted to hook-up with some regular home-boy guys, ya know?  I needed to
get things back in proper perspective, but it looks like everyone from my
neighborhood was in hiding or something, no luck hooking-up with anyone.
Driving around though did get me back to feeling OK about myself and so,
what the hell... even though the Hispanic guy had scared me off, I'm not a
complete wimp, and to prove it I entertained an idea.  Ya know what I'd
like to do...  being bored and wicked curious too... I'd like to drive by
Henry's house, just drive by it. I don't need to actually stop, just drive
by and check it out.  I made a hard U-turn and headed for his part of
town. Why shouldn't I have a little titillating fun.  It surprised me that
I could remember exactly how to get to his place, even remembered the short
cut through the gas station across from his house. Not bad for not being
here in over five years!  For most of that five years period I was
pretending to myself, and everyone else, that I was straight and
consequently I had no desire to come near Henry's house... but now that I'm
admitting to myself I'm gay, I'm interested in Henry again.  No, not to
have him dominant me and all the nonsense that goes with that... just to
see how he's doing, how he's turned out.  I have no intention of letting
Henry run rough-shod over me like he did in the past.  Mostly, I want to
see if he has anything to say to the boy who's young ass he performed
statutory rape on for almost two months. See what he might have to say to
me as an adult Andrew Fisher... or, almost an adult.

Driving past his house slowly, I couldn't tell if anyone was home or not.
Hey, maybe they don't even live here now.  Then I drove right down the
alley behind his house near the infamous garage where I tried on Henry's
old Cub Scout uniform.  I saw movement through the end window of the
garage, inside the second bay.  Ah ha! now a cloud of cigarette smoke as
well, so there's a damn good chance it's Henry.  Oh boy, now I'm nervous
again... my heart's banging a little faster than normal and my nuts are
squirming around in their little sac. Shit, I don't actually need to do
this so I drove right past his garage and out the other end of the alley.
Then circled the block and came right back down to his garage again.  Fuck
this... I don't want to be a wuss like I was at BLACK'S GARAGE with the
Hispanic guy.  No one's going to harm me, Henry's not a killer for christ
sakes. OK, have some balls for once!  I parked the car and got out. Fuck!
I'm nervous again, might as well admit that.  I lit a cigarette and made
myself walk right up to the garage, nervous as hell.  As I turned the
doorknob of the people-door, which was between the two large car garage
doors, someone on the other side was turning the knob at the same time I
was.  Feeling that knob turn by itself in my hand scared the shit out of me
and I jumping back a step, then breathing hard I waited to see Henry emerge
from behind the door.  The door opened and I heard, "Hello?.. who's that?",
but it was Mr Black, not Henry.  His hair was mostly gray now, it use to be
faded blond, almost a yellow color. He was dressed in a sweat suit and he
was sweating, like he'd been working-out in the garage.  "Oh... What are
you selling, kiddo?  Magazines, knives, discount dinner vouchers for a new
restaurant in town?  I've bought them all and I really don't need any more
of any of them."  I go, "Ha ha!  No, I'm not selling anything, My
Black. I'm Andrew Fisher, Henry's friend from the Boy Scouts." Mr Black
makes a face like "are you shitting me?"  He says, "Henry hasn't been in
the Scouts for five years or more, son.  What are you talking about?"  I
told him about Henry training me here a few times to, "You know, sir... he
was training me to march.  I had two left feet".  "Oh, yeah" says Mr Black,
his face lighting up.  "One of Henry's boys, were you?  Come on in side the
house with me... Andrew, was it?  You can wait with me for Henry... ya want
a beer?  How old are you anyway, you're eighteen by now aren't ya?"  I go,
"Oh, ah... no thanks.  I only have a few minutes before I need to pick-up
my father.  He's a police detective, ya know."  Mr Black changed his
demeanor to grumpy and mumbled, "No, I didn't know that, how would I?
Henry's at the Mall on West Chester Pike, I don't know what time he'll be
home".  Mr Black was closing the door to his house behind him and barely
got out his last word by the time the door slammed shut.  I'm
thinking... right, I'll wait inside with that pervert... fuck that!  That
man is scary-weird.  The way he said, "One of Henry's boys..." licking his
fat lips.  Oh, that's not creepy at all... no, we'll have coco and cookies
while you ram your old slong up my ass!

The Hispanic guy and now Mr Black, what is it with me? ... do I have a sign
on my back that reads "submissive fuck boy" or what.  Meeting those last
two characters has put me off my interest in a Henry reunion, so instead I
went to Walt's Hoagie shop for lunch.  Cherry coke and a hoagie with hot
cherry peppers satisfied my hunger, but now I still have an entire
afternoon ahead of me with nothing to do.  Oh well, maybe Henry's still at
the Mall, why not see what he looks like anyway. Driving down West Chester
Pike I tried to think what to say to Henry if by some chance I actually do
see him. Nothing special came to mind, maybe I wouldn't say anything, just
see what he looks like now and maybe let him see me... see if he recognizes
me.  Maybe he'll have something to say to me.  Damn, five years ago I went
through the most bizarre stretch of my life with him, I ought to be able to
meet with him now and maybe get some kind of closure... because, ya know,
it don't feel like that experience ever had an ending.  The Mall was very
crowded with the shoppers looking for after-Christmas bargains and others
returning Christmas presents they didn't like.  What the hell is Henry
doing here in the first place?  I wandered up and down the aisle for almost
an hour before I spotted him.  I was getting off the escalator on the
second level and there he was, unmistakable. Biting my bottom lip, I put
both hands in my pocket and played with myself.  He looked handsome. His
face had cleared-up and was nicely tanned, no pimples.  I swear he still
looked as young as he did five years ago, slim and tall with those dark
blue eyes and his blond hair neatly cut very short... Army short. He was
wearing jeans with an un-tucked, faded Army camouflage shirt with captain
bars on the collar. The bars were made of black cotton fabric, not shiny
silver.  Sneakers on his long feet, a large soft pretzel in his right hand.
He was pointing with his left hand at a very thin boy about sixteen years
old who was sporting a recent boy's regular haircut and was standing up
very straight in front of Henry, listening intently to what Henry was
saying.  They were on the other side of the aisle from me, with open space
down to the first level between us so I'd need to walk up to a cross-over
area in front of Macy's if I wanted to be on their side.  I couldn't hear
what Henry was lecturing the lad about, but it made me smile to see the
boy's submissive posture, even while standing at attention... amazing to
think that was once me. I guess not much has changed in Henry's world.
Well, except now he's fighting a war in between dominating young gay boys,
that is. Nothing's changed too much in the way Henry handles one of "his
boys".  Well, I've come this far, I gotta say hello.

By the time I walked to Macys and crossed over to Henry's side of the Mall,
then walked back down to where he and the young boy were standing the
lecture was over.  Henry had the kid around the neck the same way he used
to do it to me.  This boy was closer to Henry's height though so it didn't
seem as awkward.  The boy had a nervous smile on his face as he tried not
to look too pathetic bumbling along beside Henry in that headlock with
people gawking at the two of them... puzzled expressions on their faces.
Henry was just finishing his pretzel when I walked up next to him.  I said,
"Sir, do you have the correct time?"  Without looking over at me, Henry
said, "No" and then he released his grip around his young friend's neck and
the boy checked his watch and said, "It's two-twenty-five".  I said, "Thank
you.  Henry, don't ya recognize me?"  When he heard my voice the second
time he snapped his head around and actually looked excited when he saw me,
"Andrew? Of course I recognize you."  He took hold of his young friend's
arm and pulled him around to face me as he said, "Andrew, this is my
neighbor, Ronnie Price.  Ronnie, let me introduce my best Boy Scout recruit
ever, Andrew... ah, I forget your last name Andrew."  I said, "It's Fisher"
and smiled at the compliment of being his best ever recruit.  Ronnie
extended his hand and we shook, saying, "How ya doing" to each other.
Ronnie was youthful looking, which I think Henry liked, but he wasn't
cute. He was OK looking, but not cute at all.  Too rough looking with thick
eyebrows, dull brown eyes and hair, broad nose and mouth.  Needless to say,
I wasn't jealous of him, but he acted a bit put off by me.... the
expression on his face somehow translated as "he's mine".... meaning Henry
of course.  I smiled at Ronnie pleasantly to show him I was not interested
in Henry, or in him. Henry said, "Ronnie, if it's two forty-five, it's time
for you to meet your folks at Sears.  I can't give you a ride home, I'm
going out.  Run along now, tomorrow night, my place, seven o'clock.  Got
it?" Ronnie looked at me and reluctantly said, "Yes, Henry... I got it.
See ya tomorrow" and he gave me a little wave goodbye which I returned to
him with another smile... no smiles from Ronnie.

Henry says, "Over here Andrew, out of the way of all these people."  He had
me by the arm and led me down two stores where there was a boarded up store
being refurbished for a new business. We walked around to an alcove that
had an small construction opening to the outside.  Lighting a cigarette
then blowing smoke out the opening, Henry says, "No smoking in the Mall,
but fuck em. Here", and he handed me the cigarette he'd lit and taken that
first drag from.  It was wet on the filter from Henry lipping it.  Henry's
saliva on the filter made me think of taking bites from his Whopper a
lifetime ago. As I took a drag on the used cigarette I was surprised to see
it was a Marlboro Light, the brand I now smoked.  Henry had switched to
these from Lucky Strikes just like me and that somehow made me feel proud
that I'd made the correct decision... then I shook my head, pissed at
myself for such a dumb thought.  Henry lit up another Marlboro, took a long
drag and exhaled the smoke into my face saying, "How come you didn't come
around to see me, Andrew?"  I told him about going to his father's place of
business a week after the over-night camp, and about my surprise to learn
that Henry wouldn't be around all year, and that he was going to Europe
next summer, and then to college.  I told him in one long sentence feeling
like I was confessing some failure of mine.  Henry blew some more smoke in
my face and said, "I was back working at the garage all of August that
summer, you didn't come around then.  I thought you'd come around. We were
friends."  It was a shock to hear him say we were friends, that was news to
me although he was much nicer to me near the end of our relationship, even
gave me that hug goodbye after over-night camp.  I thought it was goodbye
for three weeks, not goodbye for five years.  Henry was rubbing my
shoulders as he told me that he'd been in ROTC in college and had joined
the Army right after graduating last April.  He'd be going back for a
second tour of duty in Iraq next week as an Army Captain of an armored
unit... he was leaving the following Monday.

Unexpectedly, he leaned down slightly and with a hand on the back of my
neck pulled me into his body, my face brushed his and my dick started
getting firm.  He held me against himself in that awkward headlock position
without any struggling on my part, both of us still smoking.  I continued
telling him about myself... me being a sophomore at college in Florida,
home for Christmas break until New Years.  I told him how I'd gone to his
father's garage this very afternoon looking for him. He rubbed the top of
my head with his chin and asked, "Did Julio see you?  Did you speak with a
Hispanic dude... kinda scary guy about twenty-five?"  I nodded my head as
best I could and said, "Yeah, him and a black man named Tito. The Hispanic
guy didn't know where you were."  Henry's hold around my neck was like old
times, we both dropped our cigarette butts and stepped on them. Henry
immediately lit another cigarette and asked, "Did you... ah, did Julio talk
to you some?"  I knew what Henry was thinking, that I may have come under
this Julio guy's dominant spell.  I replied, "Oh, he tried to get into a
discussion, have a smoke or something, but I wasn't interested". Henry
slowly nodded his head up and down, rubbing the top of my head with his
chin again as he did it, my hands were loosely holding his waist as he
dragged on his cigarette seemingly mauling something over in his head.  If
anyone saw us they'd probably think it was a fight.  With my eyes watering
from the second hand smoke floating around my head, Henry, leaving the
cigarette between his lips, began absently ruffled my hair, then rubbing my
back and saying, "You've grown-up nicely, Andrew.  You're better looking
now than you were as a teen".  It was getting quite uncomfortable being
handled like this, but I liked it just the same.  It's so hard for me to
grasp how someone could have the nerve, the gaul, to just do whatever they
felt like doing with me... act so familiar with touching and all that, like
Henry was constantly doing.  Why do I let him do it?  Not only let him,
like it!  My dick was getting very close to boner status by now.  Trying to
get my mind off the bodily contact with Henry, I told him about going to
his house after visiting the garage and about his father telling me where
he, Henry, was.  Henry seemed pleased with everything I said.

He let me loose as he finished his second cigarettes and I immediately
missed the feel of his body. Henry says, "OK, For old time
sake... A-TEN-HUTT" and I did a half ass attention position with half a
smile on my face.  Henry was not smiling. "Do not disrespect me Andrew." he
said between clenched teeth.  I stood a little straighter and dropped the
smile thinking, OK... for old time sake. Henry put the fingers of his right
hand near the back of my neck and the thumb of that hand under my chin
pushing up so my head went back slightly.  When I held the position,
staring into his eyes, he brushed the back of his fingers up the front of
my nose, the familiar nicotine smell brought back memories and I felt my
dick finish firming up, it poked against my khaki pants, but didn't make
much of a dent in the heavier material.  Henry has this hypnotic stare,
great intensity... his unwavering self confidence and sense of... I don't
know, sense of entitlement.  Like he was entitled to do with me as he
pleased... touch me, blow smoke in my face, order me about, whatever. When
he saw me straightening up properly and obeying him fully now he swallowed
exaggeratedly as if he'd just eaten something delicious.  A look of
arrogance on his handsome face, mostly transmitted through his eyes, a look
of dominance too.  I gulped as he said, "You should have tried harder to
get in touch with me Andrew.  I went through a lot of trouble helping you
learn about life, ya know."

He had me again.  I was hypnotized by his dominant manner, it was like one
of those thrill rides... the roller coasters that Cory and I are crazy for
at amusement parks.  A high speed, thrilling ride that seems very dangerous
although you know that logically it's actually safe because it needs to
be... it wouldn't exist for long if it weren't ultimately safe.  But first,
before you're sure you're safe, you get the thrill ride of your
life... that's what my experiences with Henry felt like and although there
is always that feeling of trepidation, the nervousness and scary feeling in
my stomach just before the ride takes of, like I had right now, I still
wanted to go on the ride.  I was breathing little bursts of air through my
mouth, but saying nothing, just continuing to stare at Henry's handsome
face.  He was looking at my hair now as he inspected my person, he reached
his hand behind my head and ran his fingers up the back of my head saying,
"Letting yourself get sloppy, Andrew.  I'm disappointed in you."  I took in
a long breath this time as my heart hammered steadily, too fast, in my
chest.  "You need a haircut and you need it today, get it before you come
over to see me tonight."  He gripped my shoulders with both his hands and
then slid his hands tightly down the outside of my arms.. when they reached
my hands he squeezed them, then went under my hands so he could rub up both
sides of my body, all the way up to my armpits.  He dragged his hands
across my chest to meet over my sternum and then down my belly to my crotch
which he grabbed with both hands and squeezed my nuts.  I stayed rigidly at
attention as Henry murmured, "You're in good shape, Andrew... " and he
lifted his eyebrows a bit prompting me to say, "Thank you, Henry".

Henry spoke quietly and confidently, not hurried at all... doing whatever
he wanted to do in his own good time...  all that, even though I could hear
people talking as they bustling by us not far from where we stood, but out
of our view.  Henry couldn't care less, he leaned in close to reach behind
me and take a handful of both my buttocks.  Squeezing them casually, he
quietly said, "Have you missed me Andrew, missed my training?"  I said,
"Yes, Henry" and I realized that actually I had missed this.  This groping
or whatever it was.  He was breathing heavily himself now, his face not far
from mine.  Continuing to squeeze my left buttock with one hand, he ran his
other hand inside my winter jacket, under my shirt, on my bare skin up my
back. In this position with his face so close to mine, I wanted to lay my
face against his and feel his skin on my face, his skin that now was clean
shaven, tan and beautiful, without a blemish.  Henry was rubbing my back up
and down as he slowly pulled me into his body, my cock was now as hard as a
flagpole... so was his as it bumped my hip. I put my arms around him and
squeezed him in my arms, something I never was allowed to do before.  His
body felt so good and it felt so good to be so dominated by Henry again, it
brought back the memories of huge climaxes, gasping for breath afterward,
and then wanting more. He took his hand off my ass and held the back of my
head pressing my forehead into his shoulder, then rubbed my hairs up the
back of my head saying, "Relax Andrew, I'm not mad at you. I'll still take
care of you."  He humped his crotch against mine and held me tighter, my
balls churned more cum in their sac, feeling quite heavy now as I quietly
sighed... it really did feel good to be dominated and taken care of by
Henry. The hand that was rubbing my bare back drifted down to force itself
inside the back of my khakis pants and then inside my jockey shorts.  I
pressed against him tighter as his finger went up my hole and he began
finger fucking me.  Something was missing, oh yeah... the BO wasn't
present, but everything else was as it was five years ago.  His finger
fucked me as I held the two of us together tightly making little squeaking
sounds while humping his thigh.  He'd exert pressure on my boner each time
I humped into his leg.  He murmured, "Ah yes, you're just like you used to
be Andrew... let out the cum anytime you want."  His fingers are long and
the middle one was the longest, way up inside me pushing on my prostate
every time he pulled his finger out... almost all the way out, till just
the pad of his finger was pulling down on my hole.  I couldn't breath from
all the grunting and groaning I was quietly doing.  Henry squeezing the
back of my neck making shivers fly up and down my spine.  Humping his leg,
his finger constantly fucking my ass and massaging my prostate until my
balls could take it no longer... up shot a load of sperm, I went, "Ahhh oh!
I'm cumming, Henry" and out shot that long stream of cum... it soaked the
front of my boxers. As I've said, I was quite horny and oh my god, that
felt so good.  I followed the first long shot with three short spurts
bumping against Henry's leg with each one.  Henry whispers, "See how much
you missed me, Andrew."  He pulled his finger out and pushed me away
slightly so he could get a handful of my sweatshirt to wipe his finger
with, all the while giving me orders, "Get a haircut, a short haircut, and
be at my place tonight at seven sharp.  I gotta run to do an errant for my
dad. I'm looking forward to our training tonight, Andrew... be there!"  I
slumped back against the plywood that covered what used to be a big plate
glass window and muttered, "Oh, OK Henry" but he was gone.

A wave of dizziness swept over me and I bent forward as if to vomit, it had
been such a rush for me that adrenaline pumped through my system making me
feel sick to my stomach.  I did a few dry heaves and then sat down on the
floor leaning against the wall of plywood with my legs splayed out in front
of me and put my head in my hands thinking, "Oh fuck, I'm more submissive
than ever..." I acted at least as submissive as I did at fourteen.  I've
been just as submissive all along, it's just that I hadn't met anyone like
Henry in the five years since I last saw him.  Or, perhaps it's just Henry,
no one else will do.  Cum cooled and soaked through the front of my tan
khakis making a dark stain there.  I thought, maybe Henry wouldn't be as
dominant with other submissive guys, not to the extent he was with me
because, you know...  different strokes for different folks, maybe.  And
maybe another type of dominant person wouldn't have nearly the affect on me
that Henry has, or maybe it's because I was so young when I first met Henry
that it's burned into my psyche... he programed me somehow... oh, I don't
know!  Whatever it is, it all comes down to the unexplainable... the
unconscious mind and the mischief that part of the brain can cause a
person. I'm weak, so I sat on the floor smoking another cigarette trying to
recreate the last fifteen minutes... trying to understand the exact second
he had me and then I was helplessly under his control. Henry can get me to
do the damndest things in the shortest period of time imaginable.  Our
initial sex act was that trumped-up cock-sucking-that-wasn't-cock-sucking
which led to Henry fucking me for the first time.  From licking his boner
to lighting a cigarette after he fucked me took about ten minutes.  That
boy is fast.  It occurred to me finally that someone was bound to
eventually come back and find me here... here, where I shouldn't be, doing
what I shouldn't be doing, smoking... so, finishing my cigarette I stepped
on the butt and slowly got up and walked through the Mall to the end I'd
come in, the end where my car was parked.  My cum soaked khaki pants front
was cover by my winter jacket held against my stomach with both arms in
front of me, like I was hugging myself... maybe I was.  What a fucking
disaster this afternoon turned into, except it wasn't a disaster
really. One indisputable fact did totally blow me out of the water of
course, and it was how wrong I'd been to think I wasn't all that submissive
any more... what a fucking joke that is.  Well, I have no intention of
getting the haircut Henry ordered me to get, nor am I going over to his
house tonight like he'd ordered me to do.  I've been on my thrill ride for
today and frankly, even though I know it's ultimately safe, I'm afraid to
go on it again, not with Henry.  Not right now anyway.

Back at my house I cleaned-up, put a load of dirty clothes in the washing
machine and lay on my bed trying to think.  Maybe I should go on one last
thrill ride tonight... how often will I get the chance. I really shouldn't
be a pussy about this.  Then I remembered Henry's long boner going up my
ass and the climaxes I'd had with him.  Damn it!  I should go, but I
already promised Billy and Carlos I was going with them tonight, and I
don't want that short haircut Henry wants me to get.  Oh, but the
climaxes... will it be the same as when I was fourteen?  I gotta go, how
many thrill rides does one get an opportunity to ride in life?  Ya know?
While putting the cleaned clothes in the dryer Billy came over and then
Carlos got back from his visit to the grandparents and one thing led to
another... I used my buds as an excuse to myself for why I couldn't go to
see Henry.  In fact, I never got to go to Henry's any other night either
because I was either too busy or too worried what Henry might do because I
ignored him that first night.  Never got to Henry's, didn't see him
again. Us three buddies... me, Carlos and Billy, had a lot of beer drinking
to do, a lot of catching-up with each other to do, and unlimited amounts of
BS to tell one another too.  Also, we hooked up with lots of kids we'd gone
to high school with to do the same with them... some drinking, catching up,
and lying with them too.  The week between Christmas and New Year was
pretty much getting drunk and suffering hangovers, there wasn't much time
for me to fret about not seeing Henry again.  But, no doubt about it... I
did blow a great opportunity to test how hot the climax would be as
compared to when Cory fucks me.  I mean, I know Henry would be hotter, it's
simply a matter of how much hotter that interested me.  I'll probably never
know now... damn!  Oh well, something good... with all the boozing I did
with my best buds there was amply opportunity for drunken hugging and even
some brotherly kisses on the cheek between us three, and that was cool.
That sober kiss I'd given Billy at the airport, and his subsequent claim
that Carlos had wondered if I was gay as far back to when we were all in
the twelfth grade, never came up...  so, I don't know what to think about
that. I'm happy letting it lay like the sleeping dog thing.  I'll tell the
boys to their face that I'm gay when I feel the time is right, but for
christ sakes, I've only acknowledged it to myself for a few months.  Let me
get more comfortable with it for awhile, then I'll confess my perversion.
Speaking of perversion, some nights I jerked-off thinking about Cory and
other nights I jerked off thinking about what it would have been like if I
hadn't wimped-out with Henry.  How hot would it have been if I'd have
gotten my haircut short and gone to Henry's for my spanking,
probably... and my fucking, definitely. I should have gone!  And, I miss
Cory too!

A huge New Years Eve party was taking place at the house of a high school
friend of ours.  The three of us... me, Carlos, and Billy went stag and
it's a good thing we did too. The party turned into an out-of-control,
wild, boisterous affair.  A neighbor dropped a dime on us and the the
police raided the place and began arresting kids for under-age drinking.
Us three musketeers went over the second floor balcony, landing on trash
cans below, escaping the police and laughing nervously about it for the
next twenty minutes.  Then, realizing we weren't injured or in jail we
hopped from one party to another getting smashed in the process.  We had a
drunken tearful goodbye, the three of us hugging and saying embarrassing
things about how much we loved each other, all of it made much worse by our
boozy state of mind.  That night is destined to be another story that we'll
be talking about for years to come. The last huge hang-over of the
Christmas break was the one I had the next day... New Years day.  It turned
out to be a long-ass painful day, thankfully without me needing to
participate in any adult beverage consumption at all.  Then on January
second it was time to return to college and the warm and friendly confines
of Florida... and Cory.  Dad dropped me off at the airport for my flight
back to college and, everything considered, it was actually a great trip
home. I couldn't realistically have asked for it to be any better, well
maybe I should have done the Henry thing, no... I definitely should have
done it, but other than that it was a great break.  But there's no fooling
myself... I was anxious to get back to Cory.  That's true, but I had this
tiny worry in the back of my brain about that too.  It was a worry
involving Mark and Cory, and it went like this... would that dominant
ex-boyfriend, Mark, wiggle his little finger and get Cory to come running
back to him? And then maybe they reconcile and I end-up being the odd man
out.  I know how much Cory loves the "real" dominant behavior, and I'm only
giving him role playing dominance, ya know? It's a tiny little worry,
that's all it is... that's what I told myself a couple hundred times on the
airplane anyway... that it was only a tiny worry...

to be continued....   Chapter five  (the job & Mitchell)

Donny Mumford                  thinat20@yahoo.com