Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2000 11:57:23 EDT
From: Markin619@aol.com
Subject: UCLA Dad, Part 1

				 UCLA Dad

				  Part 1


	Hi there, Frankie, buddy:

	You wanted me to tell you know all about our trip to UCLA to visit
my older son, Todd last weekend.  It was a reunion of sorts and also to
celebrate my 46th birthday. It was a pretty fabulous weekend from a number
of respects.  I will try to document it as best I can for you.

	My younger son, Scott and I left our place in north San Diego
County about 9:30am.  I had hoped to leave earlier but Scott had gone to an
"away" football game Friday night, and didn't get home till late.  Then we
stayed up too long watching a hot new video I had received that day in the
mail and, well you probably know the rest, Frankie.  Anyway, we didn't drag
ourselves out of bed till about 8:30am.  As such, we didn't make it to
Todd's dorm in Los Angeles until almost noon.

	We found our way to his room on the 9th floor. His door was open
and he was on his bed reading.

	"Hey guys!  Where've ya been?" he whooped, jumping off the bed.

	Scott and I each hugged and kissed him.  Then I took them both in
my arms and enjoyed a good group hug.  As usual, I felt so blessed with
these two sons. Despite all the dangers in raising kids these days, these
two have never disappointed me.  They have both done well in school, have
participated in community work as day camp counselors with the local YMCA
and have excelled, unlike their father, in the sports they have pursued.
In addition, they are both very handsome, and have had no trouble in
attracting attractive girl friends and boyfriends in the case of Scott.  I
like to think I had a little to do with these successes, particularly since
their mom walked out on us five years ago.

 	As you know from what I've told you, Frankie, it was devastating
for the three of us.  In retrospect however, it may have been the best
thing that ever happened to us.  We have developed such an intimate and
beautiful relationship.  But, the intimacy that we have shared still
bothers me sometimes.  This is despite the insights, advice and counsel you
and other cyber-friends have been so kind in providing me.  But that's
another story and besides, we have not done anything with each other we
haven't wanted to do.  I am truly fortunate to be able to love my sons both
emotionally and physically.

	Enough of me being a dithering father.

	After our little reunion, Todd showed us around the dorm. We ended
up behind the dorm in the recreation area and enjoyed checking out all the
guys playing hoops.  After a watching for a bit, the three of us decided to
join a new pick-up game. The three of us made a pretty good team and
despite my age, I was able to acquit myself quite favorably among the young
studs. That was until Todd's roommate, Chuck joined the opposing team. Todd
identified him to me in a quick stage whisper as he dribbled the ball past
me on his way to the key.

	Chuck, a well built, 18 year old from the San Francisco area, was
even hotter than Todd had described him to us during his first phone call
home.

	Chuck had close-cropped blond hair topping a classically handsome
face and a perfectly proportioned, solid body.  I guessed he was about 6'
4" and no more than 190 pounds. I could see there wasn't an ounce of fat on
his shirtless body.  As soon as there was a break in play and before Todd
could introduce him, he came right over to me, glistening in sweat, with
his hand extended.

	"Good to meet you Mr. Allen, I'm Chuck, Todd's roommate."

 	"Nice meeting you, Chuck...and please call me John. Mister makes me
feel old, especially, around birthday time."

	"No problem, Mist...I mean, John.  Happy Birthday!, by the way.
Todd tells me you'll be, what, 46 next week?"

	"Yeah, don't remind me," I replied.

 	"Hell, you don't even look old enough to be his Dad. I would have
pegged you for an older brother."

	I loved this guy already, Frankie!

	Todd introduced his younger brother to Chuck. As they shook hands,
Chuck complimented Scott on how well his upper body looked for a
17-year-old.  Scott blushed noticeably and explained that he had been
swimming all through high school and in off-season, lifted weights in the
gym at the Y.  At a little over 6 feet tall, with sun-bleached blond hair,
blue eyes and a trim build, Scott was an eyeful.

	 Without thinking, I blurted out, "Scott is well put-together all
over."

	"Dad!" he pleaded, blushing even more.

	We all laughed as his brother nudged him affectionately.

	Not that this older brother wasn't also nicely built. Todd was just
under 6 feet tall, about 190 pounds, brown hair and blue eyes.  His body
was more like mine, (when I was his age), a little more compact and
bulkier.  This was also because he trained differently from Scott. In high
school Todd played football and, for three years was backup quarterback at
La Costa Canyon High.

 	His best friend, Justin, had been, deservedly, the team's starting
quarterback, leading the team to three consecutive league championships.
This at the school which itself had been only open three years. Justin was
wooed and recruited by a number of big time schools from all over the
country and eventually settled on a smaller NCAA Class I-A school, Miami of
Ohio.  Justin wanted to follow in his father's footsteps as a surgeon and
the full scholarship offered by Miami was the most appealing because he
would be able to play football as well as study at a school with a strong
pre-med. program. Todd was noticeably down when he learned Justin was going
to school 2000 miles away.

	Frankie, remind me to tell you about Justin sometime. Back to UCLA
now.

	We resumed the basketball game. I was now totally distracted by the
good looks and charm of my son's new roommate and couldn't concentrate on
the play of the ball.  They whipped our asses pretty badly.

	The four of us, all winded and drenched in sweat, drifted over to a
nearby grassy area amid the all the asphalt and concrete of the sprawling
Westwood campus.  It was October and the sun was still strong and the air
warm.  We cooled down and our breathing became more normal. Their recovery
time was considerably shorter than mine.

 	I suggested that we go out to grab some lunch somewhere. Scott and
I had nothing more than a banana for breakfast and I knew I needed some
fuel now.  My boys said they were starved...as they usually are.  (You have
no idea how much groceries those two boys go through, as I am sure you do
too, Frankie.)  Chuck said he was also hungry but had a study date at two
o'clock and had to get back to the room to shower and change.  He'd grab a
burger on the run to tide him over until the dinner.  At my request, Todd
had invited him to join us that evening.

	"Thanks for asking me to join you at dinner, Mist... John. I
haven't really had a decent meal in a sit-down restaurant since I came to
school."

	"Sure, Chuck, it will be our pleasure having you with us."

	Actually, Frankie, I was looking forward very much to walking into
the restaurant in gay West Hollywood with these three good-looking young
men in my tow.  I also could not wait to gauge Chuck's reaction to what
would be a male-dominated environment. (By now, that no longer phased Todd
or Scott.)

 	"Todd has told me how well you and he have hit if off.  I thought
he would be homesick for all his friends, and us but I haven't even
detected a trace of that in him.", I lamented. Have you been homesick?
Come on, tell the truth, Chuck."

	"Not really, I have been looking forward to leaving home for some
time.  I don't want to get into that now but, I am so fucking, oh sorry, I
am so happy here, especially with a roommate like Todd. The courses are
challenging and the diversity here on campus is so cool."

	Todd tried to convince us that he wasn't really homesick.

 	"Oh, Dad! I miss you guys. But with the phone and email, it's like
we're not even apart. I even keep in touch with Justin at Miami. We email
each other every day."

	"Yeah, it's a little different when I went off to school." I
observed, "That was back in the days of letters to and from home by snail
mail."

	Scott, lying beside me on the grass, chimed in: "That was before
telephones, right Dad?"

 	I responded by smacking his firm butt and a very audible, "Fuck
you, wise ass!"

	"Hmmmm?" was his barely audible response as Todd and Chuck erupted
in guffaws.

	With that, we all got up and headed back up to Todd and Chuck's
room.  Before doing so, I enlisted the three of them in carrying some of
the things Todd had asked us to bring to him from home.  We rented a U-haul
for the big move a month ago but still had some things that were not
included then.  Among them, a microwave and a laser printer. Through
miscommunication, Todd and Chuck thought each other was bringing them,
ending up without both "necessities".

	Once up in the room, Chuck said he was going to duck into the
adjacent shower so he wouldn't be late for his study date at the library.
The dorm was configured in such a way that each room for two shared a
common bathroom with another room for two. Is that how your dorm is,
Frankie?

	I realized that I had to take a serious piss since I had not done
so since leaving the house this morning. I asked Chuck, "Do you mind if I
take a piss first?"

 	"No problem John, the bathroom is big enough to accommodate three:
one each in the shower, at the sink and the toilet. How do you think the
four of us get out of here on time in the morning?  We all have eight
o'clock classes on three days of the week.  We've gotten over our shyness
for the sake of expediency. Join the club."

	No arm-twisting needed here, I thought to myself as I followed him
in.  Todd and Scott were both beaming to me with what can only be described
as evil grins. I think you are doing the same now, Frankie.

	His back to me, Chuck wasted no time in shucking off the UCLA
shorts and, surprise, the jockstrap he was wearing.  He had already pulled
off his shoes and socks in the other room.

	I had to stare in admiration at what had to be one of the most
gorgeous asses I have ever seen on a man, porno magazines and movies
included.

	For a brief moment, those two beautifully rounded globes of muscle
were framed by the straps of the jock.  (It's a real shame most guys of his
generation no longer wear jocks and opt instead for the compression shorts,
or just briefs.  If they only knew how much sexier they look with their
buns surrounding by the elastic of the straps.  Then in the front, the
webbed pouch strains to contain all that special equipment.) Oh fuck, I
think you know about that too well, Frankie, right?

	I didn't realize until seeing that glorious butt, how tanned his
body was, especially for someone from northern California. It was also very
obvious that Speedo was his swimsuit of choice.

	"Don't mind the moon, John," he warned as he bent over to pull his
feet through the shorts and jock.

	Speechless for a second, and finally, with my mouth moving before
my brain was completely engaged, I found myself responding with, "I don't
mind it at all, Chuck. Full moons can be quite romantic."

	He turned at the waist, smiled and winked before reaching to turn
on the water and step into the shower. It did give me enough of a very
quick glance of what Todd was referring to when he described his roommate
as "well-endowed."  Todd had sized him up correctly from what I could see
in that nano-second.

	Alas, the door to the shower was opaque and the show for me was
over.  I had forgotten all about how badly I had needed to piss and was now
fumbling with the zipper on my shorts to get that much-needed relief.  Oh
what the hell, like I usually do at home, I pulled the leg of my shorts up
pulled it out and let it rip that way. I noticed that my cock had been
stirred by the events of the previous half-minute or so.  I also realized
at that point that it must have been pretty obvious to Chuck that I had
been busier watching him than in getting ready to take a piss.

	As you will find out later, Frankie, it was a good move on my part.

	I finished up and yelled, "Have a good study.  We'll pick you up in
front of the dorm at six, OK?"

	"Sounds great! I will be waiting with more than bells on, John!"


			     To be continued.

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