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by Jeff Allen
AT ADAMS STATE UNIVERSITY, ADAMS, NORTH CAROLINA
Thanksgiving vacation had been interesting to say the least.
First, there was the news that Josh and Brandon Harris were a couple. You could really see how much they liked each other by watching their eyes. I was happy for Josh. Times had been hard for him, and he deserved a little happiness.
Second, there was the reunion of Brandon and his brother Bart. I was happy for them also. It sounded like both brothers had been through a really difficult time with their parents. Both Brandon and Bart seemed like great guys. Both were super masculine, but I thought Bart was the more attractive of the two. In fact, I though Bart was darned hot! He was going to be living with Brandon in Adams; I was going to have to try to get to know Bart a little better.
Third, after a long dry spell from sex (the closest I'd come was my aborted chance at sex in the library rest room), Tyrone and I had some really wild sex Thanksgiving night and the night after. Trey and I had been staying in Ryan's room, and Ryan was with Bart and Nacio in Grant and Micah's room. Tyrone stayed the weekend with us because his dad was going to Philadelphia to meet his boyfriend's parents. Both Thursday and Friday nights Trey was sensitive enough to stay out of the room for about an hour after Tyrone and I went to bed. Man, did we pack a lot into those two hours! Tyrone and I had been boyfriends until I went off to college. Well, I'm not sure we were really boyfriends, but we were a lot more than just fuck buddies. We liked each other a lot, but we weren't in love. We'd decided to break up before I went to college. I'm sure Tyrone had been in the sack with a few guys over the fall, but those two nights over Thanksgiving were just pure raw sex between us. We both knew just what would push the other's buttons, and man, did we push some buttons!
Then on Saturday I got ticked at Tyrone. Bart and I caught him giving a blowjob to Jorge Menendez. What's more I realized from the guilty look on Bart's face that Tyrone had probably found occasion to give him a blowjob also. Believe me, Tyrone and I didn't have sex with each other that night. Instead we sat and had a "discussion." Tyrone liked sex, but giving blow jobs to two different guys in the same day reminded me too much of my father forcing me to go from rig to rig at the truck stop selling drugs and giving blow jobs, or my ass, to the truckers.
I ended up sharing the bed with Trey, and Tyrone slept alone in the other bed.
Sunday after Thanksgiving, we all went back to Adams State for the last few classes before exams. Trey had warned me that the period between Thanksgiving and final exams was short and intense. Man, was he ever right!
I was so busy trying to get things done for classes that I never had time to get up with Bart Harris. I figured I'd see him over Christmas break because he and Brandon were supposed to come spend Christmas Day with us back in Carterville.
The two classes I was really worried about were biology and math. Ahmed Kahn and I were going to be studying together for both of those. He and I were in the same biology class, but he was essentially tutoring me in my math class because both his parents were math professors and he himself was some sort of math genius.
Ahmed's parents didn't want him studying with me late at night in the library or in my dorm room, but they didn't mind me staying late over at their house and then having Ahmed drive me back to campus. Go figure.
Ahmed drove me back to my dorm. He came to a stop in front of the dorm and then let out a big sigh.
"Isaac, can we talk for a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"How did you know you were gay?"
Man, that one came at me out of the blue! "I guess I've pretty much always known that guys were more attractive to me than girls, but I probably really figured it out in sixth or seventh grade when all the other guys started getting interested in girls, and I was still more interested in the guys. Why?"
"I think I might be gay, and I think I'm in love with you."
Oh man! I took a deep breath before replying. "Do you think you might be gay, or do you really know that you're gay?"
"I'm pretty sure I'm gay."
"Do your parents know?"
"Yes, we talked about it last week. They told me they've thought for a couple of years that I might be gay. They're okay with it."
"Have you ever..."
"No. I've never been with another guy. I was hoping you would be my first."
"Ahmed, buddy, I love you like a brother. Do you know what I'm saying?"
He looked out the window. "That you don't really love me."
"That's not what I'm saying. I do love you, fella, but it's not a romantic love. You're a great friend, and I always like being with you, but I just don't have sexual feelings toward you."
"Can we still be friends?"
"I'd be really hurt if we couldn't. I hope you'll think of me as a sort of older brother. You know you can always talk things over with me."
"Thanks, Isaac. You're the best friend I've ever had."
"I like being your friend, but you have to know that's all we can be. There's another guy that I really like right now. I'm going to try to get together with him after exams are over and see if we can get anything started. Can you handle that?"
He smiled weakly. "I don't really have a choice, do I?"
I shook my head.
"Okay. I'll figure out a way to deal with it. Right now, I need to go home and think a little. See you at the exam tomorrow."
"See you." I got out of the car and watched him drive off into the night.
I saw Ahmed a couple of times during exams. We met for coffee once after the biology exam, and his parents had me over to their house for dinner when our exams were over. Fortunately, he seemed to be okay with the idea that we couldn't be anything except friends.
I didn't realize how stressful final exams in college were. I got back to my dorm room after eating dinner with the Kahn's, and I slept until two o'clock the next afternoon. All I could think about when I woke up was packing up my dirty laundry and heading back to Carterville. I had three weeks without the books!
The vacation was fantastic. Lots of rest, lots of food, and lots of good times with Coach's Cubs and Coach himself. I saw Tyrone several times over the break. Even went to a couple of his basketball games, but we never did anything sexual. Tyrone paid a lot of attention to Jorge Menendez, the newest of Coach's Cubs. I'd seen Tyrone giving him a blowjob over Thanksgiving, and it looked like they were still an "item." However, I knew Tyrone wouldn't be any more faithful to Jorge than he had been to me. He was going through a slut period; I had been a slut before. I didn't want to go back there.
I'd hoped to see Bart Harris over the break, but he and Brandon didn't come for Christmas as planned. Both of them had to work at Cantana's Restaurant the whole vacation, and they weren't able to get away to come to Carterville. Josh left right after Christmas dinner to go back to Adams to be with Brandon and missed out on all the skiing we did between Christmas and New Years. That's love for you.
Actually, while I was happy for Josh I was a little envious of him, also. And not just Josh...I was also envious of Parker and Karl, and TJ and Donnie, and Jonathan and Wes. Trey was envious, too. He and I talked about it one time up on the ski slopes. We thought it would be the best thing since sliced bread to have a hot guy that we really loved. Until then we would just have to be content with dreams and our right hands.
We ran into some of the other guys from Adams State while at the ski slopes. Trey talked to C.Z. Johnstone and Andy Hatcher, and I ran into Brian Barnes, who lived upstairs from Trey, and his older brother Justin. They and several other friends were staying at Andy's cabin outside of Carterville over New Years. They said it was the fifth year they'd all gotten together for a skiing vacation.
The Christmas vacation went quickly, and the second semester started. Ahmed and I had arranged our schedules so we had the second biology class and lab together. I knew that between Ahmed who was just plain smart and Trey, TJ, and Josh who were all bio majors I'd be able to survive my second semester of college-level science.
The semester had only been underway for a week when we had a Monday with no classes for the Martin Luther King Holiday. TJ went back to Carterville for the weekend to be with Donnie, but the rest of guys were staying in town. In fact, Trey had a small party at his place. It was going to be me and my suite mates from the dorm, Jonathan and Wes, the guys from the upstairs apartment that included the guy Trey had a huge but silent crush on, Josh, and then Brandon and Bart who were both working at the restaurant but would be coming over to the party after closing. Trey had asked me to invite Ahmed over for the party, but his parents didn't want him to come to a place where there would be underage drinking going on.
I hoped I'd get a chance to talk with Bart some at the party.
The party was pretty tame by normal college standards. None of us were big drinkers. Two or three beers was pretty much our limit. Brian Barnes and Stephen Nguyen, two of the guys from the upstairs apartment, had a rep on campus for smoking weed, but I'd never seen either one of them doing it. Maybe they were past that stage in their lives.
Trey, Josh, and I spent most of Saturday getting the apartment ready for the party. Trey made a big pot of chili, and we must have bought out the entire supply of chips and dip at the local Winn-Dixie.
The party was great. The weather was awful. It started snowing in the late afternoon, and it promised to be a big storm. That turned out to my benefit. The restaurant closed early so Brandon and Bart showed up a lot earlier than planned.
I don't remember much else at the party after Bart showed up. I kind of latched on to him, and we spent the rest of the evening talking. He told me about getting registered for his new high school. They'd put him in junior-level classes because of his age despite his and Brandon's protestations that he'd skipped forward a grade in elementary school. When the records from his old school arrived a week later they saw that he and Brandon had been telling the truth, and they switched him out of the junior-level classes into senior classes. Bart said that had actually been a good thing because he met more people than he would have otherwise. Not that he had a lot of time for hanging around with new friends. He was working almost every night as a dishwasher and prep cook at Cantana's Restaurant where Brandon was a waiter. He told me that he missed his friends from Utah, but he was extremely happy to be away from his parents and living with Brandon and Josh, who had all but moved in with Brandon a that point. We talked about his classes at the high school and about my classes at the university.
The party broke up about two in the morning. My roommate, Robbie Hendricks, was a little more than tipsy so Eric Barger and Derek Garner, our suite mates, got on either side of him to help walk him back to the dorm through the snow. The rest of us all pitched in to clean up the place before leaving. I thought that was nice. I'm sure Trey thought so too.
When Brandon and Josh were getting ready to go back to the garage apartment next door they asked Bart if he wanted to come over with them.
"Uh...no thanks. If it's okay, I'd like to stay here and talk with Isaac some more. That is if it's all right with Isaac and Trey."
Trey replied, "It's fine with me. You guys won't bother me at all. Playing host really tired me out. I'm heading to bed."
Bart looked hopefully at me. He was so cute.
I smiled and answered, "It's fine with me. I'm not tired yet."
After Brandon and Josh had gone and Trey had closed the door to his room, I went out to the kitchen and got Bart and me another beer.
As I handed it to him, he said, "Thanks. I'm not sure I need another one, but I'll probably drink it anyway. I never had alcohol until I came to North Carolina."
"You mean you never drank with your high school buddies?"
"I mean I never had a drop of alcohol until I came out here. The Mormon Church discourages the use of alcohol and caffeine. Now I find that I kind of like the taste of beer, and I'm not sure I could start the day without at least two cups of coffee."
"We've been bad influences on you, have we?"
"You guys have been very good influences on me. I feel like I can breathe for the first time in years. I'm not worried about hiding in a closet."
"I'm glad." We were sitting close to one another on the couch. I put my hand up along the back of the coach. It was within an inch or two of the back of his neck.
He turned toward me and leaned back on the couch. His shoulder touched my hand. I didn't move, and neither did he.
"We've talked a lot about me tonight. What about you? At Thanksgiving TJ and Nacio told me that your parents died in a fire. I've asked Josh about it a couple of times, but he just tells me that I need to talk to you. What happened?"
I took a deep breath. Bart had been through a lot with his parents, but he still had an air of innocence about him. I was afraid that my story might prove too much for him...that he wouldn't want to be around me any more. At the same time, I knew I had to be honest with him.
"My parents were into drugs. Meth. They cooked it up in our trailer and my pa used to take it and sell it to truckers at one of the truck stops along the Interstate. When I was eleven, the old man figured out I was gay. He beat me up pretty badly, but then he realized that there was money to be made using his queer son. He started taking me down to the truck stop with him. I was the one who delivered the drugs to the truckers, and I also provided some services if that's what the trucker wanted. It was ten dollars for a quick blowjob, twenty-five to fuck me, and thirty-five to do it without a condom. My dad took all the money, and he'd kick the shit out of me if he thought I wasn't making enough."
I saw the shocked expression on Bart's face. I was too far into the story to stop, but I couldn't look at him. I looked down at my lap while I continued.
"I didn't know it then, but Coach and Trey had seen me moving from rig to rig one night at the truck stop. They had an idea what was going on. One night, the old man beat me worse than before, and I sort of passed out in the middle of Coach's class the next day. Coach rode to the hospital with me in the ambulance. When the doctor got a look at my bruises, she knew that I'd been beaten up. She and Coach got me to tell them that it was my dad who'd done it. When the sheriff's deputies went out to our trailer to arrest my dad, he kind of flipped out and started firing shots at them. Something happened in the gunplay, and basically the trailer exploded and caught fire. Meth labs are really flammable. The trailer went up quickly, and my mom and dad were killed in the fire. Coach took me home with him the next day. That's my story. Coach later legally adopted me as his son, but I still call him Coach. I've always thought that Coach and the rest of the guys saved my life."
Neither of us moved. I finally looked up. Bart was looking at me with tears in his eyes. I couldn't stand it any longer.
"Say something, Bart."
He reached out and took my hand. "I didn't know. I'm sorry I caused you to relive that. I had no right to ask you to do that."
"No, it's okay. I like you a lot, and I needed to tell you at some point, but I wanted to wait until you knew me a little better. I'm not a whore, Bart."
"I know you're not. You did what you had to do...what you were forced to do. I thought Brandon and I'd had a rough go of it with our parents, but our problems were nothing compared to yours. You survived, and I'm glad."
"Yes. You said that you liked me. Well, I like you too."
He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was just a quick kiss. There wasn't any tongue or anything like that, but that had to rank as the best kiss of my whole life.
"I really like you, Bart. You're smart, and handsome, and sexy as hell."
He kissed me again. This one lasted a little longer.
"Uh, I don't know where this is going...I mean we don't have to do anything...I'm not going to rush you." I stopped babbling, and took another breath. "Okay, with my history, you have to be wondering about HIV and stuff like that. I was tested six ways to Sunday after I went to live with Coach. I still get an HIV test every six months. I'm completely negative."
He smiled. "I don't know where this is going either, but that's good information to have...for the future...for when we know each other a little better. Right now it's late, and I'd better be getting back over to my place."
"It's really nasty outside. Why don't you stay here? I mean we could just sort of hold each other here on the couch."
Trey found us the next morning still fully clothed and curled up against one another on the couch.
When I stumbled out of my bedroom the morning after the party, I found Isaac and Bart snuggled up together on the couch. They looked so cute I hated to wake them up, but I was desperate for a cup of coffee. I tried to be quiet in the kitchen, but you know how it goes when you want to be quiet. I dropped the can of coffee on the floor, and it rolled noisily across the linoleum. Fortunately the lid stayed on the darn thing. Of course the noise woke Isaac. He moved groggily into the kitchen.
"Mornin', Isaac. Did you guys have a good time last night?"
The smile on his face said it all. "I like Bart."
"I can tell."
"He's really sweet. We talked about a lot of things last night. I told him about me."
"You mean about the truck stop and everything?"
"Yeah. He was really nice about it. He says that he likes me too. I've got to be sure to let him move at his own pace, but I think I might have me a boyfriend."
I gave him a hug. I was happy for him, but there was a little tinge of sadness. If Isaac and Bart became boyfriends, I'd be the only one left by myself.
Over the next two days, Bart and Isaac spent nearly every waking moment together except when Bart was working. Bart seemed pretty happy, and Isaac was walking on air.
They had to cool it a little the next week because they had classes during the day and then Bart worked each night at the restaurant. I know Isaac spent at least one night in Bart's apartment during the week because on Thursday morning I saw him leaving the apartment. He stopped in our place to say hello before heading back to campus for his class.
Donnie came to stay with TJ the next weekend. Normally he brought Grant and Micah with him when he visited, but this time they stayed back in Carterville because we were all invited to dinner at Doc and Matt's place on Saturday night.
We didn't have Doc for any class that semester, but we saw him almost every day in the Biology Department. He had stayed in close touch with Josh, TJ, and me following the murder of Josh's mother. TJ and I rarely saw Matt, but since Matt was one of the football coaches Josh saw him often over at the field house during weight training. I was looking forward to it. I think one of the main reasons for the dinner was so that Doc and Matt could check out Brandon. Brandon thought the same thing because he told me he was a little nervous about the dinner. As he put it, "I feel like I going to meet my future in-laws for the first time."
Unlike the previous weekend, the weather was amazingly mild for late January. The snow had melted during the week, and the night air had an almost spring time feel to it. It was warm enough that Doc grilled steaks out on the deck, and after dinner we all got naked and soaked in the hot tub.
I had to laugh at the expressions on Doc and Matt's faces when they saw ole Brandon naked for the first time. We all took our clothes off in the house before heading out to the hot tub. Brandon and Josh were piling their clothes over on one side of the room so their backs were toward the rest of us. Doc and Matt took a quick glance at the scars on Brandon's back. They didn't seem surprised by them so I assumed that Josh had warned them. Apparently he hadn't mentioned that Brandon is hung like a darn horse. When Brandon turned around both Doc and Matt went slack-jawed.
Josh started laughing his ass off. He playfully tugged on Brandon's prodigious penis and winked at Doc and Matt.
"Eat your hearts out guys, this man is taken from now until the end of time." He gave a blushing Brandon a quick peck on the cheek. "I would love this man, even if his dick was only an inch long. I got the best guy in the whole world, and this"...he gave Brandon's penis another tug..."is just the icing on the cake."
Brandon grabbed Josh in a headlock and rubbed his knuckles against the short hair on the top of Josh's head. Josh squirmed away. Laughing he dashed out to the deck and swung his legs over the edge of the hot tub.
We had a great time talking, laughing, and splashing around in the hot tub. Brandon passed the "in-law" inspection with flying colors.
It was well after midnight when we piled into my old Volvo wagon for the ride back to town. I'd stopped drinking right after dinner, and Josh had stopped drinking soon after that. Brandon had continued to drink beer but wasn't showing any effects of the alcohol. On the other hand, Donnie and TJ were pretty buzzed, and they were being very affectionate with one another in the back seat. I figured they would either pass out immediately after getting in bed or I would be listening to a very long and noisy lovemaking session through the wall between the bedrooms. I'd heard them making love before through that wall. TJ's moans and sometimes outright screams when he came were hard to ignore. He'd told me once that Donnie could last an amazing amount of time. The noise coming through the wall was testimony to that.
When I pulled my car into the parking place in front of the apartment, I saw Isaac's Nissan truck parked over at Brandon's apartment.
Brandon saw it too. He nudged my shoulder and said, "It looks like Josh and I might be getting another roommate. Maybe we need to think about a bigger apartment."
I was falling in love with Isaac South.
After the party at Trey's place over the Martin Luther King weekend when we talked most of the night, things really began to move quickly. Isaac was a lot more experienced than I was. Of course, that wouldn't be difficult. My only "experience" had been a quick blowjob in the shower from Tyrone Jackson. Isaac told me that I would set the pace for our relationship. He didn't want to pressure me into anything I wasn't ready for. That was sweet of him, but the more time we spent together the more I was sure I was falling in love. It wasn't so much that I wanted to have sex with him...I just wanted to be with him. He was funny, kind, considerate, sensitive, smart, and darn good-looking. I felt lucky to have him as a friend, and I wanted him as a lover.
I didn't have to work the day after Trey's party so Isaac and I spent the whole day together. We had our clothes on the entire time, but we did a lot of touching and kissing. Boy, could he kiss! Late in the afternoon we were sitting on the couch in my apartment and kissing when suddenly I shot a load in my jeans. He hadn't even touched me there, and I creamed my pants! I quickly got up, excused myself, and headed into the bathroom to clean up.
Isaac knew what had happened. He gave me one of his sexy smiles, but he didn't say anything about it. That's what I mean about him being sensitive and considerate. I was really embarrassed about coming in my pants. He could have used the occasion to crack one of the one-line jokes he was so good at, but he didn't.
Brandon had to work that night. Isaac and I ate dinner with Trey and Josh over at their apartment. After dinner we helped Josh move a few more of his things into Brandon's bedroom at our apartment, then Isaac and I walked over to his dorm. I'd met his roommate and suite mates at Trey's party so he didn't have to introduce me. We spent a couple of hours talking with them before packing some of his books and a change of clothes into a backpack and heading back to my place.
Back at the apartment, Josh worked on a lab report for his chemistry class; Isaac read in a book that was going to be discussed in his literature class; and I whipped through my homework assignments for the next week. When Brandon got home from the restaurant we all talked for a little bit before Brandon and Josh disappeared into their bedroom.
That left Isaac and me alone in the living room.
"Are you done with your studying?" I asked.
"I'm not finished with the book, but I think I'm done for the night. I'm kinda tired. For some reason, I didn't get much sleep last night."
"Neither did I. I guess I'm ready for bed."
"Should I sleep out here on the couch?"
"No. I want you to sleep with me in my bed."
He got a big grin on his face.
After taking turns using the bathroom and brushing our teeth we started getting undressed for bed. We both got down to our boxers and looked at each other.
"How do you sleep?" he asked.
"At home I always wore pajamas, but since coming here I've been sleeping in my underwear. What about you?"
"I like to sleep in the nude, but I can keep my shorts on if you want."
"I'm afraid I might mess up another pair of boxers if I wear them to bed with you."
He laughed. "There's one way to solve that problem."
I took a deep breath and slipped my boxers down and kicked them off my feet. Isaac smiled and dropped his on the floor before sliding under the covers.
My dick was fully hard before we met in the middle of the bed. Feeling his naked body against mine and his erect prick pressed against my stomach almost made me come again.
I don't know how I did it, but I got things under control. We started kissing and touching. I reached down and took hold of another man's hard dick for the first time. It felt like mine, only not as long and thick. He moaned. When he touched me it was like small electric shocks all the way up my body.
He rolled me over on my back and lay down on top of me. He began kissing his way down from my face to my neck to my chest and then to my stomach. I stopped him before he got to my crotch. I rolled him over and began moving my mouth down his body like he had mine. When I got to his hard pole, I timidly tested it with my tongue. I tasted the slightly salty precum oozing from his urethral opening. I put my mouth over his hard on and tried to swallow it.
"Take it slow. It takes some practice before you can go down all the way."
Encouraged, I started down on him again. This time I was careful not to go down too far, but I didn't guard my teeth.
He jumped. "Watch the teeth!"
"It's wonderful, Bart. You're doing great. Just take it slow."
I was giving my first ever blowjob!
I was just starting to get into the rhythm when he moved around on the bed so he could take my dick in his mouth. I didn't know which felt better, having Isaac sucking on my dick or having me sucking on Isaac's dick. The sensations were more than I had ever imagined in all my solitary masturbatory fantasies.
His balls seemed to pull up toward his body, and his dick started to swell.
"I'm gonna cum!"
I thought about pulling off his dick, but then moved my mouth down as far as I could on his pole. His body tensed, and I felt his dick spasm flooding my mouth with his seed. I swallowed as much as I could, but I know some of his cum leaked out the corners of my mouth.
His body relaxed from the orgasm, and he returned to sucking my dick. It didn't take me long before I was shooting down his throat. The blowjob I'd gotten from Tyrone had been good, but this had been fantastic. A part of Isaac was inside me, and a part of me was inside him. Somehow that made me feel even more connected to him.
Isaac grabbed his boxers from the floor and used them to wipe the saliva and cum from our pubes and softening cocks. Then he snuggled down next to me with his head in the crook of my arm and his right hand gently moving in small circles on my chest.
That's how I went to sleep that night.
We spent most of the Monday holiday together, but both Brandon and I had to work that night so Isaac went back to the dorm. However, he came back over and spent Tuesday and Thursday nights with me after Brandon and I got home from work.
On Saturday Brandon and Josh were going to a dinner out at the home of an assistant football coach and a biology professor. They were a gay couple who had really helped Josh when his mother was killed. I worked at the restaurant that night, and Isaac picked me up when my shift was over. We went back to the apartment, ate a snack, shared a shower, and then went to bed.
We kissed and petted for a while before I moved down to take Isaac's throbbing dick into my mouth. I was getting a lot better at giving blowjobs. I had figured out how to use my tongue to give him even more pleasure as I pistoned up and down on his pole. I could tell he was getting close so I pulled off his dick and started licking his scrotum. He moved his legs apart to give me better access to his ball sac. I lifted his balls up with one hand and started nibbling at the skin underneath. It drove him crazy. I moved farther down away from his nuts toward his hole. He smelled clean and fresh with just a hint of the sexy odor I'd come to associate with him. I'd read about rimming on the Internet and had thought it was kind of gross. However, right then, I knew what I wanted, and it didn't seem gross at all. I ran my tongue across his hole.
His response was immediate. He grabbed his knees and drew them up toward his shoulders. His hole was now completely exposed inviting me to continue. I took the invitation. Soon I was moving my tongue in and out of his asshole. His moans grew louder.
"Bart, I want you inside me. Do you have a condom?"
"I think there's some in Brandon and Josh's room."
"Go get `em!"
I set a land speed record from our bed to the table beside Brandon and Josh's bed where I figured they would keep the condoms. I grabbed a couple of condoms and a tube of lubricant and was back in bed with Isaac in less than thirty seconds.
Isaac smeared some of the lubricant on his hole then rolled a condom down over my dick.
"I've never done this before."
"I have, but it's been a while, and you're the biggest I've ever tried to take. Just go in slowly, and I'll be okay."
I knelt between his spread legs and pressed against his entrance. I didn't think it would go in at first, but then his hole seemed to open and my shaft sank into his body. He hissed, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
"Does it hurt? I can stop."
"No! Don't stop, it feels incredible."
That's the way it felt to me too! I could feel the heat of his body as the walls of his rectum pressed against my cock.
"What do I do now."
"Just move in and out. I think you'll know what to do."
I drew back and slowly moved in until my weapon was buried as far into his body as I could go. He was right. After that first stroke, I knew just what to do. The feeling was phenomenal. Unfortunately, I didn't last too long. I pushed into him one last time and had an orgasm so intense that I was sure it would blow out the end of the condom.
I rolled over on my back. Isaac snuggled up next to me.
"You didn't cum."
"That's all right," he replied.
"But I want you to come. I want you to make love to me just like I did to you."
He propped himself up on one elbow. "Are you sure?"
I nodded. "I want to feel you inside me."
He didn't say anything right then. He took the used condom off my dick and started gently using his finger to play with my asshole. It felt amazingly good. I opened my legs. He moved down between them and began rimming me. Wow, was that ever intense! Despite the fact that I'd just had an orgasm, my dick rose to full staff again as he began pushing his tongue into my hole. I felt a lubricated finger follow his tongue. Suddenly his finger hit a spot inside me, and I thought I would jump out of the bed. I thought what it would feel like to have his dick moving over that spot, and I was ready for it.
He lay down on his back and had me straddle him so I could control the penetration of his dick in my butt. It hurt at first, but then I pushed down like I was trying to take a dump, and my body relaxed. I began lowering myself down on his pole. Finally my ass was flat against his pubic hairs. It didn't hurt. I just felt full.
Then he started to move. Wow! His dick moved against my prostate with each movement. Holy Cow!
He rolled us over so that he was on top and began to thrust. His movements were slow at first but then they began to pick up speed and intensity. I was lost in the feelings. I came again. Jizz flowed from my dick with every in stroke. I think I yelled. I know I thrashed around on the bed and tore at the sheets. Isaac gave one final thrust. His body tensed, and I could feel his dick pulsing inside me.
"I think I love you."
"I know I love you."
(To be continued)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Many of the characters who play parts in this story were previously introduced in either "When Love Comes" (last posted in the College section on Sept. 6, 2001) or "Love of a Lifetime" (last posted in the College section on May 19, 2003). While not necessary, readers may find it useful to read the two earlier stories posted on this site. Both previous stories are also posted at www.crvboy.com.
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