Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2007 15:09:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE .....The Roommate   2       by Donny Mumford

Don't ya love The killer's CD?  The one with the song
"Can You Read My Mind"?  That's what I was listening
to on my ipod while I checked my email.  Joey, my
roommate,  was being well taken care of by his gymnast
teammates so I was enjoying some free-time.  First, my
parents email.  No surprises there......they got home
OK and they hoped things were going well for me here.
I emailed back to say...."Things ARE going great for
me.....so far, thanks!"

Next was Alexander's email which, unfortunately,
continued to reflect the same "tone" of his recent
ones.  Friendly, but not like "I can't wait to see
you, Oliver".  Not like that.  It appears that
Alexander is some-what less excited about seeing me
then I am about seeing him.  It's not like he says he
doesn't want to see me....  he actually says just the
opposite, but it doesn't seem like he's REALLY excited
about it.  He makes it all sound like we're arranging
an appointment for a job interview or something.  Very
business-like.  He doesn't have a "free" weekend in
September, but "October is looking OK".   Like
that....

Hopefully he can fit me in some time in October.
Maybe I need to re-think my feelings for Alexander.
Right now my feelings about him are like this......I
really, really want to see him.  I can't help thinking
about all the hugging and kissing that him and me did
together.  His body feels good and smells good
too....and I love how he taste.  All that hugging and
kissing started right after he sucked me off that
first time.  And that was right after he'd given me
that hot haircut.   I haven't had a haircut since
then.  For me haircuts are a low priority item
normally, but Alexander makes getting a haircut more
like  an event.  It's hot....he's hot.

I want to lay on his bare back and fuck him for at
least an hour and then we'll hug and cuddle some and
then later I'll do him 'doggy style' and then we can
hug and kiss some more after that.  In other
words..... re-enact what we did last summer....this
isn't rocket science for Christ sake, I want to have
sex with him.  He turns me on.  I know I don't love
him, but I sure like him a lot.  We had fun with the
sex for sure, but a lot of other kinds of fun
too.....just hanging out together was fun.

Those are the sort of things I think about when I'm
thinking about Alexander.  When Alexander is thinking
about me it might be more like...   "let's get
together and we'll see what develops".   That's not
what I was hoping for.    Like I mentioned, I need to
think hard about Alexander and I'll have the rest of
the month to do just that because I actually just
read in Alexander's email, just like I was afraid
of....  "I'm overwhelmed with stuff for the rest of
this month,  Oliver.  Let's shoot for sometime in
October".

That email put me "off".   Getting up from my desk I
switched my ipod to the Plain White Ts and one of my
all time favorite songs "Hey There Delilah".  I needed
to get away from disappointing emails for the moment
so I went to buy a coke from the dorm's vending
machine.  There were all sorts of snacks and soft
drinks available from machines down in the finished
basement of this huge, old home that long ago was
converted into this college dormitory.  The room next
to the vending machine and hang-out room is the
laundromat....convenient, but don't forget your wallet
because it's pricey down there!

By the time I got back to the room with my peanut
butter crackers and my coke I was feeling strange.
How come I always get so over-the-top attached to boys
and they don't get the same way about me?  Why is
that?   I can't pretend to myself that I'm not hurt
Cristobal could so easily blow me off and now
Alexander is acting a lot less than thrilled about me
visiting him.  Those kinds of things hurt my
feelings....a lot.  Alexander tells me his barbershop
is doing great business and he doesn't mention
anything about having a boyfriend..... so why isn't he
excited about seeing me.  He was hot for me last
summer.  Fuck! .... this is putting me in a depressed
frame of mind.

Back at my lap top I decide I'll keep my "reply" to
Alexander upbeat.  I type...."OK Alexander, whenever,
dude. Just so ya know though, I can't wait to see you
and I need a haircut bad so the sooner the better.
Just mention a date that works for you and I'll make
it work for me.   You da bomb!!  Luv ya, bro."  Hit
'send' and I sit back trying to figure out my weird
feeling.  Rejection sucks of course, but I think my
weird feeling is partially caused by that email that's
sitting there blinking at me... the one from Frankie
that I'm purposely leaving for last because I never
know what to expect from him and I'm afraid it will be
bad news of some sort.  I can't handle any more bad
news right now.  I need  good news where Frankie is
concerned because I have this unbelievably strong
feeling of "need" or "infatuation" or "something" for
him....... that "something" kind-of-feeling I have for
him I've decided to call "love".

Maybe I still don't know what love is,  but that's
what I think it is...the way I feel about Frankie.
So, I'll check Frankie's email a little later and
right now I'll see what the North twins have to say in
their two emails.  They always boost my self esteem
with their undying love and admiration for me.  That
may be over-stating it a bit LOL, but they do call me
their "other big brother"  and they never have
anything but positive things to say about me and they
always say they love me and that sort of thing which
makes me feel good.  They also claim that I'm the big
brother who pays attention to them.  Not like
Alexander who just wants to play golf with his buds
and then, every so often, give the twins haircuts and
then it's,  "run along boys".

I most certainly would never tell those two to "run
along boys".....no way.  I'd like to eat them.  Carbon
copy examples of "all-boy" boys with perfect tight
matching bodies and identical faces so cute you'll
walk into a telephone poll staring at them on the
street.  They are as "yummy" as any fifteen year old
boys I've ever seen and I've been looking at every
single boy that passed my way for the last ten or
twelve years now...so I know what I'm talking about.
Nathan and Noah just turned fifteen, but they look
more like thirteen and they're even more immature then
a thirteen year old.  That's because their parents
have sheltered them and babied them all their lives.
They go to exclusive private schools so they can be
together all day at school just like they're together
all the other times of their lives.  These two are
inseparable which is fairly normal for identical
twins, but the North twins definitely take it a couple
of steps further.

They have emailed me like crazy ever since we went our
separate ways last summer after Wildwood.  By the way,
I'm still marveling at that fabulous coincidence of
renting our house next door to Alexander and his
brothers... two blocks from the ocean.  Well, right
now I needed someone to pump me up and these two are
perfect for that so I opened their first email which
started-out OK,  "Hi Oliver.  We miss you something
terrible and can't wait to see you.  The earliest time
we can get away from school will be over Thanksgiving
break, but we want you to drive up to St John's Prep
to see us sooner than that!!  PLEASE!!."

Ok, it's nice to be missed.  Then, Jesus H Christ,
they hit me over the fucking head with this.   "Noah
want's me to tell you that we know you're gay, Oliver.
 We've known almost from the first day on the beach,
but we didn't care about it that much then and we
still don't care all that much about it...  lol   Why
should we, our other big brother has been gay for
ever.  Hell (we've started to learn to curse, BTW)
Hell, we hooked-up with you every chance we got last
summer, didn't we?... so that proves we don't care
about your gayness."

As I'm reading their email I'm holding my head with
both my hands thinking...what next?  The twin's email
continued with ..."Last summer Noah and I went back up
to the house to find you when you were late coming
down to the beach.  Remember,  you were later than
normal that first day after you met Alexander?  We
told you then that we almost came up to get you and
you said "Oh, don't do that."  Well, Noah just knew
you were up to something and we wanted to find out
what it was so when you were late again the next day
we went to investigate.  I didn't want to spy on you
at first, but Noah said to me...what if Oliver is in
some kind of trouble and needs our help?  So, anyway,
we snuck up and looked in your bedroom window and saw
you fucking (we say fuck a lot now)  we saw you
fucking Alexander.   We didn't have any problem with
that and so we didn't bother to bring it up to you
until now."

I couldn't believe what I was reading and I couldn't
imagine where this was leading, but I had to stop and
get away from this email....get away from all these
emails.  I went out for a walk smoking my Marlboro
lights while trying not to think about anything.
Thinking about nothing isn't possible for me though so
this is what appeared in my mind..... "My world is
tumbling down around me".  Well, it seems like it was
because every single plan I had for this college year
has gone up in smoke already.  I don't know about
Frankie yet, but my premonition is that it's not going
to be good news.  Cristobal is history and Alexander
has other things besides me on his mind.  And, the
knowledge that the twins had seen Alexander and me
fucking was also very disturbing.  My face got hot and
red from just from thinking about that.

Damn, I felt embarrassed just thinking about being
with the twins on the beach after having had sex with
their brother,  and the boys knew I'd just had sex
with their brother.....and, they had known we were
doing it every frigging day too.  Jesus! awkward
doesn't do that situation justice......it is way
beyond awkward.  I feel like such a dick.  Out-smarted
by the twins. And how about all the hugging the twins
and me did and all the ass and balls grabbing in the
ocean..... ...and all along they knew I was gay.
Damn, my face is going to burst out in flames.
Outsmarted by the twins indeed.  How can I face
them...... and I wonder if Alexander knows that the
twins know??  This sucks!

I smoked two quick cigarettes which made me feel a
little sick to my stomach so I headed back to get an
anti-acid tablet and maybe finish reading Nathan's
email.  Maybe I've read all the bad stuff and
something good develops as it goes on.  What the hell,
I got plenty of time because Joey wouldn't be ready to
leave his gymnastic practice for at least another two
hours.  And, thinking about Joey,  I thought about how
life is full of surprises.  It's ironic that I
initially thought I was having terrible luck getting
assigned to be the care giver for Joey and now, as
it's turning out, he's the best thing that's happened
to me so far at Penn.  The other things that I
expected would be awesome are turning out to be big
disappointments....and, oh yeah, what's the story with
that Randy guy that I met through  Joey?  Possibly
something hot might develop there before the semester
is over.  Oh my God is that kid cute.

Feeling a little more optimistic,  I opened the front
door of the dorm and ran right into a kid who was
coming out.  He knocked me up against the door jam as
he grunted-out, "Watch where you're going asshole!"
My automatic response is to say "I'm sorry", which I
did and this other kid gets real pissed-off and says,
"You dumb shit, look at this."  He was pointing at his
polo shirt where a new coffee stain was shining wetly.
 I guess I'd knocked his coffee on him so I say, "Oh
man, I'm really sorry.  I didn't see you coming out.
Ah...can I wash your shirt for ya...... or something?"


This kid was big,  in a squat kind of way.  Maybe an
inch shorter than me,  with an extra 80 pounds on him.
 Not some fat slob either, but rather.... hard fat,
with muscles.  A lot of real white skin showing with
big freckles on his face and freckles on his bare arms
too.  Dark red hair cut in a military flat top with
shaved sides.  Big face with pinkish eyes.  He was
breathing nosily through his nose,  making a wheezing
sound with each exhale....he never quite closed his
mouth.  I had this feeling that he was always looking
for trouble.  This was a familiar type from high
school days.  We had tough farm boys like this and
they were always bullies.  This kid might have been a
farm boy,  but if he was he was a smart farm boy
because you don't get in Penn unless you're smart.

When I offered to wash his shirt he grabbed a fist
full of the front of my T-shirt and twisted it as he
pulled me roughly over to him.  He snarled out, "Are
you trying to be a wise ass, ya skinny punk?"  I
smelled his bad breath and felt an offensive spray of
spittle.  "Na, no ,na I..that is.."  My stuttering was
the last straw for him I guess because he whacked me
across the top of my head with his fat, open hand.  I
saw stars.  "Keep out of my way girlie-boy.  I do not
like fags!"  and then he shook me which ripped my
t-shirt at the neck.  One more smack across my
forehead and he ripped my tee almost off me while
saying, "We're even now ya little cunt."  Then a push
up against the door jam again.  He walked out saying
over his shoulder, "Ya got me on a bad day kid, but
anyway now ya know....don't fuck around with me.  YOU
stay out of MY way!"

The door slammed behind him.... I had tears in my eyes
and a thumping heart.  It's...so..... fucking.....
unfair!   He didn't see me coming in any more than I
saw him coming out.  Plus, I said I was sorry even
thought we were both equally to blame, but he didn't
care.  Instead he beats me-up because... well, because
he can.  This is turning out to be a horrible,
horrible start to my college career.  And, that fat
bastard is in this dormitory too so I'm going to have
to be on the look-out for him all the time now.  Oh
God, this isn't working out.  I felt like the
girlie-boy-cunt he called me too because I hadn't put
up any kind of resistance.  At the least I could have
verbally stood up for myself.

I went in my room and lay down on my bed, but I
wouldn't let myself cry, which is what I felt like
doing.  All my energy went into not crying .....and I
didn't cry either.  A small victory, but I felt so
lonely and lost.  I wanted to go home, back to my old
room and during the day work on the loading dock with
Frankie.  For laughs Rocky could just be himself which
is funny anyway...even when he wasn't trying to be.
Frankie and me would eat each others lunch every day
and swap spit and get our wet boners bumping against
each other.  Then when Frankie was out sick or
something little Pete would suck on my fingers and
then give me a rough fuck with his huge cock in the
lavatory like we did that one week....or I would give
him a good fucking when his hole wasn't too sore.
That's what I wanted to do with my life.  What I did
instead was fall asleep.

My cell phone woke me up.  It was Joey wondering where
I was.  He sounded like he was in an echo chamber
because of the speaker phone mode he was forced to use
because of both his arms being in a plaster cast....he
was ready to go any time ..."no hurry though, Oliver.
Whenever you get here is fine.  It was so much fun
watching these gymnast just go through their
routines."  I said, "How did Randy look?"  Joey was
like, "Randy?  Oh, the kid from lunch.  I don't think
I saw him after we left you.  I'm with just the
freshman.  How you doing?"  I told him I felt a little
sick...must have been something I ate.  Turning off my
lap top I headed over to pick him up.  I left the rest
of those depressing emails for later.  It was so nice
knowing I'd be with Joey soon.  He is the best thing
at college by far.  I'll bet that boy needs another
bath before bed too.  That perked me up as I played
with myself on the way over just  thinking about
bathing Joey.  By the time I arrived at the gym I was
once again feeling a little better.

What a cute, warm smile I got from Joey when he saw
me.  It was only five minutes back to our dorm which
was a good thing because Joey had to pee badly.  I
jogged him back and almost spilled him out of the
wheelchair coming off a curb too fast.  We got to
laughing and Joey says, "Fuck, Oliver...I'm going to
pee my pants.  Don't make me laugh."  It's odd how
comfortable we are with each other already.  In our
bathroom I got Joey on the toilet and held his dick
for him as he peed.  I had to bend over to do that and
I let my forehead rest on his shoulder.  He leaned his
head against mine.  Neither of us said anything.  It
was sweet.

After his pee he asked to share a smoke with him still
sitting on the toilet.  Then he said, "Run for the
hills now Oliver.  I've been holding this fart in for
two hours and I've got to do a dump too."  He didn't
have to tell me twice.  At my desk I heard his long,
loud, motorboat fart followed by, "Ahhh, ohhh yeah" as
his doody plopped into the toilet water.  Shortly I
heard, "Get in here now and wipe my ass, Oliver".  I
did it, but his pretend way of 'ordering me to do it'
got us laughing again.  We were in silly moods and I
was happy to be in one too.... as opposed to the
gloomy mood I'd been in earlier.

Later on in the dining hall I told Joey about my
encounter with the dormitory bully.  Joey was appalled
that something like that would take place here at
Penn.  I was kind of use to it as I've mentioned
earlier.  That kind of thing wasn't all that rare at a
high school in the western part of upstate
Pennsylvania....in my experience anyway.  Half way
through dinner two guys came over to join us.  Gymnast
of course, but neither of them was Randy.  Mac
somebody and I didn't get the other kid's name at all.
 These guys were really built.  Actually they were too
muscle bound in their chest, shoulders and biceps for
my taste,  but probably would turn on plenty of other
gay guys.  Neither of these two seemed gay at all and
neither of them was particularly cute either.

To be honest they pretty much ignored me as I fed
Joey.  The three of them talked exclusively about
esoteric gymnastics stuff.  That was OK with me
because it gave me time to think some more about the
North twins.  I was trying to figure out why they
decided to tell me all that stuff about me being gay
now?  Is it to warn me that their parents know about
it too and that I may not be welcome to visit the
twins because of it.  Maybe this is why Alexander is
kind of cool towards the idea of me visiting.  I was
starting to get anxious to finish reading Nathan's
email.....still nervous about it, but curious too.

After dinner the four of us ended up at the gymnast
dormitory where we watched the Phillies lose another
baseball game.  No beer or anything ...just Gatorade.
It was OK.  Later, back at our room, I got Joey in the
tub again and did a shortened version of last night's
bath.  No boner in the tub so I didn't mention a
jerk-off.   As I was getting him out of the bath Joey
reminded me I needed to put the cream on his rash.   I
was going to do that anyway, but I was glad he was the
first one of us to bring it up.  With Joey laying in
bed on his stomach I first did the massage routine and
I could feel how relaxed and loose Joey's body was.
Just limp....or as Daddy/Glen would say..."be docile
boy".

Spreading the cream between Joey's hard buttocks.....
making sure all the red areas were covered,  and then
I pressed gently on his hole and he let my finger
slide in.  This time I pushed in all the way past both
joints and up to my index finger's knuckle.  I looked
at the side of Joey's face to see if there was any
negative reaction.  His eyes were barely closed and
slightly fluttering and he was gently biting his lower
lip.  I slowly finger fucked him with the entire
length of my finger a half dozen times and he moved
his head on the pillow the way you do when something
is feeling real good.  I pulled my finger all the way
out and he involuntarily went, "Ahhh  ohh".  Putting
more lube, er, Desitin on my finger I pushed back in
and finger fucked him until he said, "Oh, Oliver, I'm
going to cum."  He lifted his crotch up a bit and shot
a lot of spunk on the sheet.

With each spurt of cum his hole closed tightly on my
finger and both of his strong, perfectly shaped
buttocks closed on the lower part of my hand.  I
honestly don't believe I could have pulled my finger
out even if I wanted to....which I didn't.  Imagining
my boner in there instead of my finger caused the
front of my cargo shorts to bulge out and a small wet
spot quickly soaked through.  At that point I also
involuntarily went "Ahhhh ah".  Joey said, "Oh, man.
I'll never be able to repay you for taking care of me
so well, Oliver.  I'm so grateful!"

 Back into the bathroom I go so I can pull out my
t-shirt covering the wet pre cum spot on my shorts and
then I grabbed a dampened washcloth.   Over at Joey's
bed I helped turn him over, away from the cum,  and
cleaned him up.  After that, some clean boxers for him
and I helped him hop over to his desk where he sat
down and went on line.   I changed his sheets and then
went in the bathroom for my shower.  With the shower
running and me doing short fast breathing I jerked off
quickly and almost passed-out with the force of my
ejaculation.  That kid's body gets me hot.

After my shower I didn't want to ruin my good frame of
mind so I didn't go back to my emails.  Joey and me
stayed awake and had a long bull shit session telling
each other about our lives.  I told him about the
death of my best friend, Tyler,  and we commiserated
about our loss of best friends.  He told me, just as
I'd suspected after meeting his mother,  that he was
adopted, but he was adopted when he was one day old so
he's spent his entire life in the Gallo family.  No
brothers or sisters.  His father traveled all the time
for his job...he's a business consultant.  A great guy
when he's home, but that's not often.  On and on....we
took turns telling each other stuff.  Joey never
mentioned a girl friend, dating or anything at all
about his sexuality.  Neither did I.

We got to sleep about 4am and slept-in the next day
till almost 2pm.  We had missed the last orientation
meeting and we didn't care.  I helped Joey with his
bathroom stuff and then situated him on his stomach
again for the diaper rash cream, which is what it
actually was.  The rash was almost gone but neither
Joey nor I mentioned that.  I sprung a hard-on just
thinking about finger fucking him again and for his
part Joey was kind of impatiently squirming on the bed
as I got the cream on my finger and spread it slowly
up and down his ass crack again.  Then, using my
longer middle finger this time, I didn't even try to
pretend I was applying creme...I pushed my slippery
finger all the way up his hole and fingered it with
curving, long strokes over and over until Joey
squeaked out...."Would you please help me turn over
and then take care of my snake again, Oliver?"

As I turned him over I couldn't tell who was breathing
harder, Joey or me.  His boner looked very long as it
stood straight up from his dark pube patch and it was
kind of vibrating.  I took hold of it with my fist and
stroked it with the longest strokes I could do....from
deep in his pubes to the tip of his fat cock head.
I'd never felt a harder boner and it was exciting to
see that swollen head of his cock again.  I've never
seen anyone's pee slit open so wide.  Joey's had to
open very wide because of the copious amounts of
precum that drooled out and ran down the long shaft of
his pretty tan boner.

Pulling the uncut skin off the head of his cock when I
stroked down and pushing it back up to cover the wet
dark red cock head when I stroked up.  It was
mesmerizing, but after only three minutes or so Joey
groaned out a long "Ooooooooo", arched his back and
the first creamy cum spurted out of his pee slit
followed immediately by a long, hard, fast string of
cum that shot out about three feet and then gravity
pulled it down causing it to form a straight line of
cum from his thigh to his ankle.  Again Joey goes,
"Ahhhhhhhh  oh oh oh" as he shot a shorter version of
the long cum blast and then a little spurt followed by
more drooling cum to run down and pool on his big
oval, hairless nuts.

My mouth was open and I was licking around my lips.  I
really wanted to taste that creamy, white spunk, but
of course I couldn't right then.  Joey blew out about
a half dozen burst of air and with his face red he
said, "Fuck, Oliver.  Damn, how do you do that?  I
never cum this hard jerking myself off.  Oh my God
that felt good.  Thank you so much, man.  I feel so
close to you, Oliver.  Like we've known each other all
our lives.  You're the best, dude...you really are."

I smiled weakly and in a strangled voice said, "Be
right back" as I turned and walked quickly into the
bathroom licking some of his cum off my fingers as
soon as I closed the door.    It made me moan and
grunt, my cock painfully hard. I barely got the
bathroom door closed before I had my pants down and my
cock out stroking it in a fury.  Just thinking about
my cock in Joey's hole has been a huge turn-on for me
so while jerking myself off I stuck the same slippery
finger that had been up Joey's hole up my own hole and
immediately shot a stream of cum up onto the medicine
cabinet mirror.  My balls ached with the effort.  I
was breathing hard with my heart pounding in my chest
like a bass drum.   What is it with Joey and me?  The
after effects had me half doubled over, but the
sensations shooting out from my groin all over my body
felt fantastic and I grunted out a laugh looking at
myself in the cum-stained mirror.....me bent over with
a red face and my finger up my own ass.

Holy shit, this is wicked hot.  Sitting on the edge of
the bathtub, coming down from that high,  I all of a
sudden felt self-conscious.  Joey obviously knows that
I just jerked myself off so now what do I do?  Picking
up another damp washcloth I went out to face the
music.  Joey was grinning from ear to ear when he
said, "How was it?"  I said, "I'm sure I don't know
what the fuck you're talking about."  We both smiled
and I cleaned up the cum that Joey had shot all over
himself.  "I never knew college was going to be this
much fun.  Did you Oliver?"  I said, "Sup?" and we
both laughed, but that was the last we mentioned
anything about the masturbation morning.

Classes started tomorrow and we were careful to double
check that we had the books we needed and that we knew
when and where we had to be and how to get there.  We
were ready.  Having the same schedule was a big help
and it was kinda fun too, plus I could just tell Joey
liked that we'd be in all the same courses as much as
I did.  We bonded real good.  The best roommates in
the entire long history of the University, without a
doubt.  We'd slept through most of this day so after a
quick lunch I had to hustle to get Joey to his
gymnastic practice on time.  Then I went back to the
room to finish Nathan's email and maybe peek at
Frankie's.

Scanning down Nathan's email to the spot I'd left off
at..... he'd just explained how he and Noah had spied
on me and Alexander and caught us in the act of
fucking.   The email read, "Noah and I weren't all
that curious at the time, we'd just begun to think
about sex back then.  Remember our ball grabbing in
the water, Oliver?  Fun, huh?Noah had suggested to me
that we start doing it with you so we could begin
learning about stuff like sex. We felt a lot of your
boners too....bet you didn't know that!  Ah Ha!
Gotcha!!   Lately now we've really begun  getting into
the whole sex topic thing and we're wondering what the
horse shit it's all about.  We want to try it."

The twins email was maybe the most unexpected thing
that's ever happened to me.....and considering my
experience with Daddy and Cristian, that's saying
something.  Believe it or not I was almost afraid to
read on, but read on I did.   " Of course we went
right to our brother for help, but he said flat-out
that he would not help us with it.  We're fuckin
pissed and bull-shit  about that.  Noah and me are
late bloomers sex-wise,  but we got the full package
now and Noah says we need to learn how to damn fucking
use it properly... metaphorically speaking.  We've
decided to start with gay sex and after we learn all
about that we'll move on to straight sex with a female
partner.  Who the female is going to be has yet to be
determined."

What the hell, I thought, this is more and more
unbelievable with each paragraph I read.....I had to
look away from my lap top.  Oh my God, can I believe
what I'm reading?  The twins want lessons on how to do
gay sex?  And I had to wonder what's with all the
screwed-up cursing too....... and the matter-of-fact
way Nathan is describing all this is weird too.  Then
I remembered Nathan saying he and Noah are just now
getting into  cursing.  I had to smile.   The email
reads on... "Noah feels it's easiest to find out about
gay sex first since you and Alexander are gay and
because Noah and I can practice on each other.  BUT,
our damn fucking golf-pro barber brother won't even
consider it.  He's afraid mother will find out and
kill him,  which she probably would... lol."

"So, that leaves our other gay big brother ...you,
Oliver.  You have to give us lessons and instructions
on all the different ways to have gay sex.  We've seen
gay sex on the porn sites of course so, once we know
what we're doing,  Noah and me will go at it on each
other for one entire semester.  Than we move on to
learning all about hetero sex which needs the female,
of course.   Noah says surely one of the hot young
female teachers here will be interested.  What do you
think?"

I think I can't fucking believe what my eyes are
reading....that's what I think.  Plus,  I think I need
to jerk-off again.  Nathan typed..."please see second
email..."   What the fuck?  I fumbled with the keys on
my lap top trying to bring up the other email at the
speed of light...and there it is.  Nathan continued in
his methodical manner, "We never mentioned to
Alexander that we know you're gay and that we know you
had sex with him so he knows nothing about that.  He
thinks that by turning down our request for "gay sex
lessons" that will put an end to it.  Ah ha!  wrong
again Alexander.  We have another gay brother up our
sleeve....So Oliver, who Noah and I love, please be
our gay sex teacher!!!!!!!!!!!"

signed.... love, Noah and Nathan.


Then the boys typed a list of probable lessons..

"(1)  kissing and use of the tongue like we see in
some gay porn pics on various sites

(2) hand fondling of the other boy's body and penis
and scrotum and rear-end  while kissing (is that body
licking of boy's tits we see in some pics?)

(3) eight or ten different ways to masturbate

(4) lots of ways to masturbate another guy or doing it
together

(5)  ways to suck guys off (Noah says there must be a
dozen different ways, but we're not sure)

(6) rimming...  (once again we're not positive what
this is....it couldn't possibly be licking another
guy's ass hole, could it?  That's the best guess we
can come up with)

(7) the big one...fucking and all the positions that
it can be done in.  We'll want to try them all, but we
both liked the idea of starting with the first one we
saw you using to fuck our brother...him on his stomach
and you on his back....that one.

First you teach us about all this stuff,  items #1
thru #7....then you do each thing to each of us a
couple of times till we learn it...then Noah and me
will try to do them to you and to each other.  How
does this sound to you Oliver?"

I was in the bathroom jerking off again so I couldn't
immediately reply.
Oh my God!  Teaching the twins gay sex.  I had cum all
over my cargo shorts before I was done wacking off,
but then reality set in.  Sure it's fun to think about
showing Noah how to blow me.  Ha ha ha, actually I
think it would be more fun to demonstrate oral sex on
his special little pecker with my nose buried in his
sparse pubes.  The rimming lessons should be fun too.
I'll rim Nathan until he shoots off his baby-boy spunk
all over Noah.  But, in reality I can't really do any
of that.  They're naive fifteen year old boys who are
about as mature as eleven year olds.  I won't take
advantage of them.

After I cleaned myself up and put on clean shorts I
went out for a walk around the campus to think about
how to answer the twin's email.  I smoked my last
cigarette thinking that this wasn't as simple a
problem as I first thought it was.  It's very cute of
course, but what if I say no and they go to some
pedophile on line for their instructions?  What then?
Damn, I'm in the middle, but I can't do anything, even
answering the boy's email,  without consulting with
Alexander first.

I tried to think about the situation from everyone's
point of view but I always came back to Alexander.
He's their real brother and I'd be totally
irresponsible if I didn't include him in on this
development.  Alexander already told them "NO" so he
may want me to say the same thing and if he does, I
will.  Except there's that chance the boys won't
give-up and will get hooked-up with the wrong person.
Oh fuck!!!  I got to talk with Alexander and that's
all there is to it.

Alexander is like me, we don't do much talking on the
phone.  Cell phones are for convenience and
emergencies as far as we're concerned, but since this
is an emergency I'm allowed to call him.  His shop
closes at 6pm so I'll call a little after six tonight.
 Maybe I'll be able to detect something from Alexander
voice to give me a clue about him and me too.  First
and foremost the twins, I know we have to resolve
that....but what about me and Alexander?  I wish he
didn't get me so hot, but other than to Pete,
Alexander is the only boy I've ever fucked and I liked
it a lot.

Then, walking back to the dorm, I let myself fantasize
that Alexander would want me to do this sex thing with
the twins and I started getting another boner.  Those
boys are so choice, so hot, so yummy....hell, I'd
probably spontaneously climax if I even saw their
duplicate naked bodies standing in front of me with
their identical belly buttons and below that their
light blond pubes and then below that their perfect
cocks and balls swinging there between their perfect
hairless skinny legs.  I suppose, to do the proper
job,  I'd have to begin by closely examining and
feeling every inch of their bodies with special
attention, of course,  to the private parts..... front
and rear.   I'd probably have to examine their bumpers
for quite a long time.....using my tongue through part
of the exam too.  Oh my God, I needed to sit down,
which I did on a conveniently placed bench.

After a bit I settled down and let the real world back
in my brain.  I had to get Joey at the gym before 5:30
and I easily did that.... so,  at a little after six
o'clock I had him settled at his computer again and I
was outside nervously making a cell phone call to
Alexander's barber shop.  Nervous for a couple of
reasons. One, I didn't know what kind of reception I'd
be getting and, two,  just bringing up this matter of
the twins may make me look like the pervert I wanted
the twins to avoid.  There was no alternative though,
talking to Alexander was absolutely necessary.

He answered on the second ring by automatically giving
the shop's name and saying that he was sorry, but they
were closed.  I said, "But, but this is a fucking
emergency.  Don't ya understand fool, I must have a
haircut tonight."  Alexander was chuckling when he
said, "I just looked down at my caller ID Oliver,
how's my favorite white bread.  I hope you're skinny
ass is close by for a surprise visit because I miss
you and I want to taste that cock of your's sooooo
bad.  I want to lick your hole and have you fuck me
till I squeal like a banshee.  Where are you, bro?"

Well, that sounded OK.  He was excited that I might be
in the area and I could hear sincere disappointment
when he found out I was still an hour and a half away,
at Penn.  We small talked over top of each other for a
minute and then I asked about us getting together.
The problem for Alexander had been first and foremost,
 finalizing the week he'd be away at a hair stylist
convention in Atlantic City..... and also,  his
biological father wanted Alexander to visit him in
Texas for a bit and there was the concern of getting
someone to cover for Alexander at the shop during his
absence.   Further complicating Alexander's life  was
the slowness of the breaking-in process for his
assistant barber who was going to have to run things
in Alexander's absence.

All legitimate reasons for his inability to set a date
for us to get together ...how tedious is a working
man's life though.   But, the long and the short of it
was that Alexander really did want to see me for fun
and games just as much as I wanted to see him for the
same things.  I was so relieved to realize that this
was so.  Emails can't convey tone nearly as well as
Alexander's voice.  It all made me feel better about
myself because, after all,  someone did desire me just
like I desired them.

We made a firm "date" for the second Saturday in
October and just knowing a date was finally set made
me feel so good it was a bit embarrassing....am I that
horny, I wondered.  No getting around it though, I was
excited and aroused!  Alexander is a really good
looking, hot boy.  And, happily,  I hadn't detected
the slightest feminine sound from him.  I was thinking
his business required he not sound or act
feminine....just a guess on my part, but it makes
sense.  I wanted to get my hands in his dense hair and
taste his mouth.  He gave me the best blow job anyone
ever got...

With our "date" settled, I hesitated for a second
trying to get the courage to bring up the reason for
the call and Alexander said, "Oh no, what is it now,
Oliver?"   Then I came right out with it, "We got
problems with the twins."  After I explained what I
knew,   Alexander expressed shock that the twins knew
about him and me having sex, but the idea that they
wanted me to do the sexual training got Alexander
talking fast.  "You gotta do it for them, Oliver.
I've been so worried that they'll get some pervert
with a loose screw to take advantage of them.  I can't
get up there because I work six days a week and I have
all this other stuff going on in my life right
now...plus, Mom would kill me if she found out.
She'll kill you too, but she won't find out if we play
it right."  There was relief and hope in his voice.
He had been worried sick about the whole situation and
now with me in the picture he had hope it might
work-out OK.

"Oliver, when these boys get their teeth into
something they're like bull dogs....they won't let go
till they get what they want.  And hell, they have
been more than a little bit spoiled by all of us all
their life so they're use to getting their way.
Please do this for them....and for me.  I'm so jealous
of you that you get to do it, but relieved too.  I'll
be insisting on detailed reports, of course."  and
then he gave that great laugh I remembered so well
from last summer.  The idea of having sex with the
twins was almost too much to grasp at this point, but
talking with Alexander made me very hungry for him.

Then he was into telling me what he intended to do
about my haircut next month..... I was leaning up
against a brick wall outside our dorm,  not paying too
much attention to that, as I unconsciously groped at
myself thinking about fucking him....then I heard
giggling.  Looking up I saw three girls staring at me
from the brick sidewalk and miming me playing with
myself.  My face got so red and hot sweat popped out
on my forehead.  I stopped the groping of course, but
the girls had already turned the corner.  I recognized
one of the girls as a gymnast that Joey had been
talking with when I picked him up earlier today.  Life
sucks some times.

"Are you still there, Oliver?" Alexander asked.  What
the hell..... I told him about getting caught just now
playing with myself and he laughed like crazy.  I had
to join in with his laughter, it was contagious.  I
felt so good that he and me were buds again, well...we
had been all alone, but I wasn't sure about it till
this phone call.  The last thing he said was, "Did
Nathan tell ya about their foot fetish?  It's a riot,
Oliver."  I was like, "Foot fetish?  No, I didn't hear
about that."  Alexander said he had to get going, but
that I need to email and asked the twins about it.
Then it was, "I am so glad to called, Oliver.  What a
load off my mind.  I really love ya, man.  Can't wait
to fuck you good, bro...Ciao, you cute, hot thing!"  I
though, "Fuck me good?"

It was probably a slip of the tongue and it was all a
load off my mind too.  About Alexander I mean.  The
twins?  Oh boy, that requires some thought, but it is
wickedly exciting.  Oh my God, I never thought I'd get
this opportunity.  Just thinking about it had my boner
making a tent in the front of my pants again and as I
closed my cell phone I heard more giggling.  What the
fu...?  It was two of the same three girls walking
back the other way now and pointing at their crotches.
 I looked down at my bulging crotch and got the red
hot face again with the sweat drops running down the
sides of my forehead.  FUCK!  The girls walked on
laughing and shouting something at me about a sleeping
bag. For the tent...?  I didn't catch it all.
Hurrying inside I contemplated how it is that I get
myself in so many embarrassing situations.

In our room Joey was laughing as he and some bud of
his from high school exchanged dirty jokes on line.
He gave me a cute grin and waved his fingers at me as
I went by.  I too went on line and sent the twins an
email explaining that I'd talked this sexy stuff out
with Alexander and he endorsed me being their sex
counselor.  In my email was a request for details from
them about this alleged foot fetish and a better
explanation of just how they think this education
process is going to take place...when, where, for how
long etc etc.  I ended with this, "You guys are too
kewl for words and I will do my best to assist you in
this sexy matter.  Love, Professor I. Wilhumpya."

Then, bravely, I opened Frankie's email and the first
word in the first sentence was the last word I wanted
to read in an email from Frankie  .....  the word
...."Darleen"...  It stared off fine with the
salutation,       "Hi Olive", but then it went down
hill fast after that,   "This is a surprising
development, Oliver, but Darleen and I had a long talk
the first night here at West Chester University.  We'd
signed-up for this co-ed dorm way last Spring and we
stayed up almost the whole first night talking about
all the experiences we've been through together.  It
brought back a lot of memories.  She has admitted to
me she's been a total bitch (her word, Oliver) for
some time now and she's sorry because it's a lot her
fault (and some your's)  that she and me broke-up.
She is determined to win me back and to that end she's
already lost eleven pounds and her minimum goal is to
lose another twenty-five pounds."

I stopped reading for a second and screamed "FUCK!
FUCK!"  Joey asked, "What's wrong?"  I told him I bit
my tongue, he said "Oh, sorry to hear it, dude"  and
he went back to "messengering" or whatever he was
doing.  So Darleen wants to lose thirty-six pounds and
win back Frankie.  If she thinks getting her weight
under 200 pounds is all it takes, she's in for a
surprise.  Of course she doesn't weigh 200 pounds, I'm
just royally pissed off at this turn of events.  That
snatch simply will not go away!   Going back to
Frankie's email, "Darleen feels we (her and me) need
to begin an active sexual relationship immediately.
She feels her lack of attention to my needs has
allowed you, Oliver,  to step in and take....well,
again, these are her words, not mine...take advantage
of me."  I knocked the lap top over and screamed "FUCK
YOU,  BITCH!"

 Joey turned around again and asked, "Your tongue
again Oliver?"  He said it in such a funny way I had
to blurt out a laugh.  He knew I hadn't bitten my
tongue in the first place.  I said, "No, I bit my lip
this time."  He said, "Well at least ya didn't bite
your dick."  And I laughed again.  He has this pretend
serious dumb look that makes me laugh.  "When are we
going to dinner?" he wanted to know.  I said, "Soon,
ya hot shit ...soon."

Frankie's email went on a rant about how he didn't
want me to feel hurt or angry because, after all,  I
knew how he felt about me...it's just that he couldn't
say it as easily as I could.  I'm gay and can say
stuff about love, but Frankie is straight and that
stuff doesn't come as easy for straight guys..."it's a
bit "girly" to tell ya the truth".  He went on again
about him knowing positively that he wasn't gay and
except for a few times with me and the times that
queer maniac Fallon had forced him into it, Frankie
never had anything remotely to do with "queer stuff".
With me it was somehow different because he did it to
help me out and because he didn't want me to have to
turn to a pervert for someone to fuck me.  He was glad
to help me,  but he was really looking forward to
having  sex with Darleen so he could prove to everyone
once and for all that he was not gay.

On and on.....He knew he'd love hetero sex and, except
for making a random exception in my case now and then,
he'd never ever do any of the gay stuff again.  BUT,
he and me will be the best and closest buddies ever in
the world and, as he said earlier, once in a while as
a favor to me, he'd fuck me as much as I wanted him
to.  A rambling email that was hard to follow at
times.  He ended with, "Please, please, please  don't
be mad at me Oliver.  You mean so much to me, you
really do.  Email me back and tell me that you  L...
me.  You know what I mean.  Your best bud ever, (who
feels the same way for you) Frankie"

The gist of all that is this.....  Frankie loves me
and will have gay sex with me,  but he really wants to
do hetero sex with Darleen because he's not gay and
because, even though he's never had sex with a female
in his total nineteen year on this particular planet,
he's absolutely positive he'll love the hetero sex
much, much more than that nasty queer stuff.....that
queer stuff that he'll none-the-less do for me as long
as I want him  to, and since we're the best, closest
buddies the world has ever seen, and because he knows
I'm gay and in love with him, that means I'll want him
to, and therefore he will get to fuck me just about
forever..... and he'll be doing all that fucking of me
as a straight dude because he'll have his hefty wife
Darleen at his side proving he's not gay at all, he's
just helping out his good bud, who sadly, is
gay.........or, something like that.

Out loud I said, "Fuck you, Frankie" and I slammed my
lap top shut.  Joey made no comment, just turned and
gave me a concerned look... kind of a look like I had
his support....is how I took the look.  I felt a
strong desire to kiss him on his slightly too big
nose.  He's so innocent and cute looking and oh "my
God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles" as the song
goes.  I'm a year older than Joey of course.... I took
that year off from school when Tyler died, but Joey
looked even younger than eighteen.  All of a sudden he
adverted his eyes so I guess I was making gooey eyes
at him again or something.

 "I'm OK, Joey.  Let's eat."  Even as I was helping
Joey get in his wheelchair I already knew I hadn't
meant my nasty comment about Frankie.  You can't turn
love on and off.....once it's on, it takes a lot to
turn it off.  I didn't want to think about it right
now.  I ruffled Joey's hair asking, "Shampoo after
dinner?" Joey said, "Oh, can't we do all the things
again tonight, Oliver?"  Hot damn I thought... and
then said, "Sure, Joey.  Whatever ya want, dude."

We had an OK dinner and did the shampoo and the bath
and the finger fucking and the jerk-off.  I jerked him
off in the tub and he leaned his head next to mine
very sweetly as I did it.  I could feel him giving my
neck a tiny baby kiss that almost had me blowing a
load in my shorts.  I let my lips brush his cheek
quickly when he was finished firing off his four shots
of cum and then kept my arm around his neck until he'd
calmed down from the climax.  We didn't discuss the
cuddling or the little kiss.  I felt so protective of
him.  I hate to admit it, but I can see why Darleen
got so possessive of Frankie after being his primary
care giver for a while.  Naturally, I'd never hold it
over Joey's head like that bitch did to Frankie....you
can be damn sure of that.  This kid means a lot to me
and I'm going to take good care of him.

We got to sleep and then the next day we experienced
our first day of college.  The professors spent a lot
of time telling us we probably won't make it....the
work's too hard for you lazy nitwits was what they
were telling us in so many words.  There was a lot of
"out of classroom work" alright....they hadn't
exaggerated that.  From day one the work load stayed
at a heavy level.  Joey is real smart though and I am
too so we worked out a way that one of us did this and
one of us did that and...like that.  It freed up a
little time and Joey had the gymnastic practice six
days a week so we needed our short-cuts to provide us
poor dumb freshman a little extra free time.  I loved
working closely with Joey on our college studies and I
quickly recognized that he, like Frankie,  has his own
personal smell which was very, very nice and, oh yeah,
sexy-hot too.

We did the bathing, fingering and jerking off ritual
every day.  He was the cleanest invalid ever.  His ass
rash was completely cured by the third day but we
continued the "treatment' anyway.   When we ran out of
Desitin I began using creamy Vaseline which actually
worked much better for the finger fucking.  At times
we were cautiously affectionate with each other.
Little things only...like letting our heads rest
together while we read a passage in a study guide or
from the computer screen while trying to figure
something out.  Or, during his bath the sides of our
faces often rubbed against one another and sometimes
our lips lightly dragged across each other cheek or
forehead.  I tried the lightest kiss at the corner of
his mouth once,  but Joey turned his head away and
quietly said, "No, Oliver."  I was happy for any
touching he was willing to do.  It's obvious how
easily I get attached to certain boys and I was
feeling more and more attached to Joey every day.

I'd emailed Frankie back the same night I'd read his
email and told him I loved him and that..."sure,
Darleen deserved another chance to win you back and
just let me know the results of the contest whenever
it ends...if it ever does end".  He emailed back
ignoring my sarcasm saying he hoped I'd be in his life
forever, but for right now he'd promised Darleen two
months without.....  "him sticking his nose in our
affairs "...those are her words, Oliver.  Just so ya
know I'm being completely honest with you I gotta tell
ya that she can't stand you.  Anyway, you know how I
feel about you and I really miss seeing you, but I'll
try the two months of "Oliver free zone" as Darleen
calls it and then email you back". ......

That's the crap he tells me.......hard to believe I
love someone so much who is so stupid,  but I do.  I'd
like to hit that bitch Darleen in the back of her head
with a metal pipe...hard.   So now it's all arranged
that I not only won't see Frankie for a least the next
two months,  I also won't even get an email from him.
This amount of time is apparently needed so Frankie
has enough of it for his attempts at mounting that
cow.  There is so much wrong with Frankie's thinking,
but the bitch has brainwashed him so completely for so
many years he can't easily escape her clutches.  I
have no realistic option except to give him the time
to find out for himself what he already knows, but
refuses to accept.

Then the irony of all this hit me one afternoon while
I was waiting for gymnastic practice to end.   Not
only are Joey and I kinda reenacting Frankie and
Darleen.....with me in the role of the care-giving
Darleen, and Joey as Frankie-the-patient, as I've
described before..... but now, with Frankie trying to
experiment with straight sex to compare it with gay
sex...hell, that is pretty much the same thing the
twins want to do.  AND, Darleen and me are the sex
counselors in both these bizarre affairs.  Darleen and
me always playing the same part,  we're just like two
pees in a pod.   I think I'm going to throw-up.

After that revelation I tried NOT to allow another
thought of Darleen to enter my head.  At this point it
has been two full weeks without me seeing or hearing
from Frankie, although I still think about HIM
everyday....not the viper though, I don't think about
her...... just Frankie.  Sometimes I feel sorry for
myself, but what the hell can I do.  It hurts to be in
a one-sided love affair and that's what I've been in
pretty much from the first day I saw that bright red
hair on that incredible cute boy.  The one who was
wearing those Harry Potter eyeglasses and who quickly
captured my heart.  He's so full of life and bubbling
over with that  crystal clear saliva that I love to
taste so much.  What can I say, as much as I hate this
fact....Frankie's on hold in my life at the moment and
that is that.  I miss him something terrible though.

Fortunately college provided a lot of things to occupy
ones time and I did have Alexander and the twins to
look forward to.  Plus Joey every day too and I
enjoyed every second of my time with him.  The twins
had written a quick email back saying this year's
class work was a "damn bitch" for them. It seems they
took my acceptance of being their sex counselor for
granted.....maybe because they're use to getting their
way.  They glossed over the foot fascination thing
saying they'd tell me about it when they saw
me....."it gives us boners, Oliver.  Weird, huh?"
They needed a week or two to get the school work under
control and then the boys would form the plans for
"sex education...Part 1".  I emailed them saying,
"just let me know when I should show up".  It was a
hoot in one way, but also very, very HOT in a number
of other ways.   I'll just have to wait on the boys.
I find myself daydreaming about them and me in class
sometimes.....

Meanwhile, much like the twins,  Joey and me were
getting our college course work under control too.  We
had been here for two weeks now and we were just
beginning to feel comfortable with the workload.  As I
said earlier, it helped tremendously that Joey and me
had each other to share the load with.  All we heard
all day in class from other freshman was constant
moaning that they can't keep up.  Joey says this must
be a form of "hazing" that the university professors
puts on the freshman to toughen them up.  I said, "Uh
huh" and then practicing being cool, I said, "Sup,
Joey?"  He said, "What?"

It was a gorgeous Saturday in late September and I'd
just dropped Joey at gymnastics practice.  I loved
being with him and I also loved the three hours or so
each day when I wasn't with him.  It was a perfect day
to be outside, but I had to do our laundry so I
resigned myself to doing it.  With Joey's old plastic
laundry basket overflowing with our dirty clothes I
headed over to the laundromat with my pocket full of
$1 bills and a lot of quarters. I was wearing nylon
basketball shorts and on the way I started thinking
about the last time I wore a pair of these silky
things.  It was my second day here,  Joey and I had
lunch with Randy and someone else whos name I've
forgotten...was it Bob?

Oh man, I remember Randy alright.  Walking back from
lunch he had pushed some of my underpants' material up
my asshole with his finger, some of the silky nylon
material from my shorts too.... as a joke.   The
"Randy Rider Wedgie" I think that other kid called it.
 Jesus, that was uncomfortable...and sexy.   I had to
walk on my toes trying to pull the material out of my
hole.  Embarrassing, but boner inducing.  I liked
Randy of course.  I've seen him a couple of times at
the gym and one time he even came over and goosed me.
He didn't say anything about getting together, he just
winked at me.  So cute, he's the hottest thing I've
seen on campus, but he's a junior and maybe juniors
don't hang with freshman....I don't know how things
work yet.

Thinking about stuff like that and my arms occupied
with the laundry basket of dirty clothes,  I backed
into the laundry room door pushing it open and once
inside I turned around too quickly and knocked a pile
of clean folded clothes off a table that was too close
to the door.  Fuck, I'm clumsy.  A fraction of a
second later someone had a fierce hold on the back of
my neck,  shaking me.  "You did that on purpose ya
little cunt" and then a big "SLAP" on my ass with the
palm of his hand that caused me to drop my basket of
clothes and yelp out.  So totally unexpected was that
smack.  Then three more hard smacks on my ass and,
like always, fucking tears were popping out of my eyes
as I cried out, "No... please.  Fuck!, that really
hurts!"

My plea was rewarded with another hard slap on my ass
that had me squirming to get away from the neck
hold...both my hands behind my neck grappling at that
strong hand that had a crushing hold back there.  With
only the thin flimsy material of my basketball shorts
protecting my ass it was almost like getting a
spanking on my bare butt...the smacks really stung.
Hercules twisted me around some and with tears on my
face, for a brief second we saw each other....  it was
that squat kid.  The one whos coffee I knocked all
over him on the second day I was in the dorm.  "You
again!" he snarled and bending me down away from him
he smacked me twice more.  The last smack did it...
somehow my bladder refluxed and a short spurt of pee
made a big dark wet spot on my light blue basketball
shorts.  I was stuttering now, " Pla Pa Please, I  I'm
sorry.  No Pla more..you're.. da don't"  Muscle man
said, "Oh shut the fuck up you stuttering dink or I'll
spank you all day."

He had me bent over now, facing away from him so he
didn't see the pee stain and I didn't want him to see
it so I stopped squirming and kept quiet.  He said,
"OK...You're a total loser, we've established that.
And I guess we've established that I've got an anger
management problem when you're around me....so, why
don't you stay the fuck away from me?"  I didn't say
anything because all I could think about was my
stinging and burning ass and my peed-in shorts.  He
let go of my neck and said, "Just stand there...don't
move.  Let me think... "  I stayed bent over with my
forearms on the folding table,  looking away from him.
 He mumbled to himself, " OK, I hate doing laundry and
this dork just knocked mine on the dirty
floor......so",   and he speaks up louder saying, "So,
you are going to do me a favor and do my laundry for
me.  Right?"  I didn't say anything.

Wild man says, "I can't hear you."  He grabbed my neck
again and asked what my name was.  I told him and he
goes, "Oliver?  That's the perfect name for you.  You
do me a favor and I'll do you one, OK Oliver?"  I
hesitantly asked, "What favor?" and he smacked my
burning ass twice more really hard causing more pee to
spurt out of my shriveled-up dick.  Some pee was
running down my leg now.  He was taking a couple of
deep breaths and then said, " My favor to you Oliver,
is I won't do anymore of this." and he smacked my ass
again...more pee flowed out.   "Do we have a deal
Oliver?"  I didn't want to be such a wimp,  but I
couldn't think what else I could be at the moment.
Still I was afraid I'd stutter so I couldn't make
myself speak.  He said, "Say...yes, Richard.  We'll do
each other a favor and become buddies."  He shook me
and smacked my ass really hard again, it almost lifted
me up on my toes and then he said, "Say it..Say, Yes,
Richard."  I said, "Yes, Richard" and he let me go.

Richard was breathing hard and I know what you're
thinking, but believe me.... this wasn't a sexual
thing with either of us.  I don't know how I knew
that, but I just did.  He was breathing hard because
his blood pressure was probably way up there and he
was exhausted from spanking my ass...he wasn't kidding
about having trouble controlling his temper.  He's
obviously dangerous and I think it might worry him.
Richard spoke in a low, barely controlled manner now,
"Re-wash all those clothes you knocked on the floor.
Then dry them in the dryer.  Then fold them neatly the
way I like them folded....see my other folded laundry?
 Like that.  Then bring it all to me on the top floor
of our dormitory...room 30.  If you do your favor for
me real good I will do my favor for you real good.  If
you don't do your favor too good, I won't do mine too
good either."

I was still leaning on that table bent over hoping he
was leaving when he added, "  And, don't fuck-up both
our college careers by running to tell someone that
the big bad Richard beat me up.  You and me will
settle this ourselves.  Right, Oliver?"  I said,
"Right, Richard".  He said, "Room 30." and when he
opened the door the beautiful day outside shined
inside for a few seconds.  I looked back and saw him
leave shaking his head like he was still mad at me
....and at himself too.  I put my head back down on my
forearms and held my breath waiting for the pain on my
buttocks to subside.  Like I said, it was no small
thing.  My ass burned like hell, but I was recovering
pretty fast.  The pain was fading to a dull ache.

There was no one else in the laundromat,  but that
could change at any second so I gathered his clothes
up off the floor and got them started in the washer.
I didn't want to take a chance that he'd come back and
find his clothes still on the floor.  Then I grabbed
the first pair of shorts I saw from our dirty laundry
basket and went in a utility closet to change out of
my peed-on pants.  The cut off jeans I'd grabbed were
a pair of Joey's but the important thing was they
didn't have a big wet pee stain on the front.  They
scratched because I had no underwear to put on.  Back
out of the closet I got our clothes in a washing
machine and then lit up a cigarette.

When I was busy, getting changed and getting the wash
going,  I was doing OK, but as soon as I was just
standing there smoking I felt like crying because I
realized how powerless and lonely I was.  I scrunched
my face up and held my breath till the urge to cry
went away.  Anger replaced my urge to cry.   Why in
the name of God does this shit always happen to me?  I
hate my life!  Then I knew it was stupid and I wasn't
going to do it but I fantasized this thought, "Fuck
this.  I'm calling Christian and ask him to tell daddy
to get his mob guys to kick Richard's ass up and down
the fucking street and I want to be there laughing at
him when it happens too.....I felt dizzy and wanted to
sit down, but that wasn't an option at the moment.
FUCK!  I hate that prick Richard so much."

Then I calmed myself down and changed the direction of
my thinking again.  Putting out my cigarette I
thought, this is stupid.... whats the big deal anyway?
 In life sometimes you need to eat crow, swallow your
pride or whatever.  You know, in order to get along in
the world.  Richard had one thing absolutely right...I
was not going to run crying to anyone saying Richard
spanked me.  Fuck that!  Who would I tell anyway?  Ya
win some and ya lose some.  I was trying to think when
I'd won "some" when Randy came in with a full laundry
sack over his shoulder.

His cute face brightened when he saw me.  "Dude with
the wheelchair dude, right?"  I said, "Yeah, Randy,
I'm Oliver...we met, remember?"  He said, "Of course I
remember.  You asked me to push your jockey shorts up
your ass hole for ya, didn't you?"  and then he
laughed and grabbing a fistful of my hair he pulled my
head down to bump foreheads with him.  He smiled at me
as he let go of my hair telling me I needed a haircut.
 I just shrugged and he smiled and then went over and
got his washing machine going.  I watched his every
move..... he said, "How'd ya get stuck with that
nursing job, Oliver?  You one of those Ass Club guys?"
 I explained about me wanting to have my car on campus
and as a freshman this was the only way I could do it.
 He told me how he had gotten his uncle, who is a
doctor, to write the University saying Randy needed
access to a car due to  something or other.  And, then
he told a few stories about the trouble he and his
roommate got themselves into during their freshman
year.

Randy has a great personality to go along with all the
other great things about the rest of him.  For
example, great things like his two toned blond hair,
his bright brown eyes that seemed to change from light
brown to dark brown as I looked into them, his
perpetual grin with that cute mouth and those white
teeth with the slight separation between the front
ones, his tight body and the ease with which he
moved...... everything about him made me feel squirmy
and juicy and tingly.  Awesome feeling from just
looking at and listening to his cute voice.  Did you
know there is such a thing as a cute voice...not some
squeaky cartoon character voice, but rather a regular
boy's voice that just sounds like it belongs to a real
cute guy.  That's what Randy sounded like.

I mostly listened and stared at him, occasionally
making appropriate one or two word comments.  He was
sitting in the old lawn chair that someone had left in
the laundromat and I was leaning against the folding
table.  He got up and while walking  over to me he
says, completely out of the blue, "You're one of the
cutest freshman on campus Oliver.  Did you realize
that?  I make it my business to check..Heh heh"  This
caught me totally off balance so I couldn't think what
to say.  He went on, "Yeah, you look amazingly like
that Zac kid in Disney's "High school Musical" and
standing close in front of me Randy pushed the palm of
his hand against my forehead lifting my hair up and
said, "Even cuter with your hair off your face."  He
had to reach up some because I was about three inches
taller than him.  This attention from Randy was so
flattering ....... I am not much into Disney though so
I had no idea who Zac was, but it seemed like a good
thing.

Letting his hand deliberately and slowly slide down
the side of my face and then cup my chin Randy asked
if I still had the flabby buttocks and, with his other
hand, he grabbed my right buttocks causing me to make
a face and flinch in pain because my ass was still
very sore from Richards spanking.  Randy saw my face
and immediately said he was so sorry.... he didn't
mean to hurt me....he was just goofing around.   I
lied then and told him I'd fallen hard on my ass, that
was all.

He then grabbed my crotch playfully and asked, "Did ya
fall hard on this too?"   I said, "Randy, don't!"  He
massaged my package through Joey's cut off jeans and I
started getting hard so I said, "Randy!" again.... and
then, pretending to lose my balance a little,  I
grabbed onto his shoulder and then felt the back of
his neck with the palm of my hand before quickly
running it up the back of his head feeling his
beautiful hair between my fingers, it felt like silk.
His head pulled up to mine and he licked across my
lips laughing and then we let go of each other and he
said, "You're hot, Oliver....if I wasn't in a
relationship you'd definitely be on my radar screen."


I stood in front of him breathing little burst of air
still unable to think of anything to say.  I had a
semi hard cock which poked out the front of the
cut-offs.  Randy brushed it with the palm of his hand
and it got harder.  He said, "You make me laugh,
Oliver.  A walking boner, that's what you are....a
cute walking boner."  Then he began fishing in his
pockets with both his hands as he asked me if I'd put
his clothes in a dryer when the wash cycle was done.
And, finding the money he was fishing for he gave it
to me for the dryer and left saying, "See ya, Oliver.
Thanks.  I owe ya one".

I licked my lips to taste his saliva as my boner
continued pushing my pants out in front.  After that
disturbing experience with Richard, this wonderful
attention Randy had just given me totally changed my
outlook....made me feel good.  I didn't feel like such
a loser now...hell, I was almost friends with Randy
Rider, a junior no less.  Maybe things will be better
for me in college than they were in high school.  So
far it's been....a little of this and then a little of
that....some good and some bad.  Everything
considered, I've got a good chance of doing OK here I
think.  I took a deep breath and then checked on my
three wash loads as I wondered how Randy knew I was
gay.  Maybe it takes one to know one.

Later when I was done folding Richard's clothes and
half way done folding Joey and my stuff, Randy's
washing machine groaned to a stop.  After putting his
clothes in a dryer I got all of Richard's stuff and
carried it up to the third floor.  On the third floor
most of the rooms had their door open so I heard
various types of music coming out of the rooms.   Two
guys with towels around their waist were coming out of
the lavatory at the end of the hall.  The community
bath....hmmmm, it did have it's advantages, that's for
sure.  On the whole though I'd rather have our private
bathroom for our private activities.  There was a lot
of different sounds from the different rooms, not just
music.... talking, some shouting and laughter and it
all made me think that this was closer to the way
Cristobal's dorm had been when I was here last spring.
 On our floor it's quiet.

I found room 30 and knocked on the door and a muscle
bound kid answered it.  He had a nervous look to his
bland brown eyes and a twitch in his long pointy nose.
 "Yeah?' he asked.  Then Richard pushed the kid aside
saying, "It's my laundry guy Phil...nothing to do with
you.  You need to get back to work on that writing
assignment for me."  Phil nodded his head at Richard
and swaggered over to his desk as Richard said, "Put
those things over on my bed, Oliver.  I'll check then
later and, oh yeah....make sure you find out the day
next week I need my laundry done, check with me
Tuesday and I'll know by then.  Thanks, and isn't this
much nicer...very civilized."  I put the stuff down
thinking about my sore ass and then left without
saying a word.  I heard Richard say something to Phil
and some chuckling followed.

I thought, "Fuck you!" It occurred to me as I was
walking back down stairs that by not disagreeing with
him I'd actually committed to doing Richard's laundry
next week too.  Then I realized that that was what he
meant right from the beginning.  Who cares...I didn't
want to think about that now.  It was more fun licking
my lips again thinking about that lick from Randy and
thinking about what he'd said to me....that thing
about me being the cutest freshman.  Damn, I wish he
wasn't in that relationship.  Back to get my clothes
and then I finally could enjoy the beautiful weather.
I took a long ride in my Mini with the top down, me
trying to look bored.... the way Randy at lunch our
first day here had suggested was a cool look.

Later I found out that my dorm's third floor has all
freshman members of the wrestling team.  Swell!  Phil
and Richard looking for trouble and me in the middle.
Oh well, September went by fast.   Joey and me did the
entire bath routine everyday without us making any
advances with intimacy.  I was pretty sure that my
first evaluation was correct... Joey was straight, but
he was an affectionate straight boy and seemed truly
grateful for the tender care I was providing.   I
guess he was comfortable enough with his own sexuality
that he had no trouble handling our minor intimate
activities.  He was going with the flow and enjoyed
the touching and especially the finger fucking and the
jerking off that I did for him.  He told me a couple
of times about the circle jerks he and his buds had
done as young teens.....ya know, so me jerking him off
wasn't new to Joey.

At times Joey would say certain things that indicated
he was aware I was either gay or bi, but he never
actually used those words.  I knew that he knew and he
knew that I knew he knew... like that.  We were very
tight though....one gay, one straight.  You can tell
when someone likes you.....it's just obvious from the
look on their face when you meet.....the look that
says they're real glad to see you.  Hard to fake it.

The first weekend in October was on my mind because I
was anxious to relieve my built up sexual tensions.
Jerking off is always fun, but I was thinking of the
full boat, so ta speak...Alexander blowing me and me
fucking him and lots of making out.  All the stuff
that I like to do with cute guys.  Things were fine at
school except for the blip of trouble with Richard and
the laundry.  I went up to see him on the following
Tuesday and it was just Richard's roommate, Phil, in
the room.  He said, "The laundry is next to the door
there.  Richard said every Tuesday is going to be
laundry day".

Richard's basket of dirty clothes was there
alright....and so was a laundry bag with more dirty
clothes.  "PHIL" was written on the laundry bag with a
permanent marker.  I said, "I'm not doing your dirty
launtry, Phil' and he said, "Yeah, you are.  Richard
told me to put them with his and to make sure ya know
to use separate machines and dryers.  Don't get our
shit mixed up."  The fucking nerve of these two was
overwhelming.  I started to say something but I
stuttered at first and that made me stop talking.
Phil paid no attention to me.  He said, "The money for
both wash loads is in that brown envelope.  Get
moving, I got places I need to be."  With his hand he
made the "shoo-along" motion.   It was so outrageous I
just grabbed the stuff and stalked out of the room.

So now, to keep the peace in the dorm, I do both of
their dirty laundry. The second week when I went to
pick it up Richard was in the room and I tried to
complain about having to do Phil's laundry too.  In a
very dismissive manner he said, "Oh for Christ
sake...all you do is whine.  Phil is taking over the
responsibility of over-seeing your laundry duties
because you and I do not work well together.  So, Phil
is doing this for me and as a favor to him I'm letting
him include his laundry for you to do too.  What's the
big deal?  Ya got to come up here every week anyway.
You and him can work out the "favor" he can do for
you.  Jesus, try to get along Oliver...we're all in
this together."

I bit my tongue and just did it.  It took two minutes
to pick it up, two minutes to put in a washing machine
and two minutes to transfer to a dryer.  Folding took
another ten minutes and two more to carry it upstairs
so all together twenty minutes a week.  Of course,
there's the principal of the matter, but fuck
that....I'd rather not make waves and now nobody from
the third floor bothers me at all.  A number of the
wrestlers are real pricks and bully some of the other
kids in the dorm, but not me because of Richard.

Phil was tough on me right from the start...smacked my
ass twice the first time I did both their laundry
because I mixed up a few things from his wash with
Richard's.  He is one tough kid so I quickly memorized
what belonged to who.  It seems like Phil enjoys
smacking my ass because he does it frequently and,
unlike Richard, it does turn Phil on.  He is a brute,
that one,  and twice he not only spanked my ass hard
but he made me redo his folding.  Twenty humiliating
minutes a week, a few smacks on my ass,  and the rest
of the time things were pretty much great at Penn.
Overall, a big improvement over my high school
exerience.

The week before I was to see Alexander one of the
gymnast gave Joey a haircut.  The guy was the
self-appointed team barber and he cuts all the
gymnasts' hair.   The haircut he gave Joey  looked
real nice on him....it was short, but not extreme and
the shorter hairs became curly which added to Joey's
cute looks.....or maybe, the more I liked a boy,  the
cuter I think he is.  Whatever, I enjoyed Joey a
lot...short hair or long hair.  He has to see his
doctor back home sometime in October and he arranged
that doctor's visit for the weekend I'd be in Delaware
with Alexander.   Joey will have only six weeks left
to go with the plaster casts on his arms and leg if
all went well with the doctor's xrays and all. Both of
us were looking forward to him getting those things
off.

Studying together I got in the habit of propping us up
on my bed with pillows so we could read together and
work out problems together on my lap top side by side
with my arm around Joey's neck, us leaning against one
another.  He liked to rest his head against the side
of my neck right under my jaw when he got tired and
he'd fall asleep like that about every other night.
We had to do so many assignments we were usually
studing till late at night.  A few nights we slept
together in my bed fully clothed because we both just
fell asleep.

We went to class, ate a few meals, went to gymnastic
practice, ate some more, did our bath routine and then
hung close together for homework until Joey or me fell
asleep.  Next day the same thing all over again.  We
were together all the time and we did a lot of
touching.  We'd become totally comfortable with each
other.  I didn't even hide my boners anymore and Joey
got his own from time to time too.  I loved all of it,
but I was getting blue balls from my very real longing
for actual gay sex.  My weekend with Alexander was
seven days away,  but before that we had a party to go
to this weekend in the gymnast dorm.  Their official
team practice started Monday and this was the last
chance for a booze party till after the gymnastic
season.  As Joey's primary care giver I was allowed to
attend the party, the only non-gymnast or coach there.

They wouldn't be doing any drinking after this until
their schedule of competitions was over, but they sure
drank a lot at this party.  One of the seniors was
lecturing freshman about booze and college.  He said
that drinking in college is a paradox.  On the one
hand everyone thinks it's the most important part of
college.  On the other hand, it is the most important
part of college.  Then he said, "Wait a fucking second
here..... that's not a paradox!  Oh well, PARTY!!!"

Another upper classmem said, "Children listen up.
College is the only time in your life when you can
blame any, and I mean any, boorish, semi-legal
behavior on being "so fucking drunk dude, just so
fucking drunk"......and people will laugh and think
you're way cool."  Upper classmen ruled us freshman,
but most of them were funny and that party was a
blast. Around 11pm Joey slurred that he was getting
extra drunk drinking his beer through a straw and
someone said there was some truth to that.  Later on
one of the older gymnast suggested I get Joey back to
our dorm because he had begun drooling beer out
through his nose while, at the same time, he sucked it
in his mouth with his straw. "He might be hammered,
dude.  Why not wheel him back to his room.  OK?"

I was just sober enough to follow that advise.  As
soon as we got in our room Joey threw-up on himself.
That does not smell good.  I was a bit hammered
myself, but I was sober enough to realize I'd needed
to get him cleaned up and another bath was probably
the best way to do that.  We were clumsy getting him
undressed and I got soaked getting him in the tub so,
laughingly,  he told me to get in the bath with him.
Without hesitating I took off my wet clothes and did
just that.

I cleaned off the puke and then ran some fresh water
in the tub for us to soak in.  After soaping him up
again our bodies slid against each other and I
eventually ended up behind him with my back up against
the end of the tub and Joey's back against my chest.
The back of his curly head bumped my chin and my nose,
but he smelled so good I didn't mind.   I moved my
head so I could press my nose against the side of his
face......it was so smooth and perfect and smelled so
"Joey".

His head finally settled against my shoulder..... with
the sides of our faces pressed together.  Still
slurring his words Joey said, "This is nice and cozy
Oliver except I can feel your boner against my ass."
It was sideways across his left buttocks with my nuts
fitting in the back of the crack his buttocks formed.
I tried to speak, but all my concentration was needed
to keep from cuming in the bath water. I just wrapped
my arms around him tighter and inhaled the odor of
him.

Joey slurred, "You are making me feel sexy, Oliver.
Would you jerk me off again?  Ya know, cause my balls
are aching."  Getting myself under control as much as
I could I reached around to start stroking this sweet
kid's cock.  It was mostly soft when I started but
quickly firmed up as Joey went, "OOooooooh yeah,
Oliver...like that".  Oh my God did his cock get long
and fat.  The uncut skin was loose enough though that
it still moved up and down that hard boner on and off
his dripping cock head.  With each stroke now Joey is
going, "Oooooo  Ahhhhhh".

 I looked over at the mirror above the sink to see our
reflection and I saw Joey's tightly clengthed mouth
and eyes as he rolled his head back and forth on my
shoulder and against the side of my neck...his short
curls tickling under my jaw.  As always his arms lay
on his stomach with his hands loosely clapsed together
to keep them from moving.  I wiggled the middle finger
of my free hand in the soap gel and reached under
Joey's ass to push it up his hole.  He lifted his ass
up slightly helping me get the finger in him.... then
I finger fucked him as I stroked his cock.  Joey began
moving around in the water between my legs so I
crossed my legs over his thighs and locked my legs by
inter locking my ankles.  Joey's back was pushing
against my stomach and chest so I had effectively
captured him and I got a second finger up his hole and
matched the stroking of his long boner with my finger
thrusts in and out of his asshole.

He immediately groaned and called out my name and
thrashed around within my tight grip.  The very warm
water was deep enough that only the dark red head of
his cock was out of the water. My fingers were
penetrating his hole as far up as I could get, hitting
his prostate button each  time as I pulled the skin of
his hard boner up and down, up and down....steadily,
over and over.  Joey was gasping for air and
struggling in my tight hold of him.  Before long his
body got stiff as a steel wire.... then Joey began
squealing out a high pitched sound and shot a lot of
cum straight up in the air.

I watched as his string of cum shot up and then fell
back down in the bath water, the creamy cum swirled in
the water above our legs making pretty patterns.  Then
with a gasp, another shorter string of cum and
another...Joey was quietly saying, "Oh Oliver..oh
Oliver".  His strong buttocks closing on my lower hand
with each contraction as his hole closed tightly on my
finger each tine he fired off and then I felt that
fantastic other worldly feeling of  my own cum soaring
up from my nuts and out through my boner into the bath
water, forming creamy patterns along side us.  Then I
shot two more smaller blast of sperm and without
thinking I kissed the side of Joey's cheek and then
held his face tight against mine before kissing him
again.

 Joey said, "Oooh, man.  I feel funny again, Oliver."
I kissed him again as more of his cum drooled out the
end of that long cock of his.  Then I licked the side
of his cheek because I simply couldn't help myself.
The feel of him, the smell of him.  I knew I had to
get myself under control and in a few minutes I
did...with a supreme effort I stood up while keeping
Joey upright and I got out of the tub.  I grabbed a
towel and dried our arms and chest enough so we
weren't too slippery and I got him out of the tub
hopping on his one good leg to the wheelchair.  We
were still fairly drunk so none of it was easy.

Over to his bed with both of us still naked and Joey
says, "Can you stay with me in my bed awhile, Oliver?
I don't feel too good."  I got both of our naked
bodies under his sheet, wrapped my arms around Joey's
chest and held him against me.  He rustled around a
bit getting snug against me and, just like that, he
went to sleep.  Believe it or not, so did I.  In the
morning we both woke up with a boner and a hang over.
We did not talk about last night, but Joey was very
clingy so he didn't seem to be upset we were naked
together in one twin bed.

After we both fell back to sleep for another hour or
so we did get up and had two bottlesof orange juice
and three Tylenol each. I went through our bathroom
ritual, minus the bath, taking care of Joey's needs.
Then just before wheeling him back to our room I
thought to myself, "what the hell" and asked....,
"Joey, would you mind if I cut your pubes?  It would
make taking care of some stuff easier."  He told me he
was in my hands, whatever I thought was best was OK by
him.

If I wasn't still a tiny bit under the influence of
the beer I probably wouldn't be brave enough to have
brought that up, but he did say OK so I sat his naked
body on the edge of the tub with his legs inside the
tub.  The first night in our room I'd found a pair of
electric hair clippers in with all the "handicap"
items so I plugged it in and clipped off all of Joey's
pitch black pubic hair which fell into the tub and
eventually were washed down the drain.  He didn't have
any hair on his ass or his balls so it was just the
pubic patch.

His cock was getting bigger as I buzzed away and it
all gave me such a hard, throbbing boner myself from
looking at Joey's cock grow and watching those pubes
just fall away from his body.  There were a lot of
them.  It made me think of Frankie's bright red pubes
blowing around Frankie and me on the loading dock that
time.  That time he'd gotten a splinter near his nuts
and I had to cut his pubes with scissors looking for
the splinter....... my boner got harder and harder.

It was necessary to sit back on my ankles and take
deep breaths to keep from fainting.  I was very
stimulated and dizzy, but finally was able to stand-up
and while putting the clippers away I hear Joey say,
"Boy, that looks funny, dude." He was rubbing his
fingers around the sandpaper feel of his clipped
pubes.  He seemed fine with that so I got another idea
and said, "I'm not done, Joey.  Just a minute."  I wet
his bristly pubes, lathered them with lots of shaving
cream and massaged the shaving cream all around the
clipped pube area.  Then with meticulously care I
shaved him clean as a baby's bottom with him saying,
"This is giving me a hard on Oliver."

After that I got us both dressed and we went out for
brunch.  As it turns out Joey developed some kind of a
fetish about shaved pubes which he claims he hadn't
realize he had before this.  He wants me to do the
razor shaving part twice a week and occasionally he'll
spurt cum without me even stroking his boner.  All
through the saving he grunts and hisses air through
his teeth.  When he starts the spontaneous spunking
he'll say, "Oliver" and I know he wants me to stroke
his cock to finish off the climax.  I've had
dreams...real dreams, in my sleep.....about sucking
his cock and sucking his nuts and licking all around
his belly and down in the shaved area.  Twice I
spontaneously creamed my bed in my sleep from having
that dream......Joey really turns me on.

But before all that spontaneous spunking happened, we
had our weekend apart coming up.....Joey's doctor's
visit and my Alexander visit.  I was gulping with
excitement.  The night before we would be splitting up
for the first time in more than a month, during his
bath  Joey said, "Fuck, Oliver...I'm just realizing
how much I'm going to miss you the next two days.
You're the first gay friend I've ever had and I have
to tell you...you've changed my mind about gays.
You're the nicest guy I've ever met and it's obvious
how conscientious you are about my care.  I just want
to say thank you...no joking around about it.  We goof
off with the wacking off and all but what are we doing
wrong...nothing really.  So, thank you, Oliver.  I'll
never forget you, man."

I'd heard the "gay friend" comment loud and clear so
no more dancing around that topic I guess.  I was
washing his shaved groin area when I said, "You don't
mind a gay guy doing this to ya?"  Joey told me he
didn't mind if the gay guy was me.  He went on to tell
me that all my hugging and little kisses etc made him
feel good,  just as good as my hand jobs did.  He said
that he had always been a touch-feely kid and was
always hugging someone and that, quite frankly, he had
been really  missing the bodily contact before he met
me.   He told me, quite seriously, that he had always
wacked off a couple of times or more a day....that was
prior to his accident of course.  It had been hell
going a month without relief and when I was willing to
do him he almost cried he was so grateful.....and
getting off with me stroking his cock was maybe the
hottest thing he'd experienced so far in life.  I
thought to myself.... maybe there's a chance he is gay
but doesn't know it...like you know who.

Joey'smother picked him up Friday after classes.  She
looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Are you keeping
your word, Arthur?  Are you taking care of Joseph's
basic needs?"  I said, "Oh, yes ma'am".  I wheeled
Joey to the car and helped him in.  After putting the
chair in the trunk I waved goodbye to Joey who looked
sad but who came up with that beautiful smileof his
just before the car pulled away.  Later I jerked off
thinking about Joey and about Alexander too.  Tomorrow
around 4:30 pm I'm driving down to Delaware and my
"date" with Alexander North.  I'm wicked nervous and
excited......

to be continued

Donny Mumford         thinat20@yahoo.com