Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2003 12:08:49 -0500
From: Josh <btomandback@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sea Change, Pt 10

A note to the reader: I once had sex three days after some heavy duty
abdominal surgery. Just so you know, that sort of thing can be done.

SEA CHANGE Pt 10

If I just had time.

I was only in the hospital one more day before they let my folks drive me
home. It hurt like hell to move, even to breath. But there are things that
can hurt worse than broken bones, and I felt those things more keenly.

Within a couple of days of being home, my parents had scheduled my knee
surgery for the following week at the regional medical center in San
Antonio. Oddly, my surgery fell at the beginning of a week of early
registration session at Trinity. Since my surgery would be laparoscopic, I
could at least wheel around in a wheel chair and make registration at
Trinity, even if it looked like I would miss early registration at UT.

I felt like people were pulling strings and I was being manipulated. My
Granddad made arrangements for me to use the facilities and trainers at
Trinity for some of my physical therapy. Since my surgeon was at the
regional health center in San Antonio, Trinity would put me conveniently
close for any follow-up visits.

I had already been accepted at Trinity. Now I was invited by letter and
phone call to join the Honors Program. I was also promised a sizeable
academic scholarship and a grant. I even received a call from the professor
I had met who is an author. He called to tell me how sorry he was that I
had been injured and how he hoped to see me in the fall.

Meanwhile, Dr. Reese pulled a few strings of his own. I had already been
accepted at UT. He arranged for me to get academic counseling by phone and
early registration by proxy (Daniel, actually).

Dr. Reese called and spoke to me frankly about his reasons for wanting to
pay for me to go to UT. One was that he felt partly responsible for what
happened to me. Another was, he said honestly, that he felt that if Daniel
and I were together, we would be a good influence on each other. (I
understood that to be more that I would be a good influence on
Daniel). And, of course, Dr. Reese added, he believed I would have much
better opportunities at UT.

I felt like I was in a tug of war that extended deep into my own heart. On
the one hand, I wanted to fulfill my dream to room with Daniel and maybe
even be able to take some courses with him; but I wanted the Daniel I knew
before he moved to Houston. Not Daniel the bed hoper. Not Daniel the whimp.

There it was. I was bitter. And I tried not to be. My feelings for Daniel
were as mixed as my feelings about the schools. Hell, Daniel was the reason
my feelings were mixed about the schools to begin with. Take Daniel out of
the equation and it was Trinity, hands down.

Trinity was smaller, less intimidating to a small-town guy. The academics
were equal or better. There was the opportunity to be mentored by a
writer. I was promised physical therapy available on campus. And to top it
off, I liked San Antonio far better than Austin, though, for a gay, Austin
had more action.

But I felt all actioned out. And in the end, I guess that decided it as
much as anything. When you have been badly injured, it takes the wind out
of your sails. I was tired.

If I had more time; more time to think, more time to recover, more time to
repair my relationship with Daniel, things could have gone very
differently.

Daniel did call, but our conversations were a little stilted. He could not
understand my even considering Trinity. He kept pointing out that for two
years we had planned to go to UT together.

My Dad proposed a compromise that sounded good at the time, but I wondered
if the old fox had more behind his suggestion than met the eye. Dad
proposed that I take my first year at Trinity, maybe second too, if I
needed. I would be close to my doctor while I worked through my therapy and
worked to get back into running form.

That would also give me some time to recover in a more protected
atmosphere. I could get some mentoring from the professor I liked. All my
credits should transfer easily. Perhaps I could even reclaim my scholarship
when I went to UT. Besides, he pointed out; San Antonio is only an hour's
drive from Austin. I could see Daniel every single weekend if I wanted. He
even offered to buy me a good used car to have on campus and be able to
drive to Austin on weekends.

The compromise mollified Daniel. It was definitely not his first choice,
but the promise of weekends together and then being together the following
year made the compromise acceptable.

What made the compromise most attractive to me was that it placated
everyone and I could relax. I did not need to worry about offending my
Granddad (at least for a year or two) or my Mom, for that matter. And it
gave me time to heal, and to heal my feelings for Daniel.


COLIN

They say that every dark cloud has a silver lining. Mine that summer was
Colin. From the time Mom and Dad brought me home from the hospital, Colin
became my chief care giver. I was so sore, that first night Dad and Colin
undressed me. Colin had already seen the facial bandages. And he did not
say much at the taped ribs and bruised torso; or at my taped knee and
bruised legs. But when Dad pulled down my boxers for me to take a leak into
a bed bottle, Colin gasped at the bruises in my groin area.

The doctor had assured me that nothing was permanently damaged, despite how
I felt. In fact, overall, I was in such good shape that other than the
damage to my ribs and my knee, I had mainly bruises and
abrasions. Nevertheless, I was still so sore, especially my ribs, that I
needed help to get up. And I couldn't stand more than a few seconds on my
good leg, without the pain becoming too much in my knee. But the doctor had
been emphatic that I needed to try.

Those first few days, Colin helped me get up to use the john. A few times
when I didn't even want to get up, he brought a bed bottle for me to use
and emptied it for me when I was done.

Colin took turns with my parents removing the bandages from my face and
applying salve to my eye. Evidently at first, from the faces they made, my
eye looked pretty bad.

Colin gave me body baths. He was a little rough in a "I'm just doing a
job," kind of way. It wasn't until the third day that I sprung my first
boner. Colin ignored it.

The next day was the day before I had to leave for surgery. Colin scrubbed
me extra well, giving me a good bed bath. As he was doing my thighs, I
spring a boner again. I was beginning to think some of the pain in my balls
might be from blue balls--the other kind of blue balls; the kind you get
when you go too long without an emission.

Colin, again, ignored my cock as it rolled up to lie hard and flat on my
belly.

I asked if before he left, he could leave me a box of tissues "In case I
need to blow my nose."

Colin was scrubbing my left leg and smiled up at me. "Blow your nose, huh?"
He continued scrubbing, then reached up and began to gently stroke my
cock. "Needing to get a load off, bro?"

I arched my hips a little, "Yeah, it's been a while."

Colin tried to be gentle, but I still cringed with occasional pain. Colin
bent over and took me into his mouth. That felt much better and I
sighed. Colin sucked mainly at the tip of my cock and swirled his tongue
over the head.

"We can sixty-nine," I offered.

Colin simply kept sucking, lightly rubbing the sides of my butt. It did not
take long for me to come, copiously. Colin swallowed it all. As he sat back
up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, "Damn, I guess
you did need to cum."

"Oh, thanks, Colin. You have no idea how much I needed that. I needed it
bad!" I said, "And I may still need you to leave a box of tissues." I was
still hard.

Colin began stroking his own cock under his shorts. "You really think you
can handle a sixty nine?"

"As long as I lay on my back and you don't get too excited," I said.

Colin stood up and dropped his pants. His hard cock sprung up as the pants
slid past. He stroked as he stood over me, trying to figure out the best
way to go about things. Carefully, he planted a knee on either side of my
head and lowered his cock to my face as he bent forward and began licking
the crown of my cock.

I had forgotten Colin's smell. His balls dropped loosely to my nose and I
breathed deeply of him. I carefully lifted my arms so that I could grasp
the sides of his butt and pulled him down into my throat. His body blocked
the view from my good eye, so I just relaxed and enjoyed the feelings he
was giving me and his scent.

Colin did most of the work at both ends, bobbing on my cock and pumping his
hips gently. Colin also lifted and rolled my balls soothingly in his
fingers. I could tell he was enjoying my smell too when he pulled his mouth
off my cock and buried his nose under my balls. He licked and sniffed; his
chin rubbed the underside of my cock. His cock became harder and he pumped
more firmly.

My face hurt a little, but at that moment, I was glad to take care of
Colin, even in such a small way after all he had taken care of me. Soon he
was bouncing all the way into my mouth. When he came, it was well down my
throat, but the taste followed his cock as I cleaned it on the way out.

He left the end of his cock softening in my mouth while he took my cock
into his mouth again. His work between my legs and on my balls had made me
ready. When I felt his warm mouth close over my cock and the suction once
his lips sealed, I bucked involuntarily and began shooting.

Colin climbed off, and then knelt beside the bed while he gently cleaned my
genitals with a bed rag. Without looking at me, he said, "I'm not gay."

"That's cool," I said.

He looked up at me to see if I was being sarcastic. Then he said, looking
directly at me, "I'm really not. I know you want me to be gay like you,
but..."

"You're full of shit," I said, "I don't care if you're gay. But I sure am
grateful for what you just did for me."

Colin smiled, "It was OK for me too, I guess."

"Relax, Colin. So what if you're bi? I know you're not gay; not the way you
are getting it on with the girls."

Colin rubbed my thighs. "If I am bi, it's only with you bro. Damn, why did
you let that creep mess up such a beautiful body?"

"So don't you love me anymore?" I joked, knowing that Collin was one person
who would love me no matter what I looked like.

Still on his knees, he moved up beside my head, then bent forward and
hugged me lightly by the shoulders. He brushed my hair back from my
face. "If I had been there, that bastard would be paste."

I gave him a mellow grin. "I'm glad you weren't there. We'd be bathing each
other."

"That might be fun," Colin laughed.


In San Antonio, along with the surgery, they cut off the bandages around my
ribs. It was probably my imagination, but it felt like some things came
"unstuck" inside. But instead of the bandages, the orthopedist wanted me to
wear a stretchable, removable, girdle of rubber with velcro at the ends. It
wrapped tight and pulled my ribs together again.

They also removed the bandage over my eye. I decided that I had improved
because instead of looks of horror, my eye now only drew looks of pity and
slight repulsion.

The surgery was more involved than the doctors had thought it would be; the
damage was more extensive. They slapped a plastic cast on my knee to
immobilize it and kept me overnight in the hospital after the surgery. The
cast was something new, evidently. They told me that after a day or two, I
could even shower, but that it would be better to wrap the cast in a
plastic trash bag to try to keep the cast (and my skin underneath) dry.

They kept me overnight and then put me in a wheel chair and sent me to
register for college.

We registered, made payment, and took care of all the details required to
enroll in a modern university in an afternoon and the following morning. By
the time we returned home, I was bone tired. I took some pain pills my
doctor gave me and went to bed before supper. I slept straight through
until morning. When I woke, I really needed to piss.

I threw my pillow at Colin's head to wake him. I needed him to help get me
up and into the bathroom. I had fallen asleep in my shorts and shirt. That
turned out to be a problem. With one arm over Colin's shoulder, I had
trouble fumbling with my zipper. "Shit," I cussed, "if I don't get this out
soon, I'm going to pee down my leg."

Colin is not in his best mood in the mornings and groused about how things
would be different if I had a decent sized cock, while he reached down with
the hand that wasn't holding the one I had draped over his
shoulder. Between us, we managed to jam the zipper.

"Colin! I've really got to go!"

"Damn it, hold still," Colin stepped out from under my arm while I balanced
on one foot. Grabbing my pants firmly, he jerked them down hard. Then he
quickly stood up again under my arm while I shoved down my boxers to get my
dick out.

With relief, I directed my stream at the toilet as Colin and I, both off
balance, and my legs bound together by my boxers and shorts, slowly leaned
to my free side and began to fall. While I drew a piss line across the
bathroom wall, Colin tried to get himself under me to break my fall. I
landed on my butt, still pissing.

Colin had managed to slow my fall a little. At least it didn't hurt very
badly. Until I started laughing.

I leaned back against Colin who was lying behind me, laughing as I tried to
arch the last of my piss into the toilet. I'd laugh a moment, then gasp,
then laugh, then gasp. Tears were streaming from my eyes.

Colin was concerned until he realized the tears were from laughter. I
managed to gasp out, "It hurts...like hell...when...I laugh." And then I
laughed harder, and cried out in pain.

Colin started to laugh but he was concerned. And I could not stop
laughing. Everytime I started to settle down, I remembered that slow line
of piss drawing across the wall as we fell in almost slow motion.

I managed to kick off my pissed shorts and boxers. Knowing I would have to
shower, I also took off my shirt, which except for the cast on my knee and
the wrapper around my ribs, left me as naked as Colin. Colin started to
slide out from under me, "Just hold still a second Sean. I'll get us all
cleaned up."

"Just toss me a towel," I told him. "As long as I'm down here, I can clean
up some of the mess."

Colin did just that. And I began wiping up urine off the tile floor. I had
finally begun to settle down, when Colin started stifling giggles. He
finally gave in to a hearty laugh, "That was funny--as long as you're OK,
that is."

"Well, I think I busted all my ribs again, laughing so hard," and I felt
like I really had broken something again.  "It hurts like hell," and then I
started snickering, "but it was soooo funny watching..." I broke out
laughing again and stretched out on the floor to try to breathe.

"It's funny now," Colin said, "but how the hell are we going to get you off
the floor?"

"I'm not sure," I said, and tried to roll to my hands and good knee,
keeping my other leg straight. But, especially with the pain in my ribs, I
was not sure what to do next.

Colin was walking around me, eyeing the problem.

"I can crawl to the toilet and work my way up," I said and started to try
to move that way.

"How about if I just stand here," Colin said, planting himself firmly in
front of me, "and you work your way up me? Just grab where you need to and
pull yourself up."

I started to. I got up onto my one knee by doing a hand over hand up
Colin's legs. But then, when I tried to pull higher, my ribs hurt. "Here,"
Colin said, bending down. He grabbed me under my butt and pulled me up by
my ass. There was an unpleasant moment while my sore knee worked through a
rough angle, but then I was up, and Colin was holding our naked bodies
pressed together by my butt. Together, everywhere.

Despite our differences in coloring, Colin was definitely my brother. We
had the same lack of body fat, the same lanky build, breadth of shoulders,
and narrowness of hips. He was almost my height. Our waists were almost at
the same height. His cock was very long with a large crown, like mine. Only
his deep red hair and creamy skin, contrasted with my blond/brown hair and
tan. He was my brother, and at that moment, he felt very dear.

As I tried to stabilize myself, I just jiggled us together more. We stood
there. His breath flowed warmly down my back. I was breathing down his
chest. His cock was coming up hard and his hands worked my butt in an
almost natural reaction. I put my hands on his waist as my cock began to
rise as well. Our dicks were pressing up into each other's balls.

"I think I'm feeling suddenly better," I said, and lifted my head to look
at Colin. Colin was looking at me seriously and grabbed my butt
harder. "Damn, you're still ugly," he said. I closed my eyes and brushed my
lips on Colin's. He kissed back. Our mouths locked.

I reached between us and straightened our cocks up between our bellies,
giving his cock a stroke. "Will you help me shower," I asked in a husky
voice.

His hands grabbed my butt harder and he kissed me, almost fiercely. I put
my arms around his waist and ran my hands over his firm, muscled butt.

He kissed down into the hollow of my neck, "What about your knee? Don't we
need to get some plastic?"

"I think I pissed it anyway. Get the plastic bag out of the trash can." We
wiped off my cast and then tucked the plastic trash bag into it, top and
bottom. "Let's just try to keep it as dry as we can, and then I'll dry it
when we're done."

Colin rose from where he knelt at my knee. We were both still hard and he
brushed past my cock on the way up. As he stood, he grasped our cocks and
pressed the undersides together. He stroked them, as we both watched. I
ripped off my chest wrapper. Then, leaving them pointing up between our
bodies, Colin stepped up against me and ran his arms under mine. Colin
rubbed his mouth up the length of my neck to behind my ear, pressing our
bodies together for a moment.

He stepped back and put an arm around my waist and helped me to the shower.

We stroked each other as we waited for the water to become hot. I looked
again at my brother's body. It's no wonder the girls were after him. He was
hot. I wondered if my body looked as good to him.

Colin helped me maneuver into the shower as I tried to keep my bandage out
of the stream of water. It was pretty hopeless.

Once in, we embraced again. Colin began bathing the both of us as we stood
belly to belly. We each turned as we rinsed the soap from each other. And
then I found Colin's slippery butt pressed back against my cock. He leaned
back against my chest. My arms crossed in front of him and I grasped his
cock.

"Do it," he said.

I looked, and found some body lotion. I spread it into Colin's butt and
over my cock. Colin put his hands on the wall and leaned forward. He swayed
his back, so that it sloped in a long line from his shoulders down to where
the muscles of his butt rested under my cock.

I stabilized myself by putting both hands firmly on the back of his
waist. I hopped and poked until I found the spot, and then pressed in. All
the way in. Colin grunted.

Colin swayed his back even more, pushing his butt snugly onto my cock and
between the tops of my legs. It was a damn good fit, and I savored it, just
holding myself pressed in.

As I supported myself with my hands on top of his hips, and some of my
weight on my one good leg, I began pumping in from my hips. The muscles in
Colin's back were working. I pumped for a while. My arms and leg were
getting a little tired. I laid more and more of my weight onto Colin's
back. As the base of his spine began to press firmly against my pubic bone,
I came.

The water ran down my back and butt. My cock continued to throb inside
Colin. He groaned. As the throbbing of my cock died, I became aware of a
painful throbbing in my knee.

"Did you cum yet?" I asked. Colin shook his head.

"I'm getting a little tired. Can we dry off and let you do me in bed?"
Colin nodded.

We parted our bodies, rinsed again, and turned off the water. Colin dried
us both and helped me into the bedroom. I could lie on my bed two ways
comfortably; either on my stomach or on my back. I opted for my stomach.

Colin rubbed my butt and kept a hand on an ass cheek while he lubed me,
then himself. Then he climbed astride me. I felt his strong, long legs
against my sides and felt his cock search for my hole. Finding it, he slid
in and lowered his body onto my back. The pressure between his chest and
the bed, actually felt good on my ribs. His body felt good, as he stretched
his legs back and pressed the inside of his thighs against the outside of
mine.

He began thrusting into me, his breath on the back of my neck. Colin's cock
was big, and filled me well. In that position, it pressed down against my
prostate. I became hard again. It sometimes feels very good to get
fucked. Almost like having your cock rubbed from the inside.

Colin pumped for a long time, and I just rested and let him drive the
feelings down in me.

He ran his arms up under my shoulders, supporting his weight on his
elbows. He was moving faster. Each thrust rubbed my prostate and built up
the force of my coming orgasm like the pumping of an air gun.

I came before he did, and when I did, my ass began clenching hard. Colin
reacted with faster, longer thrusts, and came himself, plunging all the way
in.

We both just laid there a moment, catching our breath. "Did I hurt you?" he
asked.

"No," I reassured him, "but you sure as hell toasted a ton of my nerve
endings. I've made a mess of myself and my bed. Probably just as well that
I get up and go sit some."

Colin rose up of me, went into the bathroom, and returned with a wet rag
for me to clean myself.

"Need help getting up?" he asked.

"What? And get us started all over again?" I kidded.


Colin and I "messed around" a couple more times before I left for school,
but as I was better able to take care of myself, we lost those spontaneous
opportunities.


Daniel came down for a week in August. Mom made up a bed for him, and only
him, in the living room, making clear that the house rules for his stay did
not allow for conjugal visits. When Daniel drove in, shortly before supper,
we gave each other a very non-sexual hug. But that was not only for the
benefit of my family.

Daniel looked me over, and asked about my eye, my nose, my knee, my ribs,
my everything. He seemed uncomfortable watching me walk on crutches. So I
tried not to use them too much.

Mom really pleased me. She treated Daniel like the friend he was. I knew
Dad would.

After supper, we simply visited. Even my little sister stuck around. She
liked Daniel. "Well," I thought, "it runs in the family."

As we prepared to head to our beds that night, Daniel pulled me aside,
"Will you be coming to the living room later?"

"No, Daniel. Not here." I squeezed his arm. "Maybe tomorrow we can get some
privacy to talk."

"Talk?"

As I looked at Daniel, it came home to me how much I loved him, and had
missed him. I raised an eyebrow, "OK. Maybe a more 'in depth' discussion."
Then I grinned.

The next day, Daniel, Colin, and I drove around visiting friends. Daniel
told me how things were going with his parents. I told him about news
around town. That afternoon, Daniel went to see his aunt and uncle and his
cousins Ryan and David. I stayed home, thinking it would be less awkward
with Uncle James.

Late, after supper, Daniel and I went for a drive stopped at a park. Daniel
helped me limp on my crutches to a concrete picnic table at the back of the
park. We sat on it with our feet on one of the benches as the sun set
between some trees.

It was a few moments before either of us spoke.

"How are you doing?" Daniel asked.

"I'm OK."

He looked at me. "How are we doing?"

I thought about how to answer that. "I still love you. A lot."

"And do you still hate me too? Will you ever forgive me?"

"I don't hate you. I'm sorry I ever said that, but I was mad as hell at
you. I'm trying to forgive you, Daniel. I decided that if I'm going to
spend the rest of my life with you, it would be an awfully long time to be
mad."

"It'd give you ulcers," he nodded.

"I'd make sure you got them, too," I said simply.

He chuckled.

"But Jimmy the Creep is a different story," I said. "I think I can stay mad
at him a long time."

Daniel looked toward the setting sun. "I don't blame you. But honestly, I
think that as long as you stay mad at him, some part of you will stay mad
at me. At least, I'll feel that way."

I thought about that. "It's hard to let it go."

"Maybe if we give it time."

"Maybe."

It was getting dark. There were a couple of families in the park. No one
was looking at us. I felt it was important. I put my hand on Daniel's
thigh. He turned and smiled at me. Then placed his hand on mine. I moved
closer so that our shoulders and sides touched.

We sat there as the sun went down and the park grew dark. There was only
one family left, across the park. I put an arm over Daniel's shoulder and
drew him closer. We inclined our heads together. I rubbed Daniel's thigh
with my free hand.

Quietly he said, "My butt's getting sore on this table."

"I'll rub it for you."

We both looked across the park. The last family was leaving. We turned and
smiled at each other.

Daniel kissed me. As his lips touched mine, he moved my hand up his
thigh. He was hard and I could feel his cock extending down his pants
leg. I squeezed it. His hand went behind my head and his tongue probed into
my mouth.

Our mouths locked together, we lay back on the table. My ribs hurt and my
knee was hard to manage on my side, so I rolled to my back. Daniel stayed
with me, supporting his chest lightly over mine as his tongue made love to
my mouth. He pulled up my shirt and lightly rubbed a hand over my
stomach. I ran my fingers into his hair as he began kissing my cheeks, my
eyes, my ears and neck. His hand on my belly slid under the waistbands of
my boxers and shorts and down into my pubic hair.

His hand moved farther down, rubbing down past my cock, cupping my balls as
he mouthed my neck and throat. "Be gentled," I said, "I'm still a little
sore down there." Daniel rested his forehead on my neck.

I scooted myself up lengthwise onto the table, and removed my shirt and
chest wrap. Daniel kept his hand in my pants as I moved. When I lay back
down, he unfastened my pants and pulled them off with my sandals.

Daniel removed his own clothes before climbing back onto the table to lie
on his side beside me. He propped his head on an elbow while he began
fondling my balls with his other hand. He smiled down at me. I spread my
legs wider and sighed. He bent to kiss my lips, and whispered, "You'd be
happy if I rubbed your balls all night."

"Let's try."

"There are some other things I want to do first," Daniel put his leg over
my middle so that his thigh lay on my cock. He rubbed my cock with it. His
hand went to my nipple and his kissed my lps again. I reached down my side
and grasped his cock, and stroked it. Daniel began kissing down my neck and
chest, running his hands over my body. As his mouth moved over my belly, I
returned my hands to his hair.

He licked down from my naval and moved to kneel between my legs. His hands
rubbed my thighs and pushed my legs wider apart as he licked down past my
cock. He licked down the inside of first one thigh, then the other. Pushing
my legs still wider, Daniel reached with his tongue down under my balls.

I watched Daniel's blond head as he bathed my balls with his tongue and
nibbled at my scrotum with his lips. I really would have been glad for him
to play with my balls all night, but he began licking up my cock. He licked
the crown and took it into his mouth. His lips closed around the shaft. As
he began to slide his lips and tongue up and down my cock, his hands slid
up my belly. I relaxed, putting my hands behind my head, and I humped my
cock up into Daniel's mouth.

Above, the evening breeze blew wisps of barely discernable clouds past the
stars. The warm, sultry wind blew over our bodies. And it came to me that
the incredible things I was feeling were incredible because it was Daniel
between my legs; it was Daniel taking care of me. There was such a full
feeling in my heart, my chest swelled with a ragged sigh. Daniel squeezed
my nipples.

I moved my hands to his hair and rested them on that treasured, bobbing
head. I loved him.

Things began stirring down in my balls. "I'm going to cum soon if you keep
that up," I warned.

Daniel deep throated my cock and rubbed his tongue under the length. His
head lifted to the tip of my cock, and then he took me all the way in
again, so that his mouth pressed around the base of my cock, and his chin
pressed my balls. My legs involuntarily closed over his back. I rested the
weight of my cast on him.

I cradled Daniel's head in my hands as I came into his mouth, and I watched
him swallow my cum. As he sucked and licked me clean, I stroked his hair.

When he was done, he looked up at me and smiled as he kissed the tip of my
still hard cock. Then he crawled up; his body hovering over mine. He laid
his cock on mine as our mouths met. I wrapped my arms over his neck and he
slid his forearms under my shoulders.

He pressed his cock to mine and ground lightly. He pressed his mouth to
mine more firmly. As his chest and belly came to rest on mine, I wrapped my
good leg over the backs of his.

He wrapped his arms tightly under me and nuzzled my neck as he began to
slowly rub his cock on my belly. I ran my hands over the the smooth skin of
his sides and back, and kissed his neck. I said, "You know, we really do
belong together."

He pressed his cock harder into me. My cock responded. He lifted his head
to look down into my eyes. "You have no idea how much I love you," he
said. Then he rubbed my nose with his and laid his forehead on mine. "You
have no idea how much it hurt when you decided to go to Trinity. I had
looked forward to being with you like this every night for so long."

My hands paused in their exploration of his back. I searched his face. He
was not accusing, simply stating fact. I had never really thought that
Daniel might be hurt. I was sure he had ceased to care for me as much as I
cared for him.  Regret filled me. "Daniel, I...I'm so sorry." I
swallowed. "Will you please forgiv..." His lips pressed down on mine. And
he continued to rub his cock on my belly.

When his lips left mine, I said, "But it will only be for this year. Hell,
maybe I could even transfer for spring."

Daniel pressed his face back into the nape of my neck. "No. We'll be
fine. I'll just rape you every weekend."

I hugged him as tightly as my ribs could handle. "Rape me now, Daniel." I
pressed my lips to the side of his head. "Make love to me now." He sucked
the hollow of my neck. "I can't move like I would like to for you," I said,
then chuckled at my incapacity, "You'll just have to stick it in one end or
the other."

"What if I don't want to stick it into either end. What if I want to just
do this?" he asked as he continued to rub his cock on my belly and nuzzle
my neck. "We've always liked just doing this, haven't we?"

He pushed his cock hard up my belly. I knew his body. He was hot and
getting ready. I pressed my cock back up against him and our ballsacks
rubbed each other. We began rocking our crotches together in rhythm. I
opened my thighs as wide as I could to give his cock a harder platform and
felt more of him on me.

Each time our cocks pushed together up our bellies, the main point of
pressure between us traveled down our shafts to our balls, which we pressed
together and I pulled hard on his butt. Then we would relax back before
pushing again.

We kissed. And rubbed cocks.

A car drove past the park. I was barely aware of it. Guttural noises were
bubbling in my throat as I pulled Daniel's butt hard against my wide spread
legs each time we rocked our pelvises together.

Daniel planted his hands on either side of my chest and pushed up, putting
more pressure at our crotches. His back arched as he began to spray his cum
between us. I pulled hard on his butt and pushed my cock up, lifting Daniel
on me. As our balls press together, I came as well, mixing our cum on my
belly and chest. For one exquisite moment, every one of our muscles were
tensed as Daniel was arched over me and I held him up with my crotch. Our
cocks throbbed together and our balls pressed against each other.

With the last drops of cum, we relaxed. Daniel settled back onto me, and I
realized that my ribs were very sore. But I held him in my arms. In that
moment, the last bit of hardness melted in my heart, and I could care less
about Jimmy or what ever did or did not happen to him. Daniel left no room
in my heart for any more hurt.


Daniel took me shopping. We replaced my crutches with a black aluminum
cane. A cane that came just short of my waist and had a silver, grip-type
handle. It was definitely easier to carry than the crutches. Daniel thought
it was sexy, especially when I walked with it close to my side, or should I
say, hobbled with it close to my side. I still had quite a limp.

I liked the cane. It was easier, lighter; I could point at things with it,
and poke my brother in the butt.

Daniel and I had precious little private time together that week. We were
both sorry when it ended quickly. That last night, we sat out on our back
porch and made plans for the fall.

I would be starting at Trinity one week before Daniel. We set our first
date together for Austin, for the weekend after his first full week at
UT. Daniel told me that Roger had added some extra money to Daniel's
allowance. Roger said specifically that it was to be used on our times
together. I was surprised by the amount Daniel told me. It was definitely
enough for a couple of motel nights every weekend, if we wanted.

"There's one thing that I need to ask," I said.

Daniel looked to see if anyone was looking out a window and took my
hand. "What?"

"Are we going to, you know...stay faithful to each other?"

"You mean like not have sex? I mean with anyone else?"

"Yeah, I guess that's what I was wondering."

Daniel leaned back in his lawn chair and thought. "You know, it's not like
boy friend/girl friend. I mean, part of what makes gay gay--you know,
fun--is that the sex is so hot and, well, easy. We're boys. We like
fucking. Hell, you and I have always messed around before. But with anybody
else, it's just...just...sex."

I started to open my mouth, but Daniel went on, "You and I, Sean, will
always have each other. But we're not going to always be young and
desirable. I've seen old gays in Houston, trying to find some young
lay. Man, when it's gone, it's gone."

"Look," he went on, "it might be different if you and I were rooming
together..."

"That's a low blow," I interjected.

"And I'm not going to try to lay every boy at UT," he paused a moment,
"though that is an interesting thought."

I punched his shoulder.

"OK, OK. All I'm saying is that if some great looking guy wants to suck my
cock on some, Tuesday, say, when I have days to wait before we get
together, well...I just think it's no big deal."

I wasn't happy. My heart really belonged to Daniel and I just didn't even
want to think about anyone else. But I knew he was right. Guys get
horny. Sometimes you just have sex to get your rocks off. "Just sex, huh?"

"When it happens, yeah," Daniel said. He took my hand again. "Look, I'm
trying to be honest with you. You know me. I like sex. And so do you. You
know what it's like to get all horny and screw somebody. It will never be
the same as what we have."

I held his hand tightly as I said, "I know what I'm going to do. Every
weekend, we are going to have so much sex that your balls will dry up and
your cock will shrink this small," I held up two fingers about an inch
apart, "and I'll leave you exhausted so that you won't even think about sex
until the next weekend."

"Or you could drive up evenings to Austin," he grinned.

I looked at him a moment, speculatively.

"I was just kidding," he said. "Damn, you'd do it."

"It's tempting," I confessed. "Don't be surprised if I show up at supper
time."

He stood up. "Want to go for a walk?"


I felt lonely as Daniel drove away the next day. The next few weeks looked
like years.

I made arrangements by phone for Ryan to have my aquariums. His dad would
let him come get them after I had left for school.

The night before I left for Trinity, Colin came to my bed after he turned
out the lights.


COLLEGE, Fall

San Antonio lies at the edge of the Edwards Plateau and the Texas hill
country. The climate is temperate most of the year, and the low hills of
the Balcones escarpment descend from the north almost to the center of
town. On one of these long ridges lies the campus of Trinity University.

Trinity has a small, but pretty campus; large trees and surprisingly
contemporary buildings. It is located just west of San Antonio's
Brackenridge Park and Zoo, south of the wealthy homes of Olmos Park and
northeast of the historic Monte Cristo district.

Dad drove me up in his van, and Colin drove the car dad had bought for
me. The van had room for my stuff and would take both Dad and Colin
back. Colin drove my car because it would be hard for me to drive with the
cast on. The cast would be coming off at the doctor's office that morning
before I checked into the school.

I was a little embarrassed that I had to watch Dad and Colin haul most of
my stuff. I was self-conscious of my cane. I was grateful that at lease my
looks had returned almost to normal. The small bump on my nose would
probably stay for the rest of my life.

Since I was the first to the room, I laid claim to the top bunk. My
roommate, Kirk, arrived when we had just finished unloading and I was
sorting stuff out in my room. Dad and Colin helped Kirk and his brother
bring his things in.

Kirk (another freshman) seemed to be a decent guy, and an athlete. We all
hit it off right away. Our suitemates were also freshmen. One was from East
Texas and one from Arkansas. After we met them, Colin joked that I better
be careful or I would catch their accent. Dad laughed, "They could catch
yours."

Bonding activities were to begin with lunch. I kissed and hugged Dad and
Colin good bye. Kirk said good bye to his brother.

As we chatted that evening, I learned that Kirk had a girlfriend, but they
had agreed to date around in college. He was definitely straight; a fact I
would later lament, watching his lithe body when he was naked out of the
shower, or hanging around the room in just his briefs. I liked him. I
didn't know that we would ever be good friends, but as a roommate, I felt I
had done quite well.



There are advantages, and disadvantages to small, private colleges and they
are not always the ones you would expect. In their effort to integrate the
freshman class well and thoroughly into the small community of my new
college, the administration, brought in the entire freshman class the
Thursday before classes were to begin.

Sunday and Monday the upper classmen would arrive, do any late registration
or payments, and classes would begin Tuesday. Both Thursday and Friday were
crammed with "bonding" activities for us newbies.

I was surprised by how much I noticed the pretty girls. The campus was full
of them. And they looked damn good. Maybe I was bi after all. There was one
girl in particular who caught my eye, she had long blond hair the color of
Daniel's. Her eyes were the color of Daniels. In fact, she looked like a
female version of Daniel. When I realized that, I decided that her
resemblance to Daniel was what attracted me. Maybe I wasn't as bi as I had
begun to think.

There were also plenty of good looking guys. There were tall ones, short
ones, dark ones, light ones. There were guys with beards or mustaches and
guys who were clean shaven. There were muscular guys and thin. There were
chubs and giants. And they were all young.

Every time I sat on a bench or leaned against a tree going from one
activity to another, I found myself watching the boys go by. I tried not to
be obvious as I looked them over and checked their packages. I mentally
undressed several. And yes, I mentally undressed a few girls.

Even a college this small had twice the boys my age than my high school
did. And in my high school, they were all mainly Hispanic. Here, there were
tons of Caucasians like myself, Hispanics like I was use to, and Blacks and
Asians. And every one of them had a cock and balls. I thought of Daniel
sampling boys like chocolates and began to understand a little more what he
must have encountered when he moved to Houston.

All these good looking boys could easily be distracting, but because I
would be seeing Daniel every weekend, it did not seem that important to
meet other gays. The more of my freshman class I met, the more I unlikely I
thought it would be that I would find any gays in all of my school
anyway. Any gays that would be obvious enough for me to find would be
obvious for the rest of the school to spot as well. I wasn't sure I wanted
to start college already labeled gay.

I knew that San Antonio must have plenty of gays, but other than answering
messages on bathroom walls, I wasn't sure how to go about finding them.  It
might be a long time before I met a "kindred spirit" in San Antonio, at
least one I would want to get to know.

So I resigned myself to the straight life, at least on week days, and
"bonded."

By Friday afternoon, I was bonding activitied out. My strength had not
fully returned. Getting around with a cane on even a small campus was
wearing me out. I needed to get away from all that freshman fun. I decided
to sneak out of a couple of planned activities and treat myself to a nice
supper.

I drove to a street near the school where there were several trendy
restaurants. It was only 5:00 PM, but I had not eaten much all day and was
hungry. I decided on a nice looking Italian restaurant.

I watched a couple with a teenage son, enter the restaurant, and then held
the door for an elderly couple before following them in. The family with
the teenage son was talking to one of the two hostesses as I let the door
close behind me. Both of the hostesses were good looking young girls. There
was a third host, a guy. He was short with a thick head of black hair. If
not for a small goatee, his fine features would have made him look no older
than 16? 17? His hair had a wet look that, until then, I had only seen in
magazine ads. Despite the dark hair and dark eyes, his skin was creamy and
fair.

His eyes were on the teenage son of the couple in front of me. One hostess
led the family on in. The second hostess approached the elderly couple. The
eyes of the young host followed the butt of the family's teenage son. Only
after the family turned a corner did his eyes return to his desk. That is
when he noticed me. I was smiling right at him. He turned red. I flashed
him a thumbs up that the couple and hostess ahead could not see. He looked
down at his desk, very red.

"Finding gays may turn out to be easier than I thought," I thought and
approached his desk. He had recovered well when he looked up at me and
smiled, "One for dinner, sir?"

"Yes," I smiled down at him and read his name tag, "Mike." Our eyes met
briefly. His were bright and intelligent. He had long lashes and fine
eyebrows. (When a person looks at someone they find attractive, their
pupils tend to widen. It's a subliminal signal your body sends,
involuntarily.) Mike's pupils widened. I'm sure mine did too.

"Follow me, please."

He led me to a booth in one of the back rooms. As I sat down, Mike laid a
menu before me. "Your server will be Brian. He'll be right with you."

As he started to leave, I said, "My name is Sean. Thank you, Mike."

He paused and looked back at me. I was smiling at him. I had decided I
liked Mike. He turned red again.

As Mike left, Brian walked up to introduce himself. He was an outgoing,
thirtyish, guy whose smile made him good looking. He asked what I would
like to drink. "Water," I said. It was hot out.

Brian brought my water as Mike was leading a couple to a table nearby. As
he was seating them, I could tell Mike had his ear cocked as Brian said to
me, "You know, a great looking guy like you shouldn't be eating by
himself."

"Oh," I said, "I'm new in town and haven't made any friends yet."

"School?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, Trinity," I answered, my eye caught Mike's as he was passing back
by. A couple of menus slipped from his hands and he bent to pick them
up. He had a nice ass. As he was picking up the menus, he glanced back up
at me and caught me catching an eyeful. We both turned a little red.

"Real close then," Brian leaned against the booth. "Living in a dorm?"

I looked back up at him and nodded. Mike stood back up.

"You'll make lots of friends," he decided and walked away as Mike left as
well.

Brian was a friendly guy and very courteous. The food was good and took my
time.  I enjoyed watching Mike lead people to their tables. Every time he
could, he swung by my table on the way back up front, our eyes would meet,
he would blush, and we exchanged smiles. It was sort of a game.

When I was almost finished eating, Mike stopped at my table. He looked a
little bashful as he said, "I heard you tell Brian that you haven't made
any friends yet." I smiled. He continued, "You can make one tonight; a
friend that is," he was turning violently red and looked down at his
shoes. "I get off at 9:00."

There was something endearingly vulnerable about Michael. Something that
awakened my protector instincts. He attracted me. I waited until he lifted
his eyes back to mine. I smiled gratefully at him, "I would like that. Can
I meet you here?"

Mike smiled back and nodded. He looked happy. He touched my forearm and
left. Brian, coming up with my check, had observed the interchange. "You
really need to be careful with that smile, Sean. You can't just go around
melting people," he laughed. "You know, little Michael there is gay. He's
probably got a terrible crush on you now."

I smiled up at Brian, "Well I'm gay too. It'd be fine with me."

Brian nodded, "You sure as hell don't look gay, but I wondered. Well,
Michael is a shy kid. If you're interested, you'll have to ask him out."

"Actually," I said, taking the bill, "he already asked me."

Brian's jaw dropped, then he grinned, "Gotta be the smile."

When I left, Mike was busy with arriving customers. He smiled at me.

I pulled back into the parking lot shortly before nine and sat on one of
the waiting benches out front. It was much closer to 9:30 than 9:00 when
Michael walked out. He looked bummed until he saw me. His face brightened
immediately. "I thought you decided not to come."

"Maybe I should have leaned in to let you know I was here."

Michael sat down beside me. "It wouldn't have made a difference. They just
now let me off. It's been sort of busy."

Brian must have worked the same shift. He came out of the front door and
recognized me as he was walking past. He laughed, "So that's why Mike here
was so nervous this evening. You guys have a good night," he called back as
he headed to the parking lot.

I could tell Michael was blushing, even in the dark. "Do you have a car?"
he asked. "I walked."

"Yes, I have a car. You live close then?"

"Yeah, a couple of guys and I rent a small house just up the street. I'd be
glad to show it to you. I know you ate earlier, but I can fix us a
snack. Or we can go out somewhere."

"What would you like to do?" I asked.

"Honestly?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I just as soon go back to my place and relax."

"Come on," I slapped his knee and got up, "I'll drive us."

"Sean?" he asked, catching up with me, "Can I ask, uh..."

"What happened? Why the cane?"

"Yeah."

We arrived at the car. I unlocked the passenger door and walked around to
the driver's side. Michael leaned over from his seat and unlocked my door
before I could.

"Thanks," I said getting in. As I started the car, I answered his question,
"I'd say I was in a fight over my lover, but it wasn't much of a fight."

Michael's eyes widened. "Over a girl friend?"

"No," I said, "over my boy friend."

Michael looked stunned. "I never heard of two guys fighting over a guy
before," he thought out loud, "sometimes they just all go to bed together."

"I'm not sure that would have had any fewer complications," I chuckled.

"So I guess the other guy won, huh? Did you loose your lover?"

I turned to look at him, wondering about his intentions. Michael quickly
apologized, "I'm sorry Sean. I'm not normally so nosy." I could swear he
was turning red again.

"No, Michael. I did not lose my lover. His name is Daniel."

Michael had been guiding me to his house with hand signals as we
talked. "Here it is, just pull in front there."

We pulled to a stop in front of an old, mission style bungalow. The
property had been "made over," though. The yard had attractive landscaping
dominated by a large pecan tree. The house was freshly painted and the
front porch was adorned with potted and hanging plants.

Michael led the way inside. As I stepped in and the door closed behind me,
someone across the room cried out in an almost falsetto voice, "Oh gawd!"

There were two people across the room, sitting on a couch. One was a plain
looking, small, thin Hispanic guy with a pencil mustache. The other was a
"presence." The face was feminine but I could tell it belonged to a
boy. The skin was light, but I was pretty sure he was African-American. He
wore a light woman's robe and was staring at me with remarkably piercing
eyes. He rose to his feet and floated across the room toward us.

"Gawd," he repeated. Talking to Michael, but looking me over, he asked,
"Michael, honey, where did you find this one?"

He was slightly shorter than me. His physique was indefinable under the
robe. His movements were decidedly effeminate, but boldly so. He looked up
into my face and extended a limp hand, almost as if I was supposed to kiss,
rather than shake it. "Hi," he said, "My name's Lettie, or, if you catch me
without my make-up, Lenny."

I took his hand and gave it a little shake. Lenny did a half-swoon and fell
back against me. He was outrageous enough to be funny. I gave him a little
shove back onto his feet. As he turned around, I introduced myself, "I'm
Sean."

"I'm Richard, the young man on the couch said and waved."

Lenny walked in a circle around me, inspecting. "Hands off, Lenny," Michael
said.

Lenny turned two raised eyebrows toward Mike, "Oooh, our shy little Michael
is suddenly a lion." He stepped over to Michael and put an arm around his
shoulder. "And I don't blame you. He's worth fighting for."

Michael blushed. It was something he seemed to do with easy
regularity. "Unfortunately," Michael said, "Sean already has a lover."

Lenny's look toward me was outright combative, "A lover better than
Michael? Girl! Look at this beautiful boy," he said, putting his hands on
Michael's shoulders and spinning him in front of me, "a perfect little
body," and then in a more confidential voice, "but not little everywhere,"
and then back to a normal voice, "a wonderful personality, a little shy,
but faithful, and very selective. You're the first boy he's brought home
in....goodness knows how long."

Lenny stepped closer to me; much closer and challenged, "You can't tell me
your lover can measure up. And if you do, why, we'll just haul out our
little tape measures and see." His expression change, "By the way if your
lover is so wonderful, where is he?"

"He's from Houston and starts at UT next week," I informed him. "I'm
starting at Trinity."

"UT," Lenny squeeled. "There are so many gay boys up there...He didn't tell
you he was going to save himself for you did he?"

That was getting a little close to a tender spot and I guess my face showed
it. "Uh, huh," Lenny cried triumphantly, "no promises I see. Well while
he's up there `doing Austin' and you're down here," again he put an arm
over Michael's shoulder, "this beautiful little boy could use a good
friend." He winked.

"That is," he said, suddenly clutching Michael to him protectively, "if we
decide you measure up." He looked me up and down speculatively. "Maybe we
should see what you look like naked."

Micheal lifted a foot and kicked Lenny in the calf. Lenny chided him, "Well
Michael, honey, we're just looking out for your best interests."

"I'm fine, Lenny. Weren't you and Richard about to leave?"

Lenny huffed and crossed his arms. "Come on, Richard, darling. You can help
me get dressed." Lenny dropped his hands to his side and stepped so close
to me, we were almost belly to belly. "You treat our Michael right, Sean,"
he warned seriously, then cocked his head and asked, curiously, "Are you a
bottom or a top?"

Micheal shoved in from the side, pushing Lenny on toward his room. "Go get
dressed, Lenny. You know how much you enjoy that."

Lenny huffed and walked from the room, swaying his hips dramatically.

"Almost," Michael called after him, "as much as you like getting
undressed."

Lenny and Richard dissappeared behind a door which slammed.

"I hope you don't mind Lenny. He really is a nice guy and sometimes pretty
funny."

"So is he a, a drag queen."

"Oh yeah," Michael said as he led us farther into the room. "Lettie is
probably the prettiest drag queen in town. Come on in the kitchen, I'm
hungry."

"You're hungry and you just worked hours in a restaurant?"

"Too busy to eat, and besides, I've gotten so tired of Italian food...You
like fish sticks?"

"Sure, but I'm not really hungry."

"Well fish sticks are fast to fix and I like them."

We sat and talked in the kitchen while Michael fixed and ate his fish
sticks along with some reheated rice. I found out the Michael had grown up
in San Antonio and knew he was gay from an early age. A friend of his older
brother began sucking his cock when he was only six. I was surprised when
he said he was twenty-one. He looked so much younger.

"By the way," I asked, "Does bottom or top mean what I think it means?"

"Probably."

"So if you're a top, you like to do it and if you're a bottom, you like to
have it done"

Michael nodded his head.

"Hell, I didn't know you had to choose," I complained.

Michael asked, "So are you both a bottom and a top or neither a bottom and
a top?"

I shrugged, "Both, of course. You?"

Michael smiled and spread his hands in deprecation, "I'm a bottom."

Lenny and Richard stopped into the kitchen at that moment to say good bye
and flirt before Michael chased them off. Lenny was in drag and Michael was
right. He was strikingly good looking as a girl.

Michael gave me a beer and we moved to the living room where we sat at each
end of the couch.

"By the way," Michael said, "I'm not as shy as everyone makes me out to
be."

"It's probably all the blushing you do, and" I said, "I think you are a
little shy."

"Maybe a little," Michael acknowledged, "but when I have to be, I can be as
outgoing as anyone. That's how I made host at the restaurant. And I haven't
been shy with you."

"No," I admitted, "you haven't if you don't count all the blushing."

Michael blushed. "Tell me about your lover."

And so I told him. I told him everything, from when I first knew Daniel, to
our first lovemaking, and on up to this summer. I think the beer had
relaxed me. And perhaps it was the beer that made me feel warmly about
Michael. But I think it was more, having another gay guy I could open up
with and talk to. I had never had a gay friend who was just a friend. I
liked the feeling.

Something about Michael and I obviously clicked. I like him and he liked
me, personality-wise.

When I finished, Michael shook his head and said, "You've got it bad. You
really love Daniel then?"

"Hell yes."

"And he loves you."

"Yes."

Michael sighed and slid back in his seat. "I had been hoping to give you
enough beer to get you over to my side of the couch."

"I'm not use to drinking. I hardly ever do. Much more beer and you could
drag me to your side of the couch and I would never know it," I grinned.

Michael gave a bittersweet smile. "I wouldn't want to do it that way."

There was an awkward moment. "So," Michael said with a sigh of resignation,
"what is your major?"

We talked about my interests, and his interests. I was surprised that he
did not seem to have many, except for reading. He did like to get out and
do things, but he was not into bars and parties much. I was glad to hear
that. I had a second beer.

It grew late. We both yawned.

"You know, Sean," Michael said, "You don't have to try driving back
tonight. You can sleep over."

I was tired, and also a little sore from all the school activities. The
beer had made me just a little fuzzy headed. A little sleep sounded good.

"Maybe I will. If it's alright with you, I can just stretch out on this
couch."

"No, that would be too dangerous. Lenny will be coming home before long,
and if he finds you passed out on the couch, you would be in real
danger. Come with me."

I followed Mike. He showed me Lenny's room, which was messy, but tasteful
in an odd way. There was another bedroom which belonged to a guy named
Eric. Then Michael showed me his room. It was large, and like Eric's room,
had French doors that opened into a walled, garden, private to the two
bedrooms and the living room/den.

What made Michael's room unique was the floor to ceiling mirrors behind the
king size bed and the mirrored ceiling over the bed. "Damn, Michael," I
said looking at the mirrors, "I guess you aren't shy."

Michael laughed. "Oh, they came with the room."

"Who had it before."

"A hustler," Mike said simply.

"A hustler? You mean a..."

"Male prostitute. Yeah."

"He move?" I asked.

"When he got out of the business," Michael said as he opened the doors to
the garden and cooler air came in. Then he looked at me, "The room belonged
to Lenny, Sean. But he doesn't do that anymore. When one of the boys living
here, moved, Lenny took that room, and they rented this one to me."

I looked around the rest of the room. It was a plain room. There was a
chair and a chest. No bath.

"You can sleep in here with me, if you want. I won't attack you. And it
would be nice to have the company."

The bed looked inviting. I was tired. "Sure."

We each hit the john. Michael let me have a finger of toothpaste that I
used to clean out my mouth. Back in his room, I left on my boxers and he
left on his briefs. Michael had curly leg hair and a thin patch of chest
hairs. His body was slender, yet pleasant. He was not particularly
muscular, nor was he soft looking.

We crawled into opposite sides of the bed. "See you in the morning," he
said.

"See you in the morning," I agreed, and quickly fell asleep.

In the night I woke up on my back. Lenny was lying on his stomach next to
me, facing away. Our bodies were touching. He was breathing deeply. I
looked up at the mirror on the ceiling. Only our feet were covered by the
sheets. Michael's white, briefed butt was easy to see in the semi
darkness. It was attractive. His back was smooth and glistened in the light
which came into the room. I admired my own body, still lean and fit after a
summer of inactivity.

The hair on Michael's leg tickled mine. The nearness of his body and his
cloth covered butt right at my hip began to trigger some reflexes. I was
coming up hard. I watched as my cock first tented my boxers, then escaped
out the slit.

I rolled to my side facing Michael. The desire to lay my cock on that butt
was strong. Pretending to be sleeping, I threw a leg over Michael's butt
and put a hand on his back. He felt good. But now what? I doubted that I
could sleep in that condition. Michael might wake if I humped his butt. I
was about to roll back when Michael turned his head toward me and he
snuggled into my chest. As he did, he turned slightly onto his side so that
my leg was over his hip and my cock pressed his hip bone.

His breathing became shallow. An arm went over my waist and he pulled
closer. I felt his dick harden against me. He pushed it forward and my own
cock pressed his hip. That's when his eyes came open, and he looked up at
me. My eyes were open. He smiled and snaked his other hand under my body to
wrap me into his arms.

I ran one arm under his head and wrapped the other over his side. We pulled
our bodies together and he tucked his head into my shoulder. And then he
just lay there. When I had just decided that he had fallen asleep again, he
reached out with his tongue and licked my chest.  Then he kissed it. Then
Michael began a long, slow trek up my chest with his tongue. When I say
slow, I mean incredibly slow. Michael was about to introduce me to a whole
new pace of love making.

I felt the tip of his tongue lightly touch under my ear. He dragged it
slowly under my jaw and followed my jaw line out to the tip of my
chin. Then Michael did the same from the other side. He moved so slowly,
that it focused my attention on the spot where his tongue touched me. My
nerves under his tongue and ahead in its path became super sensitive.

Oh, I still felt his body nestled in my arms and was aware of his hard cock
pressed against me. But his tongue was all that moved and demanded my
attention. He drew it slowly, very slowly down from my chin to the hollow
of my throat.

Michael slid down on the bed and took my right nipple into his mouth. And
he stayed there, holding my nipple in his mouth and running his tongue over
and over it, very, very slowly. He did it until I began to squirm. He did
it until I was ready to push him off because I couldn't take it
anymore. And then he switched to my left tit, and did the same. When I
began to squirm again, he buried his face in my belly and sucked skin into
his mouth. He held it there and tickled it with his tongue. Then he took
another mouthful and tickled it again.

I was on my back now. Michael lay between my legs, his chest pressing
against my balls and cock. His hands held my butt as his mouth and tongue
sucked and teased across my belly, working mouthful by mouthful until he
stopped at my pubes. And I watched it all in the mirror above, while my
hands clutched at his shoulders and head. My eyes were glued to the sight
of his body between my legs and his head as it moved over my middle.

Michael moved farther down the bed and pulled off my boxers. He murmured
approval when he saw my cock and stroked it lightly. Then he pulled off his
briefs. Looking down the bed, I saw a cock that looked big on a guy
Michael's size. It was quite thick, coming to a flared crown as thick as
the shaft. The length was above average, but not dramatically so. But it
was a cock that could seduce another boy in high school showers. It begged
to be grabbed.

He lifted my good leg onto his shoulder and began to kiss the inside of my
calf. When he did, I reached for my cock, but Mike reached out and pushed
my hand away. I complied. I liked what he was doing. I laid my hands on my
waist and let Michael do what he wanted.

He resumed kissing the insdie of my calf. While he held my leg on his
shoulder with one hand, he began slowly running his other hand up and down
the underside of my calf as he condintued to kiss the inside. His lips
moved slowly up the inside. When he reached my knee with his mouth, his
hand moved on to rub the underside of my thigh. His tongue slid up the
inside of my thigh so slowly that the movement was almost imperceptible,
and yet, his tongue moved just enough to keep my attention and the nerves
of my skin thrilled to the feel of it. The gentle stroking of his hand
under my thigh worked itself down to caress the underside of my butt. As
his tongue moved closer and closer to my crotch, the harder it became to
not reach out and grab his head and force him to my cock.

But just as his tongue moved into the space between my balls and my leg,
and I could feel the side of his tongue against both, he pulled back and
began working on my damaged knee. He kissed me so lightly, and his hands
were so gentle that my knee was soothed. When Michael's tongue moved from
my knee onto the inside of that thigh, desire crawled up my thigh to my
balls and my cock.

I did not move my hands, though my cock and balls needed touching so bad as
they waited for the tongue that was coming.

Still moving incredibly slowly, his tongue reached my perineum. Lightly,
slowly, he traced with the tip up, and then down and then up, over and
over. He moved onto my balls, extending and spreading his tongue like a
plate to hold first one ball, then the other. He drew his dancing fingers
up from my knees, along the inside of my thighs, up onto my belly, and down
the outside of my hips and thighs, then back to my knees.

His tongue began a long slow climb up the underside of my cock. My cock
felt like it grew longer and wider. I had never been so hard for so long
without cuming in my life. Every nerve along the skin of my inner thighs
was sexual and hungry. My scrotum tingled, tightened, and rolled my balls
within. My body was twitching and shuddering. My cock was ready to burst
from within it's skin, and I longed for Michael to take me into his mouth;
just take me into his mouth and let me cum. As the tip of his tongue
reached the underside of my crown, he ran his hands under my butt, gently
squeezing my cheeks.

Then he forced my legs up. When my crack was exposed, he put his mouth down
to it, and slid his tongue out against my sphincter. He pressed slowly. I
felt myself relax and the tip of his tongue pressed in. With the tip in my
hole, he laid the flat of his tongue into the depths of my crack and drew
his whole tongue slowly up my perineum. Then he repeated. I lost all track
of time.

Michael blew gently on my balls; his hot breath flowed over the skin and
the hairs of my scrotum. I thought I might cum from his breath alone, and
thought I could hit the ceiling if I did. But Michael held me right at the
edge of orgasm and did not let me go over. My body was squirming, my hips
involuntarily bucking, my moans were desperate.

And then Michael rose up and gently blew a trail up my stomach. He moved
his body up over mine. His hands rubbed my pecs firmly, while he drug his
balls up and down my cock. I willed myself back from an orgasm. I thought
of other things. Michael moved up astride me. I watched in the mirror as he
applied spit to his hand and his hand to his butt. And I watched as he
backed onto my cock and sat all the way down until his butt press my balls.

He sat there clenching his butt around my shaft. I didn't cum. I was
desperate to wait. Then he leaned forward, rolling his balls and cock onto
my stomach. My hands found his hips as his lips pressed into my neck and he
began sliding his body on mine. He forced himsef all the way back onto me
each time he slid back. I bent my knees and pushed deeper into him.

My orgasm could be denied no longer. When it came, it exploded, fast and
hard; a long, shattering, shuddering, crying out "I can't take it anymore!"
orgasm. Michael rode it, pushing back hard and milking me with his butt.

But when I finished, I realized I wasn't finished at all. A whole new
orgasm came boiling up and I needed desperately to cum deep in Michael. I
rolled us so that Michael was under me, his legs wrapped over my waist. I
wrapped my arms over his head and held his smaller body under me as my
pelvic muscles began clutching powerfully, driving me deep into Michael and
holding me hard there. As soon as one clutching spasm passed, the next
would hit and drive me deep again. And I came hard and kept cuming, and
kept cuming until my body was shaking powerfully, my legs spreading for
leverage to drive me deeper, my arms pulling down on Michael's shoulders. I
drove deep and emptied all the sexual tension Michael had been building in
me into powerful, racking explosions of cum.

There was nothing left, and still my gut clutched and slammed me into
Michael. My cock was still straining against its skin. Michael clutched my
back and pushed his butt back onto me. He held it there and the throbbing
of his sphincter told me he was cuming even before I felt it spread between
our bodies. I was shaking with after shocks, stimulated by the clenching of
his sphincter on my shaft.

Slowly, very slowly, I began to relax. As my muscles eased, I would
shudder, then relax some more, then shudder. My body rested onto
Michael. His legs and arms were still wrapped around me. "Stay in me." He
pleaded. I did, and kissed him. "Did you cum twice?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so," I said as I kissed his hair.

"Ever have a double cum before?"

"Once."

Michael gave a satisfied purr, and then asked, "Do you think you can sleep
this way?"

"I can try."

He wrapped me tighter and I slid my arms under the back of his
shoulders. We made little adjustments to make ourselves comfortable. Though
I was still hard, I finally dozed. At some time in the night, I felt my
softened cock slip out.

I woke to find Michael sleeping with his head on my shoulder. I stroked his
back for quite a while before he woke. He nuzzled my neck and pressed his
morning wood against my hip.

"You're really comfortable, you know," he said.

I laughed. "Maybe that's why guys are always falling asleep on me."

"I bet you always satisfy them first, like you did me."

"You were the one doing all the satisfying last night," I pointed
out. "You're really good!"

"So are you." He felt the muscles in my arms and my pecs appreciatively
with his hand. "You have a beautiful body." His hand moved down to my cock,
"A really beautiful body."

He looked up at me, "Wouldn't you like a second lover? You can have your
Austin lover and I can be your San Antonio lover."

"Michael," I said, rubbing his back. "I enjoyed this very much, and would
love to do it again sometime. Believe me. I would really love to do this
again. But Daniel is my lover; my only lover." I reached down to rub his
butt, "But I can always use friends; at least one like you."

He kissed my chest. "Friends sounds good," he said, and then more softly,
"Do you mind though if I fall hopelessly in love with you."

I was quiet a moment. "Something tells me that you aren't entirely joking."

Mike squeezed me. "It may not be exactly love at first sight Sean, but I've
never had a lover like you. You are beautiful and sweet and smart. And you
make terrific sex. I do want to be your friend, Sean, I really do; but I
think I will fall in love with you. I hope you don't mind."

"I hope you don't mind if that doesn't go anywhere. Oh, hopping into bed
every once-in-a-while would be fun, but Michael, I love Daniel. I love him
more than you can imagine."

Michael said, almost to himself, "I can imagine..." Then more brightly, he
said, "Maybe you and Daniel can adopt me."

I chuckled and swatted his butt, "Maybe so, but I'm not changing your
diapers."

There was no one around that morning, when Michael gave me a loving kiss
good bye at the door.

It was Saturday. There were a couple more bonding activities scheduled and
I hit them. It was fun. That night, Kirk and I went to supper together and
then I drove as we hit a couple of stores in the area for things we needed
for the room. We picked up pizza to take back to the dorm and ate it while
we unpacked the last of our things and played cards with our suitemates.

In bed that night, I had a little trouble sleeping. I was thinking of
Daniel. It took a while before I realized that the small vibrations I was
feeling in the bed and the soft sounds from below were from Kirk jerking
off. "Poor guy," I thought, "missing his girlfriend, no doubt." I fell
asleep to his rhythm.


Sunday afternoon, we were listening to a Dallas game when the phone in our
dorm rang. Kirk answered the phone, listened, said, "Yeah, it is...Yeah,
hold on," and then he handed me the phone with a funny look on his face.

When I answered, Lenny's Miss Lettie's voice said, "Oh gawd, you even sound
sexy on the phone."

"Oh great," I thought, "There goes any pretense of being straight, at least
with Kirk."

"And your point?" I asked.

"Don't be rude," she said. "I have some meat I want you to cook."

I was silent. Was he trying to joke?

"Well," Lenny continued, "we have some meat, or we will when you help us
buy it. Michael told us you said you are a good cook and we want you to fix
supper for us. We'll buy all the food. You fix it."

I was watching Kirk who was making a great show of not listening. "Who is
'we'?" I asked.

"Why me, and Eric--you'll get to meet Eric--and let's see...Yes, I think
Michael will be there too."

"I suppose I could do that," I said.

"We can bribe you," Lenny said, "especially if you have some special meat
you want cooked."

"No need for bribery," I said. "If you provide the food, I'll fix it."

"Well bring the boy who answered the phone. We'd love to have him for
supper, too."

I didn't even make the offer to Kirk. I simply said I had been invited out
to supper by some people I met, and left, feeling undeniably embarrassed.


The door was opened by a guy who was at least 6'2".  His dark hair was in a
pony tail, and he looked like he had not shaved in several days. But he had
a nice smile as he held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Eric."

I took his hand, which held mine warmly, "I'm Sean."

Eric held the door open for me, and as I walked in, Michael came out of his
room smiling. He glanced down at my guitar which I had brought. I
explained, "I haven't had much chance to play in my dorm room, and thought
maybe you guys would let me sit in your garden later and play a little."

"Play naked," came Lenny's voice from the couch, "and we'll all sing
along. You can play naked, right?" he grinned at me.

Michael gave me a friendly hug. Lenny rose off the couch, "Oh, girl," he
chided Michael, "what's with the little hug. You're gay, girl. You're
supposed to give a real hug." And Lenny proceeded to do just that, giving
me a body wrapping hug and a huge kiss on the lips. As he did, he pressed
his package to mine. "Goodness, honey," he said leaning back from our
waists, "Is that all you or do you stuff kleenexes down there?"

Michael wedged between us, and back to me, pushed Lenny away. "It's all
him, Lenny. He's too much for you."

Lenny squealed and winked at me.

Although I found Lenny mildly humorous, and would later find him to be
outrageously funny at times, he was going to take a little getting use
to. Especially in public where he stood out like a standup comic at a
funeral. He, Michael, and I went to a local supermarket where we bought
food for supper. I tried to stay on a different aisle than Lenny as much as
possible. It probably didn't matter as Michael walked almost arm in arm
with me. I felt like I was wearing "GAY" signs.

Their grill was in rotten shape. I had to clean it and tighten a few bolts
before I used it. But Mary had taught me well. I fixed them a damn fine
supper. Even Lenny mellowed. After supper, he gave me a kiss on the cheek
and told me to take Michael to the living room while he and Eric cleaned
up.

I thought I would go out to the garden and play my guitar for a while, but
Michael had me stay in the living room to play. I sat on the floor, back to
the couch. When I started playing, Michael sat behind me and rubbed my
shoulders and neck.

Lenny and Eric moved to the living room when they finished in the
kitchen. Eric began reading a book. Lenny thumbed through magazines. I
offered to quit or play outside, but they all insisted I keep playing.

Since there were no classes Monday, I spent the night with Michael
again. And I asked him to tactfully ask Lenny not to call my room, though I
figured the damage had been done.

The next weekend, Michael and Company invited me back. I found myself
gravitating to their home. Lenny was actually a sweet guy, once you got
past all the camp, and the first time met Eric, he was in his
weekend-grubby mode. Actually, Eric cleaned up nice, and was usually nice
looking. Their house was a meeting ground for many local gays our age (late
teens, early twenties) and it was comfortable. My only concern was that
Michael might be assuming a relationship that just wasn't there.

Michael was a touchy kind of guy. Whenever I was there, he was usually
rubbing my back, or combing my hair different ways, or lying with his head
in my lap, or having me lay with my head in his lap, or had us touching any
other way he could. I went along with it. It was pleasant. And every time I
reminded Michael that I already had a lover, he seemed to be fine with it.

And there was the sex. Michael was a master. That second weekend, I had my
third double-cum ever.

However, the following weekend was my date with Daniel.

I left right affter my last class on Friday and drove up to Austin. Daniel
had given me good directions. The door to his dorm room was open and I
leaned in, knocking. Daniel jumped up from his desk on the opposite wall,
grinning widely. He closed the door and pressed me back to it, hugging me
and kissing me hungrily on the lips.

We made passionate love, in our clothes, standing against the door. We each
had our hands in the other's pants when a door slammed somewhere on the
floor and Daniel pulled back. Tucking his shirt back in and catching his
breath, he said, "We better lay off for a while. My roommate will be here
any minute. Let me just get a couple of things and we can go."

I was interested in seeing who he had as a roommate and was glad when the
guy came in before we left. I was especially pleased to see that the
roomate was a, well a geek. He was a nice guy, and according to Daniel, a
nice roommate, but the guy had zero sex appeal. I was very pleased.

On the way to the car, Daniel and I did a lot of silly grinning at each
other, and mindlessly chattered. Once in the car, he grabbed my hand,
"Damn, it's so good to see you!"

We drove around the campus. When we passed the sports complex, I wondered
if I would ever work out there.

We ate at a local pizza place popular with students. By the time we were
done, it was dark. Daniel wanted us to try a local gay bar he had heard
of. Daniel had a great fake ID. I did not, but we tried. Daniel explained
that lot's of gay bars aren't too picky about IDs because they like having
young boys around.

It was not a large bar, but noisy, and there were already lots of
guys. Most were cute or had great bodies, or both. The music was
loud. There was a dance floor in the back. Daniel bought our first round
couple of beers. The bar tender only asked for Daniel's ID and was
satisfied with it. We began sipping and headed toward the back.

We wedged into the bar next to the dance floor. Boys on either side of us
crowded against us. The one almost leaning against my back was a good
looking blond with a black mustache.

"Let's dance," Daniel yelled over the noise.

I shook my head and lifted my cane to remind him about my knee. Daniel
nodded and we leaned back against the bar to watch those who were
dancing. Before long, a drop dead good looking boy came up to me and nodded
his head inquiringly toward the dance floor. I held up my cane and shrugged
my shoulders in a sign of regret. They guy nodded and asked Daniel. Daniel
gave me a "please? please?" look and I shrugged. What could I say?

They danced through a couple of tunes. Then Daniel came back, had time for
a sip, and then another boy asked him to dance. Daniel was having a
blast. I wasn't.

I felt a hand placed caressingly on my shoulder and turned to find the
blond with the black mustache looking at me, "Can't dance?" he asked, his
hand still on my shoulder.

"Bum knee," I answered.

"Hope you can still do other things," He grinned.

"Oh yeah, that didn't break."

He laughed, and then said, "If you want to try dancing, I can be your
cane. We can dance on three legs."

I grinned and shook my head.

"Come on. It's worth a try, isn't it?"

I smiled and hooked my cane over the bar. He took my arm over his shoulder
and helped me limp onto the floor. When we got out there, he put my arms
around his neck and said, "Hang on." Then he grabbed my butt and pulled our
crotches together. Holding me by the butt, with my hanging on to his neck,
we basically dry humped with our clothes on in time to the music. It was
awkward, but hot and definitely drew looks.

We danced through the end of that tune and through the next. Then he helped
me back to the bar. I was tired, but Daniel was still out dancing. So when
another boy asked if he could try dancing with me, I agreed. After dancing
two tunes with him, I was really tired and sore. He helped me back to the
bar.

Daniel came back for a sip. "So you dance with other guys and not me?"

I was really tired, but no way was I going to turn down Daniel again. He
helped me onto the floor and leg or no leg, I was determined to dance so
hot we burned the house down. And we did dance hot. Very hot.

Nevertheless, I was so grateful when the next tune was slow enough for me
to just hang all over Daniel in a slow dance. Daniel asked, "How does it
feel to be the bell of the ball?" He was grinning. I was not. I was worn
out.

"I came with you. I want the rest of your dance card," I answered. "Only,
you'll have to hold me up."

Our bodies moved together, and we kissed. There was some kind of noise from
the bar. Daniel and I looked to see the bar tender frowning. It might be a
gay bar, but this was still Texas. We decided to save the kisses for later.

Daniel let me rest at the bar and stayed with me. We met some guys, and it
really was fun as long as I was with Daniel, but my body was tired and I
was glad when we left. Daniel had made a reservation at a local motel and
we drove there. He checked us in.

As soon as we were in the room, we began pulling off each other's clothes
while kissing and rubbing bodies together passionately. We fell onto the
bed, naked and hot. We rolled together, all legs and cocks and balls and
hands and lips. We finally fell to belly humping, me on bottom. As we
pumped into each other, Daniel's mouth moved too my neck and I felt his
teeth bite down. It hurt and I pulled away.

He started to take another bite and I pulled away again. I was even losing
my erection. "Don't," I asked. I didn't want pain. His teeth once more bit
lightly on my neck and I shoved him off hard enough that he flew off the
bed and his head hit against the wall.

He did not get up. "Daniel?"

I leaned over the side. He was holding his head. "Maybe we just need to get
some sleep." He said.

"Daniel, I'm sorry."

He got up off the floor. His cock had gone semi soft too. He crawled under
the covers and turned his back to me.

"Daniel?"

"Go to sleep, Sean."

I reached out to his shoulder. He pulled away from me.

"I'm sorry, Daniel. It's just that, well, after this last summer, pain is
just not a turn on for me."

"Me either," he said.

I rolled back onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. What to do.

Daniel rolled to his stomach. Then he slid over to me and buried his face
in my neck. "I'm sorry, Sean."

"Me too, Dan," I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled his body
farther up onto mine. He played with one of my nipples.

"You know what we need?" he asked.

"What?" I asked.

"After this last summer, and all this college stuff, you and I need to find
a hill somewhere to make love on top of, or a beach, not some cheap motel
room."

He was right. We needed an experience like we had at the beach or on top of
mount Olympus. "Well, there are a few hills around Austin," I suggested.

"And lakes"

"And lakes," I agreed.

"I know," Daniel said and looked up at me. He kissed my chin and cheek and
hugged my neck. "Hey, Beloved," he whispered in my ear, "I know what we can
do. Tomorrow we'll stop by my room and let me get a couple of
things. Tomorrow night, we will spend on top of a hill I know about."

His body slid back onto mine. We were eye to eye. "Hey, Beloved," I said,
and pulled his lips down to mine.

That next morning we stopped by Daniel's dorm room and then headed up into
the hill country. Daniel would not tell me where we were going. He simply
gave me directions. The drive was fun. The weather was glorious, the
countryside was interesting and beautiful, and on every open stretch when
no one was around, Daniel slid over beside me.

We stopped for lunch at a small town cafe. We stopped for sodas at a
country store and drank them on a bench out front. We picked up some
sandwiches, chips, and water for supper. And then I finally realized where
we were headed, just before we got there; Enchanted Rock State Park. We had
not stopped at Enchanted Rock on either bike tour.

Enchanted Rock is a batholith; a large dome of granite outcropping. These
days, you need to get to Enchanted Rock State Park very early in the day to
even get into the park. Back then, we didn't have that problem.

While it was still light, we explored the rock. There is a cave that goes
through under it. The rock itself rises as high as any of the surrounding
hills. Though it it looks barren, there are little pockmarks over the
survice, little holes that water has eroded into the rock. Each one is a
little microenvironment, sporting mold, lichen, even small plants,
depending largely on the degree of erosion.

Daniel became a little impatient with my fascination with each little
pothole. "I thought you were going to write about marine biology. You're
stopping to look at puddles. Puddles!"

"I bet if I had a microscope, you'd see an ocean of life swimming in
these."

"Oceans of little swimming things are just what I had in mind," Daniel
replied.

As the sun went down, we ate our sandwiches and drank our water down at the
picnic tables. Then, after dark, we filled our water bottles, picked up
Daniel's bedroll and pillow, and snuck up on the rock, not sure whether
they allowed anyone up there at night.

As it turned out, there were a few other people on top of the rock. But the
top is pretty broad and Daniel and I were able to sit off on the backside,
away from the campground. There was not even the hint of a moon, but the
sky, so far from any town, was ablaze with stars.

We spread out the bedroll, and stripped to our shorts. Then we lay down
beside each other on the one pillow and looked up at the sky. Little whiffs
of wind wound their way up over the rock. There were sounds from the
campground below, and voices drifted over from the others on the rock.

For a while, we held each other's hand at our sides. We talked about our
families, schools, our classes, our instructors, our roommates, suitemates,
and, our new friends.

It surprised us both that I had actually made gay friends before Daniel
had. No, I didn't tell him everything about Michael, but I let him know
that we had had sex. And I assured him that it was "just sex."

That didn't bother Daniel at all. Evidently, he had a few good bye visits
with gay friends in Houston before he left for school.

That information hardly put me in a romantic mood. But I wasn't about to
let go of his hand in mine. We began trying to identify
constellations. Things were getting quiet on the rock. I sat up and could
see the last people leaving from the top of the rock.

I lay back down. "Do you think we can sleep up here? It's a little hard."

"Who wants to sleep," he squeezed my hand.

"I knew it. You only love me for my body."

"That's not true. I would love you just as much even if we never had sex."

"Sure."

"I love you for your mind and your great personality." He turned onto his
side, facing me and put a hand on my stomach. "I would be just fine without
being able to feel the soft skin of your stomach," then he pressed his
fingers more firmly, "or your rippled ab muscles." His hand ran up my
chest, "or the softness of your nipples, or the flat slabs of your pecs."
His hand rubbed up my neck and he drew his forefinger down the line of my
chin, "or your long neck, or your firm chin." His drew his finger over my
lips, "or your soft lips and warm mouth." He drew down my nose, "or your
nose," he leaned over and kissed the small bump there, "your nose, no I
would miss your nose."

He kissed both my eyes, "And I would miss your wide set eyes with their
long lashes and fine eyebrows and the way you look at me with them." He
pushed hair off my forehead, "and your high brow and rich hair with gold
all through it."

Then he tongued the folds of my ear, "but I would just be fine if I could
never lick your ear again, or smell your hair."

His hand slid into my shorts, "and I would love you just as much even if I
couldn't run my fingers through your pubic hair--which we need to shave
again--or cup your balls, or feel the size and weight of your hard cock in
my hand; the soft skin or how it feels so thick and hard in my hand." He
was stroking me.

He knelt up and pulled my shorts down and took my shoes of with
them. Bending over me, he ran his hands up and down my thighs and said
quietly, "I could live without, your smooth strong legs. I could live
without the feel of your balls in my hands and the way you love for me to
play with them." He pulled up my balls and leaned forward to lick under
them and breathe deeply. "And I could live without your scent and your
taste."

He took off his shoes and his pants and kissed the underside of my hard
cock as he did. Then he crawled up between my legs and laid down on
me. "And I would still love you if I couldn't feel your body in my arms or
the way you move under me, or how the weight of your body feels on mine
when you're on top and moving in me." His lips were now brushing mine as he
talked and his eyes looked far into me. "I would love you still, and
anyway, and always, but..." he paused a moment, "I think I would go mad if
I could not make love with you."

His lips dropped to mine. I bent my knees as best I could and held him
between my thighs. My hands roamed his back. We kissed. When our kiss
ended, he rested his forehead on mine. "May I?" he asked and lifted his
hips so that his cock dropped down toward my crack.

I ran my hands up the back of his neck and lifted my legs up higher. I
kissed his cheek, "I have KY in my pants pocket," I said. He smiled and
held a tube in front of my eyes. "All night?" I asked.

"All night," he smiled.

He kneeled up to lube us, and then pushed in. We moved slowly, but when he
was all the way in, I arched back on my head and reveled in the feel of his
thick cock filling me and his hard belly pressed against my balls and the
base of my cock. He laid down on me. My arms went around his lean shoulders
and over his smooth back. His shoulder was under my chin; I put my mouth on
it. He put his mouth on my shoulder. But there was no biting, just love.

As Daniel plunged into me and rocked me up and back on the sleeping bag, I
hugged his body to mine so that I could rub my cock harder against his
belly. Our moans were quiet, meant only for each other, and they floated
away on the wind. As Daniel got closer to his climax, he pushed my legs up
higher and moved up farther on his knees. He was pumping fast, plunging all
the way in every time.

My cock was free, though Daniel's belly continued to rub my balls. I
stroked. As Daniel came closer to his climax, I stroked faster. I came
first, and Daniel followed quickly. While he was still cuming, he laid back
down on me and continued moving in me. Then we rested, still together, and
whiffs of breeze blew up our legs.

Daniel licked my belly and chest clean before we sat up and drank some
water. It was very quiet. The little breezes died. The moon was rising and
all around the rock, a ground fog covered the park. A few points of light
came up through the fog, but it was very much like being on a mountain top,
rising in the moonlight out of silvery clouds.

Daniel laid back into my lap and looked up into the sky. "I want to ask you
something I've been afraid to ask," he said.

I ran a hand into his hair and rubbed his belly with my other, "What?"

"Would you sing my song?"

"Why would you be afraid to ask that?"

He glanced at me, and then looked up at the sky again. "You haven't sung it
to me since, I don't know. Did you sing it last Christmas?"

"I don't think so. It has been a while."

"Things have happened. I didn't know if you would feel the same way about
singing, you know, the song."

"Things have happened," I agreed. And then I took a breath and began to
softly sing as I rubbed his stomach and chest and his hair. He closed his
eyes. I looked out across the fog. The night was still except for my voice.

When I finished, Daniel asked me to sing it again. I did. This time, when I
finished, he was dozing. I continued to rub him and hummed and enjoyed the
feel of him asleep in my lap.

As I hummed, I looked out over all the fog below and the distant hills and
it somehow seemed more intimate, and private under that benevolent canopy
of stars.

My butt was tired and I laid back, my head on the pillow. Daniel's head was
cradled between my legs, my balls and cock hung beneath. It felt good.

I looked up at the sky. Very high up, a light was moving in a straight
line; a plane, with people and a destination. I glimpsed a shooting star to
my left and watched for another. And the sky, so vast, did seem benevolent.

And I wondered about God. Would He be smiling or frowning on two beautiful
boys making love on top of a rock in a sea of fog. Was He smiling, or
frowning, or did He care.

Somehow, I felt He cared very much. My training? Instinct?

Would He frown on something so beautiful as our love. And then I heard my
father quoting a verse he so favored, "My thoughts are not your thoughts,
nor are your ways My ways." And I remembered his opinion that Daniel and my
love was a gift that God intended for better than we had done.

Could it be better? I couldn't see how. But Dad had always talked a bit in
awe of God's vast intellect and un-understandable love. What if we had
misused a great gift? How many people ever have such a love? What if we
ignored Him? What if we chose to love our own way. If He loved us so much,
would he let us go? Would He pursue us?  To what ends?

I was at an age when a sky full of stars, and a bare rock bathed in bright
moonlight, high over a fog below evoked great thoughts and brought to mind
big questions.

And I worried a little, as one worries when holding a valuable gem or a
large amount of cash. There was no doubt in my mind that Daniel and I had a
unique love. A lifetime love. A precious gift. If we could just hold
it. But was God smiling, I wondered as I fell asleep.

I woke up when Daniel crawled up beside me. The moon was high. Anyone on
the rock , or for that matter, maybe even from the ground through the fog
could see us naked on its barren surface. We crawled into the sleeping
bag. When we did, I was spooning Daniel and became hard against his butt. I
lubed and found his hole with my cock while I wrapped my arms around him;
one under his head, the other over his waist.

His naked body, cradled in mine, felt so natural, so comfortable, that
after I came, we fell asleep together.

I woke before Daniel in the early morning and crawled down inside the
sleeping bag. I had to move my feet out the top of the bag to have
room. Daniel was still facing away from me, but I reached over his hips
with my hand and began to fondle him. When Daniel began to get hard, I
rolled his hips so that I could take him into my mouth. I grabbed his butt
and began deep throating him.

It was getting hot in the bag, but Daniel's big cock in my throat and my
nose in his balls was heady. As I bobbed up and down his shaft, his hand
rubbed my butt and he began humping my mouth. I paused long enough to wet
the middle finger of my right hand. I worked it into his butt while I began
licking Daniel's crown for all I was worth. My finger found his prostate
and Daniel went crazy. He came hard, disturbing the morning with his
cries. Loud cries.

Once he finished cuming, I quickly turned inside the sleeping bag. As my
head popped out by his, I was giggling, "Damn, Daniel. Wake the whole park,
why don't you?" I was pulling on my pants and got Daniel to pull on his. We
scrambled down the back side of the rock, laughing.

We stopped for a big breakfast in town and agreed that, with both Austin
and San Antonio at the edge of the hill country, we needed to do a lot of
weekend camping. We drove back to Austin. Then I drove back to San Antonio,
and went to bed early.

I stopped by Michael's both Tuesday and Wednesday night, but did not sleep
over. It was fun just to visit. Michael was friendly as ever, but seemed a
little disappointed when I just went back to the dorm Tuesday
night. Wednesday, before leaving, I took him back to his room. I wrapped
his smaller body under me and fucked him on his back while he watched in
the mirror on the ceiling and I watched in the mirror on the wall behind
the bed.

The next week, Daniel drove to San Antonio. He wanted to hit a gay bar he'd
heard about that was close to my school. It was upstairs at a large house
turned business on Broadway. Daniel wanted to go there because he heard
that a lot of young servicemen from the bases in town went there. We
weren't disappointed.

It was a large bar, full of great looking young guys. I had ditched the
cane by then. Climbing the stairs was a chore, and I still had a limp, but
I was determined to dance. We eached danced with a couple of other boys,
but stuck pretty much together. And when we were together, we tried to burn
the place down with the heat from our dancing. I suppose we were too hot;
someone finally asked me for an ID. We left.

We had reservations at a hotel on the River Walk. That night we stood naked
looking out over the lights of the city from our balcony before we retired
to our room to make love. We stayed in the room most of Saturday, ordering
from room service. We ate supper on the river, hit a couple of jazz bars
that did not ask for IDs, and then returned to the room until noon Sunday.

Daniel had asked about meeting Michael and the guys, but somehow that
seemed a little cruel since I knew Michael had a bit of a crush on me. I
said, "Later."


I had begun water therapy. One of the coaches supervised. He started me
walking and swimming at the side of the pool. A couple of the times I was
scheduled each week coincided with swim team practices in the adjoining
lanes. I decided it was good that Daniel was not around; not with his
fixation on swim suits.

The swimmers were all nice looking. I began to meet them all, but one in
particular fascinated me. His name was Ken and he was a tall, slender,
Chinese-Americn. His body was hairless, but his head was thick with fine
black hair. His build was exceptional. He was often in the lane next to
mine. When I was swimming, I would watch underwater as he went flying past,
the thick pouch of his speedos swaying in the water.


I continued to visit Michael's house, and as often as not, Michael and I
would have a little therapy session of our own. But I really enjoyed just
relaxing in their living room, often with my head in Michael's lap or his
in mine, while we watched TV or talked with their many visitors.

I did study, actually pretty hard. But I found the class load easy to
handle and my early grades were excellent. I wanted to do well and remained
serious about my studies. When Daniel went home that next weekend to see
his parents, and invited me to go along, I stayed to finish a research
paper. I worked late into Friday night. Saturday morning, I took a break to
stop by Michael's at a little after 9:00AM.

Lenny, who was a hair dresser, was up and getting ready to leave for
work. He gave me a welcoming kiss on the cheek and said with mock regret,
"I'm sorry Sean. I've got to leave for work. It will have to be a quickie."

"Lenny, I hate to admit this, but I really do get a kick out of the way you
are always kidding about wanting sex with me--it's a real ego booster."

"Honey," he said as he walked back to his room, "Who ever said I was
kidding?"

I looked around the house and decided that Michael must still be in bed, so
I cracked open his door. He was sleeping by himself; truthfully, I would
have been amazed if he wasn't. He was on his stomach, the sheets just below
his bare butt.

If it weren't for the bare butt, I might have let him sleep. Instead, I
entered the room, closed the door behind, and stripped. Climbing up onto
the bed, I knelt astride him and sat my bare butt on his. Then I began to
lightly draw my fingers up his ribs. He squirmed and pulled his arms into
his sides. Michael was ticklish.

I began to tickle him more firmly, working my fingers between his
arms. "No, Sean," he kept trying to gasp out between breaths. He was like a
bucking bronco. He was growing crazy as I had evidently found some really
good spots to tickle. Now I am pretty ticklish myself, but I've never
pissed myself. So I was surprised when I smelled urine. Then my knees were
wet.

"Oh, shit, Mike," I apologized and climbed off, "I'm sorry, man. I sure
didn't intend to tickle you so hard you pissed your bed."

Michael was rolling off the wet spot. He was, well, pissed. "That's why I
don't like getting tickled. When someone tickles me and won't stop when I'm
asking them," he said accusingly, "this happens."

"Were you asking me to stop," Michael looked up at me with a frown. "What
do you think 'No Sean' means?"

"You never said the magic word," I pointed out.

"'No' is the magic word." he huffed.

He was starting to pull off the sheets. "Here, I'll help," I offered. "And
I'm sorry Michael. I really am."

"Well," he said, calming a little, "except for the tickling, attacking me
in bed naked is OK any time. In fact," he stepped up to me and pressed his
body to mine, "would you care to continue the attack?"

Michael left about eleven for work. I returned to the dorm and continued
working on my paper. By evening, I was satisfied with it, and needed
another break. I went back to Michael's. All three housemates were there,
along with Lenny's friend, Richard. They were all in various rooms, but
once I sat down in the living room, they all came, as if on signal, and
stood around me.

Before I knew what was happening, they had grabbed my legs and pulled me
off the couch and onto my back on the floor. "Be careful of his knee and
ribs," Michael cautioned.

Lenny, with surprising strength was holding down my right shoulder while
Eric was holding my left. Michael was kneeling over my waist and Richard
was making an attempt to hold one of my legs. I wasn't fighting too hard
yet, not knowing what they were up to.

Lenny is the one who told me. "We heard you attacked our little house mate
this morning and cruelly, cruelly I say, tickled him. Ruthlessly--is that a
better word?--ruthlessly, you tickled him until he pissed himself. Well,
Mr. Sean, nobody tickles our housemate and gets away with it. Prepare to
piss yourself."

Michael had been grinning broadly this whole time and now lunged forward
with his fingers into my ribs. I've written before in this story how
sometimes just the threat of a tickle can make me go all weak. I managed to
send Richard flying off my leg before succumbing to the onslaught. Tears
were soon running down from my eyes as I hopelessly tried to squirm free
and Michael tickled on.

Lenny had been shouting instructions about where to tickle, and had done a
little poking of his own. But now he said to Michael, "If he's gonna piss,
I want to see it. Pull his pants down."

Suddenly Richard was back beside Michael and the two of them were undoing
my pants. They worked them and my boxers down to my knees.

"Shit, he's hung," Eric said.

Lenny asked, with a certain amount of drooling in his voice, "Does that
thing get much bigger when he's hard?"

"Oh yeah," said Michael giving my cock a little rub.

"Well damn, honey," Lenny said. "Tickle him there. I want to see that thing
in all its glory."

Immediately both Michael's and Richard's fingers were tickling my balls and
cock. Everyone became quiet. I began to get semi hard and there were a
couple of appreciative, "Ahhh"s. Then Micheal bent over and took my cock
into his mouth. He began to suck it while he and Richard continued to play
with my balls. Any hope they had of getting piss out of me was long gone.

"Damn," said Lenny, as he leaned forward just enough to feel around the
base of my cock. "Could I suck on it—just a little?"

Michael pulled off long enough to say, "Go get your own."

"Stingy," accused Lenny.

They became quiet again as they watched Michael sucking me. Then Lenny
said, "Honey, at least let us watch you rape him with your butt. Let us see
you ride that thing. Damn, my boy pussy's just crawlin, thinking about
having the sausage up my little love chute. And, honey," he warned, "if you
don't do it, I will."

I had been pretty quiet so far, mainly because I had been laughing, and
then when they began playing with my cock, well, I was occupied. But now I
cried out laughing, "Oh no! Save me, Michael. Save me."

"You couldn't handle me, white boy," Lenny chided. "And if you keep making
noise like that, there's going to be a butt in your face to lick."

He might be kidding, but the thought kept me quiet.

With Lenny and Eric pinning my upper body, it was hard to see just what was
happening and I wasn't sure just how far they were going to try to take
this or how far I would let them, though I now had an erection that Michael
was going to need to take care of. The last thing I expected was that
Michael would strip from the waist down while Richard continued sucking my
cock, but that was what it sounded and felt like was happening.

Then Michael and Richard were moving around. I felt Michael's knees on the
floor at my sides just as I felt the unmistakable sensations of a butt
sliding onto my cock. Everyone was absolutely quiet. When Michael had
lowered himself all the way on to me, someone let out a low whistled.

Michael began sliding his butt up and down my cock. I began bucking up into
him. Now some guys might like being restrained like that, but I desperately
wanted to get my hands onto Michael's body.

Lenny spoke, "Damn Richard, honey, I think I need to be fucked right now."
There was some movement and Lenny rose up off me. His shirt was already
off, and he stepped quickly from his shorts. I was amazed. Lenny had an
incredible body. It was nicely muscled, good definition, muscular
shoulders, slender hips, high butt, and a cock that looked fully as long as
mine and thicker.

Richard on the other hand was a skinny, boney little guy. But it was easy
to see what Lenny saw in him. The guy had a big cock. When he laid down on
his back, his thick cock stood straight up. Lenny straddled him, just as
Michael was straddling me, and impaled himself.

If anyone ever did an erotic dance in someone's lap, it was Lenny. He had a
truly remarkable body and the moves he made, sitting on Richard's cock,
were worthy of the best. I got hatter watching.

Eric had not been idle. He had stripped as well and now stood in front of
Lenny, stroking an average size cock. He had a pleasant body, slender, but
not not well muscled. Eric moved closer to Lenny, and Lenny took Eric's
cock into his mouth while he still performed those amazing movements on
Richard's cock.

I turned to look up at Michael who was also watching the show while he slid
up and down my own cock. "Want to tickle me now?" I asked Michael, "and see
if you can make me piss."

Lenny pulled his mouth off Eric long enough to say, "Oh, honey, do it. It's
such a sensation."

I gave Lenny a surprised look, "Naw!" I said, disbelieving.

Lenny pulled off Eric's cock again, "Sure, baby. You've got to try it
sometime. I'll be glad to do it for you."

I looked up at Michael and at exactly the same time, we both said, "Don't
even think about it."

Michael ran his arms under my back and pulled me to an upright, sitting
position. I continued to roll forward until Michael was on his back, legs
up, and I began pumping my hips, deep thrusting him and grinding.

"Damn, would you look at that white boy fuck!" Lenny exclaimed. "Why the
way he moves and the way he squeezes his cute little butt every time he
pushes in--I want some of that."

I was holding Michael's legs up and pumping into him, but called back,
"You've got some good moves of your own, Lenny. I'm surprised Richard
hasn't already cum. But poor Eric...all your talking...are you trying to
talk him into an orgasm?"

"Honey, if anyone can talk someone to an orgasm, it's Miss Lettie," he
responded in his southern bell falsetto. "But I use my hands too,
baby. Don't you worry about little Miss Eric, here."

I was looking, and Eric did seem to enjoy Lenny's hands on his balls and
cock. Nevertheless, his knees weakened when Lenny's mouth returned to his
cock.

Richard's hands were on Lenny's hips. He was pulling on Lenny as he fucked
up into him. Richard looked close to cuming.

I concentrated on Michael and lowered my torso between his legs. His legs
wrapped over me. He pulled up my shirt and I took it off before we wrapped
our arms around each other. Then we rocked into each other, as our mouths
met.

We fucked in a ball on the floor while the sounds of the other boys
fucking, sucking, and orgasming filled the room. Micheal was hugging me
hard, and I was holding fast to him. We ignored the others and fucked
steadily on.

Hands rubbed my butt, and fingers tickled my balls. There were kisses and
breathing on my back. Then someone was kneeling behind and I felt a large
cock lay gently on my butt crack. It had to be Lenny. It was a big cock. He
put his hands on the floor on either side of Michael and I and held himself
so that his cock lay against my crack; the movement of my butt, rubbed his
cock as I fucked Michael. His breath was hot on my back.

Michael came first, his cum lubricating our bellies. I ground in deep as he
came and he cried out his climax. Then I pumped more, the fat cock lying in
my crack adding to my stimulation. When I came, I pushed deep into Michael
again. Lenny's cock followed me down and pressed hard against my crack. I
squeezed my butt cheeks as I came and Lenny laid his weight on me as he
shot his cum up onto my back.

As we lay in a bundle panting, I told Michael, "I think we pick up a
hitchhiker."

Lenny rubbed his cock and belly on my back, "Thanks for the ride."

After that, Lenny would regularly ask Michael if he could borrow me for a
night; "For just one night?" We ignored him.


That Sunday night, Daniel called when he got back to UT. We caught up each
other. The next weekend, I would be on an Honors field trip to Monterrey,
Mexico. So we talked about getting together the weekend after that. We
decided we wanted to camp at Inks Lake and I agreed to contact the twins.


The athletic department had several good trainers, but one trainer, James
Blackberry, was fast becoming a legend. He was a black guy in his early
thirties, and he was blind. But he could give rubdowns and he could work a
body in ways that were remarkable. My supervising coach had decided that I
was compensating with my good side for my bad knee, and needed some help
loosening up, so he signed me up for a session with James.

James was a damn friendly guy, all smiles and jokes. He took me into a
therapy room and had me strip and lie face down on his massage table. He
worked my legs, butt, and back in a general massage first.

"Are you sure you're not a black boy?" he asked.

"How do you know I'm not?" I responded.

He laughed. "Just listen to you talk. You ain't black. But you have a body
like a black boy, all muscle and bone, no fat."

He rolled me over and began working my chest and shoulders. "Yep," he said,
"body like a black boy."

He moved down to my legs and began massaging them. Then he began bending
both legs and stretching out the muscles. While he kept my back flat, he
rolled me at the hips and bent my legs again.

"What sport are you in again?" he asked.

"Running. Cross country."

"Cross country, huh? But you have a sprinter's body. Not a distance
runner."

"I can run fast. But I can also run forever. I can be a damn good distance
runner."

"Guess we really need to get that knee back in shape then, don't we?"

As he kept turning me at my hips, my balls and cock kept rolling and
flopping around. And as his hands worked up my thighs, I sprung hard. His
hands and the stretching felt really good. I was glad he couldn't see
because I had gotten rock hard.

"Sprung a boner, did you?" chuckled James.

My jaw dropped, but before I could ask how he knew, he said, "Blind people
can smell things real good. I can always smell precum and the 'between the
legs smell' when a guy gets hard. You got a nice smell."

He rubbed my thigh higher. "I don't usually offer, but I can give you a
'whole body' rub down if you want."

I thought I knew what whole body might be, "Yeah. Thanks."

He smiled and poured a little more massage oil into his hands. He rubbed
them together, then placed them on the flat of my belly and began to rub
firmly just above my pubes. He expanded his massaging in widening circles,
leaving the center, my genitals, untouched until the last.

Then he oiled my balls and cock. "Damn, you gotta be a black boy. You sure
got the meat."

James gave me a hand job that worked through a variety of grips and
holds. Somehow he knew when I was about to cum and lowered his mouth over
the head of my cock. He used one hand to press the heel of his hand against
my perineum while reaching down into my crack with his fingers, pressing my
anus, and I came. He took me deep into his mouth as I unloaded.

After sucking me clean, he wiped his mouth with a clean towel. "It's just
mineral oil," he explained. "And I can't have you shooting all over my
room. I can't be sure I'd find every drop of cum to wipe up, just from the
smell." He smiled, "You've got a good taste, Sean."

"And you've got amazing hands," I answered. "Now I'm so relaxed, I don't
want to get up."

James tossed a towel onto me. "Then don't yet. Just cover yourself for when
I open the door and you can stay in here for a little while."

He was rearranging a few things before leaving. I asked, "James, do lot's
of guys like full body rubdowns?"

He laughed. "Every boy does. I just don't usually offer."

"Do you ever work on the guys from the swim team?"

"Sure I do. But if you are going to ask me which ones I give a full body
rubdown to, sorry. I don't tell. You wouldn't want me to tell now, would
you."

I thought a moment, "I wouldn't mind you telling, that is, if Ken from the
swim team were ever to ask."

James laughed. "Well that boy might just ask. I can make sure he does if
you want."

"Yeah. I think I'd like that."


I was amazed how many nights my roommate, Kirk, jerked off in the bunk
below me. For a good looking guy, he didn't seem to be hooking up much with
girls, and with his girl friend away, I guess he just stayed horny.

A couple of days before my Honor's field trip, he was going at it for a
particularly long time, and I was having trouble sleeping. Exasperated, I
finally said, "For pete's sake, Kirk, finish up. I'm getting sea sick up
here."

There was a pause and silence from below.

"I'm sorry, guy," I said. "I didn't mean to embarras you."

After another moment's silence, Kirk said, "You can help me out if you
want."

"Like how?" I asked.

"You know, you can jerk it or suck it--you are into that kind of stuff,
right?"

I wondered how many gay signals he had picked up on, in addition to Lenny's
phone call that first weekend.

"I'm not into just taking care of a guy, Kirk. I'm used to getting as good
as I'm giving."

I heard and felt a couple of strokes. Then he said, "I've never sucked a
guy's cock and I don't want to."

"Suit yourself, but there's also hand jobs and you could always let me fuck
your butt."

There was a gasp from below.

I asked, "Haven't you ever stuck a finger or something up your butt when
you're jacking off?"

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because you can put pressure on your prostate. It feels damn good."

"Thanks, but no thanks."

He started to stroke again. Half out of pity for him, and half out of a
desire for sleep, I said, "Ok, Kirk, just this once, I'll help you out so I
can get some sleep, but just this once." I climbed down off my bunk. "After
this, if you want help, you have to give it."

He said nothing, but pulled back his covers. It was pretty dark, but I
could see he had his briefs half-way down his thighs. He had a nice uncut
cock. It had a nice length and was average in thickness.

I did a good job. Not a great job. I was going for speed, but I also wanted
this sample to encourage a sale.

And so I sucked his balls and deepthroated his cock while my hands did
their work. With my help, he came quickly.

As soon as he did, he pulled out of my mouth and pulled up his briefs, then
turned on his side away from me. I climbed back into my bunk. As I slid
back under my covers, I said, "If you ever want help like that again, a
thank you would be in order."

Silence.

"OK, Kirk. One other thing then," I said. "I don't think I would go around
telling people your roommate is gay. They might start wondering about you."
I turned to my side, "Besides, I'm bi."

For the next couple of days before my field trip, Kirk acted a little
stiffly toward me. But when I returned from the field trip, he was acting
normally again.

Wednesday night, after we had both crawled into bed to sleep, Kirk asked,
"Hey Sean, does bi mean that you like girls?"

"Yeah."

"You've had sex with girls, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I've been thinking, you know, if you aren't really a real
homosexual, then if we, you know, did stuff, well you know..."

I smiled. This fall was shaping up to be really interesting.

I had no idea.



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