Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 12:05:57 EST From: Markin619@aol.com Subject: UCLA Dad Part 4 UCLA Dad Part 4 I swear, Frankie, my heart must have skipped several beats when I looked up and saw Chuck and Todd standing there. Not only was Scott shooting his load all over the place, I could feel my own letting go all over Scott's face. We all remained speechless for what seemed like forever. I remember trying to catch my breath and at the same time, figure out what the hell to say. It was awkward enough that Todd had caught his brother and me in the act, but here was his roommate, Chuck, still standing there open-mouthed. "Sorry, Dad, we didn't mean to interrupt you guys." "How long have you been here?" I asked Todd. "Well, um----just as the fireworks went off." "Man, Scott has the biggest dick I've ever seen!" Chuck said to no one in particular. He was still slack-jawed and a little flustered by what he was witnessing. I thought it was interesting that Chuck's first reaction concerned Scott's cock size and not the fact that I was going down on my own son. "We told you he was well put-together," Todd laughed. No one else laughed. "What are you guys doing back already?" I asked. "Well, Dad, Chuck was waiting outside when I pulled up at the dorm and he also had the package I had forgotten to take with me this afternoon. He just hopped in the car and came directly back. And here we are." "Oh well. I guess we're all adults here. Sorry, Chuck. We didn't mean to embarrass you." I started to get up and pull myself back together, as Scott did the same, still not having uttered a word. "Don't apologize to me, John. We're the ones who interrupted. And I'm not embarrassed, actually. Perhaps a little jealous." Chuck had seemed to recover his composure quite quickly, considering the circumstances. I decided not to purse the remark about being jealous---at least, now, Frankie. Let's hit the showers and get cleaned up, Scott," I suggested. "Sure, Dad stud." He winked at Todd and Chuck and headed for the bathroom, his semi-hard dick leading the way. I couldn't help but notice that Chuck's eyes were glued to Scott's cock, flopping back and forth against his thighs as he walked. "Grab yourselves some cold beers guys, we'll be out in a minute," I said as I followed Scott into the bathroom. We each showered quickly, not a word passing between the two of us. We dried and returned to the bedroom and made an attempt to clean and straighten up the bedspread. We each stepped into fresh underwear and slipped on slacks, socks and shoes. I chose a cotton Hawaiian floral pattern shirt for the evening and Scott, a purple, silk, long-sleeve one. I was slipping on my belt as I walked out into the sitting room. Chuck and Todd were both sitting on the sofa, feet resting on the coffee table, bottles of Rolling Rock in hand. They were watching an old I Love Lucy episode on the TV. "Hey, Dad. I poured you a glass of wine. It's setting over there on the table." "Thanks, Todd. Which episode is this?" "It's the one where they are flying home from Europe and Lucy has the 25 pounds of cheese disguised as a baby," Chuck advised. "That is SO funny," I said, sitting down on the sofa opposite them to watch. "Wait till that other women with the baby comes in and sits down next to her." Scott walked into the room, reached for a beer in the cooler and came over and sat down next to me. In a few minutes we were all laughing our asses off as Lucy pretended to feed her "baby" a bottle of formula. The faces she made after drinking some of the baby formula sent us into convulsions. We watched the remainder of the episode, each of us having more to drink. My stomach growled so I got some pretzels out for us to munch on. When Lucy was over at seven o'clock, I suggested that Todd get dressed for the evening. "I've ordered a taxi for 7:15 guys, so we have to head for the lobby in about ten minutes," I said as I went into the bedroom and then the bathroom to brush my teeth. While I like red wine, it discolors the enamel on the teeth. As I walked back into the bedroom, Todd was naked except for a pair of white Calvin briefs. They highlighted his nice basket and emphasized his beautiful butt. I gave it a tender pat in passing as he pulled on his slacks. So firm! "Did Chuck say anything about finding Scott and me having sex?" "He said something about us being much closer than he is with his Dad." "Not surprising." "He also said that he thought it was a real turn-on seeing you two shooting your loads. He asked if I had done that with you too." "What did you say?" "I told him the truth." "His reaction?" "He just said something like, cool!" I told Todd that I was somewhat concerned about Scott being underage. "Don't worry, he said he's cool with that too. Chuck said that with a cock like Scott has, he is more of a man at 17 than he'd every be." "Anything, um---happen---between you too yet?" "Nope. We're probably each afraid to make the first move." "Well, after the show Scott and I provided, I think that first move has been made." We both laughed and he said, "No doubt about that!" We walked out into the sitting room and found Scott and Chuck next to one another enjoying a private joke. "Ready guys?" I asked. The taxi was waiting for us under the hotel's porte-cochere. Scott jumped into the front seat beside the driver while Chuck, Todd and I climbed into the back seat. The driver was dark, very angular and quite handsome. I took him to be in his late 20's, early 30's. I detected a trace of an accent when he confirmed our destination and suspected he might be from one of the Middle East countries. Scott began cruising the driver before we pulled away. Where he gets this from, Frankie, I don't know. It must be from his mother, (the slut). The ride to the restaurant on Santa Monica Blvd. took only ten minutes. Scott chatted up the driver---Anwar was his name----the whole time. The three of us in the back observed my younger son in action, often exchanging glances and rolling our eyes at some of Scott's outrageous statements and questions to Anwar. Balles des Bleus was already busy at 7:30. There were a number of people waiting on benches outside the restaurant---hoping for cancellations or no-shows. I had made reservations a week or so ago knowing how popular this place had become. Someone had told me it had been a hit from the day it opened, offering an interesting and ever-changing menu in the popular fusion style so popular in the last couple of years. The food was imaginatively and expertly prepared and beautifully presented. Portions were plentiful but not overwhelming . Prices, including those for most of the wines offered, were very reasonable by any standard, especially that of Los Angeles. Once I identified myself to the host, we were led into the main dining room. Smaller rooms adjoined the big room on three sides. A good size bar seating about 30 was in the center on a raised platform that commanded an almost unobstructed view of the restaurant. The restaurant was close to full right now with perhaps, 200 diners. The building itself was old, with exposed brick walls but the furnishings were completely contemporary and tasteful, as one would expect of an establishment catering to a largely gay crowd. As I had imagined, almost every eye in the main room was on the four of us---actually on Todd, Scott and Chuck----as we were led to a table in the center of the room near the bar. I had three very hot, young men with me tonight. The waiters here were professionally competent, friendly without being too familiar and all extremely good looking. I was pleased to find that I had been seated at one of Robert's tables, as I had requested. In his early 40's, Robert was older than most his colleagues, but none of them could compete with his emerald eyes. Those eyes, coupled with the neatly trimmed red hair on his head and the reddish-blond fur on his arms had kept me entranced each time he had waited on me. Robert nodded his recognition as he approached the table, grinning with his right eyebrow raised. "Good evening, John. How are you?" "I am very fine, Robert. Let me introduce you to my companions tonight." I did so, explaining that Todd and Scott were my sons. I winked at the three of them as a sign to play along. I introduced Chuck as my new friend. As I did, I covered Chuck's right hand with mine and squeezed it. He didn't flinch. Todd and Scott were fighting to keep straight faces. "Welcome to Balles des Bleus, gentlemen, " he responded with a wink towards me. "May I start you with something from the bar?" I ordered a glass of cabernet and the boys settled for mineral water since they were below the legal California drinking age of 21. Chuck did not seem at all intimidated by my little game with Robert. Nor did he seem phased by the predominately all-male clientele of the restaurant. We ordered appetizers to share and then studied the menu before each of us decided what entrees to order. We engaged in pleasant chitchat throughout the appetizers, often commenting on some of those in the room as we engaged in a healthy dose of people watching. It was very obvious that we were also being watched, especially the boys. I ordered another round of drinks and then Chuck spoke. "This place is really cool. Thanks for including me, guys." "Oh, it's nothing. Glad you could make it," I said. "And thanks for playing along with me in front of Robert." "Sure, John, but can I ask a question?" "Of course." "What are you up to with the waiter?" "Oh, I'm just playing with him because I usually come in here alone. When I was last here about a month ago, I told him that one of these times I'd come in with a young stud. I had planned that to be Todd. But, with you here tonight, I decided you would do nicely." "Can I ask you another question? I'm a little confused." I nodded. "Well----I----don't understand. John, are you gay? I mean, you've been married and have kids, so you have----ah----fucked women and all, right?" "Right." "But you still like guys?" "Yes." "Technically, I guess I am bisexual, Chuck. But I haven't had the desire to have sex with women for a number of years." "Oh?" (Todd and Scott kept silent during this exchange, Frankie.) "It is so much easier with guys, in my opinion: less emotional baggage and stuff. Besides, I've found men certainly know how to give better blow jobs than women." Then I leaned a little closer to him and said, "Men are also tighter than most women, if you know what I mean." At that, both Todd and Scott let out guffaws with Chuck joining in. "You, don't need to paint me a picture, John," Chuck said jokingly. "I'm good at demonstrations," I teased. All three of them whooped it up on that one. "Well, Todd had told me about how open and close you guys were about sex and stuff but I had NO idea--------------" "We hope, it's not too much for you. Todd said he thought you were pretty open-minded about things." "I am, but this is too-----hey, wait------let's have some more fun, John." I noticed Robert was approaching the table with another round from the bar. As Robert was replacing our empty glasses with new ones, Chuck leaned over and nuzzled my neck. "Thanks, sweetie," he cooed to me. "You owe me later, stud," I replied. I thought Todd and Scott would bust a gut. All four of us broke out laughing after Robert retreated. "Thanks for being so cool, Chuck," I said. "No problem, John. I like having fun too, but let's set the record straight----so to speak---with Robert before we leave, OK?" "Sure, we'll let him know you are a breeder, not my boy-toy." That remark drew a chuckle from all three boys. Our dinners came and were excellent. We chatted eagerly as we ate the excellent food, tasting each other's meals. Most of the chat was small, talk: current events, sports, movies, etc. During a lull, Chuck decided to revisit a previous topic of discussion. "I don't know if this is something you want to discuss in front of Todd and Scott, John, but, I'm still curious. How and when did you know you were bi- sexual?" "That's ok, Chuck. They both have asked me the same question. As I told them, I think I knew I liked guys since even before puberty. As a kid and teenager, I messed around with buddies quite a bit. But in high school I kind of decided----that I better get on track and start dating girls." "Why?" asked Chuck. "You got to remember, things were very different in the late 60's and early 70's. Homosexuality was pretty much still hidden. Hell, I didn't even know there were other guys out there that had the same feelings as me. I thought it was just a phase I was going though." "I see." "Well, I started dating and when I was a freshman in college, I had sex with a girl for the first time and liked it. I met what was to become my wife----their Mom----my sophomore year. We were married right after graduation." I went on to describe to Chuck that after marriage, I still had yearnings for men and how, a couple of times, I had lost my discipline and had some "flings" with men while on business trips. "It reached a point after about a dozen years of marriage that when I was having sex with Carole, I was fantasizing it was with a man. I remained pretty much faithful to my wife until the day she announced that she was no longer happy and that she was leaving us----for a younger stud, a guy half her age." "That's too bad." "Yes, it was hard on all of us, but we have gotten over it and in retrospect it was perhaps a good thing. It brought the three of us closer together than we might otherwise have been. It also allowed me the freedom to be myself---sexually-that is." This led to a discussion regarding the intimacy I have with my sons. I shared with Chuck the same spiel that I had given Scott earlier regarding incest and taboos. Chuck was been remarkably cool about the entire discussion, obviously interested and intrigued by what I had to say. I changed the subject as Robert appeared with dessert. "But Robert, we haven't ordered dessert, " I remarked. "Happy Birthday, compliments of Balles des Bleus." "Thank you! How did you know?" "Your new friend here told me on his way to the restroom earlier. And this is HIS gift for you." With that, Robert presented me with a bottle of cabernet sauvignon. "I knew you liked wine, but being underage, I couldn't buy it for you," Chuck advised. "So Robert and I entered into a little private deal a bit ago to make it happen." "Thank both of you so much!" I was touched. Todd interrupted, "Scott and I will give you our gifts when we get back at the hotel." "Sounds good to me," I replied. We finished our dinner, hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel. Chuck assured me he had set the record "straight " with Robert regarding our relationship----or lack thereof. We arrived back at the hotel and the four of us walked into the cocktail lounge. I had hoped to find my Italian friends still there but they weren't. They probably had already left for their night on the town. I suggested we go back to our bungalow for a nightcap. What do you think Todd and Scott did as soon as we got back into the room, Frankie? Yes, they kicked off their shoes and socks and got out of their clothes. "Hang them up, guys----those are expensive shirts and slacks," I said being the nagging father. "Yeah, yeah," Scott moaned. "Beer guys?" Scott and Chuck accepted the cold cans of Bud I offered all around. Todd declined. "Anyone up for a swim?" Todd asked. "Yeah, but no swim trunks here," Chuck said. "That's ok, Chuck, it's dark, we don't need them," Scott responded. "Oh no guys! I've got two spares in the duffel bag. Todd, you can wear the one I used this afternoon. It should be dry already." "What about you, Dad?" asked Todd. "I'll bring a glass of wine and watch you guys and play lifeguard. I had enough earlier." I changed into shorts and walked out to the pool area, which was completely deserted at that hour. The boys followed shortly in their trunks, towels over their shoulders. All three had butts to die for but Chuck's ass was the standout. "Keep the noise down guys, pool hours are technically over according to that sign," I warned. They each got in and proceeded to do laps, Todd and Scott, favored the crawl and Chuck, the backstroke. They were all good in the water and glided effortlessly back and forth the length of the pool. They got out after about 10 minutes and noticed the heated spa over in the corner. "Hey guys, let's go sit in the spa," suggested Scott. "You too, Dad. Just slip in with your boxers on. No one will know." What the hell. I walked over, stepped out of my shorts and into the warm, steaming water and sat down between Todd and Chuck. "Ahhh, that's nice!" I said as I closed my eyes. The four of us sat there relaxing for a few minutes without saying a word. "I want to thank you again for dinner, John. That was real nice of you guys," Chuck said as he reached over and gave me a hug with his right arm. "Stop already. You have thanked me enough. Thank YOU for the wonderful bottle of wine, you really didn't have to," I said as I reached down with my left hand and squeezed his thigh. "I hope you enjoy it, John. You deserve it from all I can tell." My hand was still on his thigh so I squeezed again. He responded by hugging me again. I felt myself get slightly aroused and decided to release my hand from his thigh and slip down completely into the water. We stayed for another five or ten minutes, just chatting among ourselves about nothing in particular. It was about eleven o'clock when Chuck said it was about time for him to head back to the dorm. He said that he wanted to get up early the next morning and go surfing in Santa Monica. The west facing beaches were due for some good sets according the news. "You surf?" Scott asked. "Yes----I'm not that great but I really like it. Do you too?" "Shit, yes, neither Todd or Dad are much into it though. I wish I would have brought a board with me so I could go with you." "Hey, Scott, I got a couple extras in my storage space at the dorm. Why not come with me? I've even got a set of farmer johns you can use if the water is too cold." "Dad, do you mind?" Scott asked. I told him that I had no problem with that. "Why don't we take you both back to the dorm and, Scott, you can spend the night in Todd's rack. That way you can both get up early and set out. Is that ok, Chuck?" "Perfect, guys. Let's do it!" We went back to the room and dried off. Todd volunteered to drive them back to campus. "We'll pick you guys up tomorrow for brunch. Is eleven alright?" I asked. "Sounds good Dad," said Scott. I waved good bye as they left and I headed to the shower to rinse off the chlorine from the spa. I dried myself off, came out and poured myself a glass of wine and slipped under the soft covers of one of the beds. The local news was still on and decided to watch a little of Saturday Night Live and wait up for Todd. Twenty minutes or so later, I heard the door open and Todd call out, "You still awake Dad?" "Yeah----I'm in here watching Saturday Night Live." Todd walked in and said, "I think I'll join you. Mind if I have one last beer, Dad?" "It will be your hangover, not mine." Todd kicked off his flip flops, dropped his shorts, pulled off the T-shirt he was wearing and padded out to retrieve a bottle of Rolling Rock. He came right back and slipped under the covers next to me. "Happy Birthday, Dad. I love you." He leaned over and kissed my lips gently. "Oh shit! We forgot!" he cried. "What?" I asked. "To give you your gifts," he said getting out of bed. "Well, at least let me give you mine." He was back in a couple of seconds carrying what looked like a shoebox. It was wrapped in the Sunday comic section, tied with string with an envelope slipped underneath. "Here you go, Dad," he said, handing me the package and crawling back in bed. I slipped the envelope from under the string and opened it to find one of those tri-fold cards. The exposed top third contained the face and chest of a gorgeous hunk. Opening it full length, the remainder of the body was revealed including a rock hard cock that must have been in the 10 inch category. "Where in the world did you get this, Todd?" "There's a bookstore near campus that has a lot of cool stuff like that." "Wow, I wonder if that dick is for real or if it was `enhanced'." "Who cares----a fantasy is a fantasy." I set the card aside and started opening the package. "I know how you have missed me, Dad. So your gift is meant to help you be closer to me while I'm away at school." I couldn't imagine what it could be. I lifted off the lid of the box and parted the tissue paper. Inside was a silicone, life-like cock about 7-1/2 inches long and maybe 1-1/2 inches in diameter. "From the same store, Todd?" "Not exactly----pick it up and look closely at it." I did as instructed and soon realized that the cock I was holding was an exact replica of Todd's. "Holy shit, Todd! This is you. How the hell did you do this? These aren't for sale in stores, are they?" Todd laughed. "No Dad, I made that especially for you." "You're shitting me!" "They sell a kit with all the stuff you need to make a duplicate of your cock." "Wow! This is fantastic. Look at the blood vessel on the bottom side. It's just like you when you've got a hard-on." "How do you think I made it, Dad?" We both laughed at my stupidity. I took a sip of wine and Todd, a swig of beer. "Let's see how life-like it really is," I said. With that, Todd kicked back the sheet and blanket to reveal his tightly packed while Calvin briefs. He pulled down the waistband in the front and tucked it under his balls. "What do you think, Dad?" "Hmmm.think you need to get a little harder down there, son. You are short about two inches in length right now." "Well, do something about that, Dad," he teased. With that, I reached over and with my right hand, started foundling his thick limp cock. I could feel it stir and swell immediately as I could feel my own do the same. "Oh yeah, that seems to be working, Dad." "For me too, Todd." With that, I pushed the bed covers back off of me so he could see my stiffening dick, responding to my pleasure in stroking his, beautiful cock and balls. I played with his foreskin a bit and I knew it would disappear once his cock was fully engorged. It wasn't long before I felt some sticky pre-cum on his foreskin. I took advantage of it and milked him, gently lubing up the head of his cock. He was already squirming with pleasure at my touch. He reached over to me and with his left hand, started stroking my shaft, quickly bringing forth a steady stream of my own personal lubricant. "Hey, Dad. I've got enough ingredients left to do one more cock model. Want to do yours?" "Have Scott do one of himself." "I don't have enough ingredients for that, Dad." We both chuckled. A few more minutes of touching each other the way we knew we each Liked, we were both fully erect. All our attention was on pleasuring each other. I leaned over and took the tip of Todd's cock in my mouth and savored the smell and the taste of his pre-cum. This made the head of his cock head swell even larger. He moaned with pleasure. "Shit Dad-----so nice." I continued with my mouth and tongue, caressing his beautiful manhood. He was rock hard and his cock was lying against his flat abdomen, its head right at his belly button. I took each of his balls in my mouth and gently tongued them as he moaned. I returned to his piss slit to capture more of his love juice as it oozed out. Some had already puddled in his belly button cavity. I sucked as much from inside him as I could and then slurped up the teaspoonful in the cavity. I reached underneath Todd and pulled down on his briefs. He lifted his butt slightly so I could pull then down and off. I reversed my position on the bed and Todd shifted down somewhat so he could mimic, on my dick and balls, the tongue action I was giving his throbbing pole and loose ball sack. Our mouths worked each other into a sexual frenzy-----this is what Todd and I were so good at with each other---pure man-sex. We continued in this position for quite a while, each of us enjoying the tastes of each other's substantial flow of pre-cum. His was sweet and musky. I hope mine was as tasty for him. Todd made the first move and rolled me onto my back, diving for better access to my ball sack and my pleasure zone below it. With his tongue, mouth and nose, he proceeded to explore everywhere down there. I could feel his warm, moist tongue reaching for my asshole. Knowing it wouldn't be accessible from this angle, I disengaged myself and rolled over onto my hands and knees with my ass in the air. In seconds I could feel Todd's hot breath on my balls and his tongue gently exploring the area outside of my hole. "Oh, Todd, that feels so fucking good," I moaned. "I want to drive you wild, Dad." "Oh, you know how to do it, son." His tongue was licking all over and around my hole now. I knew it was just a matter of seconds until I would feel his strong tongue attempt to gain entrance to me. There it was----oh so fucking hot-----so nice. He was in me in no time, his tongue driving my sphincter muscle absolutely wild. I had to have more now. Todd knew it and replaced his tongue with a finger. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..," I moaned. "I like finger-fucking my Dad. You like it too, don't you?" "Oh yeah, son!" I felt a second finger being inserted and a few seconds later, a third. This was so hot. I moaned loudly and repeated my son's name. Todd said to hold on a second. I saw him go to his backpack. He pulled out what looked like a bottle of lube. He was back in a second and I could feel his lubed up fingers exploring my love hole again. He was alternately gentle and rough, making sure my prostate was not overlooked. In a few seconds, I was worked up into a frenzy again. "Fuck me, Todd. Fuck me, please." "Anything for you, Dad." With that, I could sense his rigid cock head at my hole as he applied more lube to my hole. I was ready and he knew it. He pushed the head of his cock in and stopped as my ass muscle held him there tightly. He wiggled a little in that position until I begged to feel the whole thing inside me. He obliged as I felt his thick shaft slide easily inside me. This was heaven---feeling my handsome son inside me. I had almost forgotten what a good fit we were together. I remained on my hands and knees, thoroughly enjoying the slow, in-and- out movement of his warm, hard cock. He shoved his love-pole back and forth inside me as his left hand rested on my back for support. I could feel my pre-cum dripping from my cock. "On your back now, Dad." I complied by rolling over, my son somehow managing to stay inside me. My eyes had remained closed so I could isolate and savor the sensual feelings of my body. I could not believe the next thing I felt: the taste of Todd's pre-cum on my lips with his cock seeking entrance to my mouth I was in sensory overload tasting his sweet pre-cum and feeling his cock inside my butt hole, churning away. What????? I opened my eyes to find him straddling over me with his cock at my mouth. His hand was busy at my ass. As I opened my mouth to speak, he filled it with his big cock in one swift move. I now finally realized that I was being fucked in my ass by the replica of Todd's cock and in my mouth by his real cock. Oh fuck! "You like this, Dad?" "Fuck yes, you pervert!" "I knew you would, man. I'm fucking you now every way I can, Dad. And I love it!" I don't know which one of us was hotter now. I certainly was lost in an orgy of pleasure with his cock in my ass as well as in my mouth. I could taste his love juice flowing freely down my throat. I could feel myself on the brink of an explosion. Todd fucked my mouth as he pumped my ass----increasing speed but keeping the same rhythm in my mouth as he did in my ass. Now his right hand reached for my throbbing cock where he picked up his fucking rhythm with his closed fist. "Oh, Dad, this is so fucking hot. I'm going to explode." I could feel his already steel-like cock swell larger in my mouth and throat. I knew he was approaching the edge. He kept up his rhythm, increasing in both tempo and intensity. Anticipation of my impending orgasm was becoming intolerable and my balls ached for release. I could feel Todd spasm twice. "Oh, Dad---------I can't hold it longer----going to shoot!" I could not responded as his raging boner was ravaging my mouth and throat, exploding rivers of warm, creamy cum down my throat. At the first taste of his warm liquid, I felt myself go over the brink. With his cock pumping my ass and shooting down my throat, his fist brought my rigid cock to its third explosion of the day----and without a question, the best one. Todd rolled off me and over, collapsing on his back beside me. "Happy Birthday, Dad." "Thanks, son. Too many more sessions like that and I'll be lucky to make it to 50." "Well, it looks like you'd have fun getting there." I felt completely spend and relaxed, but---- "Oh son------you forgot something." "What's that, Dad," sitting up and then leaning over to kiss me on the lips. "You forgot your 'friend' down, there." "No, I didn't. I thought you might want to keep me in you all night." "No thanks, dude. I'd rather it be the real thing." With that I lifted my legs and Todd slowly withdrew "himself" from me with a slight pop. "Did you have this all planned, Todd?" "Yes, but I had to get Chuck and Scott's help so that you and I could be alone." "So, they are not really going surfing tomorrow?" "Well, that's what really worked out well. Chuck had mentioned he wanted to surf Sunday morning, so I had a brilliant idea that Scott could stay in my bed at the dorm tonight and get up early to surf with Chuck and his buddies. You walked right into it suggesting that before we even had a chance to do so." "Yes, you got me. And I'm glad you did" We cleaned up and fell asleep cuddling each other with Todd's cock nestled in my ass crack. Tomorrow, I would learn that Scott did not spend much time in Todd's bed at the dorm that night. I'll share that with you later, Frankie. To be continued. Constructive comments and suggestions welcome at markin619@aol.com.