Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 07:54:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bobbie <Redbagman@excite.com>
Subject: Warren and the Woodie pt 4

We had ended our session with me agreeing to "Anytime" refering to John's
need to get off.
Anytime came again about two weeks later. This time John didn't "strike
out", he just couldn't find a date for the evening.
"Don't tell me you are actually going to study tonight," I remarked.
"Well it doesn't look like I'm gonna get laid, if that's what you mean." was
his reply.
"Well, at least you didn't have some gal leave you hanging," I answered.
John wasn't about to go without if he could avoid it and he headed out, "I
guess I'll go prowl around and see what I can find," he answered as he went
out the door.
I turned my attention to a composition that was due in an ethics class.
Two hours later I had nearly finished the paper and I was starting to get
frustrated and a bit tense. I just couldn't seem to get my thoughts together
right to finish the paper. It was that sort of tension that just demands a
diversion.
I should say that I am not totally gay, bisexual is the description used
today, back then it was AC-DC.
I pushed my paper off to the side and went into my room and got out a
favorite piece of porno. It was pretty special for back then, it actually
had pictures of people fucking. That is pretty tame now, but back then it
was hard to come by. Most magazines had pictures of naked women that had
been airbrushed to disguise their organs and the only real nude stuff of men
for the most part was guys in nudist magazines.
Anyway, I got out my hot magazine and brought it out to the table.
I didn't bother to take my pants down, I just leaned over the edge of the
table and pressed my crotch up against the corner. I leaned forward and
started that gentle sway back and forth that always brought me a good cum. I
was looking at the picture of some guy hammering away at a redhead with her
legs all the way back. I was getting really close to releasing that tension
that was built up in me and I heard someone coming down the stairs.  It was
going to be close, but I was going to have to quit before I came or get
caught.
I leaned back and slipped the magazine under some of the papers I had been
working on and moved over toward the cabinet to get a cup of coffee. The cup
was full, but I could pretend.
It was John.
"Well, did you score?" I asked.
"Didn't even come close." There's just no one out tonight."
"It happens that way during bad weather," I replied.
He sat down at the table and asked, "How's the paper?"
"Coming along," I replied and then I blanched as he started looking through
the pile of papers.
"Hey, how you gonna work this into the paper," he asked as he found the
magazine?"
"Mind if I borrow it?"
"Sure go ahead, just don't get the pages sticky."
John disappeared into his room.
I continued to work on my paper and finally finished up the summation. I was
ready for class. About that time John wandered out into the room.
"That's a pretty damn hot mag you had there," he said.
"It's graphic"
"Gave me a hardon"
"Anything gives you a hard on John."
"I suppose that is true, but not everything gets rid of it."
I didn't say anything.
"You don't suppose you could help me out again. Do you? Would you?"
"Well, it is Thursday and you know what they say about Thursday -- queer
day."
"Hey, this doesn't make us gay or anything, its like guys in prison you
know. We just gotta have a way to get off."
"We?"
"Well, I do."
"Shit John, you are the horniest person that ever lived. Don't you ever run
down?"
"Well, sometime I suppose, but that magazine got me turned on."
"Go get some grease," I said and I went over and made sure the door was
locked.
John came out of his room with his big jar of generic brand petroleum jelly.
"You want to go in the bedroom?" he asked.
"Nah. Lets just do it right here."
"Pulled off my jeans and got down on the floor on my hands and knees.
John already had his cock greased.
I stuck my put in the air and told him to grease a finger or two and put
some in my ass.
John definitely was in a hurry and I felt the finger penetrate me.
"Take it easy and work it around a bit, or this is no deal," I demanded.
John slowed and worked his finger in and out a couple of times.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Go ahead, but take it easy."
I felt his cock press against my rosebud and then in one big push it slid
all the way in.
I gasped.
"Damn you are tight," he said.
"Easy boy."
John started stroking rapidly almost instantly and I pulled away.
"Take it easy" I said, "I cant take it hard at first. Either that or we
quit."
There was no way John was going to stop so he eased back in and started a
slow movement."
"Put it all the way in an stop," I asked.
"Why"
"Just try it."
John pushed all the way home and hesitated. I started working on his dick
with my ass muscles, gripping and releasing.
"God, that is wild."
"Feels pretty good to me too."
I continued to grip and release.
John started short strokes slowly pushing harder against my ass like he was
trying to get in even deeper." I heard him grunt and felt the rush as he
came.
"Damn, relief."
John shriveled up rapidly after he came. Some people manage to stay semi
soft for a while, but John just went totally limp, his penis quickly
matching my flacid member.
Without any further discussion, we both went to our rooms for the night.
Friday night was unusual. First, John usually went home on weekends, but the
weather was pretty bad so he stayed at school. Second, he managed to find a
date on short notice and she did a complete job in servicing him. During the
course of the evening, I heard him make it at least three and maybe four
times. She pretty well drained his system.
When John left to take her home, I went to the bathroom and did a thorough
clean out. Friday nights since I was generally at home alone, was my enema
night. I'd learned back in junior high that I enjoyed enemas (that's another
story) and took them regularly.
There was a shower attachment on the bath tub and I slipped the shower
attachment from the hose and had a hose with plenty of water pressure to do
the job. John would have shit if he knew that the attachement he used to
carefully shampoo his golden locks spent every Friday night up my ass.
Anyway, I was well cleaned out and back in bed when John came home. He
apparently stopped off for a couple or three beers to celebrate.
Saturday was my day off. Most students work on Saturday but I worked during
the week and had the weekend off.
This was going to be a different Saturday because I wouldn't have the place
to myself.
I puttered around in my bathrobe until I heard sounds in John's room.
Then I went out into our common room and put my padding on the corner of the
table that faced John't room and waited. I had two towels over the edge of
the table for extra padding this time. I dropped the bathrobe and bent over
the edge. I had already smeared a large amount of vaseline up my butt and
hoped my plan worked. I was close to cumming and doing everything I could to
not cum.
Just then John came out of his room. I pretended not to hear and kept
working away or at least pretending to be lost in a near orgasm.
"Well look at that!" John said. I straightened up and turned and tried to
blush.
"Caught in the act."
"I'd forgotten you were here."
"Yeah, and me with a flaming hardon."
John did indeed have a flaming piss hardon." It looked like it was chiseled
out of stone.
"Why don't I go pee and then maybe we could?"
"Pee and that hard on will go away."
"You are probably right, oh well."
For a brief moment I thought I had failed.
"But how about just a couple of strokes or so before?" "Just for the heck of
it."
I brightened.  "I don't know, Oh what the hell."
"I was about to come," I'll just get back at it for a second."
"I bet I could get it in you like that."
"You can try, but I want to get off."
I bent back over the corner of the table and felt John against my ass.
I'd cleaned out that orfice the night before and I had been fingering
vaseline in all morning. John didn't need any lube and I opened up like a
door.
He started pumping away and I came down my leg. He kept on and on and on and
on, jut just couldn't cum.
"I guess I'm not going to get off," he said, "I gotta piss like a race
horse."
"Go ahead, "I said. He started to pull away.
I pushed back to keep him from withdrawing.
"No, I mean go ahead and piss in my ass."
"What?"
"Try it, as long as we are being kinky, see if you can piss in my ass."
John strained and I felt the warm fluid start to flow. Then it burst loose
like a floodgate.
John had consumed at least three beers and maybe four before he went to bed
and now I was getting it all up my butt. At first I could feel the stream
against my bowels. Then it was a dull stream and then just the feeling of
fullness. He emptied his bladder.
Predictably he shriveled and pulled out. I rushed to the bathroom and
emptied his deposit.
"Damn, what a deal," was his only comment. Exactly my thoughts. "What a
deal, two of my favorite things, a hard dick in my ass and an enema!  I
hoped for more bad weather as the winter wore on.

More later.