Date: Wed, 08 Aug 2001 14:45:54 -0400 From: Michael Josef Subject: College Weekend: Part III of Three College Weekend-Part III of Three Copyright 2001 by Michael Josef Tim and Eric arrived at the party. Tim felt very close to Eric. They had experienced something together. Tim felt like he might even be falling into some kind of love with Eric. The party was crowded. Eric was really nice and was introducing Tim to lots of people. Then Donny showed up. Eric and Donny were short and courteous with each other. Tim was thrilled, but confused. He was happy he would have Eric all to himself. But when Lauraleigh arrived, Eric was all over her. Lauraleigh was just about the prettiest girl in school, but real easy, everyone said so. Tim watched Eric talking to her, a beer in one hand, the other casually resting on the bulge in his pants. Lauraleigh was twirling a finger through her long hair and giggling. Tim was jealous. Tim went upstairs and found an empty bedroom. Eric had gotten him confused. He had a hard on and he needed to jerk off. He couldn't think straight and he needed to release the pressure right away. He had just about gotten himself arranged on the bed when he heard voices right outside the door. He scrambled into the closet. It was Eric and Lauraleigh. Eric was horny again and wanted to fuck her. Tim could see through the slats in the closet's door. Eric had Lauraleigh naked on the bed. He was licking her big tits and trying to get his dick up her cunt. She was hot as hell but drunk. She was lying down on the bed. Eric managed to get a bit of his big cock in her mouth. She made an effort but she was too drunk and uncoordinated. Eric was so horny. And pissed. Lauraleigh was stone cold drunk. Fucking her would be like fucking a corpse. Eric took off the rest of his clothes, spread out on the bed and started stroking his cock. Tim was fascinated. It looked much bigger than when the townie had handled it. He strained to get a better view, but in the process knocked into the door. It made a loud noise. Eric was alert at once and stared at the closet. Then, like a shot, he sprinted towards the door and flung it open. Tim was sitting there with a shit-eating grin on his face. Eric realized who it was and exhaled. Eric: What the fuck are you doing? Tim: Uh, nothing, I came up here then I heard someone come in so I hid in here. Eric: You hid in here? What the fuck? Who did you think was coming in? A serial killer? You fucking pussy. And what were you doing anyway? Looking for shit to steal? Tim smiled. Eric sounded mean, but he had to be kidding. Eric noticed that Tim's pants were down. Eric: Oh, wait a minute. I get it. Eric reached down and started fiddling with his cock again. Eric: You like what you saw at the mini-mart, didn't you? Tim just sat there. Eric: You wanted another look. Well go ahead and look. Tim already was. Eric: It's real big isn't it? Everyone says so. They call it the family curse. Eric's cock was hard again. Tim was eye level with it. Eric: Why don't you touch it? Go ahead. Just give it a few strokes. You know you want to. Tim didn't need encouragement. He reached out and put his hand on Eric's cock. It felt hot and hard and smooth in his hands, the skin so taut his big rod. Tim felt hypnotized. Eric: Stroke it. I know you know how to do that. Tim stroked Eric's cock back and forth. It was so thick, Tim's fingers couldn't meet around it. Eric: There. That's it. Put it in your mouth now. Put it in your pussy-hole mouth. Come on. Eric grabbed the back of Tim's head and pushed it towards his thick piece. Tim licked the shaft up and down. He lifted it up towards Eric's tight stomach and slurped the underside of his monster, all the while gently rolling Eric's big, loose sack between his fingers. Eric: Uh, yeah, that's it. Suck it good. Come on faggot. Eric was pushing Tim's head hard on his cock, rolling his hips back and forth. Tim was choking but couldn't stop, wouldn't stop. He inhaled the musky smell of Eric's groin. After Eric was good and hard and wet with Tim's spit, he lifted Tim up and turned him around. Eric: Let me see that pussy ass of yours, yeah, show me. Tim was bent over and stretching out his ass for Eric. Eric: Tell me what you want. Tim: I want your dick, your big dick. Eric: Where? Tim: Up my ass. I want you to fuck me with it! Eric's pole was as hard as it had ever been and Tim's ass looked good and tight. Tighter than that slut Lauraleigh's cunt. He shoved Tim over to the bed and pushed him down. He was on top of him rubbing against him, his dick bouncing against Tim's ass. He gyrated his cock between Tim's buttocks, back and forth. Then he kneeled up, took a hold of his cock and began to push his swollen cockhead in Tim's asshole. Tim cried out in pain. Eric: You love it. Shut the fuck up! Tim bit his lower lip and felt the full expanse of Eric's cock enter his tight ass. Neither spoke, the only sound was muffled music from the party downstairs. Eric fucked Tim for a long time, pounding in and out of his ass with his big dick. When he was ready to pop, he pulled out and told Tim to turn over. Tim complied and stared up at Eric's face. So handsome. Eric stood at the side of the bed and stroked his cock rapidly, He was right next to Tim's head and he came all over his face. Tim watched the white hot cum erupt from Eric's cock and splatter all over his cheeks and mouth. Eric stood over Tim for a moment, Then he got dressed and left. Tim was motionless for a minute. Then, using Eric's cum as lube, he jerked off on the bed. On Sunday, Tim woke up at around 11. He called Eric at 11:30. Eric: Hello? Tim: Hi, it's me. Eric paused for longer than necessary. Eric: Oh. What's up? Tim: Not much. You want to go shoot some hoops this afternoon? Eric: No. I'm working out with Donny. Tim: O.K. Maybe tomorrow. Eric: I've gotta run. Bye. Tim was left with a dial tone. Tim went to the library after dinner that night. He did some homework then hit the glory hole. He never played basketball with Eric again. Hardly ever even saw him again. But it was all worth it. Otherwise, he always would have wondered. And knowing was better than not knowing, even if he didn't much like what he had found out.