Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2005 13:46:29 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: SEX IN SCHOOL AND OUT - 2

The beginning of classes was still two weeks away, so I went to a
supermarket and stacked up on groceries and other stuff I knew I'd
need even though I hadn't really thought out how many meals I'd
be eating in the apartment.  The stuff I seemed to need was endless;
I'd go to a store, see and get things that I hadn't even put
on my lists.

So, shopping went, seemingly, on forever. One morning when I got
to the bottom of the exterior stairs I saw a little dog under my car (I
hadn't put it in the garage).  The little thing started barking at me
right away.  She was longhaired, had an adorable face, was dirty
and looked hungry. I felt so sorry for her.  I picked her up; she was
shaking with fright.  I took her upstairs and fed her some human
food - the only kind I had.  It was a case of love at first sight.  I
bathed her in the bathtub, dried her, bought a leash at a pet store
and took her around to all the veterinarians in town to see if a dog
of her description was missing.  No one knew of one.  But through
the veterinarians I leaned she was a Lhasa apso, three or four
years old, with a puppy cut instead of the long, flowing hair natural
to the breed.  With that information I placed an advertisement in the
local news.  It was in the paper for two weeks.  No response.  So, I
named her Sonny, after my sister, and kept her. The landlady and
her husband liked her too and they willingly cared for and spoiled
her during the day when classes started.

It turned out to be a good thing that I'd found Sonny because I was
sort of a lost soul in college and she was a lot of company.  Sucking
cocks through glory holes and having sex with a straight guy hadn't
prepared me for locating gay bars (not that I could have gotten in
anyway) or porno arcades in bookstores or the need for gardar.  I
tried several parks and gas stations but couldn't even find a glory
hole.  So, I decided to just try and behave myself and do without
knowing college would be a lot tougher than high school anyway.

But you know how doing without works.

It doesn't.

One weekend, after I'd been in college for a month or so, Pete and
Sonny drove up to spend Saturday and part of Sunday with me.
After a few hours of having them sitting around my digs, catching
me up on the news at home, I got so restless I had to go to the
bathroom and put on a jockstrap.  There was no possibility that
Pete and I were going to get to do anything but the thought of it was
driving me crazy.  As a consolation prize, Pete, without Sonny's
knowledge, had a good-sized load of beer and an assortment of
liquor in his car trunk, which we transferred into my storage area in
the garage.  Pete said it was for when I did some entertaining.
Knowing Pete I knew he meant for when I needed some help with
getting into some guy's pants.  Sonny seemed flattered rather than
angry that I'd named a dog after her; she wanted to take her home
with her, but I nixed that idea.

One Friday evening in late October, at the Student Union, a guy in
one of my classes asked me to play pool. The pool tables were
much in demand and two friends had asked him to find a fourth.  An
hour or so later, the game broke up.  The guy who'd asked me to
play needed to split and one of the others players left with him.  The
one remaining guy, who I'd been introduced to and whose name
was Gene Morris asked if I wanted to play longer.  Did I ever!  I'd
seen him a couple of times on campus.  Funny, isn't it, there were
30,000 students and you see them without really looking at them
unless they interested you.

Gene interested me.

I'd noticed him several times.  He was that good looking - a skinny
guy, probably about 5'- 9" tall with dark, semi-curly hair, high
forehead, dreamy, blue eyes and lips that made you want to stick
your tongue between them.  He also had a dimple in his chin.

I said, "Sure, you rack."

Neither of us were pool sharks.  I was on the verge of inviting him
up to the apartment  (thinking of the beer and liquor that Pete had
brought) when a guy, older than us, probably a senior or a post
graduate, handed Gene a Xeroxed sheet - an invitation to a party.

We read it together and Gene asked if I wanted to go.  I answered
his question with another question - do you?

"Yeh."

"Let's go then."

Gene said he didn't have a car.  I said I did.

By the time we'd walked to my car we were frozen.  While we'd
been in the Student Union, the temperature had taken a real drop
and the air was moist like a late rain or early snow was eminent.

While getting settled in the apartment I'd also cruised the town to
kind of acquaint myself with it and recognized the party address as
being in one of the new, upper class subdivisions at the northeast
edge of town.  It turned out to be a huge house and cars were
parked both up and down the street.

We parked a block from the house.  I reached into the back seat
and tossed a windbreaker jacket to Gene to wear and slipped on a
wool sweater over my shirt. The place was packed.  The guy who
answered the door and let us in directed us to a help yourself bar in
the kitchen.  I nursed on a beer since I was driving.  Gene got right
into hard liquor and it was evident that he either had a low tolerance
for it or hadn't eaten dinner.  Within a couple of hours his speech
was a little slurred when pronouncing some words.  I noticed he
was mixing himself Martinis on the rocks.  Pete had given me
Martinis several times when he said I needed loosening up.  I was
tempted but decided to limit myself to two beers.

I had to take a leak, went upstairs and saw that someone had taped
a label on one of the doors in the hall that said "Men".  I opened the
door, a hot looking, black dude was pissing in the john.  He was tall,
dark and handsome and hung 9 cut with a big, beautiful, pink
cockhead.  I said,  "I'm sorry."

He replied, "No prob. Join me."

Guess he saw me checking him out.  When he finished pissing, he
said, "Well."

I didn't know exactly what he meant - well, do you want it, or well
do you want banged against the wall if you don't stop staring.  So, I
zipped up and turned toward the door.

He said, "Lock it,"

I did, turned around and he'd put the lid down.  I sat on it and
sucked my first dick since I'd been in college and my first, ever
black one.

After I'd sucked him a few minutes, he put a hand on each side of
my head and started fucking my mouth.  He had a wild orgasm in
my mouth.  While he was climaxing, I had an orgasm, too - in my
pants - damn it.  I cleaned myself up as best I could and went
downstairs to look for Gene.

When I found him, some cunt was not only talking to him but was
standing so damn close she might as well have been stepping on
his shoes.  I decided it was time to secure my base or retreat.

He saw me and asked if I was ready to leave. In the car I asked him
if he lived on campus and he said that he lived in a rented room
across town.  I told him I didn't want to be helping him into some
strange house; he could crash with me.

He replied, "You're unbelievable."

"Unbelievable like good or like bad?"

"Oh I mean like good, believe me.  You weren't eager to go to that
party but you did and you drove your car, it was cold and you
loaned me your jacket and now you're taking me home go sober
up."

"I hope you don't feel I'm being forward taking you home.  I make
friends easily but I don't get thick with all of them.  I relate better on
a one to one basis with people I like."

"So, you're selective?"

"Yea, I guess I am."

"Me, too.  Did you select me?"

"Yea."

"Don't be too sure.  I may have selected you first"

"When did you select me?"

"When you walked into the pool room."

"Technically you beat me, but I'd seen you several times before on
campus and decided you were someone I'd like to know better."

"That's flattering."

Once in the apartment, Gene said he had to piss.  I turned on the
light in the bathroom, went to the kitchen and got a bottle of gin and
one of dry vermouth out of the cupboard.   Gene came in as I was
getting out some clean glasses, asked what I was doing and I
responded, teasingly and smiling, saying.  'My turn for a Martini, I'm
home now."

"Mix me one, too."

Still teasing him, I raised the bottle over my head and said, "No, I've
got to catch up with you".

He reached for the bottle, and in the process, his body pushed
against mine.  My cock immediately jumped into erection mode and
his did too.  Neither of us said anything but the way he looked at
me, open mouth and wide eyed was indescribable.

I put the bottle back on the counter; he bent me backwards over the
counter and kissed me - a long lasting, open-mouthed kiss.  It was
the first time I'd ever been kissed except by my mother. I yielded to
him. It was all I could do.  I felt as though I would fall to the floor if
he hadn't had his arm around my waist.  When he stopped, he kept
looking into my eyes and started unzipping my pants.  I took the
clue and attached his zipper.

With one of his hands holding my erection and our pants around
our ankles we waddled over to the couch and fell on it, side by side.

We both had hot pants even if our pants were around our ankles.

I had never been so sexually aroused.  He kept kissing me as if he
couldn't get enough.  I loved it.  Finally, he slid down and took my
cock into his mouth.  Even though he had me totally aroused, I had
just shot a load while sucking the black dude at the party and Gene
had to suck me for longer than it usually took before I ejaculated.

The minute I did climax he lay back, seemingly exhausted, and it
was my turn.  His cock was smallish, smooth, free of veins - about
5 inches total length, thin but capped with a cockhead way
oversized for his shaft.  His little knockers were already snuggled
up to his body. I loved it but guessed he wouldn't last long and he
didn't.  I had barely started sucking him when he grunted, jerked
and his little knockers started their cum flowing down his urethra
tube along the bottom of his shaft. I could feel it coming with my
lips.  His orgasm was wild.  Even Pete had never unloaded his big
balls in such huge quantity.  Now I was exhausted.

Instead of making the couch into a bed, I grabbed a blanket from
the closet and spread it over him.

Do you want a Martini, now?

"Yes, please."

He seemed to have sobered up a bit.  I sure hoped he wouldn't
decide to leave.

I mixed two Martinis on the rocks, grabbed my cigarettes and
lighter, put them on the coffee table and turned off the lights, except
for the night light in the bathroom.  Sonny had gone back to sleep
after I'd come home and she'd checked out the situation and
decided I was in no danger and we didn't bring any food home with
us.

We were silent for a while, sitting, knees pulled up and feet on the
couch, snuggled together in the blanket.  It was Gene who broke
the silence.

"Do you think what we did was wrong?"

"No way.  Please don't tell me you do."

"I don't know."

"Well you cock seemed to have no doubts.  Jesus I've never known
anyone to shoot such a big load."

"Please don't get me wrong.  It was my first time with anyone, boy
or girl.  It was better than I ever imagined it would be.  But we had a
minister when I was in my early teens and he addressed a boy's
youth group once, talking about sex - masturbation - waiting until
we were married to do it - you know, the whole religious bit."

He finished with, "It turned out to be my ticket for a guilt trip."

"Oh, God, Gene, I'm so sorry.  I've heard the same stuff, but I don't
believe it.  God made us all in his image.  We are supposedly
created equal and we are supposed to love each other.  I know
that's not the reality of the matter.  But, men have been having sex
with men since forever, some say it's wrong, but what is natural for
one is not natural for the other.  You and I made love because we
wanted each other, we needed each other and, most importantly,
we satisfied each other.  I like you a lot, I hope you like me.  I hope
liking each other will grow into something stronger.  I know I'm not
going to change you because of what I've said, but I wanted you to
know my feelings and hope you'd see that there are two sides to
the issue."

"I feel you are the best thing that's ever happened to me here at
school, Mike.  You'll have to be a little patient with me.  I need to do
some exploring with you.  I don't know beans about sex."

"With you, I'll have all the patience in the world.  I leaned over and
kissed him on the cheek."

We got up, put the cushions aside, pulled out the bottom of the
couch and made it into a bed with the 4-inch thick foam pad on top.

We tumbled in totally naked, it was the first time in my life I'd ever
slept overnight with anyone.   I spooned up to his back stretching
my arm out along his leg.  He took my hand and put it on his penis,
                     already erect.  He wanted to do it again and he was not
alone.

I turned him over on his back, gave him a second orgasm, threw a
leg over his thighs and we went to sleep.  Sonny sensed we had
gone to bed late and let me sleep until eight o'clock before jumping
                     up on the bed, barking at me - telling me it was time
to find my
bathrobe and take her out to the alley.  It had rained during the
night.  Now the sky was clear but the air was still cold.  Gene was
still asleep and didn't n wake up while I made coffee.  When he did,
he got out of bed with a morning, piss hard-on and dashed for the
bathroom.  I was dressed and l handed him my bathrobe to use,
told him to shower and I'd make breakfast.

About ten, he asked me to take him home saying he'd better get to
his homework.  I gave him my apartment phone number and my
cell phone's too.  He didn't have a phone but said he'd call me.

After taking him home, I realized it was Saturday, so Sonny and I
detoured via the supermarket, went home and put stuff away, put
my laundry in a pillow case and went to a coin laundry.  When I
returned home, I folded stuff and put it away, scrubbed the
bathroom floor as well as the strip of vinyl flooring along the front of
the kitchen cabinets, fridge and range.  I dusted, ran the vacuum,
generally tidied up and made a second pot of coffee.  Now, with
nothing to occupy my mind I felt lonely and hoped Gene would call.
I missed him already and hoped he wouldn't get back to feeling
guilty about what happened.

I was tired.  The partying, drinking, staying up late had gotten to
me.  I took a nap on the sofa with Sonny at my feet; it was four in
the afternoon when I woke up to the phone ringing.  It was Gene.
He said he was calling from a Seven- Eleven mart, two blocks from
where he lived and wanted to know if I'd pick him up.  He sounded
as though he was on the verge of tears.  I told him to get a cup of
coffee and hang out for a while.  I'd be there in a few minutes.

I pulled up to the convenience store and honked the horn. Gene
came out with two cups of coffee and I drove over to the campus.
On Saturdays parking spaces were abundant. We got outside and
took Sonny on a sniffing tour.  I asked him why he was about to cry
on the phone.

"Oh, Mike, I really don't know.  You were so great to me last night
and this morning, too.  Despite the overcast, that glass gable in
your apartment made the whole place so light and airy.  Mine is so
dark and closed in.  I just got depressed and I don't get that way
very often.  I guess I just needed to talk to you.  I felt so lonely."  He
began to cry again but managed to say, "I don't want to scare you
off, but I think I love you."

"Jesus, I wish we could chance a kiss, but outside here, I don't
think so.  I love you, too, Gene, I really do.  Let's go back to your
place and pack up your stuff.  I want you to move in with me.  I
came prepared with plastic, garbage bags to put your stuff into.  We
can sort it out later."

Back at my digs, we put his stuff in the middle of the floor to deal
with it later, fed Sonny, and went to a restaurant.

On the way, I'd told him that I'd been in a funk mood all day, I'd
missed him, too, and guessed we'd both turned from liking to loving
about the same time. Things had happened almost too fast to cope
with but I was sure we'd work everything out.  (As the old saying
goes - love will find a way.)

It did.

We stowed Gene's stuff, had a couple of Martinis and finally went
to bed.

Holy shit, he kinda scared me - He'd remarked that I'd have to be
patient with him because he didn't know beans about sex

Either what he needed to know came to him like a flash of
lightening or his dick knew more about sex than he did.  He began
open mouth kissing me, pinching my nipples and at the same time
rubbing a hand around my crotch and in the crack between my
buns.  I could feel his hardness pressing against me and he soon
had me so fucking hot I was about to go crazy.  He was making
love to me as though I was a girl.

The only thought I could muster up was that he was going to fuck
me and I was going to let him.

He did - without lube.  I yielded to him.

It hurt like hell.

Pete was right.  You could feel a guy emptying his load in your ass.

He ejaculated, breathed on my neck a while, rolled off of me,
went down on me and sucked me dry.  Made me wonder just what
it was that he didn't know about sex.

I had a really sore ass in the morning, but thinking of who had
made it sore and how it got that way made it feel a little better.  In
the shower, I even managed a smile thinking of it.

So, what began at a late October party, jammed with students and
hosted by someone who remained nameless, continued until Gene
and I graduated four years later.  Despite Summer School it took us
four years because some required courses were not offered in
Summer School.  Gene's parents had both died when he was in
high school and grandparents in the southwestern corner of the
state raised him.  In Colorado we call the area the Western Slope.
He felt obligated to them as they paid for his college education.  He
helped by working part time at the bookstore in the Student Union.
As a matter of fact I did, too.  We were both part-time cashiers.

I helped him out somewhat too, against his initial objections, by not
charging him rent or other shared living expenses, like food.  After
all, the landlady didn't raise the lease fees and I couldn't cook, so
Gene's ability to cook was to me, a significant contribution.

For both of us, it was an extremely happy and gratifying four years.
Looking back, I think we fell in love the moment he pressed his
body against mine when he was reaching up to grab the bottle of
gin I was holding above my head.  We still had hot pants for each
other and in so many ways.  There are so many things - little things
that I remember - for one example: I usually woke before him
because of Sonny needing to be taken for her morning walk.  When
I'd come back, I'd get back into bed and just look at him, what ever
was uncovered - it didn't matter if it was his face, the back of his
head or his cock erected with the need to take a morning piss.  I
loved everything about him.   I never tired of just looking at him and
when he'd wake, knowing what I'd been doing, he'd always smile
and hug me, go to the bathroom, get back into bed and get another
erection for me to suck on.

We did go to mixed parties, gay parties and porno
bookstores/arcades - but always together.

There was one exception to our being a couple.  He was so fucking
neat and the three of us became such close friends. His name is
Allen Jefferson.  He was a senior when we were juniors and we met
him in the winter of our junior year, so we knew him for about six
months before finishing college.  He was the most beautiful, young,
black man that I'd ever met and probably ever will.

Gene and I both knew him.  We had seen him numerous times in
the bookstore.  We had both checked him through the cashiers line
on occasion.  Once seen, he was someone you'd never forget; his
caramel colored skin, shaved head, deep black eyes under arched
eyebrows, even features, teeth worthy of a toothpaste commercial,
small in stature and a smile that warmed up the coldest day.  He
was just one of 30,000 students but one we'd both noticed, liked
but never had the opportunity to become friends with.

That is until one cold as hell winter night in Denver.  The bookstore
manager, who Gene and I speculated was gay, despite being
married to a nice looking woman and the father of three kids, had
given us tickets to the Denver Symphony, because he and his wife
couldn't attend.

After the concert, we met Allen in the Lobby, we recognized each
other, introductions were made and we walked to the parking
garage that we'd both used.  When we got to the garage Allen
asked what floor we were on and I told him the fourth.  He said that
was good because he had a favor to ask.  The favor was to not
leave until he was sure his car would start because he'd been
having battery problems but no time to attend to it. The battery
didn't start.  Extreme cold and heat did that to batteries. We all
realized he'd waste a couple of hours waiting around in the cold for
one to be delivered if he'd called an emergency service, so we
gave him a ride home - my offering to drive him back to Denver in
the morning because I didn't have classes until 2 o'clock in the
afternoon on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Normally it was about an hour and a half drive home, but we
weren't even out of Denver when it started to snow.  The further we
went the worse the wind became and it was obvious we were in for
a blizzard. Allen lived on the extreme, opposite edge of town and
was as edgy as hell about the weather.  Gene asked him if he
wanted to come to the apartment; he had a crock-pot of stew that
would be ready to eat and if the weather got too bad he could
spend the night.  I think Allen was just glad to have company and
he agreed. I was glad when we were home and the car was in the
garage.

We had a few drinks, Allen wanted scotch and so we all had the
same.  We then had the stew, French bread and some sliced
tomatoes. Allen was a bit like Gene, he couldn't hold his liquor, but
that didn't deter us from having a couple of more after dinner as we
talked about college, the symphony, the blizzard and, finally, sex.
That led to my saying that Gene and I thought the manager of the
bookstore was gay.  Allen said he knew he was; he'd given Allen a
blowjob, or at least tried.  He wasn't any good at it.

Gene remarked, "What's so difficult about a blowjob."

Allen responded that he had a difficult cock to suck.  We asked why
and he said he had a dick that curved 90 degrees to his left.

Curious, we enticed him to show it to us.  He said it had to be erect
before it curved.

He jacked it up for us.

His jacking it made Gene's and mine hard too.  It was just too
sexually arousing watching him jacking himself not to get hard.

We made the couch into a bed and undressed, never taking our
eyes off the prize, eight inches of bent cock that protruded from
between Allen's legs and cured left, as he'd explained.

Being avid cock suckers and suddenly desperate for Allen's, we
devised a way to get at it.  I asked Allen to lie on his left side on the
edge of the bed.  The end of his cock pointed down, but it had
some flexibility in the way it could be moved.  Taking it into my
hand, I pulled it up, put it in my mouth and went around the bend.
Gene asked him to raise his leg.  He did.  Gene stuck his face in
and sucked on his balls as I sucked his cock.  Allen was like Pete in
that he didn't shoot easily.  Gene and I changed positions.  Allen
about fell off the bed when as he ejaculated.  Gene and I had again
changed positions and he ejaculated into my mouth.

I did, too, and ejaculated while his cock juice was pouring into my
mouth.

Not in my pants this time.   If I'd learned anything in college it was
to not suck cock while mine was in my pants.

He liked it.  He came back for more - at least twice a week.

We became good friend.

In May, before Gene and I were to be swamped with studying for
final exams, we went home.  He lived so far away he'd spent
Thanksgiving and other holidays, except Christmas, at home with
me for four years.  My parents loved him.  My dad had a surprise
for me - a graduation present - a new, silver colored Pontiac 2-
door Grand Am.

My dad always bought GM cars.  Maybe he owned some GM stock
or didn't believe in world trade.  I really never questioned the why or
which of the matter.

I asked him if I should leave the Geo with him so he could sell it.
He said, "Hell no.  I don't want to fool around with it. Give it to
Gene.  He probably could use it.  Gene was delighted. I'd taken
very good care of the car and it had a little less than 30,000 miles
on it.

That was the good pre-graduation news.  The bad news was that
Sonny and Pete, who had lived in Sierra City, Arizona for two
years, parted ways.  They weren't divorced.  Pete had gotten a new
job with TRW in the Los Angeles area and Sonny didn't want to go.
She was nursing at a local hospital.  That was Sonny's version,
anyway.  I figured there might be more to it than she was admitting
to.

I hated that - for both their sakes and mine as well.  I hadn't sucked
on Pete's big dick for years, but I liked having him as a brother-in-
law.

TO BE CONTINUED