Date: Sat, 14 Mar 2020 18:50:11 -0500
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: Declan's School Experience by Cutter09 Gay adult/youth

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  Declan's School Experience

  My parents are both doctors. My mother is an opthamologist, my father a
heart surgeon, so both were smart cookies. I guess I got some good crumbs
from those cookies because I graduated with honors and got some decent
scholarship money to an elite school. Not quite enough for a full ride, but
decent. My parents would have to shell out some, but they could afford it.

  There I am, feeling like the campus hotshot, first day in my new dorm
room, contemplating the percentage of the female student body I would
plunder the first semester.

 Then the door opens and three people enter. A man, a woman, and a little
boy. I knew I was sharing the room with another student named Declan
Strickland, so I assumed it was his family.

  My father always said, "You only get one chance at a first impression, so
make it a good one." So, I dragged my happy ass off the bed and held out my
hand.

   "Bryson Dobbs. You must be Declan's parents." I offer in introduction.

  "Mathew Strickland, and this is my wife Emily," the man replied, shaking
my hand.

  "You just missed meeting my father," I said to the kind looking man.

  He put his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Oh, I'm sure we'll all get to
see each other plenty. Declan has a long way to go, I'm hoping you can be a
good influence on him."

  "Yes Sir. I promise not too many keg parties, and lot's of all nighters
studying."

  He gave me an odd look. "Keg parties?"

  "Just joking sir. I'm sure we'll get along fine. Um... Do you think he
might need help unloading his things?" I asked glancing toward the door,
assuming that was what was keeping him.

  "Yes, we could use some help. See there. I told you he was probably a
nice young man," Mr. Strickland said, patting the boy's shoulder. They all
turned and headed out the door, so I followed.

  "Declan insisted on the complete university experience, so opted for the
shared dorm room. His only concern was what kind of roommate he might
receive in the lottery," Strickland said as he opened the hatch on his
S.U.V.

  I grabbed a couple of heavy looking boxes. "I was a little concerned
too. But I figured it's all part of growing up, and facing our
fears. Right?"

  "Exactly what I told Declan," he replied.

  Everybody took something back to the room, managing to get it all in one
trip.

  "Thank you so much for your help. We have a long drive ahead of us, so
we'll leave you to it. Come Dear," Mrs. Strickland said, and they were out
the door.

  That went well, my father would be proud. Now I just needed to meet
Declan. I thought to myself as I watched the door close. Then it dawned on
me. I didn't see the little boy leave.

  "Uh... shouldn't you go with them?" I said, turning to the boy.

  "We're not really partial to long goodbyes. I assume you are taking this
side of the room?" he said gesturing to the left.

  Shit! He's Declan! But he looks only like ten years
old. "Uh... Um... Yeah, I guess. You're Declan?"

  "I know you're surprised. I'm small for my age."

  "How old are you?" Lord please let him say he's a midget eighteen year
old.

  "Twelve. Well, actually twelve and a half."

  Crap. He still counts half years. "Are you sure you're in the right
place?"

  "Yes. I'm guessing the housing office didn't tell you about me. I'm here
to start my master's degree. I earned my two associates and two bachelors
while in high school. Longest two years of my life."

  Two years? And four degrees too? Damn! I thought I was hot shit, but I
could actually hear my ego deflating. Just twelve years old too. Now I
understand his father's reaction to hearing of keg parties.

  This dormitory building was fairly new, and really quite nice. Our room
had two closets, two corner computer desks, two chests and two full size
beds, along with a private bathroom. Each floor had a common room, with a
couple of TVs and pool tables etc.

  I watched in stunned silence as Declan set up a rather elaborate computer
system on his desk. Then began unpacking his clothes.

  Ok, I can handle this. So what if my roommate is a child genius? It's not
like I'm a dummy. He's just special. Who cares if his I.Q. is probably like
300 or something. I'm no slouch.

  But, how is this going to affect my college experience? I had visions of
getting a cool roommate. One to party with, one who might have a fake I.D,
and chase the ladies. But Nooo, I get Einstein and Tesla's love child. Damn
it! I wanted to try all the things I'm supposed to try in college. Maybe
even finally lose my virginity.

  And Shit! How am I going to beat off twice a day with a toddler running
around? At least I had my own bathroom at home and didn't worry about
anyone hearing me in there, and I sure didn't hesitate to stroke one out in
bed. Now what am I going to do?

  "Um... Your folks seem nice." Not much of a conversation starter, but
it's all I could come up with.

  "Yes, they are," he replied without even looking at me. He was straining
to hang a shirt in the closet on the bar that was just out of reach.

  "Oh... Um, let me help," I said, jumping up to assist him.

  I hooked the hanger over the bar, and looked down at him. Damn he's
small, no wonder I mistook him for younger. Cute kid though.

  "You put them on hangers and I'll stick them up," I offered, and received
a dimpled smile.

  "Thank you for your help. Sorry I'm so small."

  "Hey, it's not you. They made these too high. I had to stretch, and I'm
six foot two." It was only a little lie. The bar is high, but I didn't have
to stretch. This kid wasn't even five feet.

  Besides being short, he was slender as well. His hair was light brown
with a slight messy curl. And when he handed me the next shirt, I noticed
he had large, emerald green eyes that sort of drew you in. Made you want to
hear his thoughts because it seemed they were only about you.

  "What do your parents do?" I asked as I hung the next item.

  "They're both elementary school teachers."

  "Wow, really? And they could afford to send you to this place?"

  "Heavens no. I have a full scholarship and a monthly stipend from the
university. They even gave me a signing bonus to get me to come here. It
boosts their stats. Donors get generous. They can brag that I received my
degree here."

  "Humble much?" I muttered under my breath.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I guess I'm a bit
nervous about all this. I've never been away from home," he said, with a
trembling voice.

  Damn, now I feel like a shit heel. I knelt down to eye level with
him. "Hey, I'm scared too. It's a whole new world here for both of us. But
we'll get through it together. Okay?"

  He brightened a little and nodded.

  "Roomies stick together. Right?" I said offering my hand.

  He placed his small hand in mine and gave me a big smile. Damn he's cute,
beautiful really.

  We finished hanging his clothes, then heard a lot of whooping and
hollering in the halls outside our door. Obviously the parents had all left
the building, and it was party time.

  I looked at Declan and said, "Shall we join the festivities? Come on."

  Placing my arm around his shoulders, I led him into the hallway. There
was loud music, and the smell of weed hit me instantly. In the common room,
guys were being guys at their silliest. Seems everyone had an alcoholic
beverage, some were drinking straight from the bottle.

  We were standing there observing, when suddenly we were shoved aside by
two guys in boxer shorts. They were carrying a girl clad in just panties
and bra. One had her arms, the other her legs. They tossed her onto one of
the sofas and one of the guys immediately pounced on her in a liplock. The
other began groping her, pulling her bra up to her neck, exposing her ample
tits.

  I stared in awe, having never been this close to a live pair, only
pictures in magazines. Then someone hollered in my ear over the noise, "Do
you think your little brother should be at this kind of party?"

  I glanced down at Declan. His eyes were locked on the sofa trio. I spun
him around and guided him back to our room.

  He looked sad as I closed the door behind us. "Why the long face? You
didn't actually want to stay there did you?"

  "No, not really...That guy thought I was your little brother."

  "Well, that would be the natural assumption."

  "I guess you're right. I'm a bit of an oddity," he said gloomily.

  "None of that. You're fine. They're just idiots letting off steam."

  "Thanks, Bryson."

  "My friends call me Bry."

  "Ok. I guess you can call me Dec then."

  "Is that what your friends call you?"

  He shrugged. "If you do, it is. If you want to go join the party, I
understand."

  The way he said it, I took it to mean he had no friends. "No. I don't
really go for all that drinking and stuff." I hadn't before, but had hoped
to now that I was away from home.

  "Then why is there a bottle and two glasses on your desk?"

  Shit, forgot that was there. I had snuck it from the liquor cabinet and
into my suitcase without my parents noticing. I had planned to celebrate
with my new roommate. Well, so much for that.

  "Uh... that was just in case of an emergency. You know like if we need to
sterilize something." Damn, that was lame. But it's the only thing I could
come up with quickly.

  "Riiight," he said drawing the word out, with a smile.

  "Let's go get something to eat," I offered, changing the subject.

  We worked our way through the party and over to the student cafeteria. It
wasn't crowded, only a few lingering parents and their offspring. We got
our food and sat down. Dec seemed a bit withdrawn, so I tried to brighten
him up with silly jokes. It was working to some degree, but he kept
watching the families leaving, hugging goodbye, and tears flowing,
especially from mothers.

  I recalled how his parents left. There were no tears or emotional
outpouring.  Hell, my dad gave me a huge hug, and he's not really the
demonstrative type.

  We finished our food, and decided to walk around the campus. Declan
pointed out places and buildings of interest. He had apparently memorized a
map of the school.

  Back at the dorm, the party was still in full swing. Sofa girl, now nude,
flew passed us. Followed by an equally nude male, though he was not one of
the first two.

  I shoved Dec into our room. "Bry, I'm not a baby. I've seen dicks... uh
porn before," he protested.

  "Well that doesn't mean you need it thrown in your face."

  "I wish," he mumbled as he plopped onto his bed.

  We chatted and got to know each other. He didn't mention any friends, or
his high school football team, or anything that would indicate a normal
childhood. The party continued for a couple of hours before starting to
quieten down. "I think I'll shower now. Maybe we can eventually get some
sleep," I noted.

  I stripped down to my boxers without a thought, grabbed my towel, and
headed into the bathroom. I suddenly remembered that I wasn't at home, and
closed the door just as I removed my boxers.

  The water felt great, and I automatically reached for my cock. I wanted
to stroke out a good one but Dec was waiting to use the shower. He's not
stupid, and said he had seen porn, so if I took too long, he'd know why. So
I decided to wait till he was asleep.

  I wrapped my towel around me and entered the room. Declan got up and took
my place in the bathroom. When I heard the shower door open and close
indicating he had stepped in, I removed the towel and retrieved a clean
pair of boxers.

  He came out of the bathroom, fully redressed. "Could we turn out the
lights now?"

  I thought it was cute that he was shy. "Sure," I replied.

  Declan doused the lights, but there was still enough to see him strip
down to his tighty whities and crawl into bed.

  Everyone had either given up on partying, or passed out, the building was
finally quiet. I lay there thinking about my first day on campus. It wasn't
quite the experience I thought it would be, but it was definitely an
experience. My roommate was some top shelf genius, and I was reduced to
babysitter status. He seemed like a good kid though, even if a bit
standoffish. And I always wanted a younger brother. I just didn't think I
would be in college when I got one.

  These thoughts were going through my mind, when I heard something from
the other side of the room. It sounded like sniffling. Was Declan crying?

  "Are you ok Dec?" I said, turning on my bedside lamp.

  "I'm fine."

  I could hear the truth though. I got out of bed and went to him. His back
was to me and the cover was pulled up to his mid chest, so I placed my hand
on his bare shoulder as I sat on the edge of his bed.

"Home sick? Missing your family?"

  "No. It's just..." He stopped to sniffle again. "I don't know..."

  "Come on, Dec. We're in this together. Remember?"

  He turned to face me. I could see the tear streaks on his face. Those
emerald eyes, wet, yet still magnetic. "They just left me. Not even a
`goodbye."

  Ah. Now I get it. His parents' leaving.  "I'm sure it just slipped their
mind."

  Declan pulled himself up to sit beside me on the bed. "No. We've never
been close. It's like they're afraid of me or something."

  "People tend to fear things they don't understand. It's not you they
fear, it's your intelligence," I pointed out as I glanced down at his
briefs.

  "Are you afraid of me?"

  "Do you plan to murder me in my sleep?"

  Declan chuckled. "No."

  "Then no...  Admire, envy, like, but not fear."

  He leaned in and hugged me. "Thanks Bry." Then he looked at the bottle of
Jack Daniels sitting on my desk. "Can we sterilize something now?"

  "Um... I don't know about that, Dec."

  "Everybody else celebrated, and I know that's why you brought it. We
should celebrate too, it's part of the college experience."

  "Ok, but just a little."

  Declan jumped up to get the bottle and glasses. He handed me the bottle
and stood in front of me holding out the two glasses. My eyes were drawn to
the bulge in his briefs. For his age and size, it seemed substantial. As I
poured some booze into the glasses, the bulge was still in my line of
sight. I felt my boxers threaten to tent out, and tried to will it down.

  "Just a little, and sip it slowly," I told the preteen.

  He raised the glass to his full pouty lips, taking as little as
possible. He coughed and sputtered. With a hoarse broken voice he said,
"People like this stuff?"

  I laughed at him a little. "It takes some getting used to. A toast to the
future," I said, raising my glass.

  "To the future," he agreed.

  We both took a sip, as my eyes traveled over his nearly nude body. I had
already noticed his pouty lips and dimples. The further my eyes traveled,
the more I saw that I liked. Nipples so pale they were almost
nonexistent. Smooth flat belly, inny belly button, and stuffed pouch of his
tighty whities.

  The ridge in his undies suggested he was mature enough to masturbate. I
know I was doing it at that age. But he's just so small, you wouldn't
suspect that he did. He said he had seen porn, so maybe he did. Then my
mind flashed on his little hand wrapped around that prominent appendage,
and my cock was on the rise again.

  His second sip seemed to go down easier. "Am I supposed to be feeling
warm?"

  "Yep, booze will do that to you."

  He sat down beside me, our hips touching. "So, you think my parents love
me, they just don't understand me?"

  "Absolutely. I could tell your Dad was quite proud of you. That indicates
he loves you deeply."

  He placed his little arm around me and laid his head against my arm. "I'm
glad I got you for a roommate."

  "If you tell your dad that I gave you a drink, you might not be my
roommate much longer."

  His arm stayed around me as we sat and sipped. I don't know why my eyes
kept drifting to his bulging briefs, but they did. My cock was standing in
my lap, making an obscene tent there.

  Declan noticed it, then suddenly downed the remainder of his drink. "I
need to go to bed."

  I could tell his dick had thickened and elongated, when he stood to crawl
back into bed. I turned out the lamp and slid into my bed too.

  "Bry?"

  "Yeah?"


  "Thanks."

  "Anytime, Dec."

  Now, I was the one having trouble sleeping. I had a lot of self
reflection to do. Why did seeing Declan in his underwear affect me so? I'm
straight, right? I watch straight porn when I jerk off. I hate lesbian
porn. It does nothing for me, I'd rather see a girl getting a dick. Never
seen any gay porn. But when I watch porn, I'm thinking about the girl
getting a dick, not about fucking the girl myself . Shit! It's all about
the dick, not the pussy. How could I have lived eighteen years and just now
find out I like dick? Do the girls back home know this? Is that why I've
never gotten lucky with a girl? Do girls have gaydar? Why didn't I get hard
while showering after gym? Because we know we're not supposed to look at
the other guys. I guess I never did. Well, maybe a peek or two, then I'd
quickly turn away in case something came up. Fuck! I like dicks. Now I'm
sharing a room with a very cute boy, with what appears to be a very nice
dick. His father wanted me to be a good influence on Dec. Let's see, wild
party with nudes, check. Drink booze,check. Get perved on, check. Yep,
great influence. His dad is going to kill me.

  I don't know what woke me, I could have slept longer, since I'd tossed
and turned all night. And every time I did, my cock reminded me I've been
ignoring it. Seeing Dec get out of bed, stretch, scratch his ass on the way
to the bathroom, all with a noticeable erection didn't help.

  When Declan exited the bathroom, his erection was less noticeable, but
still thick looking. I watched him straighten his bed, then pull on his
shorts. His back was to me, but I think he stroked it a few times before
shoving it in and zipping up.

  "Good morning," I said with a yawn.

  "A very good morning to you as well," Dec replied turning and giving me a
huge dimple filled smile.

  I threw my cover off and got up. We both noticed at the same time that
all eight and three quarters inches of my cock was waving at Dec through
the unbuttoned fly of my boxers.

  "Shit!" we said in unison. Me from embarrassment, him from shock.

  I stuffed it back through the opening as I shuffled to the john. When I
returned to the room, Dec was at his desk on the computer.

  "I hope you don't mind, I saw your class schedule on your desk, so I
integrated it with my callender so I would know when we could get
together."

  "No worries. Good idea." At least I hoped so.

  It was Sunday, and classes didn't start till Monday. We decided to get
breakfast then head to the gym for a workout. Dec couldn't do much, but he
stayed by my side and tried to follow what I did, using much less weight of
course. I worked up a pretty good sweat, and started for the shower.

  In the men's locker room, two guys were getting undressed. "I'll wait
until we get back to the dorm," Dec said when he noticed the other guys.

  "I can wait too," I said.

  "No, then one of us would be all sweaty and sitting on the furniture
waiting. You go ahead."

  I would have been hesitant about stripping in front of him, but Dec had
seen me with a raging boner earlier, so I undressed, placing my things in a
locker. He sat there on the bench beside me. I could still feel his eyes on
me as I entered the shower. My mind was on having just exposed myself to
Dec, so it took me a few minutes to realize I wasn't alone in the
shower. The two guys had come into the large shower room. They were
chatting about the naked girl in our dorm yesterday. At least I assume that
was the naked girl they were talking about. I guess there could have been
one in another dorm building. Either way, it brought my attention to
them. Since they were preoccupied, I took a chance to check them out.

  They were attractive I guess, but I was more interested in what reaction
I would have at seeing their cocks. One was rather smallish looking, the
other I guess on the low side of average, and pretty thin. Both sprouted
from dark thick bushes. The average guy began washing his cock, and by the
time he finished, I could see that it had filled out a bit. The other guy
washed his too, and it doubled in size without being completely hard, but
close. I guess he would be called a grower. The main thing is, I wondered
what they would feel like in my hand. I wanted to go over and offer to wash
their cocks for them. I also noticed the stirring in my groin. Shit, I do
like cocks! I didn't get stirred up when that naked girl ran by me.

  I finished bathing and went back to find Dec waiting by my locker. I
casually removed the towel from my waist and took my time getting my things
out and dressed.

  Before, I had been hesitant. Now, I wanted him to see me. Damn! I am a
perv, I wanted a twelve and a half year old to see me naked. And Dec did
see me. His eyes never left my crotch. I guess that's normal though. If
someone is naked in front of you, you're gonna look. Male, female,
whatever, especially if you're twelve and a half. As I dressed, my cock
swung to and fro, and started to chub up again. I finally tucked my half
hard on away, and we left.

  Walking towards the dorm, Dec asked "Can I ask you something?"

  I replied, "Why do people do that? Ask if they can ask. Why not just ask
the question and save time? You may only be allowed one question. Why use
up what may be your one question by asking if you can ask?"

  "I think that by asking if you can ask implies it maybe something you
don't want to answer," Dec replied.

  "Well, just ask me whatever you want. I may answer that I don't want to
answer. But you can always ask."

  "This is a silly conversation," Dec declared.

  "Yes it is. So, ask your damn question already, or was that it."

  Dec rolled his eyes before asking, "Those guys... their um penises were a
lot smaller than yours, is that normal? I mean is your's normal size or
theirs?"

  "Well, Dec, there are growers and there are showers. A grower is smaller
in its soft state, but grows a lot when hard. A shower looks bigger soft,
but doesn't grow much when hard. Those guys are probably close to average
when erect."

  "Then you must be both, a grower and a shower. It was bigger than theirs
soft and... well, this morning it was really big."

  "I guess I'm lucky in that respect."

  "So, it's good to have a big one?" he asked.

  "Some people think so. So what about you, are you a grower or a shower?"
I asked, giving him a little shove.

  "I really hadn't thought about it in those terms, but I think I'm a
little bigger than those guys."

  That was interesting news. He's not yet thirteen and bigger than two
grown guys.

  We reached the room and Dec had more questions. "Did you see those
neckties on the doorknobs? What's that all about?"

  I had noticed three ties on doorknobs on the way. "Well... I'm only
guessing here, but it's not unusual for a guy to hang a tie on the doorknob
to let his roommate know he has a girl in the room and doesn't want to be
disturbed. A considerate roommate will wait and not barge in."

  "So someone is having sex in those rooms?"

  "Probably."

  "Will I be finding a tie on the doorknob often?" he asked seriously.

  "If history is any indication, then no. Will I?"

  Dec laughed. "Only if I'm trying to hang myself and too stupid to figure
out how. I'm going to take a shower."

  When he came out, it was back to the inquisition. "Bry, did you have a
girlfriend back home?"

 "Nope. Did you?"

  Dec rolled his eyes at me again. "My own parents are afraid of me. Do you
really think I had a chance with a girl? I can just see me dancing with
some five foot eight blond at the prom, her tits resting on top of my
head."

  We both had a good laugh at that thought.

  On the way to dinner, I noted, "Looks like we might get some rain."

  "Rain is fine, but I hate thunder and lightning."

  In line to get food, there was a couple behind us. We heard them
whispering about Declan. The boy said something I didn't quite catch, and
the girl replied "He's some genius or something, I read about him in the
paper."

  The boy elbows the girl as if to say `Watch this', then says to me
"Aren't you a little young to have a toddler?" and then laughed.

  Dec turns to glare at the guy, then said to the girl, "Shouldn't your pet
neanderthal be on a leash?"

  The guy's face turned angry, so I stepped between him and Declan. "You
deserved that."  I've never played any sports, but I'm big and muscular, so
he backed down.

  When we sat down to eat, I told Dec, "You have to be careful. Next time I
might not be there to stop it."

  "It's just that I've had to put up with this shit all my life. I'd hoped
it would be different in an institution of higher learning."

  "It will be, but there are assholes everywhere. Just ignore it as much as
possible."

  We enjoyed the rest of the meal without incident, but I did notice stares
from the other students. I guess Declan is a bit of an oddity.

  Declan's mom called just after we returned from dinner. "I'm fine
Mom... No, I hadn't heard. I'm sure I'll be okay... Yes, he's really nice,
I like him a lot... Okay, Mom. Bye."

  "My mom says we're expecting a bad storm."

  "Well, we should turn in early anyway, Big day tomorrow."

  Declan turned out the lights, undressed, and slid into bed. I don't know
how long I was asleep, when a loud clap of thunder woke me. The wind was
howling, heavy rain was blowing against the window, lightning was
illuminating the room.

  I looked over at Declan's bed. He was sitting up with his back against
the wall, knees drawn up, clutching a pillow to his chest. He appeared to
be frightened to death.

  I raised my cover in offering. He jumped up, ran to my bed, and literally
dove in beside me. He spooned his little body into mine, shaking as if
freezing. I put my arm around him and drew him closer.

  "It's okay, Dec. I'm here. Nothing is going to hurt you."

  The storm raged on, but after a few minutes, I felt him calm down and
relax. Soon after, I noticed him breathing as if asleep. I felt so bad for
this frightened, lonely little boy, thrust into the big scary world to fend
for himself. My mom always said I was a sucker for strays and underdogs. I
guess she's right. He was now in my care.

  I awoke a little disoriented, feeling a body next to me. I've never slept
with anyone. Also, I was squeezing a cloth covered cock, but not my own. It
felt similar, not quite as long or as thick, but on this small boy it must
look like an anaconda. I took advantage of the situation and continued to
squeeze his cock, trying to decipher what it looked like, as if it were
braille.

  "Bry, are you awake?" Dec asked.

  I played possum, pretending to be asleep. He nudged me with his
elbow. "Bry?"

  I stirred a little. "Bry. Are you awake?" he repeated.

  "I am now," I said as if he just woke me.

  "Part of you has been awake for awhile," he said pushing back at me with
his butt.

  I realized my throbbing morning wood was pressed against his butt and
back.

  "Uh... Sorry Dec."

  "It's alright. Only natural," he replied, but didn't move away.

  We lay there a few minutes in silence. Neither of us moved, and I really
wanted to continue to squeeze his dick, but resisted, content to just hold
it.

  My alarm clock signaled time to get up, and Declan reached over and
turned it off, but still didn't pull away from our rather intimate
position.

  "Are you okay now? Feeling better?" I whispered to the top of his head.

  "I'm great," came his whispered reply.

  "We should get up. We both have class," I reminded him.

  He rolled out of my bed but turned to ask "Want to meet for lunch?"

  My eyes were drawn to his briefs. I could see the outline of the preteen
dick that had just been in my hand. My cock throbbed again.

  "Bry?" he said, startling me to get my attention.

  He had seen where I was looking and grinned at
me. "Do... you... want... to... meet... for... lunch?"

  "Um... Sure," I said as I rolled out.

  "I was up first, so I get to go first," he said as he cut me off on the
way to the bathroom.

  When he came out, I was waiting by the door, boxers still tented
obscenely. He glanced down at it, smiled, then went to get dressed.

  We both had classes till noon, then from two to five. At lunch he was
fine, by dinner he was sullen again.

  When I asked him about it he replied, "You don't know what it's like
being the smartest kid in the room."

  "Hard as it is to believe, but I actually do. I was that kid. Not to your
level of course, but I was."

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I know you're smart
too. But I was reading at three, graduated highschool with four degrees at
twelve fucking years old. Yet I don't get any respect. Nothing but ridicule
and bullying."

  "Look Dec. Underneath that oversized brain, is a sweet little boy. Just
give people a chance to know that boy first, before letting that brain
overshadow them."

  "You're saying don't let them know I'm smart?"

  "They know you're smart, or you wouldn't be here. Just don't slap them in
the face with it."

  He nodded in reflection. Then said, "Let's go home. There's a zombie
movie coming on that I want to see."

  I stood up. "You're joking right?"

  Declan put his arms around my waist, looking up at me. Those emerald eyes
captured and drew me in. "Yes, I'm joking. But let's go home anyway."

  His mood brightened, he was almost bouncing all the way back to the
dorm. Once inside the room, he announced, "I'm first in the shower."

  He went to his bed and stripped down to his underwear, laying his clothes
neatly on his bed. Then walked slowly passed me to the bathroom. Or maybe
it just seemed slow, because I committed to memory every move his basket
made as he passed. I couldn't help but recall how it had felt in my hand
that morning, and my cock was on the rise.

  Declan came out in his damp briefs. I could see the flesh tones of his
dick. "Why aren't you dressed like you were after your shower yesterday?" I
asked, pointing out his lack of shyness.

  "After this morning, it seems a bit ridiculous," he replied logically,
acknowledging our intimate encounter.

  I followed his lead and stripped to my boxers before going into the
bathroom.  I desperately wanted to stroke my cock but refrained again. It's
been four days, and my eyeballs were turning white with sperm backup.

  When I came out Declan was sitting at his desk working on his computer,
still in his briefs. I got out my laptop to work too, and to take my mind
off the nearly naked boy in the room.

  After about an hour Declan said, "This is nice. Working side by side with
someone. I've never done this."

  "What are you working on?"

  "A paper on quantum physics. You?"

  "Uh... Math."

  "Well, I'm sure you'll get it right, but if you have any questions... Um
never mind. Forget I said that," he said, remembering our previous
conversation.

  At ten o'clock we turned out the lights and went to bed. I awoke sometime
later with a small warm body tucked in my arms. I smiled to myself, shook
my head, and went back to sleep.

  I awoke next when his hand touched mine. Mine just happened to be
gripping his cotton covered dick again. He didn't pull my hand away. In
fact it was like he was holding it there so I wouldn't remove it.

  I waited a few minutes then said, "Dec, it's not storming."

  "I know. I just feel safer here with you."

  The little shit already knew which buttons to push to get his
way. Trouble is, he was pushing several other buttons too. Without
thinking, I pulled him tighter to me, my cock again throbbing against his
backside.

  Unfortunately the alarm went off. We didn't budge. I knew Declan had a
class but I didn't. After a few minutes I gave his dick a deliberate
squeeze and said, "You gotta get up."

  "I am up. As if you didn't know."

  "Smart ass. Get up." I squeezed it again, and pushed him out of bed.

  He reluctantly acquiesced, and went to the bathroom. I lay in bed and
watched when he came out and got dressed. It seemed he waited till the last
possible moment to tuck his package away and zip up.

  I decided to go for a workout at the gym. I guess a lot of guys didn't
have Tuesday classes, because the place was busy. During my workout, I was
trying to figure out what was happening between Declan and me. Sometimes he
was my little brother, sometimes my roommate, sometimes a scared little
bunny. And yet there was this obvious sexual tension between us. Well, at
least for me it seemed sexual. I know I was thinking about it. But he was
so vulnerable, I didn't want to take advantage of him either. And I
wondered, do the age laws still apply when they're geniuses? It's not like
he's some little kid who doesn't know about sex.

  After my workout I went to the shower. I decided on just a quick rinse of
the sweat, because there were four guys in there. I didn't want to be
caught gawking.

  Back in the room, I had time alone, so there was no question what I was
going to do. I pulled up my favorite porn site, and for the first time,
typed into the search box `Gay'. Not even halfway through the first video
clip, I blew like Mount St. Helen.

  I had just finished cleaning myself when Declan came in. I quickly zipped
up, but I don't think I was quick enough.

  He looked at me suspiciously before saying, "Want to get lunch?"

  I stood, and it was obvious I was still somewhat erect. Declan didn't say
anything, but he certainly gave me a look. His demeanor at lunch is best
described as reserved. He had a two o'clock class, and left with hardly a
`goodbye'.

  When he came home, he said, "I hope you don't mind. I ordered us a pizza
for dinner. It's already paid for and should be here in a few minutes. I'm
going to shower while we wait."

  The pizza was delivered while he was in the bathroom. He came out in his
damp briefs again, and my cock sprung up. We sat on the floor eating pizza
and joking around. His mood was good, he said he was putting my advice to
work, and had a better day. I was happy to see him this way.

  We continued to laugh and mess around long after the pizza was
finished. At one point, I called him a little shit jokingly. He attacked me
and instigated a wrestling match. I let him have minor victories, and felt
his dick against several parts of my body as we played. I finally rolled
him over onto his back, holding his hands immobile. I was hovering right
over him, our eyes locked for a long moment, and I almost leaned down to
kiss him. I could feel his hardness throbbing beneath me, and I came to my
senses.

  "My turn for the shower," I declared as I jumped up and darted into the
bathroom. Jesus Christ, I almost kissed him! Worse yet, I don't think he
would have stopped me. I could see it in those damned eyes, not to mention
feeling it beneath me. I've gotta get a hold of myself.

  I came out and he was sitting at his desk waiting for me. "Ready for
bed?"

  I pulled back the covers and lay down. My head hadn't hit the pillow yet,
when he crawled in and spooned in front of me. I gave in and put my arm
around him. He took my hand and slid it down to his crotch.

  "Uh...Dec?"

  "It's going to get there eventually anyway."

  It did seem that way from the past two nights. But why did he have to be
so logical about me molesting him? Was it purely logic, or was it
permission to molest.

  Wednesday morning brought a new variable to the equation. My hand was at
his crotch again, but it was inside his underwear. My fingers were curled
around his young dick. At first I just laid there trying to decide if this
was reality, or just another dream, like I'd had all night. Was my hand
actually on someone's cock? Was it an adorable boy like Declan? Just to be
sure, I slid my hand up. I found the head of his cock. It was real.

  I started to remove my hand, and Declan quickly grabbed it, preventing
me.

  "It's okay. Leave it," he whispered.

  "I shouldn't be playing with it," I whispered in reply.

  "Why not? You played with it all night." Again with the logic.

  Shit. That would explain those dreams, I played with his dick in my
sleep. I, not so reluctantly, remained holding his dick.  Although I wanted
to do more.

  After a minute, Declan let go of my hand and reached behind him to wrap
his tiny fingers around my cock.

  "Dec..."

  "Why should you have all the fun?"

  His hand made its way to the head of my cock, then down to my balls. I
slid my fingers to his balls also. They felt hefty enough to be productive,
in a nice sack, and not a hair on them. I moved my fingers to his pubis,
and felt a few fine wisps there. Recalling my youth, I think I shot my
first load about the same time as I got hair.

  The alarm interrupted our explorations. Declan turned toward me, my hand
remained in his undies as he rolled over, now nearly covering his tiny
butt. I looked down into those big emerald eyes. They were imploring me to
understand something, I'm not sure what. Then his arm went around me as he
pressed himself close in a tight embrace.

  "It's Wednesday. We have classes," I reminded him.

  "I know. Just five more minutes, please."

  It was more like ten before we separated to begin our day. We dressed
together, watching each other. Then we went to class after agreeing to have
lunch together.

  While we ate lunch, he informed me he had a lab after his two o'clock
class and wouldn't be home until seven. He seemed happy to see the
disappointed look on my face.

  I tried doing some work while I waited for him, but my mind wouldn't take
hold of creative writing. How could it, after what happened this morning? I
had his dick in my hand. Yes I'd had it the last few days, but his dick was
safe under his briefs. This morning it was flesh to flesh, and I didn't
stop. I even held his cute little butt. My god, he's only twelve and a half
and I wanted him.

  I read somewhere that it's estimated that between two and ten percent of
the population is gay. There must be a couple of hundred guys in this
building, so at least four are gay, maybe as many astwenty. I need to find
one of the others. I realized that I had been here since Saturday, and
hadn't really met anyone but Declan.

  I went out and started to knock on the door across the hall. Then I
noticed the necktie on the doorknob. Damn! Straight, and busy. Well, maybe
not straight, he could have another guy in there and not want to be
disturbed.

  I went to the next room on the same side of the hall and knocked. A big
shirtless guy answered. "Wassup bro?" he slurred as he waved a bong around.

  "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Bryson, I'm in 614."

  "Hey Brendon, nice ta meet ya. Want a hit?" he said offering the bong.

  "Uh no thanks, I just wanted to say hello," I said as I turned and
left. Not my type. Couldn't even get my name right after five seconds.

  I tried the room next door to ours. It was answered by a guy with a
spider tattooed on his neck. "Sorry, I was looking for someone else," I
mumbled. Definitely not my type.

  So much for this endeavor. I went back to my room. I thought about
looking at some porn, but decided that wouldn't help the situation. At
7:10, I began to worry. By 7:20 I had just about chewed my fingernails
off. Then the door opened, and Declan entered.

  "Where the hell have you been? I was worried sick," I barked at him.

  He gave me his dimpled smile, and held up a bag. "I stopped for burgers
so we wouldn't have to go out. Double meat, extra cheese, mayo, right?"

  He must've remembered from Sunday. "Just the same, call me next time."

  "So you were worried about me?" he asked as he pulled the burgers from
the bag.

  "Don't let it go to your head. I'd be worried about any little shit on
the streets at night."

  "Sure you would. It's still daylight outside by the way."

  "Shut up and give me my burger."

  I was happy again, and so was Declan. We ate and joked and talked
effortlessly till bedtime. I showered first, donning my boxers
after. Declan went in. Came out a few minutes later wrapped in a towel. It
almost covered him from belly to ankles. He started turning out the lights,
so I got into bed. He stood beside the bed waiting, so I lifted the cover
to let him in. He turned his back to me and dropped the towel. I got a
glimpse of his naked butt as he rolled into bed with me.

  Shit! He's making this difficult for me. "Dec, shouldn't you..."

  "What difference would it make? You'd slide your hand into my underwear
anyway." Again with his fucking logic.

  He brought my hand around him to his soft dick. It rose in an
instant. His hand then came behind him to grip my straining cock.

  He tugged at my boxers. "Do you really need these?" There was no reason
to argue, he'd have a logical excuse for me to be naked. I slid them down
my legs and kicked them to the end of the bed. Declan molded his body to
mine. Damn, it felt good to hold him like this. Every bit of flesh that
could touch, did.

  I kissed the top of his head. "Good night Dec."

  He wiggled his butt against my cock. "Good night, Bry."

  The morning found us in the same position. I reveled in his closeness. I
knew I was lost. I had never felt about anyone the way I felt about
Declan. Even my best friend back home, Brett, paled to this little boy.

  Sure, I had held his dick all night, but it wasn't just sex. Hell, there
really hadn't been any. I loved holding him, protecting him, I loved the
way he looked at me, and even his sullen mood. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, I'm in
love with a twelve and a half year old!

  Declan stretched awake, and rolled toward me. He scootched up face to
face, and kissed me. Just a peck at first, then full on liplock.

  He pressed his body as tightly to me as he could. "Can we stay here all
day like this?"

  "I wish, But you have classes."

  We stayed like that until the alarm signaled our need to move. Declan
rolled away and turned it off before getting out of bed. He stood, and I
saw his dick for the first time. I didn't get a good look, but it was at
least five thick inches. On his little body, it looked huge, and staid
tight against his belly. As he headed for the bathroom, his little butt
seemed to be begging for a tongue lashing.

  When he came out, his dick was soft but still formidable looking. It
swung to and fro as he gathered his clothes.

  "Stop looking at me or I'm going to get back in bed," Declan
admonished. Then he said, "Could you get that green shirt down for me?"

  He had been able to jerk on his shirts to get them off the closet rod, so
I knew it was merely a ruse to see me. I stumbled out of bed and strolled
to his closet. As I reached for the shirt, his fingers curled around my
raging cock.

  He stepped closer to me, his big emerald eyes pleading with me, and said
"I could skip class."

  "That would probably be a bad idea."

  "Or a really good one," he replied.

  "No one would notice if I skipped, but you, they'd notice."

 "You won't let me have any fun," he pouted, as he pulled up his briefs.

  "One of us has to be level headed."

  He glanced at my cock sticking straight out in front of me. "The head
looks level to me."

  "Get to class, you little shit."

  While he was in class, I went to the gym. My mind still on whatever was
happening between Declan and me. Obviously it was something, But what? I
wasn't concentrating on my workout, and gave up. There was a guy in the
shower when I went in. He smiled and said hello.

  I had just gotten wet when I looked at him again. He was watching me and
lathering a rather large cock. It wasn't completely hard, but was on the
rise. He was a couple of years older, good looking, in great shape, and
hung. I was aware of his interest, and thought this guy maybe just what I
needed to take my mind off Declan.

  He was completely hard by now, and about the same size as me. "Are you in
a dorm?" he asked, as he stroked.

  "Yeah."

  "I have an apartment nearby. Care to join me for lunch?"

  I wanted to, but couldn't do it. Whatever was happening between Declan
and me, I wanted, and not some well hung substitute. "Maybe another time. I
have to be somewhere," I explained. Me and my erection hurried out.

  Declan was waiting for me in the cafeteria. When I entered, he got in
line. As I approached, the guy behind him said, "Move it Dickwad." and
shoved Declan, causing him to fall.

  My fist connected with the spider tattoo on his neck, and he cratered. I
was on his chest ready to pound that spider into the floor, when campus
security pulled me off. It's a good thing too, because he was unconscious,
and I would have killed him.

  Declan threw his arms around me. I guided him down the food line. As we
sat down, we saw campus security leading the staggering guy away. I guess a
lot of people witnessed the incident, because as we ate, people went by
patting me on the back.

  Declan was upset though. "He could've killed you. I don't think I could
take that," he cried.

  "I think it was the other way around."

  "Then they would've arrested you. I couldn't handle that either."

  While he was in his afternoon classes, I gathered our laundry. His briefs
were on top as I started to put them in the machine. I was just about to
bring them to my face, when I saw another student enter the laundry room.

  What is going on with me? Nearly killing a guy, now wanting to sniff
Declan's underwear. I've got it bad.

  We met for dinner at the cafeteria. Declan seemed to be in a better
mood. We didn't speak of the earlier incident, and had a good time. We had
barely entered our room when there was a knock on the door.

  I opened the door to find spider neck standing there. I pulled Declan
behind me and braced myself for another fight.

  "I wanted to apologize for what happened," he mumbled to the floor.

  "It's not me you should apologize to," I said as Declan stepped out from
behind me.

  Spider neck squatted down to speak with Declan. I could actually see him
melt as he looked into Declan's eyes.  "I'm sorry little fella. I have
anger management issues, but I'm working on it," he said holding out his
hand. Declan hesitantly shook his hand.

  "I'm really sorry," he repeated as he stood and left.

  "It was nice of him to apologize," I noted to Declan.

  "I still don't trust him."

  "That's understandable. I don't blame you."

  "In fact, You're the only one around here I trust."

  If he knew what I wanted to do to him, he might not. We studied for
awhile, then Declan went to shower. When he came out in his towel, he
asked, "Are you ready for bed?"

  I stripped to my boxers and crawled into bed. He turned out the lights
and dropped his towel, before joining me.

  He tugged on my boxers. "You forgot something."

  I pulled them off and threw them onto the floor. "So this is going to be
a regular thing?" I asked.

  His fingers curled around my cock as he leaned in to kiss me. "If you
want it to be." Then his lips met mine.

  "You know you're making me nuts don't you."

  "Sweet innocent little ol' me? Whate ver do you mean?"

  His hand slid up and down my cock as he kissed me again. Then he rolled
over drawing my arm around him as he did, and his butt backed up to my
erection.

  "Good night Bry."

  Friday morning, I kissed the top of his head as my hand ran up and down
his dick. "The world is waiting for you."

  He moaned and slid his butt crack along my cock. "Tell the world to go
away."

  Eventually the alarm forced us to get up. Declan went to the bathroom
first, giving me a nice show of his butt wiggling along the way. When he
came out I pulled him to me in a kiss. My cock was still hard, his rose
again. Then he pushed me away saying he couldn't do lunch because he had
errands, but would meet me for dinner. He dressed and left, leaving me even
more confused. He said we would sleep naked together on a regular basis if
I wanted. Last night, we're in an intimate embrace, then he turned his back
to me. This morning, he wants to stay in bed with me, but then pushes me
away and hurries out. Talk about mixed signals. Does he want me or not? Is
this all a game to him? Or maybe he really doesn't know about sex. Maybe he
thinks we've done it already.

  During dinner he kept looking at me with a grin on his face, like he had
a juicy piece of gossip that he was dying to share. He never did though.

  When we were back to the room he told me to do my homework because he
wanted to go to bed early. I only had a little reading to do, so he
showered while I did it. When he came out in his towel, he said it was my
turn in the shower but not to take long.

  "Boxers." he reminded me when I came out. I took them off and he dropped
his towel. I watched him turning out the lights. He got into bed face to
face with me. My cock rose as he kissed me, nudging itself under his
balls. His dick was rigid against my stomach as we tongue wrestled. After
ten minutes of kissing and rubbing together, Declan rolled away spooning
himself in front of me. Dragging my arm around him, and pressing his butt
against my cock.

  "Good night, Bry."

  Son of a bitch! What the fuck was that all about? Does he want me to die
from a case of blue balls or what? Is he gonna get blue balls too? I still
don't know if he can even cum. Maybe he really does think we've done it,
because that was like the wife of a couple who just finished, and now going
to sleep. It took forever, but I finally fell asleep.

  Some time later, I felt him get out of bed, then I heard him rummaging
around at his desk, then the bathroom light came on. I drifted back to
sleep.  He woke me again when he came back to bed. He kissed me and pushed
me onto my back, laying himself on me in a deep kiss as he rubbed my cock.

  "Happy anniversary," Declan said.

  "What?"

  "We've known each other for a week, and I've got a gift for you," he
explained, nudging my cock with his butt.

  He was pressing his butt hole against my cock. "Dec, are you trying
to... "

  "Shh. Yes, I am." He hadn't been just rubbing my cock, he had lubed it.

  The head of my cock popped inside him. "Oh, Jesus. Just go slow. You're
way bigger than the handle of my hairbrush."

  "Dec, maybe... "

  "Shut up and show me that you love me. I know you do, so show me," he
said, pressing back and taking another inch. "OH FUCK! You've got a big
dick!"

  He moved back and forth on that, then I wrapped my arms around his back,
leaned in to kiss him, and pushed a couple more inches into him. He groaned
into my mouth, and those eyes opened really wide at the new sensation of
stretching.

  I held him in place, kissing and raising my hips to push more in. I
fucked him like this with about five inches for a while, before pushing
more up into his straining hole.

  "Oh God, Bry, Your dick feels good."

  "Do you really like it?"

  "I love it. I love you."

  He lay on me as I stroked up into his passage. His groans had turned to
moans of pleasure. He tried to sit up, and his ass swallowed another inch.

  Jesus! Fuck me Bry."

  Dawn was peeking through the window, and I could see his dick. It had
gone soft, and there were maybe ten hairs scattered at the base. I
continued to thrust up at him, and watched his dick grow hard again. I
raised up to a sitting position with him in my lap. I kissed him and pulled
him down on the last two inches.

  "OH FUCK !"

  He sat there resting on it. His butt seemed to be nibbling at my
cock. "God Bry. I can feel you in my belly. You're way up here," he said,
indicating above his navel.

  I assisted him in bouncing on my cock. I could feel his tunnel gripping
my shaft as it barreled through him.

  "Can you cum yet, Dec?"

  Oh fuck me. Yes. First time was three weeks ago."

  We kissed, and he bounced on me moaning in delight.

 Then his eyes flew open again. "Damn, I think you're going to make me
cum," he almost growled as he bounced wildly on my lap.

  I looked down and could see his dick between our bellies. It was leaking,
then suddenly the slit opened, and a thin rope of cum shot straight
up. I've never seen anything so sexy in my life. It continued to dribble as
he moved up and down.

  He was taking long strokes, my cock moving from almost out to all the way
in.

  "Oh Bry, I've wondered what this would feel like since I first saw you
naked. My God, it's great. Keep fucking me, I'm gonna cum again."

  I kissed him passionately, his butt gripped my cock and I felt another
rope of cum shoot out onto our bellies.

  "I'm gonna cum in you Dec. I'm gonna cum way up in your belly."

  I held him down on it as I fired my juice deep inside him. Several days
worth of cum filled him. I couldn't believe how intense and long lasting my
orgasm was. We were locked at the lips and trembling. Never would I have
guessed it would feel this good to fuck a boy. The physical pleasure only
surpassed by the emotional pleasure of making love to someone you deeply
care for.

  When it had subsided, I rolled him onto his back, still buried in his
butt. "Could you explain to me what just happened?" I asked, looking down
into those wonderful eyes.

  "I thought I did explain it. Our one week anniversary, and I wanted to
give you something memorable."

  "Oh, I'm definitely going to remember that."

  "Look. We've been playing around all week, but you never would take the
next step, so I did."

  "Well, that was a mighty big step. I mean, couldn't we start with a hand
job or little oral sex?"

  "What's the point? You were eventually going to end up in my ass. You
wanted it, I wanted it. I went to bed naked with you on Wednesday. You
could've taken the hand job or oral step. I would have let you. But you
were afraid of crossing a line. Thursday you could have but you were still
wrestling with your desires. If we had done it those days, you would have
been in my ass by today anyway. So I gave you my virginity today on
schedule."

  His fucking logic strikes again.

  Suddenly the frightened little boy was back. "Tell me I'm not wrong. You
do love me, don't you Bry?"

  "You're not wrong. I've been trying to fight it, but I'm in love with
you, you little shit."

  "After what you just did to me, I don't think I'll be shitting for a
while."

  "After what I did to you? That's a laugh. You did it to yourself. But
I'll show you what I can do to you."

  I was still hard inside him. I drew back and shoved it in pretty hard.

  "OH FUCK!" Dec yelled.

  He's so much smaller than me, his head was barely at my chest. I reached
down and covered his mouth with my hand, and started to drill him hard.

  Each thrust brought a moan from him. "Um... Um... Um... Um..." I was a
little afraid I was hurting him, but he brought his knees up by my stomach,
so I could get deeper inside him. His chute gripped me tight, and I knew he
was having another orgasm.

  "Are you cumming Dec?" He nodded into my hand, but there was nothing left
inside his immature body to shoot out.

  When his spasms subsided, I took my hand away and asked, "Should I stop?"

  "Never," Dec groaned passionately.

  I took him at his word and continued to plow into his tight young
ass. Our first fuck had been sweet and tender, this time, pure, raw, animal
fucking. He surrendered, and I laid my claim. By the time I finished
emptying my second load in him, I might as well have been fucking a fresh
cadaver. He was limp as a rag doll under me. Arms and legs splayed like a
roadkill frog.

  He didn't stir for about five minutes. Then those eyes finally focused on
me.

  "Jesus Bry, I've had five orgsms so far. I didn't think that was even
possible."

  "Now you know what I can do," I said as I plopped down beside him,
pulling my cock from his depths.

  "Oh, Jesus!" Declan moaned. He rolled into my arms, snuggling his face
against my neck. "That was wonderful. Is it always like that?"

  "I wouldn't know. It's all new to me," I said and slowly drifted back to
sleep.

  Declan woke me by stroking my cock, and whispering in my ear, "Bry, wakey
wakey. It's time to feed the doggy."

  I forced my eyes open. "What fucking dog?"

  He spun around on the bed, onto his hands and knees. "This fucking dog,"
he said wiggling his butt at me.

  Between his small butt cheeks, I could see his still slightly open hole
begging to be filled again. Who was I to argue with a child genius? I took
position behind him and pushed inside.

  Declan groaned at the penetration, but backed into me too. Once passed
his tight ring, he was still mushy inside from my earlier deposits. Our
size difference caused me to lift him by his hips and move him on me,
virtually using his ass like a fleshlight, jerking myself off with him.

  His moaning got pretty loud, so I grabbed a pillow to place in front of
him, and pushed his face into it. He didn't mind because he could get as
loud as he wanted. His now familiar, um... um... um... muffled by the
pillow. After the second time his butt tightened on me, he collapsed,
dragging me down on top of him. I continued to fuck him until I drained
myself into his milking chute.

  "Are you okay, Dec?" I asked as I regained my breath.

  "I've cum eight times so far today, and it's not even noon yet. I'd say
I'm pretty fucking okay," he mumbled.

  I chuckled and rolled off him.

  "Shit! Could you take it out a little slower? It feels like your dick is
sucking my guts out as it leaves."

  "Sorry, Dec. I'll try to be careful from now on."

  Declan snuggled into my arms and started playing with my now comatose
cock. "So, no one else has had this magnificent appendage inside them?"

  "Nope. You're the first."

  "I can't imagine what it'll be like when you get experienced. You said
you'll try to be careful from now on.  Does that mean you want to continue
this relationship?"

  I raised my head to look into those emerald soul searchers. "Dec, I tried
not to want you, but I do. I even turned down an opportunity to be with
someone else. If you don't want to continue, I'll understand. It will be
sheer torture to live with you and not have you, but I'd rather that, than
not be near you at all."

  Declan kissed me as his body slid onto mine. "I'll take that as a yes."

  We spent the next hour cuddling and kissing. Our bodies rubbing together,
getting better acquainted with each other. Then Declan got up and went over
to his desk. I heard the same rummaging around as I'd heard earlier. He had
a bag of stuff on his desk, and came back with two energy bars.

  "You're going to need this, cause you're not getting out of this bed
today."

  True to his word, he didn't let me out of bed except to pee, and once to
shower together. The rest of the time we were making love. Sometimes just
cuddling, others, full on fucking. Both our appetites eventually being
sated. We discovered we liked when he sat on my lap a lot, because we were
face to face in that position, and could kiss as we fucked, which also kept
the noise down.

  His bag of goodies on his desk contained lube, enemas, and snacks. He had
planned well. His errands the day before were picking up the supplies.

  I had seven orgasms that day, Declan had at least twice that many,
probably closer to three times. I kept my promise to pull out slowly, and
at the end of the day, his only complaint was his butt hole was stretched
and sore. I can't imagine why.

  Sunday morning I woke up and decided to take a step backward. By that I
mean a step we skipped. I looked at Declan lying beside me and could only
think of one thing. I wanted to taste him. At first I just stared, admiring
his beauty. Then this urge came over me. I pulled on his shoulder to get
him to lay on his back, then I swooped down and took his preteen cock into
my mouth. I had been sucking him for about a minute when he woke up.

  "Oh Jesus, Bry. If I had known it felt this good, I would have insisted
we do it first."

  I moved to the end of the bed so I could look up at his face as I
pleasured him. I held his dick in the palm of my hand as I licked from his
balls, up the thick shaft, swirling my tongue around the helmet head,
before swallowing it again. Our eyes were locked in an intimate embrace
when the wide knob of his cock hit my throat.

  I was on my knees between the legs of a twelve and a half year old boy,
not the least bit embarrassed that he was watching me suck his dick. All I
could think about was pleasing him, making him cum, taking his boy juice
into my mouth and swallowing a part of him. Sucking sounds filled the room
as I bobbed up and down his shaft, desperate to taste his cream. I wanted
to spend more time licking his balls, but I didn't want to wait any longer
than necessary to receive his load. He was thrusting his hips up at me,
moaning in need.

  "Bry... oh god Bry, I'm gonna cum... Ugh... uhn... mmm," Declan said as
he gripped my head.

  I felt his urethra throb, then his cream splattered against the roof of
my mouth, to land on my welcoming tongue. Slowing my ministrations to
prolong his pleasure and mine, I swallowed his small but delicious
offering.

  "Damn that was good," he admitted as I continued to suckle on him. After
a couple of minutes, he pushed me off the bed. He lay his body across the
bed with his head hanging off the edge. Then he grabbed my cock and brought
it to his mouth. I let a couple of inches slide in, but he grabbed my ass
and pulled on it. I discovered in this position, my cock had a straight
line down his throat. I slid in deeper, until my balls rested on his
nose. I withdrew so he could breathe, then pushed all the way in again. I
was learning that Declan was a definite sub bottom. He enjoyed being
dominated and used for my pleasure. He never pushed me away, as I throat
fucked him. I thrilled at hearing him gag and choke and moan in
gratitude. I buried my cock as deep as I could to shoot my cum directly
into his gullet. I stayed there a minute before I realized he couldn't
breathe with my cock filling his mouth and throat, and my balls covering
his nostrils. As I pulled out, I noticed he had cum on his belly. Getting
throat fucked excited him so much, it made him cum.

  "Are you okay, Dec?" I asked as he gulped air.

  "Yes. I'm just sorry I didn't get to taste it."

  I smiled. "Maybe next time."

  He liked hearing there'd be a next time. That came just after
breakfast. We had barely made it in the door, and Declan was clawing at my
zipper.

  "Patience, Lover," I instructed as I took off my pants.

  "I've been patient. Now I want sex," Declan replied as he removed his
clothes.

  I sat on my desk chair, and Declan crawled up between my legs. Reaching
for my cock, he said "I've dreamed of a dick like yours for a couple of
years. Now that I've found it, I can't get enough."

  Man, am I slow or what. He's known for a couple of years he wanted cock,
and I just found out I did.

  His fingers curled around my limp cock, and he buried his nose in my
ballsack. First licking, then taking one at a time into his mouth. My
floppy dick became an iron rod by the time he took the head between his
lips. Those emerald soul catchers locked with mine, as he worshiped my
cock. It was easy to see, his sole purpose was giving me pleasure. His
tongue swirled around my knob before he slid back down on it. His eyes
never left mine until he went back for another taste of my balls. Then it
was back to sucking as much as he could take into his little mouth. It took
awhile, but he never complained about his jaws getting tired. I lovingly
stroked his head as I delivered his creamy reward. His cheeks puffed out as
I filled his mouth. I saw him swallow twice, then just nurse on my cock to
be sure he had all I offered.

  He released my tired cock and climbed onto my lap. "Mmm... My new
favorite snack." Then he kissed me.

  I could taste my cum on his tongue, then he pressed his body to mine. His
head went under my chin, and I was suddenly reminded of just how small he
was. I was holding a child in my arms. A naked child who had just sucked my
cock. I felt like shit for taking advantage of his innocence. I soon
noticed he was sleeping like a baby in my arms. Fuck! I was guilty of
corrupting this child.

  We slept in that chair for an hour. Then my guilt faded when he pressed
his erection into my belly and whispered to me, "Take me to bed and fuck
me." So much for ruining his innocence.

  Our two day sex fest ended with both of us exhausted and sated. We did
manage to leave the room for dinner, but then it was back to bed. Monday,
it was back to our class schedules. Between class and sex, the week passed
quickly. We went to class, we ate, we studied, we fucked. On Tuesday and
Thursday, when I didn't have class, Dec insisted on morning fucks as
well. He was late both days.

  The next weekend was "Parent's Weekend", and the campus was crawling with
parents. Our folks accidentally made reservations at the same motel, and
having never met, didn't realize they had smiled at one another in the
coffee shop on Friday night. We all got together on Saturday night for
dinner after all the meet and greets with professors during the day.

  My parents were stunned at meeting Declan, which actually leveled the
playing field somewhat. They can be a little snooty, and probably would
have made Dec's parents uncomfortable, being lowly school
teachers. Decland's I.Q. humbled Mom in particular a bit.

  And being somewhat oblivious, Mom, trying to make conversation asked,
"Well, have you boys met any pretty girls?"

  I think Dec's mom caught the look that passed between him and I.

  Exasperated I replied, "Mom, he's only twelve!"

  "Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot. I guess he really isn't interested in that sort
of thing yet. " If she only knew.

  In spite of the faux pas, our parents seem to get along well enough. And
by the time they all left on Sunday, they had exchanged numbers and
promised to meet up outside of the Uni.

  Once they were gone, Dec dragged me to bed for an all out war on his
ass. First I bombarded it, then flooded it with chemical warfare. We were
both casualties as a result.

  For us, the outside world hardly existed. If not for seeing other people
in classes or cafeteria etc. we wouldn't even notice them. We had each
other all day, everyday when not in class. It wasn't all just sex either,
although there was plenty of that, we truely enjoyed each other's company.

  Before we knew it, Thanksgiving was upon us. Dec went home to his
parents, and I was at mine. Four and a half days apart. I felt like part of
me was missing. We talked every night, and during the days as well, but it
wasn't the same as being with him.

  My dad dropped me off Sunday after Thanksgiving, and I rushed up to the
sixth floor. Dec was due to arrive an hour earlier, and I was anxious to
see him. Just outside our door some guy stopped me.

  "Big party in the common room tonight. BYOB."

  "Uh... Thanks. Maybe see you there."

  Just then we heard Declan yell inside our room, "No! Stop! Oh Fuck!"

  I kicked the door open, and saw spider neck holding Dec face down on the
desk as he shoved his dick into Dec's butt. Next thing I know, the guy from
the hall and two others are pulling me off spider neck. He was laying there
out cold, bloodied, and still erect.

  Dec threw his arms around me, as the guys called the cops. Soon the room
was swarming with students, then cops and EMS. Declan clung to me until the
police questioned him. Spider neck was taken to the hospital with a broken
jaw and a few missing teeth. After being treated, he'd be arrested for
rape. Dec refused medical treatment.

  Dec stayed attached to me as the maintenance department repaired our
door. I had overheard Dec tell the police that he had answered a knock at
the door, and then spider neck forced himself on Dec.

  Once we were alone, Dec told me, "He said he had been listening to me
moaning every night, and figured I must be needing some dick after the long
holiday. So this was my fault."

  "Oh, Baby, it's not your fault. He did this on his own. He had issues
before we ever got started. You know that."

  "You really think so?"

  "Yes. He had a spider tattooed on his neck for God's sake. He had to be a
little off to do that wouldn't you think."

  "He had one on his dick too. A smaller one on the head of his dick. I saw
it when you were punching his face into the floor. You don't think I have
spiders in my ass now, do you?"

  "Well, maybe I should pound them and maybe try to drown them just in
case."

  "Mmm... Sounds like a good plan to me."

  So I did just that. With Dec in my lap as my cock pounded away at any
inner spiders. We both watched his dick belch out his small ribbon of boy
juice, then I flooded the spider nest.

  With the horrible event behind us, life moved on, but different. On one
hand, Declan and I really got down to our studies, on the other, Dec
wouldn't let me out of his sight. Of course this didn't apply to classes,
but any other time, Dec was all but surgically attached.

  I didn't mind, I loved the little shit. I enjoyed all our time
together. Mostly because I was worried that at the end of the school year,
Dec would move on.

  Soon the Christmas holidays were upon us. Declan, afraid of a repeat of
the Thanksgiving rape, refused to be separated from me. So it was decided
we would spend half the break at each set of parents' house. My mother
thought it odd that in spite of having guest rooms available, Dec and I
insisted on sharing my room.

  The reason became obvious Christmas morning when she came in to wake
us. Dec's face was buried in a pillow as I plowed him from behind in the
classic doggy style. Not the Christmas surprise she was expecting, I'm
sure.

  Mom wanted to examine Dec, to be sure I hadn't damaged him, while father
promised to get me the best lawyer to defend me against criminal
charges. Both offers were refused by Dec and myself.

  The tension eased some over the next few days as they realised how happy
we both were, and there were no pending criminal charges.

  A similar scene occurred at Declan's home the first night there. Even
being aware of his level of noise making, Dec insisted on riding cowgirl,
facing the bedroom door. His mother rushed in to save her son. He stopped
mid upstroke, my cock clearly visible entering his ass, to say, "I'm kind
of busy at the moment, Mother. Could you wait outside until I'm finished?"

  She was still staring at our juncture as her husband led her from the
room.

  "If they were afraid of me before, what do you think they're feeling
now?" Dec said as he continued his ride on my cock.

  His parents were waiting just outside the bedroom door when we
finished. No doubt having heard every moan and cries to God Dec had uttered
during our encounter.

  "Declan, are you ok, son?" his father asked while giving me the stink
eye.

  "Of course, Father. Bry is very good at all things sexual. I couldn't be
better."

  "Well, I don't think this is approp... " Mrs. Strickland started.

  "I believe I'm a better judge of what's appropriate for me, and what is
not, Mother. Bry isn't afraid to show his love for me, and I'm more than
happy to accept it. In fact, it was me that started it. So, are we going to
have a problem, or will you welcome him into the family?"

                                     *****************

That was ten years ago. I'm now a pharmacist, and Declan is... well, I'm
not really sure what he is, other than brilliant. He now has two Phds to
add at the end of his name. We live in Arlington, just a stone's throw from
Washington, where Dec is in constant demand. He also consults with several
major corporations and universities, for a substantial amount of money.

  His parents came to enjoy having a `normal' person as a buffer between
them and their `special' son. So that was good.

  My parents are happy to illustrate how progressive they are, by bragging
about their brilliant son in law.


The End
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