Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2002 10:16:35 -0400 From: Jeff Allen Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 10 This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuation of the story of Andy and C.Z. Andy told the first nine parts of the story, but since the action now shifts as C.Z. heads off to college the rest of the story is told by Carter Zebulon Johnstone, better known as C.Z. Some of the characters from "When Love Comes" will appear. While not necessary to understand what's going on with Andy and C.Z., readers might find it helpful to read "When Love Comes" which was last posted in the College section of Nifty on Sept. 6, 2001. LOVE OF A LIFETIME PART 10 It's hard to believe that I'll be leaving Carterville and Andy tomorrow to start college. I've never lived anywhere except Carterville in all my 18 years. I'm going to miss this town and the people here. Especially I'm going to miss Andy my best friend, one time guardian, and lover. I know I have to go to college. I want to go to medical school and become a doctor like Dr. Kalian, who looked after my mom when she was sick. I know I have to go. I'm excited, but I'm also scared. What if I fail? What if I don't like Adams State University? What about living with a roommate? How "out" should I be on campus? Man, things were a lot simpler in high school! I know Andy has a special evening planned for our last night together before I leave. I should be getting home to spend as much time with him as possible, but right now I'm sitting on the grass beside my mother's grave in Oak Grove Cemetery. I've been just sitting here and talking to her. I miss her. It's been a year and two months since she died of viral cardiomyopathy. She's got a pretty grave site and a small headstone with lots of flowers that Andy and I planted growing around it. I came here every day for a while after she died. Now I just come when I need to think. I talk to her about my hopes and fears. She hasn't answered me yet. Still it helps to talk to her. "Bye, Mom. I've got to go now. Andy's waiting. I'll be back soon." ********** When I pulled into the driveway of the cabin, Larsen came bounding out to meet me. I tossed the ball for him a couple of times before heading into the house. Of course, Larsen was disappointed. He would chase that darn tennis ball all day long or until he dropped from exhaustion if he could find someone to throw it for him. Andy, my handsome lover, was working on dinner in the kitchen. I went up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and pushed my groin into his butt while planting a kiss on the back of his neck. "Welcome home, C.Z." He turned and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Don't get anything started or we won't have any dinner." I cupped his buns and pulled him into another kiss. "Maybe this is what I want for dinner." "Whoa, horn dog. I'm the dessert. We eat dinner first." He pulled himself away and turned back to fixing the salad. "Did you stop at the cemetery?" "Yeah. The flowers are looking really nice. Will you keep them weeded and cut back while I'm gone?" He gave me one of 'those' looks. "You know I will." "I know. I just had to make sure." I watched my lover move around in the kitchen preparing the meal. He was dressed in a tee shirt and running shorts that showed off his muscular legs and torso. Andy is almost 28, nearly nine and a half years older than me. He's 5' 11" and 180 lbs with dark brown hair and eyes. He has a nice patch of hair on his chest and stomach while I only have a few dark blond hairs that have started sprouting around my nipples. Andy's belly hair trails down to a thick pubic patch with a penis that's 4" soft but grows to 8-1/2" when hard. His legs and ass are pretty hairy, but I think my favorite bit of hair is the triangular patch in the small of his back just above the crack of his ass. I love to play with that hair when he's lying on top of me. Somehow that's a major turn on for me. Actually I was getting turned on just watching him. I knew it would be our last night together for at least a couple of weeks so I wanted to make this special for both of us. We took our dinner out to the table on the deck where we could watch the sun set behind the mountain. I loved the view from Andy's ...I mean our deck. We sat side by side at the table quietly eating our dinner. I was lost in thoughts of the excitement of starting college and the pain of leaving Andy. "C.Z., we need to have a serious talk about what happens while you're at school." I looked over at him. His eyes were glistening in the twilight. He swallowed hard and continued, "Babe, what we have shared is more than I ever thought possible. I hope it goes on forever, but starting tomorrow we aren't going to see each other nearly as often." "Andy, what are you saying?" "I'm saying that I can't tie you down while you're at school. You need to make friends there, and you're going to be tempted to have sex with some of those friends." I started to protest, but he put up his hand. "I know. Right now you don't think that will happen...it might not, but more than likely you will find some guys that you are really attracted to. I love you, but I know that the surest way to lose you is to try to tie you down. If you go to bed with someone else that's okay; just be sure that you're safe, and then never lie to me because you're trying to 'protect' my feelings. I'm a big boy. I can take you having a fling here and there. What I could not stomach would be having you doing something behind my back and then finding out about it. That's what happened with my ex-wife. I don't want that to happen to us." I was crying by the time he finished talking. I leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder. "Andy, I promise no lies. You're my lover and my best friend. I'm not going to do anything to screw up this relationship." He pulled away and cupped my chin in his hand. "Promise me. We're going to be honest with each other about what's going on." "Promise." With that he leaned in and kissed me. I brought my hand up to the side of his face and caressed his cheek as we kissed. Both of us put a whole lot of emotion into that kiss, and I was completely hard by the time we pulled apart. "Wow! How fast can we get the dishes cleaned up and get to bed?" "Fuck the dishes. I want you now!" We sort of slid off the chairs and on to the floor of the deck. Our passion was as high as it had ever been. Our clothes came off in a tangle of arms and legs and roaming hands. We ended up with me on my back with my legs wrapped around Andy's waist. I felt his erection pushing against my ass hole as we ground our lips and tongues together. I felt him reach up to the table above us and fumble for something on the table then his fingers came down and started spreading something greasy around my love hole. The butter! I started to chuckle with the idea of hot buttered buns, but his finger moved inside me and found my prostate. Suddenly I couldn't think of anything else except how much I wanted his dick inside me. I raised my hips to meet his prick. He slid into me and began moving. He brought his butter-slicked hand down to my hard prick and began pumping it in rhythm with his pelvic thrusts. Our mouths were still locked in a kiss so as I felt my climax build I signaled him with low moans in my throat. He increased the tempo of his thrusts into my ass and the action of his hand on my dick. My body spasmed as my dick spewed forth its molten load. An instant later I felt Andy tense and his hard tool expanded in the confines of my ass as he reached his own climax. We didn't break the kiss until both of us had finished the after shocks of our climaxes. The thoughts of hot buttered buns entered my mind again and I started to giggle. Andy wanted to know what I was giggling about so I told him. That started him chuckling as well. With the romantic mood broken, we picked up our discarded clothes and the dishes and headed back into the house. We cleaned up the kitchen and then walked hand in hand into the bedroom. In contrast to our lustful coupling on the deck after dinner, our love making that night was especially slow and gentle. I think Andy touched every part of my body with his tongue. I tried to reciprocate, but I kept getting lost in the sensation of his mouth on my body. He brought me to the brink of orgasm time and time again with his mouth until I was begging for relief. I felt him place his cockhead against by asshole. I was still lubricated from our previous activities so he slipped in easily. I was so keyed up that I started cumming as soon as his dick was fully buried in my ass. Andy moved his dick in and out of my ass building to his own climax while I came once more from the friction of his hard dick moving across my prostate. I must have passed out from the emotional and physical effort of the multiple orgasms because I don't remember Andy pulling out of me or wiping the pools of cum from my chest and stomach. When I came back to the land of the living, it was almost dawn. Andy was sound asleep curled against my back. Larsen was snoring from the floor at the foot of our bed. At that moment, I didn't want to ever be anywhere else but right there. ********** We got out of bed around seven and took a shower. We sucked each other off in the shower and afterwards stayed in the spray kissing and caressing until the water started to turn cold. After a light breakfast, we loaded my Subaru wagon and Andy's truck for the two hour trip to Adams State. Larsen lay on the porch with a dejected look on his face the whole time we were loading the vehicles. When everything was packed, I sat down on the porch with him and gave him a long two-handed ear rub. Normally that kind of attention would put his tail into super fast wagging mode, but today there was hardly a wiggle. Andy followed me in his truck as I drove to Adams. The traffic in the town of Adams was gawd awful when we got there, and the dorms were beehives of activity with all the new freshmen and their parents trying to find the closest spot to the dorms for parking and unloading. It was amazing how much "stuff" some of the new students were unloading into the dorms. Some families had trailers loaded to the top with clothes, sound systems, and even furniture. I didn't really have all that much...just my clothes and the new computer and printer Andy had given me for graduation. I could have fit everything in my car, but Andy had insisted on coming along, and I really wanted to delay our final good-byes. My dorm was Byland Hall which was one of the older dorms on campus and housed a lot of the "jocks". I got my room assignment from the front desk, and Andy and I made short work of moving things in. We had most of my stuff stored and unpacked when my roommate, Jason Sherman, and his family arrived. Jason was a solid-looking guy. I assumed he was on the football team because he just kind of had that "football jock" look. He was taller and heavier than me (I'm 5' 11" and 175 pounds). He looked like he was about 6' 2" and 200 pounds with medium brown hair, brown eyes, and sort of an upturned nose that gave him that "boy next door" look. He had on a knit shirt and cargo shorts. His legs exposed below the shorts were well-muscled and covered with a moderate amount of hair. Jason's parents looked like they were in their mid-forties. Both were a little on the heavy side. His dad had a thick head of graying hair that looked like it was held in place by many coats of hair spray. He reminded me of one of the Baptist preachers back home, and I found out later that he WAS a Baptist preacher at one of the medium sized churches in Charlotte. Jason favored his mother in looks. She had the same open face and upturned nose, and she seemed more open and relaxed than the Rev. Sherman, who struck me as a little stiff...maybe the result of playing the preacher role for so long. Rev. Sherman assumed at first that Andy was my older brother so we had to explain that he was my friend and had been my legal guardian before my eighteenth birthday in January. Mrs. Sherman gave me a hug when I explained that Mom had died the summer before my senior year. Rev. Sherman announced that he would put me on his prayer list. That kind of ticked me off since the time I'd needed the prayers was during mom's long illness instead of now more than a year after she'd died. We were saved from more awkward conversation by the appearance of Shawn Greene, the resident assistant on the hall, who stuck his head in the door and announced that there would be a hall meeting in the lounge in half an hour. Andy and the Shermans took that as their clue to begin saying their good-byes. Andy and I left Jason and his parents in the room and walked out to his truck. The parking lot was full of families hugging and kissing before the parents climbed into their cars and headed home leaving the new students behind so it wasn't out of place for Andy and I to share a long hug. We almost lost it during the hug. Even though we both had tears in our eyes we managed to say our good-byes and I love you's before the tears really started to flow. The hall meeting started with Shawn Greene introducing himself and then having each of the guys tell who they were and where they were from. After that Shawn went over the dorm rules...typical stuff like quiet times, no alcohol or drugs on the floor, and when the "visitation" hours were for females. Our hall was the smallest one in the dorm because the main lounge took up about half the space that was extra rooms on the other floors. There were ten rooms on the hall plus the RA's room across from the bathrooms and showers. We were all freshmen except for Shawn who was a senior. Most of us were on one of the university's sports teams. There was only one other biology major on the floor. That was Justin Barnes, a soccer player. Justin was a little shorter than me at about 5' 10" and 160 pounds. He had curly, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a quick smile that brought out deep dimples in each cheek. His face, arms, and legs were well tanned, and his legs looked like they were built for running. Justin's roommate was Brad Miller. Brad was on the football team, and he looked like it. He was 6' 1" or 6' 2" and must have tipped the scales at 220 or so. He had the kind of physique that would turn quickly to fat as soon as football was over. He had a round face, light brown hair, and sort of expressionless blue eyes. It was clear from his body language that he didn't want to be in the meeting. I thought that I'd like Justin, but I took an instant disliking to Brad. Their room was only two doors down from Jason's and mine on the opposite side of the hall. That evening was a freshman mixer. I wasn't much interested in meeting any of the freshman girls, but everyone else on the hall was going so I made a quick phone call to Andy and then headed out with the rest of the guys. The mixer started just like a lot of the dances in highschool. The guys stood around in little groups eying and talking about the girls, and the girls stood around in little groups eying and talking about the guys. Finally some adventurous couples started to dance and gradually most of the groups of guys and girls merged and started talking with one another. I spotted Justin standing by himself against the wall and went over to talk to him. He seemed relived to have someone to talk to. "Not much into dancing?" I asked. "It's not that. I've got a girlfriend at home in Charlotte. How about you?" I shrugged. "I'm not much of the social type I guess." "That's cool. Say, wanna go get a coke someplace?" "Yeah. Let's go." We split from the mixer, crossed over campus to the union, got some cokes, and spent the next couple of hours just talking and getting to know each other. Justin told me that he had two brothers and two sisters older than him with another, younger brother still at home in high school. He wanted to be an orthodontist explaining that his parents had spent a fortune on braces for all of the brothers and sisters and he wanted to get a little of their money back for them. I told him about mom and why I wanted to go into medicine. My eyes kind of watered up when I told him about mom. Justin reached over and gave my shoulder a squeeze. That made me feel like I'd connected with a friend. We headed back to the dorm about midnight and disappeared into our respective rooms after agreeing to meet for a jog before breakfast. Jason came into our room shortly after I got back. He complained that he hadn't made any connections with any of the freshmen girls as he got ready for bed. We grabbed our toilet kits and headed down to hall to the bathroom to brush our teeth and do our business before turning in. Back in the room, I wasn't sure what to sleep in. Andy and I had always slept naked curled in each others arms. Since Jason was the son of a Baptist preacher, I wasn't sure he would appreciate me sleeping in the nude. I was standing in my briefs trying to decide what to do when Jason skinned his boxers down and tossed them on the desk chair. "Hope you don't mind, dude, but I like to sleep au natural. My dad has a fit about it, but I just sleep better in the nude." "Yeah, me too," I replied as I removed my briefs. As I was taking off my underwear I caught my first good look at Jason as he climbed into his bed. He really did have a good body with nicely defined pecs and abs. He had a little hair between his pecs and a trail of hair from his navel down to his dark brown pubic hair. His dick was circumcised and about three or four inches long resting on top of a heavy scrotal sac. It didn't look like he had any hair on his ass but his thighs were moderately hairy just like his calves that I'd noticed earlier. I turned out the light before climbing into my bed. I was almost asleep when I heard the unmistakable sound of Jason beating off. I opened my eyes slightly and watched his hand move under the sheet. I got hard watching him and started stroking myself slowly and quietly so he wouldn't notice that I was awake. When he came, his whole body went rigid and he let out a loud grunt. I lay still and saw him look over to see if I was awake. "C.Z.?", he whispered. I stayed still, and he must have assumed that I was still asleep. What he did then really blew me away. He moved the sheet down exposing his softening cock and the pool of semen on his belly. He then scooped his cum up with his finger and licked it off! After cleaning up his cum, he pulled the sheet up to his chest, rolled over on his side facing away from me and went to sleep. There I was with my stiff, throbbing prick in my hand and afraid to move before Jason went to sleep. Eventually I did drift off to sleep, but there was no "relief" for C.Z. that night. (To be continued)