Date: Fri, 7 Dec 2012 06:24:08 -0800 (PST) From: donny mumford Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURED Chapter 28 (Rape & Love) by Donny Mumford OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 28 (Rape & Love) by Donny Mumford Joey finally broke down and admitted he needed some gay sex as much as I did; well, probably not as much as over-sexed me. Like he and Eric, Joey wants to follow their pattern beginning with jerkoffs and then oral sex; plus, they did a lot of making out too. He'll decide when we're ready for the real deal, which for me is anal intercourse, also known as fucking. I'm hungry for that, but by now I'm committed to Joey. It's gotten to be a habit doing what Joey tells me; we're in a routine where Joey feels comfortable telling me what to do, and I'm comfortable doing it. I like it, if truth be known; it'd be perfect if we could just include fucking in the routine. I'm in the best shape of my life, the assistant manager and team barber, Donny Sinclaire, has me on an exercise program that now includes weight lifting. Joey's got me jogging with him every night and I've put on six pounds, the last time I checked; six pounds of muscle. So I look good and feel good, I'm even used to my basic training haircut. Like I said, if we could do some fucking once in awhile everything would be perfect, or damn close to it. No one has hit on me since Joey's been controlling most of my time; he doesn't let me out of his sight except with Donny for my exercises. Still, I wanna get laid and Joey said he want's to fuck badly too, but considering his iron willpower that won't happen anytime soon. The thing he did say, when discussing anal sex, is that he wants to fuck me; no mention of me fucking him like I did all week before Thanksgiving break, so apparently the days of me fucking him are over. We'll see. I'm okay with that as long as he starts fucking me soon. He's definitely assumed the dominant role, for lack of a better word, in our relationship so it's appropriate that I be the bottom. Conveniently, I prefer the bottom. We stick with oral sex for now, me sucking Joey of course, and like I just said about the anal sex, since he's dominant it's my place to service him and I'm fine with that too. Actually I'm more than fine with it; I love being submissive to Joey and I wish he'd let me rim him too. I'm also free to jerk off as long as Joey doesn't hear me or see me doing it, and I respect his wishes in that regard; hell, I respect his wishes in all regards. Joey's letting me shave his pubic hair again, which makes the oral sex better by eliminating those troublesome pubes in my mouth as I suck his awesome penis and lick his balls. Speaking of rimming Joey, I licked across his anus one time, and Joey said, "I'll tell you when you're allowed to do that," and I didn't even thought of arguing with him about it; guess you could say Joey pretty much has me in line. He's totally dominant to me, but in a nice way, and I'm loving that and I'm pretty sure I'm loving him too; as in, I'm in love with him. Another step in the right direction is Joey letting me sleep with him, and we've also been doing a lot of making out. So, it's a lot of progress since we started our new routine, just no mention of anal sex, and I know better than to nag Joey about that; he'll decide when I'm ready. I'm no longer doing the wrestlers' laundry and there hasn't been a peep out either Phil or Richard about it, so I need to admit Joey was right about that too. Day after day, I'm more and more confident that Joey has me on the right path, has us on the right path, and even though he's younger than me, I look up to him and he's become sort of my idol, to be honest about it. It's ten days before our holiday break when I get an early Christmas present; Joey tells me, "Oliver, I'm proud of you and proud you're my boyfriend; so we're going to up our sexually activities, if you want to." I go, "You know I do, Joey, don't tease me." He's being a little mischievous with a grin on his lips and a little serious with a certain look in his eyes, so I'm not sure how it's going to go until he adds, "I'm missing being fucked by you, and I'm gonna try fucking you too. I've never fucked anyone before in my life and since you own my cherry, it's only right that you be my guinea pig for my first attempt at fucking." I'm so used to Joey stating everything like that. He did say 'if I want too', but he knows I do so he's basically telling me what we're going to do. It always makes my dick move when he exhibits his nice, but dominant way with me. This is working out so well I can hardly believe it, and of course now I'm so glad I stuck with Joey's routine. I wavered at times, but stayed with it so I'm proud of myself too. My sex drive hadn't gone away of course; but honestly, between the make-outs, the oral sex, and my own hand-jobs I'm not exactly horny, although I do dream of being fucked, which is my favorite form of gay sex. A cute guy fucking me, and fucking me kind of hard too, that's my number one choice. The dreams I've had some nights about that create nocturnal emissions, as I've mentioned, but gratefully not during one of the nights Joey and me sleep together. I'm excited things are moving along so well. Joey's on a rare freshman away-trip today; the freshman team will have a live competition with other Ivy League freshman teams. He'll be back tonight though, and that'll be our first night for anal sex since before Thanksgiving break. Ya think I'm psyched about that, oh yeah! The freshman competition won't count in the universities' varsity team standings, but it gives the freshman experience for real competition next year. I'm not going of course; after classes I do my exercises under Donny's directions as usual. Finished with the exercises and weight lifting I'm sweating pretty good, but before a shower Donny tells me to return the weights and the mat to the supply room, then he's off to places unknown to do unknown chores for the gymnast team. Only the freshman are missing at practice. I'm alone in the supply room putting the weights in their slots, thinking about tonight with Joey, when the door opens. I turn my head to see who it is and my heart beat picks-up into a fast nervous beat because it's Randy Rider. This is the first time I've been alone with him since his sick bed humiliation of me way back before Thanksgiving holiday. He looks shocked, then utters, "Can I believe this, it's my boyfriend on the side. Joey let you off his leash, did he?" I nervously go, "Ha, hi, um, hi Randy," glancing at the door calculating if I can squeeze by him and get to safety. I mutter, in a defensive manner, "I'm working-out now, getting fit over at the freshman section all the time." Randy smirks at my timidness and comes right up behind me to wrap me up with his strong arms, humping his crotch against my ass, saying, "I still owe you that tied-up fuck, buddy," and when he humps my ass this time I feel his growing boner. Trying to stay calm, but still talking nervously, and much too fast, I turn my head to look at him saying, "Randy, I'm Joey's boyfriend now and you know that; you know everything that goes on with the gymnast." He gives me a skeptical expression, and I try being conversational, "I'm working-out under Donny Sinclaire's direction. He's really helping me get in shape, maybe not gymnast shape, but better shape then I've ever been in before. Haha, it's hard work, ya know." He's still holding me tightly in his arms from the back, so my neck's stiff from keeping my head turned to him. Randy says, "Ya don't say," and now his cock is really hard in his gym shorts, pressed side-ways across my buttocks. He easily holds me against him with one arm as he pulled down his shorts with the other and out flops his boner. I grunt, "I'm not sucking you off, Randy. I told you Joey and I are boyfriends now." Randy isn't even breathing hard when he says, "So what? I have a boyfriend too; that don't mean ya can't ever have a little side action. Live a little, Oliver". Giving him an emphatic, "NO!" He drags me over to a cabinet, fishes around in there with his free hand and comes up with a condom, which he shows me, saying "Does this look like I want you to suck me off, Oliver?" He pulls or either side of my shorts, using just his one hand as I fruitlessly struggle, but my shorts are down under my ass cheeks and my cock and balls swing as I continue struggling, to no avail. He's talking as I struggle, "You're one of my favorite boyfriends on the side. Didn't I tell you that. Huh?" Adroitly he rolls the condom on his large boner using just one hand, still talking, "My favorites gets special treatment; I'm gonna fuck ya hard, just like I do in your wet dreams of me." He's chuckling at his cleverness and his dominance of me too, I suppose. Growling, "I swear to God I'll scream. Let go of me! I don't want this. STOP IT!" and I struggle so violently with my newly acquired muscles he needs both arms around me again as I feel the lube from the condom spreading across my bare ass. His efforts to get me under control gets his stone-hard boner swiping across both my butt cheeks. Slightly out of breath now, he confidently mutters, "You're not going to scream," and he pushes his cock past my sphincter muscle with a small hip thrust; two inches of boner go up inside me. I try to scream because it hurts so much, but only a wheezing sound comes out because Randy has his right forearm tightly around my throat. As I gag he drops his arm from my neck and he holds be around my belly as I'm frantically grabbing and pulling on his wrists trying to get his arms apart. He easily pushed his cock all the way up inside me now and then does that extra tight hump compressing my ass cheeks and his boner goes inside my rectum another half inch. I managed to suppress my moan of pleasure, but just barely. It's impossible to ignore how good it feels having a big cock up inside me, and I realize how much I've been missing the sexual sensation in my rectum when being fucked. He humps in and out more easily now and I squeeze my hole for more pleasure, not struggling now at all because it feels amazingly good. Randy coos in my ear, "That's my boy," and humps back and forth in my rectum a few more times. Then, with one arm around my chest and one around my waist he holds me flat up against his body and fucks me for a couple of minutes, and oh my God what fantastic erotic sensation of pleasure sparkle in my ass. My struggles, as I said, are almost nonexistent now and Randy let's out a big breath, and mumbles, "Oh yeah," breathing hard. Then a dozen more quick penetrations with me still flat up against him, he leans over backwards, further than I would have believed possible, and pulls me with him, lifting my feet off the floor. I laying on his body as his boner pushes even further up my ass. Randy jerks his body and my back bounces against his chest. A moan of pleasure slips out of me, "Ahh, mmmm, ooooh," and then I can't help continuing, "OOOOH ! Mmmmm." Randy chuckles at my sounds of pleasure, but he's mostly concerned with his own pleasure. He straightens us up again, putting my feet back on the floor, pushing roughly at the back of my head, saying, "Bend over and grab that bar." His push has me halfway bent over anyway, so I'm pretty much forced to grab the barbell bar in it's rack, or else crack my teeth on it. Randy has me by the hips now and he fucks me hard for three minutes with the barbell bar rattling in it's rack, and me in ecstasy, uttering, "OH!," with each rough thrust up inside me. After a while my legs begin trembling and my cum starts plopping on the floor between my legs for the oddest climax I've ever had, but I'm still in a sea of sexual pleasure to such a degree I can't remember, or care, who's fucking me. My orgasm is coming out as if I don't want to have an orgasm in my mind, but my body has other ideas. To be honest, the fuck is fantastic. It's been a long time since my last one, and most of my energy with this one went into not making any more sounds of pleasure, other than the, "OH!," I've been doing with each penetration prior to my climax. Before cum stops drooling from my boner I've already planned what I'm going to do as soon as Randy is done with me. He makes a lot of noise breathing through his nose as he shoots his load into the condom, smacking my ass as he climaxes and driving his boner up my ass hard. Then he humps me more gently, moaning quietly as he comes down off his climax high. He pulls out of my hole after some last penetrations, showing me he can do what he wants with me. He mumbles, "Whoa, baby, that's a nice ass. Nice and surprisingly tight for a hottie like you; you must be getting fucked by somebody constantly with a pussy like you got." He smacks my ass hard twice, then he flicks the soggy, cum-filled condom to the floor and it lands in a puddle of my cum. Randy smugly says, "We gotta do this again. Loved the struggle thingie you managed. Cool, but I really must run now. You clean-up in here real good, Oliver; get rid of my condom and clean-up your spunk. You're a real cock teaser, ya know that? Pulling up his gym shorts he heads for the door groping himself through his shorts as he walks. Wiping the condom lube off my ass with a small gymnast towel, I say, "You just raped me Randy and I'm going directly to campus police to report you." He chuckles and says, "Yeah, right, you do that. Hey, I'm late for something." At the door, he turns around to get a look at me and there must be something in the expression on my face that causes him to pause. I'd pulled my gym shorts up and wrapped the condom in the same little towel I wiped my ass with. The condom now has some of my cum on the outside, as well as DNA stuff from my hole and Randy's cum on the inside. I'm amazingly calm when I say, "I'm not shitting you. Directly to the campus police and they'll take me to the hospital for an examination and then we'll visit the real police because rape is frowned upon the last I heard." His eyes give him away; I can see he believes me now, and he should because that's exactly what I'm going to do. Randy bites his lip, then tries talking sense to me. "Um, Oliver, it's just a misunderstanding on my part, you've sucked me off and enjoyed doing it. Other gymnast know that too, so the cops aren't gonna believe this was rape." I keep repeating, "I don't give a shit. That's what I'm doing." Randy loses some of his confidence, asking me to please forget it. "Okay, I apologize, Oliver. I swear to god I thought you wanted it." I say, "I'm going to the cops, and that's that." He begins begging, "Please, for Christ sakes. It was a mistake; I'll get thrown out of Penn! I'm in my senior year," and he went on and on like that. Finally his begging got to me, I'm not the kind of guy who wants to ruin someone's life, and I had been infatuated with him in the past, which encouraged him. Now, though, it's Joey for me and the hell with these tramps, like I used to be. I compromise by having him write, on a sheet of today's pre-printed gym schedule, just to verify a time line, that he had sex with me after I'd said "NO". He wouldn't write the word 'rape', but what he'd written would be enough to get him in trouble he doesn't want. Our deal is I won't report him as long as he never comes near me again. Also, he isn't to speak about me in a negative manner to the other gymnasts; if he came near me or spoke badly of me, I'm going to the police with my so-called evidence. Before leaving he actually says, "Thanks, man. I honestly just mis-read you; I'm not a rapist and...". He wants to justify himself to himself, but I walk out on him taking the condom and the confession with me. Without Joey's influence I'd never have been able to pull that off; the thought to do that wouldn't even have entered my mind a month ago. Away from Randy and that unfortunate misunderstanding, I quickly realize that my adrenaline rush is over and now I'm sick to my stomach. Also it's obvious how wildly exposed and raw my nerves are right now; my body's shaking so much because that supply room scene scared me by showing me how much I crave being fucked and while it was going on I loved it and didn't care who was fucking me. As soon as I'm outside the gym run to our dorm room, right into our bathroom and throw-up in the toilet. My entire body is still shaking, reliving the exchange between Randy and me. I can't believe I was able to do that. But, the last thing I need is for Joey to get the wrong idea if this got out. Sweat on my forehead, then more dry heaves. A little later, still sitting on the floor of the bathroom, I wonder if it's possible for something to feel so good, but disgust me at the same time. I can't lie to myself, I loved that feeling of Randy forcing his will on me and of course that big cock fucking me was hot too. No matter how it felt, it was just wrong behavior. Joey told me he didn't want any more confessions and I don't intend on complicating things between us with this... this, whatever it was. Frankly, I have a hard time calling it a rape myself. My promiscuous life style the past six months makes me available in the eyes of these control types, like Randy. Well, he's one control type out of the picture now for good. One less temptation. Leaving the bathroom and turning my computer on I write a long email to Alexander, in effect telling him I won't be seeing him anymore; not like in the past anyway. I tell him he's wicked cool and our time together was great, but that I have a steady boyfriend now and my boyfriend insist on a monogamous relationship, which I agree with totally. "Good luck with your life, your a great guy." I also added that I hope we can be friends this summer in Wildwood, and that he has a chance to meet Joey. Alexander has lots of boyfriends, he'll shrug me off his list with a yawn; well, maybe not with a yawn because he does like me. Writing to the twins is difficult because they don't see the world the way most of us do. I tell them honestly I love them both like they're my brothers and hope to see them at the shore this summer. I play up me having a steady boyfriend angle, and how I'm involved in that now and how thrilled I am to have a steady boyfriend finally, although I liked being one of Alexander's 'boys' too. They'll be happy for me. Same kind of email to Bobby, who has been emailing short little words of endearment almost daily since I got back to Penn. I tell him I pray he'll get lucky like me and find a steady boyfriend too. Myers, hell, I don't knows what to say to him. I like the kid a lot, but they'll be no more sex with him either. I'll take his jockstrap back to him in person and tell him I'm going steady. Funny, but Myers means the most to me of all the boys I've had loose sex with. Myers and me wasn't meant to be though. He's young, sexy, and horny so he'll find someone quickly; I'll bet on that. Frankie hadn't emailed me since the Thanksgiving break so maybe he'll just fade away. I've always been the one to keep our relationship going anyway. Without me emailing him it might be just that simple; he'll fade away into the mist. Aaron, well Aaron can go fuck himself for all I care. Sure, he's hot as the surface of the sun, but that's too hot for poor little me. I was just a quick fuck to him anyway. Spunky? He's a lost boy, he was lost before I met him, but I feel sad for him. Flopping down on Joey's bed, trying to think who else I need to email. I emailed Pattie weeks ago saying I'm going steady with someone and that she's great and all that, but I have to break-up with her. She emailed back that I'm a bastard and she just KNEW I had another girl friend. Hell, she was dating two boys when I'm away at college anyway; she'll forget me quickly. Let's see, who else, but I fall asleep before anyone comes to mind. My eyes flutter, then open as I stretch looking at the clock on the night stand and see the bright blue digital readout claiming it's eight o'clock, but the room's pitch black; what the f.... Needing a minute to orient myself, then it comes back to me; the so called rape, and the reason it's dark outside is because it's eight o'clock at night. Oh, and Joey's going to be back from his gymnastic meet in awhile so taking a shower is the least I can do for him; shower Randy Rider off my body. It'll probably be at least an hour before Joey's back so I order a pizza for delivery, then shower, and it really feels good. Drying and throwing on some sweatpants and a long sleeve fleece pullover, I wander outside for a cigarette, waiting for my dinner to arrive. It's weird: I'm not feeling good and I'm not feeling bad, about sending those emails I mean. It's just something that was necessary and why I've waited this long to send them is a mystery. Maybe the Randy thing frightened me because I'd quit struggling with him as soon as his big cock started feeling good inside me, so I guess that's just an indication I've got a long way to go with controlling my sexual appetite, and so I wanted to cut ties with temptation, which is what the 'Dear John' emails where all about. There are a couple of positives that I can take from Randy's forced sex: One, I tried hard initially to stop Randy and the other doesn't have anything to do with Randy except for bringing this to mind. As much as I like getting fucked, and as often as Donny's discretely offered to do it, I've resisted that temptation all the afternoons we spend together, and he's hot. So I'm making progress with my willpower. Christ, if I met Donny before Thanksgiving break we'd both be pregnant by now. Here comes the pizza delivery kid as I watch the familiar old Toyota with the Domino's pizza logo on the roof drive down the street. Lots of pizza deliveries on campus. A tall boy about my age gets out, takes the boxed pizza out of one of those satchels that's suppose to keep the pizza hot. That's a joke; if you're lucky it's still slightly warm by the time you get it. The crust is gonna be soggy as hell too, but I'm too lazy to go the pizza shop, and anyway I don't want to take a chance of not being here when Joey gets back. The delivery boy isn't in much of a hurry as he double checks the address written on the box, looks up a me sitting on the dorm stoop, then puts a phony smile on his face and walks toward me. He's got a big thatch of dark red hair on his head and a face full of freckles. Funny, but I don't like dark red hair; light red or even almost orange hair is a turn on for me though, just not dark red. I gotta wonder about how fucked up my subconscious mind must be. What input, when I was young, is dictating my likes and dislikes about things like red hair now that I'm nineteen? The kid's geeky with a long neck and strange way of walking that uses all his long thin limbs; he reminds me of a redheaded ostrich. He says, "Dude, you Oliver?" I go, "Uh huh, how much is it?" Checking the slip taped on the box, he says, "Fourteen buck," and I go, "What? Fourteen bucks for a cheese pizza?" He smiles, then sarcastically says, "I love delivering to collage kids. It's cheese and anchovies, that's why it's fourteen bucks, plus a dollar for delivery so it's actually fifteen bucks." There's no sense arguing, he isn't the one who fucks up the orders, he just deliveries them. Counting out seventeen dollars, I hand him the money, taking the box and getting a handful off grease from the bottom of the luke warm box, saying, "Nobody fucking eats anchovies." He shrugs, muttering, "I just delivery them, and thanks for the two dollar tip." Back in the room I meticulously remove all the anchovies and eat the whole pizza. I love cheese pizza, but the anchovies left their flavor behind. Hmmm, not bad at all. I know, I know... anchovies sound and look horrible, they look they're rotten and smell like fish that's gone bad, and I'd never try them on my own, but I think I like 'em now. The empty box and the anchovies go out to the dumpster and then I wash my face and hands, brush my teeth, and sit at my desk waiting for Joey. I think I love him. Joey shows up in an effervescent mood and excitedly tells me about the competition. The long and the short of it is there were three colleges participating and Penn won. Joey didn't performed, he'd rooted his teammates on. Members of sports teams become like brothers, so he's high for them. This is as excited as I've seen Joey in a long time; he gets excited when we have sex together, when he talks about gymnastics, and when he's talking about another of his favorite topics, motorcycles. He can't wait to take me for a ride on his big bike. Of course, as a freshman he can't bring it onto campus, but we've been talking about getting together over Christmas break. He knows a lot about Harley Davidson bikes, and I know nothing about them, but I like to look at Joey's face when he's going on in his animated way about them; his eyes actually sparkle, so I'm a good listener for him. Joey wants me to give him a bath like the old days and I end up in the tub with him. It seems a long time ago we used to do this every night, except this time I'm between Joey's legs leaning back against his hard stomach and chest; in the past it was always the other way around because he had the casts on his arms. So nice when he twist my head around for a little to kiss on the side of my mouth, which gets me twisting my torso so we can really get involved in a hot, saliva dripping make-out. It's not long before our boners seemingly are floating away from our bodies in the big old-fashioned bathtub full of hot water. We savage each other's mouth, our teeth scraping, moans of sexual pleasure in our throats. An FM music station plays in the background and it's dreamy as I wash Joey, and then he does the same for me. We're quietly exchanging smiles and kisses; this must be love, what else could it be? My quest since age thirteen is over; I've found love and it brings a tear to my eyes finally acknowledging it's here. Rinsed off with the handheld shower head, Joey whispers, "Oliver, we're getting out now and you're going to fuck me like you did the whole week before the troubles." We're staring into each other's eyes and I know in my heart there's no one I'd rather be with than Joey Gallo; yes, this must be how it feels to truly be in love. I'm so stimulated my breathing catches in my throat as I put the side of my face next to Joey's and hug his hot, tight body to mine, feeling so grateful we're together again that I need to fight back the urge to cry with joy. My lips on his perfect ear, I mumble, "Whatever you say, Joey, and, um, thank you for helping me; you're my idol." He swallows hard, muttering, "That's so sweet, Oliver. I love you." I want to say that to Joey, but I want to say it some time before he says it, so I'll wait till there's another good time to tell him; but soon. Dripping wet we step out of the tub together and then quickly dry each other with a couple of the big cotton towels my parents insisted I bring with me to college; I thought it was stupid, but Joey and me always use these towel 'cause they're the best. Score one for my parents; maybe they're right more often then I give them credit for. Our boners never go down as we walk into the bedroom with Joey's arm around my neck and the sides of our bodies rubbing together. Glancing at his face, then down to see Joey's boner, his making mine look small. Oh my God, I want his inside me, but the thought of fucking him in between his hard, muscular buttock is wonderful too. Reaching Joey's bed, I grab the KY jelly from the night table drawer as Joey bends over with a grip on the arm of the only upholstered chair in the room, his head turned staring at me. A shiny sliver of saliva connects his parted upper and lower lips, shimmering in the reflective light of the overhead light fixture. Taking three steps, I stand behind him with a hand on his left butt cheek and with the index finger of my other hand touch his rosebud anus to smear some lube on the lips as Joey blows air from his lungs dispersing the sliver of saliva in a spray. Pushing my slippery finger up his ass get a moan from Joey; we're both very sexually aroused. His tight ass feels soft inside, but hard outside; the perfect combination. Steam drifts from the bathroom and floats into the bedroom as I finger his rectum and take a deep breath loving that we're doing this again. The sex this afternoon with Randy was maybe a rape, but whatever it was there's no comparison between this with Joey and that with Randy. That was animal sex and it can't hold a candle to lover's sex; they're different things altogether. My finger massages lube into Joey's rectum and just doing this is sexier and more delicious than the whole sexual experience with Randy. The FM station is playing one of my favorite oldies, the band 'Ben's Brother' doing 'Stuttering' and it's way cool. Joey groans and moves his head back and forth from the pleasure of my slippery finger inside him. I'm hot for his ass now. Taking my finger out, I use my slippery hand to fist my rock hard boner getting it slippery too, then wipe my hand on my buttocks and grab Joey's hips. Swallowing with difficulty, feeling shaky, almost dizzy with anticipation, and with that song in my head from 'Ben's Brother', I put pressure with the head of my boner at Joey's anus and the lips spread allowing half my cock head in as Joey quietly moans, "Ooooh," and I blow out a lot of air as my heart beats fast and a shiver runs from the back of my neck down to my feet. With only half my boner's head in Joey ass the sensations on my cock are already so good my body shudders; abstinence has a way of increasing the thrill of sex with the boy you've fallen in love with. My face is flush as I thrust my hips making my cock head disappear up Joey's ass; we both groan in pleasure as Joey pushes back on my cock wanting more, so I push my cock all the way up Joey's ass and leave it there rubbing his back while his rectum muscles expand. Shortly, Joey mutters, "Oh, it feels so good, Oliver," a long, "Mmmmm," then, "Fuck me, Oliver," and I do. I fuck him in a bit of a rush because we haven't done it for so long and because the sensations are overwhelming me with indescribable erotic pleasures that I can't remember ever being this awesome before. My shoulders continually shudder as I drive my boner up inside him, probably too quickly, but I can't help myself. We're both lost in an ocean of sexual pleasure making sounds that should probably embarrasses us both, but they don't. A few minutes of steading thrusting has be nearing orgasm territory already. Joey begins stroking his boner while continuing to make the sounds of pleasure that arouse me even further. The sound of my cock pushing up and pulling back in his rectum is subtle, but my crotch slapping into his muscular butt cheeks is not. The sound of flesh on flesh cam only be gay anal sex, and it's a sound I love to hear, a steady, "Slap," 'slap," "slap," "slap," sound fills the room. Neither of us lasts five minutes, but I might have held out longer if Joey hadn't begun grunting like he's in pain, humping his hips as he arches his back, stroking his cock in a blur, then with a squeal he climaxes a long stream of cum against the front of the desk. It splatters back spraying Joey's stomach, his stroking hand, and his thighs. His muscular buttocks contracting with each spurt of cum from his fat boner sends me over the top big time and I almost pass out as I'm literally peeing cum up his ass; one long stream that last longer then I would have believed possible. I tried to screech out a siren of erotic pleasure, but only a long wheezy hiss escaped my throat as a series of spastic shudderings swept through my body beginning at my cock and balls and spreading instantly to my hair follicles on my head to my toes, causing them to curl. I'm pumping his ass in a frenzy, Joey continues stroking his cock as I savor the sizzling sensations in my body, and with one last violent shudder begin to come down off my high. I continue humping Joey until my cock flop out of his hole; Joey exclaims a simple, "Oh," as he drops his head to his arms on the desktop. Breathing hard, black spots in my vision, I stare at Joey's asshole watching my cum drool out and slowly ooze down the inside of his leg. For a second I'm paralyzed and unable to move, then I stroke my softening cock and walk like a zombie to pick up one of the towels off the bathroom floor and wipe my cock with it. Then walk over to Joey, who's still breathing hard, bent over with his arms and head on the desktop. Wiping the cum off his legs, then folding the towel and placing it on the desk chair, I take hold of Joey's bicep, quietly saying, "Here Joey, sit on the towel." He looks at me in a daze, mumbling, "That was awesome, Oliver," and he plops down on the chair as we grin at each other. He repositioned himself a little on the towel and I sit up on his lap facing him, my knees or either side of his legs. We hug each other tightly around the neck and press the side of our faces together; yes, this is love. Neither of us saying anything for a good while, just breathing deeply, inhaling each other's scent and enjoying the feel of each other's body. There's a contented sense of being that occurs after wonderful lover's sex; I'm experiencing it now. It can't really be described except to say it's a luscious state of mind. Taking a contented breath, Joey says into my ear, "I love you so much, Oliver," beating me to it again, but this time I need to say, "I love you too, Joey," because I do. He sighs, saying, "Someday you'll say that and know in your heart of hearts that you really do love me the way I love you." I'm not going to argue with him, mostly because I'm out of practice arguing with Joey. He's my leader and my lover now too, and that's way more than enough for me. I sigh too then, and nestle in against his body thinking that I'll convince Joey I really love him in time. He smells so good I could stay like this all night. Later we sleep together in each other's arms and I thank God for Joey and for allowing me to be patient and wait for Joey to decide it's the right time for us to resume sexual relations together. We increase our sexual activities after that, with Joey always calling the shots of course. It isn't unusual for Joey to have me suck him off in the morning and then have me fuck him in the evening. He calls me his pleasure apparatus because that word 'apparatus' is used in gymnastics a lot. He can call me anything he wants because nothing Joey does now is ever wrong in my eyes. Joey's still apprehensive about fucking me and I'm guessing that's because he's never done it with anyone and he's afraid he might look bad in my eyes if he doesn't do it perfectly. That's silly of course, but Joey's a perfectionist and he says our present sex is so perfect why change it. We do have fantastic sex together, but I've always preferred being a bottom. The idea of nagging Joey to fuck me never enters my mind because I'm totally used to doing what Joey says now and arguing with him is not an option as far as I'm concerned. Joey keeps me very sexually satisfied and thoughts of being unfaithful do not occur to me. Having said all that, I yearn constantly to have Joey's big, uncut cock up my ass. As I said, thoughts of side sex don't tempt me anymore, but I let my mind wander to times I was getting fucked by others, because I miss it. I'll think about how it felt when Aaron, or Randy, or Myers fucked me and I want to feel that again, but only from Joey. It's a couple of days now until Christmas break so I figure it probably isn't going to happen this year. I'm committed to waiting until Joey says the time is right. As I've said, after over a month of it I've become very comfortable having Joey tell me what we're going to do, when we were going to do it, and what I need to do; I love it this way. Pleasing Joey give me joy. I look to him to make the decisions for the both of us and I do whatever he decides without thinking about it. Whenever someone asks us if we want to do something, anything really, like go to the movies, go into Philly, go to a fraternity party, I look over at Joey to find out if we want to do it. It's relaxing for me and it feeds my submissive nature, and Joey gives me the sweetest looks when I do it; he likes it this way too. We're finishing up the semester two days before Christmas break and Joey calls for a meeting between us. He thinks he's keeping things light by calling us to order in a meeting, but I know it's his way of covering the fact he's about to tell me something new I'm to do, and he expects me to do it without discussion too. Like I said repeatedly to him, it's fine with me. Joey maybe finds it hard to believe I'm completely happy following his leadership, and I guess most guys wouldn't be as agreeable as I am, but it is what it is. I sit on his bed with him standing in front of me, saying, "Oliver, I'd like you to call your parents and ask then if it's okay if you bring a friend home for the first few days of Holiday break, and then tell them, you'll be spending a couple of days at your friends house; I'm the friend, by the way" He raises his eyebrows at me with an expression on his face like, 'Any problem with this?' Not sure why he wants to do this, although I love the idea, I ask, "Is it because you don't trust me on my own for two weeks, thinking I might fall back to my old ways?" He says, "That's part of it, but the big part is we need to be honest with our parents, they deserve that." This makes me nervous, so I ask, "You don't mean tell them we're gay, do you?" He's like, "Exactly. We're gay and we're each other's boyfriend." For the first time since I've been following Joey's leadership I balk at this, whining, "It's too soon to do that, Joey. It scares me and I don't want then to know yet. I'll tell them when I graduate, okay? I promise, please." He rubs my burr haircut, muttering, "I love the way this haircut feels. Remember why I made you get this short haircut, Oliver?" I'm frowning and my heart's pounding because I can't tell my wonderful parents I'm gay. I've put them through hell growing up. He asks again, "Why'd I make you get the shortest haircut of anyone at the University of Pennsylvania?" I gulp, mumbling, "So I'd remember you'r in charge of me, and that I'm following your plan to help me get over my run away sexual addiction." He's very calm when he says, "Yes, and this is part of my plan. It'll be fine, Oliver, trust my judgement," and he sits next to me putting his arm around my neck, then quietly says, "I'm nervous too, but we'll give each other moral support. You love me don't you?" I nod my head, loving that he's treating me like Christian does. What can I tell ya, I like being babied. Maybe it's a thing I picked up through all those years after Tyler's death when everyone babied me; especially my brother Christian, and now Joey. Nestling in against him, I say, "Okay, Joey, I trust you." He kisses me on the side of my forehead, then says, "Call your brother now and start by telling him." Putting my arm around Joey I feel so much love for him and I want to please him so badly. Doing what Joey said, I get my cell phone from my pocket, look at him and he gives me a single nod of his head encouraging me. Christian will of course support whatever decision I make. I've talk to him a number of times about Joey and how maybe I'd gotten a little wild with the gay sex thing and how Joey's helping me get over it. When Joey gave the okay for us to resume sex together I told Christian my roommate and I are boyfriends and that I think I'm in love with Joey. Christian's thrilled I've given up the random sex and he likes everything I tell him about Joey. That's the reason I know he'll support my decision. Sitting next to Joey, his arm around me, I call Christian and we talk about twenty minutes. The long and the short of our conversation is that Christian's in favor of me 'coming out' to mom and dad and he supports Joey completely. Christian isn't going to complicate the situation by coming out himself, and he may never officially do it although they'll figure it out eventually. Christian's basically thrilled with Joey, and while he doesn't come out and say it, I think that's because my brother knows I need someone to show me the way, like he did for most of my life, and he feels Joey's perfect for that role. He probably feels that way because I gush about Joey during our brother to brother telephone calls and emails. Maybe Christian's relieved I finally have someone to rely on other than him. He's very much looking forward to seeing me at Christmas and meeting Joey. Also we talk about Christian arranging for Joey and me to have first class tickets to visit him during spring break. By the end of our conversation I'm firm in my resolve to tell mom and dad I'm gay. I told him right from the start of our conversation I've made up my mind to do it, and I know that impressed Christian because he's been telling me for years to 'Make a decision, Oliver, and stick to it!'. I'd done that with Joey's plan and with this decision too. Of course with Joey right next to me I didn't have much choice, but I did it; that's the important part. Now the hard part is going to be actually telling my parents, but Joey will be right by my side then too, so what else can I do except tell them. I know they'll support me so I shouldn't be so nervous about it. Joey calmly smoked a cigarette, listening to every word I said to my brother. Then Christian wants to talk to Joey. While Joey talks to my brother it hits home to me that Joey has indeed taken Christian's place as the most important person in my life; sitting on his bed, leaning against Joey, I'm in awe of that revelation. Joey talks with Christian for ten minutes openly discussing me and how best to take care of me. It's all absolutely amazing, but it makes me feel good that the two people I trust most in the world are concerned about me. I'd cry except I don't want to disappoint and maybe piss off Joey. I feel better about 'coming out' after talking with Christian and him encouraging me to do it. Later, my phone call to my parents about bringing my friend home is a short one; they're of course ecstatic that I have a friend after not having one all through high school. It means to them I'm functioning in the world now. Mom asks, "Can he stay longer, Oliver? We'd love to have him stay for Christmas." Just like Mom, she has a heart of gold, but doesn't give a thought that maybe my friend might want to spend Christmas with his own family, but it's still sweet of her. Later Joey and me do our bath routine together again and then a duplicate of that first night's fuck again with Joey bending over grabbing the edge of his desk. Same conclusion too with Joey's cum shooting out so hard it splatters against the front of the desk spraying us with cum droplets. It's the first time we climaxed exactly at the same time; he's splattering his desk as I'm filling his rectum with creamy cum. I almost fainted from the enormous sexual stimulation and that might be because I'm so in love with Joey now. We sleep together again with me in Joey's arms. It's like a dream come true. In the morning we go to our last classes before the holiday break and while walking to gymnastic practice Joey tells me to get Donny to give me another one of those short burr haircuts. I'd be on my own for some of the break and he wants me to have a reminder of what we're trying to accomplish together. The self control thing is still very much an issue and my haircut is suppose to be a constant reminder of that fact. Joey's encouraging, telling me I'm doing great so far, but a month isn't much of a test and there are pitfalls for me aplenty in Delaware and in my hometown of Williamsport, Pennsylvania. When I sit in the barber chair Donny doesn't even ask how I want my hair cut, just gets the clippers running over my head for the quarter inch burr haircut with whitewall sides and back. As Donny's cutting my hair I realize I hadn't even questioned Joey about it. He said get it cut and I went directly to Donny, who said, "Oh yeah, Oliver, you're looking shaggy. Let's make it good and short to last over the holidays, which is why I have whitewall sides and back. My parents won't like it at all, but when I connect the haircut to my association with the gymnastic team, they'll think it's wonderful then. Leaving Donny, the barber/assistant gymnast coach, feeling totally scalped, my hand running over my head, and here's Joey. He whistles, then rubs my head saying, "Oh boy, Oliver, Donny got you good this time. I love it," and he rubs my head again as I blush feeling self conscious about my haircut. After gymnastic practice we're back in our room and Joey tells me I look especially hot and he wants to try fucking me tonight, and what do I think about that? A big smile spreads across my face, that's what I think about that as I just nod my head and smile some more. Doing stuff until dinner I have half a stiffy in my pants thinking about Joey finally fucking me, it's legitimately exciting for me. My sex drive hadn't gone away, it's been with me all along, strong as ever, we just want to re-channel it and bring in a little responsible behavior to go along with it, and Joey's been doing a hell of a good job with that. All my eggs, so ta speak, are in Joey Gallo's basket in that regard, or in any other regard when it comes to that, and I have no complaints. In my heart I'm in love with him whether he believes it or not. I love ever second I'm with him and I say that even though he forces me into doing things I don't want to do sometimes, like confronting Phil about the laundry and my parents about me being gay. He's turned out he's been right about everything, so far. Actually, he's forces me into NOT doing things as well, like not have sex with anyone but him. Donny and Randy are willing and able to have their way with me any time I want, but I'm not tempted. Joey's huge in my life and it's a little scary thinking about losing him so I ain't gonna do anything that might make that happen. Joey's been filling out some health forms in connection with his ability to continue with gymnastic activities now that his arms and leg have healed, while I've been getting my clothes together to take home. Then I work up a sweat cleaning our bathroom 'cause Joey has a bit of a cleanliness fetish to go with his shaved pubic hair fetish. I cleaned our bedroom yesterday; cleaning this place is a responsibility I accepted when Joey was unable to do it, and it's sort of an unspoken responsibility Joey expects me to continue with as part of his plan to keep me grounded and help me get over the idea I'm a hot shit like I thought I was during my wild sex-filled months. Joey walks in just as I'm finishing up with Lysol disinfectant bathroom cleaner in the tub. Rinsing out the tub with the handheld shower head I turn to look at him and this weird feeling comes over me; I feel so close to him and the realization of how important in my life he's become, and it's like I want to thank him, or kiss his feet, or worship him, or something. I admire and look up to him so much and he's so cute, so beautiful to me with that wonderful nose that I once thought was a little bit too big for his face, but now realize it's perfect; maybe the most perfect nose anyone's ever had. I stand there with a little friendly smile and Joey smiles back, muttering, "Ah, cleaning the bathroom, huh? Do I ever thank you for doing the cleaning, Oliver? I should, and I do thank you very much." I grin, mumbling, "You're welcome, I like doing things for you, Joey. Um, I'd do anything for you." He realizes it's getting a bit maudlin so he comes over to me and holds my head between his hands, asking, "Even be my sex victim as I try fucking for the first time in my life?" Looking him in the eyes, still in my sentimental mood, I say, "That's thrilling to me, Joey; you fucking me is a dream come true for me. I love you," and I do, but I'm so full of emotion a tear runs down my cheek. Joey wipes it with his thumb, saying, "No crying, Oliver," and then he kisses me on the lips with what can only be called a lover's kiss, gentle and long, getting my cock boned up tight. I'm so happy, the happiest I've ever been and it's all because of him; he leaves me breathless. He smiles after the kiss, muttering, "You always taste good, Oliver," then he leaves to get his clothes together and I finish rinsing out the bathtub while playing with myself. I'm checking emails as Joey finishes getting his clothes in order. When finished with that, he stands at his bed, and says, a little sternly, "Come over here, Oliver." Joey's been doing more of this lately and I'm not sure if it's on purpose or if it's just become second nature to him by now since he's used to me doing what I'm told. It's like, instead of him walk the four steps to me, he tells me to come to him. Actually, I like that he insists I come to him and I get up and go right over, asking, "What, Joey?" Nice smile from Joey as he hugs me, saying, "Seriously, Oliver, you do look hot with this haircut and I want you to keep it like this until I get tired of it. Would you do that for me?" He runs his fingers over it again, as I mumble, "Sure, Joey." I think maybe he likes this stupid haircut because it reminds him and me that he's the boss and he likes being the boss of me. Joey stares in my eyes and gets a handful of my buttock with one hand and a handful of my crotch with the other, feeling my stiff cock. "Do you always have a hard on, Oliver? Heh he. You're so damn special; I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend." I say, "Me too, Joey." I'm totally captivated by him and it's a fantastic feeling to be with the one you love and experiencing that love growing everyday. Joey didn't know what he was doing when trying to help me with my sex addition and loose behavior, but he did everything just right; luck I guess, but it's worked for me. He's grinning, asking, "Or, is this boner because you're anxious for me to fuck you?" I shrug, "I think it's just you, Joey. You give me boners without even knowing it." He's being a little goofy with the boner talk, but I know him pretty well now and I think he's being a little goofy to cover up that he's nervous about fucking me for the first time. Maybe he's nervous because I've told him how many other boys gave fucked me and he's concerned he won't measure up. If he doesn't he'll never find that out from me. Sometimes he occasionally acted like a little kid when he was basically an invalid and couldn't do anything for himself, and he acted kinda like a little kid the first time I fucked him too, but he hasn't acted like a little kid since then; far from it, he's younger then me but you'd never know it. Joey's healthy again and he's in charge and comfortable in that role. He says, "I'm gonna man-up here and fuck you good, Oliver. Get undressed, I want both of us to be totally naked when I fuck you for the first time; the first fuck of ten thousand fucks." My eyes are big as I pull my pants down. I'm naked before Joey is and stand in front of him awaiting orders, breathing hard with excited anticipation. When he's completely naked I timidly ask, "Can I suck your cock first, Joey. Appearing almost relieved that I suggested it, because maybe he didn't know how to get us started, he says, "Sure, Oliver, thanks." I drop down on my knees and put that big cock of his in my mouth and suck the head for a bit, God I love the taste and the feel of it on my tongue. When his cock begins to stiffen I stick the tip of my tongue under that extra foreskin running my tongue all around down there as Joey squirms moving his feet slightly, and rubbing my bristly hair. Then I lick up and down the shaft real fast until it gets hard. Reaching over to the night stand I pick up the KY lube and hold it up for him and he gives me such a sweet smile, mouthing, "I love you." Smiling back at him I get up and bend over to hold onto the arm of the overstuffed chair. Surprisingly he isn't tentative for a first time effort. He pushes a lot of lube up my ass as far as his middle finger can reach, and even though I'm not stretched enough for a second finger yet, Joey forces his second finger inside me with some grunts from both of us. I'm clenching my jaws shut waiting for the burn in my anus to lessen. He's never fucked before but he doesn't ask for advise, and he doesn't ask how I'm doing. Two thrust with two fingers and then his fat boner head is at my anus and I give a thought to telling him it's too soon, but don't want to embarrass him. He has trouble getting his fat cock head past my sphincter muscle, and he's probably getting frustrated so I don't look back not wanting him to think I'm being critical. Finally Joey humps much too hard and drives his cock five inches up my ass, and thank God for the slippery substance he put in there. The pain is a burning pain, but I'm holding my breath, my face very red and only one small groan of pain escapes my lips. Without waiting he forces the rest of his seven inches inside me, or however long it is; it feels like ten inches when it's all the way in. Joey mutters, "Tighter than I expected," not to me I don't thing, but to himself. Pulling it immediately back the pain level rises and I want to scream, but manage not to. Then right back up my rectum and it feels like something's ripping inside, but I know it's not and focus on that thought, 'It's not tearing or ripping anything, just some pain that will fade'. That's what I keep telling myself as he withdraws and pushes his huge cock, that's grown inside me, back up my ass. Joey sounds happy and excited, "This feels fantastic, Oliver. How you doing?" I manage to grunt, "Good, it feels good." It's a rough two or three minutes, and then things get a lot better quickly. Gotta hand it to the rectum, it's very adaptable. And ya know, there's something erotic to me about Joey's innocent way of fucking me. His first time, and I know he wants it to be HOT for me, but he's unknowingly's rough enough to really get me aroused. I know he's thinking more about me than himself, which is ironic considering how painful he made it for me in the beginning, and as soon as I can speak almost normally, I say, "Awesome Joey, awesome, dude. Feels great, I love having your cock inside me; another dream come true for me." Joey grunts, "This does feel awesome, you're right about that, but I feel like I'm going to climax already." It's feeling good for both of us now with Joey thrusting his boner smoothly up my ass now. He's worked up a big sweat vigorously fucking my hole and I feel his sweat drops on my back as his hands grip my hips with a tight hold, steadily pounding his cock inside me and a long moan of pleasure, "Mmmmmm, oooooh, yeah, " comes from me without me realizing I was going to do it. Joey's moaning constantly now as he gets more and more aroused and his pleasure sounds always have sexually excited me. His scents all around me now as he energetically fucks me. I hold off as long as I can, but now I can't resist stroking my boner. Wrapping my head around the fact that it's Joey's big uncut cock inside me creates erotic sensations that has me groping myself babbling, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ohh, ohh, ahh," until it embarrasses me, but my orgasm's coming on me fast now. Thinking, 'It's Joey fucking me! My idol's fucking my ass,' and it's incredibly sensual just thinking that and the real feel of a big hard cock plowing my ass has me dizzy with sexual excitement and pleasure, the head of my cock expands and I yell out, "Ahhhhhh!' as cum explodes from my balls to roar up the shaft of my boner and out the gaping pee slit of my cock's swollen head sending me into ecstasy as my body's flooded with the fabulous sensations of orgasm. Black dots in front of my eyes because I'm squeezing them so tightly closed, then a second long string of cum flies out from my buzzing boner getting my shoulders shaking, my hips thrusts forward four more time producing little spurts cum with saliva drooling down my chin. My neck hurts from being stretched back at each shot of spunk. Joey's making sounds of desperation as waves of sensations travel around my pelvic area and extend outward. My body's limp now, rocking to and fro as Joey's slamming into me violently with each thrust. I look at his hand on my hip and he's gripping me so tightly his fingernails are white. Looking forward again, feeling good but weak, I see two big gobs of cum on the material at the side of the chair slowly drooling down. Two hard slams into me with Joey going, "Yo, yo, umph, yes," then "Eeeeeee ahhhh, oh fuck," as I feel his first spurt hit off the inside of my bowels. More frantic humping and grunting, my rectum slippery with his cum so it must have been a gigantic orgasm. Then cum's coming out my ass and drooling down the inside of my legs as Joey's lays on my back still humping his cock up my ass as he moans. His sweaty face at the back of my neck and I love it! I love Joey fucking me so much I want to cry with happiness, but can't do that 'cause Joey said no more crying. With Joey laying on my back, his ams wrapped around me, his sweat and heat and his heart pounding against me I know a higher level of happiness; I'm sure nothing will ever make me happier than Joey fucking me this first time ever; the first time he's ever fucked anyone. It's a wonderful thing to participate in something that provides so much pleasure to someone who means the world to me, a pleasure I shared in mightily too. Joey's breathing hard asking, "How was that, Oliver? Was it okay?" It's so fucking sweet he needs reassurance, especially considering all his normal confidence, yet he's still humble enough to have doubts about doing this okay, as he put it. I say, "Well, it was a least okay, Joey, you're going to need a lot of practice to get it just right though." Joey stops pumping my ass and, fulling impaling me, he chuckles, then says, "Good answer! Yes! Practice, that's the key." We keep it light as Joey pulls his wet, sloppy cock out of me, mumbling, "Whoa, for a second there I was afraid you might not give it up," meaning his penis, because I'd been flexing my sphincter muscle tightly around his weenie, it felt so good. It was truly dreamy being fucked by Joey. Straightening up, I grab some tissue to wipe my ass as we talk about this first ever fuck for Joey. Then I spend some time catching Joey's drooling cum from my asshole as Joey chatters on happily describing sensations he'd never imagined that he'd feel on his cock. As he talks happily I can't help but remember with Frankie I always felt I had to say things to built him up as some great stud and how Frankie thought sex was about pleasuring himself. Part of that pleasure involved me complimenting him on how awesome he was. With Joey I know he doesn't need that and I even feel comfortable mentioning the rough start and how he might try starting a bit differently next time. He doesn't take offense at all, he feels bad he'd hurt me. Next time he's going to try this, and that, and like Joey always does, he forms plans for a better way to do it next time. We clean up really well, then go to dinner. After a bath together we go to bed doing a lot of hugging and kissing until I'm thinking the next time might be right now, but we're tired and soon fall asleep in each others arms, which is nice too. The next time Joey fucked me turns out to be the very next morning. Joey fucked me as we lay on our sides. No new lube because we got too aroused to get it, but Joey's precum and some residue from last night worked just fine, so the second fuck of ten thousand fuck was better then the first. It worked good because Joey went in me slow this time, and only after first opening me up with his fingers which were dripping with my spit. It was a wonderful fuck and we both were grunting and firing cum shots after fifteen, sexy, moaning minutes. Joey licking and kissing my neck afterward and then he did what others seem to do to me; he laid against me with his chest pressed into my back and sucked on my neck giving me this big shiny hickey. The whole time he's doing it I stroked my dick. Joey would push my head gently this way or that to give him more access to my neck. It was so hot because it was Joey doing it; so hot I milked another spray of watery cum from my nuts just as he was finishing off the hickey. There's such a difference between getting a hickey from Joey and getting one from anyone else. It aroused Joey by doing it too, and he's sprouted a second boner by the time he was through. This is the first hickey I'm proud to have. Every other time it was Alexander or Randy, or whoever, being proud of the hickey they'd made, but I never was. I love having Joey's hickey on my neck though, and I'm not covering it with a bandaid either, I'm Joey Gallo's boyfriend and damn glad about it too, and look at this hickey he just gave me; that's my attitude about his hickey. Love rules everything. Still laying in bed together, our bodies touching, Joey's lazily running his fingers back through my crisp new burr haircut for a bit and we're so relaxed it's luxurious. There's no classes today so we're able to do this lulling around in bed together with clear conscientious. Joey's second boner of the morning is bumping around back there prompting him to say, "I'm thinking of getting in some more practice, Oliver. Any problem with that?" I say, "No, Sir". He chuckles at my 'Sir' remark, then presses against my hole with his swollen boner until, like magic, the head of his cock slips inside me. "Ooh, ooooooh", I was still slightly dilated so it didn't take long until Joey was humping me steadily. He fucked me for the better part of twenty-five minutes this time and then he lost his second cum load of the morning, firing it up my hole. I got a little spray on my fist again near the end of the fuck, just like I'd gotten from the hickey while stroking my boner. Little spray or not, it felt fantastic both times and I'm in an incredibly satisfied frame of mind. A peaceful dreamy state with the boy I love right next to me. We're quiet for quite awhile until Joey brakes the silence with a sincerely delivered bit of information, and a question, "Jesus, Oliver, my dick is so freaking sore. Is that normal?" I laugh because my hole's sore too, and I'd played with myself so much this morning I'm guessing my dick's as sore as Joey's, but it's so worth it? That's more or less what we talk about as we're laying on our back in bed together, Joey's arm under my neck and our sides touching all the way down to our toes. We do some more making out and touching later in the morning, missing breakfast and not giving it a thought. It's the best morning of my life. We don't miss lunch though, and after lunch we get out stuff to take home with us stowed away in the back seat of my Mini Cooper S. Then we take showers, separately, and at two-thirty in the afternoon we take off on the almost four hour drive to my house, with Joey behind the wheel. He loves his motorcycle and he loves the hot new car he'd gotten after the accident, but my Mini is in the mix as one of his favorite driving machines. Mini Coopers have been called the first street-legal go-carts. I don't know shit about go-carts, but if they're quick, with a lot of power, and can corner on a dime without taking your foot off the gas, then they're like the Mini. Joey drives like a race driver and I need to bite my tongue to keep myself from saying, "Slow the fuck down, cowboy!" He loves the speed and, who knows, maybe he'll qualify as a thrill seeker and I'll get him to try the double-shot amusement ride on the Wildwood Boardwalk sometime. We'll see how he handles that! The drive took less time than I've ever made it in. Joey smiling all the way, stepping on the gas and passing on the left. I played all my favorite CDs real loud and sang along with many of them to take my mind off my boyfriend's driving habits. Joey was enjoying himself and didn't seem the least bit concerned about the awkwardness of 'coming out' to strangers; meaning my parents. I'm already feeling uncomfortable just thinking about being a house guest at Joey's, never mind that he's also going to tell them he's gay and then point to me and say, "And he's my gay boyfriend". Give me a break, what's Ms. Woodpecker going to say. I know she's going to blame Arthur. I'm just hoping I can do this the way Joey wants. The End The boys found love it seems. It looks like Oliver is going to be fine now thanks to Joey. I think I'll write an epilogue to the tale and call it 'Love story'. If you want to read it, tell me and I'll send you a copy. Thanks for reading my story. Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible contribution to nonprofit Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html