Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2010 20:13:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Peder Pederson Subject: To Need or to Wnat -- Chapter 2 Chapter Two One Step at a Time Ohio State was nothing like Weston. Actually the enrollment on campus was fifteen times bigger than New Richmond! And, Columbus, was huge. I felt like a fish out of water. I had decided to join a co-op a few blocks off campus. It was co-ed, made up of both undergrads and grads and had students from across the globe. Harrison House had been an old fraternity house and accommodated about thirty-five residents on three floors. Each floor of Harrison House had a large bathroom with two private shower stalls, two enclosed toilet stalls and four sinks. The co-ed accommodations made walking to the showers nude impossible. So I purchased a bathrobe for that purpose. Actually, the privacy issue was not too bad, after you got used to it. It was sorta like living at home. For an extra $60 a week we could take or meals in Harrison House. But, there was a catch. Those who ate there had to "volunteer" to be either a cook or a server. Since I barely knew how to boil eggs, I always signed up on the server's list. That was a no brainer! That meant cleaning up after the meals. Living and eating in Harrison House wasn't too much of a drudge in the long run. The food was a little iffy, not the quality but the manner of preparation! The end of the first week I was eating my supper when this guy came up to the table where I was sitting. He was vaguely familiar as I had seen him in the house. "Can I join you?" he asked with an obvious accent. "Sure," I said. "I'm Khalid." "Hi, Khalid, I'm Jim." Khalid was a tall, fit looking guy--maybe six-foot tall, a hundred-seventy pounds. He had black hair, lush, arched eyebrows, dark brown eyes, a prominent nose and full lips which when he smiled revealed even, white teeth. "Where are you from Khalid?" "Pakistan," he answered. "So I assume that with your name and your native country, you must be Muslim," I surmised out loud. "Yes." "Do you have any problems with the food served here?" I enquired. "Not really," he admitted and added with a wry smile, "I'm on the kosher plan." "Ironic," I commented to myself. We chatted, the kind of exploratory conversation two engage in when just meeting. It turned out that Khalid was in the International Studies Program, and like me pursuing his Master's. Then he asked, "Did I see you at Club 20 this past weekend?" "Yes, as a matter of fact I went there Saturday to sample the local brew," then added, " Thought Muslims didn't drink?" With a chuckle, "Most don't. But, I do, from time to time." I nodded with a knowing smile. ____________ As it turned out Club 20 is a low profile local club which is known to be "gay friendly." I went there for a beer. It was small, peopled mostly by the university crowd. Most of the patrons were guys and there were a few mixed couples there as well. Club 20 didn't have the edginess many gay bars succumb to and there didn't seem to be any groping going on. But maybe that was because I had been there in the afternoon. Maybe the nights get more raucous. Khalid, I found out, had a small room on the third floor of Harrison House, the floor above mine. I had a small room too, in one of the corners of the floor. But it was comfortable and suited me just fine and besides, I had two windows and a twin bed rather than a single! I splurged and had a phone installed. Not many students did, but it made it easy for me to keep in contact with my folks and Bob who I called weekly. ____________ Khalid and I bussed our dishes, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat back down to continue our chat. We found that, other than our obvious differences, we liked much the same things. They were turning off the lights in the dining room, forcing us to evacuate. "Do you want to come up to my room? I have a bottle of Chivas." "Sure! Geese, Chivas is pretty pricey." Khalid just smiled as I followed him to his room. His room wasn't much bigger than mine--a single bed, a desk with a small TV, a chair and a small closet. He motioned me to sit on the bed, the most comfortable seat and reached to the top shelf in his closet for the bottle. "I can get ice, if you want?" "Naw. It's not necessary." He retrieved two glasses which he had purloined from the kitchen and poured each of us a finger of the amber liquid. "Cheers!" we said in unison and sipped our drinks. ____________ We continued our chat. After a few minutes I noticed he dropped his hand to his lap and "readjusted" his crotch. It was only then that I noticed Khalid had a quite a basket. I glanced up at him quickly, his eyes met mine and he smiled. It had been months since I had visited my favorite spot in the basement of Old Main at Weston. And I wondered if this was some kind of gesture, a come on? Again he "readjusted" himself. That sent my cock into swelling mode. I was a bit uncomfortable. The guy to guy contacts I had that last year at Weston had all be via the anonymity of the glory hole. I had never participated in face to face sex with another guy. Was this going to be a first? I wasn't sure how to act. What was the protocol? ____________ Then Khalid leaned over and placed his hand on my leg, my thigh just above my knee and looked into my eyes intently. I guess he was trying to read if his actions would be rejected by me. They weren't, but I was at a quandary as how to react, except by springing a full blown boner unintentionally and my breathing increased in its rapidity. His hand moved farther up. I then started to gasp. Then he covered my hard cock and balls with his hot hand. "Ahhhh!" I gasped. He moved from the desk chair and sat beside me, and continued to fondle my cock and balls. Leaning in towards me he kissed me on the lips and I felt his tongue trying to insinuate itself into my mouth. Involuntarily I pulled back. Studying my face, he asked, "You not into this?" "I don't know." "You ever had sex with a guy before?" "Been sucked off a couple of times." "You want me to stop?" I thought a brief second. "Not really," I admitted. Khalid smiled and leaned over again and started to kiss and lick and suck on my neck and ears. That was a sure way to get my attention. The times I had necked and petted with the Weston coeds, when they kissed and licked my neck, it sent me into orbit! "Ahhhh!" I had never had any guy do that to me before. It was electric, galvanic. Khalid then slowly moved towards my mouth and kissed me there again, gently. This time I did not react adversely. Then he kissed me again and I felt his tongue against my lips. I parted them and that wondrous, hot, probing muscle slipped into my mouth. "Mmmm!" The third time he kissed me, our tongues swirled around each other and dueled in his then my mouth. For the first time I ever kissed a guy, I must admit, it was pretty hot and revealing. All the time we were kissing his hand was working its magic on my cock. Khalid leaned back, smiled at me and slowly pulled off my polo shirt. Then he kissed me again on my lips as his hand roamed over my chest and belly. His lips and fingers sent supercharged sensations through my body and I groaned again. "Ahhhh!" "You like this?" He didn't have to ask! "Yes!" I replied. "Oh! Yes!" Bending down, he licked my nipple, then sucked it, then nibbled it, then licked it again. I could feel him unbutton my jeans and fumble with the zipper. Involuntarily, subconsciously, I reached down and helped him and the fly to my jeans parted miraculously, like Moses parting the Red Sea. He slipped his hand under the waistband of my briefs and grasped my cock. "Ahhhh!" ____________ His long, tapered fingers were magical as they played over the surface of my briefs imprisoned cock. He stood up, faced me, grasped my jeans and tried to pull them down. I raised my hips in aide. Surely, Khalid pulled them all the way off, taking my loafers with them. I lay there naked with my cock pointing up, quivering and throbbing and subconsciously wanting more. Then he stripped never taking his eyes from mine. I watched with no little anticipation and was amazed as his great cock appeared, rigid and upstanding. Khalid had a big, cut cock with a flaring knob and balls that hung down and swayed with each movement of his body. But the truly astonishing thing was that his cock hairs, his pubes were trimmed quite short, about an eighth of an inch long. His body, except his lower legs and forearms was smooth, devoid of hair. His trimmed pubes had the effect of making his cock look even larger. Not that it needed it. ____________ "Wow!" was all I could say when I took in his impressive body. Khalid, knelt down between my legs and started to lick my cock and balls. "Ssssssss," I hissed in delight. Then he opened his mouth wide and went down on the entire length of my adamantine rod, burying his nose in my curly bush. "Ahhhh!" I gasped as I watched my cock disappear into his mouth. ____________ The sensation was incredible, as good as any blow job I had received at Weston. But, it was magnified by the mere sight of his lips encasing my turgid shaft. Getting sucked off anonymously is one thing, but watching a guy as he sucks your cock is infinitely more erotic. The eyes are truly an erogenous zone and mine were in overload! ____________ Then Khalid pulled off and said, "Lay down on the bed." I turned and fell onto my back, my saliva wet cock lurching upwards. Khalid laid besides me his mouth seeking my cock and his quaking cock inches from my mouth. Rhythmically he began to suck my throbbing cock. It was wonderful. I looked over to his insistent rod and tentatively reached for it. It was warm and velvety and quaking and hard. I was amazed at how good it felt in my hand as my fingers encased his glorious cock and detected every nuance of its form. Slowly I began to move my hands up and down that steely hot muscle and over the flaring cock head. Drops of precum oozed out of the tiny slit and I ran my fingers over his drooling slit capturing the clear viscous fluid to lube that precious pole. ____________ Soon I reached that plateau where I was about to shoot my cosmic load. My whole body shivered and quaked "I'm gonna cum," I gasped and jacked that firm, unbending dick of Khalid's with equal fervor as his mouth was ministering to my cock. He sucked even harder. "ARGGHHH!" and I unloaded months of pent up jism deep into his throat. A low, guttural, "Mmmm," escaped from Khalid's cock stuffed throat as jets of pearly cum shot from his great headed cock. My neck and chest were being baptized by his hot lustral fluid. ____________ Laying there on a single bed of the third floor in Harrison House I got my first blow job in Columbus. Not only my first blow job, but the first blow job face to face, not at all anonymous, but the first guy's cock I had ever fondled as a grown-up. And to top it off, I was showered with his opalescent cum. ____________ He turned around so we were head to head, threw his arm around me and kissed me lightly. We rested there a while, catching our breath and descending to earth again. I have to admit that it was nice lying there with Khalid after experience great sex. Then he roused himself, got a hand towel and carefully wiped his cum from my body. "That was wonderful," he said. "Yeah, it was," I admitted. Then I further admitted, "Ya know, it's the first time I kissed a guy and the first time I had sex face to face with a guy." "But, you said that you've been sucked off before!" he said incredulously. Somewhat embarrassed, I admitted, "Yeah, but only through a glory hole!" "Only through a glory hole?" "Yep!" "Well, you're making progress," he said with a smile and kissed me gently again. "Guess so!" I said with a smile. "Can I say something?" he asked. "Sure," "Hope that this isn't a one night stand." "Me too," I quickly answered. I dressed and before we parted we shared one last deep, passionate kiss that night. As I went to my room, I couldn't help but wonder over that brief connection and what it might presage. I was amazed at how sensuous his cock felt in my hand as I fondled that passion hardened muscle with its great, flared helmet. I was amazed at my passionate response to his kisses. I was astonished, dumbfounded! Khalid was a server at breakfast the next day. As I got my breakfast which included a rasher of bacon he smiled. "See you're not on the kosher plan!" "Not today," I answered with a grin, then winked and added, "But was last night." He flashed his amazing smile. ____________ If I thought I was busy with studies at Weston, I was nearly overwhelmed at OSU. I was taking but four courses which demanded a pile of books Three of them applied to my major and the fourth was suggested by my advisor--Renaissance History--taught by one of the preeminent men in the field. During his lectures he would make a reference: "As `so-and-so' said in `such-and-such'" as though it was a book or article that we should be utterly familiar with. So I busily scribbled down the bibliographic information and after the class ran to the nearby book store and purchased it. Soon my library in Renaissance History was almost as vast as my major's! I spent a majority of my waking hours reading and making notes. ____________ A week after my initial contact with Khalid, he came up to me after supper. "Have you been avoiding me?" he said with a good natured grin. "No, I haven't! Just been hitting the books this week. Atterson's Renaissance class is driving me crazy!" "Do you need to take a break!" he winked. With a grin, I said, "A Chivas break?" "Yeah. That's just what I was thinkin." We went up to Khalid's room and as we were approaching his door, he reached back and groped my crotch. "Mmmm. think I want that!" "Well, it's yours," I answered. Quickly we entered his room and fell into a deep passionate, probing kiss while we hurriedly stripped ourselves. Still mouth-locked our two naked bodies came together, our two hard cocks rubbed side by side. My hands roamed over Khalid's back and sides and over his firm, muscular ass. I was like a kid with a new toy. I couldn't get enough of him. His hands searched my body too sending increasingly greater and greater sensual shocks through me. I looked down between our bodies and saw our cocks imprisoned by our bellies. I reached down and grasped Khalid's solid, rigid cock and fondled his great flaring, glans-helmet. "Oh, yes," he gasped, "I love it when you feel my cock." Smiling, "To tell the truth, I love feeling this hard throbbing thing myself." And, amazingly, I really did! It was nothing like those three or four I fondled as they were shoved through the glory-hole at Weston. Khalid's hard, satiny, throbbing muscle in my hand telegraphed an erotic message to my whole body and my own cock surged to its elemental hardness. I ran my finger tips over that silken, veined shaft, up, over and around that flared knob, then down and I hefted his pendulous balls. I Brailled every square centimeter of that wondrous cock of Khalid's as we stood there. "Oh, Jim, I love it when you play with my cock that way!" Most of the time our lips were locked together in erotic, licentious searchings. Our tongues took on a life of their own and they explored. I pulled away, breathless and once I caught my breath I opened my mouth and again sought Khalid's hot, moist mouth. Khalid's long , tapered fingers played over the surface of my pulsing prick, ball sac and once or twice grazed that ultra-sensitive spot just behind my balls. Within five minutes we were two quivering, eroticized guys yearning for more. Suddenly, Khalid dropped to his knees and aimed my grasped cock to his hot, wet lips. "I want this beautiful thing in my mouth!" I held my breath as I watched his tongue snake out and lick the tip of my helmet before sliding my cock-knob into his mouth. "Ahhhh!" Khalid had the amazing ability to take the whole length of my rampant cock into his mouth in one go! "Ahhhh!" I gasped again. He looked up, pulled off my cock and said, "I love the feel of your cock in my mouth!" "Oh! I love the feel of my cock in your mouth too!" He stood up, latched on to my right nipple and sucked it into his mouth, tonguing it in the process. "Geese, that feels so good." He pulled off and smiled at me, as if inviting me to perform the same sensual magic. I bent my head and licked Khalid's nipple. He had a broad chest and his areolas were bigger than mine, maybe silver dollar-size and reddish brown. His nipples were prominent and so erect by now. I sucked the nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over that hard nubbin. "Mmmm," he moaned, "That's nice. Your mouth is so sexy!" Then Khalid manoeuvered me to the bed and I settled on my back. He covered me with his hot body and kissed me. Moving down, his tongued traced its way to one nipple, then the other. Lifting my arms over my head he dove into one pit where he licked and sucked that hairy hollow. "Oh! My Gawd!" I gasped. My body torqued and my head whipped from side to side. Never had I felt such a voluptuous, electric sensation. His broad, hot tongued laved my hairy pit, sending spasms through my body. He moved downward over my belly. By then I was trembling with wanton desire. I felt his arrival at my curly bush and then my cock again was engulfed in his hot, wet mouth. "Ahhhh! Gawd!" Rapidly his head bobbed up and down on my pulsing, palpitating prick. I rushed towards that moment of release, panting and gasping. Then he pulled off and looked up at me. "You like it when I suck your hard cock" "Oh! Yes!" "You like the feel of your big cock in my mouth?" "Oh! Yes! It feels so fuckin good!" Then he started again and again my body was sent into squirming spasms. Those magical fingers fondled my balls, one at a time, then slipped to that incredibly sensitive spot just behind them. He didn't stop there, but lightly raked his finger over my tightly puckered bud. "Ahhhh! Damn!" I groaned. Then he centered one finger on my bud and applied a small amount of pressure as if wanting to gain entrance. I winced, and seeing this he moved his finger away. Knowing that my experience was limited, he deferred to my inexperience and returned to fondling my balls. I rushed towards that moment of primordial release where I would join with the cosmos. And again he pulled off. But this time he reached over to his desk drawer where he extracted a tube, a tube of K-Y. Squeezing a dollop into his palm he slathered it over my trembling, yearning cock. That was wondrous! Then another amount was squeezed out onto his fingers and he reached behind himself and deposited it on his waiting sphincter. I watched and understood what he was doing and what the next step would be . . . at least I thought I did. "What are you doing?" "I'm going to sit on the magnificent cock of yours! I wanna feel your big dick in my ass!" "Geese!" ____________ I had seen a limited number of porn videos at Weston. Most were of the male-female variety. One or two happened to be male-female-male combinations. Of course there was a lot of sucking, licking, vaginal fucking and ass fucking. That always made me squirm. I couldn't imagine how a guy could get satisfaction by having his ass penetrated by another guy's big, hard cock. But the videos seemed to indicate that they rather liked it. ____________ Khalid ran his lubed hand up and down my waiting cock as he prepared himself. Then he bracketed my legs with his, forced them together and scooted up towards my towering, lubed cock. He straddled my hips, reached behind him, grasped my cock and aimed it towards the goal he so desired. I felt the pressure of his body as my quaking cock head pushed against his tight hole, his love tunnel. He bore down some more and suddenly my flared cock-head POPPED into his muscled gate. "Ahhhh!" we both gasped. Holding his position, Khalid took deep breaths as he adjusted his quaking sphincter to the invasion of my cock. Then he bore down again and a couple of inches of my straining cock slipped in. Again he rested and so did I. The feeling of my cock slipping past that tight, ringed muscle was luxurious beyond belief. Our eyes were locked on each other as this luscious dance continued. Again he bore down, this time all the way! He was pinioned on my prick. "Oh! Geese! I thought your mouth felt great! But . . . your ass . . . is beyond compare," I murmured as I was engulfed by his dark, hot, velvety channel. Then slowly he moved up and down, further and further `til my cock popped out only to be submerged into that astonishing cavity. "Oh! Gawd! Oh, gawd," I gasped. Subconsciously, I began to thrust my cock into him on his downward motion. "Yeah! Fuck my ass!" he gasped And I did! He rose up and held his position and I began to bounce my ass off the bed, fucking him, shoving my cock again and again deep into him. "Geese. This is fantastic!" I gasped. "YOU are fantastic," he whispered. In this position we performed that primordial, millennium old dance for long minutes. We panted with desire. Beads of sweat decorated our face. Then Khalid pulled off, stood beside the bed. "Let me lay there," he said. I got up, my hard cock waving in the air while he took my place and spread his legs. "Get between my legs and fuck me," he demanded. Quickly I positioned myself between his legs and he lifted them to my shoulders exposing his quivering hole. By then, I knew exactly what to do, I moved up, aimed my cock for his relaxed sphinctered and thrust it in! "Ahhhh! Yes!" came his response. My hips took over as I began to plunge in and out of that fantastic orifice. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I lunged into him. I had unwittingly become and automatic fucking machine. "I'm fucking you! I'm fucking your beautiful ass!" "Yes! Do it!" Grasping his own cock in his lube covered hand, Khalid kept rhythm with my plunging prick. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" He gasped as i watched him jacking his beautiful cock. I reached down and replaced his hand with mine. His cock was hard and velvety and slippery and hot and exceedingly wonderful to my touch. As I jacked his cock and fucked his ass, Khalid lowered his legs from my shoulder and locked them about my waist, urging me inward with every embedding movement of my cock in him. "Gawd! I love this!" Then the inevitable made itself known. I was racing for the abyss of release. Then every motion, every conscious effort went on autopilot! I fucked, I rammed my cock into him, wanting the ultimate goal, demanding it. No longer was my mind in control. My cock became the ultimate dictator. "I'm goin to cum!" I gasped. Then I slammed deep into him and I exploded! "ARGGHHH!" I cried. I slammed into his ass again, and again and a fourth time as I shot load after load of my lustral fluid time after lessening time deep in his gut. Then I felt his sphincter spasm, convulse as jets of cum rocketed over his body. "ARGGHHH!" I was amazed at the amount of cum he ejected. Pools of opalescent fluid shimmered on his chest and belly. "That was magnificent." "Yeah. It was." I fell on his chest and kissed him. His legs unlocked from about my waist and his arms enfolded my torso and we slipped into a shallow sleep. Some time later, he whispered in my ear, "Jim, can you move a little. You're getting heavy." I shifted my weight to the side and my now limp cock slipped out of that luscious hole. "Mmmm!" we both moaned at the loss. Turning onto our sides and facing each other we smiled and lightly kissed. "You are marvelous," he whispered. "So are you!" "Was that your first fuck?" "No." "No?" "I've fucked a couple of girls before. But I don't remember it ever feeling this good." He smiled, triumphantly. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Obviously you've been fucked before." "Yes." "When was the first time?" "When I was thirteen. " "Thirteen? Damn!" Khalid smiled, and explained, "In my country, the only woman a man fucks is his wife. To fuck a woman that you're not married to is forbidden. It can mean death if you're caught. So many guys and men release their needs with a younger guy. It's not unusual and most guys don't think anything about it" "Who was the guy?" "A friend of my father." "Did he rape you?" "Not really." "Is it considered to be a gay contact?" "Not necessarily. Although there are men who allow themselves to be fucked by other men on a regular basis. They would be considered gay. But the guy who is doing the fucking never considers his actions as being gay. And the guy, or kid who is being fucked merely accepts it as part of life. Even though he may enjoy it, he doesn't consider himself gay and may a happy family life with a woman." "Geese. Does it happen a lot?" "I don't know what `a lot' is, but it is estimated that over ninety percent of Pakistani men have fucked a boy or other guy at least once in their life." "Mmmmm. So was that the first time you sucked a guy?" Smiling, "No. The first time was three years ago . . . here . . . when I was an undergrad. If you suck a guy in Pakistan, it's considered a great sin and you will be labeled gay." "Damn!" then I asked, hesitantly, "So . . . Khalid . . . do you . . . consider . . . ." "Consider myself gay?" "Yes." "Yes. But in Pakistan I can never come out. Being gay is also forbidden. I will probably marry some day. My family would expect it." "Damn!" He merely smiled. "Can I ask you another question?" "Sure." "Do all the men in Pakistan shave their crotches?" I asked rubbing my hand over his short cock hairs. "Yes, it's a cultural thing. Think it has something to do with hygiene." "Mmmmm." "Any thing else?" Khalid asked with a smirk. "Yeah! Are all Pakistanis as hung as you?" I asked with a grin. Khalid laughed. "I don't know . . . haven't seen them all!" We snuggled together some more before I cleaned up and went to my own room. ____________ If I was a little bit concerned or doubtful about my reaction the first time I was with Khalid, I sure as hell wasn't this time. I had enjoyed having sex with him. He was gentle and understanding, not at all pushy. And, he opened doors, or maybe gave me the keys so that I could open the doors to explore my sexuality. It was amazing watching his warm, moist lips slide up and down my cock. Even more amazing was watching my cock slide in and out of his puckered ass, stretching it. And, kissing him was a delight I had never considered experiencing with another guy. As one day melted into the next, my mind returned again and again to those two hot sessions we had together. Many times I yearned for him, his touch, his feel, but was too timid, I guess to ask him to hold me, to kiss me, to suck me. ____________ A week or so later, one Thursday night I was getting ready for bed when there was a knock on the door. I opened it was Khalid. He looked drawn and his eyes were red. "Khalid, come in. What's the matter?" "I just got a call informing me that my grandmother died." "Khalid, I'm so sorry. Were you close to your grandmother?" "Yes. She raised me," and tears flowed down his cheeks. I wrapped my arms around Khalid to comfort him. "Can . . . I stay . . . with you . . . tonight?" "Of course you can." Khalid stripped down to his briefs and climbed into the bed. I followed him and snuggled up to his back my arm around his chest. We slept that way the whole night. There was no thought of sex, I was only comforting my new friend. I woke first, put on my robe and quickly padded to the bathroom for my morning piss and to brush my teeth. When I got back to my room, Khalid had not moved a bit and was gently snoring. I decided to forego breakfast and instead read one of the new books I had just received through inter-library-loan. An hour later, Khalid moaned softly, stretched and rolled over facing me. "What time is it?" "9:30." "Damn! Did you take breakfast?" "No. I didn't want any this morning." He swung out of my bed, saying, "Geese, did I come down here like this?" looking down at his briefs. "No. I hung your clothes in my closet." Khalid stood up and his briefs were obscenely tented with a piss hard-on. "Damn!" I said. "Sorry about that!" he said, grinning, and added, "Happens every morning!" "Does to me too!" Just seeing him standing there with his briefs stretched over his big helmeted cock sent chills through me. It had only been a little while ago that I first touched his magnificent cock and already I wanted to do it again. But, I held back. It wouldn't be fair at this time. "How you feeling this morning?" "OK, I guess. The sleep did me good, and by the way thanks for taking me in like that. I really do appreciate it. I just couldn't be alone." "Nothing to thank me for." He reached for his clothes, dressed, came over to where I was sitting and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. "Gotta go. Have a class this afternoon." As he was leaving, I asked, "Wanna have supper with me tonight?" "Sure," and he was gone. ____________ That evening we quietly ate our supper. Khalid seemed a bit down, but that was to be expected. Softly he asked, "You wanna come to my room?" "Sure, if you want." "I want." "OK, but why don't we go to my room instead." Upon entering my room, Khalid took me into his arms and whispered, "I need you, Jim." "I need you too," I gasped, "But, are you sure?" He answered my question by immediately and quickly stripping. I followed his example and we stretched out on my bed, facing each other. He moved close to me and we fell into a deep, probing kiss, our bodies touching along their whole length. Both of our cocks without hesitation attained full, yearning erection. Breaking our kiss, Khalid slipped down and attacked my rigid cock with his wet, hot mouth. "Ahhhh!" I gasped and said, "Turn around so I can play with your cock." He did without relinquishing his oral grip on my throbbing cock. That great dick of his waved in front of me and I quickly grasped it and started to fondle its length and those low hanging balls. "Mmmm!" he moaned as he started to bob up and down on my throat imprisoned cock. Without any conscious thought, without consideration, without any preordained plan I snaked my tongue out and licked that flaring knob. It wasn't `til I had that helmet in my mouth that I became consciously aware of what I was doing. The door had been unlocked, the dam had been opened and here I was sucking Khalid's magnificent cock. I took half of its length in my mouth as my tongue explored its surface. Khalid pulled off my cock, looked at me with surprise and said, "You are sucking my cock!" "Uh huh," I said, glancing down at him. I tried to take his whole cock into my mouth, but gagged. I pulled part way off but didn't give up my oral hold on that hard, satiny pole. Then I began to bob up and down that magnificent dick's half length. The feel of that great, flared head plowing back and forth in my mouth was a new sensation, but one that sent delightful sensations through my body. It felt good, not at all "strange." There was something incredibly wonderful about having his cock in my mouth. The feeling of his flared cock head rubbing over my tongue felt, not just right, but eminently desirable. I pulled off and looked down into Khalid's passion worked face. "Am I doing it right?" I asked. "OH! Allahmah. Yes!" "Stand beside the bed, please," I asked him. With a look of surprise he complied. I swung around `til I was sitting on the edge of the bed and he standing in front of me, between my spread legs. I held that adamantine cock in the palm of my hand and visually scanned its whole surface. I lifted it and examined his low hangers, hefting them, rolling them in my fingers. I traced up the underside ridge to the flared corona and around its ridge first with my finger, then my tongue. I rubbed my palm across those short cropped cock hairs. Then with my index finger and thumb I encircled the base of that rigid shaft and sucked half of it into my mouth and began to bob on and off that fantastic thing. "Ahhhh!" Khalid groaned. The feelings that his hot, hard cock in my mouth engendered, plus his gasps and trembling body was wonderful. "Allahmah! I'm going to cum!" I contemplated pulling off that swelling cock, but was quickly flooded with his warm lustral fluid. I swallowed it. Khalid pulled out of my mouth with a wet popping sound, bent down, grasped my face and kissed me with a passion I had rarely encountered. "That was wonderful," I said. "YOU are wonderful," came his reply, and he dropped to his knees and buried his face in my crotch, licking and sucking me into his mouth. His movement was so quick, it took my breath away. "Geese!" I gasped as his wet mouth slid up and down on my cock. I saw him spit a glob of saliva onto his fingers and he reached behind to anoint his tight hole. Then he stood up, turned around reached between his legs for my cock and without warning sat all the way down on my cock. "Ahhhh!" he gasped out loud! He held his position for a while and then began to slowly move on and off my cock. I grasped his waist and held on for that great ride. "Damn, Khalid, you are one hot fuckin guy." He looked over his shoulder and said, "Seems your the one who's doin the fuckin!" "Look who's talking," I said and began to thrust up into his hot, tight ass. "Mmmmm!" and he pulled off, crawled up onto the bed on his hands and knees and commanded, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I crawled on the bed behind him, aimed my throbbing cock to his upturned, pliant hole and shoved it in! As I looked down, I saw my cock head disappear into the silken sleeve. His giving ass accommodated the whole length of my cock in one fell swoop! "Oh! Yeah! Shove your great cock way into me!" Grabbing his hips for stability, I started to piston fuck his ass, slamming my hard cock way into him `til my balls slapped against his. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" "Khalid, I love watching my cock slide in and out of your tight ass!" "Does it feel as good to you as it does to me?" "Oh! Yeah! Your ass feels great!" Soon I was attacking his hole like a jack hammer, slamming in and out of him. "Oh! yes, oh, yes . . . fuck me hard Jim." "Yeah! Yeah! Fuckin you hard!" Then that tell tale tingle erupted at the base of my cock, shot up my spine and back town to my balls. I was quivering all over. Then I flew over the edge and fell into that molten pool of release. "ARGGHHH!" My last thrust was so strong that Khalid collapsed on the mattress as I plunged in as far as I could. "OH! Man!" Khalid gasped, "That was one hell of a fuck!" I started to pull out. "Don't pull out! Stay in me!" I shifted my torso to the left, but my cock remained embedded in his still quivering, grasping ass. That wondrous orgasmic after glow lulled us into a refreshing slumber. When we awoke, my detumescent cock had slipped out of that muscled bud and nestled in his warm crack. "That was amazing!" "Fantastic!" Khalid nestled his arm on my chest, looked up at me and asked, "What made you decide to suck me?" "I don't know. It just felt right. I'm glad I did." "I'm glad you did too. It was unbelievable!" "Couldn't have been that good," I snorted. "It was good! Plus the fact that I was the first guy you ever sucked! That made it extra special to me." I smiled at him and murmured, "Khalid, you're extra special!" We kissed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The academic year flew by. The end of May arrived and Harrison House was nearly deserted as the undergrads went home for the summer. A few still remained. That allowed us to find more suitable rooms in Harrison House. Khalid and I moved into one of the few doubles. At first our couplings were every day, but then they leveled of to four or five times a week. Our association bordered on a relationship. We were talking one afternoon and Khalid said, "I need you!" "Do you `NEED' me or `want' me?" I asked. "Both," then he added, "Is there a difference?" "Mmmm. I don't really know. But `need' seems to imply that you must have in order to exist. Like you need water to live . . . you need air to breath." Then I continued, "'Want' seems to imply that you desire something." "Jim, I need you and I want you." "I'm not sure I like being needed. I like being wanted though." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I realize I was treading a thin line. The truth was Khalid did fulfil a real need in me. Since my last days at Weston I wondered about my need to get sucked off! At that time I was concerned that my supposed "need" might have been a real sexual addiction. But Khalid more than amply satisfied my raging libido. And after a month or so, I began to realize that our relationship, such as it was, had taken on a completely different complexion. Don't get me wrong, I loved having sex with Khalid. But there were times when we merely crawled into bed and snuggled, caressed each other without thought of erotic, sexual release. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The rest of the summer flew by. Both Khalid and I had finished our course work. He was on the non-thesis program, but I had opted for the thesis and had that to look forward to. The end of August approached like the Sword of Damocles. It was a time that we both knew was coming, but one we dreaded and one we never talked about. Khalid would be going home to Pakistan. Then on the last Monday in August, Khalid announced quietly, "I have my plane reservations for Saturday." Tears flowed down his cheeks. I couldn't respond and my cheeks were similarly anointed. The ten months we had been connected had created not only a familiarity between us, but an emotion that bordered on love. Although we never admitted to each other our true feelings, it was present, nonetheless. That Friday, our last night together, our love making attained new heights of passion. I was laying on our bed, my legs were spread and Khalid knelt between them. He grasped my cock and started to suck me slow and easy. A trail of his drool flowed over my balls and down. He encountered his saliva as he fondled my balls while sucking me, running his finger through the drool and down, around and back and forth over my puckered bud. "Ahhhh!" I groaned at the touch. Gently he massaged my pucker and applied a bit of pressure. He had done that before, but at that time, I gently pushed his hand away. I thought he was going to fuck me, and I wasn't ready for that. Now, I just revelled in the luxurious feeling. He pushed a little more and I pushed out to meet his insistent finger. His finger slipped in a short distance. "Ahhhh!" Khalid went all the way down on my cock and pushed his saliva soaked finger all the way in. "Oh! Geese!" I gasped. Strangely, it felt good, especially when coupled with his hot, wet, sucking mouth! His bobbing up and down increased in speed and so did his fucking finger. I squirmed with delight. His finger penetrated way into my hot tunnel and came in contact with some magical switch! "Ahhhh! Gawd!" I groaned. Again and again his finger hit that magic internal button. Then, without warning, I crashed through the barrier of cosmic release . . . flying at supersonic speed into the realms of physical/emotional/sensual liberation. "AARRGGHH!" I yelled and shot numerous volleys of cum into his throat! Khalid sat up and gazed down at me, panting. Slowly he withdrew his finger. "Mmmm!" I moaned as his finger left me empty. He leaned over and kissed me deeply. I could taste the residue of my opalescent cum still in his mouth. I hooked my hands in his pits and pulled him up my torso `til his hard cock waved in front of my face, his thighs bracketing me and took that great thing into my mouth and sucked. Khalid started, gently to fuck my mouth as I felt that flared helmet enter my throat. My bobbing and his fucking soon attained the desired end. "AARRGGHH!" he yelled and I felt jet after jet of his hot cum flood my throat. Khalid, dislodged his cock from my mouth, slid down and we kissed long and sweetly. Our breathing returned to normal. Khalid slipped off the bed, got the tube of K-Y from the desk drawer, squeezed a dollop on his fingers and prepared his ass. All the time his eyes were locked on mine. Then he slathered a generous amount on my cock, stepped to the middle of the room, bent over and spread his firm, muscular ass cheeks. It was an invitation I could not refuse. I stepped up to his proffered love tunnel, brought my hard cock into proper alignment and slowly entered. "Ahhhh!" we both groaned in unison. I fucked Khalid in all the ways I knew he liked. And, we both came in unison then crawled into bed and fell asleep for the last time together. All this happened without either of us uttering a single word. It was out last communion together. ____________ A few days later I telephoned Bob. "Hi Bob." "Hi. How are you doing?" "OK!" "Don't sound OK to me. You sound kinda down." "Guess I am!" "What's the matter?" "Aw! A good friend of mine left. He went back home." "Where's home?" "Pakistan." "How good of a friend was he?" "Real good." "Mmmm." ____________ A week after Khalid left, I got a call from him. "Hi, It's me!" "Hi!" I said as cheery as I could, "How are you?" "OK," came his quiet reply, then he added, "I miss you!" "I . . . miss you . . . too . . ." I answered choking up. There was silence on the line. "Are you still there?" I asked. "Yeah," Came the answer, and then, "I . . . have something . . . to tell you . . . ." "What?" "I'm to be . . . married . . . next week!" "Oh," I answered as noncommittal as possible, and added, "Congratulations." "Yeah . . . . " And the connection was severed, permanently as it turned out ____________ It was then that I realized that Khalid meant more to me than just vehicle for physical release. I wept.