Date: Mon, 6 Nov 2023 12:44:25 -0500
From: Tom x <niftywriter65@gmail.com>
Subject: Bareback Barback - 9

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March Madness

March has to be the absolute worst month of the year. It promises to be a
time of hope and renewal, and it disappoints regularly. Plus, if you've
ever spent a week or so in a sunny climate and then returned north in
March, you want to immediately return to the sun and warmth. Add to that
your boyfriend leaves for a month, and you've got a recipe for anxiety. And
so it was for me. Pete and I bonded and made some exciting memories
together during our week in Mexico, and now he's gone again. I'm anxious to
finish the school year and start working and living full-time with Pete.

Our school was in the NCAA for basketball and it was a busy few weeks.  I
picked up more shifts at work to pass the time, and with practice, weight
training, and classes, I had little time to think about my woes. It didn't,
however, stop me from thinking about sex. I had a regular guy who would
show up about ten minutes after my roommate left, nail me pretty good, and
leave. That should have been enough.

I ran into a guy on my way to class one morning. I wasn't thinking and
dropped the stuff I was carrying. He bent down and helped me pick it up,
apologizing profusely for being so careless.

"No, don't worry about it. I was in another world," I said.

"Let me buy you a drink or something. I feel pretty bad about this," he
insisted.

"I'm not old enough to drink, but really, thanks for the offer," I replied.

"I know a place that doesn't card, really. I think it's the least I can
do," he smiled.

I laughed and gave him points for his persistence, and we agreed to meet
him one night later that week.

I had work tonight, and being late for this class because of my lack of
awareness pissed me off. I wished I hadn't picked up the shift after all,
but now I was committed, so after class, I left for work. It was a nice
busy shift, and the bartenders threw plenty of single tables at me. If I
messed up just one thing, my rotations on tables would be screwed, and so
would my tips. Luckily, I didn't mess up, and near the end of my shift, a
guy younger than 30 looking handsome walked in. He was wearing a NASCAR
team jacket. He had a nice pair of slacks on, and under it, he was sporting
a dark purple/black satin shirt. He was a sight for sore eyes after dealing
with teammates and horny college guys.

He had a great haircut, a devilish beard, and a mustache. His facial
features were nice and symmetrical, with the most pretty blue eyes I had
ever seen. He took off his jacket, and it showed that he cared for his
body. Pecs pushing the limits of the buttons of his shirt and arms that
were so large, I had to believe the shirt was custom-tailored just for
him. No off-the-rack shirt would have kept those biceps contained. He
smiled at me and sat down at a table. The bartenders, like they usually
did, pointed him out and sent me to fetch his order.

I kept it professional, but his disarming good looks and massive upper body
made it hard.

"Hey there, anything I can bring you?"

"Hi, sure, I'll have a Miller Lite," he replied with a sincere smile. Good
man, since Miller was one of the biggest sponsors on his jacket.

"Anyone joining you tonight?" I asked off-handedly.

He looked at his watch and then to the door and shook his head, "No, I
think I missed that," he replied, somewhat dejected or annoyed.

I walked off to get his beer, and upon returning, he was on his cell
phone. "What do you mean you can't make it? I planned tonight for months,
and I have a wife just like you." He saw me approach and said, "Hey, I have
to go." He hung up. He was not a happy camper, and I decided not to poke a
stick at a snake and leave him alone.

I was cleaning up around the bar and noticed that he was watching me. I
figured he had finished his beer and wanted another. "Can I bring you
another?" I was cheery, trying to save any tip if one was coming.

"Yeah, I think one more," he smiled, and the rawness of his earlier
irritation seemed to have worn off.

When I returned, he wanted to strike up a conversation, "So what is there
here to do for fun? I have a race in Danville the day after tomorrow, and I
think I will be winging this trip alone."

I told him about the museums, the public parts of the university, and some
historical landmarks he might want to visit.

"I don't know how much fun all that is, but it is interesting and easy
enough to do alone."

"Why don't you go with me?" he asked.

"I'd love to, really, but I have classes, and I don't even know your name,"
I laughed.

"Sorry, Jimmy," he extended his hand.

"I'm Thom. Nice to meet you," I returned his handshake.

"So, what time is your first class tomorrow?" he asked in a manner that I
had become very familiar with.

"Nine thirty, is that too early?" I responded.

He started laughing, "Look dude, I can sleep in. You're the one on a
schedule."

"I'm about to get off.  Can we go to your hotel?"

"I was going to suggest that unless your roommate is cool with me in bed
with you."

"No, I don't think he needs to know anything."

I clocked out about fifteen minutes later, and we were off to the Marriott
- another proud sponsor of Jimmy's race team. He grabbed my thigh and gave
it a good squeeze. "You're pretty cute. I'll tell you what happened and why
I'm here, but be cool. Don't repeat it, please."

"I'm not completely out here, so I don't have much of a circle to tell
anyone anything."

"My buddy, Jeff, was supposed to meet me here, and we would hook up for the
next two days before the race. We've been seeing each other for six months,
both married but horny as hell, and found a way to work in hookups and
racing. I called to find out he wasn't coming because his wife was "acting
weird about this." So here I am, balls four days full, and no way to get
off without beating off. I didn't come here for that. I came here to get
laid."

"Well, that's fair enough. You're pretty hot, you seem like a decent guy,
and I don't think you're talking about our one-night stand. That's all it
can be, you know. I have a . . . well, I don't know what I call him, not a
boyfriend, not a buddy, but a guy I've been seeing for a few months who
treats me well and takes me on trips. . . I have him, and he's married,
too. He doesn't want to know what I do as long as I don't when he's around
or due in town."

"That's cool. I'm fine with one night. I don't want to mess up anything you
have going on."

We no sooner got the door closed to the room, and he was all over me. Four
days without a proper way to release does that. Jimmy had me pushed up
against the door and was kissing me in a very horny insistent way. I didn't
struggle to get naked, and neither did he. Our clothes were in a heap on
the floor, and we were kissing all the way to the bed. He pushed me down
onto the bed, and reflexively, my legs went up. He wasted no time in lubing
himself up with a bottle on the nightstand that was most likely meant for
Jeff. I moved my head to the pillows, and he got between my legs and put
his hard eight next to my hole. He was as good-looking naked as he was
dressed, and while he wasn't the biggest guy ever, I knew that if he got
crazy -- that cock of his could do some damage.

I slowly pushed against his cock, and it slipped in with some resistance
from me and some insistence from him. I didn't necessarily resist him, but
I didn't make it easy to get in, not because I didn't want his cock, but
because I didn't want him to think I was some type of slut. He pushed in a
more demanding way when he was about halfway. His mouth opened, and he was
breathing heavily. I made myself tight for him, and he enjoyed that.

"Damn, you feel good," he said.

"It feels good to have a real man in there again," I said, stroking his
ego.

He started laying in some heavy-duty strokes, and soon, we were both
panting. He reached up with both hands in the air and started
sigh/moaning. He looked like a male porn star who knew he had enough cock
to stay in his bottom while showing off his pretty body. I reached up and
began pinching his nipples which made him get slutty and start running his
hands through his hair with a sexually pained look on his face. He was
getting close, and I was happy to be the recipient of his four-day
abstinence.

He brought his hands down to right at my pits and moaned, "I'm going to
come, baby!" I grabbed his upper arms and widened my legs, and let him fuck
me till his balls were fully drained. He was good enough to make me come on
myself without touching my cock. I think he was proud that he accomplished
that, and I bet Jeff didn't give him that kind of satisfaction.

The buddy I ran into dropping my books called, and we found a time to get
together after work one night. His name was Chad, and he was a second-year
student. He was on the gymnastics team working for his scholarship, too. We
had an excellent talk about school, the difference between first and
second-year academics, our scholarships, and what it was like performing
for tuition. He seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, was relaxed, and didn't
make any moves or invite me back to his room for anything. He said he had
enjoyed our talk and wouldn't mind going out again if I had the time. You
can never have too many friends, he said as we left.

It was only Thursday of the first week of March, and I was irritated that I
had four more weeks until April.  I pressed on through the weekend and
finally got to sleep in on Sunday morning. It had warmed up a good bit
overnight, and the sun was shining. I had neglected my other cardio
training and decided it would be a good day to go for a run. It hadn't
rained in days, so I knew the trails were dry and wanted some fresh air. It
was cool by 11 a.m. but not cold, so I put on my skimpy swimsuit Pete gave
me, a pair of too-small gifted school track shorts, and a plain white
T-shirt. I looked athletic, not slutty, I convinced myself when I looked in
the mirror. I had planned to do a seven-mile run in an hour.

I decided to run to the trails that would be four miles combined and take
the three-mile track while I was there. I got a few catcalls because of my
shorts but ignored them and stayed determined to make my seven miles in an
hour. I guessed I'd be back a little after noon if I stayed on track. I
made good time at the park and started off on the three-mile trail. I kept
my pace up and started passing a really lean guy in a pair of too-short
shorts and a tight tank top. I waved as I passed him. He had a trendy
haircut and an untrimmed beard and mustache. He smiled as I went past
him. I was still on track, about halfway through, when the skinny guy
caught up to me.

"You're not a runner," he said as he stayed beside me.

"No, you're right, but I'm trying a seven-mile hour today. I'm on the swim
team and decided to get outside to get some of my other cardio done for the
week."

"I need a running partner," he said, "you seem determined to stay on
pace. I lack that willpower."

"It's not hard, but hey, sure, we can try to meet up a few times a week. If
we can't go outside, I have a membership to Bally's."

"Oh, cool, me too!" he was smiling. I looked at his left hand. He had a
wedding band. But what the hell did that mean anymore in this town?

"Hey bud, not trying to be rude, but uh, I'm on track to get my seven miles
on time. Can I call you later and set something up?"

"No worries, dude, yeah, my number is 804-757-7035. I'm looking forward to
it, maybe you can help me put on some weight. I did long-distance running,
and I feel like I'm skin and bones."

"You're light, but you have muscle. I guess you need to decide what you
want more. You can't do distance and not be thin. I try to balance weights
and cardio. It works, but then again, I'm 19 next month, so it's easier for
me."

"Damn, dude, I'm only 30 -- not that old."

"Fuck, you're in your prime. We can work this together and be the
best-looking guys in town!"

He laughed at me. "That's over for me; it's all downhill right now. I don't
think I'll ever be good-looking."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and all that, you know!"

Sean stayed with me, and we talked the rest of the time as I finished the
trail. We parted as I headed back to campus. "I'll call you buddy. We'll
get us both in shape," I said as I ran off.

I was just making it to the farthest part of campus when I ran into Chad,
apparently finishing some outdoor run, too. He had his singlet on and a
pair of gymnastics shorts. This guy was one tight dude! Classic gymnasts'
bodies are rippling and defined but do not have huge muscles.

"Hey, what's happening, buddy?" He asked as I slowed down.

I looked down at my watch. If I finished the last quarter mile, I would
have made my goal. I stopped and started talking with him. "Ah, just
finishing a seven-mile hour. I've been lazy since spring break and thought
today would have been a good day to be outside."

"Damn, you should have called. I run once a week when the weather's
nice. Do you have any plans this afternoon? Want a drink or go get
something to eat?"

"Yeah, I'm caught up on assignments, and with this behind me, I'm free
until 8 -- work."

"Oh, I didn't know you had a job, too. Where?"

"The Paradise Bistro. Cocktail bitch for bartenders." I said sarcastically.

He started laughing. "I've heard that's a nice place to . . . get a drink
or dinner."

"It's alright. I can keep my bills paid and have some spending cash."

"Man, I'm hungry now. Grab some lunch?"

I met up with Chad a half hour later, and we had a couple of burgers. He
talked about regional championships for gymnastics and how excited he was
about getting to participate. He did well for himself, and he had a likable
enough personality. He wondered if I could go to trials with him closer to
the end of the month. I knew swimming was over in a few weeks, and I was
confident I could make it to Raleigh with him. I was stressing about some
project due in about a week for a history class that I was doing well
enough in, but I was worried about this project since it carried the lion's
share of my grade for the semester. He remembered the professor and said he
had done well enough and offered to give me a hand this week if I wanted. I
took him up on the offer, and we planned to get together on Wednesday
afternoon until I had to go to work.

I started heading to the library around 3 p.m. to do some reading. Dan
called while I was walking.

"Dan, what's up?"

"Hey, little buddy, what's happening?"

"I'm heading to the library to do some reading."

"Hey, my girl dumped me this week, and I need a favor."

It had been a while since I had seen Dan. I had a good run, I hadn't seen
my regular fuckbuddy in a couple days, and I was horny.

"I have to work tonight at eight."

"I can get you back there by then. Take your scooter to work, and I'll pick
you up there in fifteen minutes."

My reading wasn't essential, and I turned around, grabbed my scooter, and
sped off to work.

Dan had a newer truck when he picked me up. I hadn't seen him since before
going to Mexico. He was looking better, shaved, had clean clothes, and had
a smile.

He grabbed my thigh when I got in. "Good to see you bud!"

"You, too, what's happening these days?"

"Nothin' much, been dating a girl who checked out Wednesday. I'm so fucking
horny, and I can't beat off anymore."

I reached over and grabbed his thigh. Yeah, we had a different sort of
relationship now after doing a few training sessions and hookups. He wasn't
someone I'd cuddle with afterward, but he was okay with manly touching. He
was also the only person I smoked a little weed with. I didn't see him
enough for it to become a habit. We pulled into his driveway after 10
minutes, and he jumped out and unlocked his front door. It was cleaner than
the last time I was here, but there was no time to sit down. He shut the
door, pushed me up against it roughly, and started kissing me. Dan was
horny, he rarely kissed me for the hell of it. It seemed like when he did,
it was because he felt he had to. He started taking off his clothes and
then mine.

"Let's smoke a little before we get down." He had a pipe filled already and
lit up. I knew smoking a little would help with dealing with his size.

He led me back to his bedroom and pushed me down, not too hard, onto a
semi-made bed. He had a newer bottle of lube on the nightstand and, lifted
my legs up and started eating me out. He had to be one of the best rim guys
I had ever met. He was grunting and doing a good number on me. It had been
a while since I got such a thorough rim job, and he was enjoying the fuck
out of it. For a half hour, he was there eating, licking, sticking his
tongue in me, and getting me ready for his huge uncut cock.

He lifted me up again like we always did when I was at his place, by my
armpits, and brought me up to the pillows. He poured some lube on his cock
worked it in, and fingered a good bit in me. Usually, he'd slide into me
and keep his face buried in the sheets while he nailed me. Today, he was
kneeling, and I lifted my legs against his muscular torso. He always got me
hornier by looking at his body. He was big all over, and it made my loins
stir when I saw his brute body in all its glory holding my legs against
him. He was straightforward and forceful enough to make me take all his
length in one shove. He smiled as he knew I had accommodated him. This guy
was smiling a lot more than I remembered. He pulled back and then sunk in
again. That was his prep for me before he began fucking me pretty rough. I
liked his hardness and his roughness.  Sometimes, tenderness doesn't get
you off.  Sometimes, raw, sweaty fornication is just the ticket for a good
nut.

"Baby, you're so tight. I missed your hot snatch." He said as he continued
to throw me a good rough fuck.

I lay there and reached up and pinched his nipples. He seemed to enjoy
that. He tilted his head and moaned when I did that. I grabbed onto his
muscular forearms, and he started banging me in slow, methodical
strokes. He started panting and moaning and getting extremely thick.

"Dude, I'm about to nut," he said before I felt him unloading his balls
into me. He was uncomfortably thick, but it pushed me to the edge, and I
started spilling my load onto my belly and screeching as I pumped it out. I
grabbed his wrists as I caught my breath.

"Fuck, I needed that," I whispered. He came down and grabbed both sides of
my head with his big hands and started kissing me. He wasn't passionate
about it, but he was gentle.

"Damn, that was good," he said as he exhaled. "I needed that, too."

I worked that night and had a slight limp. Dan fucked me pretty thoroughly,
and I knew I wasn't bottoming for the next few days. Then, near the time I
was getting off, a pretty hot guy had walked into the bar alone. There was
hot, and then there was 'I'm hard already' hot. He fell into the latter
category. I guessed he was in his mid-20s. He was alone, and so I was sent
to wait on him. He wasn't only hot, he was downright cute. Big, brawny
chest, shoulders, and arms were puffing out his black satin shirt, which he
had carefully buttoned down to show his pec cleavage. He had the sleeves
rolled up to his elbows and was sporting a pair of thick, hairless
forearms. He had a light goatee and a nice haircut. He smiled, and it
melted me. He was past handsome. He wasn't fat, but he had a bodybuilder
waist. I'm sure his six-pack was very visible; it was just a bit less tight
than I was used to in men I typically hooked up with. I could definitely
overlook that if I had to.

"Hi, can I bring you something to drink?" I was pleasant and tried and
hoped I wasn't being gay around him.

"Hey there, sure, could I get a rocks margarita, please?" He was equally
pleasant and had a nice smile.

When I returned, he made some small talk about school and said that he was
in town for a military/university conference. I hadn't heard anything about
that, but I told him I was a swimmer on the school team and hoped he had a
good time while he was in town. I had to run because the bartenders called
me to clear another few tables and bring out a keg.

I returned to the bar with the keg, which I brought out carrying by the
handles. I could have used a dolly, but that was too much racket to make,
and while it wasn't light, I handled it quickly enough. Apparently, the
hottie customer watched me bring it out and place it in the cooler on my
own. When I looked in his direction, he tipped his glass and smiled. I went
back to his table and asked if he wanted another.

"Sure, I guess this place gives you all the workout you need?" he asked.

"Yeah, the prissies at the bar can't seem to load their own coolers with
enough stock before their shift begins. They keep me busy. I still go to
the gym and do laps every other day,"

"Yeah, I can tell," he smiled at me, "My name is Rodney -- Rod," He
extended his hand.

"Thom," I returned his handshake, "I'm getting off work soon. Did you want
to chill for a while?"

"Sure, we could go to my hotel room if you want."

"My roommate might appreciate that," I smiled at him.

We left together shortly after 10, and he was staying close to the campus
and dorms, so getting back wouldn't be much of a problem.

"Nice," I said as we walked into his room. It wasn't a suite, but it was
updated and not just a bed and a TV. There was a couch, chair, and a
bigger-than-dorm-sized fridge.

"So, are you busy in the morning?" Rod asked me

"Class at 9:30, but we're close to campus. I'll be OK if I head out at
9:15. Did you have any plans?"

"Maybe we could get undressed and see what happens?" Rod said, sounding a
bit nervous.

We undressed and lay down on the bed. He was a big guy. He had a massive
upper body, nice legs, and a cute ass.

"When you turned around tonight, I really hoped I might get some of this,"
I said, patting his beefy ass.

"Good because I need a good fuck," he said.

I got up on my knees and spread his big legs apart a little, got between
them, and asked if he had some lube. Nice enough guy, but short on
conversation, and I knew why I was there. No need to give the complete
treatment. He wanted fucked, and I thought he was cute enough to put a load
or two into.

He handed me the new bottle of lube, and I fingered in a nice amount in an
amazingly tight hole. He flinched a little when I put my whole finger
inside him. "Are you OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, the lube is cold, that's all," he replied.

I started massaging his hole with my finger, and soon, I had another in
him. He had a nice hairy hole and was moaning gently while I fingered
him. He was pinching his nipples and seemed to be enjoying the
fingering. He was cute enough and horny enough, but something was
missing. I had to actually work on my own dick with my hand. Usually, a hot
guy had me raging hard, but something wasn't working here. I managed to get
hard enough to penetrate him. He stopped pinching himself and quit moaning
and looked very frightened about my entry into him.

"You can touch me if you want," I said, somewhat annoyed that I even had to
mention it.

"Go easy, please. I haven't done much of this," he asked me timidly.

"Wife or girlfriend?" I asked, exasperated.

"What?" he looked startled.

"Since I've started seeing guys outside of college, they've all been
married or had a girlfriend. Which do you have?"

"Wife," he turned his head away ashamed.

"I'm not judging, but actually, how much experience do you have bottoming?"

"This is my second time," he replied quietly.

I pulled out, "Does she know about you?" I was really getting tired of
breaking in new husbands, Pete being the exception, of course.

"No . . . no. . . NO! Why did you stop?" He whined.

"Look, I'm not interested in outing you. That's a conversation you need to
have with her when you feel like it if you want to. You're cute, you're
hot, but this isn't working for me. I'm going to go."

"You don't have to. . .Damn, what a dick!"

"I might be, no, I probably am, but dude, what are you bringing? I need
more than a pretty ass on a pretty body put in front of me to get horny." I
said while I started putting on my clothes. I opened the door and left. I
was glad I was close to campus.

On Tuesday afternoon, with nothing on my schedule, I met up with Sean at
Bally's.

"Hey buddy, we're lifting today?" I asked him.

Sean hesitated but finally conceded, "Yeah, it's time for me to put on some
weight."

"Yeah," I looked at him up and down in his tight gym gear, "It is!"

He laughed at me, "It's not all that bad, is it?"

"Nah, you're so cut up and lean. Adding some size won't hurt you in the
least. I was scrawny a couple years ago, but two days a week at the gym and
eating right, well, these are the results." I had my shirt off and turned
around.

He nodded his head, "I could do that."

"Get ready. I'm going to have you limping by the time we're done," I
started laughing and grabbed his shoulder.

Sean actually had some prior weight training, so it was more like working
out together with a guaranteed spotter than teaching someone something
new. We had a decent workout and made plans for Thursday morning for
another. By the time I got back to the dorm, Chad had called.

"Hey, I know it's only Tuesday, but I was calling to see if you wanted to
get together and work on that project you have," he asked.

"Sure, do you want to just come over to the dorm?"

He was at my door fifteen minutes later. He had his team tracksuit on and a
pair of nice new sneakers. I sat at my desk while he stood behind me,
looking over my shoulder. He put his hand on my shoulder, leaned down, and
pointed out something on the paper.

"He won't like that," he said, "He's a stickler for details. You need to
rewrite that whole section. Tell him why the Romans left England, which
caused chaos for a couple hundred years. You're telling him in a lot of
words that they did." He walked over to my bed, sat down, and removed his
jacket.

"So, you're saying the consequences of their departure are more important?"
I asked.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it," he smiled at me, "and make sure you have at least
three good solid references, or he'll automatically deduct 15 points."

I made some notes on my draft; when I looked up, Chad was flexing and
looking at his biceps, twisting his wrist back and forth to get different
views of his arm. It was impressive to look at tight, stiff, compact
muscle. He looked over at me and started laughing.

"Sorry, starting to make gains. I was just checking," he said.

"Nothing to be sorry about."

We spent the next half hour dissecting my work, and I had a good bit of
work I needed to fix. He'd get up every now and then, look over my
shoulder, sometimes leaning on it, and get really close to my face to see
what I had written down. I got a few pats when it looked good, and
sometimes, he'd just grab my stuff from the desk to look at it more
closely.

We went to the dining hall afterward. We talked about everything and
nothing. He was a charming chatterbox, but I left mentally worn out
later. We made plans to get together again on Saturday morning.

Thursday, Sean and I met up at Bally's. Doing some laps might be a good
bonding experience. Weightlifting went well enough the other day, but Sean
seemed to like something that we could do together that wasn't unequal. We
had plenty of time to lift another time.

"I didn't bring a suit," Sean said when I told him about swimming.

I reached into my gym bag and pulled out a pair. I always had extra in case
mine tore or something. Just a plain pair of trainers. He grabbed them from
me and put them on. He looked amazing in them, actually, except he let them
sag on his ass. I turned him around and, tugged at his waist, and pulled
them up. I ran my finger around the waistband to make it sit right on his
waist. I could feel him looking at me while I was doing that, but he said
nothing.

"Not too tight on the boys, is it? I said we're going to be the
best-looking guys in town. Now we're getting there!"

He just laughed at me and grabbed a towel. "You need goggles, too?" I
asked, hanging an extra pair I had on the tip of my finger. He smiled
sheepishly and took them from me.

We had a good time doing laps together, and while he wasn't a swim team
guy, he managed well. I suspect his distance training gave him some
endurance most newbies don't have when they go to the pool. We did 100
laps, and then he invited me to some coffee shop across town.

"Hey, I didn't get a chance to thank you for Tuesday and today," Sean said
when we finally sat down. "It feels good having someone to workout
with. I've been a loner most of my life, and I thought when I saw you
Sunday. . ." his voice trailed off.

"But you're married, so you can't be too much of a loner," I quipped back.

"Yeah, I am, but, well, that's not everything it's cracked up to be. . ."
he trailed off again.

I looked at him carefully. He had a downcast look, a certain sadness in
some very pretty, green expressive eyes. He had not too deep lines running
across his high forehead, although he styled his hair high and off his face
purposely. His beard and mustache were full, and he might have trimmed it
since Sunday, but it wasn't refined like I'm used to. He wasn't by any
stretch unattractive, but he was not someone who stood out in the crowd
either.

"You have kids?" I tried to steer the conversation in a different direction
than where I suspected he was trying to go.

"No," he said, almost sounding relieved. "Look, I think I need to tell you
before we go training much more that I'm bi. My wife knows I'm attracted to
guys, probably more than women. I saw you, and I'm sorry if this offends
you, but I find you hot. I didn't think that talking with you the other day
while running would lead to this conversation, but, well, here we are."

I cocked up my right eyebrow. "I'm not offended, but why are you telling me
so much? I thought we could be good training partners, and I still do."

"I've made a few mistakes while living here with some guys, and well, I'm
not well known, but I see a few of my past hookups here and there around
town, and it is uncomfortable at times, and I don't think I have a
reputation, but I think there's some talk in town about what I like. I
don't want you to be mixed up in something you don't want to be."

"Well, thanks for the heads up, but I can make my own decisions about who I
associate with. Since you're being so honest, I think it's only fair that I
tell you I'm gay -- not bi. I've been discreet since I started fooling
around with guys, but I might have a reputation myself. I've only hooked up
with a handful of guys from here, and well, since we're telling everything
else, I have a "boyfriend," sort of. A married guy from New York who's a
lot older than you. He doesn't ask me about my exploits when he's at home,
but he's pretty adamant about being solely his when he's in town."

"How old is he?" Sean now had his eyebrow raised.

"42," I replied.

"Hmmmm, 42? Boyfriend? Ever met the wife?"

"Yes, 42, no, never met her, and boyfriend -- that's not even right, but
since we met in early January, we've gone to DC for new clothes for me, a
haircut, dinner in Georgetown, we went on Spring Break together to Mexico,
spa, more new clothes, a haircut. We're going to be living together this
summer here. We are great in bed together." I replied and was sort of
annoyed with the questions.

He sensed that and said, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get
personal. Why are all the ones who seem normal and decent always taken?" He
looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head.

That sort of took me aback, "I know, I think I could actually fall in love
with him."

He paused momentarily and looked me in the eye, "I meant you."

I stammered, "Oh!"

There was a long, uncomfortable pause, and then he sighed, "Look, I'd be
happy to hang out with you, and if we can only be training partners, I'd be
satisfied with that. I'm tired of being lonely, and a friend, even without
benefits, is better than being alone."

I blushed and smiled at him, "I'd be cool with that, too. And we'll be the
best-looking guys in town come summer!"

He laughed, "You keep saying that, and you're already there."

Something angelic came over his face. It wasn't lust on my part. It wasn't
that he was complimenting me. It wasn't that I wanted to make something
happen that didn't seem like it was possible. He was actually handsome in
his own right, "You've got potential to be the second best; I can see it,"
I laughed, not in a mean way but in a way that I hoped would lighten the
discussion.

"Damn, it really is the hottest ones who are already taken," he said.

Saturday night rolled around, and for once in a long time, I had the night
off. I couldn't shake Sean and my conversation from the coffee bar. I
started pacing in my dorm room. Most of my teammates were off doing other
things. My regular hadn't been around, and my roommate was away.

"Fuck it, I'm going for a run," I said to myself.

I started getting ready, and I thought about Sean again. I sat on my bed,
getting ready to tie my shoe, and started looking off into space at
something on the floor. I shook my head after a minute and continued to get
dressed. I was just about to shut the door when I heard my cell ringing. It
was Sean.

"Hey buddy," he started, "hey uhm, I can't, I can't uhm stop thinking about
the other day. Uh, what are you doing right now?

"I was just heading out the door for a run," I said. "I've had a weird
day. I need to clear my head."

"Look, I think I've talked to my wife non-stop about you since Thursday. I
don't know if she wants me to shut up or if I got her to cave, but uhm, she
agreed to let you come over and let me do whatever I want with you, but
there's a catch."

"Do I want to know?" I asked, cringing.

"How open-minded are you?" He replied.

"Whoa! That sounds intense. I think I'm fairly open-minded though."

"All right, the way I understand her, she wants you to eat her out and make
her come hard, and she'll leave us alone all night." He said it so quickly
because I think he wanted it out there. All I could do was say 'no.'

"Sean, Sean, SEAN, hold on a minute. You know I'm all gay, never been with
a woman. I don't want to either.  I wouldn't even know where to start to
make her come hard."

"Thom, Come over, meet her, and hear me out. I can come pick you up. I can
explain it when I see you."

"Uh, I don't know Sean."

"I'll be there in 15 minutes. Trust me, we can do this!"

"Come get me, but I haven't said 'yes,' OK?"

I was waiting outside my dorm hall when Sean drove up. He had a nice,
expensive SUV. It was immaculate inside. He reached over and kissed me when
I got in."

"I know this sounds crazy," he said, "but I honestly have lost sleep over
this. When you were tucking me in the other day, I wanted to kiss you
then. I smelled you and saw you in a pair of Speedos, and I couldn't get
you out of my mind. I know I talked a lot when we were having coffee, and I
know this sounds weird, but that's how she lets me see men. If they can get
her off where her legs wobble, she goes off to another room and hangs out
alone."

"But I don't even know what to do," I groaned.

"I'm going to fuck her and shoot my load all over the opening of her pussy,
and you go down and eat out every bit of my come. She'll probably rock
herself on your mouth; if that happens, we're golden."

I paused and thought about what he just said to me. I almost asked him to
stop the car.

"Let me ask a few questions first. How often do you two have sex just on
your own? Have you had other guys do this to her, as you described? Would
you be against her seeing another guy while you were with another guy?"

"Wow! That's pretty personal, but that's fair. We have sex alone, maybe
once a month. No, no one else has eaten my come from her, although I've
double penetrated her with a couple guys. I never thought about the last
question, but my first thought is yes, I'd agree to let her see another guy
while I was busy with one."

"You know," I said, "I've done some crazy stuff before for sex, but you've
been on my mind the past few days, too." I grabbed his hand. "This is a
stretch for me, but I want to have sex with you. I left a hookup with a hot
guy the other night before it ever really started. She better bring
something to the arrangement, or I'm out despite really wanting to nail
you."

He blushed, "Meet her, see what you think, and we can go from there." He
squeezed my hand. I liked that even though he was the tiniest bit nerdy and
really lean, he had a great hand that was masculine.

"So Sean hasn't shut up about you since Thursday. You look pretty hot. I
think I see why."

I nodded. She was a pretty hot woman, which women never really did a thing
for me so that admission in itself means that so far, we're off to a decent
start. She was wearing a see-through negligee with a black bra and black
thong. There was not a thing about her ass that was masculine, but I think
if I ever did fuck a woman, she'd look like Sean's wife. Her tits were
definitely plastic surgery, and she shaved some down there. She brought me
a glass of wine and rubbed my shoulder as she walked over to the couch and
sat down, pushing her snatch up for maximum viewing. She crossed her feet
but had her legs wide open.

"So what's the plan tonight, Sean?" she sounded exasperated.

Sean did a reasonably good job of repeating the plan to her. She cocked her
head when he explained that I would eat his come off her pussy till she was
shaking.

"I better be," she said, then looked at me, "Don't steal my husband from
me."

I followed them to the bedroom. I was told to sit in the chair across from
their bed. I could get naked if I wanted to, but she made it clear that
there wasn't any double penetration tonight.

I said, "That's fair. Only Sean gets my cock." She sniveled a little at
that.

They awkwardly began preparing for missionary sex, with Sean lubing himself
up and inserting himself into her. There was absolutely no passion between
them, and the act looked almost painful, devoid of any real feelings. Sean
was pretty hung, and I hadn't yet taken off anything. Occasionally, he'd
pull out and show me his length. I began salivating and gulping a little
here and there. I removed my jacket and gently laid it on the arm of the
chair. He pounded her a little more, then he rolled over onto the bed and
pulled her with him behind her onto his cock. She threw her free leg up,
and I could see a hard cock glistening as he pulled it from her and then
shoved it back in. She was playing with her nipples and moaning. With her
other hand, she began tugging at her clit. Sean reached around and pulled
her hand off it. "That's for him to do," he growled at her.  At this point,
I had taken off everything except my trusty Speedos. I was raging, but it
was more because of Sean's luscious cock. He got her on her knees and
nodded at me. I guess that was a sign that I should be ready. I let my
Speedos slip off and stood up. I grabbed at my cock and watched his
masculine sinewy body give the last of his energy to her.

"I'm going to come," he moaned, watching me work on my meat. He groaned and
pulled out, and began spurting on her pussy. He looked me straight in the
eyes while he did it. She moaned again after not having cock in her. Sean
moved, and I got under her and began lapping at her husband's load, which
he had heavily decorated all over her snatch. She weakly got off all fours
and held the headboard while sitting on my face. I ate and licked and
flicked her clit with my tongue. Sean grabbed the lube bottle and slicked
up my cock. She turned around, looked at him, and said, "No, he's not
fucking me." He said he agreed and promptly sat down on my raging cock. I
wish I could have seen his face as he took my hardness. I heard him gasp,
and he sat there for a minute squatted on me. I could hear him panting. I
formed my tongue into a cone, and she cried out when I smacked her clit as
it unrolled.

I figured I was this far in. Why not really take it up a level so I got my
index finger wet and not so gently shoved it in her ass. She wailed. I
decided to get really nasty and licked my thumb and stuck it into her
cunt. I gently pinched my thumb against my index finger through her flesh,
and she began bucking on my face. Sean was steadily riding me, getting
accommodated to a cock in him again. He was really tight, and it felt good
having him help me through this. He sighed as he went up and groaned when
he went down. He was holding my rib cage in a masculine way to support
himself.

I hit a trifecta moment when I simultaneously fingered her bum perfectly,
rubbed the inside of her pussy walls with my thumb, and set her clit on
fire with my tongue. She screamed bloody murder and rocked so hard that I
thought the headboard was going to come off the frame. She was trembling
violently, and I swear I felt a spurt of juice come from her pussy that
didn't belong to her husband. She held onto the headboard for dear life,
breathing hard. Her legs were quivering. She got down on her knees and
caught her breath. After a few minutes of composing herself, she got up off
my face, looked at Sean impaled on my cock, gathered her things, and said,
"I hope he can fuck as good as he went down on me. You can have him for 24
hours. Fuck, you can have him anytime." And with that, she opened the door
and walked out, almost limping and tripping like she was drunk.

Sean got off me, moved up, and hugged me. "We did it! YOU did it! She just
told us you can have me anytime!" I smiled contently.

"Can I ask one more question about her, and then I promise no more? The
next 24 hours are just you and me," I said.

"Sure -- anything," he replied.

"How often do you eat her out?" I asked.

He looked down at the bed for a minute and then confessed, "I never have."
He was ashamed of the admission.

"How did you know it would work then?" I asked incredulously.

"She's an incredibly selfish bitch," he said, with no emotion. "She'll
masturbate right here next to me, and she knows I would like having sex."

I took his gentle face in my hand and said, "I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't
open a wound. You don't deserve that." I leaned over and kissed the bridge
of his nose and his eyelids." He opened them and looked intensely into mine
like Prince Charming had woken him from a long nightmare. He melted next to
me and put his face on my chest. I felt terrible for him, and I rubbed his
face with my hand. I decided that tonight was his night to spend with me
how he wanted to.

"Sean, I'm here tonight. Do what you want."

He came off my chest and kissed me deeply. "I seriously lost sleep thinking
about this moment."

"How about FWBs unless I'm with Pete." His eyes lit up, and he smiled
broadly at me. "And workout buddies. I started getting into being around
you at the gym."

"What is it about this Pete guy?" He asked.

"He's not here, and we don't have to discuss him. Maybe one day you'll meet
him. How's that?"

"I'm sorry. Maybe I opened a wound," he said to me.

"Nothing hurts with Pete. No wounds opened," I kissed him on the
chin. "Buddy, you are pretty tight, that fucking felt great!" I tried to
move the conversation in a different direction.

He blushed and blinked a few times, "You felt great in me."

"I can again," I said, rolling him on his back. I put a little lube on
myself and got on my knees between Sean's legs. I brought his feet up to my
shoulders and then let them slip down to my lower shoulders as I pressed
into him. He gasped and opened his mouth like he was about to say
something. His beautiful green eyes looked at me in adoration. He grabbed
onto my wrists gently and finally sighed as I bottomed out into him. His
muscles were tense and tight. His leanness was really a sight to behold. He
wasn't a bodybuilder, but he had such definition what he had on a smaller
scale looked very appealing. He was cut enough that you could see an
eight-pack with the position he was in. His legs were long, lean, and very
muscular. I pulled his legs back up straight with my torso and kissed his
ankles.

I let his legs fall again to my elbows, and I began earnestly plowing his
hole sensually yet rough enough to have him crying out every time I hit the
hilt. It wasn't a cry of pain but one of anguished ecstasy. He moved his
hands up to my forearms, and by that time, we were in the throes of some
blissful sex. He was a great partner. He would sometimes chant the word
"fuck" like he was in a monastery, harmoniously bringing me into a trance
fixated only on us.

I've had phenomenal orgasms in the past, but the longest they would usually
last would be 20 seconds. I began to swell, and Sean and I had a rhythm I
couldn't deny. I rarely felt it often with other men. I swear I was about
to blow, but I kept getting firmer, harder, and thicker, and still no load
felt like it was coming. He moaned in a profound, sexy voice and slightly
tossed his head back and forth on the pillow. He grabbed me a little more
firmly at my forearms. He began repeatedly sighing, "Ah." Sometimes, that
can sound oddly pornographic, but tonight, it was melodious. I flared out
my hips and somehow grew even bigger inside him. I felt I was going to bust
out of the skin of my cock. Then it came from deep in my balls, the
motherload. Time felt like it stood still for a moment, and the only thing
I could feel was the slow but undeniable rise of my semen. I screamed
myself hoarse into the pillow next to his ear as I shot load after load of
me into him. It felt like it wasn't going to stop coming, though. I
continued getting even more rock hard, and my ejaculate kept pumping into
him. Sean lay still, allowing me to fill him with my seed and convulse as
the last drops left me. We lay together, unmoving in that position for
nearly five minutes. My pulse had come down, and I was breathing normally
again.

I withdrew and laid next to him, this time him cradling me in his arm.

I think he was afraid, but he finally managed to ask, "Are all your orgasms
like that?"

I started laughing, howling, actually. He knew I was OK and started
laughing too.

"No," I said through the fits of laughter, "that was one serious nut. I've
never come so long and hard as I did with you just now."

"Really?" he asked, "That was by far the hottest, most intense load I've
witnessed." He began very softly humming and planting kisses all over my
face, neck, and shoulders. I actually fell lightly asleep, reliving what
just happened while he did that. I was contented. I woke up with a start
and likely scared Sean in the process.

"Damn, talk about selfish people," I said. "Baby, you didn't come."

"Oh, yes, I did. You just couldn't hear it because of your stupor." He took
my hand and rubbed his belly, which was sticky with his own load. I kissed
him and took him in my arms. We lay there breathing gently and falling
lazily into sleep together. We had two more sessions that night, not nearly
as intense but equally enjoyable. We slept lightly, cradled in each other's
arms.

The sun shined into the windows as I slowly woke up Sunday morning. Sean
was sleeping, spooned against my naked body. I looked down at his thinner
body and was particularly appreciative of his beautiful ass - the ass I had
made mine three times last night. For as light as the rest of his body was,
he had a wonderfully meaty ass. He stirred in my arms, grabbed my wrists,
and pulled me tighter to him. We washed up but not a full shower, and he
took me by the hand down to the kitchen naked.

He kissed me, "Coffee or tea?"

I kissed him back, "Dark coffee is my favorite." Then I whispered, "Where
is she? Won't she come down?"

"She's in her room, where she goes when she wants to escape. Usually, it's
about a day, but you probably sent her there for a month." He started
giggling.

He popped some bread in the toaster and grabbed a jar of peanut butter from
the cabinet. "How's this for breakfast? Usually, we go to brunch." I nodded
and leaned against the counter while he finished making the toast and
pouring the coffee.

"Here, sit down. We can run around the house all day naked if you
want. She's not going to bother us."

We left the table dirty, and he took me to the back of his house. The house
was impressive but lacked any actual décor. It was very modern
inside and almost felt cold. We walked through the piano room to the
sunroom with a hot tub. "C'mon, get in." The air was cold and humid, but
you could see steam rising from the bubbling water, and I followed him into
the tub, holding his hand. He began kissing me once we sat down. His hands
were all over my upper body. "Look at you, you're magnificent!" he said,
pulling away. The sunlight tracing through the window did show off my body
in a magical way, and it did to him as well.

I reached up and touched his shoulder, "You're just as magnificent!  Your
definition makes me jealous. You might be light, but it looks great on
you!"

We both leaned back and placed our necks on the edge of the tub, closed our
eyes, and held hands. The hot water melted any residual stress we had and
loosened our muscles. "C'mon, let's go back upstairs," he said, handing me
a towel.

We went back to his bedroom. I laid down on the bed. "Sean, I had you three
times last night, and I'll gladly do it again. But I hoped you'd fuck me
this time, please?"

He hung his head, ashamed, "I have another confession. I've never topped a
guy before. That's embarrassing to say out loud, you know."

"Don't, don't," I grabbed his chin and made him look at me. "Don't ever be
embarrassed around me. All of us on this journey are at different
places. Today is your day to take the plunge."

He looked like he was on the brink of tears, "Oh, Thom..." he broke down.

I got up and put my arm around him, "What's wrong, buddy?"

He took a moment to pull himself together, "No guy I've been with has
treated me as well as you have, not even close. I've always been their
bottom, and then they get what they want, and I don't hear from them again,
or worse, they spread rumors about me."

"Listen, that's something else you don't deserve. You deserve to be the man
you think you should be. Did you think I would abandon you, too, after last
night? I'm not. I like you. And I think you shouldn't ever tell me who
spreads rumors about you. I might beat their ass!"

"You'd do that?" he asked, eyes wide as saucers.

"Yeah, I think I would. Look, you're not just a fuck buddy. You're a good
guy."

"But you don't know me."

"I know enough of what's important. And it isn't just this," as I slapped
his ass. He smiled at me.

"C'mon, today is your day, I want some of that gorgeous cock."

Between having infrequent sex with his wife and not having reciprocal sex
with his past hookups, it was somewhat of a challenge to get Sean situated
physically to top me. Emotionally he was a wreck; mentally, he doubted
himself, and while those two things were out of my reach, I could get him
physically in shape to fuck me. I was as patient as Job, and while it took
some time, he was finally giving me some great strokes. I held on to him on
his triceps and made the sounds you make when you're getting fucked by
someone you like. He responded well to my vocalizations, kissing, and eye
contact. He deepened his pace and started long dicking me. I knew he would
probably be ready to blow in a few minutes.

"Give me your load, Sean. I want to feel it hitting my insides," I
moaned. "Your cock feels good there, c'mon buddy, I want it." He did feel
good, actually.

He started breathing in sharply, and I knew it was showtime. I opened my
legs even further and begged for his come. He delivered a stunning load. I
moaned in euphoria as I came all over myself. He was trembling when he
collapsed on me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let him stay in
me as long as he wanted to. I kissed him on the back of his neck. He was
panting, and you could sense a change in how he felt about himself. He
withdrew slowly and pushed up from me.

"Thank you. That was hot!" he gushed.

"It was hot. I was envious of your wife last night. I wanted that cock in
me. Fuck, I wanted it in me when I got a peek of it fixing up your Speedo
the other day."

He blushed and laughed.

"I'm serious. That was a great first topping!"

We spent the rest of the afternoon watching a little TV, napping, and
holding each other. I was glad I spent the night with him, even if
performing cunnilingus was the price I had to pay.

I knew by the end of the week, Pete would be here. I decided to lay low
sexually on Thursday and Friday, and I was sure that I had coverage for my
shifts at work. I met him at the airport on Friday afternoon. "Dad!" I
yelled when I saw him in his T-shirt. He had a broad smile for me and took
off his sunglasses. He bent down and kissed my head as I wrapped my arms
around his waist.

"I've missed you," he said, still holding me close to his chest.

"Me, too," I took a few more deep breaths of him.

"Something's different with you," he said, standing back and looking at me,
"how you can look even better is beyond me."

"The gym is paying off. You look gorgeous as ever," I said.

I had spent a great deal of time the past few days getting ready for this
weekend. I meticulously shaved and trimmed my goatee. I went to a salon and
had my eyebrows waxed and a very light trim on my haircut. I felt beefier
in my upper body and found a way to pull my shirt even tighter, hiding the
excess in my belt and having it covered by my jacket.

Pete put his arm around me as we walked to the car rentals. "How's classes
been the past few weeks?"

"Eh, I definitely missed you, and I've missed Mexico, but I've been doing
all right, getting some of my biggest projects of the year finished. I
can't believe that you'll be here in just a couple weeks. I want all my big
stuff done for when you get here!"

"I'll be here for two weeks, and you take the time you need to get the best
grade possible. I'll be here setting up our place, but you're still in
school; I'll be at home when you're done for the day. Spend as much time as
you need to do well. By the time we have somewhere together, you'll almost
be done with your first year! See it through to the end
successfully. There'll be plenty of time for this." He reached down and
grabbed my ass. I giggled.

When we walked into Pete's room, my abstinence got the better of me, and I
started taking off all my clothes while kissing Pete passionately in
between pieces. I helped him out of his jacket and undid his belt. He was
as horny as I was and was tearing off his own clothes as fast as I was. I
was panting and really hot for him.

He stood back and looked at me again, "Champ, you look fantastic!"

"So do you," I looked at him up and down. He was absolutely perfect. I went
to him and gave him the biggest, tightest hug ever. I might have taken the
breath from him momentarily. He cupped my head in his big hand and brought
it to his chest. I breathed more of him in. He smelled absolutely
incredible. He had a nice cologne on, but it was him that I could smell,
and it got me even harder. My cock grazed against his furry thigh. He
started laughing and kissing my head between rolls of chuckles.

"That is something I can always count on from you," he said, still laughing
and holding my head to his chest and gently rubbing my hair.

"I've really missed you, and I was grateful I had so much school work to
take my mind off it," I rubbed his back and shoulders still in his
embrace. "I want you so badly, Pete."

I disengaged, took his hand gently, and went to the bed. I laid him down on
his back at the edge of the bed. He had a smirk, and his eyes were
twinkling. My stud top daddy had become a certified bottom. I knelt down
and pulled his ass to just off the bed. He lay on the bed on his elbows,
looking down at me. Rather than diving straight in, I started gingerly
licking his hairless balls and under them at his taint. He 'oooohed'
gently. I moved my face to his left thigh and began planting the slightest,
softest kisses along his inner thigh, up and down to his knees. He gasped,
and I looked up at him to see his expression. He looked like he was in
pain, lust, and bewilderment, all wrapped up together. I moved to his right
thigh, and he let out a sigh of contentment. I continued to softly plant my
tender kisses on his thigh and then worked my way back to his groin.

I gently placed my tongue on his bud, and he began to whimper. I kissed it,
I licked it, I puffed on it. He was gasping and had let himself lie down on
his back. He was quivering, and he had goosebumps on his legs. I ever so
slightly pushed his legs back towards his torso and began working his hole
with methodical swipes of my tongue and a brushing of my goatee on his
thighs. Visibly shaking and breathing hard, he took both of his hands, put
them on my head, and groaned. I don't think he was trying to stop me. It
seemed more that he wanted a connection to me that he didn't have unless he
could touch me somehow. He gasped, panted, and growled simultaneously.

I gave him the best rim job I've ever delivered. He was wailing and begging
me to fuck him. I stayed the course and had him sloppy, wet, and convulsing
by the time I was done. I stood up between his splayed legs and, without
lube, sunk into him. He arched his back and opened his mouth. His eyes were
wild, and he pulled my face down to his. "I. . . I. . .I need you," he
shuddered, "I. . . I want you."

I delivered his wants and needs for the next half hour. His magnificent
body was tight and tense as I gave this beautiful man what he desired. I
slowed down when I thought he was getting too close to the edge, and when
he needed a little more coaxing, I slowly dicked him. He never took his
eyes off mine. He grabbed at my elbows and whimpered as I performed one of
the more satisfying acts of intercourse so far in my life. I'd surprise him
every now and then with a hearty pounding, then slow up a bit and throw him
a sensual long dicking.

This man under me made me feel everything about me was wholly masculine. I
loved his beautiful proportionate body, I loved the way he made me think
about myself, I loved that he was utterly enraptured with me, I loved that
he cared about my welfare and education, and I loved that he spoiled me
regularly. I felt a slow but inevitable swelling and filling of my balls. I
knew I wouldn't be much longer.

"Pete, I'm going to come," I moaned hoarsely. He began tensing up; he was
very likely on the verge of his own orgasm and had come this far without
touching himself.

"Pete. . .I. . . I love you," and with that, began to violently explode
inside him. He looked up at me and, without saying a word, began spewing
his load -- hands-free - between us.  He held my ribcage as I delivered the
last of my seed into him.

I withdrew and fell onto the bed next to him and began crying hard. The
release of emotions at the same time as my load was powerful and touched me
inside in a way I had never felt before. I was confused.

Pete took me in his strong arms and talked to me while I was shuddering. "I
love you, too. You don't know how many times I wanted to say that to you. I
love you. I love you." His strength and his soothing voice consoled
me. "I've wanted to hear you say that. I was afraid I'd scare you if I said
it." He kept stroking my head and holding me tight.

At dinner, we were both beaming. We had similar but different colored suits
on, and we both looked hot. The hair coloring he got in Mexico was just
only beginning to fade back to grey, but it only made him look 35 instead
of 32. His shoulders seemed so broad in a navy blue suit, and the grey
shirt beautifully enhanced his own color. Our tans had faded, but we did
look better than our dinner counterparts. No one else really mattered
during dinner, though. He was animated and excited about setting up a house
for us for his six-month assignment. I was excited about spending every
night with him in bed.

We spent the day Sunday driving to DC for a few more clothes for me. We
spent a few hours at Lord and Taylor finding just the right polos, khakis,
shorts, and everything else spring-summer casual. He looked at my hair and
said it was looking great. Then we stopped at Zales. I was hoping in a
considerable way that he wouldn't get me a ring. I knew that while I loved
him, I was not ready for that commitment, and neither was he since he was
still married. He walked to the counter where the rings were and
stopped. They were shining and sparkling in the impeccably clean glass
cases. I began breathing heavily. The salesperson approached the counter
and asked what we'd like to see.

"I want to get a watch for my son," Pete said.

I hadn't realized that we were also just next to the case with all the
watches. I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"You know I want you to pick what you really like. Don't worry about
anything else, OK?" Pete said to me, noticing that I had nearly turned
white just moments earlier.

The salesperson began bringing out watches, and I looked at them more
closely. Pete walked around the store looking at other jewelry, allowing me
to find just the right watch alone. After about half an hour, he approached
me and looked at the two. I couldn't decide.

"I've always liked Tag Heuer over any other that I've had. I bet you would,
too." It had a metallic blue face and was a beautiful watch all
around. With that, the salesperson took the tag to the register with Pete,
and I put the watch on. It was heavy, but it was a beautiful watch. I only
overheard the final price of something near $2700. I was floored and
significantly moved. Pete came over to me and looked at it on my arm. "I
like it. It suits you!" I hugged him around his waist, and he kissed me
quickly on the top of my head.

"Do you want a little dinner before we go back?" Pete asked as we got into
the car.

"Sure! That sounds great." I replied, looking at my watch.

He reached over with his right hand, put it on my neck at my hairline, and
gently rubbed it up and down. "Want steak or something more fancy?" he
asked.

"I've loved all the fancy places we've eaten together, but a good steak
sounds right tonight." I took his hand from around my neck and kissed
it. He laid it on my knee, and I rubbed the back of his hand with mine,
locking thumbs every now and then. I felt close to him, not because of some
expensive watch, but because he was intuitive enough to know what turned me
on, what I liked, and he treated me like a prince.

We stopped at an upscale steak house across the Potomac outside of
Arlington. This was the type of place that required reservations, but when
he said his name, a table suddenly was ready for us. We were dressed in
matching suits since we weren't at home with only different shirts. We
received more than a few nods as Pete followed behind the maitre' d, and I
followed him. A bottle of wine with two glasses was sent to the table. Pete
looked at me, somewhat perturbed. I shrugged, and he poured me a small
glass of wine.

"I've never had wine before," I admitted to Pete. He poured me a little
more.

"OK, here's the basics. Don't hold your glass by the stem or by the
base. Cup your hand around the bowl. Sip, don't guzzle. Red wines,
especially full-bodied reds, taste better when they have been
decanted. Otherwise, it's better to serve a lighter red, like this
one. Sniff it before drinking it. White wine is chilled but not served
cold. And don't ask for white if red is being served."

None of it sounded confusing, but it sounded fussy. But since he was my
guide, I trusted his input. I watched him take his first sip. He swirled it
around his glass a little, sniffed it, sipped it, and then let it sit on
his tongue for a moment before swallowing. I tried to imitate him. The
stuff hit my taste buds, and while I maintained my composure, I wanted to
spit it out. Pete laughed at me. "It takes time to acquire a taste for it,"
he said, "this one is actually pretty good." He pulled it out from the wine
holder, looked at the bottle, and said, "I guess about $250." My eyes gave
me away.

"For the bottle?" I asked flabbergasted.

He smiled and nodded.

I decided to take another sip to taste its value. I couldn't discern any
difference, but I played like a big boy and smiled and tilted my head
slightly afterward.

"What are you looking most forward to this summer, aside from the obvious,"
Pete asked me after dinner arrived.

"Honestly, the obvious is just the icing. I want to get some real
experience working in a business setting. I know I work at the bar, but I'm
just a busser and cocktailer when they need one. I'm not involved in
strategies, planning, and executing the plan. I want someone to hold me
accountable for my work. Most of all, I want you to be proud of the job I
do for you."

He reached over and took my hand in his, not looking around, and said, "You
already make me proud. We'll see about your organizational skills with a
grumpy boss like me. But you know you have some good experience at the bar
already. You juggle multiple personalities and multiple products, handle
cash, and do it all with a smile, even if you don't want to. You're the
best representative for that place. And you are held accountable -- your
tips. Don't underestimate what you do. It may not pay as well as working in
a big company in an office somewhere, but you do well for the time and
effort you put in. That should make you proud. But there is one thing about
that place you still need to do -- put in your two-week notice." He smiled
at me, and his eyes twinkled.

He did it every time we were together. He'd bring me up even if I didn't
know I was down. He'd force me to look at a situation and think of it
differently.

"I know you're going to be working most of every day, but what are you
looking forward to?" I asked him.

"Spending time with you, and I mean outside the bedroom. I want to see you
excel at this task I've asked you to take on. I'm serious. I am not fun to
be around when my plans go to hell. I know I'll need to remember that you
are the primary in my life outside work when things go wrong. I'm looking
forward to a long, hot summer down here, spending the afternoons and
evenings in the pool and going out to dinner with you. I want to be
available to help with this class you're taking. I am looking forward to
being your partner, even if it's only physically for six months. I want to
go to the gym with you, and I want to spend weekends going out and doing
anything as long as you're there."

We spent the rest of dinner chatting about the places we could go, touristy
things, the beach, or exploring around DC. I was excited about the new
adventures we'd have together. He was genuinely excited as well.

I held Pete's hand the whole way back to school. We had a perfect time and
were back by 10 p.m.

Pete left Monday afternoon like usual, and I missed him before the plane
doors closed. I skipped a class so I could go with him to the airport. He
didn't give me any disdain for doing so.

"I was wondering if you had a little time in your busy schedule to go look
at a few of the houses the realtor found. I wanted to get to it, but he's
going on vacation next week, and I don't have time to get back here and do
it. I trust your judgment. Don't talk money, only look for two bedrooms and
an office and a must -- a pool. If he takes you to one without a pool,
don't even consider it. He also said something about a complex that doesn't
sound exciting, but look and see if it would fit our lifestyle. Maybe, but
I really don't like apartments unless it's the penthouse or no neighbors."

"OK, do you want pictures?"

"No, you don't have to send pictures -- he should have that stuff, and he
can email it to me. Try and narrow it down to two."

He reached over to hug me goodbye, "I'm going to miss you; I can't wait
until next month.  I love you!"

"I love you, too," I gave him another strong hug.

He kissed me on the head and chuckled, "What the hell workout routine are
you doing lately? You're sucking the breath out of me with those hugs."

I laughed and hugged him again more lightly, "It's how much I love you."

He bent down and put his lips on the top of my head to kiss me but just
kept his mouth there. To any onlooker, it would have been a dad giving his
son a legitimate long kiss goodbye. He tousled my hair, grabbed his
carry-on, and headed for the gate. He turned around, and I waved
slightly. He smiled, and he was gone.

I had an appointment with the realtor on Tuesday. He picked me up at the
bistro and made some pleasant small talk as we headed to the first
house. It was a lovely, warm, late March day, and I had on my SON T-shirt
and no jacket. Now, my work at the gym had done some fantastic things to my
body, and it was almost getting too tight, but I decided I'd get a new one
at the end of the school year. This satin shirt craze was getting to be too
much. I could understand it for a nice evening out, but it distracted me
during the daylight hours. I'm not going to lie. Jeff, the realtor, looked
great in his contour-fitting white satin shirt with a pair of tight navy
slacks. He looked like a high-end guy with his tightly trimmed goatee and
expensive haircut. He had a pair of aviator sunglasses on, and he simply
looked hot. He took care of his body, and it showed.

We went to the first house, and it was empty. It was a lovely, spacious
bungalow, and it had a pool. There was good natural light, and the windows
didn't coincide with the neighbor's windows. We went out to the pool. I
closed my eyes, standing outside to picture Pete and I enjoying quiet
evenings in the pool together.

"This has the best-sized pool of the five I want to show you today," Jeff
pointed out, "I see you swim for the university. How did you do this year?"

I looked at him, "I did well enough to keep my scholarship. I placed 6th on
the team."

"Well, that's not too bad. Your dad said you were the first year, so you've
got another season to improve."

I nodded, "This one is a yes for me."

We toured two other homes that were nice but felt a little outdated, and
the pools, as Jeff said, didn't compare. I said 'no' to those.

"I'm taking you to a furnished penthouse suite next. Mr. Walker said that
he wasn't really interested in apartment living, but maybe once you see it,
well, you might know best if it would suit your needs."

We walked into a beautifully furnished penthouse with huge windows and no
curtains. There would be no setup needed, and Pete and I could move in and
go on. When we got to the master bedroom, I heard the door close behind
me. I turned around, and Jeff was fiddling with it.

"That's the one problem with this place. This door has been an issue from
day one, and nothing they do seems to fix it." He jiggled the knob again to
no avail. He turned around and started taking off his tie.

"What are you doing?" I asked, but I was not afraid.

"So Mr. Walker is your dad," he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt.

I gulped and weakly replied, "Yes."

"Because I really don't see the resemblance," he had his cuffs unbuttoned
and was taking off his shirt carefully. He had a magnificent upper body.

"What's going on, Jeff?"

"I saw you checking me out pretty hard on the last house. I thought I might
let you enjoy it up close and personal. Besides, you're pretty hot, and I
wouldn't mind a little afternoon fun."

"Uh, I did check you out. Will you tell my dad if we do anything?"

"I'll be on vacation with my family next week; when Pete decides, he'll
deal with my associate from this point forward." He began unzipping his
dress pants. He looked up at me, asking for approval before he went on.

I took off my shirt, and his pants fell into a heap on the floor. He walked
up to me and began handling my upper body, rubbing his big hands all over
my chest and shoulders. He pulled me up to his face and started kissing
me. I felt his muscled chest, put my hand on his biceps, and squeezed. They
were rock solid. The other hard thing was Jeff's cock. I dropped to my
knees and took him in my mouth. He moaned slightly. He put his hands on
either side of my head and instantly began oozing precum onto my tongue. I
grabbed his legs and started rubbing my hands up and down his
hamstrings. They were nice and solid and furry. He pulled me off his cock
and flipped me around in front of the closet mirror door and got to his
knees, and began tonguing my hole. I let out a loud groan and arched my
back. I was putting on a show for both of us in the mirror, and he began
lapping at my hole with fervor. His beard tickled, but I pushed my butt out
a little farther so it could look nicely pornographic in the mirror.

He got up and pushed me down on the bed, purposely making it possible for
us to watch him insert his cock into me in the mirror. Jeff was well-hung,
and he had slopped me up sufficiently to slide in with little resistance. I
closed my eyes and let out a loud groan when he bottomed out in me. He
smiled and took that as his cue to fuck me in earnest. I could feel the
curve of his cock doing an excellent job on my prostate. I moaned and
gasped as he laid a steady stream of precum in my hole. He was feeling good
inside me, and it had been two days since I had been laid. I reached up and
began pinching his nipples. He turned his handsome face away, moaned, and
closed his eyes. I turned to the mirror. It was a hot sight watching him
pound away at me with his sizeable cock. He had a killer body, and it
looked good and tight as he continued fucking me. He turned to the mirror
and looked at my eyes. I was transfixed on his.

I began feeling my load simmering, and Jeff was getting harder and
thicker. He started long dicking me. I grabbed his big arms, spread my legs
out, and let him hit it like he owned it. He took advantage of it, began
sucking in his breath between his teeth, and in about five seconds, I felt
his load start filling my guts. That pushed me over the edge, and I started
shooting all over myself. I cried out as the first shot went somewhere over
my shoulder and moaned as it spasmed out onto my torso. Jeff kept his cock
in me after finishing loading me up, and I could feel it twitch.

"Damn, son, that was hot!" he said, panting.

"Fuck yeah, it was," I responded.

He went to the bathroom, grabbed one of the prop towels, and got it wet. He
washed the come I had sprayed everywhere on me off and then cleaned up his
groin. He returned the towel to the bathroom and placed it on the rack like
it was new.

We dressed and casually chatted about seeing the rest of the houses on the
list. I said I liked the first one the best, and that would likely be the
one my dad would want.

"Your dad, huh? Sport, I've been around, and I've seen a lot. You call him
your dad, but is he?"

"I'm not sure I appreciate what I think you're implying, but aside from
that, is it any of your business?"

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Do you know how many college guys
are kept by older married businessmen around here? Girls, too. It's none of
my business, you're right, but be careful. I haven't seen many of those
situations end well for the students. As long as you're going into this
with open eyes."

"I don't really know where it's going either.  If you're sincerely thinking
of my welfare, then thank you for the heads up."

"I don't know your situation, but here's a business card. You are pretty
hot, and if you find you have the time or want to mess around again, here's
my number."

"You're married too, aren't you?"

He was hesitant at first and cautiously said, "Yes."

"I'm not threatening anything, but what is it with all you married guys
looking for hot college guys on the side? I've only been with dudes who
have some attachment to a woman. Why is that?"

"Oh, shit, there's so many reasons, we don't have time to talk about them
all. I find guys like you attractive and generally easier than a girl your
age because you don't seem to want to fall in love so quickly, and you're
hornier. A lot of this is just sex that we don't talk about with our wives
or girlfriends. And we don't have to worry about getting you guys
pregnant."

"Oh, OK, never really thought about that."

"Just don't fall head over heels with someone who promises a lot but
doesn't deliver."

Jeff had me thinking about some stuff, and it made sense why married guys
preferred random hookups, no commitments, no spending lots of money, just
sex and go. I knew that Pete wasn't that way with me, but if I looked at
the other guys I'd been with while the sex was hot, it was as unburdensome
for me as it was for them. And it beat jacking off alone.

We toured the last house on the list, and it was nice, but the first was
nicer.

"Go ahead and send Pete the first and last houses' information. He gets to
decide on which one."

Jeff shook my hand and put his hand on my shoulder, "It's been a
pleasure. Stay in touch."


"I got the pictures, and I think I agree the first house seems nicer," Pete
had texted me, "I love you, and I'll see you in a week. I'm busy ten days
getting ready for the move."

"I love you, too!" I texted back.

Chad saw my phone on the desk with the message I had just sent to Pete.

"Who do you love?" he teased me.

"I was texting my dad," I said.

"Wow! I don't have that kind of relationship with my dad. Did you finish
the project? Did you want me to take a look at it?"

"Sure," I said as I pulled it from my backpack. I handed it to him.

He sat down on the edge of my bed. Spring had finally sprung, and while the
nights were still cooler, the days were much warmer, and Chad was
manspreading with a pair of gymnastics shorts on. They are cut pretty high,
so they can perform unhindered. Chad was freeballing, and his cock was on
full display. I licked my lips. I couldn't help it. He was so preoccupied
reading my paper that he didn't see me.

"This looks pretty good," he said, finishing it up. "He is tough, but this
should get you at least a B."

"B? That was a lot of effort."

"Yeah, well, don't take it personally. He's tough like I said, and he
doesn't give points for effort. When do you turn it in?"

"Tomorrow," I said, sitting at my desk, annoyed.

Chad approached me and began massaging my neck and shoulders, "Don't let it
get you down. It's just the way things go. You were on track for a C before
the fixes."

I got up and turned around. Chad was sporting a semi. He looked flustered
when I noticed it and looked at his face.

"Man, I'm horny, too," I said as I wrapped my hand around it. It instantly
came to attention. He closed his eyes and shuddered slightly.

"Dude, I'm straight," he mumbled as I began stroking it.

"If I had a dollar for every time I heard that," I chuckled.

"Don't tell anyone," he begged me.

"Why would I want to tell anyone if I can keep playing with a hot guy? I
haven't yet, and I don't plan on it."

"I have a girlfriend," he said.

"Does she willingly do this?" I asked as I got to my knees and wrapped my
mouth around his raging cock. He moaned quietly and put his hand on my
head.

I get that guys want to feel like they're in control of the situation but
why do they feel they need to guide a willing cocksucker on their cocks? I
needed no help and was doing an expert job on his ever-hardening prick. He
was moaning, leaking precum like crazy, and pushing my head down on him. I
could feel him tensing up, and I lifted my tongue and worked on the
head. He grabbed my face and tried to pull me off. I knew he was about to
blow. I kept my mouth on him, despite his attempt to remove it, supposedly
to come on my face. Hell no, his load was going down my throat today, and
nothing was stopping me from swallowing every drop. He groaned and shot
strong ropes of come on my throat and subsequently down into my stomach. He
was on his tiptoes and panting. His eyes were closed hard, and finally, he
opened them. I was standing up by this point, and he looked at me, ashamed.

"Don't do that, Chad. Don't ever be ashamed of enjoying it. I know I did."

He blushed and laughed, "I've never shot into someone's mouth before."

"Yeah, girlfriends usually don't like that kind of stuff."

"Buddies?" he asked.

I was perplexed by that, "What?"

"Buddies, like friends and benefits."

"You want to be fuck buddies?" I asked, again still confused.

"Yeah, I guess something like that. Except giving head isn't really
fucking, is it?"

"You never asked, but you want to fuck me some time -- yeah, I'd do that,
too."

His mouth opened into an O shape, "You would?"

"You knew I'm gay, right?"

"Honestly, no, I didn't; I didn't even suspect it. Not that it
matters. You're still good with me!"

"Thanks, I think," I said, laughing.

"Well, that changes something with your paper," he said.

I cocked an eyebrow, worried that I'd have to do some more last-minute work
on it.

"When you hand in this project tomorrow, tell the professor that you'd like
to talk a little about it before he grades it," he was smiling.

I looked at him like he had lost his mind, "What are you talking about?"

"Our conversation right now is very tied to how this professor grades. Do
you want an A? You might have to do some extra work for that A."

It suddenly dawned on me what he meant, "You're fucking kidding me? He's
. . ."

"He's unhappily married and likes to give out higher grades to guys who
will . . . perform for him."

"You know, in a geeky way, he is sort of hot," I said.

"No fucking way, you think he's hot?" Chad laughed.

"In a geeky sort of way," I repeated.

"Well, I think you know how to get that paper to an A, if you can stand
it," Chad finally said.


"Damn it!" I thought the next day before I knocked at my professor's office
door, "This is A work without the extra credit." Then I rapped on the door.

"Yeah, come in," my history professor said, unperturbed.

"Professor Keller, I wondered if we could talk about this project before I
hand it in," I said quickly.

Without looking up but stopping what he was working on, he said, "Go on."

"Yeah, uhm, I mean, yes, I wondered if there was time in your schedule to
discuss it thoroughly." He looked up at me, took off his glasses, and did a
quick up and down of me.

"Tell me about the subject," he said disinterestedly as he looked through
his calendar.

"The chaos the Romans caused leaving England abruptly," I said, then
exhaled.

"What are your sources?" he was still rifling through his desk calendar,
not looking up at me.

"Mack and Ben's History of England, The Rise of the British Empire,
and. . ."

He waved at me as if he had heard enough, "Fine, the only thing I have
available is Saturday afternoon at one p.m., and I don't ever come to my
office on the weekends, so you'll have to come to my house. Will that be
OK?" He looked up at me and put his glasses back on.

"Sure, if I can have the address. . ." I started.

"It's in the syllabus," he said and went back to his work.

I swallowed hard as I shut the door to his office and left. He was pretty
hot in a weird way. I just needed to make sure I was ready for Saturday at
one. I wasn't sure how much of my project would be discussed, but I decided
to review it just in case.


Thursday morning, Sean and I met at the gym. I smiled from ear to ear when
I saw him. He came over to me and gave me a hug. I looked around and saw
only one other guy in the locker room with his back to us. He had me
laughing. "Dude, you'll get a reputation for that stuff."

"I don't care. I missed you, buddy," he smiled back with a happiness I
hadn't seen before.

"Weights or swimming," I asked him. We had worked out earlier in the week
together lifting, so I wasn't sure what he'd prefer. He pulled his designer
sweats down and showed off a new Speedo water polo suit. I stood back and
checked him out. He looked great in it, and when he turned around to show
me his ass, it made my groin twitch. He was beaming when he turned back
around all the way. He looked at me and knew that I'd have a suit on under
my short shorts anyhow, so I pulled them down, and he smiled -- he knew
what his little performance would do to me.

I leaned over, smiling at him, "You know what you do to me there. I ought
to spank you."

He turned bright red for a moment and started laughing. The guy changing
turned around to see what we were laughing about. I tossed my shorts in
Sean's locker, and we grabbed our towels and headed to the pool. We talked
about all kinds of small stuff that had happened to us since our last time
at the gym, and we just didn't pay attention to anyone we passed. We simply
enjoyed each other's company, and no one else mattered. I did catch a
glimpse of us in the reflection of the doors to the pool, and I have to
admit, we looked hot walking together. We finished 80 laps in an hour,
although Sean did lag the last 10 or so.

"C'mon, you pussy," I said from the side as he finished his last one.

"Don't call me that," he looked annoyed.

I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry, I was just
teasing you. I won't do it again."

He jumped up and dunked me into the water, "Ha, got you, asshole." He said,
laughing.

I came up out of the water laughing and dunked him in. The guard blew the
whistle at us.

"C'mon," he said, "Want some coffee at my house?"

I looked at my watch. I had time for more than coffee.

"By the way, where does a student on a scholarship get a watch like that?"
he asked as we walked back to the locker room.

"It was a gift," I said, looking at the watch and thinking of Pete.

At Sean's house, he started clearing out his gym bag. He handed me the
shorts that I had thrown into his locker.

"Those are for you," I said, smiling, "I jocked them up for you."

He blushed, smiled, and took a whiff. He closed his eyes and laid his head
back on the couch momentarily. I rubbed his thigh.

"You make things so hard for me, you know," he said, opening his eyes and
looking at me.

"Where is she?" I asked, whispering.

He started laughing, "She's out of town for work. She'll be back tomorrow
evening."

"I have time for coffee or. . ." I said.

He grabbed my hand, and we went upstairs. He shut the bedroom door, reached
around my shoulders, and hugged me pretty tightly. I could feel his beard
on my neck, and he kissed my earlobes. I put my hands on his tight waist
and buried my face into his neck.

"Oh, Sean, I want you. Please fuck me," I moaned in his ear.

He stepped back and looked at me incredulously, "You do? I thought you were
just being nice."

"Nice? Man, you made me come all over without touching myself. I had
already shot three loads the night before, and I still didn't touch
myself. You did that, buddy."

He thought about that for a minute and then hugged me again, "I didn't
realize that you did."

"I bet you can do it again," I whispered in his ear.

We both undressed and got on the bed. I had him lay on his back and told
him I would suck him, and asked if he'd eat my ass out.

"I've never done that before," he started.

I pushed my hole into his mouth, "There's always a first time for
everything," I said and began to suck his hot raging cock. For a
first-timer, he was very good at delivering a thorough rim job and getting
me even hornier than I first thought I was. I think rimming me made him
hornier, too. He was extremely hard and laying steady precum in my
mouth. When I felt I could take no more without busting on him, I got off
him and lay on my back, holding my legs up in the air. He didn't hesitate
to get between my legs. He reached for the lube bottle.

"You don't need it, Sean. I'm ready, and so are you," I moaned.

He quickly realized why and positioned himself against my hole. I was
greedy, and I really wanted this guy in me quickly. I pushed myself onto
him. He grabbed my hips and stood on his tiptoes. I cried out, and he began
thrusting into me. I watched him contort his face as he felt waves of
pleasure rolling through his body, starting at his cock. I wailed and
moaned as he delivered a superb fuck. He got down on my body with his head
next to mine and, cupped the back of my head with one hand and held himself
steady with the other on the bed. He was ramming me hard, and I was
watching his body pound into mine between our torsos with every stroke. I
grabbed and held his shoulders lightly. He was a beast, light and graceful
with his movements, but they meant something to him. His newfound
masculinity and raw sexual power were enhancing his performance.

I could feel him tense up. He pulled my head closer to his chest, and he
was breathing in spurts.

"I'm going to come," he groaned. And with that, he grew longer and thicker
and started loading my ass with a heavy load. I could feel his come hitting
my insides, and it triggered me to unload all between us. I screamed as the
first shot came out. I could feel it hit my chin. He was still pumping me
and emptying his balls simultaneously, with me shooting everywhere. He held
me in the same position as he slowed and finally stopped moving.

We breathed heavily as he gently let his hand slip from my neck. He looked
down at me and was smiling broadly. His chest was still heaving, and I put
my hands up to feel his hairy pecs. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the
adoration I was paying him.

"What are you doing to me?" Sean asked, "I met you nearly a month ago, and
I never pictured us here in bed together, let alone friends."

"I don't know that I'm doing anything except enjoying you," I said, "But
what is it you're doing to me. Did you ever think you'd be nailing me after
talking with me that first day?"

"I thought you'd blow me off like everyone else has, but you didn't. I've
had more sex with you this month than I have with her in the past nine."

I reached up and put my hand gently on his face, "I don't
understand. You're quality. I would have let you know if I had planned to
blow you off."

He got off his knees and rolled onto his back beside me, "Now you're just
being nice."

I propped my arm up and put my head on it as I turned towards him, "I'm
nice, but I can be a dick, too. I'm not just being nice. Look at you, hot
little body, nice big cock, and a heart of gold. I like you."

"Look at you all brawny and hot, hung, and young," he said, looking at me
in a similar position, "with a sweet ass to boot."

I blushed for the first time in a while. I reached over and kissed him
lightly on the lips.

"I need to get to class. I wish I had more time to spend with you today."

"Me, too. Hey, don't forget your shorts."

I laughed, "I was serious. They're for you. Maybe you can sniff them when
you jack off next to her one night. Fuck her! Let her see how it feels."

He smiled sadly, "She feels nothing."


I walked from the dorm to Professor Keller's house and looked down at my
watch. It was 12:58. I made it on time. I rang the doorbell and stepped
back. Through the long window, I could see my professor walking to the door
in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He was holding a cocktail glass in his
other hand. He opened the door, scanned around the visible area, and then
invited me in.

He held up his glass and asked, "Care for one?" I thanked him and said
no. He motioned for me to go into the living room. Professor Keller was
probably in his late 30s, had an untrimmed goatee, and I never saw it in
his regular clothing, but he had a pretty decent physique. The T-shirt
hugged nice, rounded but not overly large chest muscles, and he was popping
a nice set of arms from the sleeves. His legs were hairy and had defined
muscularity. He sat in the chair opposite of me and was manspreading and
placed one of his feet on the top of the other knee. He was pretty
well-hung, too.

"I looked over your project, and I think it is B work, but you're here to
explain why it should be A work."

I nodded, but something in his voice irritated me, "I did come here to
defend my work, but let's be candid if I can. That's really not why I'm
here, is it?" The arrogance in his face melted away.

"I'm willing to admit I'm here to get the A, but I don't really think that
involves anything about what I wrote, does it?" I continued.

"I think you forgot our relationship. I am the professor, and you are the
student."

"I haven't forgotten that, but right now, we're not discussing a
teacher/student relationship. We're here to plan on who gets fucked,
right?"

"You nasty little prick, are you threatening me?" He got up angry.

"I'm here to get my A," I snapped back, "Fine, I'll bottom. Here or
upstairs?"

"Let's go upstairs," he said, not looking at me.

For the next half hour, Professor Keller fucked me on a bed in the spare
bedroom in every conceivable position. He was sweaty, he was physically
hot, but he was a grade-A asshole. It was about what would get him off. He
insisted from the beginning that he wear a condom. I acquiesced,
considering my show downstairs. When he began suffering a partial lack of
size and performance, I reached down and took the condom off. His eyes got
big, but so did his cock again. In under three minutes, he was seeding my
hole.

"You earned your A," he said as I started getting dressed, "Can you see
yourself out?"

"Sure, Professor Keller," I left the room as he began to clean up and
straighten out the bed.

"Oh, and I'd like to see you in next semester's class," he said as I
started down the steps.

It was two days before the end of the month, and Chad and I spent the night
in Raleigh while he attended the gymnastics regionals. He had placed well
and we were still celebrating in the hotel room after dinner.  He had
brought a fifth of tequila.  I downed a shot to his two.  Soon he was
stumbling around and I grabbed him and took him over to the bed.  He was
drunk.  I went to cover him up and he motioned for me to come down so he
could whisper something to me.  I don't know what the need to whisper was
about since it was just the two of us.  I bent down and he grabbed my head
and planted a luscious tequila tasting kiss on me.

"You said that you'd let me fuck you," he said.  "Offer still good?"

"Sure, if you want to," I smiled at him.

He struggled to get out of the bed, I pushed him back down went to my gym
bag and grabbed a little bottle of lube.  I fingered some into me and went
back to the bed and massaged a good bit on his cock.  He moaned and tried
to get up again.  I pushed him back down again and then straddled him.  His
eyes got as big as saucers as I took every inch of his big cock.  He
grabbed my hips and lifted me up and then back down again.  He was gasping.
"Fuck that's tight!"

I smiled and put my hands on his as he had stretched them above his head.
I squatted on him and began riding his cock in nice long strokes.  I played
a little with just the top half sometimes, then I would take all of it at
once.  He was moaning and despite being drunk he maintained a good stiff
cock.  I could feel it getting wetter inside me, he must have been laying
in some serious precum.  I sensed he was getting ready and I began to ride
him in solid clamped-down strokes.  He got bigger and within a minute he
was blasting his load up into me.  Always enjoying a hot body, I shot off a
big load onto his chest.  He groaned as the last of his balls drained into
me.

"You can sleep here with me," he said after I cleaned up.  I got into bed
with him and he spooned me and then fell fast asleep.


On the last day of March, it snowed and snowed and snowed. It closed the
town down, including the university. I lay in bed that morning; my roommate
had left to walk around somewhere. It was a month of so many different
experiences and so many men.  I turned lovers into friends and friends into
lovers.  Some were fun, some were downright humiliating. The third of April
wouldn't be here soon enough.