Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2007 07:14:44 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford Subject: OLIVER AND HIS HIGH SCHOOL'S SENIOR CLASS TRIP (conclusion) My brother Christian moved out of our house when he started working. He's got this cool apartment in town, near his office. Surprise! I got a $100 bill in a goofy card from him....he wrote on the card: "Hi Oliver....here is a little extra spending money for you on your Senior Class Trip. This is NOT your graduation present. You are lucky to have a handsome, rich big brother who is careless with his money and who is therefore buying you something wicked expensive for graduation! Oliver, this is a day for decisions!!!! Or is it? Love, Christian." I laughed because, with that last comment, he was teasing me about my indecisive nature. The last time he brought that up I said, "You say I'm indecisive, but I don't know about that." We laugh at corny things. As far as the money thing, he was only half kidding about being rich. At age 24 Christian is already making really good money in the computer programming business. He'd described his job to me a while ago and frankly it sounded boring, but he gets paid a lot and he claims to love the job. So, if he's happy..... I'm happy! The Senior Class trip is a four days and three nights affair. We're going to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I'm interested in the trip because the University of Pennsylvania is located in that city and I want to walk around the campus and maybe meet some students. That is where I'll be going to college in the Fall. I can't wait to start that new part of my life...... "college student". The High School part of my life did not go well and the Middle School part was pretty much ruined when my best friend, who I loved with a passion, died in a horrible accident. ..Tyler.. I keep him in a very special place in my heart. For a long time now I've been struggling to move on to whatever is going to be the rest of my life........ In school I got my information package for the trip....a big manila envelope stuffed with brochures, directions, schedules, meal vouchers, rules, lots of rules... and the pre-registered key for the hotel room. Too bad I couldn't find anything in that envelope about me checking out every nook and cranny of the University of Pennsylvania. Of course, first I need to find out what a 'cranny' is before I can check it out. The hotel room key looked like a credit card more than it looked like a key. Also listed on the front of my envelope, along with my room number, was my room mate's name....Mr Degenerate. He is one of the guidance counselors at the High School this year. I get to share a room with one of the chaperons ... isn't that special. I'm the only kid in my class who isn't rooming with another kid. Maybe it can work out to my advantage ...but I can't imagine how. The night before our trip I began to let my imagination get the best of me. I was focusing on the fact that Mr Degenerate had squeezed the back of my neck. He did that when he told me that he and I were rooming together. Not just the neck squeeze, but also his comment about sleeping in our own beds "If we want our own beds"...... that's what he said to me. He'd given me some kind of meaningful look too... with his eyes opened wide and eyebrows moving up and down....kind of a smirk. I couldn't make head nor tail of it. Unless.... does he think I'm gay? Hard to imagine a guidance counselor would be so stupid as to try something with one of his students. I am gay...but how would he know that, nobody else does. Then I thought... you need to get to sleep, Oliver! Mr Degenerate is young looking and I guess he's nice looking too if I want to be objective about it. To be honest, I am absolutely desperate for some kind of gay sexual outlet. But am I desperate enough to get in bed with Mr Degenerate? I think I'd probably chicken out. I think I need to find out about my sexuality with a boy my own age. Of course, what do I know. Jeez, maybe I should keep an open mind. Better yet, like I said earlier, I should just get to sleep .... Getting to sleep wasn't so easy to do, however. That's because I was playing with myself, as I so often do ... I aways need at least one good wank every night before passing into the sleeping part of the evening. Over the years, to assist with my wanking, I'd concocted many fantasies involving cute boys from school. As far as I could tell, none of them were gay.......they all seemed straight to me. That didn't stop me from fantasizing about them. In my elaborate fantasies I fucked.... and was fucked, by at least 15 different class mates. I was also fucked by supermarket bag boys with buzz cut hair, and newspaper boys with curly red hair, and kewl dudes walking in the Mall with no hair, and a boy I passed in the street with Mohawk hair. Variety is hot. Oh yeah, in my imagination I was a real hot slut.... boy oh boy did I ever have a great sexy time in my mind! Did I ever rock with my cock.... and my fantasy boys. At times my cock has been so sore I've had to completely shut down my imagination .... Unfortunately, on this particular night no amount of forced fantasy could get me hot for Mr Degenerate. Now, maybe a real cute bell hop boy at the hotel could get me excited. Why are they called "bell hop" ? So much to learn.... I was getting wacky because I needed sleep ..... Of course, in real life, how many gay experiences had I had in my 19 years? Hmmm? lets see .....well, if I include older man, and boys my age, and also all the ones younger than me, the total would be, all added together.. exactly, none.....not even one little mutual jerk-off. Nothing at all. Well, an old guy did touch my dick once when I was taking a wiz and I immediately ran away from him. That experience is the first and last in my portfolio of homosexual adventures. Man oh man, have I ever been yearning for something gay to happen to me! It hurts like a bruise...the longing and constant yearning .....it's painful. I'm hopeful to find a real live boy at college. He is going to be one lucky fellow, let me tell ya! And except for a few minor hindrances...such as, I'm wicked shy and I lack self confidence and I can't make a decision and, oh yeah...I stutter. Except for those few drawbacks, I'm going to be taking that gay college scene by storm! Well, maybe 'storm' isn't the exact right word. What would be the right word for someone tip toeing around in the closet like a little mouse? That's would be the word for me. I gave up with these particular reality thoughts because they were not turning my dick on at all. Instead I thought about something more recent......the boy I bumped into at the pizza shoppe earlier that day. Now that is reality with some fire power. Oh my God was this kid cute. He may have been 16 years old, no older than that. He had real cool black spiked hair..... he looked a bit Emo. I walked right into the front of him and our faces rubbed together. His skin was firm and smooth.... and he smelled good. I let the tip of my tongue slide across his cheek and I almost peed my pants I was so nervous when I did it. The boy was sweet and took all the blame for us running into each other. He didn't even mention that I licked his face. I went right home and jerked off. Well that memory finally did it for this night ... I got wicked turned-on thinking about the pizza shoppe boy and had a great jerk-off just remembering that experience. He was so yummy! After that great hand job I was able to fall off to sleep with a smile on my face. The next morning was Senior Class Trip day. But, my Mom and Dad treated me like I was a ten year old heading off to my very first boy scout camp. That didn't surprise me at all... I expected it. They love me and mean well, but the concept of me growing-up hadn't reached their brains yet.....your little boy is 19 years old! Oh hell, they do mean well. My luggage for the trip consisted of a soft sided satchel and a small back pack so I was able to walk to school.... Mom or Dad dropping me off was not an option. On the way to school I dumped the lunch bag my Mom had insisted I bring along. Our buses were stopping at a Burger King for lunch. I'd read about that in our instruction packet......this information had carried no weight at all with my Mom. "I packed you a nice tuna sandwich lunch." Right! Just what I need. I'll fit right in....eat a bag lunch while everyone else is chowing down on cheeseburgers and fries. Still, it made me feel guilty to just toss Mom's lunch in the trash, but what else could I do with it? Damn! So many things give me a guilty conscience. I heaved the lunch and walked on feeling like a traitor to my Mom. I was wearing my iPOD headphones to discourage anyone talking to me during the four hour bus ride. I prayed that Mr Degenerate was not riding on my bus and that if he did he was not planning on sitting next to me. Please dear God, give me one break. Please! My plan was, once we got to Philadelphia.... I'd ditch Mr Degenerate and everyone else......I was on a University fact finding trip all by myself. The rest of them were on a Senior Class Trip sight seeing all the historical sights. I planned to thoroughly check out the University and, perhaps more importantly...... while I'm doing that, I'll come across some kind of gay activities or gay hang-outs or something along those lines..... assuming they exist there. When the bus pulled out....no Mr Degenerate and nobody else sitting with me either. I had the seat to myself! I just stared out the window and said a silent "thank you". I'd been 'off' God ever since Tyler died but maybe I'll consider giving God another chance if he continued this trend of making my prayers come true. A four hour bus ride lay ahead of me. Some people might groan about that, but I was looking forward to it. The unique bus motion always caused me to get a boner. Boners are fun.... and I also like to look at the world as it was going by outside my window. Every person I see in passing has an entire unique life story all their own. Every one of them! All intertwined with other people and the other people's entire life stories. Makes me realize how little any of us know about what is going on every second of every minute in every nook and cranny on earth.......... there's that fucking 'cranny' thing again. I need to check that out. As expected, after almost three hours we stopped at a Burger King. Unfortunately we were the third bus to do so and many kids were in line ahead of us. What a surprise.... the bus drivers had screwed-up. Each bus was suppose to go to a different Burger Kings, not to the same one. But, when one bus pulled in to the first Burger King, the others followed ....duh! Of course there was no extra service staff inside to handle this totally unexpected volume of business. I looked out the bus window at a hundred kids in line already. Hmmm.....couldn't help but think about the tuna salad sandwich and the other things in the lunch bag that I'd thrown out this morning. I refused to get pissed-off though, I was enjoying the ride so far and I wasn't real hungry anyway.... I stayed on the bus and switched my iPod selection to Plain White T's and listened to my favorite song by them, "Hey There Delilah". Then their next song that contained words that I thought were so cool, "Hate is too strong a word......... but I really, really, really don't like you!" I listened to their entire CD and by then the food line was almost to the door of Burger King so I got off the bus and sauntered over to stand at the back of the line. A few minutes later two chaperons from another bus came up to stand behind me. They were talking about Mr Degenerate. From what I could make out, he would have been on my bus.... he wasn't because he got involved in a car accident on his way to school this morning. He wasn't going to make any part of the Senior Trip. Did this mean I was on my own? My own room and my own agenda? Possibilities!!! That's what I was thinking about during the remainder of the bus ride. All kinds of possibilities that maybe had opened up for me now that Mr Degenerate was a 'no show'. We arrived at the Philadelphia Holiday Inn an hour behind schedule because of the Burger King screw-up. Everyone congregated in a too-small conference room for an introductory meeting. Attendance was taken by the teacher or parent chaperon who was in charge of each group of kids. I was part of Mr Degenerate's group so I went over to that group which had now been reassigned to a parent chaperon. All 380 kids had their names called in one group or another and they yelled out that they were present. It was noisy and confusing with twelve people calling out different names at the same time. There would be a roll call each morning and each night. I was the 381st student on the trip, but my name was never called. Not in Mr Degenerate's reassigned group or in any other group either. This pleased the hell out of me. It didn't totally surprise me that my name didn't appear on anyone's list. I figured that since I was to be in the same room with Mr Degenerate he'd know if I was present or not....... why would he feel he had to put my name on a check list. Well, it looks like God is trying very hard to get back on my good side...first the pleasant bus ride without an annoying talker beside me and now this! This extraordinary piece of fantastic good luck. Mr Degenerate had suffered a broken ankle...thankfully nothig too serious. I'm on my own and in my own room. I pinched myself to be sure this wasn't a dream and then went up to check out that very room. The credit-card-looking-thing was actually the key just like they said it was....so that was a good start. The only disappointment so far is that the bell hops were not cute and young.. so, screw em, I carried my own bag to the room. My room was small but nice. It was at the end of a long hall, on the third floor next to a stairwell. The room had a double bed and a pull-out sofa which I wasn't going to be needing now. The elevators were quite a hike down the hall, but I had no intention of ever using the elevator. I was going to sneak in and out using the stairs and try my best to avoid all contact with the High School Senior's Class Trip group. I was on my own now, just like I usually am. It was the middle of the afternoon on a chilly, gray day when I walked out the side door of the hotel and headed out to my right. Ten blocks walking slow and looking at the tall buildings and the crowds of people all hurrying to get to some place. It felt weird being here alone in the big city. It was all totally new to me. I was wearing the same small back pack I wore on my bicycle rides. In it was the map of Philly I'd gotten from my trip packet, the instructions on how to use the public transportation system, my iPOD, a sweatshirt that said on the front of it "Sarcasm...just one of my specialties" and two bottles of water from my room. I had money in my wallet, including the $100 bill that Christian had sent me. I couldn't think of anything else I'd need. The University of Pennsylvania was far enough away that I'd have to take the elevated train... which was fun. Initially it was a challenge to figure out which was the right train to take, but I'm smart...... so my brain, plus a little old lady, got me on the correct train. The little old lady told me which train to take. She'd noticed me scratching my head as I was looking at the map of the elevated train system....wicked confusing. If you're wondering.... the part where 'my brain' came in was that I quickly realized I needed the little old lady's help. It was a ten minute walk after the train ride. Before I realized it I found myself on the University of Pennsylvania campus. Lots of huge, old, brick buildings. Statues in landscaped areas covered with pigeon shit, buildings with ivy growing up the walls and, of course, a lot of college age kids with back packs and armloads of books hustling and bustling around. It was hard to tell if some of the buildings were part of the campus or if they were office and apartment buildings. This inter city campus was spread out over a number of city blocks. The center of the campus with the sports stadium and field house and the crisscrossing brick sidewalks leading to dormitories and all types of class rooms, plus all those students I'd noticed earlier left no doubt it was a University....but when I walked a few blocks away I wasn't sure if I was still on the University grounds or not. Well, this is why I'm here. To explore, familiarize and conquer the University of Pennsylvania. And to try to hook up with a cute gay freshman who will fuck me.... and then show me everything I need to know about the university.... and then fuck me again. Right...... I'm soooo sure. I started to explore the area by walking a number of blocks away from the university center to try to determine where the campus actually ends. . It wasn't too long before I felt I was off the campus because the buildings started looking run down and seedy. With each ensuing block the buildings looked in worse and worse shape. I'd never thought of myself as having a prejudice against people of color, but I had to admit my experience with them was very limited. There were two black kids and a few Hispanic and Oriental kids in my High School class but I had zero interaction with them. Here in Philadelphia there are a lot of people of color. Just a few blocks off campus it seemed everyone I passed on the street was an African American. Being inexperienced....I thought, "should I be here?". I turned up a street and then another street, but by now I was positive that these buildings were not part of the campus.. A big problem developed too..... I wasn't sure if I'd just come down this street or up that street.....never mind which was the right way to get back to the University. Now I was seeing entire blocks of unoccupied buildings.... some of them looked like they'd been bombed and others had obviously burned to the ground. It was bleak! I'd been aware that a black kid who looked to be about 17 years old was casually following me.....he'd been there for at least the last three blocks. When I stopped to check my map, looking around to see if I could locate a street sign, he called out, "Yo, motherfucker. What you doing?" I couldn't help but look behind me hoping upon hope that he was calling out to someone else, but I didn't see anyone else. It hit me right then that I hadn't seen anyone for awhile now. I was a little nervous, a little uncomfortable. The silence around me echoed in my ears. Because of my nervousness I looked at the kid and did that dumb thing of pointing at myself as if I'm asking, "Do you mean me?" He said, "Who da fuck ya think I'm talking to? Ya see any other motherfuckers around?" Hoping my stuttering wouldn't be too noticeable I said, "Pa, per, perr, perhaps ya yo you'd be nice enough to tell me which way back to the University campus..." He slowly approached me and I could see that he wasn't any bigger than me. There was a definite attitude about him though..... very aggressive and confident as he swaggered up close to me, almost chest to chest. He was wearing droopy jeans and a thigh-length, too-big Philadelphia 76ers warm-up jacket over some sort of football jersey. On his feet were large, elaborate, expensive looking Nike leather sneakers and on his shaved head was what I think is called a "do rag". There was a fat, fake gold chain hanging down from his neck. He looked maybe a year or two older than my original guess of 17. All in all, he was apparently just your standard gangsta rap fan.... in funny clothes. I didn't mention this to him. He said, "Ya got any bling ya stuttering motherfucker? Give me ten dollars and I might tell ya where your ass is at." I looked at him a couple of seconds with my mouth hanging open before I figured out that I better give him the ten bucks, but when I looked in my wallet the smallest bill I had was a twenty. I said, "Da, do, ya, you, you have change for a twenty?" He tried not to, but he laughed out loud. "Shiiiit! Where you bounce in from? Gad damn, you stupid! What the fucks yer name? " I told him and he said, "Listen, Ol-lee-ver.. what the fuck ya need to know where the U of P be? You be too stupid to go to no college!" He had drawn-out each syllable of my name to mock me I guess. I stuttered that I was already accepted to go there in the Fall and he said, "Shiiiiit! That's mighty hard to fucking believe Ol-leee-ver! Aaight, give me the fucking twenty. Ya all ain't got no fucking Benjamins do ya?" I had the one Benjamin that Christian had given me, but I shook my head "no, I don't got no fucking Benjamins". He stuffed the twenty in his back pocket, staring at me hard. Then he told me to follow him. I had to hustle to keep up because he just took off fast. He led me back through some alley ways and across empty lots with broken beer bottles and debris of all kinds. It seemed like we were going further and further away from the University, but maybe my sense of direction was off. I knew enough to know I was totally lost. None of the streets had street signs so my map was useless. I stuttered to ask him his name and it sounded like he said, "Ryjohn" but that didn't sound like any name I ever heard of. I stuttered out "Par, pa, par, pardon, but wha what was that name?" He said "Ryjohn, ya deaf motherfucker!" After that I started getting nervous again because he wouldn't talk to me except to say, "Shut the fuck up, Ol...leee....ver, and just follow me." Just when I was feeling I might pee my pants expecting to be mugged or stabbed or worse.....we walked around a corner and there we were. I could see the main campus three blocks over to my left. He called me motherfucker about four more time, but he also told me which streets to stay out of. Ryjohn had gabbed the city map out of my hand and pointed to the dangerous areas. "Stay the fuck out of there you dumb shit cause maybe you ain't gonna be so lucky next time. You be in the projects when you in here....you see where my black motherfucking finger is pointing? Sum gangsta homies catch your dumb ass in here and you ain't gonna like what happens." He had a scar that started at his right eyebrow and went sideways disappearing under his do-rag. Scar or no scar he was a very good looking boy. I had the urge to touch his face, his skin was flawless.... the color of milk chocolate. I resisted the urge to touch him. Then, taking me by surprise, Ryjohn cupped the back of my neck with his hand and shook my head back and forth a couple of times and then he pulled my face close to his and I felt his warm, fresh smelling breath on my face with each word as he said, " A skinny, pretty boy like you in the project is gonna last maybe less than a motherfucking ten minutes. You lucky enough to get me on your motherfucking case so you OK this time..... but next time your ass gets lost and you get some bad ass motherfucker you just might get shot..... or worse. So, Ol-leee-ver, stay out of the projects ya dumb fucker you!" I was trying hard to follow what he was saying when he pulled my head closer and our foreheads touched. His skin was cool, firm and silky. He held our heads together for ten seconds or more as I gasped out short little breaths. I had the strongest urge to kiss his lips as I stood there perfectly still. Ryjohn rubbed his forehead back and forth against mine twice......with that he let go of me, turned abruptly and walked away a few steps.... then turned back around and smiled at me with perfect, beautiful white teeth, and said, "Ciao, motherfucker!" And he swaggered away. I was breathless as I said, "Bye Ryjohn, tha thanks" but I'm sure he didn't hear me. I thought maybe that was the best $20 l'd ever spent. Even so, I was still a bit weak in the knees until I got back to the actual campus grounds. I collapsed on the first bench I came to and realized for the first time how hard my heart was beating. Ryjohn had my heart beating hard and my dick was getting hard too. He was one damn hot motherfucker alright..... Jeez, I'd never met anyone remotely like him before. I looked back to where we'd come out of the project but he was nowhere to be seen. Damn, I wish I could have thought faster on my feet and made some kind of connection with him. I stayed sitting on that bench until my boner finally went down. Ryjohn..... It was getting late in the afternoon but I still wanted to see more so I walked through the campus in the opposite direction from what Ryjohn had called the "project'. I walked way over on the other side of the campus. And there I found a nice section of the city. It was a very busy upscale area with restaurants, clothing stores, food markets and what looked like four or five bars and taverns. The street was closed off to traffic for three very long blocks so it was really a huge outdoor Mall. Lots of people strolling around and many of them were young. The energy was exciting...... Street entertainers added to the atmosphere. There was a guy on stilts advertising for one of the bars and there were two jugglers who juggled odd items like balloons filled with water and bowling balls. Maybe it's just me, but I've always felt that jugglers, next to mimes, were the most boring acts imaginable. On the plus side there were a number of street musicians. One instrumental group and a couple of individual singers. I was drawn to one guy because his voice reminded me of someone. I could only see his back as I made my way through the crowds toward him . The closer I got the more familiar he sounded. Then I knew what it was. Damn, I know it's maybe a little weird or macabre, but this guy's singing voice sounded just like Tyler's singing voice......the way he got to sounding after our voices changed at age 13 or so. Call it projection or whatever you want, but it was uncanny how much this street artist sounded like Tyler. I didn't recognize the song he was singing, but I recognized that sound. As I made my way around to the front of this guy he finished the mystery song he'd been singing and the little crowd around him gave him a nice applause.... ...some of the audience drifted away which allowed me to step into a spot where I could see the singer clearly. He didn't look anything like Tyler. This guy had that beautiful light tan skin that some Hispanics have. Hell, with the very dark brown hair and eyes I think he was Hispanic. Hispanic or not, when he asked if anyone had a song request he had no accent what-so-ever. Someone, an older lady, asked for something by the Beatles and the singer started right in with another song I'd never heard before, but it did sound just like Tyler was singing the god damn thing. I had a real creepy feeling in my stomach and my eyes started tearing up. Damnit! I'm never going to get over Tyler... ever! The singer was wearing an old Army field jacket and jeans that were ripped in both knees. Real old boots on his feet added to the feeling that this guy was maybe...homeless. I wiped my eyes and stared at the singers mouth. He sang so easily and naturally....his lips were full and shaped perfectly...a delicious rosy pink color and behind those lips I could see very white shiny teeth. There was a tiny space between his front teeth that somehow made me think they looked cute. Or maybe it was his chin that was cute.... When he opened his mouth for certain notes I could see his tongue which was the same rosy pink color as his lips. I couldn't take my eyes off his mouth. I'm not a huge Beatles fan so the song was annoying, but the voice was pure. He effortlessly played an electric guitar and it sounded amazingly good considering he only had one small speaker amplifying the sound. I was mesmerized by his performance or maybe I was mesmerized by him. He had a short, wispy, sparse beard that was not dark brown like his hair, but rather a light brown color and very soft looking. He was young and didn't really have anywhere near a full beard. What beard he did have he obviously just hadn't bothered to shave for a few days. His dark brown hair was pulled back into a short pony tail. There was a calmness about this kid that is hard to describe....it added to that mesmerizing feeling I had. He looked like he might be 19 or 20 years old.....at the most. Big brown eyes.....the whole face was unbelievably attractive, but difficult to characterize. I wouldn't say he was just cute necessarily or just handsome either...he was too young to be described as handsome perhaps. Good looking was too much of an understatement. I did't know exactly, but I loved his looks. He was an inch or two taller than me and just about as skinny. He asked for another request and like a dork I raised my hand. Everyone else just called out their requests. He ignored the others. Pointing to me and with a cute grin on his face he said, "No one has ever done that before. Raised their hand I mean. I really like that.... whaddya want ta hear?" It got real quiet in our group....because I'd raised my hand and because the street singer was talking to me everyone was staring at me now. I could feel my face get bright red and it felt very hot. I said, "Da, da, da, do, do. ya .....tha the" and then my face got even redder....impossibly red. I just shook my head "no" and looked down at the ground. The singer had a long cord leading from his guitar to the amp which allowed him to walk over in my direction until he was right in front of me. In a very warm, sincere, calm voice he said, "No, please. It's alright, we'll wait for you.....Please tell me what you'd like to hear?" I wanted to become invisible, but I had to try again so I said, "De, de, da, de ....the Pla, pla " He waited calmly as he looked at me with a pleasant expectant look on his face. It had been years since I'd stuttered this badly. I was captivated by his eyes as he stared into mine. Even with my heart pounding and my face about to burst into flames...I knew I'd have to try again.. I was aware of the growing sound of nervous, uneasy mumbling and grumbling from the others standing around as I said, "Pla, plain White T's.....Hey The, tha, There De, de, de, Delilah". I felt the tears of embarrassment filling my eyes and then the horror of one lone tear rolling down my cheek. He ignored the tear and nodded his head saying, "I love that group, Plain White Ts and 'Hey There Delilah' is my favorite song of theirs' too." Then while still staring me in the eyes, and still using Tyler's voice, he sang that song as well as Plain White T's can sing it......maybe better than they can sing it. He sang the entire song directly to me. It had been years since I last stuttered to the extent I stuttered trying to get out my song request, but by the time he was done singing the song I'd forgotten all about the stuttering. I clapped much too hard and too long when the song was over. He gave me the warmest smile. After hesitating a few beats he slowly roamed over to the other side of the crowd and got another request .. this time I recognized the song. It was "Wonderful Remark" a Van Morrison song that I really liked a lot too. I stayed and listened to the singer for almost a half hour, but he never came back to my side of the crowd again. Finally he said he was taking a break. He picked up his baseball cap that was on the street in front of him. I could see dollar bills sticking out and hear change jingling. People tossed money in the hat when they liked his performance. I wanted to put money in too but I still only had twenty dollar bills....and that one Benjamin that Christian had given me. Too much to leave in a hat for a song.....he picked up the cap and walked off. I waited over an hour, but he never returned. I thought I'd better start finding my way back to the hotel. Darkness had set in and everything looked different in the dark. Walking back through the campus I made sure not to go too far and wind-up in the "projects' again. It took some doing and over an hour of trying, but I got back to the Holiday Inn safely. I asked quite a few people for help along the way and was surprised at the number of people who didn't even know what street they were on. In retrospect I don't know why I was surprised.....I didn't know what street I was on either. The map helped once I finally did figure out some of the streets. Then I saw the elevated train station and I knew where I was....that's a great feeling ......finding your way out of being lost! After eating from the large dinner buffet back at the hotel and paying for the meal with one of my food coupons, I went up to my room and called my parents to tell them I was having a great time. Then I laid back on the bed and thought about my adventures. What a day.... finding two exciting boys who were so different, but who both had seemed so worldly to me....... and so hot too. Thinking about first Ryjohn... and then thinking about the mesmerizing street singer gave me the urge to jerk off so I did.... twice. I dozed off between wanks...neither of my wankings lasted very long. Just thinking about those two had me pumping my boner in a blur and squealing out with the eruption... It was excellent. I took a long shower and got in bed with the TV on and promptly fell asleep. I had a surprisingly great nights sleep. Being in a strange place alone didn't have any negative vibes for me..... I felt like a seasoned traveler. Of course I did have all three locks on the door fully engaged. Down the steps with a breakfast buffet voucher...good food! Spend a little time in the bathroom....you know.... and then down the stairs and out the side door again. As I passed that conference room I could hear the attendance being taken again in there. Ha ha ha....too bad, what a bore! I was off on my own . This time I didn't need a little old lady to get me on the correct train. I was back on the University of Pennsylvania's campus before 10am.... bright eyed, with a big smile on my face. The hell with the campus....I walked directly to that outside Mall. I was looking for that street singer again. It wasn't nearly as crowded that morning as it had been the previous day. But, he wasn't there. The guys who were there didn't interest me so I slowly walked back to the campus to start getting familiar with it......I still had the bright eyes, but I'd put the smile away for the time being..... I wanted to try talking to some of the University of Pennsylvania students. That was an important part of my plan, but the really bad stuttering from yesterday worried me. Was I regressing somehow. I'd been very nervous both with Ryjohn and especially with the street singer. Christ, if I stuttered like that nobody will want to talk to me for long. I asked a young looking guy if I could talk to him for a second and he said "No." Not the response I was hoping for, but the good news was I'd hardly stuttered at all. I hardly stuttered when I asked two girls walking together if they had a minute...... they didn't even acknowledge me...they just kept walking. I saw a student reading a book while sitting on a bench so I sat on the same bench. I looked over at him at him a little bit and he said, "I'm reading, can't you see that?" Is it possible every single person that goes to the University of Pennsylvania is a stuck-up prick? What a bunch of balloon head ego maniacs...stuck-up jerk-offs! I smelled coffee and wandered into a building that had a cafeteria on the ground floor. It was crowded but I got a coffee and was lucky enough to grab a table as some girls were just leaving. Great table...it looked out on the busy campus grounds. I looked around the cafeteria and everyone was talking and laughing just like normal kids. They didn't seem like stuck-up pricks. Three guys walked right over to my table and said, "Sorry to intrude Dude, but there aren't any empty tables so lets share. Would that be OK with you?" They were sitting down when they asked if it was OK so I just smiled at their rhetorical question. For all I know this is a common practice... to just sit with strangers when no other space was available. Plus, now I'd have my opening to get friendly, ask some questions and maybe learn something. I said, "How ya all doing? My names Oliver." A boy with a very thick drawl....like he was from Mississippi or someplace like that said, "Didn't somebody write a book about you, Oliver?" I said, " I think maybe you're confusing me with my cousins the Twists". He said, "Yeah, that must be it. I get everything back-asswards. What class you in?" This guy looked younger than a college student, but some guys just look young. I told him I would be a freshman next fall...that now I was just here on a Senior Class Trip. I explained how I was taking this opportunity to check out the University. He asked if I was a scholarship student and I said I was and told him the scholarship I'd received. "You must be a frigin genius then", he said. This kid had the darkest red hair I'd ever seen and his face was covered in big freckles. He told me his name was Andy and he was in his freshman year. The other two both had the same first name..Barry. They explained that the scholarship I'd received was only given out to students with perfect grades and close to perfect SAT scores. He added, hesitantly, that there had to be special circumstances or hardship involved too. I hadn't know that, but I couldn't help but wonder if Tyler's death and my reaction to his death was the special circumstance for me. My parents would know, but I might not ask them....maybe I don't want to know. I just nodded my head at the special circumstance remark and moved on by asking, " how was Freshman year going?". Andy said, "Its been funking blippin!" and when I asked what that meant he said it was "awesome, cool!" The thin Barry said that Andy was from the boonies of Alabama, "way out past East Cupcake. So to him, everything seems like it's blippin!"". I didn't ask where East Cupcake was. As they drank their coffees and ate their sweet rolls and donuts they told some funny stories and then some tales of woe about how hard it was in the beginning getting use to the difficulty of the work...and especially the volume of work they had to do on their own after classes. The heavy set Barry started ragging on Andy....... he told me with a serious, dead-pan expression, "In Andy's neighborhood they know you're trailer trash when you let your twelve-year-old daughter smoke at the dinner table in front of all her kids." I hesitated for just a second, but couldn't hold it in and I burst out laughing. The other guys chuckled and Andy said, "Fuck you, Barry. Why don't you concentrate on finishing the half dozen donuts you got in front of you, ya fat fuck." Then the other Barry added a few insults and they were having a good old time. I said since they were college students maybe they could help me out with something. All three looked at me when I asked, "What's a cranny?" The fat Barry said, "Oh, she's married to your grandfather usually." I said "Not Granny, cranny.... as in nook and cranny?" At the same time both Barrys said "Fuck if I know" . Andy said, "I'm from Alabama, I don't know shit." I told them that it was great dealing with real live college students. They got serious again, or slightly serious as they all agreed that a Professor Wainrite was a complete 'assoholic' and that I should stay clear of his class. They called him a 'ambigusexual' and I questioned what that slang word means. It means, in their special speak, that they don't know if he is gay or not, but he might be. It seems like between Ryjohn and these university kids I'm going to have to learn entire new vocabularies. The 'ambigusexual' remark at least provided an opening for some talk about gays at the university. There were about the same percentage of gays at the University as the population at large....that was the consensus of Andy and the two Barrys.. And yes, there were gay clubs and gay organizations and nobody really cared all that much if you were gay or not. The fat Barry said, "Why all the interest in gays, Oliver? Are you gay?" And for the first time in my life I said, "Yes, I'm gay. But, so far I haven't been able to do anything to prove it." They all laughed and said "That's cool!" Andy was majoring in Biology and he said, "Guess what I learned yesterday.... there are over 3000 spiders for every human being on earth?" The two Barrys and me looked at each other and I said, "No shit, does anybody want mine? I certainly don't." This got a good laugh and I felt almost like part of the group. They went on to tell me about a girl.... apparently they call girls 'anchovies'. The fat Barry said, "If you walk around the campus enough, Oliver, you're bound to see this anchovy. She always wears mini skirts, in the Fall or Winter or Spring, it don't matter.... and she's infamous on campus for always sitting with her legs spread wide open....in a mini skirt. It's as if she's saying "take a whiff." I said, "Gross!" and as we all laughed again I glanced out the window and there he was...... the street singer from yesterday. He looked different because he was wearing preppy clothes now and he had a back pack on......it was far from the homeless look of yesterday. He had his arm around a pretty girl's shoulder and the two of them were laughing. I stared at them and, absurdly, felt upset and real disappointment that he was with a girl. I thought, "What the hell is that 'anchovy' doing with my street singer?" Apparently he hadn't sung that song to me with any special meaning like I thought he might have or at least hoped he had...... Damn!! I thanked the three guys for all the laughs, told them it was great to meet them and I'd look them up next fall..... and then I hurried outside. As usual, I had no plan. Outside, the street singer was walking away with the girl. At the last second he turned his head and saw me standing there looking at him. He did a double take and held the second look for a bit until the girl pulled on his sleeve and he went back to talking with her. I watched them walk around a corner and disappear. That look he'd given me. Did it mean anything? I continued to acquaint myself with the University campus by walking up every side street and brick walkway I came upon. Three girls stopped and talked with me for 20 minutes. They were very friendly and I think they were flirting with me or teasing me or something.... They concentrated mainly in describing the party scene on campus and gave me the name of two hot bar spots for college kids.... one of the girls added, "Although, I do have to tell you that you'll never get served in either bar, Oliver. Sorry, Baby, but you look way too young to pass for 21." The girl who said that to me was named Dee and she played with my hair as she talked to me. They asked me questions about my scholarship and my High School experience....I told the truth about the scholarship but lied about the High School experience telling them it was 'blippin'. They just nodded as if they knew what I meant. Later I had a late lunch with two black students from England. They had cool accents and told me a lot about the diversity on campus. Of course they were referring to race, religion etc, but also a little bit about diversity as far as one's sexual orientation goes. They didn't know about any gay clubs. When I asked about gay dorms they said they didn't think so.... but the gay conversation wasn't of any interest to them and they finished up their lunch and drifted away. I was getting tired, but no way was I going back to the hotel without checking out that street Mall to see my street singer again. But when I walked over he wasn't there this time either. I wandered around looking in shop windows and listening to the other street musicians. I bought this big fat, soft pretzel that was covered with large salt crystals. People were squeezing mustard on their pretzel so I thought, what the fuck....I'll try that too. Yum yum. Then, there he was again. The street singer who sang to me yesterday. He was alone...just standing in a group listening to a guy play the flute, of all things. I wasn't sure what to do because I hadn't planned anything. So, without a better plan, I just followed him as he wandered around from group to group. He seemed deep in thought. . Each change of position I got closer and closer until I was right next to him. "Heh, hello...ha, how are you doing?" I managed to say. He turned his head and saw me. "Hey, my main 'Plain White T's' man! I saw you earlier this afternoon, didn't I?" And just like that we started talking as we stood there together....... like we actually knew each other. He said he couldn't believe he hadn't seen me around the university. He mistakenly thought I was a student because he'd seen me on campus today. I told him about me only being a High school senior and the whole routine about me checking the university out on my Senior Class trip and all. ..... After about five minutes he put out his hand and said, "I'm Cristobal Juarez, it's nice to meet you....?" I said "Oliver Nickerson, the pleasure is mine" . We shook hands and afterwards he put his arm around my shoulder and we strolled off . He ask me what I wanted to see on campus that I hadn't seen yet..... I said a dormitory. "Lets go, Oliver. I'll show you mine." As we walked he was very talkative and friendly.... we talked about the kinds of music we liked and our favorite bands and did I play a musical instrument and stuff like that. He made me feel very relaxed and I wasn't stuttering hardly at all. His dorm was in a very old building. It was one room basically and he shared it with a room mate who was out. I was disappointed the dorm wasn't nicer, bigger or something. Just a messy room. I sat on his bed and he sat at his desk and we talked some more. I told him about me singing in the church choir and he explained that he earned pocket money doing the street musician gig three nights a week...sometimes more often. He said," let me hear you sing" and after some encouragement I sang some of the "Hey There Delilah" song. He clapped and said I was wonderful and we should sing it together for the tourist sometime. He told me that a lot of tourist come to see the University and a lot of local people in addition to all the college kids shop and eat in the street Mall too. So there is always plenty of foot traffic in that three block area.. While we were in his dorm room he got a couple of calls on his cell phone and near the end of the second one he said into the phone, "Ok, I'll stop over for a while. I'm bringing a friend with me." To me he said, "Come on, Oliver...Ill show you what a typical fraternity party looks like." He was so easy to get along with. All during our time together I couldn't help but stare at him. I guess I'll just have to say he's beautiful....I can't think of a better word to describe his looks. In addition to being beautiful, there was also something so 'kind' so 'nice' about him. I loved being with him. We walked a slow fifteen minute walk, talking all the while with his arm around my shoulder again. It felt very comfortable and natural somehow ......and then there it was. A lot of guys and girls out front of an old mansion. Well, it was big enough to be a mansion. Some girl came right up to Cris and he introduced me. It was the anchovy I'd seen earlier with Cris. He kept his arm around my shoulders which made me feel awesome. Her name was Candy and she didn't seem to think it was odd at all that Cris had his arm around my shoulder. We talked for a couple of minutes then went inside for beers. I'm not much of a drinker but I tried to keep up with Candy, at least. Cris was drinking more, but it didn't seem to affect him much. The two of them talked about a concert they'd been at last weekend. They laughed a lot and Cris made sure he included me in the conversation every couple minutes or so.... There was music playing and after about a half hour people began dancing and it was a very active party. Lots of loud talking and laughter. Candy was off dancing with some guy who had come over to ask her. Cris was singing along with a CD as I looked at him when all of a sudden he said, "Here Oliver, give me your beer." I gave it to him and he put both our beers on a step and without a word he took hold of me around my waist and began slow dancing with me......... our crotches rubbing together. He just took it for granted that I'd want to dance with him. He made it all seem, somehow, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do. I was stunned. First of all, I can't dance. And, obviously, that was secondary to the fact we were both boys and, in the world I knew about, boys did not dance together. Very quickly Cris said with a laugh, "Oh my God Oliver, you're a terrible dancer. Here, follow me." And he began to teach me to dance. Other kids were all around us but no one made any comment or even looked over. They were either seriously into themselves and didn't notice us or, more likely....they were use to seeing Cris dancing with boys. Slow dancing wasn't hard to pick up and I loved feeling Cris' body. He put his face next to mine and I got a hard-on. Oh what a wonderful feeling to be in his arms. I kept thinking that this can't be happening, but of course it was. He smelled so good....We danced through three songs. After the third song Cris picked-up his beer leaving his left arm around my waist and tasting the beer he said, "Ugh! Its warm. Lets get some cold ones," Off we went. He made no effort to explain why he'd started dancing with me or why he thought I'd be OK with it........dancing with a boy. There were questions I had for Cris, but I did not want to ruin this most perfect time so I saved the questions for later. This was simply too excellent .... too wonderfully exciting! We had the cold beers and Cris was telling me about the different fraternities and how they all had a different approach to partying when I just had to interrupted him, I was too curious and I had to ask this much at least. I said, "I've never danced with a boy before....have you, Cris?" He laughed and said of course he has...many times, but never with a boy who danced as badly as I do. He said it with a very sweet smile and he ruffled my hair as he said it.....then he added, "or with a boy as cute as you either." I was speechless, but thrilled! He took my hand and led me around the side of the huge porch that encircled the ground floor. When we were alone he gently held my head between his two hands and kissed my cheek ...first one and then the other. His skimpy short beard was so soft I hardly felt it. Quickly a kiss on my lips.... then a longer kiss on my lips which I opened for him...with my lips apart he put his tongue against my front teeth and licked them ..... up and around his tongue would go ....up under my top lip. I moaned and opened my mouth and he french kissed me. I'd never felt this way before. He took his time and kissed me with such passion I began to feel dizzy.....no drama, I was really dizzy because I couldn't remember to breath ..... My boner was leaking and he began kissing my neck, just under my jaw, and then gently sucking there. Shortly, I humped a couple of times against his thigh and cam in my pants while crying out a squeaky sound like air escaping from a pin prick in a balloon. I was clutching him around his waist so tightly he asked me to please loosen my hold a bit. "Oliver, you little Hottie! You just cam in your pants, didn't you? You are so cute...I can't tell you how happy I am that I found you again." I was gasping for air...my climax had felt better than any I could ever remember having. He handed me his handkerchief and said, "Hurry Oliver....wipe inside your pants before your cum soaks through. That would be embarrassing , no?" He was laughing again. I undid my pants and did what he'd suggested. He made it all seem like fun and games. Afterward, I kissed Cris on his lips and we kissed and made-out for another ten minutes...my boner had come back up and now I felt his hard boner against my thigh too. Certainly this was the most sexually excited I've ever been. I wanted to make-out all night, but Cris said he hated to break it up but he had to get back. He had to study for a late-term exam he was taking in the morning. "I wouldn't even have come over here tonight Oliver, but I couldn't resist the chance to get a few beers in you and loosen you up a little. I thought about your cute face all last night and I was so happy to see you again over at the Mall. It's been fabulous! Come on and walk me back to the dorm. We'll make plans for tomorrow. OK?" Back at the dorm, as we kissed some more, he fondled my body, particularly my ass.....it was truly a dream finally come true for me. Out of no where this miracle had occurred. We made plans for me to meet him, after his classes, at the Street Mall.... at 3pm. He'd play guitar and sing for one or two hours and then the two of us would think of something to do.....he'd said that last part with that wicked smile of his. Every time I thought he had given me the last goodnight kiss of the night he'd hesitate and then come back for another one. I would have stayed there all night, but he finally did go in to study.... I was in a fog all the way back to the Holiday Inn. What a fantastic turn of events. I got something to eat and was sort of floating as I lay on my bed going over each thing that Cristobal and me had done together. He'd told me that his father is Puerto Rican and his mother is half Irish and half Japanese. What a fabulous combination and did it ever create a beautiful boy. Talented and smart as hell too. Not a brag, but you can't get in the University of Pennsylvania unless you were at the top of your High School class. I ran the water in the bathtub and soaked in there thinking about the feelings he had given me. Brand new feeling of wonder and lust. I remembered how he tasted and how he felt and how I couldn't get enough of him. If I'm not mistaken it appeared as though he couldn't get enough of me either. I thought of him as I slowly stroked my boner under the warm water and I ended up with my whole body shaking in the water as I cam in a wild climax...... truly a brand new level of sexual feeling! It was difficult to get to sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about him. When I did go to sleep I dreamed of Cristobal Juarez...... and I woke up with the dream in my head....the dream was just about us two dancing, but it excited me so much I had to jerk off again. It was 3am when I shot my third load of the evening. First in my pants with Cris and then in the bathtub and lastly jerking off in bed thinking about that dream. Three fabulous wanks. He took my breath away.......... everything about him excited me. The next morning I was restless thinking about what I'd do till 3pm. That's when I'll be meeting Cristobal. Just to try to get my mind off him for a little while I went on one of the hotel's sight seeing tours. It lasted two hours and it definitely was interesting. I was glad I went because now I have something I can tell my parents about the trip. I felt pretty sure I wasn't going to be mentioning my activities with Cristobal. I ate lunch in the hotel and actually talked to some of my class mates. It was fun listening to them recount their adventures on the Senior class trip. It sounded like they were having a great time and a lot of laughs, but it also sounded like kid stuff when compared to my adventures.. Cris was already singing when I got to the outdoor Mall and he looked so cool. Today is was going for a continuation of his preppy look from yesterday. Last night he'd told me that he has three looks for his guitar and singing gigs at the Mall....the homeless look, like I saw him in the first day.......a preppy look like yesterday and today......lastly and his favorite, the punk look. He'd showed me his punk outfit and clip on "piercings" and he described the way he did a wild moused-up hair look. We discussed it all in detail when we were in his room doing all that talking yesterday. I liked all his looks. I can't imagine any look that I wouldn't like if Cristobal was involved.... He didn't notice me standing there in his audience for a couple of minutes and then when he did notice he broke out in this big grin right in the middle of his song. People saw that big grin and looked over in the direction Cris was looking.....they had to notice me staring back at Cris and smiling like mad at him. He shook his head with a grin and a laugh and looked other places. It made me feel great to see his reaction when he saw me...... He did a couple of more songs than told everyone in his audience that he had a friend who was going to sing a number with him, "Come on up, Oliver". Oh fuck no, I thought. What if I screw this up.....I wasn't afraid I'd stutter because I never stutter when I sing although I hadn't been doing much singing lately. Cris was performing up on a big slab of granite about ten inches higher than the brick walkway where the audience stood.. I stepped up and Cris started right in playing "Hey There Delilah" and I started singing without thinking about it and we were off and running. We really did a helluva number on that song. It sounded great and everyone got into it. We got a huge hand at the end. The crowd was calling out "One more...one more." Cris looked at me and I whispered that the only songs I knew all the words to were "Delilah" and "Amazing Grace". Cris gave me a look like "how do you know that song?" as if I could ever forget it, but of course he didn't know my story. He played a little of it on the guitar and I sang it right out..... it really came across. I closed my eyes and with Cris singing along with me it sounded just like I remembered me and Tyler doing it all those times.... so long ago. Singing it again with Cris' Tyler sound-alike voice was very moving for me. I was proud of myself for not crying. Maybe I am growing-up......Tyler will always be in my heart, but maybe I can live and love with another as well. We got a great round of applause. That song has quite an affect on people. What a thrill I had. The applause and singing with Cris who sounded like Tyler...oh my God it was such a rush. ....such a blast from my past. After "Amazing Grace" Cris went back to doing his stuff and much later with an all new audience we did both "Delilah" and "Amazing Grace" again for the new audience. It was almost 5pm when Chris said he was totally wiped out. His baseball cap had more money in it than at any other day he could remember. Cris wanted to split it with me, but I wouldn't take it. We drifted over to his dorm room to drop off his guitar and amp. Cris insisted that he was going to treat me to dinner. I felt like I had a glow all around me...the last 24 hours had been so wonderful and so much fun. Maybe the best 24 hours of my life. In his room he put his guitar away and casually put his arms around me to hug me to him. Without speaking he had one hand cupping the back of my head just like Ryjohn had done to me. Cris rubbed up the back of my head and took a hand full of my hair..... his other arm around my waist. His lips covered my lips and right off his delicious taste was all over my tongue. He had shaved off his little skimpy beard and I thought he looked even younger now. The smoothness and tightness of the skin on his face was very sexy and I licked up his cheek just like I'd done to that pizza shoppe boy a few days ago. My cock got hard. The newness of kissing and being kissed by another boy, one who I was so attracted to .......it had me moaning with pleasure from the very first touch. These sensations were all so new to me that they had a very powerful, instantaneous affect. My body responded to him totally. I was boner hard within seconds of contact and quickly nearly delirious from his smell and his taste and his feel....I was squirming and cooing and I felt tingling all over my body. Cris has a way of licking and sucking my tongue that caused my boner to leak. Everything he did completely over whelmed my senses with pleasure. It wasn't long before I pulled my lips away from his and with the sides of our faces together I took a deep breath and whispered, "Cristobal, please...Please, I'm going to cum too soon. I want to enjoy this longer." He was hungry for me though and wouldn't stop kissing the side of my face and under my chin on my neck and then just like the night before I cam a long stream of cum in my pants as I struggled again for air.....then, more contractions in my groin and more squirts of cum in my pants. I grunted as I humped Cristobal's leg through out my climax. This yummy pleasure feeling even topped what I experienced the day before. I couldn't speak....it was other-worldly to me. What a feeling of ecstasy. Our faces were wet with our saliva as he slowly moved his lips back and forth across my slippery cheeks....."You are delicious, Oliver . I could just eat you with a spoon." He undid his pants and taking hold of my hand he pushed it down the front of his pants. My first feel of another boy's erection...... It felt exactly like mine felt, but knowing it was his made me blow out little puffs of air ....little bursts of air as I stroked his wonderful cock. He was saying "Harder Oliver...faster please! oh yes, that's it. Ah Ah...." And his cock erupted up between us. Cum on both our T shirts. I was breathing hard all through it. When Cris was finally calm enough, in a breathy voice he said, "Ha Ha, Look at the mess I made......and, Oliver, I could tell you did it again in your pants a little while ago, you horny boy you. Ya better clean that cum out of your pants again or you'll be eating dinner with a big wet spot on the front of them. I'll get us a couple of clean T shirts to wear." He was laughing again by now. I cleaned up before my cum could soak through and stain the front of my pants. We shared a cold coke and then, each wearing one of Cris' clean T shirts we went outside to a beautiful Spring night. As we approached the outdoor Mall I clumsily half-stepped off a curb and tripped badly on a broken sewer grate. I went down like I was shot. The pain in my ankle was piercing and it was so bad I couldn't even scream out at first. Then I cursed, "God damn it! Fuck!" as I tried to get up. Cris was trying to help, but the pain was too intense right then. It took a minute for me to even pull myself up enough so that I could sit on the curb. I had my leg with the wounded ankle stretched out in front of me. I really wanted to cry like a baby from the pain, but that was out of the question of course. Cris was asking me stuff, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying just yet. Cris kneeling next to me was asking what he could do to help. The high shrill pain in my ankle was down to a throbbing ache and I could handle that. I said, "Oh man, I'm sorry..... but I couldn't talk for a minute there. I twisted my ankle when I tripped and I had this white pain that dominated all my senses. Jesus Christ, I never had anything hurt like that before. Would ya help me to stand?" Cris grabbed under my arm pits from behind and pulled me up but I couldn't put any pressure on the foot with the hurt ankle. He held on to me...... and with me hopping on my good foot we got over to a low brick wall and I sat on it. Cris took out his cell phone and called his room mate who quickly showed up in a brand new Mini Cooper convertible. The room mate was about 5'3" tall and he weighed maybe 150 pounds. Much of that 150 pounds appeared to be muscles. His T shirt bulged with muscles. His head was shaved and he had many, many tattoos. Everyone of his fingers had a ring on it and that included his thumbs. He looked scary, but when we were introduced he was the nicest guy you'd ever hope to meet. His name was Davis Moore. He picked me up and put me in the front passenger seat. Cris had to get in the tiny back seat but with Davis being so short the driver's seat was way up and gave Cris a little leg room in the back. My seat was pushed all the way back so I could stretch out my leg with the injured ankle. It was kind of weird but the Mini is a very small car so Cris and me were almost sitting next to each other. Me in the front, he in the back. Davis drove us to a hospital emergency room and both guys helped me hobble in. Amazingly, even with a full room of patients who all needed attention, we got immediate admittance without even checking in at the front desk. I realized why we got that special treatment when the beautiful emergency room doctor came right over to us and kissed Cris and said, "Hi, Baby. I hear your boyfriend has a boo boo?" Then she said, "Davis, did you get another fucking tattoo?" Davis said, "I got two more since I last saw you, Dr Juarez." Dr Juarez? I'm no dummy...I figured out that the Doctor was Cris' mother. After a quick Xray determined that there were no broken bones, she felt around my ankle and said I had a #1 level sprain. "Not too bad at all." she said. Well, not for her maybe, but it hurt me quite a lot. She expertly wrapped my ankle in an ACE bandage and then instructed a nurse to wrap my ankle bandage with a chemical cold pack. Jesus, that thing got wicked cold! The nurse also gave me some cheap looking crutches and told me to stay off the ankle until it stopped hurting. That would be four to ten days she guessed. They were all very blase about my ankle sprain. While Dr Juarez did not seem to think my injury very interesting she was very interested in questioning Cristobal about why he hadn't showed up for Sunday dinner last weekend. Also she wanted to know what kind of grades did he think he'd be getting this semester, and was I his latest boyfriend, and how old was I because, "he don't look 18 Christobal and you better not fuck around with under age boys or I'll do surgery on your private parts"... and how long had Cristobal known me, and how did I hurt my ankle and, " it better not have been during some degenerate sex act" and on and on and on she and he went with Cristobal making wiseass comments to each query. It was fun and funny. Davis and I just exchanged looks because it was like we weren't even there. Everything was light banter back and forth between Cris and his mother. Cris was obviously totally comfortable with the whole scene and so was his mother. They were having a good time. When we were done she kissed Cris again and said, "he's your cutest boyfriend ever... Hope you can keep him longer than you managed to hold on to Mikey!" When we were leaving she said it was wonderful to meet me and she said bye to Davis and then she said, "Now I better rush off to take care of my real emergency room patients." The entire episode took only ten minutes or so. Davis drove us to the Holiday Inn and Cris said, "Davis, thanks man! I owe ya one. I'll take the train back over to school after I get Oliver settled. Thanks again you scary looking fucker!" I thanked Davis too, but he just waved it off and said to Cris, "Shall I hold my breath until you get back to the dorm, Juarez?" Cris laughed and said, "Maybe you better not. See ya later dude." I guessed that Davis was assuming that Cris was going to stay with me in my room for quite a while. I sure hoped so. Cris was carrying something in a brown paper bag as we headed for the front door to the Holiday Inn. Me hubbling along on crutches. We had to use the elevator because there wasn't any way I'd be able to negotiate three floors of stairs on these crutches. Luck was with me again and I didn't run into anybody I knew. By the time we got to my room it was almost 7pm. Cris nodded his approval of the room, helped get me seated and then he picked up the room service menu and said, "I promised you dinner, Oliver, and dinner you shall have. What do ya want?" We settled on a large cheese pizza and a couple orders of Honey BAR-B-Q chicken wings. While we were waiting he took two bottles of red wine out of the paper bag. Cris said, "In our house we drink wine with dinner. I had my first glass of wine at 13 years old. Every dinner since then, when I'm home, I have wine to drink with the evening meal. Do you drink anything?" I told him I didn't, but I'd like to try it with him. He poured us some into the plastic cups he found in the bathroom. It was not good. I forced it down though because I wanted to be like Cristobal. I loved being with him. He was so relaxed and easy going it was very soothing to me. He asked how I was doing, did I like the wine, would I like him to turn on the TV...some music maybe. Oh my God, he was so nice to me...... We did turn on some music and we drank our wine and ate our pizza and chicken wings and talked. One thing led to another and I told him about my lousy High School experience. When he was listening to me he gave me his total attention. He made it seem like what I said was the most interesting and most important thing he'd ever heard. Going backwards in my life history I finally got to the Tyler part. He said he'd wondered how old I was when I knew I was gay. That made me realize I'd never asked him how he knew....why he just assumed I was gay. I wanted to ask but one thing led to another and I didn't ask. He told me that he'd known he was gay very early in his life. Maybe as young as 9 or 10 years old. He and his parents discussed it with him endlessly. As the years went on the three of them agreed that, yes indeed....Cristobal was gay. No problem. They provided all the medical information about AIDS and other medical concerns regarding homosexual sex....also a lot of gay literature for Cris to peruse when he felt like it... Cris had attended private schools from first grade all the way through High School. Being gay was simply not an issue....no more of an issue that being tall or short or anything else. He'd had a wonderful childhood....a wonderful life, really. He told me that he wasn't taking it all for granted, he was very appreciative of all his good fortune. As we talked he ran water in the bathtub and said we were going to take a bath together. I was a bit shy at first....getting naked in front of Cris, but, as it turned out, he was so casual about it that I just followed his lead. He made no comment about my skinny body.....maybe because he had a skinny body too. We both were uncut and average size in the penise department. Nothing special to comment on. Nothing special to comment on until he was helping me get in the tub with my sore ankle..... his naked body rubbing my naked body caused me to spring a bonner. Cris was laughing so hard, "You are the horniest guy on the fucking planet, Oliver. Jesus Christ, relax! We got a lot of fun ahead of us, Babe." That's all well and good, but my bonner stayed up. It floated in the water between my legs as Cris climbed in behind me and I lay back against his chest. Oh, another wonderful new feeling..... another wonderful new sensation. I reached down to get hold of both of Cris' wrists and pulled his arms around me. Cris said, "This is nice, Oliver." He'd made sure both our plastic cups of wine and the wine bottle were in reach. We were on the second bottle by now and I was getting use to drinking it....I'm not saying it tasted any better, but I could get it down easier now than I could at first. Cris wanted to hear more about Tyler. I'd told him that Tyler, sexually, was very straight. Cris said he just wanted to hear about our friendship, not sex necessarily. I told him about the choir. I told him about our teachers in school who every year said we were both the smartest kids they'd ever had in their classroom. I told him about the funny stuff too. How Tyler was always making up outlandish stuff to get me to laugh at the wrong times. I told Cris about the time Tyler whispered to me in study hall.... this was long before the thought and horror of death entered our world.... he said that everyone should know the warning signs of death. One, would be rigor mortis probably and another one might be a rotting smell and the third might be... 'occasional drowsiness'. I'd be staring at him and he'd keep making stuff up about how you'd know you were dead until I was peeing my pants laughing. If the "drowsiness" absurdity hadn't got me laughing he'd have kept going with more and more ridiculous stuff until I did laugh out loud and get myself yelled out by the choir director or teacher or whoever. That time the drowsiness comment was the one that got me going. Cristobal really laughed at my stories of Tyler.....he said Tyler sounded like a real hot shit...a great buddy. A lot of fun. Yes, Tyler was.... and Cristobal is all of those things too. Cris commiserated at the difficulty I had dealing with Tyler's death. Telling all of this to Cristobal took a long time and we were ready to get out of the tub before I was done. We lay together... naked on the bed under the top sheet as I finished telling about the way I came into my stutter and eventually Cris knew an awful lot about my life.. The wine was long gone and I felt a little fuzzy from it although Cris had had twice as much wine to drink as me. He had his arms around me and I took his right arm and rubbed the back of his wrist against my nose to smell the unique, sexy odor of his skin. He snuggled with me and hugged and kissed me and he told me that the relationship between Tyler and me was a beautiful thing. He said, sadly, he'd never been that close to any friend he'd ever had. Earlier in the evening, when I'd told Cris about Tyler's accident, we were still in the tub and the sadness of it all had caused Cris to cry while hugging me from behind. It's the only time I cried all night. I cried with Cristobal. I stopped crying when he stopped crying. Being able to tell Cristobal my sad tale helped me to see that it really wasn't an impossibly big mountain to climb anymore. I realized that I was in fact getting on with my life and that I had been getting on with it for some time now. I will never forget Tyler, my best friend ever and also my first true love.... and I'll never forget the tragedy of his death at so young an age and for such a stupid reason, but I can see that I'm able to move on with my life now. We lay there together, Cristobal and me.... and I thought there wasn't any place else in the world that I'd rather be. In a quiet voice, while playing with a piece of my hair, Cristobal said, "Oliver, can I be the first boy to make love to you? Can I be the one to take your 'cherry'? I really would love to be that boy." I didn't hesitate and just nodded my head up and down once. He said, "Can it be here, now?" I said, "Yes, please." He kissed me and rubbed his hand on my belly and down into my pubes. He massaged my cock and balls until they were stiff and hard. While he was casually massaging my cock and balls he was telling me that he had a lubed condom in his jeans that he'd use. He gave me a little lecture about the importance of using condoms for anal sex. He said he'd never had sex even once without a condom on and then I said, "Since I've never had sex of any kind with anybody besides myself, and since you never fucked anyone without a condom...... well, wouldn't it be safe for us to do it just this one time without a condom?" I told him I'd really like to have him inside me "naked". A part of his naked body inside my naked body. At this point we were laying on our backs with me using Cristobal's bicep as a pillow. He continued to twirl a strand of my hair with his fingers. It was comfortable with just the sheet covering us. Almost 11pm by now..... since we'd arrived, at about 7pm, I'd had a boner or semi-boner most of the time. I was in a constant state of arousal. Cristobal massaging my cock and balls added significantly to that arousal.... He waited a minute or so after I'd ask if we could do it without the condom and then turned his head to look at me....he stared at me until I turned my head to face him and he said, "OK Oliver, sure....that makes sense the way you put it. No condom this time.... but we will need some kind of lube. You got anything we can use?" I did. I had some greaseless vaseline that I used to keep my lips from getting chapped in the winter. It was Spring now but a half a tube of the cream was still in my toilet kit. My heart pounding with excitement I hopped up and got it for Cris. Back in bed Cris said, "Let me have a little more of those tasty, hot lips, of yours, Oliver," and we began kissing gently. Cris said he could feel my heart beating fast and he said he was very excited about our first time together too. He quietly asked me to..."Just lay on your side now, Oliver and I'll put some of this on that tight little hole of yours." He began lubing my hole and I got even more excited and aroused because finally my wish is coming true....... finally something I'd been dreaming about for years was about to happen. Shortly he'd worked his finger up inside me and I was already squirming from that pleasurable feeling. Just being handled like that by another boy was such an exciting turn-on for me. Especially because the boy was Cristobal. Cris worked up to a total of three fingers inside me....this was over a 15 minute period and then, as I lay on my side with my knees pulled up to my chest I felt the fat head of his cock pushing gently up against my distended hole. He applied a little more pressure and it slipped inside me........ a string of pre cum drooled down my boner. My mouth was open and just the knowledge that his cock was inside me had me shivering and squirming and constantly licking my lips. My chin was soon shiny with my own spit. He pushed in ever so slowly. I felt almost no pain, just this feeling of being very "filled-up" back there. It felt like Cris was sticking a foot long log in me but I knew it was only a little over six inches long...he was just going very slowly. I could hear him let a lot of air out of his lungs every now and then and grunt softly as he enjoyed that feeling of a tight hole surrounded his throbbing, hard cock.. Finally he said in a breathy voice, "Oliver, I'm all the way in you. How does it feel?" I told him it was the strangest feeling, but I've never felt anything I liked better. He kissed the side of my face and said, "Turn your head, Oliver, so we can kiss." As we kissed he pulled his cock out a little bit and pushed it back in and everything was feeling totally dreamy to me. Then he pulled out further and the swollen, slippery head of his cock pushed on my prostrate button as he slid in and out of me. I said, "Ahhh right there...oh my God, Cristobal. Right there...please do it some more." He stimulated my prostrate with quick thrusts of his hard, swollen cock head and in less than two minutes I squealed out as I cam harder than I'd ever cum before in my life. My cum shot straight out of my pee slit and it burned from the force of the stream. The tightening of my ring as I shot off the big load and the five or six follow-up squirts had Cristobal grunting and blowing a lot of air on the back of my head as he pumped my hole hard .....and I soon felt his first strong cum stream explode deep inside me and then I felt how squishy my hole was as he did his subsequent contractions and squirts... Cum drooled out of my hole. We couldn't talk. I felt the sweat on Cristobal's face as he pressed his face next to mine and hugged me tight. Later that night Cris fucked me while I lay on my back with my knees pushed back next to my chest. He was kneeling between my legs. From time to time he would lay on top of me, belly to belly, with his hard cock as far up me as he could get it. We'd kiss and suck each others tongues as our bellies moved against each other getting all sweaty and slippery. This naturally got my twitching cock which was squeezed between our bellies wet and slippery with that same sweat. Just when I'd start to think that nothing could feel better than this he'd go up on his knees and holding both my thighs, with my feet now up on either side of his beautiful face, he'd fuck me hard for a couple of minutes until he was out of breath. Then he'd pump me slowly with long deep thrusts and it all felt so slippery and yummy and perfect. We went much longer the second time before exploding with our cum shots. Cris didn't use a condom this time either and I felt the cum squeezing out around his cock, drooling down my bum, as he pumped me slowly after his big cummy climax.. Truly, I've had hundreds of fantasies about a cute guy fucking me, but I never dreamed it would ever feel this good. I loved looking at Cristabal as he fucked me so later when he did me a third time, very early in the morning, he did me the same way..... on my back so we could look at each other's face. He did deep, slow thrusts for a long time and it was the perfect erotic experience.....no hurry, just that juicy sexy feeling that you hope will go on forever. But eventually there is an impossibly fabulous feeling in your groin and the ensuing climax totally overwhelms every nerve ending in your body and you try to take in as much of it as possible. Nothing in life feels as good. The third climac in six or seven hours didn't generate a great deal of spunk for me or Cristobal, but all the sensations are pretty much the same as our earlier climaxes. Nothing before in my life has ever felt as good as being fucked by Cristobal. I've never felt as close to another person either. Not even with Tyler, but of course Tyler and me never had sex together. Having consensual sex...wanting it and happily letting someone fuck you is obviously a very personal, private experience between two people and it created a closeness with Cristobal I'd never felt with anyone before.. The affection we felt for each other was in the air all around us. We didn't talk of love......we both knew that it was too soon for real love to have developed between us, but there was that very real afftection there. We really, really, really liked each other. The odd fact is that if I hadn't had that trip off the curb and sprained my ankle we never would have had the opportunity to spend those hours together in my room . Prior to me tripping, neither Cristabol nor me ever gave a thought of going back to my hotel room. Cris had to help me get there after my trip and the sprained ankle .....I couldn't get there without help. Once in the room together everything just fell into place. So, that is really the "trip" in my High School Senior Class Trip that I'll always remember the most.....the trip I had on the trip. Cristobal had told me when we were in the bathtub together that he would be traveling in Europe most of the summer. The European trip was sponsored by the University and had been planned for way back in January. It was paid for in advance and there was no getting out of it even if he wanted to..... which he didn't want to anyway. It's just that we wouldn't be able to see each other until the Fall when I started my Freshman year at the University. Cris and I were the same age......he was one year ahead of me in college because I had stayed out of the eight grade that year after Tyler's death. After that early morning fuck we had both quickly fallen back to sleep. I'd wrapped my arms and legs around Cristobal and went right back to sleep. When I woke up a few hours later Cris was in the bathroom showering. I pulled his pillow over to me and sunk my face into it to smell his unique special smell. Cris came out of the bathroom all shiny clean wearing a pair of my socks and a pair of my boxer shorts. He put the T shirt and jeans he wore yesterday back on and came over to the bed. We hadn't said a word while he was dressing, but we kept looking at each other,. Cristobal finally said, "Parting is such sweet sorrow, Oliver. What the hell does that mean anyway? Listen, I wish I had the right words to say to you but I'm not much good at this. Just let me say that in the short time I've had to get to know you it's become obvious to me that you are a very special person and I want to continue to get to know you better and better. I've had sex with only three boys...you being the third, Oliver. You mean ten times more to me than the other two put together. You and me have something together that is extra special, unique.... please don't forget me. I can't wait until the Fall when I'll be back here at the University with you. I can't wait to see your cute face and kiss you again." He bent down and kissed my forehead and held the kiss for a while. I had the stutters again when I tried to speak and Christobal put his finger gently on my two lips and went.."Shhhh, don't say anything, Oliver. You'll have me crying again. I know how you feel about me and it's right back at you. Kiss me goodbye, Oliver.......and remember, goodbye doesn't have to mean forever..... and with us it doesn't. It means we'll see each other in a few months." We kissed a sweet kiss and he walked out the door without looking back. I lay there hugging his pillow thinking that dreams do come true....and for the first time in as long as I can remember I was looking forward to all my tomorrows too. the end fiction by Donny