Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2007 14:08:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE  (The Roommate)       by Donny Mumford

Driving back from Frankie's I was feeling  fabulous
.....and sad too.  Fabulous because Frankie finally
had sex with me.  As a matter of fact, he did it
twice.  I've dreamed about him doing me but I never
was sure it would happen, and then it happened so
completely unexpectedly ....a most totally wonderful
surprise.  Well, to be honest, I helped it along at
first, but it was a surprise just the same.  Of
course, the sad parts comes into the picture because
of our uncertain future together.  I have no idea how
much time I'll get to be with him in the coming
months.   So, I feel real sad about that....

It's all part of growing up I guess, learning to deal
with separations and disappointments.  I told myself,
"get tougher, Oliver!"  And, a good place to start
showing some toughness would be to avoid crying....
which I felt like doing.  For Christ sake,  I'm much
too old to be crying everytime something isn't going
exactly the way I want it to.   I pulled into a
shopping center's parking lot to try and chill out and
have a smoke.  Saying goodbye is a bitch. Love
hurts....don't let anybody tell you something
different.

Damn! I know I'm going to miss him so much.  I can
still smell Frankie on my arms from hugging him around
his neck.  I can taste his saliva and I can feel some
of his wetness on my bottom from the second time he
did me.  I bet I have a wet spot  on the seat of my
favorite cargo shorts right now.  Maybe I'll hide
these so Mom can't wash them.   Ha ha,  I can wear
them when I'm at college with Frankie's dried cum
making them stiff.

Oh, fuck! I love him so much I feel dizzy....or maybe
it's the cigarette.   The dizziness made me sick to my
stomach so I got out of the Mini and I did some dry
heaves, but no puking.  A fat man in a car three
parking spots away stared at me.  He probably thought
I was drunk.  I wish I was.  Emotionally exhausted, is
what I was ..... some sleep would be nice.  A few
tears had dripped out of my eyes...embarrassing is
what it was.  Drying my eyes on my arm again and when
that didn't work,  pulling my cum-stained T shirt up
to use it too.  My tears dried up with me chastising
myself for being such a baby....nineteen year old guys
don't act like this.  One last wipe with the back of
my forearm and I pulled back out into the traffic.

Now I felt totally beat-up.  Traffic was heavy and the
drive took longer than usual.  When I got home the
house was mercifully empty and what a pleasant
surprise that was..... I crashed on the couch falling
asleep almost immediately.  Some time later my Mom and
Dad woke me up for dinner, with concerned looks on
their faces asking me if I was OK .....I never even
heard them come home.  I backed out of the room
assuring them I was fine as I hustled up to my room to
change my cum stained shorts.  Jeez...that was close.

After dinner we loaded the cars with my clothes,
computer, TV, books and lots of other stuff...... some
of the stuff my parents insisted I take with me is
totally unnecessary and dorky.  An example of that is
the pile of big, fat, fluffy towels I'd carried out
and dumped in the back seat of my car.  No one else in
college has big fluffy towels, but with my seriously
misguided parents it's best to just endure the
madness.  They know best....they think.  It's a burden
on me, but they have plenty of good qualities too.
Unfortunately being "cool" is not among those
qualities.

After a good nights sleep we started out very early
the next morning.  It was a five hour drive for me.
My parents would take somewhat longer.  Thankfully I
get to drive my car..... and they get to drive their
car.  That works out nicely thank you very much.
Actually, me driving to college is a major big deal
and initially I didn't think I'd be allowed.  Freshman
living in dorms aren't normally permitted to have a
car.  I had to apply for an "Assistance-Group"
exception before I could get a sticker to park my car
on campus.

The "Assistance Group"  is a very old official campus
organization with a mission of providing free
assistance to incoming freshman.   I'm now a member of
this "do-gooder" group which makes me an "Ass. Group"
or "Ass. kissing Group" member as some students like
to refer to us. Being a member is an easy way to get
two credits each year toward your degree, but you
normally have to kiss some falculty member's ass to
get admitted.  I didn't even know about  that when I
applied, I just wanted a parking pass for my car.

The Ass. Group members  might be asked to assist in
any one of a hundred ways.   Maybe I'll be an aid to
someone who needs help getting around...a student on
crutches perhaps or a blind student, God forbid.  Or
maybe I'll have to chauffeur someone to doctors
appointment or ..... anything really, hell, I don't
know...  a student needs assistance, I'm their boy.
Hey, I don't know that much about it really.   I also
have no idea why I was admitted to the group and I
really don't much care either.   I've never been much
of a "joiner"  but I really needed to have that car
with me.  How else would I get to see Frankie and the
twins and Alexander and stuff like that?  So, no
problem dude, sign my ass up for...whatever.

The University of Pennsylvania is inside the city
limits of Philadelphia so there aren't any rolling
hills or expansive lawns on campus.  There is a lot of
cement and black-top and a lot of brick and ivy and
old buildings.  Even without beautiful grounds and
even though I had that unique "getting lost with
Ryjohn" experience in the nearby projects last Spring,
I still liked the inter-city atmosphere a lot.  The
energy and excitement of big city life plus the
atmosphere of a major Ivy League university all
wrapped-up together.  I liked everything about
it.....right from the first time I was here.

After arriving on campus I had to wait forty-five
minutes for my dad and mom to arrive.  Dad drives
agonizingly slow.  Pretending I was a recent arrival
myself, I told Dad, "I haven't had time to scope out
the reception and admissions area, but I believe it's
down this street so just follow me".  Mom smiled
proudly at me,  but my Dad made a sarcastic face like
he knew I was full of "it".....and, of course, I was.
I'd had plenty of time to drive around and find-out
where we should go.... hell, like I said, I've been
here for forty-five minutes.

Registering was tedious...that's the best thing I can
say about it.  We wouldn't be starting classes for two
days, but there are orientation meetings freshman must
attend.   That still leaves a lot of free time for me
to get reacquainted with the campus.   As part of
registration I was assigned my dormitory building and
my room so off we went to have a look at my room and
unpack the cars.  When we got there I was very happy
about both the dorm and the room.   I immediately
thought about Cristobal's dorm from last spring and
right off it was apparent how much better my dormitory
is then his.

Better because my dormitory was centrally located,
near all the main classroom areas, dining rooms,
recreation facilities etc.  But, by far, the number
one reason my dorm was better is it offered a private
bathroom for each of the rooms on the first floor.
And,  my room was on the first floor.  No waiting for
elevators, but much more importantly ...no community
bathing and shitting and such.  On the wall next to my
front door a 3X5 card had been taped.  On it, written
in big block letters,   "NICKERSON/GALLO".   I now
knew the name of my roommate, but that's all I know
about him.

Like all the dorm rooms, ours has twin beds, two desks
and a bookcase.  Our bathroom is odd because it has
all those fat chrome bars for a handicapped person....
maybe my roommate is handicapped.  I hope not for his
sake.... and for my sake too.  Dad and Mom looked at
the room and said, "Small, isn't it?"  I gave them an
annoyed look..... they just don't get it.  We moved my
stuff in from  the cars without much sweat.  Jeez, I
wondered if the luck of getting this dorm is just
another part of the lucky streak I've been on lately.
 It's awesome in any case.  We finished unloading and
still no sign of my roommate so off we go to eat.  I
was starved.

We had lunch off campus and then we toured the
University grounds, endlessly it seemed..... finally
my parents were ready to head back home and by then I
was quite anxious for them to be on their way.  I told
them it's best to get back home before dark because
Dad doesn't like driving at night.  The goodbye was
quick...some awkward hugs and kisses.  My brother
Christian has left home...and now me.  I felt really
bad for my folks, honestly I did.  The bottom line is
that they are wonderful, caring parents, but I wanted
desperately to be on my own.  Plus,  I had that  "Ass
Kissing Group" meeting at 3pm in the library to deal
with.

The folks pulled away waving goodbye with one hand and
wiping at their eyes with the other.  When they turned
at the corner I breathed a sigh of relief and headed
for the library and my meeting.  I was anxious to get
this "group" nuisance over with.... and I was dying
for a cigarette. The folks don't know about my
recently acquired nasty habit, but a college student
should smoke, don't ya think.  Fortunately Frankie had
taught me how, more or less.

Puffing away while walking toward the library I
couldn't help but hope my luck would hold up as far as
any kind of Group assignment goes.   I'd much rather
just be "on call"....assuming they have something like
that.  And, of course,  I was still worrying about my
roommate.  This has been an area of concern for me on
and off all summer.  The dread of getting an asshole
for a roommate is huge.   I have no choice in the
matter of course.  Freshman year we have a roommate
assigned... period.  I did fill out a questionnaire
about my likes and dislikes so they do try to match
kids up with similar interest when possible.  That
questionnaire is OK as far as it goes, but it doesn't
address the "asshole" factor so I still need to get
lucky.  First the great dorm room and now, please! a
great roommate.

There are only twenty Freshman in the "Ass kisser
Group" each year so it is kind of an exclusive group.
 This year all but three of the members were girls.
The falculty member in charge said everyone was going
to get some kind of assignment .... so, obviously,
I'm going to have to do more than be "on call" like I
was hoping for.    An older no nonsense woman with a
hairy mole on her chin was passing out these
assignments and giving instructions with each one.
As each kid got their assignment he or she went on
their way.   Finally it was just me and the old lady.
She said, "OK, well....you must be Oliver Nickerson.
Right?"  I nodded my head and she went on to explain
that my assignment entailed the biggest commitment of
this semester...a big responsibility.  I smiled,
nodded my head again,  and thought, "Oh shit!".

My roommate was my assignment.  He's a boy in a
wheelchair who had been in a car accident and I was to
be his care giver.  The old lady said I'd received
this assignment because I'm the only one out of all
the kids who applied for admission to the group that
checked off the "yes" block on the application for....
"able to provide extensive care giving".  Well hell,
I'd checked every block because I was desperate to
bring my Mini Cooper to college and getting in that
god damn Ass Kissing Group was my only hope.  I mean,
what are the odds some Freshman's going to need
"nursing" care?  God damnit!  I have no luck.

Calming myself down I realize that if I wanted to stay
in the program this wheelchair kid is my baby.  Plus,
thinking about it, how much assistance could he need?
Well, quite a bit I find out as the old lady, with me
staring at the goddamn mole,  went on to explain.
For one thing, he had to be fed because both his
elbows were broken in the accident.  They were in hard
casts.  He also had a broken kneecap which was the
reason for the wheelchair.  Hmmmm, now that I re-think
this it does sound like a lot of trouble .

On the other hand, I rationalized, how long does it
take for bones to heal...six weeks?  I get to keep my
car here the entire year no matter if my Group duties
are completed in six days or six months.  The old lady
said this would be my only commitment for the year.
What the hell, it could have been worse I guess, but
still I wanted to kick myself in the ass for checking
off every freaking block on that application.  I
hadn't even read them, just put a check in each one.
Well anyway, now I know why I was accepted in the
group so quickly.

Walking over to my dorm it dawned on me that the
fabulous dorm and room location were undoubtedly a
result of wheelchair-boy too.   It had nothing to do
with my luck.   Right, if it weren't for bad luck I'd
have no luck at all.  I was feeling sorry for myself
again.  Please dear God,  don't let this wheelchair
kid be a fatso or a ball buster or a dick head.  Six
weeks of being a primary care giver was starting to
seem like a bigger deal with each step I took toward
my dorm.  I lit up another cigarette nervously
worrying about the mess I'd gotten myself into this
time.  My needy wheelchair roommate should be in the
room by now for sure.    I'll soon know what kind of
kid I have to deal with.

It didn't take me long to walk to the dorm and I was
nervous when I got there so I stood outside and had
yet another cigarette wishing my brother was around.
Just to pump up my confidence and give me some advise,
not for anything sexy.   Finally, I go in the front
door of the dorm and turning two steps to my left
and... ta da... my room.  The 3X5 card with our two
names printed in block letters was still there.
Popping a couple of breath mints in my mouth I stared
at his name...... GALLO.  Italian?

My hand on the door knob ready to turn it, with
trepidation,  thinking.. "good guy or asshole?"   I
opened the door slightly and hear the unmistakable
sound of a long rumbling fart....what the?   Sticking
my head tentatively around the edge of the door and
there sits this bean pole of a kid in a wheelchair,
leaning to one side with one buttocks lifted off the
seat straining out this five or six second fart.  He
doesn't see or hear me because his concentration is
totally fixated on that fart.  His eyes and mouth
squeezed tightly shut as the motorboat sounding fart
rumbles out of his asshole.  As the first fart
runs-down he takes in a big breath and forces out a
short blast of follow-up flatulence and then relaxes
against the back of his chair, a look of relief on his
face.  I continued to stare with my mouth hanging open
as the fart cloud envelopes me and that horrid
sulfur/fart smell overwhelms my senses.  I go, "Holy
shit,  gross!".

The bean pole whips his head around with a face as red
as an apple and says, "I'm so sorry, but it's a
condition I have.  Are you Oliver?  Where ya been,
man?  I need to go to the bathroom bad!"  I stuttered,
"We wel well then, ga go ahead and go."  I said that
as my brain was trying to make sense of this
situation.  He had a cast on both arms that covered
the lower part of his bicep, his elbow and the upper
half of his forearms.  There was a short metal rod
connecting between the cast on each forearm to a
contraption on his chest that hung over his shoulders.
 The cast were set so that his arms bent in toward
each other.  I found out later this was to allow him
to use his lap top computer, but that's all it allowed
him to do.  The rods prevented any other movement of
his arms.  He had no way to touch his head ....or his
crotch or his back side.  My brain went, "Oh,
noooo...."

The kid got a humiliated look on his face when I'd
stuttered, "Go ahead" and he mumbled, "I can't go by
myself.  You need to help me."  I thought......well
obviously I'm fucked-over-good this time.   Poo poo
boy looked so pathetic though that I took pity on him
and said, "Oh, yeah.. ...sorry.  I wasn't thinking."
I rolled his wheelchair in the bathroom which, as I
said,  was all set up for a handicapped individual,
but not for the way my roommate was handicapped.   He
could hobble up off the chair on his one good leg and
collapse on the toilet seat, but he couldn't pull down
his pants, aim his dick or wipe himself when he went
poop.  Couldn't pull his pants up when he was done
either.

I felt sorry for the kid,  but this whole deal seemed
like it was way more than just assisting someone who
needs a little help.  This seemed like a fucking full
time job that should be undertaken by someone who is
trained for it.  I was mumbling to myself various
things along those lines when he says, "Please, I'm
going to pee my pants.  Help me get on the toilet. "
I'm like, "Oh..yeah" and I awkwardly try to help him
over to the toilet, him hopping on one leg.  I pull
down his pants with one hand and with the other hold
him around his waist so he can balance himself on that
one good leg.  Then, with his pants down, I lower him
to the toilet seat.

He immediately starts to pee but it's firing off to
the side and some of the piss spray began coming out
between the rim of the toilet and the toilet seat.
"Oh,  you need to adjust my penis, please....".  I go
"huh?" and then "Oh, yeah" and reaching down I
straightened it out so the piss stream hits the inside
of the toilet bowl.  What the fuck, I decided to hold
onto his dick till he was done his pee.  Nice
dick....uncut, about 6 1/2 inches soft.  Then another
hissing-sounding fart from bean poll's ass, followed
by a long poop.  "Fuck!"  I grunt,  as I walk out of
the bathroom.   I hear a pathetic, "I'm really sorry"
behind me.

Well, this sucks!  I put my head out the front door
for some fresh air.  Jesus, how am I ever going to do
this?  In less than a minute I hear, "I'm done,
Oliver."  Reluctantly I go back in the bathroom and
see  him trying his best to twist around and bend down
at the same time, hoping to flush the toilet by
hitting the lever with the bottom part of his elbow
cast.  I say, "What the fuck?' and  push the lever to
flush the offensive material away forever.  "I'm
sorry" he says.

All I can do is shake my head while helping him lean
into me, balanced on his one leg again, and using a
lot of toilet paper,  I wipe his ass three times with
him grimacing and grunting .....undoubtedly because of
the rash in his buttock crack.  Flushing the toilet a
second time and pulling up his pants I guide him to
sit back in the wheelchair.  As I'm washing my hands I
hear.  "Thank you so much, Oliver.  I really had to
go."  I say, "It was nothing.  Chill, dude."   Pushing
him back to our room I'm thinking...Ok, what the hell,
at least let me take the time to look him over and
maybe get some fun out of this.  I've been a
boy-watcher since I was about ten years old.  Love to
look for cute aspects in a guy's face.  ....  wouldn't
it be a pisser if he's gay?".

Back in our room now, he sat there in his wheelchair
staring at me as I sat at in a desk chair evaluating
his "looks".  Skinny as a bean poll, like I said.  He
isn't as tall as I initially thought, probably not
much taller than my 5'9".  Olive complexion with dark
blue eyes and black shaggy hair.  A few minor, random
pimples on his chin.  His nose was definitely going to
be too big if it continued to grow, but for now, it
being a little too big for his face struck me as kind
of cute.  He's very young and innocent looking.  Hard
to believe he's even old enough to go to college.

I guess overall he's handsome, but his face was
unremarkable in any one particular area.  Everything
went together OK though.  Actually, on second thought,
 his eyes do qualify as remarkable after all.  They
were not only big and a very dark blue, but they
shined with a lot of warmth.  Narrow, dark eyebrows
over fairly long black eyelashes.  Now that I looked
more closely, he has stunning looking eyes.  He had an
obvious humble way about him too, sitting there
patiently with an open look on his face, his lips
slightly parted ...and brilliantly white teeth.  He
seems very likable.    I decided I'd stick it out and
help him as best I could....it might be fun giving him
a bath, for example.  See, sometimes I can be an
optimist.

"What's your name, dude?" I asked.  "Joey Gallo.
Weren't you expecting me?"  I explained I'd seen his
last name on the card outside our door, but that I'd
just now come directly from the Ass. Group meeting
where I'd been informed I'd be taking care of him.
Pointing at the file on the desk that I'd carried in
with me I said, " I haven't had a chance to read about
you yet.  I've known about  you, in a general sense,
for the last ten minutes.... that's all".   He told me
he'd read some about me from the paper work he'd
received earlier.  He wanted to know if I had run into
his mother who went off looking for me some time ago.


Apparently she'd been under the impression I was to be
here at one o'clock, taking over Joey's care then.
Looking puzzled I said,  "I can't imagine where she'd
gotten that idea". He shook his head and sort of
sighed saying, "My mother can be problematic at times,
very stern too...pushy even.  She scares some people
to tell ya the truth."  Then he did a small, nervous,
pretend laugh and averted his eyes.  I did my pretend
cough.

He went on to tell me she had been to see her plastic
surgeon earlier in the day and gotten her regular
treatment of Botox injections so her face is stiff and
sore which just adds to the frustration she always
seems to feel.  He said, "life is a challenge for
Mother, or maybe life in general just pisses her off.
Me being in this condition just about put her over the
top.  I know she's thrilled I'll be out of her hair
now....and into yours."  Joey looked up at me with a
worried look as soon as he said that.  He wanted to
see if I'd be upset, I guess.  I gave him a half
hearted smile.

He spoke in a quiet voice, not so much shy as humble,
like I mentioned earlier.  As much as his words, his
demeanor.... you know, his body language, the way he
spoke and his sincere expression made me realize how
vulnerable he must feel...how very dependent on me, a
total stranger, he is. For some reason, a strange
nurturing feeling came over me and now I actually did
want to protect him and take care of him.

I felt even worse for him when he told me about his
accident, which happened almost a month ago.   He'd
been driving his Mustang convertible with his best
friend riding shotgun.  They were goofing around, not
paying enough attention and their car rear-ended a UPS
truck that pulled out in front of them.  It caused
Joey's car to swerve out of control crashing into a
fire hydrant.  Neither of the boys were wearing their
seat belts.  Joey flew out of the car, hitting his
head on the top of the windshield and landed
unconscious on his elbows and one knee, all three
joints were cracked.   He also has internal injuries
from his gut connecting with the steering wheel on his
unfortunate trip over the windshield.  This was
causing him some bloating and blockage ...hence a lot
of farting.

When his best friend flew out of the car and landed on
the pavement he broke his neck and died instantly.
Joey began crying when he said that and, thinking
about Tyler,  I got up to try and console him.   Joey
didn't want to be comforted though.  Blubbering now,
"No, please...it's OK.  I'm dealing with it myself,
internally.  I'd rather have it that way.  Mostly it
was the worst fucking bad luck...just a fucking
fraction of a second difference in the speed of my car
or the speed of the UPS truck and we don't even touch.
 Eric, by friend, was doing some grab ass with me and
I took my eyes off the road for a second and the shit
hit the fan...so ta speak.  I can't put into words how
sorry I am about it all.  I wish to God I could tell
Eric that."

Joey gave me more details as his crying died down...
it was horrifically sad.  Youthful deaths are the
hardest to get over I think.  Not only my personal
failure to deal with Tyler's ridiculous accident, but
all the other heartbreaking stories everyday on the
news about some young kid getting kidnapped or raped
or murdered or killed in some kind of accident...our's
is a scary and dangerous world!  The heartbreak and
heartache...beyond words, Joey's right about that. I
lit up another cigarette because it was stressful
listening to this.  Joey said, "Oh my God, can I have
a drag?"  We shared the cigarette with me taking a
drag and then holding it up to Joey's lips for him to
take one too.  He "lipped" the filter with each drag
he took and I tasted his saliva while thinking about
Frankie's spit and my dick started to get hard.

Then, all of a sudden,  I'm thinking, "Joey and Eric
are grab ass buddies?  Hmmm?"  Oh man, I know.....this
is just wrong.  Sometimes I hate how insensitive I can
be.   I hit my forehead to try and get my brain
working on something besides gay sex.  Concentrate on
this poor kid and his sorrow and his sad situation.
And the situation you're in too ya knucklehead...
that's what I said to myself.  Joey was so polite and
apparently without a big ego, it gave me a guilty
conscience to let my mind wander to sex.  "Try to
focus" I yelled at myself...inside my head, as I put
the cigarette out in the toilet.

Just spending the last fifteen minutes with him I
could tell that Joey was the kind of kid that had been
popular in High School.  Not a leader, but they'd be
very few classmates who would have anything negative
to say about Joey Gallo.  He was a real unassuming,
go-getting, go-along,  positive thinking kind of kid,
but very introspective too.......keeping things that
trouble him inside.  Over the next few months he
described his guilty conscience and grief over the
death of his friend, but he was never looking for
sympathy....he was a realist about the accident.
Joey handled his sadness and loss much better than I'd
handled mine with Tyler, but he was a lot older when
his accident occurred and therefore more mature.  None
the less, I admired him for moving on in a positive
way to the degree he had.

He has a pleasant sounding, youthful voice and he
wanted to talk.  I didn't mind listening as I stared
at him and marveled at his ever improving looks.  He
told me he'd been in a gymnastic club with his friend
Eric for the past five years and this past summer he'd
been recruited to be on the University's gymnastic
team.  The gymnastics coach and some of his team
mates, to be supportive, had emailed Joey when they
heard of the accident.  They wanted Joey to know he
was still on their team and they'd be rooting for his
full recovery and stuff like that.  Also, they'd be
picking him up each day for practice even though all
he could do right now was observe.  This was something
Joey was very much looking forward to.  He got excited
talking about the gymnastic  stuff and I saw his cute
little grin for the first time.... sweet.

Joey Gallo and me really got along easily and it was
one of those deals where you feel you've know someone
for years even though you just met the person.  I'd
begun to notice more about the body on this kid too.
He was a bean poll, but a very fit bean poll.  Well,
fuck...a gymnast with a fit body!  Duh!    The subtle
muscle definition I could see in his otherwise thin
arms and legs, I mean the parts not hidden inside the
plaster casts was eye candy to me and it was
intriguing to think of the rest of his body.  I
started thinking more and more about that bath when
just then the door banged open behind me..... in came
Mrs Gallo and she was not happy.  Joey said, "Hello,
Mother".

Ignoring Joey, she pointed at me and with a snarl in
her voice, she asked "Are you the Nickerson boy?"   I
nodded and stood up as I was saying.  "Yes, Ma'am.
Oliver Nickerson.  Nice to meet you."  Mrs Gallo was a
tallish woman with a red, sharp featured face.  With
her reddish hair and that pointed face of hers, my
first impression was that she looked like a
woodpecker.  Joey obviously takes after his father's
side of the family... or else he's adopted.   Mrs
Gallo stood stiffly very straight as she lectured me,
"I've wasted half the afternoon looking for you and I
can't tell you how frustrated I am at this moment.
You were very late getting here and that's a big
problem because I have no intention of leaving the
care of my invalid son to someone who isn't dependable
and ...."

At that point joey cut her off with, "Mother, it isn't
Oliver's fault.  He didn't even know about me till a
half hour ago."  Mrs Gallo transferred her stare from
me to Joey.  She didn't move her body, but her eyes
had gone flat and gray likes stones.  With that same
snarl in her voice that she'd used on me she said,
"Joseph, don't ever interrupt me when I'm speaking."
Joey looked away and mumbled, "Sorry, Mother."  She
quickly walked over and sat on Joey's bed muttering
something under her breath.  Something about Joey's
father that I couldn't quite make out.  It looked as
though she was trying to frown too, but the Botox
injections prevented her face from moving.

Giving up on the frown she turned her attention back
to me and demanded, "Is that right?  You just found
out about Joseph a half hour ago."  I told her exactly
what happened at the meeting.  It appeared for a
moment there that she didn't believe me, but then she
said, "OK".  She told me she'd give me another chance,
but she clearly wasn't happy about things in general.
"Now,  about what you need to do for Joseph", she
said, and then.... counting off the items by hitting
the palm of her hand with the index finger of her
other hand and her woodpecker head nodding up and down
with each point, she gave me a detailed list of
instructions for the care of Joseph...er, Joey.

She informed me that Joey and I had the same courses
and I'd be responsible for getting him to class on
time "each and every day, mister".  Also, that he had
medication that needed to be taken precisely at six
hour intervals and his skin under the shoulder braces
must be massaged morning and night to prevent the skin
from......  On and on she went.... I stopped
listening.  When she ran our of breath she rummaged
through her briefcase and came up with computer
print-outs of the instructions she'd just given me
verbally.

Joey looked as if he were in pain all through her
recitation.  I was kind of fascinated at the gall of
this bitch.  I was doing them all a great favor.....
for free.... and she still insisted on giving me a
bunch of shit about it. Go figure that out.  She
abruptly got up off Joey's bed and said, "I'm very
late due to this screw-up that you two are partially
responsible for."  Joey and I looked at each other
with expressions on our face like, "say what?".  She
picked-up the briefcase and her over-sized purse and
said, "I was going to take you both out for dinner,
but that's not possible now.  Running all over the
campus looking for you, Arthur, put me way behind
schedule."  Joey and me gave each other that look
again.   Arthur?

Mrs Gallo made a face she probably thought was a smile
and said to me, "Don't look so frightened Arthur, my
bark is worse than my bite."  Joey said, "Excuse me
Mother, but it's Oliver."  She tried for a confused
look and said, " Oliver who,  Joseph?"  Then she gave
Joey a kiss on the top of his head that caused her
pointed nose to twitch.   Looking at the nose I
wondered, "More plastic surgery?"   She said goodbye
and warned us she'd be checking up on us....we could
count on that.  The last thing from Mrs Gallo was
directed at me, "Joseph needs his hair
shampooed.....and I mean today, Arthur.  I suggest you
get to work on that right now.  Don't fuck-up boys!
I'll be watching."  The door slammed behind her.

Joey looked over at me and shrugging his shoulders he
said,  "Sorry bout that, Oliver.  We can pick our
nose, but we can't pick our family."  I was glad to
see Joey could make a joke out of his mother's bizarre
behavior.  I said, "Well actually Joseph, at the
moment you can't pick your nose either.  You're double
fucked, dude"  He has a nice laugh and it made me
smile at him.  "Do you want your hair shampooed?" I
asked him.  Joey said he'd like that very much.   His
mother, he told me,  couldn't abide doing anything
that involved touching a dirty part of the human body,
unless the human body was hers'.  "Mother hired a
nurses aid to come in twice a day for three hours each
morning and evening to take care of my hygiene
concerns"    Joey explained, "but the poor old woman
she hired didn't have her heart in the job at all.
She sucked at it, actually".

"Extremely awkward situation," Joey summed it up.  "My
humiliation was great the first week or so, but what
could I do?   Bodily functions don't care if I'm
humiliated or not."  I asked how much longer for the
hard casts and he told me the bad news, ten more
weeks.  I said, "Fuck.  Let's not think about it.
Into the bathroom for a shampoo and then dinner at the
University's dining hall #3.  OK?"  "Thanks, Oliver.
Someday I'll pay you back, man, I promise you!"  I
said, "Sure you will."

I wheeled him into the bathroom and he told me how the
old nurse did the shampoo routine with him.  She put a
chair up against the sink, leaning back with the front
legs off the floor and got him in that chair facing
away from the sink.   His head back, over the sink.
So, using his desk chair, that's what we did except I
folded a hand-towel to put under his neck for comfort.
 "Hey, that's nice, Oliver.  Wonder why the old nurse
never thought of that."  I said, "I have no fucking
idea, Sport."

This being a handicapped appointed bath there were a
number of extra items available and one of them was a
rubber tube with a shower nozzle on one end..the other
end attached to a spigot.  I used that to wet and
rinse Joey's hair.  His shirt was soaked before we
were done, but it was my first time trying that whole
shampoo deal.  I didn't mind his dirty hair, I like
boys quite a lot...even straight boys, which I was
just about positive Joey is.  I like touching boys..
their hair or whatever.

I also thought of Alexander messing with guys' hair
every day as his job, cutting and shampooing and what
all else, who knows.... and getting paid for it too.
Actually, shampooing Joey's hair made me feel good
because I was helping him feel better and, I don't
know, I'm probably goofy, but I loved messing around
with his hair.  Joey couldn't thank me enough though
and that made me feel slightly guilty because, hell, I
was having fun.   I almost said.....  Dude, I'm gay!
I like doing this with a hot boy like you.  Then I
felt shallow for having a smart-ass thought like that.
 Joey was being sincere in his "thanks you" ... I need
to be less 'flip' and more sincere, like Joey.


I massaged his scalp and shampooed Joey's hair for
fifteen minutes and he got so relaxed he dozed off.  I
swear to God...he fell asleep and his head listed to
the side.  I had to say, "Dude, hold your freaking
head up".  Joey went, "Wha? Huh?" and then his easy
laugh again.  Jeez, I really like him.  After rinsing
his hair until every bubble of shampoo was accounted
for and then towel drying it and then blow drying
it....well, now I could see that Joey has great hair.
He said his head felt wonderfully clean for the first
time since the accident.

I got him out of his wet shirt.  His specially made
shirts zippered up both sides and then under both
short sleeves.   The front half and the back half of
the shirt were connected at the mock turtle neck and
across the top of the shoulders and sleeves.  When I
unzipped both sides of his shirt and slipped it over
his head his tight, smooth torso was all I
saw.......so hot-looking I had to stare.  Then,
realizing he was looking at me staring at him, I did a
fake cough and made myself look away.

What an excellent thin, tight body.  Oh my goodness,
I'd never seen a body that toned.  Not gaudy looking
though, it looked perfect and smooth.  His stomach had
small ripples of muscles under the skin and that's
with him just sitting there, he wasn't flexing or
anything.  Not so cool, however,  were his
"pits".....they reeked,  and they reeked in a bad
way....not like my girl friend's hot little brother,
Myers.  Myers' BO was unique and sexy, at least it was
for me.  Joey's BO just smelled like bad BO.  I said,
"Dude, you ever hear of deodorant?  It's this new
invention ya might want to consider."  Joey said his
favorite two words, "I'm sorry."  Then he nodded his
head toward a small satchel and said, "My toiletries
are in the bag over there, but I can't put my
deodorant on myself.   Fuck, I can't do anything for
myself."   It sounded like he was on the verge of
blubbering again.

Well, didn't I feel like a complete prick now!  Damn!
 Giving Joey a smile so he'd know I understood,  I dug
out his bag of bathroom stuff and got out his
deodorant.  Trying to cover-up my inconsiderate
remark, I told him, "I know ya can't,  Joey.  I was
just breaking your balls....just kidding with you."
After rubbing some of his deodorant  under each of his
arms.... now he smelled like Brut.  That made me yearn
for the BO again.  No, just kidding.  But, in my head
I was making real plans for Joey's bath now, no more
joking around about that.  Putting one of his
specialty shirts over his head and zipping up both
sides while saying, "We OK,  Joey?  You're not mad at
me are you?"  He said, "Not likely, Oliver.  You're my
hero, man."    I ruffled his hair, that comment made
me feel good.

It was a beautiful early evening in Philly as I pushed
Joey's wheelchair toward dining hall #3.  I was
feeling pretty good about myself again.  When we got
there I swiped both of our dining hall cards at the
desk and in we went.  Mostly only freshman on campus
at the moment so it wasn't very crowded.  Great
looking buffet-style food counters, smelled real good
too. Joey says, "Yum".  He asked me to get him
whatever I got for myself and that's what I did.
Fried chicken patties I could cut-up for him, mashed
potatoes and gravy, cut corn, sweet potato souffle and
a mixed salad with Russian dressing....two of
everything.  Plus, two glasses of iced tea and a straw
for Joey's.

I asked him if he minded me using the same fork for
both of us.  He didn't,  which made it simpler.  A
mouthful for me and while I chewed it, politely of
course.... with my mouth mostly closed,  I'd give Joey
a mouthful and he chewed it the same way.....we were
just two highly cultured boys, using the same fork,
eating our dinner.   I felt the stares from other kids
but Joey was obvious to it so I tried to be too.

We ate everything on our plates with almost no
talking.  Just smiles and a few gross burps and one
embarrassingly noisy fart from Joey.  He said, "Oh
God!  I'm sorry Oliver, but I can't control it."  I
said, "Don't worry about it.  Fuck the rest of the
diners if they can't take a joke."  Then I pointed at
Joey in an exaggerated manner,  while pinching my nose
so nobody would think it was me farting in dining hall
#3.  Joey got a good laugh going over that.  I didn't
notice anyone else laughing though....which, for some
reason, made me laugh till tears rolled down my face.
We enjoyed our dinner ...can't speak for any of the
others.

Both of us were stuffed as we headed on back to our
room.  Along the way I asked about a bath and Joey
said he'd been trying to work-up the nerve to ask me
to help him with one.  He hadn't had a bath in three
days.  "Well Joey, tonight's your lucky night....one
bath coming up."  In a serious way,  he said this
already was his lucky day because he'd gotten me for
his roommate.  Damn...that's nice.

Just outside our dorm I saw a familiar Mini Cooper
convertible coming down the street and I knew who the
height-challenged driver was too.   I really wanted to
talk to him so I waved and whistled and the driver
looked over once, then did a double take and pulled
over to the curb about twenty yards down from me.  I
shouted, "Davis, how ya doing dude?  ya hot shit
midget.  I'll be right down to talk to you."  He waved
back and then gave me the finger.  Laughing, I pushed
Joey into our room and told him I'd only be a minute.
He asked to sit at his desk so he could go on line and
email some people.   I got him situated and then I ran
out to talk with Davis Moore.

Davis Moore is, of course, Cristobal's roommate from
last year.... and maybe this year too for all I knew.
I'd emailed Cristobal a number of times but it kept
coming back as "undeliverable".  Anxious to find out
the news of Cristobal, I ran down to Davis' Mini, he
gave me a one arm hug.  "Oliver, how's the ankle?"
I'd met Davis last spring when I visited the
University on my Senior Class Trip.  Cristobal had
called Davis to pick us up and take us to the hospital
because he thought I'd broken my ankle,  but it was
just badly sprained.  I said, "Davis, I sprained that
fucking ankle six months ago.  It's been fine for the
last five months and three weeks at least.  A more
pertinent question is.... how many new tattoos did ya
get?"  Davis has more tattoos on his 5'3" body than
you'd think there'd be enough skin for.

We small-talked for a minute and then I asked, "You
rooming with Cristobal again?"  Davis got kind of a
look of pity on his face when he said, "Oh, shit.
Didn't Cristobal get in touch with you at all...the
entire summer?"  I shook my head and Davis said that
Cristobal was going to take a year off and attend an
art institute in France.  He fell in love with...ah,
Paris.  Davis had hesitated at the end of "He fell in
love with...." and then he looked down and said,
"Paris".  He was going to say,"a boy in France",  or
something like that, but he felt sorry for me so he
changed it.

I said, "Oh..jeez.  I'm wicked disappointed.  Ya know,
because, oh.. you know, the last thing Cristobal said
to me was...Don't forget me, Oliver.....  I sure
didn't forget him, but I guess he forgot me ."  Davis
squeezed my arm quickly and said, "I can't lie to you,
Oliver...there's a boy there too.  Cris has had too
many boyfriends for his own good.  Don't be sad,
hell....you must have to beat the cute guys off with a
stick.  If I were gay I'd be on your door step right
now."  Davis couldn't have been nicer, but damn, I
felt my eyes tearing up.  I hate that I do the wet eye
thing so easily.  I did my fake cough and sort of
turned my head away to wipe my eyes with the back of
my hand.

Davis said, "Damn that Cristobal.  He emailed me in
July that he'd fallen for this art student in Paris
and that he'd dropped out of the tour to be with this
guy.  He promised me he'd send you an email explaining
that he wouldn't be here this semester."  I'd heard
enough, I didn't need anymore explanation,  I just
wanted to drop it.   Even so, I found myself babbling
to Davis, "Cristobal and me sang together on Mall
Street, you remember, Davis?  Cris said he got more
money in his hat when we sang together than he'd ever
gotten alone.  I was hoping we'd do the singing again.
 Hell, I memorized the words to a couple of the songs
Cris sang on the mall last spring.  The last thing he
said to me that last morning we had together was he
hoped I wouldn't forget him, .......but I already told
you that... didn't I? "

Davis looked uncomfortable but he kindly said, "I
think ya did, yeah.  Cristobal is the original
free-spirit, Oliver.  He doesn't realize he hurts some
people as he goes through his privileged life, but he
actually  doesn't have a mean bone in his body.  He
just doesn't think things through all the time.
Don't think too badly of him.  He means the things he
says...when he says them, at least.   And, then
something new comes along.  I know he thought you and
he had a very special time together.  He told me that.
 He was very smitten with you...he really was"  I
pouted and said, "The key word is "was".  Great to see
ya, Davis.  I got to go.  I'm taking care of that kid
in the wheelchair you saw me with back there."

He patted my back and we told each other we'd get
together soon and have a beer.  Maybe we actually will
get together, but I doubt it.  Davis is totally
straight and whenever I see him I'll be reminded of
Cristobal and my first real love....or at least I
thought it was real love at the time.  Davis drove his
Mini Cooper away with a wave.  His Mini was the reason
I got my Mini.  When I'd gotten home after that trip
last Spring, I wouldn't stop talking about how cool
the car was and Christian picked-up on that and bought
me one as a graduation present.  Nice car, the
Mini..... You probably realize that I'm talking about
cars so I don't have to think about Cris.

But then...walking slowly back to the dorm thinking,
"OK.... obviously, no Cristobal in my life now.  My
first sexual lover has officially dumped me.  I
remembered again how sure I'd been that I was in love
with him... and maybe I was too,  who's to say I
wasn't."  Then, fuck it...I did cry.  God damn him,
this was something I've been dreaming about for almost
six months...recreating Cristobal and my night
together.  In the bath with the wine that I couldn't
stand, but pretended to like..... and all the sex that
followed ...and him saying, don't forget me...well,
you know by now what that gigolo said.

 I waited till I was done crying and my eyes felt Ok
before I went in to start Joey's bath.  My last
thoughts of Cris were childish....fuck you Cristobal
and fuck that slut French fairy boyfriend of yours.  I
got a life too you know.   Then reality again and the
truth is,  damn, I'm feeling so low and disappointed
because I really wanted to see him again and have
him...you know, make love to me.  Heading back to my
dorm, my hands in my pocket now, playing with myself a
little,  thinking about what might have been....

I walked into my dorm room with my head down and Joey
turns to look at me with a big smile on his face and
said, "Wait till I tell you this joke my friend just
emailed me."  .... and then it was deja vu all over
again because he told me the same joke my swim team
captain had whispered in my ear trying to loosen me up
for my valedictorian speech at graduation ......and
does that seems like a long time ago now.  The joke is
the one where the little boy was playing with himself
in his bath and, while holding his nuts, he ask his
mother if these are his brains.  She says, "Not yet
they're not".   Joey laughed and laughed....I tried to
laugh, but it didn't come out right.  I shivered with
the bizarre coincidence of that joke reappearing in my
life and wondered about coincidences....weird.
"What's wrong Oliver.  Your friend in the Mini gave
you bad news?  He's wicked short, isn't he?"

I shrugged and said, "I think he's five foot, three
inches but he's strong as an ox.   Then pretending it
was no big thing I said, "He just told me that someone
who I thought would be here at Penn isn't going to be.
 A little disappointing, that's all Joey.  Let me tell
you about that joke."  And I told him the story behind
me hearing it before.  Joey said, "You were
valedictorian of your high school?"  I said, "Of
course, weren't you?"  He laughed again and I asked,
"You want that bath, dude?"  He did.  I let myself get
totally involved in bathing Joey.  Frankly, it wasn't
all that hard to do...

After I'd taken off his zippered shirt and pulled down
his cutoffs, Joey told me how to disengage the rods
connecting his forearm casts to the chest apparatus
and then that apparatus came totally off his
shoulders.  He took the opportunity to exercise his
shoulder joints by twirling his arms slowly in circles
for about thirty seconds and then he loosely clasped
his hands together on his stomach so he'd move his
elbow joints as little as possible during the bath.
All he had on were his boxer shorts.  After his
rotating arms exercise I'd put a covering of water
proof plastic material on each cast, including the one
on his leg.  All three waterproof covers had tight
elastic on both ends to prevent any water from getting
inside.

Joey was very conscientious about doing whatever the
doctors had told him would help his elbow joints to
heal properly.  He wanted to be a gymnast again for
sure, but I had a feeling Joey was conscientious about
everything.  I'd had the water running in the tub
right from the start and it was more than half way
full now and nice and hot.  I pulled down his boxers
while steadying him with an arm around his waist.
Naked now, his great set of nuts and that long pretty
penis of his swung back and forth slightly.  I stared.


It was apparent that Joey was not self conscious about
being naked in front of strangers.  For over a month
his body had been in other people's control and that's
just the reality of it so he was just going with the
flow.  What choice did he have.  In my head I took
note of his very dark pubic patch and made plans to
buzz that down as soon as I dared.  Other than that,
what an extraordinary body.  I couldn't help wondering
how that olive toned skin of his penis would taste.

Then I sort of woke-up and noticed how his boxers had
been partially masking a strongish body odor from the
crotch area but, actually.....  considering it had
been three days since his last bath, he didn't smell
all that bad.  His body was a smooth tight wire.  It
felt sexy and looked all toned and fit and 100%  boy.
I purposely put the side of my face against his hard
chest with his chin hitting at the top of my head as I
held him, pretending this was part of my support for
him while he got his good leg over into the tub.  His
whole body, everything together.... what a beautiful
example of the young male form at it's very best.  I
couldn't touch enough of him to suit me.

He started to slip and I grabbed for his hip but I got
his right buttocks instead.  Jesus H Christ,  it was
like a big, hard, tight muscle...no flab at all.   I
thought to myelf, "Fuck, he could crack walnuts
between those ass cheeks of his".  I gulped and felt
dizzy thinking about my hard boner in between his
smooth, hard, muscular buttocks.  My cock began to
fill-up with blood as I made a big effort to help him
get the leg with a cast over the side of the tub.  He
made it but I had to step inside the bathtub with my
right leg, water up to my knee, in my effort to help
him sit down.

He slipped down into that hot water..."Oh my God, this
feels awesome, Oliver."  I was hoping he hadn't
noticed my pants bulging out in the front and I
stepped out of the tub backwards, awkwardly trying to
keep my crotch away from him.  I almost fell over
doing that maneuver.  Joey laughed his soft, good
natured laugh and said, "We'll probably get better at
this with practice.  Don't ya think, Oliver?" I said I
sure as shit hoped so.  Everything I said seemed to
make Joey either smile or laugh.  This kid grows on
you fast, let me tell ya.  I had to smile back at
him....God, he had the cutest, most innocent smile.
It was remarkable that someone in his helpless
condition, with the losses he's experienced,  could
demonstrate such a positive outlook.  I'd be wicked
pissed-off and mad at the world if it were me.

I got his bath sponge soaking with gel and started in
washing his neck and back...all the way down to those
muscle-bound buttocks.  Scrub, scrub, scrub.. I was
determined that he'd feel clean, with his skin
tingling, when I was done.  I did scrub, scrub, scrub
down his chest and stomach and shoulders and arms too
and then I scrubbed under his armpits extra hard.  His
head lulled against mine at times and I let my lips
slide across his forehead whenever I could.  His clean
hair was soft and I rested my cheek on the top of his
head from time to time and it was sexy for me.  None
of the bodily contact appeared to bother Joey at all.

It was so hot having this much personal bodily contact
with a straight boy and particularly a straight boy
with a body like Joey Gallo.  I thought my boner would
break as my arm helping to hold him up hugged around
his neck, then his shoulders and then on his slippery
upper body.  Very sexy.   No where on his body was he
soft or flabby... skinny muscles every where.
Flawless, satiny skin except for those few acne bumps
on his chin which I gave special attention to.  Just
the feel of his breath on the side of my face
occasionally was a turn-on.  His breath was so fresh
and clean smelling.

It all became dreamy after awhile and I began more
gentle swipes with the thick lathered sponge as I let
my mind wander to fantasize about Joey fucking me....I
thought about those strong, thin, wiry arms and legs
of his wrapped around me so tightly I couldn't move.
I envisioned his cock being somehow extra strong, like
the rest of him,  humping up my hole as he squeezed
those absurdly tight ass cheeks closed with each deep
penetration inside me.  I could just imagine being
completely immobilized as he fucked that long cock of
his in and out of me as he pleased.

Then,  with my boner dripping in my jockey shorts, I
switched it around...I fantasized my boner was up
inside his wiry body with those muscle buttocks of his
squeezing my cock as if he actually were cracking
walnuts...... and then me squealing in ecstasy as I
shot the load of my life up inside that tight, tight
hole of Joey's.  In my fantasy I heard someone moan
quietly.   When Joey said, "What's wrong, Oliver?"  I
realized I was the one doing the low moaning and that
I'd stopped bathing Joey....I was staring out in space
taking short burst of air into my lungs. "Huh?
What...oh,  ha ha ha...sorry Joey, I almost fell
asleep there.  I'm a little bit wiped-out right now
because I got up at 3:30 this morning and drove for
over five hours to get here. It's been a long day for
me, that's all."

Joey was all apologies but I pooh poohed it and got
back to scrubbing his legs and oh my...what legs they
were too.  Perfect boy's legs...just like I love to
look at and dream of touching.  I always think how I'd
like to put the side of my face against legs like Joey
has.  Feel his leg against my cheek....I don't know
why exactly, I just would love to do that and lick and
kiss his leg too.  I didn't do that of course, but I
did rub my hand over the small amount of  calf hair
Joey has, that's all the hair he had on his legs...
the rest of his legs were smooth and smoother.  The
calf muscle, when his leg was relaxed, no less, was as
hard as a rock, or as hard as my cock ...pick one.

His feet were like everything else on this kid,
perfectly formed.... like a drawing in a high school
health book.  They were kind of small,  but other than
that..perfect, no weirdly shaped toes or veins bulging
or corns or anything.  Holding his foot up out of the
water I was thinking how  I wouldn't mind sticking it
in my mouth and sucking his toes and lapping the nice
arch and then sucking on the heel.  That made me think
immediately of Frankie who is the only other boy I
ever had that foot fantasy about.  Frankie's feet are
pinkish and Joey's feet are an olive/tan  tone, both
of them with flawless skin without a single hair. Oh,
fuck!  I'm so tired now I'm getting punchy and even
goofier than I usually am.

After scrubbing his legs and feet, only his private
parts were left to do.  I went right at them with a
ton of thick gel lather on that sponge.  I scrubbed
his pubes, balls and cock energetically.  I wrapped
the sponge around his penis and pulled up the length
of that pretty penis four times and it got firmer each
time I did it.  I used my fingers covered in bath gel
to clean under the skin and all around the head of his
hardening cock.  I stuck my finger in the skin
covering the head and rubbed down around the buttom of
the head and then all over it with the ball at the end
of my finger pulling open the pee slit slightly.  I
turned my finger around and rubbed all around the
inside of the skin.  Joey with his eyes closed tight
was puffing and grunting and moaning and going, "Umm,
umm, ooh, ah, ah  oooh".  Then I pulled the shin back
off the head and rinsed it real good.

Putting my arm around his neck to keep him from
sliding down in the tub, Joey leaning his head against
mine real cosy like as I forced that sponge under him
and in between his ass crack and I scrubbed down
there.  Joey said, "Ahh ahh, oh my god that feels
awesome, Oliver.  I have a rash there and the
scrubbing is incredibly excellent.  It's like
scratching the biggest itch I ever had"  I said, "OK,
Joey.   We'll get it real clean and then put on that
ointment your mother told me about"  He nodded his
head, "yes" against the side of my face and I just
wanted to lick his forehead so badly, but I didn't.
He couldn't say anything because it simply was feeling
so good having that rash finally taken care of..... it
left him speechless.

After scrubbing his ass hole and in between his
buttocks I threw the sponge in the hamper to be washed
and pulled the tub's stopper to let the dirty water
out.  Attaching the hose with the shower nozzle head
to the spigot and then rinsing Joey's body thoroughly.
 Then refilling the tub with clean water and getting a
new sponge with a moisturizing cleaner I did his
entire body again, gently this time.  I put a lot of
effort into getting his groin cleaner than clean and
then even more effort on his ass crack between those
hard buttocks of his....... clean, cleaner,
cleanest..... cleaning his crack and his hole till you
could eat off of it.  "Mmmmmm",  Joey crooned, because
it felt so good.  "Mmmmmm", I crooned thinking about
eating off of Joey's ass.

Everything was feeling good for Joey now and he closed
his eyes and made more quiet humming sounds. It's like
when you're scratching an itch from hell, it feels so
good it gets to that point of the scratching that's
approaching ecstasy.  I let my finger slip off the
sponge while running it up and down his crack and
rubbed his hole with the tip...it slipped inside him a
tiny bit and he tightened his ring around the end of
my finger..... I felt more precum drool into my
jockeys.  Jeez, was I ever turned-on.

While he lazily had his eyes closed, a look of
pleasure on his face,  I stared at him thinking,
"damn, he's actually a very pretty boy...not just
handsome.  What could I have been thinking of earlier.
 The urge to kiss the side of his face was wicked
strong, but my common sense-will-power won out again
and I didn't do it this time either, but the urge was
strong.   The second body wash was a much quicker one
and in short order I left him soaking in the very warm
water..... I had to go outside, have a smoke and try
to get my boner to go down.

Ten minutes later, back inside,  I rinsed him off
again with the shower nozzle as the tub water drained
out for the last time tonight.  When the water level
was below his firm cock I could see it was just on the
verge of being a boner.  I said, "How ya holding-up
Joey without taking care of your soldier there?"  He
groaned and said, "I'm dying, man.  A few late night
emissions, but they are small relief. " I shook my
head and told him if it was me I'd have to find some
fucking way to spunk...I didn't know what it would be,
but it would be something.

He was quiet as I got out one of my big fluffy towels
from home that my folks insisted I bring with me to
college.  It was just right for this job.  Without
looking at me he said, "I know it's weird, but Oliver,
I swear to God I'm not queer....... but..... if you
would just jerk that thing of mine a few times and
give me some peace I'll be forever in your debt."  I
said, "Are you fucking out of your mind, dude?
Nineteen year olds do not wank each other's
puds....... unless, of course,  it's some kind of an
emergency.  Is this an emergency?"  Joey did his light
laugh again and said, "Why, yes... it is.  My pud
needs emergency wanking, this is a fucking 911
wanking."

I said, "Oh, that's a little different...I'm not
experienced in this at all as I've never jerked-off
myself, but I'll do the best I can for you" and I took
hold of his cock in my fist and started a steady jerk
off.    Right away he began moving and groaning and
then sliding down in the slippery tub so I put my arm
around his neck and held his head against the side of
my face again and continued jerking him off.   Joey
had to maintain the same position for his arms,
clasping his hands together on his stomach.  He didn't
resist having his head against mine at all and, in
fact, he nestled his head into the crook of my neck in
a comfortable position with his lips brushing against
me as he blew out bursts of air.

His boner quickly got ridiculously hard...I mean it
was a pipe!   Since he wasn't cut the skin stroked
easily up and down his hard poll.  The skin coming off
the head of his cock as I stroked down and then
covering the wet, glistening head as I stroked up.
Over and over with Joey saying his "Ah Ah Ah" again
and again.  I loved looking at that dark pink swollen
cock head with the gaping pee slit as I slid the uncut
skin on and off it.  The precum drooled out of his pee
slit with each stroke.  I wet my lips with my tongue
and swallowed hard.

I was squeezing his boner tightly while jerking him
off, my own boner, inside my boxers,  was bumping
against the outside of the tub as I knelt beside it.
He didn't last long and it's a good thing I had him
held around the neck and pressed against me because he
started humping his hips and grunting and moaning and
thrashing about..  He left a big saliva wet spot on my
neck as he moaned.   His bouncing around could have
resulted in him  cracking one of the cast against the
porcelain tub.   Whoa, it was such a turn-on holding
him against me so tight as I stroked his long sweet
boner.

I watched with fascination as the head of his seven
inch poker expanded right before my eyes and then a
magical foot long spurt of cum weakly slipped out his
pee hole with Joey going, "Eeeee'  and that was
followed by a long, hard stream of cream that
spattered up against the spigot...Joey went
"Eeeeeeeeee  Ohhhh  Ahhhhhhhh" as he fired off four
times total.  This was his first real climax in over a
month.  Just thinking about that caused more wetness
in my own pants as my pre cum ran out and soaked into
my jockey underpants.  I continued to stroke his cock
until all the cum was out of his big, round balls.

Joey couldn't talk.  He was gulping and breathing
hard.  Finally he said, "Jesus, Oliver.  How will I
ever pay you back?"  I said, "Hmmmm?  We'll see, dude.
 We'll see. "   He went on and on about how awesome I
am and how I managed to do this in a way that he
didn't  feel too, too embarrassed or awkward about....
I enjoyed hearing the praise, why not...I was proud of
myself for not whimping out about it in the first
place.    I got him out of the tub, dried off and over
to his bed..... still naked, of course.

I needed to put ointment on that chafed ass of his and
then get some clean boxers on him, but first I took a
peek at my crotch to see if there were any tell-tale
wet spots.  No pre cum spots had leaked through the
cargo shorts yet..... so,  I looked through his
toiletries kit and found a baby diaper rash ointment
labeled for Joey's rash....the one his Mother ordered
me to use.  The same one the old nurses aid had never
used.  I had Joey laying on his back with his legs up
while I put a lot of that white ointment on the inside
of his hard buttock cheeks and all along his reddened
crack.  It was a nasty looking rash that  Joey
confirmed was painful at times, especially doing a
dump...ouch, I thought.

At his hole I pushed some cream inside and my finger
slipped in up to the first joint.  Joey made a long
hissing sound.  I pulled on his hole and pushed the
cream up further and he lifted his buttocks up and
moaned.  It must have been raw up there and the cool
cream ointment was feeling so good, unless...... no,
it was just sore and now he was getting relief.  I
fingered him as long as I dared.  Naturally, with Joey
in that position, his legs up and his hole
pulsating...well, my cock was so hard I had to look
away and get a grip on myself.  The thought of sliding
my boner up between those muscular, hairless buttocks
of Joey's came over me again and I swear I felt
faint......I blinked my eyes and concentrated more on
helping Joey and less on getting horny.

When I couldn't stretch out the ointment treatment any
longer I put clean boxers on him and he lay in his bed
contentedly.  Joey said he hasn't felt this good since
the accident...not even close to this good.  I washed
my finger three times before that Desitin smell was
off.  No matter, it's worth a stinky finger to put
creme on Joey's ass.  I got him set-up at his computer
and went in to take a shower myself.

In the bathroom, with a locked door, I started the
shower so that the sound of the running water
covered-up my jerking-off and any squeals I might
make...I was very turned-on,  supernova hot by now!
Sitting naked on the closed toilet lid with my legs
straight out I fisted my cock for ninety seconds
before shooting off almost as much spunk as Joey had
shot off fifteen minutes ago.  Holy shit! I think that
squealing sound I'd just heard had come from me...
shooting off felt unbelievably good. This wasn't for
pleasure so much as it had been a necessity.... taking
care of Joey got be sizzling hot.

All that handling of Joey's body had gotten me so
horny I barely was able to get him settled without
dropping a load in my drawers....one or two more
procedures on that boy's body and I'd be cuming in my
jeans.  Then this great wack-off in the bathroom while
thinking about taking care of his naked body and oh my
goodness that had felt so good.  Damn, this nursing
deal ain't all that bad.  Of course, Joey is a real
turn-on which makes it all special.  If he was some
fatso goofy-looking nerd it probably wouldn't be fun
at all.  I had to sit on the toilet seat for a minute
after climaxing before I had the strength to get in
the shower.  Long day and plenty of excitement...  I
was beat.

As the shower water poured down on me I realized just
how tired I was.  Exhausted, actually.  The shower was
fantastic and afterwards as I brushed my teeth I
reminded myself to brush Joey's for him.... which I
did right after I finished with mine.  Then, shortly,
in bed for some much needed sleep ......Joey didn't
wear the shoulder contraption with the rods to bed,
but he still mostly slept on his back.  I made sure he
was comfortable and then got in my own bed.   Even
though it was fairly early we were both wicked tired.
We said good night and the next thing I knew the sun
was shining through our one window.  Joey was laying
in bed, looking over at me.  It was almost 9am.  WOW,
what a fabulous night's sleep.  I felt great.

To my joy,  Joey looked just as good to me this
morning as he looked to me last night.  We said good
morning and I went in to do my bathroom stuff first.
I was looking forward to taking care of Joey again.  I
could have awakened and thought, "this is simply too
much trouble", but I didn't feel that way at all.
Probably the novelty will wear off in time, but for
now this is a blast, it's fun.  As soon as I was done
with the bathroom I got Joey in there for his morning
activities.  Brushed his teeth for him again.  Help
him on the toilet again.  Held his dick while he peed.
 Wiped his ass after his poop.  Washed his hands and
face and then back on his bed laying on his stomach
this time.

According to Mrs Gallo's computer print-out sheet ....
bed sores on his back or the back of his thighs needs
ointment.  This ointment is a prescription drug with
steroids to promote healing.   Also in the
instructions, massage the shoulders where the
apparatus chafes all day long.  There's a moisturizer
for that.  These last few nursing chores where the
last ones on the list.  These, along with the evening
ones I did with Joey last night constitute my total
care-giving responsibilities and would normally all be
done in the evening, but I was too tired to finish
them last night.  Looking at the list I thought to
myself.....  I can handle this.  The rest is just
making sure he gets to where he needs to be on time
and, of course,  feeding him.

As I worked with Joey I was reminded of Daddy/Glen and
his constant demands for "docile".    Hell,  Joey was
the most docile boy anyone could ever want.  That's
probably because Joey, for the past month,  has been
forced to turn his body over to which-ever care giver
was working on him.  It was cool though that he'd
rolled this way or that.....whatever I wanted,  or
make his arm or leg limp.  He didn't give a thought to
me moving his nuts from one side to the other in
cleaning and so forth.  Joey was that "rag doll" I had
tried to be for Daddy.  Actually, that's pretty close.
 I've never played with dolls so I have zero
experience in that, but now I find myself with a real
live boy-doll to play with and I'm a fucking natural
at it.  Plus, like I've said any number of
times...it's fun.

Joey lay on his stomach this time so that I could put
the ointment on several very red spots on his back.  I
pulled his boxers down to his knees and put the salve
on three more spots high up on his thigh.  Joey made a
cooing sound when I first put the ointment on each one
as the creme soothed the rough sores.  After the creme
I massaged in an oily creme that was also a
prescription drug.  I massaged it into his skin from
his shoulders all down his back and then, even though
there was no mention of his legs, down his thighs to
the back of his knees.  This creme was white too, but
it was quickly absorbed without a trace.

The instructions hadn't said anything about massaging
his ass with the cream, but I assumed that that was
just an oversight.  I massaged his ass for three or
four minutes. Neither of us said anything, but every
minute or so Joey made a quiet moaning sound of
pleasure.  Needless to say my boner poked my boxers
straight out again....fortunately Joey was on his
stomach with his eyes closed and missed my bobbing
poll.

The last thing I needed to apply was the Desitin
creme.  That stuff needed to be applied inside his
crack and up his hole again.  I could see right away
that last night's treatment had already noticeably
reduced the redness of the rash so this nursing chore
might not be necessary a few days from now.  My index
finger, covered with the white creme, pressed against
and then went in his hole up to the second joint.  He
was so relaxed and loose he offered no resistance and
I more or less finger fucked him for a minute or more.
 I noticed him lifting his crotch off the bed somewhat
...probably boner related.  When I didn't dare finger
his hole any longer I made the run from the top of his
crack to the bottom near his nuts three or four times,
my fingers slippery with the Desitin.  He made a long
moan and wiggled his crotch against the bed sheets.

"Oh, fuck, Oliver.  You're the best, dude.  I haven't
felt so..... so free of discomfort since the accident.
 All my itches and scratches and burns ...all fixed by
you."  He chuckled and added,  "Come to think of it, I
never felt this good before the accident either."
Then a soft laugh.  I said, "OK Joey, glad to hear it,
man.  Now we'll get you turned over and I'll put some
of this lotion on your chest and the front of your
shoulders."  He said, "Oh no!  No way...... I won't be
turning over for awhile, Oliver.  Go have a cigarette
or something."  I chuckled, "Oh, I get it, Joey.
Yeah, sorry bout that." and I just had to laugh out
loud because we both had these wicked boners.  He was
willing to admit his, but I was hiding mine.

I patted his bare ass a few times, just because I felt
like it and said, "Well, would you like your friend
squeezed again?"  He gave a half hearted protest
saying he couldn't keep asking me to do that, but soon
enough he had to give in.  Getting jerked-off simply
feels too good to pass-up, especially if your snake
has been stroked a total of "once" in the past
month....are you kidding me?  I told him I had to take
a pee and then I'd spank that naughty boner of his.
He said, "Thanks, man" but the words caught in his
throat as he nervously did his phony laugh.

What I needed to do was put on a big T shirt and then
secure the head of my boner under my boxer's
waistband.....I wanted to hide my boner because I
wasn't ready to have Joey know how much all this
turned me on.  He'd probably realize I was gay fairly
soon...hell, I hadn't kept it a secret on campus.
But, I didn't want him to know just yet.  Soon, but
not right now.  Guess I'm just working up the courage
to tell him.  I wanted us to be more comfortable with
each other before I tell him... you know, so he has a
chance to realize that there is more to me than me
just being gay.

When I had my own boner under wraps I got Joey turned
over.  As usual he kept his hands clasped as low on
his stomach as the casts on his elbows would
allow....almost as far down as his belly button.  His
seven inch boner was sticking straight up.  "This is
pretty embarrassing, Oliver.  I'm use to being man
handled, but this is a brand new kind of manhandling,
if ya know what I mean."  Then he laughed nervously
again and said, "But nice...very nice of you.  I'm not
complaining!"  He had trouble talking.  I went,
"Shhhhh, just relax" as I massaged the oily creme into
the front of his shoulders, then some on his chest and
stomach.   Avoiding his crotch for the moment, I
starting massaging his feet and then up his legs
slowly, all the way up his skinny, but powerful legs
till they connected at his groin.  His boner swelled
and the precum drooled down the shaft as Joey went,
"Ohhh my god,  that massage feels good".

I was quietly grunting with each quick intakes of
oxygen myself by now as I wiped a lot of the slippery
gel on his nuts and then down near his hole, which I'd
covered with Desitin earlier.   Finally my slippery
hand grabbed around and up and down his long hard
penis.  The head of his cock showed itself when I
stroked down and went back in it's skin shell when I
stroked up.  Over and over with both our cocks, mine
against my stomach and his encased by and drooling
over my hand,  drip, drip, dripping pre cum. As I've
mentioned, I liked looking at the head of his swollen
cock as the pee slit expanded when pre cum drooled out
of it.  Joey generated more pre cum than any boy I've
ever encountered.  His cock head glistened with it.
He openly moaned now and made a lot of noise hissing
air out between his lips as he rolled his head from
side to side on the pillow and then "Ah ah ah ah" with
each relentless long stroke I made of his hard, hard
boner.

He held out longer than last night,  but not much.
Arching his back, grunting twice and then gasping as
he sent another long string of white creamy boy cum
over his feet to splat on the old hard wood floor.
The second and third shots landed on his leg down by
the calf and some on his thigh which I cleaned up
later.  Joey, breathing hard,  said, "Will you marry
me, Oliver?"  and we both laughed much harder then
that remark deserved. My stomach was wet with my own
pre cum and I was right on the edge of spontaneously
climaxing.

Shortly he was breathing OK again so I said, "Be right
back" and I went quickly into the bathroom for a fast
couple of strokes on my boner...using the same hand
that had Joey's pre cum and creamy spunk on it and I
fired off another hot shot of cum so hard it made me
see stars.  Sitting down on the edge of the tub I took
short breaths until my hearbeat was almost back to
normal.  Holy shit!  was this ever hot!

After getting us both cleaned-up and dressed we went
for breakfast.  Neither of us mentioned my rush to the
bathroom or Joey's jerk-off .... we were quiet with
our own thoughts as I pushed his wheelchair to the
dining hall.  Later, while I was wiping some grape
jelly off  Joey's chin,  a thought exploded in my
head.....this is Darleen and Frankie all over
again....  I'm playing the Darleen part and Joey's
playing Frankie's part.  The care I'm providing Joey
has to be very similar to the way it was when Darleen
nursed Frankie that year following his accident.
Another bizarre coincidence in my life......  I
wondered what it all means?

Of course Frankie was very capable of jerking himself
off so that was different.   But, I bet the rest was
the same.  Frankie and I had never discussed the
specifics of the nursing Darleen provided .. just that
it was humiliating to Frankie in the beginning, but he
eventually felt comfortable only with Darleen.  Weird
stuff.  Joey already seems real comfortable with me,
but he's been doing this for a month already with one
care-giver or another.

 As I was giving him a fork-full of scrambled egg I
glanced at his face and discovered that he was staring
at me intently with those big dark blue eyes of
his...staring at me like maybe I really am his hero
and when he saw me look at him he smiled at me
sweetly.  It was a very nice feeling having someone
think you're their hero.  At the same time it also
occurred to me that being someone's hero could be a
hell of a big responsibility too.....

After breakfast we had morning orientation meetings to
attend... before and in between them we chatted
casually about sports and  music and we tried to make
a few friends along the way too.  Then, for laughs,
we whispered insulting comments to each other about
other freshman who weren't as cool as us.  We did
manage to meet a couple of other guys and girls that
we both felt were cool. They were all real interested
in Joey's accident and the fact that I was his
care-giver.  Everyone acted amazed at that....l'm not
sure if they were amazed I could do it or amazed that
I'd be willing to do it.  The extent of hygiene care
Joey needed wouldn't escape anyone's notice.  I didn't
mind...I wanted to make friends for sure, but I was
also very much aware that I didn't have a good history
of success in that department. I don't actually know
why that is, it just is.  In any case, I decided to
concentrate on  what's most important at the moment
which is taking care of Joey.

I intended to let friendships develop naturally
without me making a conscious effort to force the
proceedings.  I may have tried too hard in High
School.  Just let it happen was my new philosophy.
During the first orientation meeting I was initially
paying attention until I realized that Joey was
conscientiously typing notes from the meeting into his
lap top.  After that, instead of paying attention, I
daydreamed throughout the remainder of both meetings.
I'll read Joey's notes later.

I was daydreaming about the way things were developing
and I was surprised to discover how disappointed I
actually still was about Cristobal's absence.  It was
now apparent to me how much I'd been looking forward
to continuing our relationship.  I'd built-up my first
sexual experience to a significant degree and
Cristobal was really a huge turn-on to me.  All summer
I'd thought about Cris and how he pulled me into him
to dance with me that first night and how he kissed me
a little later on.  The memory of that first gay kiss
could still, today,  cause me to spring a boner......
and after that, of course, I had the first real gay
sex of my life.  Cris was so experienced it hardly
hurt at all, even the first time..... just felt
fantastic.   That feeling of another boy's penis up
inside me, after fantasizing about it for all those
years...wow!  a memory I'll never forget.

Of course...I wanted him to do me again, it's just
that I hadn't realized the full extent of how much I
wanted it until now...now that I know he's not going
to be here.  It hurts.... the sexual longing.  Nursing
Joey was a super hot diversion, but my daydreaming
revealed the true depth of my disappointment with the
missing Cristobal.  I got that damn feeling again that
I wanted to cry and it pissed me off royally that I
let myself get like this.  I decided to be very pissed
off at Cristobal instead.  And, god damn it,  I am
pissed-off at him too!  If he walked through that door
right now I'd.........I'd probably run to him.

I daydreamed about the "brothers weekend" I had with
Christian and that produced another surprise for me.
I realized for the first time that I didn't have any
desire.....certainly no longing.... for another sexy
time together with my brother.  It had been special
because it was with him. I long for Cristobal, but not
for Christian.  Sure, it might be nice sometime in the
future to do it again with Christian, but I think of
him primarily as my big brother.  He's my hero.

Now, on the other hand, there's Alexander who, like
Cristobal,  I do have a strong urge to have sex with
again.  Fucking him earlier this summer was almost
always hot for me.  Not when he acted feminine, but
all the other times.  I get a hard boner just thinking
about his beautiful light brown skin, the sexy smell
of him, and that handsome face and that great, dense
hair of his.  I loved to grab a fistful of his hair
when I was pile driving his tight hole.  Oh yeah,
Alexander gives me a boner and I really want to see
him again.

Then, all through the second meeting I thought about
Frankie.  The summer we had together with that
beautifully cute face of his, our spit swapping
make-outs, the times I sucked his perfect cock, his
wise-cracking personality and, mostly, the two times
he fucked me.  Oh my God, I really longed for more
Frankie-time.  The times we laughed so hard we
couldn't catch our breath and the serious talks we had
too.  I could almost smell Frankie's odor, his private
special smell and  how i loved running my fingers
through his bright red burr haircut that felt like
velvet.  I could eat him......I loved to think about
licking his pink/white smooth body....his feet and
legs.  Sucking on his nuts and rubbing his closely cut
pubes and watching his big cock get hard, then lapping
it.  On and on........ My mind flashed through Myers
and the shy, super-hot mailroom boy, Pete too.

Thoughts like those all of a sudden made me think
about how loney I felt here.  I don't actually know
anyone here....I mean I know Davis' name, but I don't
KNOW him.  Thank God I've got Joey, but it was
Cristobal I had been depending on to show me around
and introduce me around and ...like that.  It's
obvious to me now that I had been depending too much
on Cristobal.   And, now that I know he's not going to
be here,  I'm starting to wonder why I ever let myself
think college was going to be any different than high
school.  I'll just be an outcast from a larger number
of smarter kids here at college.

What the hell, I can cling to Joey and try harder to
hook up with Alexander and somehow I've got to get to
see my Frankie.  I'd already sent emails to both of
them....  no reply yet.  I know the twins, Noah and
Nathan, were away at private prep school so I wouldn't
see them till at least the Thanksgiving break.  All
this daydreaming put me in a depressed mood.  I'd
tried telling myself that none of the other freshman
knew anyone here either......it wasn't just me who
didn't know anybody.   It's true, I know,  but most
everybody else can make friends easier than I can.
After the second orientation meeting Joey and me
headed out to lunch.... me "blue" again and not having
much to say.

Joey was quite chatty however....animated about some
aspect of the meeting and then describing this "hot
chick" who sat across from him, something about her
perfume.    I just nodded my head like I knew what he
was talking about.  We were past the auditorium
heading for the dining hall when, from two blocks
away, I see two guys jogging toward us at a fast pace.
 One of the guys pointed at Joey and me, said
something to the other one and then sprinted up to us.
 I pulled the wheelchair to one side of the brick
sidewalk to let them pass by,  but they both pulled up
right next to us.

The first to arrive, without even breathing hard,
asked Joey, "Are you Joey Gallo?"  Joey said he was
and the jogger introduced the two of them as being
from the gymnastic team.   They were suppose to have
waited outside the auditorium till the orientation was
over and hooked-up with Joey for lunch,  but the
meeting had finished earlier than expected so they had
to run to catch us.  Both guys were juniors and were
on campus early as part of the team's meet-and-greet
group for freshman gymnast.  Joey introduced me and
they invited me to join them for lunch at a place
called Smokey Joes.   After lunch they'd take  Joey
off my hands so he could meet other members of the
gymnastics team.  Initially I felt like a fifth wheel
going to lunch with them, but I didn't know how to
gracefully decline their invitation.

The two gymnasts were short, about five feet, five
inches at most, but obviously fit.  Fantastic bodies
that didn't walk so much as glide along.  One of the
two was very cute,  the other was not.  The cute one
was Randy Rider and the goofy looking one was Bob
Crane.  They were both funny and quite likable.  Of
course, they were being nice to Joey because he was a
new teammate, but they were nice to me too.  Good
guys, I think.  The cute Randy put his arm loosely on
my shoulder as we walked side by side to this
bar/restaurant.  Goofy pushed Joey's wheelchair ahead
of us.

Their manner was confident/smart-ass....but in a nice
way.  They had been at college for two years and they
claimed "to totally know all there is to know about
college life".  Everything they said was tongue in
cheek, silly or just plain outrageous.  The thing is,
they both had a funny way about them that made you
laugh and put you at ease at the same time.  The kind
of guys most other guys would like to hang with.
Being a part of our little foresome made me feel like
I was in a clique....I was a University of
Pennsylvania college student and a lot of other people
simply, were not.

The not-cute Bob Crane had the fabulous body alright,
but an unfortunate face and bad hair went along with
the hot bod.  He was cursed with early male pattern
baldness ....  receding hairline and a small bald
circle at the crown of his head.  His temporary,
remaining hair was whimpy, straw-colored and cut
short.  His dull brown eyes were small and too close
together.  They peered out right under a straight line
of thick eyebrows.  Long nose and a naturally
turned-down mouth over a weak chin.  It's a good thing
he was smart and good at gymnastics or he might be
headed to the "loser" bin.  Actually he was very
bright and quite funny and not a loser at all....he
just wasn't good looking.

The other gymnast, Randy, was quite a different story.
 He was funny and very bright also, but oh so very,
very cute as well.  Randy's hair was cut short too,
but it was that type of luxurious two-toned blond hair
that is silky and thick, with body.... and a slight
curl.  I wanted to run my fingers through it the
second he was close enough for me to see it. The color
was a natural, two shades of blond...the color that
woman pay hundreds of dollars trying to have a salon
duplicate for them.  It's in the genes, sweetie.  It's
like......if you don't have the right ones...tough,
forget about it.  I have nice hair, Joey has nice
hair,  but not like Randy's.

And, of course, life isn't fair....so not only does
Randy have perfect hair and a perfect body,  but he's
also model-beautiful....and cute too.  To be honest,
Joey and me are cute, but Randy is up a few notches on
us.  He's up there with Frankie on a much higher "cute
looks" plateau. He has the kind of face I love to
stare at because the more you look the more you
realize how special it is.  All 100% boy.  This will
not surprise you, but my dick was moving around in my
boxers and I had to concentrate to keep from wetting
my lips....and my pants.  I considered Randy as a
little unexpected temporary gift for me....one that I
needed right about then.

Everything that was wrong about Bob's face was just
right with Randy's.
He was another one of those boys with that special
"peaches & cream" complexion that always looks super
clean and lickable.  Fine, light eyebrows over very
bright, two-toned brown eyes that appeared to be
changing color as you looked into them.  Nice perky
nose with a dozen small, light colored freckles across
the bridge and very cute cheekbone structure that made
him look like he was grinning at you and squinting his
eyes slightly..... continuously.  A very inclusive
look.  His chin was just right....no cleft, just a
nice balance to his cheeks.  Natural, perfect lips all
pink and cute with the best damn dimples when he
smiled.  His smile also showed-off very white teeth
that have a slight separation between the front ones.
The perfect imperfection, if you know what I mean.
Made him look like a cute little boy who was about to
do something naughty....

Randy was eatable....he took my breath away and him
walking next to me with his arm casually on my
shoulder made me feel hot and bothered...in a good
way.  At one point he asked me if I was OK because I
was breathing in short snorts.  When he asked me that
he had a smirk on that wonderful face of his... I
think it was a smirk.  He then contiued telling me
about how I was going to need a really good fake ID if
I was to have any prayer of getting served in a bar
around here.  He talked in a serious manner and it
took me a while to realize he was being funny, not
serious.

He said, "In case you don't know, fake IDs are exactly
like real IDs except they don't come from the DMV.
They are usually produced by a frat dude entrepreneur
who has mastered the mysterious art of laminating.
The safest bet is an ID without a hologram, which
means choosing IDs from states that don't know what
holograms are:  those states would, of course, be....
Alabama, Arkansas, and Mississippi."  I finally had to
blurt out a laugh and so did Randy....it was so
absurb.  He told me I could find out about all kinds
of shit like that in the Collegehumor Guide.  I don't
know if there really is such a thing or not.  With
Randy it's hard to tell.

His tight body rubbed against mine every step along
the way.  Well, it was definitely getting to be "boner
time" for me as we arrived at the bar.  I slid into
the inside seat of the first empty booth we came to,
adjusting my semi-hard pecker as I slid along.  Randy
slid in tight beside me.  I took a deep breath.  The
beginnings of a boner always felt good...so did Randy.
 He looked over at me and inexplicably pinched my ear
lobe and held it for a while as he said, "No
piercings?"  I said, "Huh? Oh, that is...no. None."
But, by then he was calling out to another kid who was
sitting at the bar.  I didn't understand their
exchange...college lingo probably.  I liked him
touching me.

Smokey Joes was a cool bar full of college students
and other young kids pretending to be college
students.  For lunch Bob fed Joey clam chowder that
came in a hollowed-out loaf of bread.  I kid you not,
it really did.  I had a Philly cheese steak which I
fed to myself while bumping elbows with Randy.  Both
Randy and Bob had big cheesbergers with french fries
and fried onion rings.  Big lunch for guys that size.
They said soon they'd have to watch their diets, but
they liked to binge when they could.  The food was Ok,
not great.  We had a pitcher of beer with our meal...I
actually wanted a coke, but I drank the beer and
listened to Randy give us advise about college.

He told us that as freshman,  the first weeks at
college presented us with our only shot at hooking up
with people who are ridiculously out of our league.
That's because  the social strata has yet to be
established and once it is established losers like
Joey and me won't have a chance with the "in crowd".
Randy gave us an example, "Let's say early in the
first week Oliver here is chatting-up this hot chick
and by some miracle he manages not to say anything
blatantly racist or incredibly stupid, she's a
freshman too and will probably think to herself....
"No way would I consider talking to this loser
ordinarily, but this ain't high school..... maybe
stuttering is cool at college, I really don't know.  I
better go out with him just in case it is."

The things Randy said were mildly amusing but he
presented them in a very funny way and  Joey and I
howled with laughter.  I loved that Randy had used my
name and that he sort of included Joey and me in on
the joke.  Plus he squeezed the back of my neck to
show me he was only teasing.  He followed-up the
squeeze by rubbing up the back of my head and then
ruffling the hair on the top of my head as he said to
Bob, "Freshman are so cute...ya gotta love em."  I was
all jittery and then I thought to myself....was I
stuttering again?  I hadn't realized it.

I did my fake cough and looked over at the hot Randy
who looked back at me with a killer grin and a "look"
as he did something with his eyes....I did the fake
cough again and, for some reason, blushed.  Bob was
telling us about his first roommate who had informed
Bob,  "FYI, dude, but I'll be occasionally smoking pot
in our room".  Bob said to his roommate, "That's so
weird, dude, because I occasionally tell on people."
Bob and Randy thought that was a riot.  Then Randy
said he was worried about his first roommate when the
kid suggested "How about we push these dorm beds
together and make a big king size bed?"  This made all
of us laugh.  By now Joey and I would laugh at
anything these two said.

They seemed very cool to us.  At one point Randy was
giving  Joey and me tips on how we can be cool at
college too.  Randy said, "No truly cool person speaks
loudly.  Talk real low in conversations and always act
bored.   Say a few, small words, but every once in a
while drop in a really big one just to prove that you
can.......you know, you can, BUT you're too cool to
bother.  See?"

For example,  some one says to you, "Hey" ...you say
,"Sup?" ... they say "I like your T shirt." ...  you
say  "Sup?"  it goes like that for a bit and then
somewhere along the way don't  forget to memorize a
big word that you can then drop  in."  Bob and Randy
were having fun.  I was playing with myself under the
table and Randy was pressing the side of his thigh
against the side of mine.  I was having fun too.  Joey
looked over at me and said, "Ya want to come with me
to meet some of the other gymnast, Oliver?"   I said,
"Sup?"  Randy laughed and did the entire back of my
neck squeeze and hair rub again.  My boner was full
blown-hard now.  I squeaked out, "Can we get something
for desert?"

We had hot chocolate ice cream sundaes for desert,
which goes best with draft beer Bob informed us....I
took my time eating mine to allow my boner to go down.
 I told Joey I had to email my folks and do some other
stuff so I'd catch-up with him later.  After lunch all
of us had to go back in the same direction and on the
way Randy was explaining to me about the difficult
training program necessary for gymnastics at their
level. He said it created full body muscle
development.  He patted my ass explaining that this
was part of the body too and needed exercising as
well.  I was wearing those flimsy nylon basketball
shorts because I'd dressed for comfort not knowing how
long the orientations would go on.  I certainly hadn't
expected to meet Randy and Bob and go out to lunch.

Randy patted and then rubbed the silky material
covering my ass. Then he casually grabbed my buttocks
in one powerful hand and pushed some of the material
from my underpants up into my hole using his middle
finger while telling me, "Even this muscle gets
worked-out for gymnastics, as I said,  and both
buttocks get very muscular and hard.  Now Oliver,
your's are firm, but not hard like a gymnast ass."  He
pushed the material of my boxers further up my hole
with his finger and some nylon material from my shorts
was forced up there too.  I was walking up on my toes
going, "Ugh...oh oh...Ah ah ".  I had to hold onto his
arm to keep my balance.

Randy massaged my ass cheek for ten seconds and in his
normal everyday speaking voice said, "Here,  feel the
difference" and he let go of my ass and grabbing my
hand he pushed it against his ass.  His ass felt just
like Joeys' felt.... extremely tight.  We were walking
behind Bob who was again pushing Joey in the
wheelchair.  I was walking on my toes clutching Randy
with one hand and grabbing at the back of my nylon
shorts with the other.  My efforts to pull my boxers
out of my hole was not immediately successful, but I
did spring another boner.

After a few steps, Randy pointed at the buldge in the
front of my  shorts and lightly touching the head of
my cock through the thin material he said, "Get a
grip, dude.  Jeez, I won't be able to show ya any
other insightful things about gymnastics if ya keep
popping  boners on me."  Than he hugged me around my
waist and said, "I'm just breaking your balls, Oliver.
 It's cause I like ya.  Don't get all flustered on me
here."  I managed to smile back and gulp while trying
to say, "Sup".

Randy called out to Bob, "You'll never guess what
happened to Oliver".  Bob didn't even look back when
he said, "Let me guess.  He's the victim of the
infamous "Randy Rider Wedgie" and he can't get his
underwear out of his ass hole".  Randy said, "You're
not as much fun as you use to be, Bob".  And then we
were at the point where they were going left and I was
going straight.  We all said " goodbye...see ya later"
and after they were a little way down the path Randy
jogged back to me and helping me pull at the back of
my pants he said, "You're OK, right, Oliver?"  I said
I was and he looked me right in my eyes and said, "We
have got to hook up soon, dude.  It's a definite!".
Then he was gone while I stood there looking after
him.  They all went into a building and I slowly
walked away not really sure what was going on.... my
boner was back though.

That boy Randy was one of the confident ones.  It was
obvious that I was attracted to his type, but what
attracted him to me?  And, was he gay or, like he
said, just busting my balls.  What I don't need is
another conundrum confusing my life...like with
Frankie most of the time.  It's not unheard of for a
gymnast to be gay of course.  The thought that Randy
might very well be gay AND interested in me had me
hustling back to the room.  An emergency afternoon
wank was in order, thinking about Randy....and a
little about Joey too.  Jesus, did I ever explode with
cum.....burning as the spunk poured out my pee
slit...it all had me whimpering with pleasure.

Then I felt lonely again.  Maybe Randy was making fun
of me and I'm too stupid in the ways of the world to
realize it.  When I pick-up
Joey at the gymnasium I'll have to be careful about
how I word it, but I want to know what he thinks about
Randy.  Oh, and what's his name... Bob, too... of
course.  I lay on my bed and fantasized about Randy
and Joey being gay and what a threesome we would be
once Joey was healed and all healthy and strong again.
 The two tight and toned gymnast do the skinny and
very willing Oliver Nickerson.  God damnit, I popped
another boner already.

I got my iPod out and put my ear phones on to listen
to The Killers CD.  I absolutely love "Can you read my
mind?"..  I memorized every word hoping to sing it
with Cristobal on Mall Road.  Fuck that!  Checking my
email I saw one from Mom & Dad, one from Alexander,
two from the twins and one from Frankie.  Now I'll
finally  find out something.........

to be continued......The Roommate...Part 2

Donny Mumford       thinat20@yahoo.com