Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2007 04:55:19 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE ..THE TWINS + SURPRISES by Donny Mumford The Plain White Ts blaring from my car stereo with me singing along at the top of my lungs driving down the inter-state at 70 mph. Other cars whizzing past me at what? 80-90 mph. Oh well, that's usually where you can find me in my travels through life... the middle, some good experiences and some not so good. Alexander isn't in the middle though, he's headed for the top of the sexy food chain...so ta speak. He's had a big turn-around since I last saw him... that's obvious. His recently acquired take-charge attitude makes him an extremely confident guy right now and... well, it took me by surprise. He certainly had no trouble getting me to do pretty much everything he wanted, but at the same time I enjoyed myself while doing it too.... so, should I be complaining? I gotta admit that Alexander's metamorphosis into his new personality was a weird and unexpected development, the way he takes charge and the way he made me feel special. He charmed me plenty....he charmed me right out of my pants I guess I'd have to say, not that he had to work up much of a sweat doing that. And of course, the thing is, he charmed me into doing everything HIS WAY, I know that. Among other things....I'm wearing his haircut, I've got his hickey on my neck.... the size of a radish, I've still got the sore asshole he gave me and I'm still dealing with an embarrassing memory of being dressed-up like a boy prostitute....his boy, for all to see. Other than that, Alexander spent all his energy accommodating me and my feelings.... not! I can't get too mad at him though because, like I said, he did make me feel wicked hot and sexy and it was fun, fun, fun. What the hell, Alexander is in a different league than me now. He got himself promoted or something. Moving on up into a sexual "hot-shot" category like Alexander did appears to have cost him something though. I think it cost him the sweet side of his nature....a side of him which he probably won't get back any time soon and which I personally miss. That sweet "duh, is this OK?" part of him was one of the aspects of his nature that I liked best. You know, the way he was kind of innocently bumbling along trying to find his way with gay boy sex...just like me. Now I guess he's suave or something. Oh what the fuck, he is a cool dude and I wish him well, but I need to realize something else... I don't like him anywhere near as much as I use to. I'm on my way to St John's Prep to see Noah and Nathan, Alexander's half brothers.... I need to be careful when I see them and not project negative feelings about Alexander. They think Alexander is perfect...their hero, as it were. They have only one complaint about Alexander and it's that he doesn't spend as much time with them as they would like him to. Anyway, I prefer the "old" Alexander because the new one is a bit of a dick.....but, I don't have to tell the twins that. I was also thinking...Jeez, seeing the twins today is somewhat awkward because they know I just spent the weekend with their brother. That fact, on it's own, wouldn't be a reason to feel awkward, but here's the deal...... they recently emailed to tell me about them spying on Alexander and me while we were fucking each other last summer....on our vacation in Wildwood. So, if they saw us fucking last summer it's logical to assume they know we were fucking over this past weekend too. Oh what the hell, I need to get over it..get over being awkward about this and try being more blase about it....like Noah and Nathan apparently are. Managing to arrive without getting lost was a pleasant change for me. Driving onto the campus it struck me.... St John's Prep looked like a smaller version of the University of Penn. Everything was old, but in great shape. Two and three story brick buildings with freshly painted white wood trim and big heavy doors and shutters. Lots of manicured lawns which were still amazingly green for this late in the year. Large old trees with brilliant Fall colored leaves of orange, gold or red, and with dark green evergreens mixed in too. Brick sidewalks meandered here and there and out of sight. You could tell that this was a high school though, there was a large number of teenage boys jostling around on a Lacrosse field near where my car was parked and many other smaller groups of boys just hurrying here and there. So many adolescent hormones in the air it felt heavy, like high humidity ......and the boys themselves, so young and always so much fun to look at. I followed the signs to the main administration building. Inside I lied and told them I was the twins' brother and I used the ID badge issued to Alexander to get a visitor's pass allowing me inside the boys dormitory. A fox in the hen house, that's me.... being the king of teens and all. That thought made me smile to myself as I walked across the center of the campus to dorm # 5. The reality, of course, is that I'm more like a 'mouse' in the hen, forget the fox. Showing my pass to the faculty member in charge, I went right up to Nathan and Noah's room. Damn if I wasn't a little excited about seeing these boys again. I'm barely four years older than they are, but sometimes it seems a lot more than four years.... and other times it seems a lot less. We hooked up on the beach in Wildwood, New Jersey for two weeks last summer hugging and goofing off and doing beach-type things. We also drove all around town in my hot convertible going miniature golfing and to water parks and to the boardwalk for the amusement rides. The thrill rides were our favorites...me squeezing into the seat with the boys... yikes! was that ever hot. Thinking back, my all-time favorite activity with the boys was the horse play we did in the water... goosing each other and wrestling with one another's wet slippery bodies. I thought I was putting something over on the boys with all that accidentally-on-purpose physical contact until Nathan informed me in his recent "tell all" email that he and Noah had to hide their smiles every time they purposely rubbed one of the boners. Boners I always got when rough housing with them in the water. When I read that I thought, "Well I'll be God damned!" My face got red thinking about it, but I wound-up chuckling to myself ....whoa, it was really fun. These kids have a thing about hugging too, they love to hug...I guess they're just being unbelievably affectionate. They are something special, that's for sure. One knock from me and the door flies open and four arms and two tight bodies are hugging me. Oh my God, Nathan and Noah can surely make you feel special. I hugged back as best I could and then Nathan steps back and says, "Welcome, Oliver. Wow, your haircut is just like Alexander's and you look so cool with it. We love the way you look all the time anyway, don't we Noah?" Noah nodded his head and pointing at my hickey, looked at Nathan and they both broke out in big smiles. Nathan nodded his head once at Noah and Noah said, "See what we've been practicing, Oliver" and with that he pulled my head down with his damp palms on either side of my face and kissed my lips. It started as a simple kiss, but Noah was soon running his tongue back and forth across my front teeth and up under my top lip and then along the outside of my back teeth and licking the inside of my cheek. I went, "Ahh" and opened my mouth a bit and in came Noah's cool pink tongue to begin lapping against my tongue....his tongue moved so quickly. We slipped into a French kiss as good as any French kissing I've ever been a part of. My boner was soon poking out the front of my jeans and Noah pressed his belly against it and did some grinding up against my crotch.... his arms around my waist tightly. His mouth tasting like a teen boy's mouth might taste right after eating a crisp, tart, candy apple. Both our mouths were dripping saliva and our chins were wet with it. The entire make-out was so dreamily done I forgot who I was doing it with for a moment and held Noah around the neck with both my arms. I could feel the spunk flying around in my nuts and the head of my boner was wet and had that pre-climax tingle. Very aroused, I moaned around our intertwined tongues and Noah abruptly pulled away and gave Nathan a look. Nathan, in a sincerely curious voice said, "Noah wonders if you were trying to talk just then, Oliver". I felt lost for a second as I stared at the hard boner pushing out the front of Noah's sweat pants and then, rubbing the back of my neck, I did try to talk... once and then a second time, but I couldn't catch my breath. Noah ignored his boner although it moved around in his sweat pants with every motion of his body..... he continued looking at me, waiting for my answer. Quickly my breathing returned and I was able to say, "I was just about to say what a fabulous kisser you are, Noah....that's all. You did very well. You guys have obviously been practicing. You know, so ah ...great job". Both the boys tried to act nonchalant, but they ended up looking at each other, beaming with pride. Then they high fived and touched fists and went into a complicated series of things with their hands in a synchronized secret handshake, staring into each others eyes with grins on their faces as they did it. Finished, they looked over for approval and I said."WOW! Cool handshake." They smirked proudly at each other again. The boys are very innocent, and very immature too. That's mostly because of the ridiculously over-protective approach to raising them, babying them unmercifully, that their parents have shown them their whole lives. That being said, there are obviously other factors at work here too...the boys see everything slightly askew and not like most of us see things. They aren't stupid or retarded at all and in some ways are actually very intelligent... in other ways, not so much. Mostly, they sort of live a part of their lives in their own secret world. I've often wondered if they see something in me that reminds them of themselves and that's why they have become so attached to me. Last summer Alexander told me it's very rare the twins will let anyone into "their" world....very rare. So I guess I'm just lucky. They both see a psychiatrist twice a week attempting to get them less dependent on each other and also, to a lesser degree, to try and understand just what it is the boys see differently than most of us. Neither wants to do anything that the other isn't involved in. Nathan saying, "My turn, Oliver" intrudes on my train of thought. It was too soon though for another blast of teen make-out stimulation or I'd surely blow a load in my pants, so I said, "Give me a minute, please Nathan. I need to evaluate Noah's kiss a bit more in my head first." This was fine with the twins. Just about everything I can ever remember saying to them has been fine with the twins. They nodded there heads at the same time, and in the same way, and then sat down on one of their beds very close to one another and stared at me. I did my fake cough and looked around their room tapping my front teeth with my index finger... as if I was contemplating something. I was actually wishing my boner would go down. Their dorm room contained two twin beds, two desks with a swivel desk chair each, two chest of drawers, two little shelving units, a small flat screen TV and a poster of the Plain White Ts on one wall. Another poster of a young singing group, consisting of both boys and girls.... barely in their teens, on another wall. I didn't know that group. This room was bigger than Joey's and my room and it also had the luxury of two tall windows. I could see in the distance a beautifully maintained football field with a rather large section of cement and aluminum stands on the opposite side of the field, facing their windows. Pretty impressive for what is basically a private high school. I looked at the boys as they looked at me. They are exact duplicates of each other.... that can be disconcerting. I love their strawberry-blond hair which must have been buzz cut in the summer, probably the haircut after the faux hawk haircut they had gotten so that they would be like me back then. I guessed at the buzz cut because their hair had grown-in the exact same length all over their head...a little over two inches now. Silky and shiny, pale strawberry-blond hair with curly hairs along the hairline in the front. The rest of their hair was fairly straight, with lots of body, just slightly wavy in places.... laying casually on their perfectly shaped, identical heads. The urge to do that thing adults do to kids occurred to me...you know, ruffling a kids' hair with the palm of your hand just cause he's so cute and likable. They were staring at me with little grins on their dark pink, puffy, bow-shaped lips. Their grin caused a single dimple to form on either side of their mouths...a full smile brought out double dimples. I felt a shiver of some sort from just looking at them, the two of them sitting there with their backs hunched the way young teenagers sit, their shoulders touching because they were sitting so close to one another. My head was shaking back and forth slightly because everything about these boys was impossibly yummy.... almost impossible to believe. For example.... something you rarely think about perhaps, but I've never seen a cuter chin than the one on each of these boys and their pug noses with the little group of light freckles sprinkled across the bridge was so right ....it's not possible two humans can be this perfect in every way, is it? They have the perfect, all-boy teen look...it simply doesn't get any better than Noah and Nathan. It's one of those wonderful freak-of-nature things that comes along once in a million or two tries. I've thought the same thing about Frankie's looks any number of times. The twin always seem to have their heads ever so slightly tilted to the right. Their faces with that flawless light complexion and those large pale green eyes under long, light brown, curved eyelashes.....real thin, blond eyebrows that they always seemed to have slightly raised as if they were expecting a surprise. Their ears were mostly hidden by hair now, but I knew the ears to be nicely sized and shaped. When the hair was clipped short on the sides you can see their ears stick out from their head in a goofy, cute way. On the beach their hair wasn't covering their ears and I constantly felt the need to pull on them slightly....just using my thumb and index finger. Either one of the boys would always look up at me with those puppy dog eyes when I tugged on their ear...their look seemed to say, "thanks for pulling my ear". Just sitting there on the edge of the bed wearing the same blue and yellow striped, sleeveless T shirts and dark blue nylon sweat pants, both of them tapping their right foot on the floor quietly as they waited impatiently for me to experience Nathan's kiss. Oh my God, I wanted to lick their thin necks under their cute chins and massage their tight, slim bodies and just enjoy feeling all that wonderful muscle definition that appeared in all the right places. Nice definition in their bare arms too... no visible hair except very short, fine blond ones on their forearms and a hint of dark blond hair peeking out at their underarms. I've always loved that sleeveless T shirt look on thin boys with good tight bodies. Seemingly unconscious of doing it...Nathan and Noah's graceful hands casually played with themselves as they tapped their feet. They were both doing it the same way....using just their fingers, they gently massaged the bulge in their laps. I stared, fascinated that they were so unconcerned about the boners growing conspicuously right before my eyes. They seemed oblivious to that as they concentrating solely on me....waiting for me to say something. I shook my head to snap myself out of it and did my fake cough again before saying, ""OK, Nathan, let's see how well you can do a gay kiss". He jumped off the bed and told me right up front that he wasn't as good at it as Noah and that that's why they'd decided to have Noah go first...trying to impress me. Noah had impressed me alright, but I didn't elaborate that point. Instead I said, "I'm sure you'll do fine, Nathan". He walked right over and leaned into me with his semi-hard cock pressed against my thigh and proceeded to do everything with his kiss exactly the way Noah had done it..... except Nathan did it in a kind of by-the-numbers way where as Noah had done it all naturally as if he was really into it for real. Hmmmm, I thought about that some because it was Noah who had given me that unexpected kiss goodbye when they were heading home after Wildwood. The make-out with Nathan wasn't as hot as Noah's had been, but I still got a good boner and Nathan rubbed his belly on it just like Noah had done, and I still almost shot off in my pants. This time I waited till just before climaxing, enjoying that thrilling feeling till the last second, and then I broke the kiss off. I had to sit down immediately to get my breath back, but Nathan wasn't paying attention to me. He was wide-eyed and red faced and anxious to discuss his kissing experience with Noah. His boner was totally hard and stuck straight out, but as usual for the twins... he ignored it. I felt dizzy for a few seconds, but got it together pretty quickly. The boys talked excitedly about gay kissing and how it was so different doing it with me rather than with each other. I nodded at them and smiled as I briefly introduced them to the concept of licking and sucking at places on the body other than the mouth...you know, as another aspect of making-out. Both boys were very attentive and said, at the same time, "Oh, yes, Oliver. That sounds so interesting." Nathan added, "Is that how you got that hickey?" This is when I first realized the obvious.... I couldn't carry this sex thing off with the boys, I couldn't do it. No way. I said, "Hickey, what hickey?" and the boys did there laugh riot act for a while. I needed to think, but for now we talked about how gay making-out wasn't very different, technique-wise, from straight making out. The twins paid close attention to everything I said, but also continued playing with themselves the whole time. For fun, I contemplated having them stay after class for a disciplinary bare ass spanking, but that thought got me playing with myself too...three of us, all playing with ourselves. I said, "Anybody hungry?" they both were and even though I'd had the late breakfast at the diner I took the twins out for lunch at a pizza joint. I needed to give my blue balls a rest and do some more thinking about how to handle this mess. I ordered an extra large, extra cheese pizza and we all had 16oz cokes which we sipped on in a booth waiting for the pizza. The boys were real interested in college life so I told them a few things that the deliciously cute junior, Randy Rider, had told Joey and me our first day there. Randy had a lot to say about drinking beer. He'd told us it's maybe the number one reason to even go to college. He warned us that there will be times however when you drink WAY too much. These "times" are called weekends. I looked at the twins for a reaction, but they were just staring back at me nodding their heads encouraging me to go on. I said, "That's the joke, guys. You're suppose to laugh." And, so they did, claiming that "Now we get it, Oliver. College guys drink too much on weekends." I smiled and went on with this, "here's something about Sharpies you can even do at prep school... besides smelling them I mean." The boys were all ears. I said, "Well, obviously it's every college student's dream to draw pictures of genitalia on their friends' faces.... using a permanent marker of course, and it's much easier to do this when the friend passes out totally drunk, right? But, no, wait....you guys don't drink in prep school do ya? This won't work until you get to college." Nathan and Noah exchanged glances and then looked back at me. I told them that this kind of stuff passes for humor with us college guys. Nathan said, "Oh, yeah. It's funny. Using Sharpies to draw cock and balls on your friends faces. You said you'd tell us how you meet the right type of new friends there." Keeping with this high level of humor I continued by repeating things I'd heard sophomores and juniors in the gymnastic club say. I told the boys that there are games you can play to expedite the social outcasting of weirdos and geeks who aren't worth knowing anyway. Looking at the twins I knew right away that this was going to bomb just like all my other college humor had, but I continued anyway. I said, "One of the ways to weed out the losers is to ask for a show of hands from everyone who can juggle." The twins nodded their head indicating they were following me. I kind of chuckled and said, "Obviously anyone who raises his hand...well, right there you know you don't have to waste your time on him. Right? Someone who took the time to learn to juggle.....? Not cool, ya know." Nathan asked, "Why is that, Oliver?" I said, "Are you boys putting me on...breaking my balls, or what?" and Noah burst out laughing with Nathan joining in. When these two start laughing you got a good bit of time on your hands before they stop. When they did stop Nathan, with a straight face, said, "No, were not putting you on. What's another way to weed out losers?" Pretending to believe them, I continued, "Well, another way would be to ask everyone in your dorm to list their favorite books...if anyone puts down The Bible, roll your eyes and cross that person off your "get-to-know-list" immediately". Nathan said, "Why would you do that Oliver?" and they were off to the races with laughter again. If they weren't so much fun to look at they might qualify as being a pain in the ass.... occasionally. We finished up all the pizza and before we left I got serious. It had become obvious to me that having sex with them wasn't going to happen. I told the guys I just couldn't do it. I couldn't have sex with them because they're too young. I also told them to absolutely NOT consider predators and pedophiles and derelicts as a replacement for Alexander and me. The boys were angry and insisted I keep my promise. I told them it was against the law for me to have sex with them.... even consensual sex. They were pissed and said it was a stupid law. They said in most of Europe 16 was the age of consent and on and on they argued. Finally I compromised by promising to do something sexy with the boys when they turned sixteen next Spring. "I promise guys, if you still want to... I will be there for you then". That's what they reluctantly agreed to, but only if I went back to their room and witnessed the foot fetish thingie that they wanted my opinion on...they wanted to know, was it a fetish or something else?. I'd forgotten all about their alleged foot fetish.... it seemed harmless enough though, so it became part of our compromise agreement. The boys sulked a little on the ride back and I really felt I was letting them down just like their brother Alexander was always doing...but, I also thought I was doing the right thing. I'll try dealing with it in six or seven months, or so...... if it's still an issue then. When I'd first read Nathan's email last month about teaching then gay sex I'd initially rejected it out-of-hand and then I'd rationalized myself into thinking it was the best answer to an impossible situation....with Alexander also encouraging me to come to that conclusion. But after spending two hours with Nathan and Noah it became apparent to me that I just can't do it. It's wasn't just the fact that they're fifteen years old, well that's part of it certainly.... what it really comes down to is that they're fifteen years old going on twelve and I can't make myself take advantage of their innocence. It's up to Alexander to make sure these kids don't take this further with some stranger...and I'll reinforce that they stay clear of all perverts through my emails too. I feel confident that they'll stick by our agreement to wait until they're sixteen. Then, we'll see how I can postpone it further, or hopefully they'll just drop it all together. Seven months is very far in the future when you're fifteen. By the time we got back to the dorm they were talking and joking again, they can't stay mad for long....it's not in their nature. They told me the foot fetish thing came up because of a video. They'd been surfing the net looking for information about gay sex from gay sites and they ran into a site boys4boy.org.uk that they loved. It had great videos of young guys doing gay sex. It intrigued them because most of the models in the video did in fact look like teenagers. The boys said the site was the best one they'd found by far and except for a bunch of boring stories by some twenty-two year old kid the site really rocked! They were also very intrigued by pictures of real hot gay teens on the site. Nathan and Noah anxiously stared at the pictures, but felt no sexual arousal because of them. The videos affected them sexually though and they were jerking off to some of those....so, they were getting mixed signals and weren't sure what to make of it all. Then they saw the foot fetish video where one boy rubs his foot over another boy and one of the boys sucks the other's foot and so on. Amazingly, while watching this video, they both sprung boners and couldn't stop watching the foot boys. They were shocked that something so odd could get them so excited, but it did. They tried duplicating the moves of the boys in the video on each other and not only did they get the boners, but they also spontaneously fired off their little peckers every time they played footies with each other. Nathan told me, "Oliver, we've never felt anything this exciting. Wait till you see." We were back at the parking lot by now and the twins definitely had peaked my curiosity. Inside their room they both stepped out of their sneakers and dropped their warm up pants but left their boxers on. This was done in a hurried fashion as if they were obviously excited at the very thought of playing with each others' feet. The boys are about five feet, five inches tall and slim, but well put together. Looking at them wearing only their underwear I noticed that their legs seemed too long for their torso. Slightly out of proportion and I don't remember thinking that was the case last summer on the beach. Obviously they've grown in the last six months and that growth must have occurred mostly in the length of their legs. Is it possible for boys to have beautiful legs? Good God almighty I'd describe them that way if I thought it was. Beautiful, but also all 'boy' in every way. Long, thin legs with that great natural muscular definition that I'd noticed in their arms. All of it God-given as they don't work-out at all. Legs like an artist might draw for the perfect young male form. No hair on the thighs at all and just the short, fine, light blond hairs on the lower part of the legs near the finely detailed calf muscle and down near their ankles. The skin on their legs blemish-free, healthy pink toned just like the rest of them. Very lick-able. The boys great looking legs made me think of my recent little boyfriend Spunky, with his hot sixteen year-old legs, which he'd meticulously shaved clean. It gave me that weird scary tingling feeling in my stomach imagining me shaving the twin's legs of their sparse short blond hairs. Then I shuddered thinking about my roommate Joey's recently discovered fetish of having his pubes shaved and the reality that I'd be doing that for Joey the first or second night back in the dorm. More scary tingling in my lower belly. Ohhh, it felt scary, but good too. Fetishes can be fun, ya know. My mind came back to the present and I realized that like everything else about the boys' bodies, they were oblivious to their legs' perfection. I was staring wide eyed now at the tight skin over their knees and imagining them naked so I could see the way their sexy thighs connected so beautifully with their torso right there where their cock and balls package swung in between, and...oh hell, everything about their legs was just right. Odd thing though... I couldn't think of another time when boys legs had such as affect on me. The boys had left their socks on and that drew my attention to their feet. Did their socks make their feet look so long and narrow? I hadn't noticed long narrow feet last summer. Of course, it would be a huge surprise if their feet weren't still as perfect as the rest of them. I found myself lightly fondling my dick with my hand in my pocket as I took in the perfection of these two long-legged boys in their underwear and socks. Noah flopped down on his back on the carpet near one of their beds and Nathan casually laid the inside part of his left sneakers over Noah's nose and mouth. I could tell this was a familiar routine for them just from the way they did it. Made me wonder how many times a week...or maybe, how many times a day they did this. Noah took a big inhale of that sneaker as Nathan slowly rubbed his foot along Noah's body... first on top of the T shirt and then pushing his foot under it to rub Noah's bare belly. Another big inhale of that old sneaker with Nathan rubbing his foot on Noah's thigh and then up near his nuts. Noah moaned out as his cock began to push against the inside of his boxers. When Nathan's foot was up near his neck Noah gabbed it and pulled it to his mouth. He adjusted the sneaker to cover only his nose and began sucking on Nathan's sock-covered foot. At first the white sweat sock remained dry but slowly Noah transferred his spit to the sock until it eventually was soaked through and the outline of Nathan's foot was more obvious. More sucking and inhaling the sneaker odor. Noah squirmed his body as he lay there on the floor moaning around that foot in his mouth and now after each sniff of the sneaker, he was going "Ahhhh....ohhhhh". Gently, Nathan pulled his wet foot away from Noah's grasp and began rubbing Noah's stiffening boner with his wet toes until he maneuvered that semi-hard cock to pop up through the piss slit of Noah's underpants and it bobbed in the air. Taking short fast breaths himself now, Nathan pulled off his wet sock and began slowly rubbing his bare foot up and down Noah's body. His foot was indeed long and narrow and very graceful looking. Each toe was perfectly formed...none of the gnarled up little toe or extra silly long big toe. All perfectly proportioned. Very nice arch in the center bottom of his foot and not a single hair anywhere....just that same perfect pinkish skin. No one could draw a better picture of a foot then this real life one of Nathan's. I thought, Christ, who wouldn't want to suck on that? Noah's boner was very hard by now. It pointed straight up out of the pee slit in his boxers about five inches and was quite chubby. A nice big helmet head that appeared to be a bit wider than his shaft. Noah moved his hands slightly off the floor and Nathan grunted out, "No Noah, no touching." "Ahhh" was Noah's response as he again flattened his arms on the floor next to his body. A large clear drool of precum covered the head of his fat boner and he humped his ass off the floor three times. A few dark blond pubic hairs surrounded the base of his cock. They looked soft. Noah moaned, "Ohhh". Nathan pushed down with his bare foot on Noah's belly just above the boner, squishing some of those pubic hair under his foot, holding Noah against the floor. "No humping, Noah" said Nathan quietly. Noah rolled his head back and forth as more pre cum drooled down that pinkish cock following the fine violet colored vein that ran down the length of his boner and disappeared into his underwear. By now I was very sexually aroused myself and I have to admit I never would have believed it except I was living it right that minute. The boys are simply so sexy it takes your breath away. I was able to grope myself openly because neither of the twins was paying any attention to me and appeared to not even know I was in the room by now. Using his bare toes Nathan casually pushed the sneaker off Noah's face and poked his little toe up Noah's nostril before rubbing the bottom of his foot up Noah's face till the heel was on his forehead and then up into Noah's hair. Noah frantically trying to lick every inch of that foot as it traveled up his face. Nathan bent over and pulled off one of Noah's white sweat socks and flipped it on Noah's face to take the place of the sneaker. I frowned at the dried sweat stains on that sock and I actually caught a whiff of it when it was in the air... teenagers' foot odor for sure. Noah frantically grabbed the sock and pressing it tight to his face he inhaled a longer inhale than he'd done with the sneaker. Pre cum continued drooling out of his five inch cock and he began humping his hips off the floor again. Nathan said, "No!". I'd been fixated on Noah, but when I heard the "No" I looked up and saw that Nathan also had a hard boner visibly poking out the front of his boxers.... he was rubbing it in a circular pattern with his right hand flat against it. Nathan, balancing himself on one foot, took a long wheezy breath and mumbled, "Oh God" and then using his bare foot he pulled Noah's boxer waistband down, dragging the boner with it, and fastened the waistband tightly under Noah's hard nuts....the boner flipped back up to it's original position.... straight out from Noah's nicely formed pubic patch. Nathan began rubbing Noah's cock with that bare foot, smearing the pre cum on the sparse pubes and then on Noah's belly just under his T shirt and then fully down on his nuts. With amazing foot dexterity he massaged Noah's balls and pubic patch. Noah smacked his hands on the floor a number of times and made a sound in his throat like a cat in heat. It startled me and I looked at Noah's face for the first time in a while. He had his eyes and mouth tightly shut, his face was red and sweaty. Nathan relentlessly rubbed that bare foot down between Noah's legs, all around his pubic area, then down under his nuts, past the waistband and with his big toe pressed slightly inside Noah's asshole ....Noah lifting his ass off the floor some and then that mewing, cat-sound again escaped his throat. My boner was as hard as it can get and that tingling feeling I'm so familiar with started up. I really wanted to wank that thing, but I wanted to watch this show the twins were putting on even more. Nathan took his foot away from Noah ass to push the sock off Noah's face and again put his bare foot flat in it's place. Grabbing that foot in both hand Noah smelled all over the bottom by rubbing his nostrils tightly against the bottom of the foot from the toes to the heel. Then lots of wild licking with his tongue extended as far as he could extend it.... he licked the heel and lapped at the arch before frantically getting the toes into his mouth and sucking on them with wet slurping sounds. Nathan was still comfortably balancing himself on his other foot and continuing to massage his crotch from the outside of his underpants....a large wet spot showing where the head of his boner was. Noah slurped loudly on Nathan's bare foot while humping his hips off the floor in a rapid rhythm. This time Nathan said nothing about the humping as Noah methodically sucked those toes one by one licking in between each of then until spit was dripping back down from the toes to Noah's chin. The big toe that Nathan had pressed inside Noah's asshole was sucked on last and longest. My boner was at it's longest too.... The big toe sucking put Nathan over the edge and he had to pull his boner outside his boxers to stroke it in a full blown jerk-off. Two minutes of that with many quick breaths, grunts and moans...then calming down just enough to gently pull his foot away from Noah's mouth. Nathan held his breath, sat back on the bed, pulled his other sock off.... and with both of his long, narrow bare feet did a very adroit jerk off on Noah boner. Noah was moaning and meowing and humping his buttock off the floor repeatedly until soon he stopped everything, made a high-pitched wail and climaxed shooting a string of cum straight up in the air three feet or maybe higher, then that string of cum started to curve over and it came down to splat on his body from his chin, down across his Tshirt... stopping just before his sparse pubes started. The groan from Noah sounded like ecstasy-and-relief in equal portions. Three more smaller shots of cum from Noah causing him to make a funny squeal with each one and then Nathan's muffled multiple throaty grunts as he jerked himself into a climax that shook his body. His balls exploded a cum shot straight out from his five inch chubby cock in a very hard stream of juicy, creamy teen boy cum that shot out to three feet so fast I almost missed it...then it was suspended in mid air for a fraction of a second, all three of us staring at it, before it dropped down to form a 'plus sign' on Noah's T shirt, crossing Noah's earlier line of cum. My eyes were open as big as they can open and I gasped and wheezed throughout this extremely erotic episode, from beginning to end it lasted less than ten minutes, but...oh my God it was sexy/hot!. My balls were driving sperm in a twirling circle inside my nuts... but it would require a tiny bit more stimulation to get that climax up and out my wet, hard boner hiding there inside my jeans. All three of us had red faces and heaving chest. The twins were especially red in the face and sweaty, with half closed eyes, hearts thumping and legs spaszing a little. I could barely hear Noah moan out, "Oh holy shit, that was the best yet". Noah hardly ever speaks so that represented quite a speech for him. Nathan sounded exhausted muttering, "Having Oliver watch added to it, don't ya think?" Noah, still feeling the after affects of his climax could only say, "I guess". The truth is, neither of them even knew I was there through most of it. After a bit Nathan asked, "Is that a fetish, Oliver?" I said, "Yes, I believe it possibly could qualify as one." Nathan told me that they took turns on the floor..... with identical results. He said they usually do it totally naked, but that they didn't want to freak me out. I said, "That wouldn't freak me out" as I thought, "Oh my God, if they'd done it totally naked I'd be shooting off in my pants for a week". There are other positions the boys like while playing with their fetish.... such as, after a long day of classes and outdoor play, getting naked on one of their beds and laying head to feet. Facing each other's body so they can smell, suck and lick each others' feet until they spontaneously climax onto each other. No boner touching except for a kind of sword fight between their matching boners caused, of course, by all the mutual foot stimulation. Other times they leave their sweaty socks on and suck on them until they fire off their hard peckers. Sometimes it's as simple as smelling each other's sweaty socks as they jerk themselves off. They laughingly told me about them trying to get hold of other guys' sweaty socks or sneakers to smell while jerking off. Many times they don't even need to jerk themselves off, if the sock or sneaker is especially gross they'll spontaneous climax just sucking on it and smelling it. Way too much information for me...I told them that I got the idea...they didn't need to give me anymore details. When it was the twins' sock or sneaker or feet, that's one thing, but some fat slob's sweat soaked foot or sock was not a turn on to me. I reassured them that they had a full fledged fetish alright. They seemed pleased for some reason. We talked about fetishes being subconscious things and how I didn't know much about them... and general stuff like that. They knew quite a list of other bizarre fetishes and I guess it's a good thing that the boys weren't guilty or particularly embarrassed about their fetish...it was what it was. A short discussion about how they were doing in school and a little about making sure I keep my promise for when they turned sixteen and so on and so forth. I liked talking with the boys...and looking at them while I'm talking is a bonus for sure. But it got to be time for me to hit the road. After three o'clock in the afternoon already! Jeez, I had to meet Joey back at the dorm before six. The twins hugged me goodbye tightly and thanked me for coming, but no kisses which disappointed me and sort of surprised me too. Unpredictable twins, as usual. The ride back was uneventful except the last half hour overlapped "commuter drive time" and was very slow going. I'd called Joey's cell phone right after leaving the Prep school and he said there was no need for me to hurry. His mother was dropping him off at the senior gymnast dorm and I could pick him up there any time. During the first part of my drive all I could think about was that unbelievable foot fetish show the twins put on. That caused another boner that would not go down...it was a boner that needed attention and I decided I'd stop at our room and jerk off as soon as I got back. Then I'd pick-up Joey. The second part of the drive I thought about things in general starting with Frankie who I dreamed about every other night it seemed. It was almost like he was sending me telepathic messages or something. I really missed him and thinking about him made me, from habit, smell the underside of my wrist hoping for his smell there like it use to be when he and I were together. That didn't help my boner to go down either. Jesus, I wanted to suck Frankie's cock and swap spit with him and run my fingers through his short red burr haircut....I'm helplessly in love with Frankie. And, no matter how hard I tried not to allow a picture of that bitch Darleen in my head... there she was. I hate that fat cow.... how could she steal Frankie from me? Why would he prefer her to me?? I'd do anything for him, but right now I need to think about something else or I'll get in a depressed mood. Soon I'll be picking up Joey and that thought cheered me up. It has been three nights since the last time I went through Joey's bathroom routine, but I missed doing it so it seemed longer. That's going to be fun...not that thinking about it will in any way help this boner to go down. My only little concern is that Joey hadn't sounded too upbeat on the phone, I'll work to cheer him up when I see him. It made me smile to myself just thinking about him.....him and that fabulous gymnast body of his all naked and wet and slippery with me bathing and shampooing and putting the ointment on that rash up his hole..... which usually results in him asking me for help him with his "snake". Ha ha, a cute, huge snake it is too. Amazing how he seems so comfortable with me. Guess he has very little choice since he can't do for himself at the moment. Even after his bones heal there will be a lot of rehab to go through. Thinking about Joey helped my outlook quite a lot... it also made me forget my plan to stop at our dorm for that medicinal jerk-off that I'd planned on. I realized this as I was parking in front of the gymnast seniors' dorm. Oh well, I'm here now, horny as hell from my experiences with Nathan and Noah a few hours back. Inside I spotted Joey's wheelchair immediately, but no Joey. "Over here, Oliver" and there he was sitting at a table with some guy I didn't recognize. They were playing cribbage. The first thing he commented on was my haircut...he didn't sound like he liked it and the guy he was with mumbled, "what kind of fucked-up barber you going to, dude?" I wanted to say, "Go fuck yourself" but I did my fake cough instead and Joey said, "Do ya mind if I finish this match, Oliver? We just started best out of three." I said, "Sure, no sweat." Then I saw his new casts and exclaimed, " WOW! your casts, Joey. They're thin and... where's the harness?" He still couldn't use his arms, but the new cast were small and light-weight. Much more comfortable I would imagine. He explained these partially soft cast were all he needed for the next four to six weeks....and no shoulder rig at all. After that he's done with casts. Even with these new casts he still can't reach below his belly button, but still, taking care of getting him dressed and bathing him and all the other stuff will be easier with the removable semi-soft cast. He can wear regular shirts now too. It appeared Joey was trying to look excited about the new casts and about seeing me, but I could tell his emotions were flat and he didn't look well. His dorky cribbage opponent didn't know Joey well enough to realize he wasn't feeling 100%, but I did. I asked him, "You OK, Joey?" and he told me he was fine and then suggested I kill some time checking out the new wide screen, high definition, flat TV in the 'common' room. So I wandered downstairs and into the common area where I saw there was only one other guy in the whole place. He was sitting in a wing chair reading something with his back to me. I knew who it was even though I could only see the back of his head. Short, slightly wavy, two-toned blond hair....mostly regular blond hairs, but with very light blond natural highlights all through it. Very striking and in all my years of boy watching I'd seen this type hair only a few times and mostly on just very young teens. Here at the University of Penn, hair like that belonged to only one person...Randy Rider. Hot shit! When I came in the room he turned around in the chair to look at me so I said, "Wha sup, Randy? Good to see ya." He casually replied, "Oliver, my favorite freshman. You looking for the wheelchair kid?" He said it as though Randy and me have been buds for years. It gave me such a good feeling and we easily slid into some small talk. I told him a little about my trip to Delaware, leaving out all the sex except the part about Spunky. He laughed and told me I was lucky hooking up with a sixteen year old, ...and so on. Randy was quite up-front about being gay and told me he'd always felt he was gay. I replied, "Weird, man...because that's my exact history too." Randy wanted to know if I had a boyfriend and I said, "Well, almost. I think of him as my boyfriend ....and now all I need is for him to think that way too". We both laughed a little and he said he knew all about that deal. Randy was easy to talk to. By now I was sitting on the arm of the chair next to the chair he was in and I was feeling relaxed with him. While he was telling me this long unrequited-love-tale I studied his wonderful face and marveled that I'd just left the extraordinarily cute North twins a few hours ago and now I'm staring at another one of those one-in-a-million faces.... Randy's. Funny too that all three of them were about the same height... 5'5" or 5'6' tall. The twins were fifteen and were still growing, but Randy was probably twenty or twenty-one years old and was as tall as he would ever be. Most gymnast were short. Joey at 5'9" was one of the tallest. In addition to his extraordinary hair, Randy's most outstanding feature was his complexion...that peaches and cream, blemish-free skin that makes him always look ultra clean. His hair wasn't the only thing that was two toned either....bright two-toned brown eyes that had that basically indescribable look of intelligence. Looking in his eyes I just thought...this guy is smart. I don't know why I thought that, I just did. Along those lines, everything he said was either smart sounding or smart-ass. He was funny..... and even though he was a big-shot junior, he put me at ease and made me feel like an equal. His face was deliciously cute and that's all there is to it. Something about his cheekbone structure in conjunction with his mouth, lips and chin. Everything went together just right. That nose of his always made me think the same thing, "so cute I'd like to bite it"...gently of course. He has that perfect imperfection, that's what I call it anyway. A slight separation between his two front, brilliantly white teeth that gives him that boyish, mischievous look all the time....and when the boy smiles everything lights up, highlighted by those fabulous dimples on those kissable cheeks of his. It's not fair really, but he has got it all and so do the twins, yet he looks very different from the twins and from Frankie too. Frankie is the other one that has it all, in my opinion anyway. I think those four are in a class all by themselves, blessed with exceptional good looks although they all have different "looks"....well, except for the identical twins of course! All four of them are perfect 10s... the rest of us are in lower categories, from 9.9 on down. A lot of guys are in the 7s or high 6s but most are in the 5s or high 4s range. Hey! I been cataloging boys' looks for nine or ten years now, I know what I'm talking about. Intruding on my my daydreaming.... I somehow realized Randy had asked me a question so I said, "Excuse me dude, what was that?" He chuckled and said, "Good answer." I was going to let it go, but curiosity made me ask, "No, really...I didn't hear it. What'd you want to know?" Randy stood up and walked over to stand too close in front of me and said, "I asked you if you want to mess around in my room a little. That's all." I tried to do my fake cough, but it caught in my throat and came out as a gasp. He ignored it. I'm four or five inches taller than Randy, but with me sitting on the arm of that wing chair and Randy standing between my legs in front of me his head was actually a little above me.... I had to crane by neck to look up into his eyes. He stared back at me calmly, then gripping the back of my neck with his left hand he brushed my hair backwards on top of my head with his right. He did it slowly....it's one of those things that tend to put me in a trance, sort of. His face got closer and closer to mine and I could smell peppermint Chiclets gum on his breath when he said, "This haircut is too sexy for you, Oliver. You're plenty cute and hot enough with a normal haircut. I know I told you that you needed a haircut, but I didn't mean one as provocative at this." By the time he finished his sentence our lips were touching and I gulped trying again to say something. When Randy closed his lips on mine I opened my mouth and he pushed his peppermint gum from his mouth into mine and then did his version of a French kiss. I was already way over-stimulated from my activities with the twins and now Randy was demonstrating the difference between making-out with beginners like the boys and making-out with an experienced make-out king, like Randy. With a boner in each of our pants I went over backwards off the arm of the chair, me landing on my back in the seat with Randy and his boner on top of me. Randy laughed and said, "Ooooh, you taste good Oliver. I knew you would". He was laying comfortably on top of me and I noticed right off he had his own sexy personal odor, but it was obscured somewhat with a smell of perspiration. I rubbed my nose in his beautiful hair, just because I could... and then I said, "You want your gum back?" He kissed me on the cheek and said, "I want you to suck me off. That's what I asked you originally. Will you?" I said, "Yes" and we struggled to get up out of that chair and, mostly due to Randy's efforts, we succeeded. "Let's go to my room, Oliver." And I followed him thinking to myself, "I'm so scared, but if I ever hope to be confident I have to be decisive first. Plus, there isn't any reason I can't have some casual, playful sex with a hot kid like this. A kid who thinks I'm cute. What's wrong with that?" I couldn't clear my head enough to think of an answer. The best I came up with was...go for it! He was one of only a few juniors allowed to room in the seniors dorm, but he was a co-captain on the team so he had that option. His roommate wouldn't be back for "at least an hour"according to Randy. He said it was rare indeed that he had the dotm room all to himself and he wanted to make the most of it. Inside the room Randy dropped his gym shorts apologizing for his sweaty condition, he'd finished working out just ten minutes ago. Randy couldn't have been more relaxed or matter-of-fact. "Do you mind getting on your knees, Oliver. It's so hot to me having someone blow me on their knees." I got down in front of him as he said, "I've had this funny thing for you ever since that first day we took you guys out to lunch. I noticed you kept peeking at me all during lunch so I turned on my gaydar and figured you out." While I waited on my knees in front of him he rubbed my head and ruffling my hair with both his hands as he talked. It felt nice and added to the casual nature Randy lent to everything. It was also the kind of thing that puts me in a trance...sort of. After a bit he just held my head loosely in both hands and said, "It would be fabulous if you could start by licking through my jockstrap and later you can taste my real live pecker. OK?." And with that he pulled my head towards him until my face was tight up against his sweaty jockstrap. Randy talked in an normal, everyday tone of voice saying, "Just start tonguing under my jock and see if you can get it really saturated. Go ahead, Oliver." There was a strong odor coming off his crotch and it wasn't the pleasant odor I detected in his hair and on his face. His jock smelled pretty much like you'd think a sweaty jockstrap would smell. I like sucking a young guys cock though, so I ignored the smell and began lapping just under his jock near his hole..... my plan was to work my way up to his so-called "real live pecker" as quickly as possible. Randy said, "Oh yeah, just like that. Ohh good." It didn't surprise me that his ass was pretty much hairless because most of the rest of his body was smooth and hairless, including his legs. I had an arm around each of his thighs for something to hold on to and they were almost hairless too except near the pubic area where there was a some, but it was more like regular hair rather than pubic hair. He pushed my head further under him, between his muscle-bound legs and those legs held my head in place.... I was basically rimming him. It was unpleasant initially, but the more I licked the better the situation. The foul taste and smell was replaced with my saliva smell and after a short time his hole was slippery with my spit and I was lapping long licks all over his buttocks. He had me rim him for at least five minutes and my neck began aching bent backwards so long. I couldn't hear anything during the entire time either because his thighs were flat against my ears holding my head in place....then he got two fistfuls of my short hair and pulled me back face to face with his sweaty jockstrap again. His cock was now very hard and pointed up past the waistband of the jockstrap. Randy was breathing with short fast breaths when he said, "Now the jock, Oliver." I was sort of under his spell, the way I get, and I lapped that stinky jock until it was saturated with my spit. With a saturated jock strap, Randy moaned, "Ohhh shit, whoa. Wait a minute, let me get this off" and with that he held my head in place with a fistful of my hair and with the help of his other hand stepped out of his jock. His breathing was raspy. He stroked his long fat, hard boner a half dozen times and said, "Jesus, I'm glad you showed up, dude. I needed this." As he stroked his cock he was pulling on my hair which made me grimace because my hair was short which meant his fistful of it was pulling on the roots. He positioned my face against his groin...this time a naked groin, I began lapping under his big balls. For a guy his size he was really hung. Not quite as big as Pete, the mailroom kid, but close. I tried to remember some of the things Alexander had done when sucking me off, but mostly I just did long laps of his balls and then sucked in one ball at a time to tongue and suck on it in my mouth. The ball sac hung kind of low and I could feel his large nuts rolling around in there. Randy was moaning in his throat. but he still grunted out, "Get my pubes now" and I lapped all around his sparse pubic area and up to his belly button and down under his balls and up the other side of his boner to the belly button again...over and over until all the pubic hairs were flattened wet against his body....it was fun to be licking Randy's body. "Oh, you're great, Oliver. Now my cock.... and suck it hard." I lapped up the outside of that eight incher around all the sides and up and down it dragging my nose against that fat cock of his on the way down and dragging my chin on it on my way up. My tongue was way out of my mouth flat on his great boner. After a few minutes of that big tongue action he grunted out, "Oh fuck ohhh" and he roughly pulled my head away slightly so he could get his cock in my mouth. I sucked on the expanding head... this is definitely the best part for me. Sucking that cock. I stroked it as I sucked it and sucked it as I stroked it. My own cock was painfully hard so I unzipped, pulled it out and went to town on my knees, jerking myself off too. It felt so awesome to be sucking Randy Rider's cock. The fisting of my own boner was a blur of motion. Ohhhh, everything felt so good. All day I'd been sexually stimulated by one thing or another and except for early this morning I hadn't climaxed..and I desperately needed to. Stroking my boner and sucking on Randy's for a few minutes...I was really enjoying myself while making noises of pleasure in my throat. Then Randy said, "I'm fucking close" and he took hold of my head in both hand and began fucking my throat. His cock head was a tight fit down my throat but I'd learned how to take a cock by now.... and I liked it. He would run the head of his cock along the bumpy roof of my mouth and then in one smooth movement force it down my throat and press his spit soaked crotch tight against my lips and my teeth while he ground his hip around on my face with my nose squished against his belly....all I smelled was my own spit and his sweat mixed together..... then pulling his cock head up and out until it was just between my lips...he held it there and I'd suck on it until he started the trip across the roof of my mouth and then back down into my throat again. Randy was mostly silent except for loud breathing sounds until I felt his cock head begin to expand disturbingly large and as he was pulling out of my throat he went "Eeeeeee" and contracted his stomach muscles to force a long stream of creamy cum against the back of my throat, then a shot of cum at the roof of my mouth before pulling his cock out entirely to stroke it like crazy. It was a race who was stroking themselves faster...Randy or me. I had to swallow three times to accommodate all the cum in my mouth and throat. The next shot of cum from Randy's long boner was right in my face and it happened at the same second my climax spurted out and I sent a hard stream of cum onto Randy's legs while going "Ohhhh fuck! aghhhh" My second shot on his legs was simultaneous to Randy's smaller shot of cum in my hair, then we both just pulled on our peckers draining out drools of cum. The squeaking and squealing sounds we both made caused us to look in each others eyes for a second, Randy made a face like "What the fuck...?" and we had to laugh like mad at how stupid we sounded. Both of us completely out of breath, but we still couldn't help laughing. Randy hugged my neck and bent down to kiss me several times on the side of my face. Then he said, "Oh my God, Oliver...that was so freaking awesome I can't even tell you... man, you rock something crazy, dude. I'm going to be following you around like your fucking dog begging you to suck me off again. Jesus! That was something.." He helped pull me up and we went over to the sink, there was no bathroom, just the sink. Picking up a used washcloth from the side of the sink, either used by Randy or his roommate, Randy washed my face with it and cleaned the cum out of my hair and kept telling me what a fantastic blow job that was. The washcloth smelled funky! When I was "cleaned-up" he used the same washcloth to clean the cum off his legs and then he washed his crotch and under his ass with warm water after which he walked over to a pile of dirty clothes and found the cleanest, dirty pair of boxers and put them on. "You seem like a real expert at giving head, Oliver. You have a lot of experience?" He said it all in a neutral way, not critical or challenging, but rather like he was sincerely interested. I told him the truth, "I've done it three or four times in real life, but a thousand times in my head." Randy was surprised, but I could tell he didn't think I was lying. He was very serious as he said, "I hope you'll let me return the favor, Oliver. I'd really love to." He got a comb out of a drawer and began combing my wet hair to make it lay down like it had been before he mussed it up.... and shot cum in it. While combing my hair he said, "My boyfriend, Danny, dropped me after all these months together so I'm single again." When he said that he really sounded sad. I quickly replied back, "He dropped you?". Randy chuckled and said, "Yup, hard to imagine ain't it?" Out of Randy's room we walked over to the vending machine area and he bought both of us an ice cold bottled water. I felt so good. Getting my rocks off did wonders for my outlook. Randy said, "Ya know, Oliver. I could fall for you easily, dude. Ya want to be my boyfriend?" I smiled at him, but the way he said that stuff told me he was just goofing around. I said, "Well what about my half a boyfriend? What am I going to do about him?" Randy finished his water and said, "It don't sound like he'd even know you dumped him since he didn't know you two were an item in the first place." I thought about that and said, "Oh yeah. OK, let's get married...our children are going to be cute, don't ya think?" He squeezed the back of my neck and told me that my 'half a boyfriend' was a fool. We talked about the University some and I was telling him about my hot convertible Mini Cooper, which he thought was so very cool. Then I heard Joey call out "Any time you're ready, Oliver. I'm just watching these guys play now." Someone had helped Joey into his wheelchair. Randy winked at me and said, "I owe ya one" and he was gone. This is the best I've felt in a long time. I was not only fitting in here at college, I was almost in a clique...sort of. I've had a fabulously sexy weekend. And, I've made a great friend in Joey and we're both getting straight A's in all our college courses. Plus I've just had this fun blow job with the hottest thing I've seen in college so far...... all is fine in Oliver's world. Damn, I do rock. Pushing Joey's wheelchair to my car I stopped behind a van, leaned over and kissed Joey on the cheek saying, "I really missed my master" Joey gave a small smile and said, "Get me in the car, slave. I need to pee like mad!". He always has to pee and he always waits for me to help him do it... I had to put the top down so the collapsed wheelchair would fit in the little back seat during the short ride to our dorm. We went directly to the bathroom where I plopped Joey on the toilet and held his penis while he took a sixty second pee. I stood in front of him bent over with my forehead resting on his shoulder while I held his dick, directing the flow. Joey leaned the side of his head against mine and said, "I missed you more than you missed me, I'll bet". He, of course, meant that he missed me taking care of him...especially the hygiene stuff and the hand jobs. I was hungry and anxious to get to the dining hall...Joey was much less enthusiastic about it, but he agreed to go. All he ate was a cup of chicken soup. I had the full pot roast dinner with ice cream and a brownie for dessert. Joey looked away for most of the meal so finally I said, "Apparently you're not going to tell me on your own, so I'm asking.......what is wrong?" Joey beat around the bush for a bit but finally told me he hadn't taking a crap the last three days because it was too embarrassing to have his mother or his brother wipe his ass. He tried to make a joke and say that I was the only person he wanted wiping his ass. Joey was wicked constipated. I said, "No problem. dude. That fucking room of ours has all kinds of first aid stuff. I know there are a couple of those Fleet enemas there and we'll go back so I can give you one right now." Joey said, "Just like that?" I said, "Yup, just like that." We went back to the room and set about getting Joey feeling better. Constipation isn't something I've had much experience with, but the few times I had it I remember how it sure made me feel sluggish and slightly sick. I put a straight back chair in the bathroom in front of the toilet and got Joey naked. Then I started bath water running in the big old bathtub for a little later. I'd gotten both double Fleet enema bottles out of their boxes. With a bit of difficulty I got Joey across my lap and lubed his hole with creamy Vaseline, enjoying fingering him for a couple minutes. Not a peep out of Joey. Pushing in his hole a little too far and I felt a hard stoppage. So, into his hole goes the tube at the end of the enema bottle and I squeezed in the solution steadily. Joey complained of cramps before I even finished the first bottle. The instructions said one bottle would be more than enough for a 200 pound person, but what the hell, we had two bottles so we might as well do it twice as good. It gave me pause though...that 200 pound comment in the instructions, Joey was 120 pounds soaking wet. Then I figured, let's really clean his insides out once and for all...we'll use them both. Reaching under his belly I massaged there hoping to get the solution up further into his bowels. I could hear the growling inside him.... sounded kind of like my stomach growling when I'm hungry. The cramps let up so I finished off the first bottle and stuck in the full second one. Joey says, "Oh my God this sucks". I squeezed in some more from the second enema bottle. I also massaged Joey's muscular buttocks while I did it hoping this would push the liquid up inside him quicker. It startled the hell out of me when, without warning, some brown water started drooling out his hole..."Hey, for Christ sake, you're leaking, Joey. Hold it in so it can loosen everything up inside there." After a second Joey mumbled, "It really hurts, I have bad cramps and I don't know how much longer I can hold it in. I'm straining my ass off, so ta speak." I said, "Hmmmm. Try a little harder, dude. Work with me here. This isn't my idea of fun either, ya know." I was a little disappointed he wasn't more grateful I was going through this trouble for him. His voice was very strained, I had agreed with that.. Feeling a sense of urgency to get the remainder of this second bottle inside him I squeezed it all in him real fast. Proud of myself I pulled the nozzle out of his hole and, just like that, a six inch hard stream of shitty water followed that nozzle out of his hole. "God damnit! Hold it in Joey" I shouted. I could barely make out him saying, "I can't hold it in any longer." Well, obviously I've got to get him on the toilet... quick. I swung his legs around off my lap and the stream of shitty water was now coming out in a pressurized ten inch spray...it was going all over everything, including me. "God damn it!" I screamed again and Joey got up on his one good leg, but he was disoriented and began hopping around in a circle with that hose of shitty brown water shooting out of his hole covering everything in it's path...he was going, "Ahhhhh" as he hopped in that stupid circle. I grabbed him and roughly sat his ass down hard on the toilet seat and immediately heard clumps of waste matter hit the water. Good grief, just in the nick of time. His stream of brown water had crossed the toilet seat too so he was sitting in shitty water even as he evacuated his bowels. I took all my clothes off except my underpants and began the clean-up. First all the shitty water was wiped up using three large bath towels and then Lysol disinfectant cleaner, the whole freaking container, was sprayed around that bathroom and more clean towels were used to absorb the disinfectant. Then clean wet towels and finally clean dry towels soaked the clean water up. It was going to be a hell of a laundry load tomorrow. I saved two clean towels for after our bath, but used every other one we owned. Then I helped Joey stand while I disinfected and cleaned him and the toilet seat. Then I cleaned him and myself again with another clean wash clothe. He, me and the entire bathroom were very clean before I was satisfied. Sweat was dripping off my face and glistening on my chest by the time I was done. Joey was sitting on the clean toilet seat and in between grunting out the last of the enema water he gives me a goofy look and says in his pretend serious voice, "That whole thing went very well, don't ya thing, Oliver". We started laughing so hard I almost had to use the sink to pee in...what with Joey on the toilet and all. He had tears running down his face from laughing so hard. I got that stitch in my side where you can't catch your breath and you think, "this is it, I'm going to die" and then, just like that, you can breath again. It went on for a couple of minutes and just when we'd calm down to snickers one of us would twirl our index finger in a circle imitating Joey hoping around in a circle with that hose of brown, shitty water firing out his ass hole...off we'd go into hysterics again. By the time we were over the laughing Joey was over his doo doo and I wiped his ass real good for him. Joey said, "I'm feeling better Oliver, but my ass hurts and by belly hurts and I'm wicked tired". I know how he felt, but even though I'd cleaned all the enema mishap off him, me and the bathroom, we still needed a bath so I insisted he get in the tub for a quick one. I took off the soft casts and he held his arms against his stomach and clasped his hands together to prevent much movement. The cast on his knee still needed the plastic cover. When he was situated in the warm water he said, "Oh yeah Oliver, you were right....this is good. How about you getting in with me like we did just before I left for the weekend last Friday". to be continued.. " More Joey & More Randy" Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com