Date: Sat, 6 Mar 2010 06:31:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trimurti Prologue & Chapter !

The Trimurti






by





D. V. Zomba


Copyright 2010

Prologue
Chapter One -- The Incubus
Chapter Two -- Confusion
Chapter Three -- Surprise
Chapter Four -- A Matter of Karma
Chapter Five -- Union

Prologue

	The Trimurti (trans: `three forms') is a Hindu concept and refers
to their Trinity: Brahma, the creator; Vishnu, the sustainer' and Shiva,
the destroyer. Shiva is an interesting deity. He his usually dark in color
and many of his forms are nude. One, in particular shows him lying on his
back nude, with an erection, in a cemetary while his consort, Kali, also
nude, is dancing wildly on his body.
	Throught the history of man a trio often appears--for example the
Christian Trinity.
	Richard Balfour, Brodrick Smithson and Alston Franklyn were close
friends. They had met as Freshmen at the U of M, and their association,
their friendship had developed over the years. They were often seen
together on campus, so often in fact, that their friends referred to them
as the Three Musketeers.

	Richard Balfour, known to everyone as Dick, was considered to be a
genuine hunk. He was six feet tall, one-hundred-eighty-five pounds, had
brown wavy hair, blue eyes, a strong jawline, straight nose and a brilliant
smile. Rick was not `ripped' but smoothly muscular, a musculature that
exemplified the build of a classic quarter-back, his posution on the
university's team . . . actually second string quarterback. His broad
shoulders `V'ed' down to a narrow waist, a firmly rounded ass, relatively
muscular thighs and an uncut package that was the envy of most men who saw
it. On the beach in his swim briefs he received the glances of all the
women and a lot of the men as well. Dick choose to bear swim briefs rather
than the boxer type swim wear because, if the truth be told he was proud of
his physique. Who wouldn't be? But, he was not vain, in the traditional
sense.
	Dick came from a solid middle class family and had two siblings, an
older sister and a younger brother. His father owned an appliance store in
Brookings where his mother helped out. During school holidays Dick often
helped his parents out in the store.
	Dick's vocabulary tended to be somewhat colorful, sprinkled with
explicit argot of a sexual nature, generally. It wasn't that his vocabulary
was limited, it was part of his macho image, or so he thought. Rick, his
university room-mate would often comment, "Foul mouthed sociologists are an
anacronym!" To which Dick would parry, "Fuck off!"

	The second member of the trio, Brodrick Smithson had been called
Rick since he was a young boy. He disliked the formality of Broderick. Rick
was quietly handsome, six feet tall, one-hundred-seventy-five pounds, had
dark brown hair, brown eyes, an Aquiline nose which he thought was not his
most attractive feature. But, with the rest of his face, his nose fit. He
had a great smile and a mouth that mesmerized the girls. Rick had the build
of a middle distance runner, long and taunt. He was a bit shy of his
endowment, of which he had no reason to be. His cut cock was thicker than
the average even in a detumescent state, and his ball sack was opulent, but
like the rest of the guys at school, he was not averse to walk from his
room the the showers with his towel slung over his shoulder. Rick was
quietly confident and tended to dress somewhat nattily, but not fastidious.
	Rick's father was a lawyer in Rochester, Minnesota and his mother
was a bit of a socialite, volunttering for several charities. His elder
brother had gone to the University of Chicago, majored in Bacteriology and
was now pursuing his Ph.D. at Wisconsin. He, Rick thought, without rancor,
that his brother was the star of the family.
	Mathematics came easy to Rick, so that was one his majors, along
with computer science. His majors were rigorous, but studying came easy to
him. He knew that his father wanted him to study law, but law bored himm
and a part as a form of rebellion he went into math and computer science.

	The final member of the trio wass Alston (Al) Franklyn. He
astonishingly good looking. His black curly hair, brown eyes, flaired
nostrils, full mouth and skin the color of dark honey belied his mixed
ancestory. His genes were obviously the best of both his parents, his black
father and white mother of Scandinavian ancestry. Al was six-foot-two inch
tall and his skin tone set off his one-hundred-ninty-five pounds of
rippling muscles, emphasizing and delineating each. He was a magnificent
man. Al had the build of a star basketball player, which indeed he
was. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, bubble butt, a bounteous uncut, package
complete with low hangers and muscular thighs set off his frame. He could
have had Ashanti or Zulu or even Nubian forebearers, but his ancestory on
his father's side, like many Black Americans, was lost in the fog of
history. Nonetheless, he was a proud, self-assured, friendly and affable
young man.
	To Alston Franklyn the academic life came somewhat easy. He did
have to study, but his natural intelligence spared him from having to spend
long hours at the books. Yet, from time to time his name appeared on the
Dean's List, reserved for those with a `B+' average or better for the given
semester. His appearance on the Dean's List brought him many good natured
and envious jibes from his basketball team mates. To which he would parry,
"Majoring in counselling is an easy gig!" Actually it wasn't as easy as he
stated.
	Al's father was a physician in Minneapolis, a virologist, and his
mother was a nurse. He had one younger sister. Quite naturally, he was the
pride of his family.








Chapter One The Incubus

	Dick Balfour had been my room mate since we were Freshman. We
really complemented each other as he was somewhat studious and laid back
and I tended to be a bit more up front and studied only when I had to.

	"You going to homecoming?" I asked Dick.
	"Naw. Got to fuckin study tonight!"
	"Well, I may be late, going to the Omega Psi Phi party with Al
after."
	"OK, watch your ass!"
	"I always do!"

	The game was a bust! We lost, but that didn't dampen the frat
party. Al, as well as a couple of my classmates were members and the
liquor, which was ostensibly verboten, flowed like water. We both got a bit
tipsy, and about 1:00 am, Al and I decided to leave.
	Al was a bit drunker than me and continuously lurched into me as we
walked back to the dorm across campus. Actually he needed a bit of help
climbing the stairs. I wrapped my arm around his narrow waist and he leaned
against me. The feel of his muscular body against mine sent a slight thrill
through me. I led him to his room, unlocked the door for him, closed it and
guided him to his bed. He flopped on the bed pulling me on top of him,
knocking the breath out of me momentarily. Grasping my head he brought my
lips into contact with his full lips. I attempted to pull away, but not
before he insinuated, snaked his long tongue into my mouth. He held me
tight.
	"Mmmm!" I groaned as his searching tongue hit some hidden, hitherto
unknown button in my being. Without consciously realizing it at the time,
my tongue slipped into his mouth and our searching tongues entwined. The
initial tenseness that first enveloped me slipped away and I surrendered to
his sensual probing. The warmth of our bodies together was a new sensation
and one that was not altogether distasteful. I felt a distinct swelling as
his groin pressed against mine. Again, for some inexplicable reason, I too
felt a swelling in my nether region. Our hot cocks were transmitting some
primordial message, each to the other, messages demanding release.
	Al relinquished his hold on my head and his tongue found its way to
my ear and then down to my neck. There he licked and sucked one of the most
sensitive spots on my body. His coursing tongue caused uncontrolled shivers
to race through me.
	"Ahhhh!" I groaned.
	Feeling his hand insinuated itself down, between our layered
bodies, seeking out my growing cock, I shifted inexplicably. The feel of
his warm hand as he clutched, then fondled my encased cock was surprisingly
delicious.
	"Ahhhh!" I groaned again.
	Al twisted his body until he was now on top. Again he kissed me
with his lush, moist lips. My body torqued in erotic delight. I was by now
gasping and panting. Quickly he slid down my trunk and with unbelievable
nimbleness, my jeans were opened and he was fishing in my briefs for my
hard cock. Having found it, Al pulled it out and immediately swallowed half
of my throbbing, pulsing prick. I shuddered in the pleasure. The of his hot
mouth transmitted to my equally hot, quaking cock was glorious, wantonly
lascivious.
	"Oh! Geese!"
	Like some primal machine he began bobbing up and down on my
obdurate dick. I looked down and received such luxurious pleasure in
watching his full lips sliding up and down my adamantine shaft.
	Normally, I am not a quick cummer. But, this night, this situation
propelled me quickly into the cosmos and I shot jet after jet deep into his
throat!
	"ARGGHHH!" I moaned out loud.
	Al continued sucking me. The sensation became unbearable and I
snaked my way up the bed and out of his mouth. He looked at me with glazed
eyes, grabbed the pillow and in an instant was asleep. I tucked my
softening cock back in my briefs, zipped up my jeans and left Al's room.
	As I walked across the hall to my room, Dick was still studying.
	He looked up, bleary eyed and stated, "You look like you've been
run over by a truck!"
	"Something like that." I answered and flopped on my bed without
undressing. Lying there the images of the past few minutes raced through my
brain. "Why did I allow that to happen? Why didn't I immediately extricate
myself and leave?" I asked myself. Then, I admitted that it felt awesome
and only then did I fall asleep.

	When I awoke the next morning Dick had already left. I pulled
myself out of bed, stripped, grabbed my towel and walked down the hall to
the shower. The showers on our hall and in the whole dorm were
communal. Each consisted of six shower heads, two on each of three
walls. As I walked in, I saw Al. His head was raised as the water flowed
over his face and down his chest and legs. I couldn't help but notice his
dark, substantial dick hung limply down over his pendulous balls. Turning
on the shower opposite him, I stepped under its warm flow. Al turned.
	"Hey Rick."
	"Hey," I answered.
	"Damn! Drank too much last night!" he stated.
	"Me too," I stated as I started to lather up my body. I tried not
to look at Al this morning. Truth be told, I was a bit embarrassed, not at
getting my dick sucked--that was problem enough--but at how it might effect
our friendship. As with Dick, my friendship had flowered quite naturally
with Al. I really liked him as a friend, we had a lot in common.
	Al rinsed off for the last time, grabbed his towel and as he left
the shower area, winked at me and grinned.

	"Wonder if Rick is pissed?" I thought as I went back to my room. As
I thought of the night before, my dong began to swell.
	I had thought over the past few years that he was such a great guy,
easy to talk to and damned understanding. And he had an amazing cock, thick
as hell and with a humungous knob. A couple of times, in the showers, I
couldn't help but notice it bulk up and would, good naturedly kid him about
it.
	"Damn! That thick dick of yours is going to tear some poor woman's
pussy apart!"
	He would blush and turn to the wall trying, uncuccessfully to will
it down. It must have been hellfor him with that emmense cock.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

	Al was over at a friend's house one Saturday. Billy and he decided
to take a swim in the Allington's pool.
	"You can use one of my suits," Billy said as skinny dipping in the
Allington's pool would have been out of the question.

	Billy was two years older than Al's fourteen years at the time and
tended to me the more dominant of the two. He was always suggesting some
unusual activity for the two to perform, usually on a dare--skinny dipping
in the nearby creek, exploring an abandoned house in the neighborhood, at
night and the like. Al usually went along with it as he admired Billy
immensely and was proud that an older kid would spend time with him.

	The two went to Billy's room and stripped, put on the swimming
suits and spent the next two hours frolicking in the Allington's pool. A
bit tired, they returned to Billy's room and toweled off. Al was drying his
back when Billy glanced over at Al's crotch.
	"Damn! You've got a big cock for your age!" and he reached over and
fondled Al's adolescent dick.
	He was both proud of his cock and pleased at the compliment. Al
twitched at the touch of as he looked down at Billy's fondling hand. Al was
proud of the sparse pubic hair he had sprouted over the past six
months. But it didn't compare to Billy's, The adolescent cock sprang up,
erect in under a minute. Billy began to masturbate Al's stiff dick, moving
his hand up and down the length, revealing the pinkish-purple, glistening
cock head only to hide it again as his hand moved towards the
end. Suddenly, Billy dropped to his knees and started to suck that
pubescent cock. Almost immediately Al's whole being began to tremble with
delight at that sensuous, lascivious ministration.
	Eyes wide with surprise and erotic bliss Al watched his friend's
mouth move up and down the length of his quivering shaft. His legs quivered
uncontrollably as Billy sucked and tongued that hard, young cock.
	Al had been jacking off for almost a year, so when he began to move
towards cosmic release, he recognized the feeling. Slowly he began to
thrust his hips forward, driving his cock even deeper into that hot, moist
mouth and throat.
	Gasping, Al shot his load into Billy's mouth. Pulling off, Billy
looked up at Al and asked, "How'd you like that?"
	"Awesome," was all Al could say.
	The two quietly dressed and Al left for home. He was spent, yet
buoyant.
	Over the next two and a half years Al emptied numerous loads of his
lustral fluid down Billy's throat. It became a normal thing when they were
usually together.
	It was during their third erotic encounter when Al was spending a
night with his friend, that Billy asked, "Suck my cock, man."
	At first Al was a bit reluctant, but when Billy asked again. He
tentatively took Billy's cock head into his mouth. Within a minute he was
bobbing up and down on Billy's hard, hot cock. That would be the first
time, but far from the last. Al began to look forward to their meetings,
not just because he yearned to have his cock sucked, he also grew fond of
sucking Billy's proud, obdurate prick. It became his own private suck
pole. He revelled in the feeling of that engorged muscle sliding back and
forth over his lips and into his throat.

	It had been a couple of years since Al had Billy's cock in his
mouth. But there were others. He remembered, fondly when he was a Freshman
and in the main library studying, he had to use the bathroom one
afternoon. Walking into the basement john, he saw that two of the three
urinals were occupied so he entered one of the two stalls, took out his
dick and pissed. He noticed that in the connecting wall was a hole, maybe
two-and-a-half inches in diameter. He heard the two guys at the urinal
leave.
	When he finished, he shook his dick, retracted the foreskin,
revealing his now ample pinkish-purple, glistening head and pushed the
loose hood back over the helmet. This retraction he did two or three times
as was his habit.
	Suddenly he saw a finger tip appear in the opening and beckon. He
repeated his retraction exercise again and his cock began to swell. The
finger slid further into Al's space and insistently signaled. Turning
slightly and moving towards the hole. Al allowed the finger to gently
caress his growing cock. Then the finger withdrew only to be replaced by a
pair of lips and a tongue snaking out lasciviously. Moving closer, Al
luxuriated in the tongue licking his cock head. Instinctively he moved
closer to the hole inserting his florid head into the moist lips.
	"Ahhhh!" He gasped quietly, then shoved his whole cock through the
hole, that glorious hole, that glory hole. The guy on the other side didn't
waste any time, but immediately swallowed Al's substantial length. Nearly
collapsing from the unexpected onslaught, Al's knees buckled and he grabbed
the top of the partition for support and flexed his hips forward. Within a
few short minutes there was that cosmic release, a delicious mixture of
pleasure and pain.
	"Ahhhh!"
	Al emptied his considerable load into that motive mouth, pulled
out, took some tissue, dried his dripping cock, stowed it back in his pants
and left.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

	I guess the sight of his cock over the years and the liquor
neutralized any reservation I had. But it sure felt good . . . so thick
. . .  and that big helmeted cock head. I could feel my cock swelling
again.
	All that Sunday, I had the feeling that Rick was avoiding
me. Monday night as I was on my way to my room after practice, I ran into
Rick in the hall.
	"Hi!"
	"Hi," he answered.
	"Hey, Rick, ya got a couple of minutes?"
	"Yeah," he answered half hearted.
	"I need to talk to you! It's kinda important," I said opening my
door and motioning for him to enter. I sat on my desk chair, the only chair
in the room and Rick sat, reluctantly on my bed. I had left the door ajar
partially for Rick's comfort, but a draft closed it and I heard the latch
click. Rick glanced at the door like a caged animal.
	"I suppose you're pissed over Saturday night?"
	Shrugging nervously, "Not really."
	"Not really?" I asked.
	"Well, not pissed, but surprised as hell."
	"Was what I did uncomfortable for you?"
	"Well, I was a bit taken back at first."
	"At first?"
	"Yeah."
	"Then?"
	Looking down at his hands in his lap, "Then . . . then it felt
kinda good."
	"Kinda good?"
	He looked up at me and stated emphatically in exasperation, "Yeah!
It felt good . . ." then added, "Real good."
	His eyes locked on mine, not really a glare, but a mixture of fear
and defiance. After a minute, "Can I ask you a question?"
	"Sure," I answered.
	"Have you done that before to other guys?"
	"Yeah, I have."
	"A lot?"
	"What's `a lot?'"
	"More than ten."
	Smiling, I admitted, "More than ten but less than fifty." I wasn't
sure of my figures, but who's going to quibble?
	"Geese!" Then, "Can I ask you a question"
	"Sure."
	"Are you gay, Al?"
	"No, not entirely . . . i still like to fuck pussy once in a
while."
	He shrugged, trying to comprehend.
	"Have you been sucked before?" I asked.
	"NO!" came the quick answer, then "Well, . . . I was sucked when I
was fourteen, but that really doesn't count. We were kids."
	"Did you enjoy it then?"
	Shrugging, he admitted, "Guess so."
	"And you liked it the other night?"
	"Told you I did," he spat out.
	"And you kissed me back when I kissed you."
	"Yeah," came the quiet reply.
	"Why didn't you push me off?"
	"I thought about it . . . but then . . . guess I forgot," came his
feeble reply.
	"Rick, you may think I'm weird or sick, but I've been looking at
your great cock since we became friends as Freshmen. I wanted to take it
into my mouth and run my tongue over it. I wanted to feel that thick shaft
of yours sliding past my lips. I wanted to hear you moan, tense, gasp and
shoot your cum in my mouth. I wanted to fondle your balls. Sorry, but
that's the way I feel."
	Rick continued to look at me, but the look in his face
softened. Then I noticed him blush.
	"What's the matter?"
	"Nothing,"
	"Rick, what's the matter?"
	Again the cornered animal expression. "Well . . . all that sex talk
. . .  has made me hard!"
	I laughed, he smiled sheepishly.
	"One more question, OK?"
	"OK."
	"Have you ever had a better blow job?"
	Smiling sheepishly, he admitted, "Never . . . " then added, "It was
awesome."
	Moving from my chair to the bed, beside him, I said, "I'm going to
hug you."
	No answer is acquiescence. He didn't answer. I wrapped my arms
about him and hugged him.
	"Humpf," Rick uttered. Then I felt a tentative hug from
him. Knowing that his neck was ultra sensitive, I nibbled over its surface,
licked it and sucked it lightly.
	He gasped, "Ahhhh!"
	Running my hand down his chest and over his belly, I approached his
crotch. He made no move. Then I gently cupped his crotch, his bulge. It was
hot, it was pulsing and indeed his cock was rampant.
	Pulling back, I looked into his eyes and admitted, "Rick, I want to
suck you off again."
	Returning my gaze, Rick made no reply. Quietly and quickly, I
pulled his sweater and T-shirt off, laid him back on my bed, undid his belt
and zipped down his jeans. I then slipped off his shoes and sox and started
to pull off his jeans. I was a bit surprised as he lifted his hips off the
bed to facilitate my stripping him. He lay there, passive, his briefs
obscenely tented and drawn out of shape, looking at me. Reverentially, I
grasped the waist band of his briefs, lifted it over his rampant,
upstanding cock and as he again lifted his hips, I peeled it down his legs
and off. There before me lay Rick's nude body, compliant, waiting.
	Quickly I stripped, lay down beside him, took him into my arms and
kissed his open mouth, tenderly. Then and only then, Rick's arms came to
life and he encircled my torso. His mouth sought my mouth. His tongue
sought my tongue and we kissed long and passionately. I licked his neck and
tongued his ear.
	"Ahhhh!" he groaned. Then, in tandem, he licked my neck. That made
my cock twitch.
	Moving down and sitting beside him I moved from one nipple to his
dark, hairy pit and then to the other nipple, licking, kissing, sucking.
	"Ahhhh!" he gasped as his body torqued under my lascivious
onslaught.
	Rick had the most glorious areolas as large as a half dollar with
prominent nipples that stood out when sensitized. Lightly I grasped them
with my teeth.
	"Ahhhh!"
	My hand proceeded my lips to his turgid, thick cock. My long
fingers barely reached around its width. I couldn't wait! I moved my lips
to the bulbous cock head, licked its firm surface, even tongued the dark
mole on the side of his cock near his nush before swallowing his whole
cock.
	"Ahhhh!"
	Suddenly I felt my upstanding, hard cock being grasped in his
hand. He moved it downward exposing by glistening knob, and then moved back
up, squeezing my shaft convulsively.
	"Mmmm," I moaned with delight.
	As I began to bob up and down his thick cock, Rick moved his hand
up and down my velvety shaft, keeping pace with my cock pounding mouth. As
i speeded up, so did his hand. Soon I felt Rick's muscles stiffen, his back
arched and his hand went into overdrive. He was quickly approaching that
primordial release we all longed for.
	He released my cock, grabbed the pillow and bellowed into it,
stifling the sound.
	"ARRGGGHHHH!" and I felt his cock spasm and jet after jet of his
lustral fluid filled my mouth. He arched his hips off the bed, gasped and
fell back limply, panting.
	Slowly I relinquished his softening cock and grasped my own. I was
near release and his jacking me demanded completion. Swiftly my hand moved
up and down my eroticized rod `til I came. My pearly cum shot high into the
air and fell on my thigh and chest.
	"Geese," Rick exclaimed in wonder upon witnessing my powerful
ejaculation. Tenderly he ran his finger through the remaining pearl of cum
at my cock slit.
	"Well? I asked rhetorically.
	"Amazing . . . amazing."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

	My second blow job was more sensational than the first. The whole
situation was incredible. And, Al's ejaculation looked like Old
Faithful. Never had I witnessed such a release in my limited experience,
not only by its force, but its amount as well.
	Slowly I got up and dressed as Al quietly wiped the cum from his
chest, legs and now dangling cock. Then he too dressed, slipping into a
pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. The shorts did little to hide the size
and shape of his detumescent dick.
	I must admit he had a spectacular cock. Even though the skin of his
body can be described as the color of dark honey, his cock's skin was
considerably darker and his ball sac was near black in color. The only
relief was the pinkish-purple, gleaming, encased cock head.
	I went to my room and lay on my bed. Rick was not there. In the
afterglow of the stupendous orgasm, I pondered my situation.
	This time, I was not surprised at what had transpired--that is, Al
sucking my cock. But I was a bit concerned at my passive complicity, my
acquiescence. And, my statement, `Well . . . all that sex talk . . .  has
made me hard!' was tantamount to an open invitation. I had been sucked by
one or two of my dates since high school. The they didn't compare. Maybe
the adage that `only a man knows how to suck properly' is true! Anyway, I
was in a quandary and promised to myself not to get in this luxurious
situation again.
	I didn't take supper, but, instead, took a long leisurely shower
and climbed into bed. Later, Rick came home, out of deference to me turned
on his desk lamp and got ready for bed. I was still awake and
surreptitiously watched him as he stripped.
	"He sure has a great body," I commented to myself. When he stripped
off his boxers, I was treated to an unobstructed view in that half light of
his opulent uncut cock and prodigious ball sac.
	"Damn!" I again commented to myself, "He sure is hung!"
	I squirmed as I realize that the sight of crotch treasure caused my
own cock to swell.
	He got into bed, across from me, displaying his fine ass as he
slipped into bed, reached over and switched off his desk lamp. Rick slept
nude.
	The moonlight seeping through the window silhouetted his tented
sheet and I could see that he started to play with himself. After a minute
or so, I could hear his forearm slapping against his lower belly as he
jacked off.
	"Are you jackin off again?" I snorted.
	"Go fuck yourself!" and he continued to beat his meat until I heard
him gasp . . . then silence.
	Even after that fantastic orgasm earlier, and Rick's jacking off
barely three feet from me, my cock own cock became excruciatingly hard. I
turned over, trapping my errant dick between my belly and the
mattress. Soon I fell asleep.

	That weekend Rick went home for a couple of days. It was his
parent's wedding anniversary, their twenty-fifth.
	I was finishing up some homework when there was a knock on my
door. Even though I didn't have a stitch of clothes on, I automatically
said. "Come on in."
	It was Al, having come from the shower, he had wrapped a towel
`bout his slim waist. Saturday night was always open house in the
dorm--that is from 6:00 `til 9:30 pm. So we were admonished not to traipse
around the hall in our all-together. I was safe `cause I was in my room.
	Al closed the door and asked. "You going to supper tonight?"
	"Yeah," I answered, and added, "Gimme a half hour to finish."
	"Sure."
	Walking over to where I was sitting at my desk, he brushed his
bulge against my arm. "What you working on?"
	"Calculus," I answered as he continued to rub up against me.
	It didn't take much from Al to get me aroused after our previous
couplings. My cock began to swell and lurch upward.
	"Why don't you take a wee break?" he purred as he reached down and
fondled my burgeoning cock.
	"Damn!"
	"Looks like this love rod needs some attention now."
	I leaned back and let him have at my cock. Suddenly he kneeled
beside me and moved to take my hardened dick into his mouth.
	"Not here!" I gasped. "I don't know for sure when Rick's coming
back," I lied. That was partially true, but Rick's and my room was sorta
sacrosanct to me.
	"OK. Lets go to my room."
	"OK."
	I got up, put on a pair of jogging pants an a polo shirt. I pulled
the shirt as far down as I could to mask my rampant cock.
	As we hastily crossed the hall to Al's room, I thought, "So much
for my promise!"
	Al quickly locked his door and dropped his towel as I shed my
clothes. I had advanced to that step--that is, stripping myself. Al walked
up to me, enfolded me in his arms and planted his luscious, full lips on
mine. I loved the feel of his tomgue snaking into my mouth. Our tongues
dueled in that ertoic contest. Our modies melded and mine jerked with
passion.
	Moving to his bed, Al recreated his initial endeavors of the last
time we connected. He moved from one of my nipples to my pit and then to
the other nipple, licking, kissing, sucking `til I was groaning and
squirming. He licked down my chest, past my navel and approached my
bush. At that juncture he spun adound and took my trembling, engorged
prick. His movement brought his cock even with my face and I reached out
and grasped it. As he began to suck my cock, I played with his, gently
pushing back his ample foreskin with one hand I felt his burnished, swollen
cock head with my other, Then I slipped his satiny, loose cock hood over ny
clasping thumb and fore finger.
	Al pulled off my cock, turned his head and watched me in my sensual
exploration.
	"Suck it," he whispered.
	I had never in my life had any desire to take a guy's cock into my
mouth. But this situation was different. I was eroticized beyond belief. I
lowered his foreskin, exposing that pinkish-purple wonder, opened my mouth,
tentatively licked its silken surface and then slid my lips over thet
helmet, just pase the flaring corona.
	I had Al's cock in my mouth!
	"Ahhh!" he gasped. "Yes!" Then he again swallowed my smollen,
pulsing cock.
	That action propelled me down the half-length of that wondrous
instrument. Slowly I began to move my head back and forth over Al's
mahogany rod.
	I was sucking a cock! I was sucking Al's cock! I began to receive a
strange sensual pleasure from that activity, as we both connected to the
same rhythmic motion. Al would swallow all my cock. burying his node in my
tightening balls. I tried to take all of Al's prodigious length, but felt
my gag reflex kicking in. I couldn't take it all, but I easily could
minister to half its length. Al cupped my ass and pulled me as deep in his
mouth as my cock would allow--all the way.
	We were both were moaning and gasping in delight and luscious
enthusiasm. I could feel myself ascending to that cosmic sphere of ultimate
relaease, and I sucked harder and faster. The feel of his satiny cock skin
slipping back and forth over my enfolding lips was too delectable to
describe. Suddenly, I was being shot into deep space. I opened my mouth to
voice my release, and as I did, my mouth was filled with repeated bursts of
cum from his cock.
	"Aarrgghh," I gurgled as Al moaned so loud that it shook my frame.
	I didn't know what to do with his cum, so I swallowed his whole
load. I could feel his throat muscles ripple as he swallowed mine.
	Wiping the residue of his cum from my lips, I groaned, "Oh! My
Gawd!"
	Al swung around, enfolded me in his arms and kissed me
deeply. There in out mouths the residual cum mixed and we swallowed that
mixture.
	Al raised his head, looked deeply into my eyes, "That was
spectacular," and added. "Thanks."
	Rather than getting up, quickly dressing and leaving as I had done
the other two times, I luxuriated in his embrace and we both drifted,
peacefully into a sated slumber.
	I was the first to drift back to wakefulness. I looked at Al's
peaceful face and lightly kissed those luscious, full lips, those lips that
had just given me such pleasure. His eyes fluttered open and the most
glorious smile spread across his face.
	"How are you?" he asked.
	"I'm OK! But, I really can't understand my actions this past week
or so." Then, with a smile, I stated, "You must be some kind of incubus!
	He laughed, "Didn't know incubuses or incubi were black!"
	"Well, mine is!"

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	Rick's light kiss brought me out of my satisfied sleep.
	"How are you?"
	"I'm OK!" he answered.
	I pushed up on my elbow and looked down into his peaceful face.
	"Are you OK with what just happened?"
	"Yeah. I'm beginning to really like it when you suck me off."
	"That's not what I meant!"
	He knew what what I meant.
	"Yeah," Rick simply answered.
	"Yeah, what," I pushed.
	"Yeah, I'm OK with what I did," he evaded the issue.
	"And what did you do?"
	Ricks eyes narrowed, he flushed slightly , but he answered, "I
sucked your cock."
	"And, did you enjoy it?" I pushed again.
	"Can't say I did, can't say I didn't."
	I think we was being evasive. I really believe he enjoyed my hard
cock in his mouth. I really believe he enjoyed sucking me.

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	From that point on, Rick and Al connected three or four times a
month. Always, they coupled in Al's room. Al didn't mind. He even didn't
mind the the interim times. Wen they did couple, Rick seemed more
passionate and sexually assertive than the time before.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

	After that third connection, I came to enjoy those times I was with
Al and he sucked my cock. And, later I even came to look forward to those
times together when I had his long cock in my mouth. I finally came to the
conclusion that I enjoyed sucking cock.
	This conclusion was reinforced at the end of the semester. I was
preparing for my examinations and I needed a place where I could study in
peace, un molested. Normally, I would study in my room, but with Dick often
there and the possibility Al would intrude with his lascivious incursions,
I found a secluded spot in the basement of the main library.
	While studying there, late one afternoon, I had to make use of the
john. When I entered, one guy was at the urinal. I made a bee line for one
of the two stalls. I lowered my pants and briefs to my ankles--I am one of
those who does that--and proceeded with my business. I happened to notice
that there was a hole, nearly two-and-a-half inches in diameter. "How
convenient I thought. I turned to and studied the book I had brought with
me. No time was wasted! Finishing my business, I flushed the toilet but did
not immediately leave as I had come across an important passage. As I was
rereading it, someone entered the john and went into the stall beside me. I
paid no attention at first. But when there seemed to be a dearth of normal
activity in that cubicle, my interest was aroused. Being at an angle, I
glanced towards the hole and saw a pair of bare legs. The guy, like me was
seated. But then I noticed that the legs were being affected by some
rhythmic beat. I leaned forward a bit more and saw the guy's hands moving
up and down his hard cock. He was jacking off. Well, that sent my over
studied mind into action.
	I sat back and reached for my dangling cock and started to fondle
it. Soon I was mimicking my neighbor, brazenly masturbating in the cubicle
in the basement of the main library. Then the guy stood up. Not wanting to
be caught in flagrante delicto, I bent forward and dropped my hard
cock. Amazingly, I saw that the guy had turned towards my side of his stall
and proceeded to jack off. I couldn't help but notice that he had a
substantial member. Then he stepped close to the hole. I still did
nothing. He brought his florid cock head up to the hole. Still I did
nothing. Finally he shoved his cock through the hole into my space. I was
somewhat shocked. But, I quickly observed a near perfect, erect cock! It
was a smooth, witha a straight throbbing shaft and a flushed, flared,
gorgeous cock head sticking straight at me.
	"Damn!" I said to myself. Then subconsciously I reached for it and
wrapped my fingers about the shaft. My action made that thing, that
luscious instrument of pleasure jerk. Subconsciously my mouth
watered. Without thinking, I bent over and started to suck it. It had been
several weeks since I had been treated to Al's mahogany member.
	I heard a gasp issuing from the other side of the partition. It
felt wondrous in my mouth. I started to bob faster and faster on that
anonymous cock. The guy pushed in as far as he could and I saw his hands
grip the top of the partition and white and gold tennis shoes sticking out
of black jeans at the bottom. I started sucking with abandon and
delight. Suddenly I felt the guy stiffen, his already substantial cock
swell even bigger, then a low groan issued from his throat and my mouth was
flooded with his cum. Immediately he pulled back. I saw his briefs and
black jeans raised and quickly he exited the stall and the john.
	"Damn!" I said to myself, "That was stupid!" But I had to admit
that it was strangely erotic.
	I stood up, spat that anonymous cum load into the toilet and
flushed it. I rearranged my clothes in an orderly manner, went to the sink,
rinsed out my mouth and went back to the table I was occupying.
	I tried to erase that scene from my mind, but could not. Further
studying was no use. So gathering my books and took the elevator to the
main floor. As I walked out of the library I noticed a couple of guys
standing near the door chatting, amiably. One of them was Jeff Aaronson,
big man on campus, president of the student council and the fiance of the
homecoming queen. I was stunned! Jeff Aaronson was wearing white and gold
tennis shoes and black jeans!
	In the future, I shunned the john in the basement of the main
library after that.

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	Rick entered the room carrying his books.
	"Hi," I greeted him.
	"Hi," he answered and laid his books on his desk.
	"What's up? You looked distracted as shit," I commented.
	"Nothing, really . . . just studying too much I guess."
	Rick stripped, threw his clothes into his laundry hamper, grabbed
his towel, flung it over his shoulder.
	"Gonna take a shower," he announced and left the room.
	Rick usually was bare assed naked in the room, so his costume as he
went to the shower was no big thing. Me? I usually strip down to my
briefs. It's not that I'm overly modest, but from time to time I get a
spontaneous erection. Once I did when Rick was in the room.
	"What you trolling for?" he had asked with a snicker.
	"Not you, that's for fuckin sure," came my quick answer.
	"Too bad!"
	Since that time, I usually leave my briefs on except when I sleep.

	Rick and I have been good friends since we first roomed together as
freshmen. We are pretty up front with each other and compatible. The
exception is when I jack off in bed, particularly after a stressful day or
a difficult practice. I tend not to be too circumspect in that activity. A
month or so ago I came to the room. Rick was sleeping, or so I thought. I
stripped, jumped into bed and began to beat my meat.
	"Are you jackin off again?" Rick snorted.
	"Go fuck yourself!" I shot back and continued to flog my dog `til I
shot my load.

	Fifteen minutes later, Rick entered our room.
	"That felt good!" he commented and hung up his towel.
	"Damn!" I stated with a grin, "You'be been in ther fuckin long
enough to jack off twice!"
	"Hah!" he shot back, "I don't cum as quick as you. This was a
oner!" he stated and crawled into bed.
	"You tired?" I asked.
	"Why?"
	"Can we talk a little?"
	"Sure," he said and turned in his bed towards me.
	"Well," I started, "Don't know quite how to say this . . .  but
. . .  do you think Al has been acting kinda funny this semester?"
	"Not particularly . . . like how do you mean?"
	"Well, I seem to think he has . . . been looking . . . at my
. . . family jewels in the fuckin shower!"
	"Damn! Everybody looks at you in the shower! Bet you have to beat
your team mates off in the shower after pracrice. You're such a stud
. . . and, besides most everybody, certainly . . . every guy . . .  is
envious of your . . . package! Even I am," he chuckled.
	"Fuckin shit!"
	I turned off my desk lamp, stripped and quickly hopped into
bed. Another spontaneous erection!
	"And, don't say a fuckin thing! I'm gonna beat my meat a while."
	"Ah! Another meaningless, unfulfilling quicky!"
	"Fuck you," and I began to jack off.
	Rick sighed, turned over as was soon asleep.

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	As Dick began to pound his pud, images of that anonymous cock
sticking through that hole flitted across my mind's eye. Suddenly, they
were replaced by an image of Dick's opulent, sterling cock, hard and
firm. I sighed and fell asleep.
	The issue between Al and Rick subsided as Rick began to noticed
that Al wasn't the only one furtively scoping out his
package. Interestingly enough, when he bacame aware of the glances, the
crotch centered glances, he began to get an erection and the spontaaneous
erections decreased. The solution to that problem in the dorm was to shower
late and since football season was over he didn't have to worry about the
shower after practice.

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	Last night, the lights went out in the dorm. I had just finished
showering when it happened and was stepping out of the showers when I ran
smack dab into someone.
	"Sorry," I apologized.
	A guttural grunt, "Mmmm." was returned.
	But that was not all! Whoever ran into me took the opportunity to
cup my bare basket! Surprised, I stepped back.
	"Musta been inadvertant," I thought, then added, "Damn!" As I
sprang an instant boner.
	But it wasn't inadvertant the second time as I felt warm fingers
encircle my rock hard shaft and squeeze.
	Forcefully I flung the hand with the fondling fingers away and
said, out loud, "Damn!"
	Feeling my way cautiously down the hall to our room, I entered and
called Rick's name. No answer he must not be here. My hard on persisted,
mainly due to relict feeling of those fingers wrapped around my dick. The
suddenness of the grope caused my energetic reaction, but the effect of
that hand lingered in a strangely delicious afterglow.
	I took matters into my own hands and started to beat my meat in the
middle of our room. Then the lights suddenly came on and Rick, just as
suddenly came into the room, stopped dead in his tracks, stared at me and
smiled.
	"Well, if I knew there was going to be a party, I would have
dressed more approately!" he said with a chuckle.
	Quickly I turned my back on him, bent over retrieved my towel from
the floor.
	Rick has a wicked sense of humor and said, refering to my bending
over, "Is that an invitation?"
	Normally, I would have had a quick parry, but the events of the
past few minutes had taken my whole being completely off guard. I
uncharacteristically wrapped my towel about me, uncharacteristic for being
in our room, and noticed that my once hard, unfulfilled cock was rapidly
deflating. That was a first!
	Turning back to Rick, I noticed that he was just wearing jeans, no
T-shirt.
	In a flimsy attempt to expiate my action, "Do you know what
happened?"
	"No. What?"
	"When the lights went out . . . somebody fuckin groped me in the
john!"
	"Lucky guy! Did you grope him back?"
	"I'm not kidding! And, not once, but twice!"
	"Guess the second time he wanted to make sure that what he was
feeling was real" he laughed.
	"People just don't go around groping other guys."
	"Some do, if it's all hanging out . . ." then he added in mock
seriousness, "Hey man, you lost your boner! You must not be feeling well!"
	"Fuck off!" I spat out.

	That night I lay on my bed thinking about the incident. It
shouldn't have bothered me so much, except I could still remember that
delicious sensation as he felt me up.
	As I looked at the ceiling, I became aware of a quiet furtive
sound, and I thought I saw Ricks sheet moving up and down. Since Rick came
in, my prick was behaving itself . . . for once.

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	I walked into our room just as the lights went back on from some
sort of blackout.
	WOW!
	There was Rick standing in the middle of the room jacking off with
real conviction. It was an amazing sight. That gorgeous hunk, feet spread
apart, back arched and his magnificent cock unfurled in all its rampant
glory, sticking out, adamantine, his hand racing up and down its
length. The light overhead caught every nuance of his muscular frame and
that prodigious pud pounding. It gave me more than a twinge in my crotch!
The twinge grew to a tickle then a torrent as my cock grew hard. Luckily I
had on a tight pair of jeans, I was contained, uncomfortable, but
contained.
	"Well, if I knew there was going to be a party, I would have
dressed more approately!" I chuckled.
	Quickly he turned his back to me, bent over, retrieved his
towel. His muscular ass winked.
	"Is that an invitation?"
	He stood bolt upright and wrapped his towel 'bout his waist.
	Haltingly Dick tried to explain what had happened. I tried to make
as light of it as I could. I had been in the toilet dumping when the lights
went out. I guess it was as safe a place as any. Dick dropped his towel and
slipped into bed, turning his back to me. After turning off the lights, I
too stripped . . . wanted to hid my raging erection, crawled into bed and
subdued my hard on in the best way I knew.
	The next morning while brushing my teeth and shaving, Al walked in
and took the sink beside me. We were the only two there.
	"Morning."
	"Morning," I replied. Were you in the dorm when the lights went out
last night?"
	"No, believe it or not, I was with a study group." Spitting out his
foamy toothpaste Al asked, with a wink, "Anything intresting happen?"
	"Not really, except Dick got groped here as he was coming out of
the shower."
	"Just groped?" Al commented with a smile. "Damn! if it was me, I'd
do a lot more that grope his cock!"
	"Bet you would!" I said laughing as I left, but not before cupping
and squeezing a nice handful of muscular Al-buns.
	"I'll give you a half hour to stop that!" followed me as I left the
bathroom.

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	That last semester, of the 1991-1992 academic year, before
graduation saw the three twenty-two year olds hitting the books hard. They
had comprehensives to take in their major areas as well as final
exams. Luckily for all three their last semester's class load was light.
	Each of them looked back over this last year. In many ways a
pivotal year for all of them, individually.
	"Well, I made it!" Dick thought. "Made the Dean's list three times
in four years. No bad for a kid from Brookings and a jock to boot! Got
accepted in the Department of Sociology for my masters and with an
assistantship too. Guess I will have to clean up my vocabulary now. I'll be
the first in my family to go for their master's. Yeah, and I was probablly
the first to get groped too!"
	Rick's thoughts ran along the same line. "Mmmm! Good year! Made the
Dean's list both semesters. Got my first blow job! And, yeah, sucked my
first cock too. Can't forget my first job! And, damned good salary."
	"What now?" Al thought. "Guess I'll go for my Master's. Wonder if I
will still keep contact with Rick. Hope I didn't fuck up my friendship with
him."

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	The three broke up for a time. But, they would eventually reunite
from tme to time.