Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2010 10:42:16 -0800
From: Tim P <privatetimm@gmail.com>
Subject: Blake's Story Chapter 6

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Chapter Six - Back in Laramie

Matt's Story

Can I just tell you how awesome fall is in Wyoming? The air gets crisp, the
sky gets gray and you know snowboarding is just around the corner. Best of
all the crazies fill War Memorial Stadium and cheer the Cowboys on no
matter what our record is. Yeah yeah, I know, War Memorial Stadium only
holds 33,500 and you think that is tiny, but consider this, in terms of
proportionality, the L.A. Coliseum where USC plays would have to hold 2.3
MILLION people to be in the same ratio that War Memorial Stadium is in
relation to the population of Wyoming.

I miss the routine of teaching and the interactions with the students, but
it also nice to be back at school full time and living in the fraternity
house. I especially miss Blake and Tony and Marco too, but I've seen them
when they come to the games with their parents and sometimes when they come
to do shopping. There are just some things you cannot get in Cheyenne that
Laramie has. Tony & Marco's Dad was an SAE too so they come by the house
when their Dad comes to the fraternity on football weekends and sees guys
he was in school with since we always have a party for the alums. It seems
weird that one day I'll be the guy with 15 year old sons swapping stories
with other old guys and their sons. Blake's Dad was a Sigma Chi, but we
don't hold that against Jack. Well not much. Well at least not as much as
we should. More often than not these days, I join the guys and their
parents at their tailgate parties outside the War. Maybe I am just a little
burned out on the House, but I find I enjoy the company of Blake and his
friends and the parents more than I do with my peers sometimes. It is like
having a foot in two different worlds. I can be goofy and young with the
guys, but serious and grown up with the parents. The kids treat me like a
kid and the adults treat me like an adult. I just can't decide which world
I like better.

I also keep in touch with Tom McAllister by email to see how he is doing. I
even sought out Tim McAllister at the Sigma Nu house to run something past
him. I told him Dr. Dubois, our university President, had approached me
about starting a gay awareness committee in the Greek community as part of
the ongoing response to Matthew Shepard's death. Tim said he'd be glad to
be on the committee, it was awful what happened to Matt Shepard and who
even gives a shit if someone is gay, 'it just leaves more for us right', he
said and winked at me. That was great and good news I thought, now all I
had to do was talk to Dr. Dubois and tell him I wanted to start a gay
awareness committee in the Greek community. I am pretty sure he'll agree
though, he was cut up about Matthew, what it did to his family, the
university community and to the reputation of Wyoming, a state where people
think everyone should be free to do what they want as long as no one else
is being hurt.

It is Homecoming Weekend and the Burroughs's and the Palatzo's are going to
spend the weekend. Even better, since my roommate Mike is gone Blake, Tony
and Marco are going to stay with me in the SAE house so the parents can get
wild and crazy with their friends and not worry about the kids. They drop
off the boys bags at my room around 10AM and then they all go on to set up
the tailgate.

About an hour later I meet everyone at the usual spot where they tailgate
in the parking lot just off 22nd St. It is in the shadow of War Memorial
and just three blocks from the SAE house. The buffalo ribs, buffalo steaks,
buffalo burgers and chicken are already on the grill when I get there. Tony
Palatzo Sr. hands me a Coors Light and his wife Nancy tells me to grab a
plate, the food is almost ready. The boys are playing catch all decked in
WYO gear. Everyone is in Brown & Gold, 'Go Pokes' fills the air. Life can't
be much sweeter.

But who in the hell scheduled BYU for Homecoming? Hey they are unbeaten and
ranked #7 in the country. Homecoming is supposed to be a gimme win over a
team like Our Sisters of Mercy so the alumni all go home happy and want to
donate more. Whatever, win or lose this is going to be a fun weekend! I got
tickets for the guys in the student section and they will all blend in well
with their Wyoming football jerseys over heavy Cowboy Joe hooded
sweatshirts and WYO ski hats. They'll need all the layers since it is going
to be a cold, cold day today, maybe as low as 20 by the time the game is
over.

The guys come tumbling into the tailgate and all grab me at once whooping
like Indians. They are keyed up and in high spirits. I think they are
almost high enough to jump on the field and play. I spill a little of my
beer down my front as they jump me and Jack barks, "Boys, let Matt breathe
and finish his beer, God knows he's going to need to be good and liquored
up to deal with you three tonight. Hell, none of us even drank 'til we had
you kids!" He looked at me and winked.

Even though I've seen the boys recently I still marvel at how they have
shot up. Both Blake and Tony Jr. are 5'8 now, catching up to me and they
are packing on weight as well, Blake is up to 135 and Tony is 140
now. Little Marco is the one getting height, he grew 3 inches over summer,
he is 5'5 now, but still slender at 114, maybe 115 pounds.

"Well the buffalo patties are pretty thick around here," Tony
Jr. snorted. "Every time Dad's college buddies come over, all we hear are
drinking stories!"

"Now boys, come on and eat before the meat gets frozen." That was Nancy,
Tony and Marco's Mom. She is a gem. I don't know her as well as I know
Norma Burroughs, but when I've talked with her she has just been great.

I kill about 6 buffalo ribs, a buffalo burger and a couple more beers. The
boys are wolfing down their food like they hadn't been fed for a
month. They sure seem to be in a hurry to get out of here and get into the
game! As we get ready to leave for the game Jack and Tony Sr. corner me. I
figure I am going to get a lecture on making sure the boys behave and maybe
behaving myself. Instead they each reach into their pockets and pull out
their billfolds.

"What do you think Jack, should $100 cover it?"

Damn, they are going to give me $100? What for?

They EACH give me $100. "What is this for?" I ask, looking confused.

Tony Sr. just laughs and says, "You are going to have three teenage boys
with you for almost 24 hours. You have no idea how much those heathens can
eat. And besides, we both really appreciate the chance to have a date night
with our wives. We don't the opportunity often these days."

"If we don't see you after the game, we are going to go back to the hotel
and freshen up before we go out. We have 7PM reservations at the Cavalryman
and then we'll meet you guys at the Chuck Wagon around 9AM. Norma has your
cell so if there are any changes, she'll just call. Like Tony said Matt,
this is a rare treat for us so you have no idea how beholden we are to
you."

"Well even for hungry young heathens, $200 is a lot of hot dogs and
pizza. I'll give you guys the change tomorrow at breakfast."

"The hell you will. If there is money left over use it to buy yourself a
drink. 24 hours of those three and you'll need a good stiff one." Jack
laughed.

"Well thank you both. I'll take good care of the boys. We'll see you
tomorrow at the Chuck."

The boys look like a herd of nervous steers. They are stamping their feet
and their hot breath shows in the cold mountain air.

"Let's gooooooo." Blake pleads.

"Easy boy, the game is still over an hour away and our seats won't go
anyway."

"That's not it, let's just get outta here!"

Marco and Tony are nodding their agreement. What are these three up to?

When we got well out of earshot of the parents I asked, "OK, what are you
three up to?"

Blake gives me his best puppy dogs eyes and innocence face. "Well wouldn't
you know, somehow a couple of Coors Light got stuck in each of our
sweatshirts."

I shake my head, grin and say, "Your Dads were right. You are little
heathens. Officially you know I have to disapprove, but it is Homecoming so
I think it can slide."

"Oh, our parents know we snuck them, they made sure we couldn't steal more
than six. But as long as they don't know we know they know then it's cool."
Blake explained.

"We'll need to get some cokes and then dump them so you can pour your beer
in the cup. You can't exactly guzzle beer from cans in the stadium."

We get into the stadium and I buy some cokes, several bags of peanuts, some
giant pretzels and a couple of bags of popcorn. I think that should hold us
until kickoff. The boys dump the coke out of the cups and discretely pour
the beers in. We get to the seats and the student section is pretty full
already. The Western Thunder Marching Band is on the field going through
their pre-game program and the backs and receivers for both teams are on
the sidelines and in the end zones going through some stretching. I punch
Blake in the arm and point out that they are doing the same stretches I
taught him.

"Yeah, I was amazed when I started football at East this year and they used
the same stretches you did. I thought you just made those up."

"Why would I make up stretches?"

Blake turns a deep crimson and murmurs, "I dunno. At the time I
thou..... well, never mind."

I don't press him in front of Tony and Marco because I kinda get where he
was heading.

The game starts and from the beginning BYU can't get anything right and
Wyoming can't get anything wrong. We have two interceptions and a fumble
recovery before the first quarter is over and a 17-0 lead because of
it. Every time a big play happens, everybody high fives everyone around
them, hugs and screams. When I get the hugs from Blake, they seem to linger
a bit longer or is it my imagination? And Marco practically wraps himself
around me. Is it the cold? The beer? I've never heard the War so loud
before. Just before the half BYU gets a field goal, but WYO still leads
24-3.

We head to the men's room before going to the concession stand. The four of
us line-up to get rid of a lot of stored up liquids, Blake to my right and
Marco seems to hustle to be directly to my left and that leaves Tony to
Blake's right. I can't help sneaking a glance at Blake's cock; I still have
a thing for him. I try not to be obvious. Did he catch me checking him out?
Hmm, was he checking me out too? I glance away to try and seem
disinterested and holy crap Marco is locked in staring at my cock. He is so
intently looking at me that I get a little firm. I blush and try to do a
sideways glance at Blake and I can see he is grinning a little. So he was
checking me out and he did see me getting harder. Shoot, I gotta shake and
get out of here before I am erect! Shaking it just seems to interest Marco
and Blake more. Is Tony picking up on any of this or is he off in his own
little world?

Whew, finally out of the restroom and on to the concession stand. Not that
we NEED much more food, but hey we are young, growing boys so we get giant
stadium dogs, more peanuts and more pretzels and cokes to actually drink
this time.  Hopefully the food will help us warm up too. The temperature is
in the teens now according to the War's scoreboard.

The stadium is still abuzz as the teams take to the field for the second
half. The second half goes much like the first and as the clock winds down
on a 45-17 Wyoming victory over the #7 Cougars the student sections starts
heading down to the sidelines to storm the field at the final gun. Blake
starts to head down too, but I grab him and say, "No, no, no. It is going
to be a mob scene Blake and way too dangerous. I'm responsible for you guys
and I'm not handing a trampled boy back to your parents."

He tries the puppy dog look and pleads, "Pleeeeease."

"Nope, this is a non-negotiable. I'll make it up to you some other way, but
I ain't budging mister."

He sees I am serious, shrugs and says, "OK boss, you win, but I'll call in
that IOU one day."

There is no hope of finding the parents in this pandemonium so we head back
to the fraternity house to warm up. A victory party is in full swing at the
house and there is lots of alcohol flowing and the boy's eyes light up. I
shake my head and mouth 'no'.

"Sneaking a couple of beers from your parents is one thing; a full blown
fraternity kegger is a definite no."

I get three 'awhs', but they know their parents wouldn't approve.

"So what now then?" Tony asks.

"Aren't you guys cold?"

"Freeeezing" comes the answer from all three.

"So let's go to the upstairs den, build a huge fire and warm up. Once we
are warm we can decide what we want to do tonight."

I build a roaring fire in the upstairs fireplace and the USC Notre Dame is
just starting in Los Angeles. Damn, it is 72 degrees at kick-off. Everyone
in the stadium is in short sleeves, lots of guys have their shirts off. It
must be nice to be never cold, but I could never live in a place so crowded
and busy. One of my pledge brothers in the SAE house is from California, he
came to WYO to wrestle. We are pretty tight since I wrestled in high school
and I went out to CA with him for spring break one year. I've never seen so
many cars or so much confusion in one place. I couldn't wait to get back to
the wide open spaces of the high plains.

The boys are settling in watching the game, I duck out and return with four
beers. They look excited as all get out.

"This is it for the evening boys, so enjoy it and make it last."

As the SC Notre Dame game heads towards half I ask the boys what they want
to do for dinner. The full day's activities, excitement and beers have
mellowed the guys and we decide to order in Chinese. I called the Great
Wall and they said they would have our food there in 30 minutes. Good to
their word they were there in 25 and as I pulled out Orange Chicken, Twice
Cooked Pork and the rest of the four dishes, you would think the boys
hadn't eaten in a month. They devoured the Pork Fried Rice, the Combination
Lo Mein and the Special Seafood Combination, my favorite. I had never seen
so much food disappear in so short a time. The party downstairs had moved
to the bars near campus and a calm settled over the house. As the house
quiet grew and the effects of a large meal and a day full of excitements
caught up with the guys, heads started nodding. I thought I would get howls
of protest when I suggest we head off to my bedroom and watch TV there from
in bed. Instead I got nods of agreement.

Mike's and my room was down the hall on the opposite corner from the study
room. Since we both had big beds we had to be creative in the room
layout. I had a king sized water bed and Mike had a conventional Queen. We
built a platform 7' off the ground to put his bed on and put our study
desks underneath. It was a pretty sweet arrangement actually. We then hung
his flat panel TV from the ceiling in the opposite corner so we could both
see it easily and hid the DVD player in our closet. All in all I think we
had the coolest room in the house. And speaking of cool, after the warmth
of the study den my room is beyond cool, it is actually cold! But of course
that is the good thing about having a waterbed is that my room can be 30
degrees and I can crank my waterbed to 90 degrees.

Blake and I are going to sleep in my bed and Tony and Marco will sleep in
Mike's. I go through my "getting ready for bed" ritual which includes
stripping down to only my boxers, but leaving my socks on. I grab my
toothbrush, which is part of the ritual, and wait for the guys to rummage
through their bags to get out theirs. I've seen all of them naked numerous
times before, but now they seem oddly modest; they did take off their
pants, but left on their shirts for the walk down the hall to the bathroom
to brush our teeth. Maybe they are more modest because they could run into
other guys they don't know and everyone here is a "college guy", which is
somehow a big deal. Living in a fraternity house modesty goes out the
window pretty quick so maybe I am just immune to it now.

There is someone in the shower room as we line up in front of the sinks and
mirrors to brush our teeth. There are four so each of us can use one
without sharing. Some mornings there can be ten guys getting ready for
class so it is nice not having to share. The water in the shower turns off
and out of the shower room steps Evan, one of the pledges who lives in. He
is an 18 year freshman from Fargo and drop dead gorgeous. The best part is
he has no idea he is dead gorgeous. He is about 5'8", 145 pounds or so, but
really well built. He was a diver and swimmer in high school and plans to
dive here at WYO. He is also blonde hair and blue eyed like so many of his
Scandinavian ancestors. He also has that funky North Dakota accent I find
so adorable. Oh and he is hung like an Angus bull. Limp it looks to be over
six inches and with his light blonde pubic hairs, it looks like he hardly
has any. Add on top of that his Speedo tan and he is a porn king's dream.

"Hey Evan, not going out on the town tonight?"

"No sir, I'm not much of a party boy. I'm going to turn in. I have plans
tomorrow to get up early and go out for a ride with a friend in the hills."

"Evan, I wish you would stop calling me sir. I've told you I am not into
the power trip with Pledges that some of the guys are. By the way, these
are some of the guys I taught last year in Cheyenne. This is Blake, Tony
and Marco."

Evan stepped forward to shake hands with them all, oblivious as to what a
sight and specimen he was. They weren't quite sure what the protocol for
shaking hands with a naked Norse god was, but they all managed to pull it
off without giving away too much. I did notice that all three were well
aware of Evan's enormous dick. Of course it was hard not to notice.

"Nice to meet you all, Matt talks about you guys all the time, especially
you Blake, I hear you are quite the linebacker."

Blake looks surprised that Evan knows who he is, but manages to say
modestly, "I am doing ok I guess, but so is Tony."

"Yeah, Blake is the team's leading tackler and Tony is the best receiver
and also has the most interceptions as a DB. Marco is playing on the YMCA
Youth football team too and they are unbeaten so far this year."

"That sounds great guys. I better get dry and get to bed. Nice meeting you
all, maybe when I am a senior here you guys can be Pledges here."

The boys all wished Evan a good night and said it was nice meeting him
too. Blake and Tony turned to finish brushing their teeth. Marco turned a
bit slower and took in all of Evan's cute little butt as he finished drying
off and bent over to dry his legs. Interesting. Marco saw me catching his
gaze and shrugged and gave me a big smile.

Back in my room we get ready to jump under the covers and none too soon, it
is getting colder in my room with the furnace already turned down for the
night. Blake strips off his shirt and settles into the warmth of my
waterbed. Marco and Tony peel off their shirts too. It has been a little
while since I saw them without shirts on. Tony hasn't changed that much,
maybe a bit more buff. Marco is the one who has changed the most on the
past few months. His body is looking more defined and young adult and less
like the 7th grade boy he was last year. They climbed the ladder and get
under the covers of Mike's bed as I shut off the light and turned on The
Spy Who Shagged me DVD. I love this freakin' movie, Mike Myers is just
brilliant. I impressed the kids in class back in Cheyenne by knowing almost
every line in the first Austin Powers movie.

I also turn on the auto shut off just in case we fall asleep while the
movie is on. As it turns out, I was asleep almost before the opening
credits were through. I faded in and out during the movie, but near the end
I was awakened by the undulating of the waterbed. Maybe Blake was getting
out to go to the bathroom. I glance over and actually someone is getting
in, not out. Tony is getting into the bed on Blake's side. He sees me
glance up and says softly with a grin on his face, "It is freezing in
here. I need a little waterbed warmth."

"Join the party, the more the merrier" is all I can mumble as I drift back
off.

I don't know how long I was asleep when something wakes me. I see a shadowy
figure over by the edge of the bed where Tony is. Tony is there, Blake is
next to him, It must be Marco. "Marco, come over here." The shadowy figure
is indeed Marco and he comes over to my side of the bed. "What's up?" I
ask.

"I am freezing in Mike's bed alone. I want to sleep with you guys"

"Ok, climb in here. No, just climb over me, I'll take the outside, because
I'll be up before you."

I lift the covers and he lays on top of me and then kind of rolls off me
into the comfort of the bed. He creates a mini tsunami as he lands and I
sure he'll wake Tony and Blake, but their breathing stays heavy as they are
deep in slumber. He giggles at the waves he set off. As he moved over me I
got an electric thrill as his smooth chest rubbed across mine and his
package dragged across me as well. I lay on my side so he can fit in the
now crowded bed and he immediately spoons inside of me and positively
purrs. My right arm is on my side, but that feels too awkward to be
comfortable, so I lay it across Marco's bare midriff with my hand resting
just under his pecs. His little bottom grinds into my groin and there is an
immediate reaction. I try to ignore the firm little tush pressed into me,
but my little friend will have none of it. Within 30 seconds I am hard as a
rock and I know Marco has to feel it.

"Just ignore my little friend Marco, he'll calm down in a minute."

Marco giggles and says, "That's ok, my little friend is at attention
too. See?"

He takes my hand that is just under his chest and moves it to his
crotch. There, under a thin layer of cotton, is a very firm boy. I feel it
all by grabbing a handful first in my entire fist and then use four fingers
to feel it base to tip. I move my hand back to his chest.

"Mmm, very impressive."

He giggles and whispers, "OK, my turn."

And before I can say no, he reaches back and without hesitation plunges his
hand underneath my waistband to grasp my cock. He jacks it a couple of
times and then feels the tip.

"Wow, nice and big."

While my ego likes hearing it, I know that at just under seven inches and
not abnormally thick, my cock is pretty average, nice, but average.

"Now you gotta feel mine for real." He grabs my hand again and shoves it
inside his boxers. It is pointless to protest and I don't really want to
protest. The first thing I feel is a much larger patch of hair than I
remember from the showers at Carey Jr. High; not a lot of hair mind you, it
is still pretty sparse, but still more than he had. His cock is hard and
warm. It actually feels great in my hand. I run my fingers slowly and
gently up the shaft. I would guess it to be about five inches and the
thickness of a magic marker. As I get to the tip, I feel a little pre-cum
and instinctively I spread it around his crown. Marco sucks in some air and
groans a little. His penis jumps. Crap. I am playing with an 8th grader's
dick. I withdraw my hand from Marco's boxers, kiss him on the cheek and
whisper in his ear, "Goodnight Marco, sweet dreams."

He rolls into me a little, gives me a peck on my lips and whispers back,
"Sweet dreams yourself."

As he lays his head back down all I can do is try to calm down and reflect
on the last two minutes; his very open exploration of me, his wanting me to
explore him, the sweet touch of his soft lips on mine. Wow, this reflection
is no way to make an erection go away. Marco sure doesn't mind the erection
not going away. He reaches back and maneuvers my cock so it is resting
directly in his crack. I let out a sigh and try to go to sleep.

"Me too." Marcos says sighing back as I start to fall back into slumber.


I wake early in the morning. Marco is still spooned inside of me and to
honest it feels great. He is warm and I have an odd feeling of contentment
that I don't get with girls. I've still only had sex with one guy in my
life, Justin, my best friend and wrestling buddy from Sheridan and a couple
of random guys on vacation when I was in high school, once each. I looked
over at Tony and Blake and I am mildly surprised to see them spooning too
with Blake on the inside and Tony wrapped around him. I say mildly
surprised because they are very close friends and it was cold last night so
cuddling would have been an almost unconscious action. I am sure if they
saw me looking at their spooning with my shit-eating-grin that they would
immediately split and start talking about the Bronco's season in deep
masculine voices, but I think it is cute anyway.

As I lay cuddled with Marco I wondered for one of the first times ever if I
was gay. Could I really enjoy this so much if I wasn't? Is Marco gay or is
he just me 7 years ago? For the first time I notice that my cock is outside
of my boxers now. Did it fall out during the night? Did Marco pull it out?
Did I pull it out unconsciously? Whatever the answer I discover I don't
care and don't place it back in my boxers, it can stay where it is.

I lay there for an hour savoring my time with Marco. My right hand caressed
Marco's soft belly and moved up his chest. His body was firm, but his skin
was so soft and smooth. But all things must come to an end so I rolled out
of bed. CRAP! My room had to be 30 degrees!  It was so hard leaving that
nice warm bed. I headed down the hall to turn up the heat on the second
floor and then to take a leak. Marco was awake when I got back to the room
and the heat was starting to kick in, but it would be a while before the
room was warm enough to be comfortable. I crawled back into bed, laying on
my back and Marco rolled partially on top of me.

"I really gotta pee," he said into my chest.

"Well don't do it now boy, I ain't into that."

He giggled and started to crawl over me to get out of the bed, but he
stopped on top of me, laid his head on my chest, put his arms under me and
just squeezed. His hips were between my legs and I can feel his morning
wood. He relaxed a little and I put my arms around him too. It felt so nice
to hold him.

"Why don't we go shower before they get up? It'll be warm at least." Marco
said without lifting his head.

"Good idea, more hot water for us." I grinned.

We grabbed our towels and moved on to the bathroom. Evan was there shaving,
which surprised me since he hardly had to shave at all, I'd never seen a
whisker on his face before. Marco lit up like a Christmas tree and said
good morning. Evan looked like he was beaming too, but then he was always
happy and smiling so it was hard to tell. Marco and I hung our towels
outside the shower room and stripped out of our boxers and hung them there
too. Did Evan glance our way? I turned on two showers and got out of the
way of the cold stream waiting for the hot water to arrive. Marco was
waiting outside the shower area naked as a jay bird.

"Where are you from Evan?" was all Marco could think to say.

Now it was Evan's turn to feel awkward talking to a stunning, cute naked
boy.

"Uh, Fargo. That's in North Dakota" was all Evan could manage to say.

"Hey Mr. Personality," I yelled to Marco "the showers are hot."

I took the far shower and let the hot water hit me in the back of the
neck. The hot water ran down my back and spilled over my front taking the
chill off my body. Marco was in the shower now and he yipped at how hot I
had the showers set.

"Won't your skin melt!?"

"Naw, this is how I like it. It really gets these cold winter days off to a
good start."

I got a chance to study Marco's body. He is about 5'5 now, up from the 5'2
he was last January and he's put on about 15 pounds or so, so I guess he
must be 115 or there abouts and more defined. As Marco and I were jawing
about nothing, a third person joined us in the shower. Evan. Looking just
as cute and hot today bare naked as he had the other day.

"I thought you were going riding today, Evan?"

"Uh yeah, but I thought... ummm, I thought... I dunno, I thought I should
be clean when I went out today."

Or you thought it would be very hot to shower naked with this very hot boy
in the shower next to me. I thought Marco's eyes were going to pop out of
his head. Marco worked the soap all over his body and then as he went to
soap his legs, he turned his little ass towards Evan. Now it was Evan's
turn for his eyes to pop. As he kind of noticed me looking his way, he
turned away quickly, ignoring the beautiful sight offered to him. Or maybe
he turned away to offer Marco a view of his own as he now worked the soap
over his own legs. Whatever the case, I was the benefactor as Marco
straightened up from his left leg moved to rinse off his right leg, it
placed his buns towards me so I had two gorgeous asses to study. It was
more than I could take, I had to close my eyes and start thinking about
baseball statistics otherwise I was going to be sportin' wood pretty quick.

"You about done Marco? We have to get Blake and Tony up to go meet your
folks."

"Yeah, I guess." He sounds disappointed to see this time come to an end.

"Hey Evan, maybe you want to join us at breakfast. We are going to the
Chuck at 9."

"Aw, I don't want to bust into your guys day."

"No, it'll be fine. These guys parents are great and Marco's dad is an SAE
too.

"Yeah, join us, join us, join us," says Marco, bouncing up and down, his
cute cock, flopping all over the place.

"Ok, ok, I'll come down to your room Matt at quarter of 9 and we can walk
over there."

"Cool we'll see you then."

Marco starts to wrap his towel around his waist and I ask, "What are you
doing?"

"Putting my towel on for the walk down the hall?" he says, his voice rising
in a question.

"Hell no, we're college men, we saunter down the hall buck naked with our
large, manly penises swaying in the wind."

Marco giggles and says, "I'm in!"

We get back in the room and Tony and Blake aren't spooning anymore, but
neither are they looking like two boys going to breakfast in 30
minutes. Marco and I have our boxers on and I go whisper in Marco's ear, he
smiles and nods. I count, one, two, three with my fingers and on three we
launch ourselves on the boys, me on Tony and Marco on Blake. We scream
'wake up, wake up' and being a water bed, we are moving up and down all
over the place like we are in a storm at sea and we are roughing them up.

"Eh get off homos" yells Tony, but he's laughing.

"No, Tony they are TRYING to get off.... on us" Blake says.

"Ewwww" is all Tony can say.

"In your dreams beauty queen." I say. But I roll off Tony and tell them it
is time to get up and go shower so we aren't late meeting the parents. Tony
starts to protest when I yank the covers off. He has huge morning wood and
Marco giggles, "Wow, what were you and Blake doing."

Tony doesn't look amused at that one, but he pretty much ignores the
comment and struggles to the edge of the bed as the bed is still moving
pretty good. "C'mon Blake, let's let the little kids play and we'll go
shower." Tony adjusts his erection and I can't help noticing it looks
really big, much bigger than me. Marco has a little catching up to do.

It is just before 8:45 when Evan appears in my doorway and we head off to
the Chuck Wagon Restaurant. Jack & Norma and Tony Sr. & Nancy are already
seated at a table for eight, but it is no problem for the waitress to add a
chair at the end that I take. Introductions of Evan are done all around and
there are a lot of conversations going on simultaneously. Tony Sr. finds
out Evan is a pledge and makes him recite the True Gentleman. I am sure he
would have had him reciting the Greek alphabet if Nancy hadn't told him to
leave Evan alone. Evan just smiled sheepishly.

After a great breakfast the parents drove us back to the SAE house so the
boys could pick up their gear from my room. I stayed downstairs and talked
the parents, Tony told some stories of his day in the house and the boys
ran up to my room to pack. Blake and Tony Jr. were back down in about 5
minutes, but Marco was slow so I run upstairs to hustle him up. As I get to
the top of the stairs and turn the corner Marco is standing in the doorway
of Evan's room hugging him.

"Be sure to send me an email," I hear Evan say. He sees me, turns a deep
red and releases Marco from his embrace. Marco turns and sees me and just
flashes a big smile. He isn't in the least bit embarrassed.

"Yeah, I'll write when I get home. Bye." "Ready?" he says, looking at me.

Downstairs, there are hugs from the boys and the moms and handshakes from
the dads and I promise to come down to Cheyenne soon for a weekend. I stand
out front and wave as they head off to I-80 and the road home. Back up in
my room I start to make my bed and underneath my pillow I find the boxers
Marco wore last night.

It's been an interesting weekend.



Marco's Story


This is going to be the coolest weekend! Going to Laramie for WYO games is
always fun, but it is going to be even cooler because I get to stay with
Matt in his room at the fraternity house and hang with him all day and
night Saturday. He is such a hot guy, I don't think he knows how hot he is
'cuz he isn't stuck up or anything and he never treats me like a kid. He
talks to me the same way he talks to adults. Of course I don't think he
likes me the way I like him. I tried to make him notice my body when he was
supervising the showers last year, but I was only a 7th grader so there
probably wasn't much to see. And IF he was into guys it would probably be
hot, built guys like him, not a skinny little guy like me.

We stop first at the SAE house and drop off our stuff in Matt's room and
then we have to go help unpack the SUVs for the tailgate. Tailgating is
always a blast; the food is great, we get to run around with friends we
only see at football games and we get to sneak beers when the parents
aren't paying attention.

Matt shows up and my party is ready to start! I eat a lot, but not as much
as usual, because I want to leave room for beer; Blake and Tony have
already liberated six, two for each of us, to take into the game. The game
is awesome, WYO is kicking BYU ass and that is great. I hate them. Everyone
high fives and hugs after the big plays so I am giving Matt an extra
special hug. I hope he notices.

Its halftime and I gotta piss like a racehorse. I hope everyone else does
too. Matt says he has to take a leak, actually I think he said 'use the
men's room', 'cuz he doesn't say words like 'piss' and 'leak' or at least
not around us. I maneuver so I can be next to him. I've haven't seen his
dick since that one day in gym class so I am kind of excited to see it
again. I hope he isn't one of those guys who stands so close you can't see
anything. Then there are those guys who BEG you to look at their dicks by
standing a foot back. That is usually the older guys at the mall or the
movie theaters. Sometimes I look, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I catch them
looking at mine and I try to get hard so I can give them a thrill and then
crush them when I put it away and walk away without talking to them or
looking at them. If they say anything I pretend not to hear. But I'll have
to be careful trying check Matt out, he probably wouldn't like it. I am on
one side of Matt and Blake is on the other, Tony is next to Blake. Matt
isn't looking at me and I don't think he is looking straight ahead. I think
he is kind of checking Blake out! That's cool, he is distracted, I can
really look at his. Damn, it looks big. I bet it is almost.....  crap! He
caught me looking. I got so intent I just wasn't paying attention. Now I am
dead meat. Wait, shoot, I thank Matt is getting bigger, Blake is trying not
to smile, but he can't help it. Matt IS staring straight ahead now and he
is shaking his dick trying to get those last drops out, but it is just
fuckin' hot. His big cock got bigger and that sweet head was bobbing up and
down. And that quickly it is gone, back inside his Wranglers. Oh well,
hopefully I'll see it more this weekend.

It is frickin' freezing today. I mean REALLY freezing, it has be in the
teens. We are walking back to Matt's and I just want to be warm again. A
huge victory party is raging at the house, but Matt won't us stay instead
he takes us to the den upstairs builds a huge fire and after a while the
chill starts to come off. Matt got us each one more beer and that is
cool. It'll give me a mellow buzz. I am too tired to go out and I glad
everyone else is too so we just eat in. I am way tired and I am glad Matt
is too, I just want to sleep.

We all go down to the bathroom to brush our teeth. Matt is in his boxers
with no shirt on. I can't believe what a dang stud he is. His chest is good
sized but not too big, great biceps, but his legs and butt are the best. So
firm and his muscles ripple when he walks. Oh, and his bulge sticks out
nice too! It sways when he walks. Damn that's fine. There is no way I'm
taking my shirt off. Blake and Tony must feel the same way since they don't
take off their shirts either. At least they have nice bulges, especially
Tony. He really is my 'big' brother. I hope I get that big. There is
someone in the shower room when we go into the bathroom, but I can't see
what he looks like. I am brushing my teeth when the shower goes off.
Hot. I'll be able to see what the guy looks like in the mirror. Ho-oh-lee
crap. It is a fucking god. He is blonde and beautiful. He doesn't look old
enough to be in college. Matt calls him Evan and wants to introduce us
all. I turn and see him from the waist down for the first time. Fuck, fuck,
FUCK! That is the biggest cock, not on a bull, I've ever seen. He is
stepping towards me and reaching out.....  oh, shake his hand dufus and
don't pass out. There is talk going on but I barely hear it. Evan goes back
to drying himself off, his back is turned now, great ass....  not big at
all just cute little buns, if he bends just a bit more I'll see his hole,,,
there just a bit mor.... oh crap I'm staring and Matt sees me. Oh well, I
flash him a smile and shrug my shoulders.

I have to sleep with Tony and lucky Blake gets to sleep with Matt in the
water bed. The TV is on, but I am too sleepy to stay awake. I don't know
how long I've been asleep, but I wake alone and freezing. I look over the
edge of the bed and Tony is in the water bed now. Well hell, I'm going to
the water bed too. I'm looking for a place to crawl in next to Tony when
Matt calls me to crawl in next to him. I slide over the top of him and I
can't believe how warm he is and how hard his body is. I throw caution to
the wind and snuggle in next to him. Either he likes it or he is too tired
to care because he throws an arm around me. In for a penny, in for a
pound....  I push my bottom into Matt and move it a little. Oh shit, he is
getting hard. Damn it feels like there is a flashlight in my crack. Now I
am hard as a rock too. Matt is embarrassed and tells me don't worry it'll
go away in a minute (I hope not!). I tell him its ok and make him feel my
hard on. His whole fist is wrapped around me and then he runs his fingers
up me. Oh that feels so nice! I reach back inside his boxers and feel
him. His cock feels like a wild animal. It is at least two inches bigger
than mine and thicker too. I want his hand on my cock for real so I grab
his hand and put it inside my boxers. He doesn't pull it out, he strokes me
a couple of time and his fingers are on my tip and SHIT! He rubbed a little
pre-cum around my tip and I thought my cock was going to explode. I've
never felt anything as nice. But he pulls his hand out and kisses my cheek
goodnight. I land a wet one on his lips. As I settle in to sleep I make
sure his cock is in my crack. He sighes. I know just how he feels.

I am not quite awake, but I am not asleep either. It is morning. I think
Matt is awake, but I want him to think I am asleep so I can just stay here
in his arms. Shoot, I have to pee, but I convince Matt to go shower with
me. Hot! Just the two of us. I'll be able to see what I was touching last
night. Evan is shaving when we go in the bathroom. Boy is he cute! Matt and
I are showering and I get to study his body. So nice. His cock is big. And
his body isn't very hairy, just around his dick really and ......  oh hell,
have I died and gone to heaven? Evan is in the shower next to me now. Oh
damn, his cock is REALLY huge. I show him my ass and wiggle it a little.
What? Why did he turn away? Oh. Was it to show me his ass? Matt gets out of
the shower and when he is all the way out Evan smiles at me. I think I am
getting hard. I know Evan is getting a little hard too. I have to get out
of the shower since Matt is yelling, good thing though 'cuz 30 more seconds
and my dick would be pointing to the ceiling.

On the good side, Matt invited Evan to breakfast so I can talk to him some
more. After breakfast we all go up to Matt's room to get our stuff, as we
head to Matt's room Evan peels off into his room. I pack as slow as I can.
Tony and Blake are done and head down stairs. I slam everything into my bag
and walk down the hall to Evan's room. He is lying on his bed. I'd love to
go lay on top of him, but I know I can't. I do take a chance and ask him if
I can have his email address. He blushes and says sure. I am hugging him
goodbye when Matt comes upstairs. Busted by him for the third time, I
wonder what Matt will think when he finds my boxers under his pillow.

End of Chapter Six