Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2005 16:12:23 +0000 (GMT)
From: Dan Perducci <danperducci@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: College Town (Part Three)

College Town (Part Three)
By Dan Perducci
danperducci@yahoo.co.uk

I ate my food gratefully as I remembered my original breakfast plans -- a
glass of orange juice and a slice of toast.

I placed my plate into the kitchen sink started to wash the dishes if not
for the sound of that boy in my shower.

The shower stopped running.  I grabbed my only clean towel from the
linens and I stood between the bathroom door and my bathroom.

"You need a towel?" I shouted over the door.

The door flung open wide.  Garrett was dripping dry in front of me.  He
stepped forward beyond the bathroom door and my arms involuntarily rose
to meet his body with the towel.

He closed his eyes and inhaled like I was his ready servant.

I started to dry his hair and he pivoted his head to follow my steady and
firm moves.

He looked down and up; I moved the towel to his face and shoulders.

I expected him to take the towel when I got to his chest.  He didn't; he
let me continue my disinterested work.

He wasn't a baby, I knew, and I gently offered to let him finish the
job.

He limply resisted and I continued.

"For such a young man, you're pretty helpless," I wondered under my
breath.

"Huh?" he quizzed.

"Nothing," I grudgingly continued.

I reached his torso and was quietly amazed by what was commonly known as
a `happy trail' -- that track of hair that pointed south to the groin.

I was kneeling and my face was directly across from his navel and my
hands were at the crest of his ass.

Skipping his crotch at first, a dried his right thigh.  To balance
himself, Garrett braced his arms on my shoulders.

My wrist brushed against his balls while I made upward movements and then
switched to his other leg.

He must have noticed my sudden arousal also.  My breath became audible
and his erection became visible.
Something started and I was not quite sure how to bring it to an end.

I felt electrified by the touch of his palms on my shoulders.  His hands
slipped inside my shirt in secret hopes that I would not object.

Neither of us heard me drop the towel to the floor.

I embraced his legs and rubbed my barely shaven face against them.

He snagged my shirt with his fingers and peeled it from my chest.

Our bodies shifted to the floor like they were melting in an awkward
virginal lust.

"In college, students may experiment sexually with others of the same
sex."

The voice in my head was clear as a bell.

It was Dr. Jennings from my sociology class and this moment reminded me
of his comments that caused many male students to shift in their desks
quite a bit -- I was one of those fidgeting from such a freaky statement.

"Does this mean that you..." protested the boy who played on the
baseball team.

"All I will say to you is a question, `Who better knows the needs of a
male than another male who knows what makes his body tick?'" Dr.
Jennings stepped back and anticipated the storm of varied reactions in
the auditorium-style classroom.

That freshman that was obviously sickened by the prospect then was
obviously stepping outside his `social boundaries' on that strange
Sunday morning.

Each of my kisses met with an alien texture -- stubbly young legs that
writhed tensely with every tentative press of my lips.

His cleanliness betrayed a boyish scent that I hadn't experienced from
such a close range.

I was making love to a boy, I wondered manically.

Our bodies shifted again and our bare chests made contact.  My weightier
form blanketed his waifish one and I consumed his mouth with my own.

I gazed past his mesmerized face and into the moist carpet.  We were
oblivious to the scattered nest of papers and folders that were specked
with the water from his drying off and the rumpled by the pressure of our
bodies.

My body jolted for a second when my penis touched his.  Both of us were
hard and our grinding recognized the pleasure we felt from this.
My I pulled up and supported my own body with my arms like tent posts.  I
wiggled about with a carnal wanting.

I reared back some and pressed on without much thought.

Garrett bucked up and gnashed his teeth.

I found tightness and warmth.  I slip into Garrett's still-wet anal
ring.

I was just as surprised as he was and pulled out, not knowing what to
think of myself now.  This anal awakening for the both of us started a
rush of thoughts to come from my brain.

I was raping a kid in my house and he was going to report me to the
authorities.

My heart's beating was rapid and my psyche was shamed.

Garrett rolled over onto his stomach.  He spread his legs for a repeat
performance.

Liking what I felt from my accidental foray into butt sex, I repeated
this time in a doggy style position.

Garrett pulled back into me and I started to ride him like Stephanie
never would let me.

Of course, the real difference was my reaching around and grabbing a
penis quite like my own.

Thirteen was my lucky number that morning.

This rutting about did not last for much longer.  I eagerly emptied
myself into this willing boy; I rolled over, drained, into his desperate
arms.

TO BE CONTINUED