Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2002 10:16:35 -0400
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 10

This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuation of the story of Andy and C.Z.  Andy
told the first nine parts of the story, but since the action now shifts as
C.Z. heads off to college the rest of the story is told by Carter Zebulon
Johnstone, better known as C.Z.  Some of the characters from "When Love
Comes" will appear.  While not necessary to understand what's going on with
Andy and C.Z., readers might find it helpful to read "When Love Comes"
which was last posted in the College section of Nifty on Sept. 6, 2001.

LOVE OF A LIFETIME

PART 10

     It's hard to believe that I'll be leaving Carterville and Andy
tomorrow to start college.  I've never lived anywhere except Carterville in
all my 18 years.  I'm going to miss this town and the people here.
Especially I'm going to miss Andy my best friend, one time guardian, and
lover.  I know I have to go to college.  I want to go to medical school and
become a doctor like Dr. Kalian, who looked after my mom when she was sick.
I know I have to go.  I'm excited, but I'm also scared.  What if I fail?
What if I don't like Adams State University?  What about living with a
roommate?  How "out" should I be on campus?  Man, things were a lot simpler
in high school!

     I know Andy has a special evening planned for our last night together
before I leave.  I should be getting home to spend as much time with him as
possible, but right now I'm sitting on the grass beside my mother's grave
in Oak Grove Cemetery.  I've been just sitting here and talking to her.  I
miss her.  It's been a year and two months since she died of viral
cardiomyopathy.  She's got a pretty grave site and a small headstone with
lots of flowers that Andy and I planted growing around it.  I came here
every day for a while after she died.  Now I just come when I need to
think.  I talk to her about my hopes and fears.  She hasn't answered me
yet.  Still it helps to talk to her.

     "Bye, Mom.  I've got to go now.  Andy's waiting.  I'll be back soon."

                       **********

     When I pulled into the driveway of the cabin, Larsen came bounding out
to meet me.  I tossed the ball for him a couple of times before heading
into the house.  Of course, Larsen was disappointed.  He would chase that
darn tennis ball all day long or until he dropped from exhaustion if he
could find someone to throw it for him.

     Andy, my handsome lover, was working on dinner in the kitchen.  I went
up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and pushed my groin into
his butt while planting a kiss on the back of his neck.

     "Welcome home, C.Z."  He turned and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
"Don't get anything started or we won't have any dinner."

     I cupped his buns and pulled him into another kiss.  "Maybe this is
what I want for dinner."

     "Whoa, horn dog.  I'm the dessert.  We eat dinner first."  He pulled
himself away and turned back to fixing the salad.  "Did you stop at the
cemetery?"

     "Yeah.  The flowers are looking really nice.  Will you keep them
weeded and cut back while I'm gone?"

     He gave me one of 'those' looks.  "You know I will."

     "I know.  I just had to make sure."

     I watched my lover move around in the kitchen preparing the meal.  He
was dressed in a tee shirt and running shorts that showed off his muscular
legs and torso.  Andy is almost 28, nearly nine and a half years older than
me.  He's 5' 11" and 180 lbs with dark brown hair and eyes.  He has a nice
patch of hair on his chest and stomach while I only have a few dark blond
hairs that have started sprouting around my nipples.  Andy's belly hair
trails down to a thick pubic patch with a penis that's 4" soft but grows to
8-1/2" when hard.  His legs and ass are pretty hairy, but I think my
favorite bit of hair is the triangular patch in the small of his back just
above the crack of his ass.  I love to play with that hair when he's lying
on top of me.  Somehow that's a major turn on for me.  Actually I was
getting turned on just watching him.  I knew it would be our last night
together for at least a couple of weeks so I wanted to make this special
for both of us.

     We took our dinner out to the table on the deck where we could watch
the sun set behind the mountain.  I loved the view from Andy's ...I mean
our deck.  We sat side by side at the table quietly eating our dinner.  I
was lost in thoughts of the excitement of starting college and the pain of
leaving Andy.

     "C.Z., we need to have a serious talk about what happens while you're
at school."

     I looked over at him.  His eyes were glistening in the twilight.  He
swallowed hard and continued, "Babe, what we have shared is more than I
ever thought possible.  I hope it goes on forever, but starting tomorrow we
aren't going to see each other nearly as often."

     "Andy, what are you saying?"

     "I'm saying that I can't tie you down while you're at school.  You
need to make friends there, and you're going to be tempted to have sex with
some of those friends."

     I started to protest, but he put up his hand.  "I know.  Right now you
don't think that will happen...it might not, but more than likely you will
find some guys that you are really attracted to.  I love you, but I know
that the surest way to lose you is to try to tie you down.  If you go to
bed with someone else that's okay; just be sure that you're safe, and then
never lie to me because you're trying to 'protect' my feelings.  I'm a big
boy.  I can take you having a fling here and there.  What I could not
stomach would be having you doing something behind my back and then finding
out about it.  That's what happened with my ex-wife.  I don't want that to
happen to us."

     I was crying by the time he finished talking.  I leaned into him and
rested my head on his shoulder.  "Andy, I promise no lies.  You're my lover
and my best friend.  I'm not going to do anything to screw up this
relationship."

     He pulled away and cupped my chin in his hand.  "Promise me.  We're
going to be honest with each other about what's going on."

     "Promise."

     With that he leaned in and kissed me.  I brought my hand up to the
side of his face and caressed his cheek as we kissed.  Both of us put a
whole lot of emotion into that kiss, and I was completely hard by the time
we pulled apart.

     "Wow!  How fast can we get the dishes cleaned up and get to bed?"

     "Fuck the dishes.  I want you now!"

     We sort of slid off the chairs and on to the floor of the deck.  Our
passion was as high as it had ever been.  Our clothes came off in a tangle
of arms and legs and roaming hands.  We ended up with me on my back with my
legs wrapped around Andy's waist.  I felt his erection pushing against my
ass hole as we ground our lips and tongues together.  I felt him reach up
to the table above us and fumble for something on the table then his
fingers came down and started spreading something greasy around my love
hole.  The butter!  I started to chuckle with the idea of hot buttered
buns, but his finger moved inside me and found my prostate.  Suddenly I
couldn't think of anything else except how much I wanted his dick inside
me.  I raised my hips to meet his prick.  He slid into me and began moving.
He brought his butter-slicked hand down to my hard prick and began pumping
it in rhythm with his pelvic thrusts.  Our mouths were still locked in a
kiss so as I felt my climax build I signaled him with low moans in my
throat.  He increased the tempo of his thrusts into my ass and the action
of his hand on my dick.
  My body spasmed as my dick spewed forth its molten load.  An instant
later I felt Andy tense and his hard tool expanded in the confines of my
ass as he reached his own climax.  We didn't break the kiss until both of
us had finished the after shocks of our climaxes.

     The thoughts of hot buttered buns entered my mind again and I started
to giggle.

     Andy wanted to know what I was giggling about so I told him.  That
started him chuckling as well.

     With the romantic mood broken, we picked up our discarded clothes and
the dishes and headed back into the house.  We cleaned up the kitchen and
then walked hand in hand into the bedroom.

     In contrast to our lustful coupling on the deck after dinner, our love
making that night was especially slow and gentle.  I think Andy touched
every part of my body with his tongue.  I tried to reciprocate, but I kept
getting lost in the sensation of his mouth on my body.  He brought me to
the brink of orgasm time and time again with his mouth until I was begging
for relief.  I felt him place his cockhead against by asshole.  I was still
lubricated from our previous activities so he slipped in easily.  I was so
keyed up that I started cumming as soon as his dick was fully buried in my
ass.  Andy moved his dick in and out of my ass building to his own climax
while I came once more from the friction of his hard dick moving across my
prostate.

     I must have passed out from the emotional and physical effort of the
multiple orgasms because I don't remember Andy pulling out of me or wiping
the pools of cum from my chest and stomach.  When I came back to the land
of the living, it was almost dawn.  Andy was sound asleep curled against my
back.  Larsen was snoring from the floor at the foot of our bed.  At that
moment, I didn't want to ever be anywhere else but right there.

                       **********

     We got out of bed around seven and took a shower.  We sucked each
other off in the shower and afterwards stayed in the spray kissing and
caressing until the water started to turn cold.

     After a light breakfast, we loaded my Subaru wagon and Andy's truck
for the two hour trip to Adams State.  Larsen lay on the porch with a
dejected look on his face the whole time we were loading the vehicles.
When everything was packed, I sat down on the porch with him and gave him a
long two-handed ear rub.  Normally that kind of attention would put his
tail into super fast wagging mode, but today there was hardly a wiggle.

     Andy followed me in his truck as I drove to Adams.  The traffic in the
town of Adams was gawd awful when we got there, and the dorms were beehives
of activity with all the new freshmen and their parents trying to find the
closest spot to the dorms for parking and unloading.  It was amazing how
much "stuff" some of the new students were unloading into the dorms.  Some
families had trailers loaded to the top with clothes, sound systems, and
even furniture.  I didn't really have all that much...just my clothes and
the new computer and printer Andy had given me for graduation.  I could
have fit everything in my car, but Andy had insisted on coming along, and I
really wanted to delay our final good-byes.

     My dorm was Byland Hall which was one of the older dorms on campus and
housed a lot of the "jocks".  I got my room assignment from the front desk,
and Andy and I made short work of moving things in.

     We had most of my stuff stored and unpacked when my roommate, Jason
Sherman, and his family arrived.  Jason was a solid-looking guy.  I assumed
he was on the football team because he just kind of had that "football
jock" look.  He was taller and heavier than me (I'm 5' 11" and 175 pounds).
He looked like he was about 6' 2" and 200 pounds with medium brown hair,
brown eyes, and sort of an upturned nose that gave him that "boy next door"
look.  He had on a knit shirt and cargo shorts.  His legs exposed below the
shorts were well-muscled and covered with a moderate amount of hair.
Jason's parents looked like they were in their mid-forties.  Both were a
little on the heavy side.  His dad had a thick head of graying hair that
looked like it was held in place by many coats of hair spray.  He reminded
me of one of the Baptist preachers back home, and I found out later that he
WAS a Baptist preacher at one of the medium sized churches in Charlotte.
Jason favored his mother in looks.  She had the same open face and upturned
nose, and she seemed more open and relaxed than the Rev. Sherman, who
struck me as a little stiff...maybe the result of playing the preacher role
for so long.
     Rev. Sherman assumed at first that Andy was my older brother so we had
to explain that he was my friend and had been my legal guardian before my
eighteenth birthday in January.  Mrs. Sherman gave me a hug when I
explained that Mom had died the summer before my senior year.  Rev. Sherman
announced that he would put me on his prayer list.  That kind of ticked me
off since the time I'd needed the prayers was during mom's long illness
instead of now more than a year after she'd died.

     We were saved from more awkward conversation by the appearance of
Shawn Greene, the resident assistant on the hall, who stuck his head in the
door and announced that there would be a hall meeting in the lounge in half
an hour.  Andy and the Shermans took that as their clue to begin saying
their good-byes.  Andy and I left Jason and his parents in the room and
walked out to his truck.
     The parking lot was full of families hugging and kissing before the
parents climbed into their cars and headed home leaving the new students
behind so it wasn't out of place for Andy and I to share a long hug.  We
almost lost it during the hug.  Even though we both had tears in our eyes
we managed to say our good-byes and I love you's before the tears really
started to flow.

     The hall meeting started with Shawn Greene introducing himself and
then having each of the guys tell who they were and where they were from.
After that Shawn went over the dorm rules...typical stuff like quiet times,
no alcohol or drugs on the floor, and when the "visitation" hours were for
females.  Our hall was the smallest one in the dorm because the main lounge
took up about half the space that was extra rooms on the other floors.
There were ten rooms on the hall plus the RA's room across from the
bathrooms and showers.  We were all freshmen except for Shawn who was a
senior.  Most of us were on one of the university's sports teams.
     There was only one other biology major on the floor.  That was Justin
Barnes, a soccer player.  Justin was a little shorter than me at about 5'
10" and 160 pounds.  He had curly, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a quick
smile that brought out deep dimples in each cheek.  His face, arms, and
legs were well tanned, and his legs looked like they were built for
running.
     Justin's roommate was Brad Miller.  Brad was on the football team, and
he looked like it.  He was 6' 1" or 6' 2" and must have tipped the scales
at 220 or so.  He had the kind of physique that would turn quickly to fat
as soon as football was over.  He had a round face, light brown hair, and
sort of expressionless blue eyes.  It was clear from his body language that
he didn't want to be in the meeting.
     I thought that I'd like Justin, but I took an instant disliking to
Brad.  Their room was only two doors down from Jason's and mine on the
opposite side of the hall.

     That evening was a freshman mixer.  I wasn't much interested in
meeting any of the freshman girls, but everyone else on the hall was going
so I made a quick phone call to Andy and then headed out with the rest of
the guys.

     The mixer started just like a lot of the dances in highschool.  The
guys stood around in little groups eying and talking about the girls, and
the girls stood around in little groups eying and talking about the guys.
Finally some adventurous couples started to dance and gradually most of the
groups of guys and girls merged and started talking with one another.
     I spotted Justin standing by himself against the wall and went over to
talk to him.  He seemed relived to have someone to talk to.

     "Not much into dancing?" I asked.

     "It's not that.  I've got a girlfriend at home in Charlotte.  How
about you?"

     I shrugged.  "I'm not much of the social type I guess."

     "That's cool.  Say, wanna go get a coke someplace?"

     "Yeah.  Let's go."

     We split from the mixer, crossed over campus to the union, got some
cokes, and spent the next couple of hours just talking and getting to know
each other.  Justin told me that he had two brothers and two sisters older
than him with another, younger brother still at home in high school.  He
wanted to be an orthodontist explaining that his parents had spent a
fortune on braces for all of the brothers and sisters and he wanted to get
a little of their money back for them.  I told him about mom and why I
wanted to go into medicine.  My eyes kind of watered up when I told him
about mom.  Justin reached over and gave my shoulder a squeeze.  That made
me feel like I'd connected with a friend.
     We headed back to the dorm about midnight and disappeared into our
respective rooms after agreeing to meet for a jog before breakfast.

     Jason came into our room shortly after I got back.  He complained that
he hadn't made any connections with any of the freshmen girls as he got
ready for bed.  We grabbed our toilet kits and headed down to hall to the
bathroom to brush our teeth and do our business before turning in.
     Back in the room, I wasn't sure what to sleep in.  Andy and I had
always slept naked curled in each others arms.  Since Jason was the son of
a Baptist preacher, I wasn't sure he would appreciate me sleeping in the
nude.

     I was standing in my briefs trying to decide what to do when Jason
skinned his boxers down and tossed them on the desk chair.  "Hope you don't
mind, dude, but I like to sleep au natural.  My dad has a fit about it, but
I just sleep better in the nude."

     "Yeah, me too," I replied as I removed my briefs.

     As I was taking off my underwear I caught my first good look at Jason
as he climbed into his bed.  He really did have a good body with nicely
defined pecs and abs.  He had a little hair between his pecs and a trail of
hair from his navel down to his dark brown pubic hair.  His dick was
circumcised and about three or four inches long resting on top of a heavy
scrotal sac.  It didn't look like he had any hair on his ass but his thighs
were moderately hairy just like his calves that I'd noticed earlier.

     I turned out the light before climbing into my bed.

     I was almost asleep when I heard the unmistakable sound of Jason
beating off.  I opened my eyes slightly and watched his hand move under the
sheet.  I got hard watching him and started stroking myself slowly and
quietly so he wouldn't notice that I was awake.  When he came, his whole
body went rigid and he let out a loud grunt.

     I lay still and saw him look over to see if I was awake.

     "C.Z.?", he whispered.

     I stayed still, and he must have assumed that I was still asleep.
What he did then really blew me away.  He moved the sheet down exposing his
softening cock and the pool of semen on his belly.  He then scooped his cum
up with his finger and licked it off!
     After cleaning up his cum, he pulled the sheet up to his chest, rolled
over on his side facing away from me and went to sleep.  There I was with
my stiff, throbbing prick in my hand and afraid to move before Jason went
to sleep.  Eventually I did drift off to sleep, but there was no "relief"
for C.Z.  that night.

(To be continued)