Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2007 07:29:41 -0400
From: figleyw@hotmail.com
Subject: Summer Games Chapter 04

This fictional story contains sexual acts between boys and men. If this is
not to your tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any
further.
It takes place in the late 1970's.

CHAPTER 4


	Bob and Troy met on their first day as entering freshmen at State
University. They kept running into each other during that necessary evil
called freshman registration, and even shared a lunch table with a small
group of bewildered lower-classmen. But it was not until late that day that
they were formally introduced to each other...by each other.

	The two studs were fortunate enough to draw each other as roommates. Troy
was stretched out on a bed, his eyes closed, surrounded by his unopened
luggage, when Bob entered the room. He opened his eyes as the newcomer began
dragging in his baggage. "I'll never rise again," Troy said. "Four fuckin'
hours and I still don't know where I'm supposed to be and when I'm supposed
to be there."

	Bob sat on the other bed. "Or why you're supposed to be where you don't
know you're going."

	Troy laughed. "Yeah. Or why?" And added, "Troy Reed," sticking out his arm.

	"Bob Willis." The boy stuck out his arm and they both shook the air. "We'll
make it formal as soon as I'm able to move my ass."

	"Don't rush, I might be here forever," Troy told him.

	Bob's eyes moved over his friend's long, lean body. The blonde's faded blue
jeans were skin tight, and a nice, rounded arc rose under his crotch. His
hair was like gold silk, and fell aimlessly about his head. Bob suddenly
felt very happy. "I'm glad you're rooming with me, Troy," he said.

	Troy opened his eyes and raised his head. He flashed Willis a big smile.
"So am I, buddy."

	There was that moment of awkward silence. The two boys eyed each other,
blushed, and turned away. "Think we should do something about putting this
crap away?" Bob asked, pointing to the five bags of luggage lying on the
floor.

	Troy finally got off the bed. "You start, I'm gonna shower." With that he
began to undress, and Bob busied himself with opening his bags. He tried to
keep his eyes on his work, but every few seconds he looked up at Troy. The
big blond had pulled off his shirt. His big chest and back were smooth and
nicely muscled. As he bent to remove his shoes, Bob caught a fast look at
his rounded ass encased in the jeans.

	"Which dresser do you want?" Bob asked, a load of shirts and underwear in
his arms.

	Troy shrugged. "Makes no difference to me." He unzipped his jeans and they
fell to the floor. His Jockeys were tight, and Bob observed that the big
crotch he had seen under the blue jeans was real. The big blond opened a
door and almost walked in the closet "It's the closet!" he exclaimed, a
silly grin on his face.

	"Try the other one," Bob said, laughing.

	"Smart-ass. If it's not one it's gonna be the other one." Troy opened the
right door and marched into the bathroom. Bob took a deep breath and started
stowing his stuff away. The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Troy appeared
stark naked. His big, thick cock hung over the biggest pair of balls Bob had
ever seen. And his bush hair was as golden as the hair on his head. Bob
tried hard to keep his eyes off Troy's meat.

	"Where the fuck are the towels?"

	"Page four, paragraph two: the school will not provide towels and/or wash
cloths"

	"Oh, shit. I didn't bring any."

	Bob went to one of the open bags. He pulled out a large blue towel. "I
might have something here for you, sir. Matches your eyes and cheap at only
three bucks."

	Troy looked down at his naked body. "I seem to have left my wallet at
home."

	Bob tossed him the towel. "I'll put it on your bill."

	"Would you consider taking it out in trade?"

	"We're a respectable store, sir."

	"That's what I was afraid of." The big blond disappeared back in the
bathroom, and Bob heard the sound of the shower spray.

	Bob stripped down to his Jockeys and continued unpacking his stuff. The
handsome boy wasn't gay, or at least didn't consider himself gay at this
point in his life. He had been a good athlete in high school and enjoyed the
company of his locker room buddies. When he was younger he had joined in the
circle jerks, and even now, when he jacked off, he thought about some of the
guys he had pounded his cock with.

	His first gay experience was in the usual American teen-age custom. He was
hitchhiking, got picked up by a nice young man who was kind enough to give
him a blow job along with the ride. Bob loved it and would have returned the
favor, but the man didn't offer his cock, and Bob was too shy to ask.

	After that day the school bus never saw Bob Willis again. He devoted every
afternoon to thumbing a ride home. The handsome youth—in tight jeans and
T-shirt—always got a ride, and more often than not a blowjob to go with it.
He began to believe he would never need his fist again, yet he hated to say
good-bye to it. They were old friends.

	He started to look around the locker room in a different manner, and liked
what he saw there. Cock. Cock, cock all around, but he didn't dare touch
one. It never occurred to him that half his buddies were playing the
hitchhiking game too.

	One night he and one of the guys he particularly liked went to a drive-in.
The other kid brought along a pint of whisky and they both proceeded to get
plastered. But not plastered enough they couldn't tell each other how hot
they were and how much they needed a girl to fuck. They took their boners
out and examined each other, as Elvis sang on the big, color screen.

	The whisky, or Presley's song, gave Bob the courage to do what he had
wanted to do for a long time. He took hold of his friend's cock and treated
the boy to one hell of a hand job. The other boy did not return the gesture.
After shooting a huge amount of cream onto his shirt and Bob's fist, he put
his head back and started to snore.

	The next day he avoided Willis like the plague. Bob went back to thumbing,
and prayed that college would bring bigger and better things. Now that he
had met Troy, he was sure that it had.

	He finished unpacking and pulled off his shorts. He was not surprised to
find that he had a roaring hard-on. He wondered if Troy would like a hand
job. Would you like a hand job, Troy? Holy shit, he couldn't ask a stupid
question like that. Why not? Would you like your cock pounded? Would you
like your prick played with? Would you like your cock caressed? Would you...
Oh, fuck it!

	The bathroom door opened and Troy was suddenly standing before him, the
towel wrapped around his middle.

	Bob quickly covered his boner with his hand and tried to keep his back
toward the other boy. "I'm all finished," he said, grabbing another towel
and wrapping it around himself. It didn't help. His cock stuck out under the
material like a tent pole. He moved toward the bathroom.

	"Bob?" Troy called.

	"Yeah?"

	"Are we gonna be roommates?"

	"We're stuck with each other, for better or for worse," Bob kidded, not
knowing what Troy was leading up to. "Well, shit, man, if you got a boner
don't try to hide it. With the way I get them, we'll spend half our time
backing into each other."

	Bob turned and faced the other boy. He removed the towel, and as soon as he
did so he felt like a stupid ass. He flushed a bright red.

	"Man, that ain't nothing to be ashamed of."

	"I'm glad you approve." With that he disappeared into the bathroom.

	The two boys got along perfectly. They were both easygoing, enjoyed their
studies and each other's wit, no matter how corny it became at times. Troy
went out for the swimming team and made it with flying colors. The day after
the try-outs, the whole school was talking about their new swimming star.
His blond good looks and his athletic ability soon made him the most popular
freshman in the school. Bob was as proud of his friend as a mother hen, but
he didn't lean on Troy for social support. The dark-haired boy made the
tennis team, and the coach tried to talk him into turning pro, he was so
good.

	"You in the shower?" Bob yelled over the sound of the spray.

	"No, I'm in Mexico. Who the fuck you think is in the shower?" Troy shouted
back.

	"Well, shake your ass. I'm going out tonight."

	"Come on in. There's room for the two of us."

	Bob opened the glass door and joined Troy. "I thought you would never ask.
Shit, it's crowded in here." They kept brushing each other with their arms
and hips. "Wash my back and I'll wash yours," Bob said.

	Troy took the soapy cloth and rubbed his friend's back. "Want your ass
done?"

	"If you happen to be in the vicinity of my pretty behind, you might as well
give it a once-over too." Bob's heart pounded and his cock began to stretch
out. Troy moved the cloth over the soft ass-buns. "Open your legs, buddy."

	Bob's cock shot to attention as he felt Troy rub the crack of his ass with
the washcloth. "Shit, that's good," he said.

	"Now me." When Bob turned around, Troy's back was already toward him, and
he went right to work. First the strong back and then, without asking, he
soaped over Troy's plump ass. The blond boy raised his left leg, and Bob
moved right into the crack, loading it with soap. Bob's hand moved under
Troy's legs and he grabbed the big balls. "Man, you got the biggest pair of
nuts I've ever seen!"

	"I thought you would never notice."

	Bob's hand cupped the cods as his prick kept bouncing against Troy's ass.
Troy reached back, took hold of Bob's cock, and guided it to the crack of
his ass. "Fuck me, man. Goddamn it, fuck me."

	Bob stood on his toes and began to jab at the blonde's asshole. "Bend down,
you tall son of a bitch." Troy placed his hands on the shower room wall and
buckled his knees. Bob took hold of his cock and shoved it up the soapy
hole.

	"Wheee! You little bugger, you'll kill me."

	Bob was in to the hilt. He hugged Troy's waist and started to fuck the
swimmer, reaming his cock in and out of the juicy hole. "Oh,
Troy...Troy...Troy. I love it. I love it!" he cried.

	"Cream me, Bobby. Cream me good."

	"Here it is, Troy. Here it is." With the last shove he held his cock high
up the A-hole and flooded it with jism. He came like he had never come
before, jet after jet flying out of his prong as he sobbed and moaned and
shuddered and bit into Troy's neck. When it ended he slid to his knees, his
cock falling from the warm nest. Troy turned around and picked his lover up
by the armpits. He took him in his arms and kissed him full on the lips.
"Why the fuck did we wait so long?"

	"I love you, Troy. I love you."

	They stood, locked in each other's arms under the cool spray of the shower.

	Back in their room Troy opened a pack of cigarettes and tossed one to Bob.

	"I jacked off a guy once, and he never looked at me again," Bob suddenly
blurted out.

	"The cruddy bastard. I would have killed him."

	"You won't do that, will you, Troy? I mean, after what just happened."

	"What the fuck do you think I am, some kind of shit? Besides, I think I'm
in love with you."

	Bob's heart swelled and his whole body was flooded with joy. He didn't say
anything. He couldn't. He stood motionless as Troy unwrapped the towel from
around his waist and removed it. Bob let his own towel drop and thrilled as
Troy took his now limp cock in his hands. "Skinless wonder," he said,
caressing Bob's circumcised prong. "It wasn't so fuckin' placid when it was
pounding me."

	Bob reached down and cupped Troy's big balls.

	"You like my nuts?" Troy asked.

	Bob nodded and fisted Troy's hard cock. He pushed the skin back hard and
Troy winced. "Easy, man."

	"Sorry, Troy," he said, not even looking at the blond. He was fascinated
with the big cock in his hand, and kept skinning it up and down. "When I
skin it down it looks just like mine."

	"You like it?" Troy wanted to know.

	"You know I do."

	"Wanna taste it?"

	Bob licked his lips lewdly. "Come here," Troy urged, pulling his buddy in
front of the full-length mirror. "Kneel down."

	Bob knelt before the shrine as Troy held his cock out by its base. Both
boys looked into the mirror and became inflamed with their own reflection.
Troy took hold of Bob's head. He skinned his cock up until the head was
covered. "Now skin it with your lips."

	Bob Willis opened his lips and took the cock-tip between them. With a
little pressure he skinned the cock back until the head was completely
exposed inside his mouth. He felt the pressure of Troy's hands on his head,
and out of the corner of his eye he caught the reflection of his kneeling
self with the handsome blonde's prong in his mouth. His own limp rod began
to rise again, as he tongued the cockhead and moved his head down the shaft.

	Troy began to sway with emotion, and Bob took hold of the standing boy's
hips as he swallowed half the big cock. Fearing he couldn't take any more he
began to suck, moving the shaft in and out of his mouth, bringing pressure
on the thick rim with his soft lips. "This is your first cocksuck, isn't
it?" he heard Troy ask.

	Without letting go of his prize he nodded, the cock bobbing up and down in
his mouth.

	"It's good, Bob. It's good and you're good." Troy began to pump into Bob's
face, slowly at first, but faster as the pressure mounted in his big cods.
Bob gagged a few times as more and more of the big cock moved into his
throat.

	Bob's hands tried to push Troy off, but he was powerless against the
strength of the big swimmer. Troy could feel the cream swelling in his
balls. He pushed harder and Bob fell back, Troy moving with him until the
cocksucker was on his back with the big blond fucking his face.

	They both went a little wild now. Bob pulled on Troy's balls as his throat
relaxed, allowing the thick, hot flesh to fly in and out with little
discomfort. Troy's ass pounded into the boy's face and small, animal sounds
came from deep within his chest.

	"Let go of my balls!" he suddenly screamed. Bob pulled his hand away, Troy
screamed, the cock swelled in the sucker's mouth, and a flood of cream
suddenly filled it. Bob could feel the jet motions of the spunk moving from
the base of Troy's cock into his throat. He swallowed as much as he could,
but the flow was too fast too abundant, to be entirely consumed. The
overflow dribbled out of his mouth and covered Troy's burning flesh.

	Finally the big blond fell to the floor, panting. They lay still, Bob's
mouth quietly lapping and sucking the fast-falling cock. When he did let it
out of his mouth, he skinned it completely back and washed it with his
tongue. Troy patted his head. "The best. God, that was the best!"

	Later they lay on Troy's bed, still naked, the window wide open, and the
cool night air flowing over their young bodies. "Are you awake?" Troy
whispered.

	Bob nodded. "I wasn't sleeping."

	Troy yawned. "I was."

	"I know. I was watching you. You look beautiful when you sleep."

	"Did you take advantage of me?" Troy wanted to know.

	"I kissed your balls and your cock and your belly button and your tits."

	"You're a dirty little boy. Are you cold, Bobby?"

	"A little." Troy moved closer and the two boys locked themselves in each
other's arms, their legs entwined and their cocks caressing.

	Troy bit Bob's ear. "How's the skinless wonder?"

	"Tired, but happy. He's kissing your cock."

	"I know. Do you know we didn't eat tonight?" Troy suddenly asked.

	Bob laughed. "You didn't. I did...and I'm full."

	"Say, didn't you tell me you were going out tonight?"

	"I did and I was," Bob said.

	"With who?" Troy asked.

	Bob was kissing the blonde's chest. "It doesn't matter, and I really don't
care. Nothing like that happened before...nothing before this afternoon
matters any more."

	"Shit, you sound like a bad actor from a bad play."

	Bob was sucking one of Troy's big, brown tits. He let go long enough to
say, "I mean it."

	"I know you do. Ouch! You'll pull the fuckin' thing off. Now, who were you
going out with tonight?" He pulled Bob's head up to meet his own.

	"Vince Evans, that's who."

	Troy thought a minute. He reached for the cigarette pack and lit one. He
gave Bob a puff. "Big man on campus, that Evans."

	"Big man in other places too. Ever see him in the shower room at the gym?"

	"And I thought you were pure and innocent. Is he sniffing on your ass?"

	Bob held Troy's hand and took another puff on the butt. "It would be nice
to think so, but I doubt it. I think he was going to ask me to pledge Sigma
Epsilon next semester."

	"Good house," Troy said.

	"Best on campus."

	"Would you?" Troy asked.

	"Would I what? Fuck with Evans, or pledge Sigma Ep?"

	"Don't flirt with me. You sound like a fuckin' girl." Troy's voice was hard
and strong. He wasn't fooling, and Bob knew it. He cut out the little girl
crap. "Would you pledge for them?" Troy asked again.

	"I don't know. I haven't thought about it. I mean, I don't even know if
that's why Evans wanted to have a beer with me."

	They were both silent. Troy blew long streams of blue smoke into the dark
air. "One thing I do know," Bob said quietly. "I wouldn't pledge them unless
they asked you, too."

	"That's what I wanted to hear you say, Buddy," Troy said softly. He kissed
the dark-haired boy's lips and held him close. The tender kiss grew heavy
and hot, their cocks stretched between their tightly knit bodies, and once
again their passions rose to fever pitch. When they broke, Bob took hold of
his cock and laid it atop Troy's. His fist tried to encircle both pieces of
meat. It was an impossible task. "It feels good," Troy said.

	"Yeah." Bob answered. "Would you pledge 'em if they asked you?"

	"They did ask me. This afternoon."

	"What? Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Bob cried.

	"Because we were sort of busy doing other things...remember?"

	"Oh, Troy, I'm so happy. The both of us in Sigma Epsilon. Man, it's gonna
be great next year."

	Troy was playing with Bob's balls. "I think it's pretty great this year."

	"Holy shit," Bob exclaimed, pounding his head with his hand. "I stood up
Vince Evans. Suppose he wanted to ask me...holy shit, what can I tell him?"

	Troy looked at the other boy calmly. "Does it matter that much?"

	"Are you kidding? I might have fucked up my chance for a bid?"

	"I thought what happened between us tonight was pretty good. In fact I
thought it might mean more to you than a fuckin' bid to join a fraternity."

	Bob suddenly realized what Troy was trying to say. "My God, I'm sorry,
Troy."

	The blond looked at his friend sternly. His eyes, which only a few minutes
before resembled the color of the warm July sky, were now more like the
heavens of a cold December morning. Troy was an athlete and now, especially
after they had shared each other's bodies so intimately, he regarded Bob as
part of his team. He felt betrayed that Bob would even give a passing
thought to Vince Evans at this particular moment.

	Bob looked into those icy blue eyes and felt, more than understood, Troy's
hostility. "You wouldn't have accepted the bid if I wasn't asked, too," he
said quietly. "That's why you didn't tell me about it."

	Troy looked at his newly acquired lover and said nothing. But his face
softened as Bob's eyes implored him. The dark-haired boy kissed the blond
softly on the lips, and before Troy could respond, Bob moved his head
downward, kissing the big chest and lapping, like a puppy, on the big, brown
tits. Troy sucked in his breath and his big hands covered Bob's head. The
motion of the other boy's warm, wet tongue thrilled Troy. "Hey, feller, what
are you doing?" he whispered.

	"Begging forgiveness," Bob panted.

	Troy smiled, but did not try to stop the other boy. His heavy cock
thickened, and began to rise as Bob's lips moved to his navel and the
probing tongue tickled the small hole. Troy wiggled with delight, his ass
bouncing on the soft bed, his full-blown cock fucking the air.

	He did not try to stop Bob. He didn't tell him that he was forgiven.
Rather, he accepted Bob's libations, delighting in it as his just due but,
being wiser in the ways of sex than the tongue-lapper, he was aware that he
was now slave to Bob's wet, ever-probing tongue. "Suck," Troy hissed. "Suck
for forgiveness." He spread his muscular legs lewdly and Bob was caught
between them with a bowed head, lips clinging to Troy's belly. Bob could
feel the urgency of Troy's cock against his throat, the hot tip prodding his
chin.

	Bob, hunched between the blond legs, opened his mouth and sought the
majestic phallus. Troy had raised himself on his elbows and looked intently
down at the worshiper. Now, with a flick of his strong arm he pushed Bob's
head from his stiff cock. "My balls," he ordered, his voice low but
forceful.

	Without looking up, Bob's head moved to obey the delightful order. His lips
descended upon the soft mountain. Troy's balls were big, and Bob knew it,
but still he was awed by their size as he pressed into the center of the big
nuts and the huge mounds seemed to arise and caress his cheeks. "Lick my
sweaty balls," the voice from above directed, and as if to accentuate Bob's
humility, Troy reached for the table lamp and flipped the knob. The bed was
flooded with white light.

	Troy moved his big cock to one side in order to eye Bob as his tongue,
fully exposed, began to lap the hairy nuts. He went about his penance with a
great lust and joy, licking and kissing the big cods as his nose inhaled the
smell of manly balls and chlorine water in which the swimmer was immersed
each afternoon.

	Troy closed his eyes and relaxed, his hand falling from his cock, which
sprang into Bob's forehead as if begging attention. Carefully, Bob lifted
the wet nuts and licked beneath them. Troy moaned as the lapping tongue
moved over the sensitive area. Almost as a conditioned reflex, Troy raised
his legs slowly, his head tossing from side to side on the big pillow. He
stopped the motion in midair when he suddenly realized the position would
place his ass directly into Bob's face.

	Bob's tongue licked downward, into the base of the ass-crack, his hands
urging Troy to raise himself. "I forgive you, I forgive you," Troy intoned,
as if begging mercy, wanting to tell Bob he did not have to continue but
hoping, with wild excitement, that he would.

	"I must. I want to," came Bob's muffled voice. Troy grunted, raised his
legs until they were wrapped about Bob's neck, and shoved his ass off the
bed.

	"Suck it. Suck it hard. Lick it with your tongue," Troy gasped as Bob
obeyed each command, his tongue moving around, over and finally into the
tight passage. "You fucked me with your cock, now fuck me with your tongue."
It went in deeper, widening the ring until it darted in and out like a
miniature cock. Troy moaned and pushed his ass into Bob's face. His strong
legs were like iron about the ass-sucker's neck.

	Troy's cock dripped cum as Bob's hand reached up and encircled the column,
skinning it up and down until the big head was covered with jism. "Fuck me.
Fuck me." Bob slobbered, surprised at the sound of his own voice. "Take my
cherry with your big cock."

	The bed was suddenly alive with motion. The two young bodies twisted and
contorted until Bob, still crying to be fucked, allowed Troy to lay him,
face down, on the bed. His legs were roughly pried wide apart, and he
groaned in anticipation as Troy opened the crack of his virgin ass and
lowered his strong body to the mark.

	Passion reigned. Troy guided his wet cock to the target and shoved, sending
the merciless cock in until his chest fell atop Bob's back. Bob cried out in
pain, and for one brief second blacked out. He felt as if his ass was on
fire, and cried into the pillow as Troy fucked him with the fury of a stud
horse.

	The boy's sobs turned to long, low moans as his muscle relaxed, and the
feel of the long, thick pole caressed his insides.

	Both boys were gasping with wonder and joy. "I'm getting it! I'm getting
it!" Bob kept moaning as the delightful fuck seized his body. The intimacy
of the act filled him with awe.

	He felt the boy above him tense and squeeze his shoulders. He heard Troy
groan, and the blonde's thrusting cock exploded, sending the first wave of
cream flowing up the dark passage. Troy cried like a child as the joyful,
life giving cum shot from his cock and Bob, for the first time in his life,
experienced the thrill of another's orgasm through the pulsating,
sperm-shooting cock deep within his bowels.

	The fuck, like a shooting star, was glorious but brief. The blond lay
exhausted atop Bob's back. The cool autumn air flowed into the open window,
blowing the curtain like the sail of a small ship. Both boys, still linked
by Troy's life-giving staff, were silent except for their panting chests. In
a few moments they were asleep, adrift on a sea of pure tranquility.