Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003 14:57:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Mead <timmead88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dr. Tim and the Boys, ch. 17

The following story is fiction.  It involves sexually-explicit erotic
events between males.  If you are offended by such material, are too young,
or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read it.

In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms.  In
the real world, you should care enough about yourself and others to always
practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights.  No reproductions or links to other sites
are allowed without the author's consent.

My indispensable buddy Tom W. wrote part of the last scene of this chapter,
but it's been passed back and forth so much we can't tell which of us wrote
what.  Tom is about to post chapter 6 of "The TNT Files" in the Adult
Friends section.  That tells a little about how this chapter came to be
written.  It also has some wild cyber sex in it.  I think you will enjoy
it.  .

I dedicated the previous episode of this story to Evan Bradley because he
had given Tommy and me lots of help with it.  Since chapter 16 appeared,
Evan has posted chapter 43 of "Ambush."  In his preface, he says some very
gracious things about me, things I'm sure I don't deserve.  He also tells
us that chapter 43 is the final installment of what has to be one of the
finest tales ever to appear under Nifty's auspices.  Without Evan's
encouragement, moreover, I would never have undertaken the writing of
"Dr. Tim and the Boys."  Without his ongoing advice, it would have been a
much poorer story.  Lion, "Ambush" will always be my favorite story --
until your next one appears.  You teach us all, my friend! --T.M.


Timmead88@yahoo.com
Chapter 17: End of Term


TIM:

Except for seeing Ced only on weekends, it had been a good summer so far.
I had enjoyed being able to teach the Lost Generation course.  Several of
the students were not traditional college age, older, even, than me.  They
were fun to work with, interested, willing to do the long readings I
required.  Most of them were eager to get involved in the conversations.
Two of the best, though, were Trey and Steve.  Raul, Trey's summer
roommate, was another story.  He was bright enough.  His English is nearly
impeccable.  He just didn't seem to enjoy what we were doing.  I suspect he
was more interested in tennis and his social life.

As that first summer term neared its end, I was looking forward to being
free for the rest of the summer to work on my dissertation.  The challenge
was to turn it into a publishable book.  Both Randolph Clarke at Kenyon and
Gwen Fairchild at the University were urging me to do that.  But I'm
getting ahead of myself.

Three interesting things happened during the last week of the term.


Thinking it was time to see how things were going with Steve Metz, after
class one day I asked him to stop by my office when he could.

He smiled as broadly as I've ever seen him smile and said, "Hey, professor,
I need to see you, too.  Can I come by this afternoon?"

"Sure, Steve, you know my hours."

He appeared promptly, carrying a large manila envelope.  He had more tan
than he had in the spring.  Although he was only a couple of inches taller
than me, he carried himself straight, and there was a smile on his full
lips.

"So, Steve," I began.  "You've done a fine job in the course, as I knew you
would.  That was a solid, well-written analysis of Faulkner's `Soldier's
Pay'."

"Dr. Mead, you were right.  I've loved the reading.  I've totally enjoyed
the course.  Thanks for having faith in me.  Nobody else ever seemed to
think I could do much in school, so I sort of tried to prove they were
right."

"Well, unless you really bomb the final, you're headed for an A, as I think
you know.  Congratulations.  And good luck."

He smiled and nodded.

"Now, how are things going outside class?"

Then he beamed as he told me all about the gang of young kids who'd become
his "fan club" at the pool.  I had heard something about that from Trey,
but I didn't tell him so.

"And that brings me to why I wanted to see you.  Because I didn't know what
else to do, I declared an English major this spring."

"Yes, I was happy to see that."

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, professor, but I think now I understand
what I really want to do.  You know my dad's a doctor?"

"Yes, I remember your telling me."

"And he wanted me to go to med school, until I screwed up my chances of
doing that by goofing off in school."

"Yeah, you told me that, too.  I think you also said you weren't interested
in being a doctor."

"I'm still not.  But I am applying for entrance into the University's
nursing program.  I want to become a pediatric nurse."  His enthusiasm was
written all over his face.  "And I wondered if you would write a
recommendation for me.  I don't have very many people who would say good
things about my abilities as a student."

"Steve, that's wonderful!  Was it your experience with the kids this summer
that brought you to this decision?"

"Uh huh.  I can't explain it, but being able to really help kids that age
sounds like something I can see myself doing for the rest of my life.  Up
until now, nothing ever appealed to me much.  My old man isn't happy,
though.  He thinks it's a come-down for a doctor's son to be something as
`insignificant' as a nurse.  But this is something I want to do.

"Well, I'm sorry about your dad, but I'll be glad to write you a
recommendation, and I'll have no trouble finding good things to say about
you."

He handed me the envelope, which I put on top of the stack of things in my
inbox.

He rose to go, but he paused.

"Was there something else, Steve?"

"Oh, just something weird.  Yesterday when I left the pool to go home, I
found this on my windshield, stuck under the wiper blade."

He handed me a standard-sized sheet of printer paper.  On it was, in the
largest possible font, "FAG!"

"Who would do something like that?  I'm not queer."

"I can't imagine.  Did you report it to the police?"

"No, I don't know what they could have done.  Oh, well, see you in class
tomorrow, Dr. Mead.  And thanks."

"Glad to help, Steve.  See you tomorrow."


Trey occasionally stopped by my office after class just to chat.  He told
me he missed Chaz.  One day, he seemed particularly at loose ends, so I
asked him to come over to Ced's and my place for dinner.  He lighted up at
that and asked what he could bring.

"Do you like lamb?"

"DO I!"

"OK, I'll stop by the Fresh Market and get some lamb chops for the grill.
I think instead of potatoes, we'll have rice.  I've a recipe I've been
meaning to try, and you can be my guinea pig.  How about you bring a bottle
of merlot?  I hear you're a wine drinker these days."

"That sounds great.  About six?"

"Great, Trey.  Come casual.  I'll be in shorts and a tee, probably."

"Thanks, Tim, I'm looking forward to it."

"Well, I hope you are free for the evening.  We can just relax and hang out
together."

He smiled his once-more sleepy smile, winked one hazel eye at me, and left.

As cold as the winters are, it can get pretty hot in northern Ohio by the
end of June, and that day turned out to be a scorcher.  I had decided that,
though I'd grill the chops, we'd eat inside where it was air conditioned.
Not to make the occasion stuffy, however, I set the kitchen table for Trey
and me.

He arrived a few minutes before six.  After we had exchanged a hug, he
said, "Let's get the cork pulled on this red so it can breathe a while."

"You ARE becoming the wine expert," I said, chuckling.  "Tell you what.  I
have a partially full bottle of red in the fridge.  Let's open yours, as
you suggested, and let it breathe.  Meanwhile, we can pour ourselves some
of what's already open.  It will be a little too cool, but it will warm up
very quickly."

I had the briquettes waiting in the grill, so I stepped outside onto a
torrid patio, lighted them, and scurried back inside.  Trey had found the
wine and the glasses and was pouring each of us a drink when I got back.  I
rinsed some baby carrots and put them in a bowl alongside a bowl of ranch
dip.  He helped me carry all that into the living room.  The rice was
already simmering, and I could fix a salad while the chops were on the
grill.

As he sat opposite me, Trey looked good enough to eat.  Even though it was
summer, he was wearing his tawny hair a little longer than he had in the
spring. He had on an olive collared tee, khaki shorts, and sandals without
socks.  When we were close to each other, I noticed that he was wearing
some aftershave that wasn't Eternity.  I took that to be a good sign.

The remarkable thing was that there was no sexual tension between us.  We
were just very comfortable together, like two brothers.  He lifted his
glass and said, "Cheers!"

"Cheers!"  We sipped and smiled at each other.

With our wine and later during dinner, we chatted about the course, about
the writers he had especially liked, and about his distaste for Fitzgerald
(don't blame him much there).  I asked about his brother.  He told me he
hadn't seen Rob since Easter break because he hadn't been back to Richmond
but that he planned to go home the week after the upcoming party at Stan's.

I had cut two slices of frozen key lime pie and set them out to thaw as we
ate.  That made a cool finish to our meal.

Trey helped me load the dishwasher.  I offered coffee, but he declined, so
we went back and sat down in the living room.

"Tim, we were talking about your course a while ago.  I need to ask you
something related to that sort of thing."

"What's that?"

"I want to change my major."

"Oh?"

"Can I trust you to be honest with me?"

"Do you have to ask?"

"OK."  He took a deep breath.  "Here goes."

I waited.

"What would you think if I majored in English and planned to go on to grad
school?"

"You're thinking of teaching?"

"Yes, if I'm good enough."

"Of course you're good enough.  The question is why you want to teach."

He paused, apparently gathering his thoughts.  "Well, let me start with why
I want to teach English.  I can't think of anything more fun that getting
to talk about literature for a living."

"Trey, I have news for you, babe.  English professors, and I assume you're
thinking of college teaching, spend a lot more time preparing for classes
and reading student papers and even teaching things like freshman comp than
they do actually talking about literature."

"Oh, I know that.  But I still think I'd like it.  Now, here's the thing.
I've told you that my dad and my uncle have taught Robbie and me that we
have to find some way to `put back'."

I nodded.

"Well, not to sound corny, but I've come to think of teaching as a fine
profession.  I admire so much what you do with and for your students.  I
can't think of anything I'd rather do than try to be a good prof."

"Really? I am touched, Trey.  But I have to admit that a certain amount of
altruism is essential if one is going to be successful and happy as a
college professor."

"So, would you be willing to be my advisor?"

"Gladly, if that's what you really want.  Do you think you'll be able to
fulfill all the requirements for the major in English by time to graduate
next spring?"

"Probably not.  But I wouldn't mind staying around for an extra semester.
Then I could apply for admission to grad school somewhere to start
mid-year."

"Sounds like you've thought it all out.  I hope you know that I'll do
everything I can to help."  Then I winked and said, "Except give you a
better grade than you deserve in my course."

"Hey," he laughed, "I thought I had aced the course!"

"Well, not to tell tales out of school, I can't imagine your not getting an
A."

Trey excused himself to go to the john.  When he got back, I asked, "How
are things going with your summer roomie?"

He took a minute or two, seeming to ponder the question.

"Tim, I'm going to take advantage of that bond you and I have, OK?"

"Sure."

"This is brother-to-brother, not student-to-prof, right?"

"Yes, Trey."

"Raul and I have been fucking like bunnies all summer!"

The image of the two of them was incredibly hot.  I think I laughed,
probably at his choice of simile.

"Seriously, Tim, Raul is one hot and randy guy.  He's insatiable.  And he
has no fear.  He'll do it anywhere.  One afternoon we were driving around
out in the country with the top down on his Beamer.  He went down a dirt
road, pulled under a tree in a field, and told me we were going to make out
on the hood of his car."

Intrigued, I asked, "So, what happened?"

"It was a comedy of errors.  First of all, the car is black.  The hood was
so hot from the sun and the heat of the motor that we couldn't touch it.
Then he got a couple of beach towels from the back and put them on the
hood.  He actually persuaded me to strip.  There wasn't a house or even a
barn in sight, and we were a long way from a paved road, but someone COULD
have come by.  I was worried and excited at the same time, and hard as a
rock."

I just waited for him to continue.

"Well, we both got naked, but every time he tried to lie on the towels on
the hood of the car, they kept slipping off, so we wound up doing it on the
ground beside the car.  It's quite a sensation to be plowing somebody in
the open air with the breeze riffling the hairs on your ass!"

I laughed and said I imagined it was.

Trey's smiled faded.  "But, Tim, here's the thing.  Raul is sexy -- and
oversexed.  It's been fantastic in a way.  But it's not very satisfying
. . ."

"Because?"

"Because what I want is what you and Ced have.  I want a guy that's not
just sexy, but a guy I can love.  I want a one-to-one committed
relationship.  I never thought I'd hear myself saying that sex twice a day
wasn't enough, but that's the way I feel."

"Can I ask you, little brother, whether you have a specific guy in mind?"

He smiled and said, "Yeah, you can ask.  And I'll tell you.  Now that he's
been gone for over a month, I realize how much I miss Chaz and how much I
want him."

That was a surprise.  "Aren't you barking up the wrong tree there?"

"Well, here's where I have to trust you to keep a brother's secret.  OK?"

"Yes, Trey."

"Chaz and I had one beautiful night of sex a few days before the end of
spring term.  It was Chaz who instigated it, but after that we never spoke
of it again."

I uttered a very un-professorial "Wow!  So you don't know how he's feeling
about all that now?"

"No, but I intend to find out when he gets here.  He's coming up on Friday,
the 5th, and we'll pick you and Ced up to go to Meadville the next
morning."

"What about Raul?"

"I sort of encouraged him to be absent.  That was cool with him because
he's been invited to go to Toledo for the whole weekend of the 4th.  So I
plan to get some things clear with my big friend."

"Well, Trey, you know I wish you luck, if Chaz is really the guy."

"He's been my best friend for three years, Tim.  I have always loved him.
But it took all that meaningless sex with Raul to show me that what I
really want is Chaz."

"Do you have any idea how he feels about you?"

"Well, as I said, we've been best buds for three years.  He was beautiful
that night we were together in my bed.  I'm hoping we can build on that."
He stood.  "It's getting late, and I have my final exam in Lost Generation
to study for.  The prof's a real slave driver, you know.  So I'd best be
getting home."

I laughed and stood.  We hugged.

"Thanks for dinner, Tim, and thanks for listening.  You know I love you,
don't you?"

"Yeah, Trey, I know.  I hope you and Chaz get together, babe."


The third thing that happened that last week was a visit to my office by
Gwen Fairchild.  She tapped on the doorframe and, when I looked up, came in
and shut the door.  I hadn't even managed to stand up before she sat down
facing me.

"Tim, we need to talk."

"Am I in trouble?"

"Not yet, dear, but you may be if you aren't more careful."

"Gwen, what's all this about?"

She gave me a wry smile and said, "Timothy, I don't care if you are gay,
but if you want a future here at the University, you've got to be more
circumspect."

I was stunned.  What did Gwen know?  I cleared my throat, swallowed, and
said, "Gay?"

"If you're not, you're certainly doing a good job of pretending.  I saw you
holding hands with Stanley Mason at Stefan's that night, you know.  I think
I told you that I had practically flung myself at his feet once.  Perhaps
I'm vain, but when he brushed me off with that dazzling smile of his, I
decided he had to be gay.  He certainly was being touchy-feely with your
waiter at Stefan's.  Add in the fact that whenever Ced Jones comes into
this office, he closes the door, and what does one conclude?"

"What DOES one conclude, Gwen?"

"Frankly, Tim, I don't give a rat's ass if you're gay.  I want to keep you
here at the University.  You're the best young person we've had in the
department in a long time, and I want to see you have the career you
deserve.  I'd like that career to be at this university, not somewhere
else."

I managed to stammer my thanks.

"But sweetheart, there are some homophobic old dragons in this department,
men who will be voting on your future promotions, voting, probably on your
tenure.  You can't afford to alienate them.  We have gay faculty members
and lots of gay students.  This isn't Podunk U, after all.  But you do need
to keep a low profile."

"I see."

"And you might want to keep in mind that the University does have
regulations against professor-student liaisons.  I don't think they are
rigorously enforced. After all, at a university this big, who's keeping
track?  But, Tim, I just don't want to see you mess up what is a very
promising career here.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Gwen.  I understand what you are saying, and I'm grateful for your
concern.  I really do appreciate what you have done to help me get and keep
this job.  You've given me a lot to think about.  So thanks for all of
that."

She rose, smiled, and said "A word to the wise."  Then she went back down
the hall toward her office, leaving me with, as I had told her, a lot to
sort out.

Ced and I HAD been pretty reckless in my office.  It's a wonder we weren't
caught in the act.  Or various acts.  One day, after he closed and locked
the door and we had our usual kiss, he undid my pants, pulled them and my
boxers down, and proceeded to give me a blowjob.  Having to be quiet while
he sucked me, unable to moan or verbalize the pleasure I felt, made the
experience all the more intense.  I also think the risk of being caught
added to the heat of the moment.  Damn, we were becoming real sluts, right
there in the English Department building!  When I came, he swallowed it
all, kissed me, and said he had to go.  I barely had my shorts and pants
back up when he winked at me and left.

One Saturday morning I was at my desk marking papers.  The building was
pretty deserted, though there were a few other hardy souls in their offices
performing the same slavery I was.  Ced, who always kept track of me,
popped in, smiling as usual.

We went through the door-locking, lip-locking routine.  Then it was MY
turn.  I unfastened the button on his shorts, allowing them to drop to the
floor.  I had to pull the waistband of his Calvins out to get it over his
woodie.  There was already a moist spot -- from our kiss, apparently.  (And
I think I have a leakage problem!)  I let his briefs drop.  Then I turned
him around and pushed him down onto the desk.  There he was, bent over,
beautiful bronze ass in readiness.  What was I to do?

He began to giggle when I started to rim him, so I had to bite his butt to
remind him to be quiet.  I continued tongue-fucking his hole while he kept
up a running but whispered commentary on how good it felt.  Before either
of us knew what was happening, he came.  All over my desk, he came.
Fortunately nothing actually landed on any of the student papers there, but
one blob of spunk came dangerously close.  I got some Kleenex, and we
cleaned him and the desk the best we could, giggling softly as we did.  I
had so much precum in my boxers I had to take them down and swab it up so
it wouldn't soak through my khakis.  Ced pulled himself together and went
off to a baseball game or something while I went back to marking papers --
with a boner that just wouldn't go away.

Obviously, I needed to talk about all this with Ced the next time he came.
If Gwen had suspicions about what we were doing -- or any of my other
colleagues, God forbid! -- he and I needed to cool it.  We were, after all,
having sex every night, sometimes more than once a night, until the spring
term ended.  We were just doing the office stuff because it was especially
exciting, I think.

So, Professor Mead, you need to get your act together, to start being
responsible, to start setting a better example for Cedric.  Yeah, right!


* * *


TREY:

"I was dying to get to you, I was dreaming while I drove The long straight
road ahead, Could taste your sweet kisses, Your arms open wide.  This fever
for you is just burning me up inside!"

The fourth of July this year was on a Thursday.  Ced spent the day with his
parents.  He was to come to campus on Friday, spend the day with Tim, and
we'd all go to Meadville together first thing Saturday for Stan and Mark's
cookout.

Tim left on Wednesday night to go home to Belpre.  His parents had been
complaining that he hadn't come home for a long time, so he wanted to spend
that night and most of the Fourth with them.  There was going to be some
sort of family gathering with lots of food and cousins at their house.  He
was to make the three-hour drive back to campus after supper on Thursday.
When he found out I was going to be alone, he invited me to come home with
him.  I didn't want to horn in on his time with his folks, so I made some
excuse about needing the day to get ready for the trip I was making back
home to Richmond the following week.

Raul left with Jason, a tennis team buddy of ours, to go to Toledo for the
long weekend.  Fortunately.  I didn't need him around while Chaz was there.
It was going to be chancy enough as it was.

Chaz said he was trapped with the family all day on the fourth and there
was something going on Friday morning, so he'd leave Cincinnati in the
early afternoon and be at our place by supper.  We'd have the evening
together.  And the NIGHT.  And go to Meadville with Tim and Ced on Saturday
morning.  Stan had said to come as early as we could, and that we'd eat
mid-afternoon.  We were all planning to come back to campus that night.
Chaz would have to drive back to Cincinnati and Ced back to Cleveland on
Sunday.

It was pretty lonely on the 4th with all the guys away.  Everything at the
university was closed for the holiday, so I couldn't work out or swim.
There was no one around for tennis.  I took the opportunity to sleep in,
though, and didn't get up until about 10:00.  I jogged a while before
breakfast.  Then I messed around doing laundry and generally getting my
stuff organized for the trip home Monday.  That afternoon I watched some of
a game between the Indians and the Blue Jays.  The Tribe was having an off
day in a not particularly good season, so I finally switched the tv off.

About 5:00 it occurred to me that I hadn't eaten lunch because breakfast
was so late.  I felt like some comfort food, so I baked some biscuits that
I took out of a bag in the freezer, made some sausage gravy, fixed some
coffee and had myself a down-home supper.  Later, when I was getting really
bored, I rummaged around to see what sort of VHS tapes or dvd's were in the
cabinet under the tv.  I found a gay porn dvd that Raul had apparently left
there.  There was no plot, of course, just a lot of different scenes of
guys getting it on.  The last one was two tall guys in basketball uniforms
sucking, rimming, and fucking on a bench in a locker room.

That reminded me so much of Chaz that I went to bed, jacked off slowly, and
went to sleep.


I was in a tizzy on Friday waiting for Chaz to arrive.  I am usually a
pretty calm guy.  I don't get nervous or upset easily.  Some people have
said that those steady nerves are part of why I'm good on the court.  I
don't know about that, but I was nervous as a cat all day.  I decided I had
to find out how he really felt about me.  I was resolved to tell him about
Raul and then tell him how much more he meant to me than Raul ever could.
But, as I said, it was risky.  I thought we really had made an important
connection the night we fucked, but he never spoke of it afterward, even
going so far as to tell me he'd been with Sue-Ann.  He had only sent me a
few terse emails about his summer, so I really had no idea what he was
doing, or if he had any friends, male or female, there at home.

I decided that I was silly to pace around like a love-sick teenager and
then chuckled to think that I was a love-sick twenty-something.  I turned
on the tv and found another Indians/Blue Jays game.  I watched for a while.
The staying up to get ready for finals must have caught up with me, though,
because I went to sleep in the chair.

The next thing I knew, I felt someone riffle my hair.  Then I heard Chaz
softly say "Hey dude."  I opened my eyes and looked up.  And up.  He was
sitting on the arm of my chair, but even so he towered above me.  He smiled
down at me with his sexy, lop-sided smile.

I was mesmerized, caught in his gaze for one long second.  In fact, I began
leaning toward him, before the adrenaline kicked-started my brain and I
jumped up, all sleepiness gone.

"Chaz, it's great to see you, man.  How was your trip?  How are your folks?
How's your summer been going?"

Still smiling, he said, "Tiger, it's not like you to babble."  Then he gave
me a rather tentative hug and said, "It's great to see you, too."

That hug felt fantastic, made me want to just melt into it and hope Chaz'd
understand that wordless declaration.  But I decided against it.  This was
the most important thing in my life.  I was not going to trick my way into
it.  So I pulled myself together.

"Can I help you get your stuff out of the car?"

"No, thanks, babe.  I've already brought everything in.  You were sleepin'
pretty good there.  Where's Raul?"

"Sorry I was asleep.  Raul's in Toledo with a friend.  Except for going to
Markie's tomorrow, it's just you and me for the whole weekend."

"That's good, Trey, `cause we need to talk."

"Oh, yeah, we do.  How about we go get something to eat and then come back
here?"

"No need.  I stopped and got burgers and fries and coleslaw.  Got any
beer?"

"Do you have to ask?  Would I be out of beer knowing my best bud was
coming?"

"Well, let's get at it before it all gets cold."

We didn't quite make it.  The burgers were still slightly warm, but the
fries were stone cold.  Oh, well, at least the beer was the right
temperature.  As we munched and sipped, we chatted about his park job and
the class I had taken with Tim.

He told me about this girl, Dawn, he had worked with.  My heart sank until
he said he had really disliked her for about the first three weeks and then
decided that she wasn't bad.  He went on to say that they had never dated
or anything like that.

Then he asked, "Tiger, you still got the hots for Tim?"

"You know, Big Guy, that's a good question.  I don't think I do any more.
Tim and I have spent a lot of time together, in class and out, and I think
we've come to a new sort of relationship."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"It's more like we were brothers, almost like twin brothers.  I feel really
close to him.  Sometimes we intuit what the other is thinking.  We even
dreamed about each other.  (I wasn't going to tell Chaz about the content
of our dreams, though.)  I feel close to Tim, like we have this really deep
bond.  But I'm sure he and I will never have sex.  He's really wrapped up
in Ced.  Oh, by the way, they had a super weekend together in Cleveland, he
tells me, a couple of weeks ago."

"I suppose Ced's folks were OK with Ced and Tim?"

"Well, you've met them.  They're pretty great people.  And Tim says they
were very welcoming to him."

"So how did you and Raul get on while I've been gone?"

"Chaz, is there a point to all of these questions?"  God, I did sound like
Tim, saying that!  Chaz's reaction proved he'd noticed something, too.  He
looked almost scared, not his usual reaction toward me.

"No, just tryin' to catch up with your goings-on."

I could see this was important to him.  And of course I had to be honest
with him.

"Okay, buddy, I'm going to tell you, but I'll expect you to be equally
honest about your experiences this summer.  AND you have to promise to
listen to what I have to say to you after that."

"OK."

I drew a deep breath.

"Raul and I have had sex."

Chaz's face was expressionless as he asked, "Was it good?"

"Well, he's a great-looking guy, and I can tell you he's a horn dog."

"And you didn't even wait till I was gone, right?  You started right when
you showed him my room!"

Oh shit.  He had noticed, after all.  I cleared my throat.

"Yeah, you're right about that."  Of course Raul had jumped me that day,
but I guess I could have stopped him.

Chaz's face still gave no sign of how he was feeling, but he rubbed his
palms on his shorts as if they were sweaty.  Then HE took a deep breath.

"Okay.  I met this guy, David, Dawn's brother.  He and I did it."

My heart sank.  "And was it good?"

He seemed to think about that.  Then he nodded and said, "Yeah, it was.
Real good."

After that there was this terrible silence.  I knew it was over between us,
and I didn't know what to say.

While I was wondering how I could possibly explain that I'd had frequent
sex with Raul but that I really wanted to be with him, Chaz drained his
beer bottle, crumpled his napkin, and looked at me.

"Tiger, David and I had sex once.  It was really, really hot.  It was
different from the night you and I did it."

Well, there it was.  He'd found somebody he liked better than me.  I felt
like shit.  Then I realized he was continuing.

"Trey, the sex David and I had was fantastic, just like it was when you and
I did it.  The difference is that -- oh, hell, I'm just gonna say it.  I
didn't feel anything special for David, and, man, you're my best friend.  I
didn't think I'd ever say this to a guy, but I love you.  I don't want to
have sex with anyone else.  But it looks as if you've gone and hooked up
with Raul."

"NO!" I almost shouted.  "I'm not hooked up with Raul.  I know just what
you mean.  Casual sex is pretty good for a while, but eventually it loses
its appeal.  Listen, big buddy, I've been missing you almost from the day
you left.  Do you think we could be lovers as well as best friends?  Could
we have something as fine as Ced and Tim have?

He needed a second to digest my words.  Then his face broke out into the
smile I love.  "Little buddy, I'd sure like to try."

"Chaz, I've been so worried that after we had that night together you
didn't like it or were disappointed or something with me or with mansex.  I
thought you might have taken up with Sue-Ann.  I was afraid you would find
some man -- or woman -- in Cincinnati, afraid that I had realized too late
what I really wanted."

His face became solemn for a moment.  I think there were tears in his eyes.
Yeah, tears in the eyes of Chaz Greeley!  Then the smile came back.

"Tiger, that's pretty damned amazing, dude!  I got in a sweat when I
realized that I missed my best buddy and we had all of Ohio between us.
When I compared that night with David, as fantastic as it was, with what
you and I had, I was scared to death you had forgotten me and had found
someone else.  I tried to call you once, but couldn't get you.  Then I even
tried to call Tim, but he wasn't home either.  I finally got Ced, but he
didn't help much.  Or maybe he did.  He told me to go with my feelings.  I
guess that's when I realized I had to at least tell you how I felt."

He paused.  "Would you listen to me!  When did I ever make a speech that
long?"

"Chaz, baby, I think you should begin to shed that dumb jock pose.  You're
smart, and you're just discovering what you've been covering up -- that
you're pretty sensitive, too.  And that makes you vulnerable."

"God, Trey, you sound like Tim."

"Is that so bad, studly?"

There was that goofy smile again.  "No, Tiger, that's not so bad.  If you
think of him like a brother, then I suppose he's going to be my
brother-in-law.  Who'd a thunk?"

Then he did the damndest thing.  I'm about 165, and he picked me up and
slung me over his shoulder and took me into his bedroom.  When we got
there, he put me down on the bed, but somehow in the process his hand was
up my shorts to my butt.  Since I was freeballing that evening, he had his
middle finger in my crack before I knew what was happening.

"I think it's about time for us to, what`s the word?"

"Fuck?"

"No, you lowbrow.  The word I was looking for is `consummate'."

I grinned.  "I like the sound of that, big guy."

After weeks of frenetic sex with Raul, what followed that evening was slow
and tender.  I couldn't believe that in a couple of months the Chaz who was
taunting Tim could be such a gentle lover.  And he took charge.  I stifled
my instincts and just let him take the lead.

First, he undressed me, which didn't take long.  Then he left me lying on
my back and just stood there, looking down at me."

"Disappointed, tall one?"

"Nossir, I was admirin' the view."

He just stood there smiling.  I began to want to cover up or wiggle or
something.  It was both very erotic and embarrassing to have him looking at
me like that, not saying or doing anything.  Except smiling.

"Charles," I said in mock exasperation, "help me out here.  I don't know
about you babe, but I'm horny as hell, and I've been waiting weeks for
this.  Are you gonna get undressed or what?"

"Ya think I should?"

"Well, idiot, I want to look at you.  I want to see that demon dong of
yours, up close and personal.  If you don't take your clothes off, I'm
going to have to take them off of you."

"Well, li'l Henry Lee, when you put it like that. . . ."  He was out of his
shirt, shorts, shoes and socks in a flash.

"When did you start wearing briefs?"

"I like the support, but I only wear them when no one is going to see me in
them.  I think they look dorky.  Today, I thought I might jinx everything
if I assumed you were going to see me in my underwear and wore boxers."

"OK, studly, enough discussion of haberdashery.  Lose the briefs before you
burst a hole in the front of them!"  His boner was stretching the cotton to
its limits, and there was a wet spot.  I guess he must have liked what he
saw.  He shed the briefs and lay down on the bed beside me.  We put our
arms around each other and just lay there, my head against his shoulder.
We stayed that way for a while.  It was great to be there with my friend,
holding him, being held by him, smelling his unique scent, knowing that we
had finally recognized the truth of what we shared.

I became increasingly aware, however, of our hard cocks pressed between
us. He must have been aware of them, too, for he began to slowly hump my
belly.  Of course I responded.  It felt fantastic because it was pretty
slick down there from all the precum.

He brushed his lips against mine, slowly.  Then he began to lick my lips
lightly with the tip of his tongue.  I shivered, wondering where he had
learned to do that.  The kissing remained gentle, unhurried, but things at
the other end were getting insistent.

"Chaz, I need you to claim me, babe."

He looked at me with concern.  "Sure you're ready for this big thing of
mine?"

"Oh, yeah, but you have to go slow, OK?"

"As slow as you want, but not yet.  Lay on your back."

We let go of each other, and I rolled onto my back, my red, shiny cock
pointing somewhere over the headboard.  Chaz climbed between my legs and
began licking my balls.  Slowly.  Tantalizingly.  Occasionally he'd snuffle
his nose between my balls and the base of my cock, and I'd jump each time.
I was still marveling at how gentle he was.  Big, macho, often-arrogant
Chaz Greeley was tender, considerate, concerned with MY pleasure in a way
that Raul never was.  With Raul, it was hot, quick, sometimes rough, and
always lots of fun.  But what Chaz was doing was making love to me.
Showing me he loved me, and that's what I had needed -- all my life!

And so it went.  He moved from my balls to my cock, where he licked for a
while. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, I pleaded with him.

"Chaz, take it in your mouth, suck on it, please!"

He gave me a wicked smile and slurped it in.  Raul, who'd had lots of
practice, obviously, could swallow the whole thing, fat as it is.  Chaz
seemed to want to do that, but he gagged a couple of times, and then
coughed.

"It's OK, babe, if you'll just suck on the end of it.  You don't have to
take it all down."  In the back of my mind I was thinking about
deep-throating that monster of his at some point.  That would be a
challenge.  I also knew that he would be sticking it up my chute before we
were through that evening, and I both worried about that and longed for it.

Chaz quickly got into a comfortable bobbing, sucking motion.  I just as
quickly began to quiver.  I had been about to come for so long that I
couldn't hold back much longer.  When I looked down at Chaz, he was looking
back at me.  I could see his cheek bulging with my rod as he slightly
cocked his head and winked at me.  That did it.

"You'd better get back, man, `cause I'm gonna blow!"

With my dick still in his mouth, he slowly moved his head from side to
side, still smiling with those incredible pale blue eyes.  I shuddered
again, muttered something, I don't remember what, and exploded.  It had
been a couple of days, so when I came, I shot quite a load.  Not quarts,
like they say in those stories on Nifty, but more than usual.  Chaz was
doing his best to swallow it, but he couldn't keep up, so there was cum
running down his chin.  When my erection deflated, he gave it one last suck
and then let it fall from his mouth.  Then he took his finger, wiped the
cum off his chin, and licked that.

"Tiger cum.  Very tasty," he said, beaming at me.

"Come here and kiss me, you big brute," I said, laughing.

He promptly obliged, pulling himself up so he was on his hands and knees
above me.  I could taste my cum in his kiss, which lasted a long time.

When he came up for air, I said, "OK, buddy, now you've got to claim me!"

"You're sure, Tiger?  Aren't you afraid it'll hurt?"

"It probably will, but I want you inside me."

Chaz gathered up the pillows and put them under my butt.  Then he reached
for the lube, put a gob on my pucker, greased up his tool, and began
smearing it on his fingers.  He seemed pretty sure of himself.  I couldn't
help wondering how much experience he'd had with that David guy.  Anyway,
he had learned his lessons well, for he soon had three fingers inside me,
working them around, occasionally massaging my nut.  Even though I had just
come, I was writhing and moaning, and my cock was beginning to get hard
again.

He climbed up so he could aim his cock at my hole.  My butt was in the air,
and I swear my hole must have been open and pulsing.  He put my legs over
his shoulders and then put a hand on each of my hips and pulled us
together, so that the oozing tip of his big cock was just at my entrance.

"Now," he said, "you tell me how much, how fast, OK?"

I nodded.  "Just go slow, babe."

He pushed, gently.  At first nothing happened.  Then it slipped through the
first ring.

"Unnngghh!" I grunted.

He stopped.  "You OK?"

"Yeah, give me some more, slowly."

Actually, I was surprised that, though Chaz's dick was bigger around than
Raul's I didn't feel all that much difference at first.  Burned a little.
When he began pushing further, though, it did begin to hurt, and I must
have winced.  He looked at me again with concern on his face.  I let him
wait for a minute, and then nodded for him to continue.  Eventually, after
what seemed forever, I could feel his pubes on my ass.  And it felt as if
his dick was somewhere up around my sternum.  They say size doesn't matter,
that it's the "angle of the dangle."  Maybe so, but it was the greatest of
turn-ons for me to be so filled up with this sweet, gentle guy.  A new Chaz
was inside me, claiming me, making me feel --- complete at last.

And then it became intense.  Once he knew he was totally buried in me, he
began to move, slowly at first, just a little way in and a little way out,
still afraid, I suspect, of hurting me.

"Yessss," I hissed, and he took that as his cue to pick up the pace.  Soon
he was long-dicking me, and when it's Chaz's dick, that's a lot of meat
slipping in and out.  Nothing I had experienced, not with Tim, not with
Raul, could compare with that feeling of total union.  I was in heaven.  I
closed my eyes, saw fireworks behind my eyelids, and gave myself up to the
ride.

It was over too soon to suit me, but the poor guy had been waiting to come
for what seemed like hours.  Besides, I was pretty sure now there'll be
lots more times.

"Ohmygod, Tiger, this is SO fantastic.  I gonna come!  You're SO great!
Trey, I --, I -- "

He looked right at me, his ice-blue eyes wide, and exploded.  I could feel
his big tool expand, I could feel the hot jizz in my innards.  He must have
pumped a lot of stuff into me.  It took him a good bit longer than it ever
had Raul or Tim.

When he was finished, he put my legs down and leaned down to kiss me,
supporting himself with his forearms on either side of me.  Unlike the
first time we had done this, Chaz was calling all the shots.  I had the
feeling that ours was going to be a turnabout relationship, with us trading
being bottom and top.  Both ways would be fine with me.

He finally pulled his mouth away from mine.  Then he rested his forehead
against mine, so we were nose to nose, eye to eye.  "I love you, Tiger," he
said.

"I love you, too, big guy."

`And THAT,' I thought to myself, `is what it's all about.'


(Some of you have been asking me for months when Trey and Chaz were going
to recognize that they needed each other.  Happy now, guys?  BTW, If YOU
have read this far in this story and haven't written me, I'd love to hear
from you.  Please email me at timmead88@yahoo.com.  Chapter 18, "Full
Circle," will be posted in two weeks or less.  --T.M.)