Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 03:34:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Mead <timmead88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dr. Tim and the Boys ch.4

	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, everyone should practice
safe sex.

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

	I want to thank Evan, Patrick, Ash, and Tom W. for steadfast
encouragement and lots of helpful ideas as I worked on this story.
If it's any good, it's because of their help. It it's not, it's my
fault.  -Tim

timmead88@yahoo.com Chapter 4:  Miracle Cure

	The first thing I did when I woke up was to wiggle my butt
to see if it was still sore.  It wasn't.

	I had slept soundly, and it was now 9:00.  I felt refreshed,
alive.  Since there were no physical effects from the night before,
I went to the kitchen in the boxers I had slept in, poured a glass
of oj, grabbed a bowl, a spoon, some milk and fixed myself some
Wheaties.  (Don't laugh.  At least it wasn't Froot Loops.)

	Last night had left me lots to think about, and I replayed
the whole scene in my mind as I munched.  What was my future going
to be as the on-call cocksucker plus whatever else of Chaz and Trey
and perhaps their friends?  Worse yet, what had I discovered about
myself?  I certainly didn't get into sucking Chaz's cock, but I
hadn't been revolted either.  And there was no denying that Trey had
turned me on.  My dick had been rock hard, and I had been
unconsciously helping him as he  . . .  ?  Well, I guess he took my
cherry.  Furthermore, Chaz claimed I was now their "pussyboy" and
would come to like it.

	With all this on my mind, I shaved and showered, even though
I had showered just before going to bed the night before.  I cringed
as I looked in the mirror and saw my white, skinny, hairless body
with COCKSUCKER written across my chest.  I remembered that Chaz had
written something across my butt, too.  So I turned my back to the
mirror, looking over my shoulder.  Even backwards as it was in the
mirror I had no trouble seeing that he had written FUCK HERE, with
an arrow pointing down toward my crack.  Good old Chaz!  With no
pubes and the indelible markings, it would be some time before I
could use the gym again.

	I had just dried myself off and was combing my hair when the
doorbell rang. Nobody ever comes to my door, especially at 9:30 on a
Sunday morning.  I figured it had to be "masters" of the night
before.

	I ran to the bedroom, grabbed and put on a pair of clean
cargo shorts (no time for a shirt), forgetting about my bare chest
and the message written there, at least until I opened the door.

	When I opened it, there stood Cedric, obviously extremely
agitated.  His eyes dropped to my chest.  He stared at the word
emblazoned there and winced.

	I wasn't sure how to react to Cedric.  I had no way of
knowing whether he was aware of what his friends had put me through
the last three nights.  He could, perhaps, have instigated the whole
thing.  On the other hand, he HAD been out of town, so he might know
nothing of what had happened.  Until I knew, the only decent thing
to do was give him the benefit of the doubt.

	We both started to speak at once.  He stopped and gestured
	for me to go ahead.

	"Cedric, come in.  How's your sister?"  I pointed him toward
a chair in the living room and sat on the sofa facing it.

	Since he was the proximate cause of my recent troubles, I
looked at him with considerable interest.  He was wearing a
windbreaker, a white collarless t-shirt, jeans, and, of course,
sneakers.  About the same height as Trey (5' 10") and with a similar
build, Cedric has skin that is a sort of golden coffee color.  He
wears his hair short like his friends'.  Extremely good looking, he
normally had flashing eyes and a smile that drew people to him
instantly.  This morning, however, his eyes were red, as if he had
been crying - or drinking.  Neither seemed likely.

	He appeared to be tongue-tied.

	"What is it, Cedric, is it your sister?"

	"No, sir," he said, brightening a little, "Keesha's going to
be fine.  She'll be home from the hospital on Wednesday.  Mom and
Dad told me to come back to campus and try to get caught up."

	"I'm relieved to know she will be ok.  I've been worried
	about her -- and you."

	"Thanks, Dr. Mead.  But please, there's something I've got
to say to you.  Just let me get it all out, ok?"

	"Cedric, relax.  Take a deep breath.  Whatever it is, of
	course I'll listen."

	"I got back to campus late last night.  Mark, my roommate,
was there.  And, Dr. Mead, he told me what they had done to you."

Last night's rock returned to the pit of my stomach.  Now Cedric
knew what had happened.  How many more were going to find out?

"Man, you gotta believe me, I didn't know a thing about any of
that!"

	I did believe him.  As Gwen had noted, Cedric was, a bright,
decent guy.  And I was relieved to hear that he had not been
involved in his friends' vendetta.

	He looked at me.  I gave him what I hoped was an encouraging
	look.

	"I was SO pissed!  You haven't done anything wrong to me.  I
did everything but drop out of your class a couple of weeks before
Keesha's accident.  I quit coming to class, I didn't turn in those
papers, I ignored you when you asked me to come in and talk about my
work - or lack of it, to be honest.  I deserved the F, and I know
it."

	Here was the man that Gwen knew, the man I thought I knew
from the early weeks of the semester.  I started to say something.

	"No, sir, please.  Let me finish."

	"Go ahead."

	"What my friends did to you was unforgivable, and I can't
undo that."    Reaching in a pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a
cd.  "But here is the disk with ALL of the pictures Mark took of
you, every one.  And there are no copies.  I know it must have been
really shitty for you.  But it's over.  I'll see they don't bother
you again." He handed me the cd.

	I held it in my trembling hands.  It's hard to explain my
reaction.  I suppose I hadn't realized just how knotted up I had
been inside over this whole thing.  Anyway, tears began to stream
down my cheeks, and I think I may have sobbed.

	And then, the most remarkable thing happened!  In an
instant, Cedric was on the sofa beside me.  He put his arms around
me and pulled me close to him.  I could smell his aftershave.
Eternity again.

	Kissing me on the forehead, he said, "Don't cry, little man.
Everything's going to be ok.  Ced's going to make everything all
right."  Then he very gently kissed the tip of my nose and each of
my eyelids.

	"Cedric, what are you . . . ?"

	"Please, just hush."

	I'm still having trouble explaining this, but I had never in
my life felt so safe, so warm and comfortable and happy as I did at
that moment in Cedric's arms.  His kisses were touchingly tender.  I
hadn't been kissed that way since I was a little kid.  Then I
spoiled the moment by coughing or hiccupping, I don't know which.
Cedric smiled, picked me up effortlessly, and carried me into the
bedroom (in my little apartment it wasn't hard to find).

	I think I was understandably skittish after what I had been
through recently.  His actions were gentle.  He seemed caring.  But
what was he really up to?  I couldn't fight him off if he was going
to rape me, but, one on one, he was sure as hell going to get some
resistance if he tried it.  My instincts told me, however, that he
had something very different in mind.  "Cedric, what . . . ?"

	"Ssshhh.  It's ok.  Be calm.  This is going to be all about
	you, baby."

	He held me up with one arm while he pulled the covers off my
still unmade bed. Then he very gently laid me down.

	"Don't talk babe," he said, with a smile that did things to
both my heart and to my cock.  He IS incredibly good-looking.  And,
though it seemed impossible to me at the time, all I could read in
his smile was . . . love?

	I took a very deep breath and started to say something.  I
wasn't at all apprehensive.  I think at the moment I wanted to tell
him that I wasn't angry with him, that I knew now I didn't have to
blame him for what his friends had done to me.

	But I didn't get the chance.  He put his hand under my chin
so that the thumb was on one cheek and his fingers on the other,
squeezing my lips into a bit of a pucker. Then he gave me the most
passionate kiss I've ever had!  I've dated my share of women in
college, and Amy and I have had some pretty hot sessions, but this
kiss -- from this man who suddenly, inexplicably looked gorgeous to
me -- was the most breathtaking, heart-stopping kiss of my lifetime.

	When our tongues finally disentangled and he withdrew, he
unsnapped the button on my shorts and began to pull them down, along
with my boxers.  Face it, I eagerly lifted my butt to make it
easier.  I didn't know and didn't care what sea change had taken
place here, but I was his.  Whatever he wanted me to be, I would be.

	He took off his windbreaker and threw it aside, pulled off
his t-shirt, and dropped his jeans.  He sat on the edge of the bed
and took off his shoes and socks.  I started to say something, but
he put his hand over my mouth.

	"Not now, honey.  No talking.  Just let me love you."

	At that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to love
me.  Where was this coming from?  I didn't know and didn't care.

	I watched as his back muscles flexed when he bent to take
off his socks and then straightened up.  My cock was rigid, leaking.

	He climbed on the bed, straddling me on his hands and knees.
I wanted to see his cock, but he had left his briefs on.  The
contrast between the white briefs and his beautiful brown skin was
tantalizing.  I wondered if he knew.

	He bent to kiss me again.  As our tongues danced, he began
to suck the air out of me.  I almost passed out before I remembered
I could breathe through my nose.  I thought I had achieved nirvana.
Nothing in my life could compare with this moment. Being kissed like
that by this hunk who made me feel so safe, so special, so alive,
was what I had always needed but never realized.

	While I was still reeling from oxygen deprivation, he began
to kiss the left side of my neck.  He lingered on that super-
sensitive spot where the neck joins the shoulder so long I didn't
know whether to giggle or scream.

	Then he gave me a wicked smile, put his nose back on my
shoulder, and dragged its tip ever so slowly down to my left nip.
Around the aureole slowly, still with the tip of his nose.  I began
to giggle.

	"Oh, my God, Cedric.  You're driving me crazy, man!"

	"You like that, do you, little man?"  He looked down at my
oozing cock, which answered the question, and smiled again.

	"Feeling better, babe?" he asked.

	"Better, maybe, than I've ever felt.  You aren't stopping,
	are you?"

	"No way.  We've got a long way to go yet."

	He resumed his ministrations to my nipple.  Around and
around and around with his nose.  Then he began to lick it with
long, slurping licks, and I think I must have shrieked.

	"Does that tickle, babe?" he asked.

	"Well, sort of, but please don't quit," I gasped.

	I've rubbed my own nipples and never gotten much of a charge
from it.  But what Cedric was doing was driving me wild.  When he
began to suck on that nip, I wiggled and squirmed and was ready to
plead with him to get on with it, whatever IT was.

	But then he drew away, and I was afraid he was going to
quit.  Instead, he repeated the whole procedure on my right nip as I
writhed and Junior leaked.

	From my nipples, he moved to my navel, again using his nose
to miraculous effect.  He was going in the right direction, and
Junior certainly seemed to expect some attention soon.

	Junior had to wait.  Cedric got off the bed, much to my
consternation.  When he stood, his white briefs were tented about as
far out as the fabric would tolerate, and there was a large wet
patch where the head of his dick was.  Even in my euphoria, my brain
registered the fact that this wasn't just something he was doing as
an act of contrition or duty.  And my bliss, for that's what it was,
was heightened by the realization that this beautiful man was
enjoying what he was doing for me.

	Cedric went to the foot of the bed, grabbed my right foot,
and kissed the top of it.  (I was glad I had showered just before he
arrived.)

	"Cedric, you -- " I began.

	"Don' make me hush you up, there boy," he said, grinning at
	me.

	He kissed his way up the inside of my ankle and calf.  When
he got to my knee, he licked all around the kneecap.  Then, as I
gasped and Junior oozed, he licked his way very slowly up the inside
of my thigh.  Just before he got to my balls, he backed off.

	I was beginning to be frantic by this point.  I hadn't come
since Friday night during the carrot episode, and I couldn't even
remember that.

	He grabbed my left foot and began the same procedure.

	"Cedric, you are driving me CRAZY!"

	"Patience, baby.  Ced's gonna take care of you.  Just take
	it like it comes."

	"Cum is the word, man.  Please!"

	At the time it didn't even occur to me that I was begging a
man to suck me off, that I was pleading with him for release.  He
had me hotter than I had ever been.  Ever. I wanted his mouth on my
cock.  At that moment, I'd have said that I never wanted anyone
else's mouth on my cock.  I was his.

	After he worked his way back up to my crotch, he put his
hand under my butt and lifted.

	"Tim," he said, "I'm gonna lick your taint."

	"My whaaaat?"

	"Your taint.  Taint your ass, and taint your balls.  It's
the part in between," he said with an evil smile.  And he began
licking.  I had no idea that area was so sensitive, and I reacted
accordingly.  When he had my "taint" thoroughly wet with his saliva,
he moved on to my balls.  He tried first to take them both in his
mouth, but that didn't work too well, so he did them one at a time,
as I had had to do the previous night with Chaz.  Now I knew why
Chaz liked it so much.  We've all jacked off, but until you've had
your balls sucked, you don't know what a high that is!

	While he was doing that, Cedric put his hand around Junior
and began spreading the pre-cum around.  Finally!  He began to move
his fist slowly up and down the shaft. At that point, I don't know
what I said or did.  I was SO ready.  Junior was streaming. And once
again, Cedric stopped what he was doing.

	I whimpered something unintelligible.  Then he took Junior
in his mouth.  No playing around.  He took it all the way (which,
after all wouldn't have been that difficult, given Junior's size.)
It was breathtaking.  I was in heaven.  And then what happened?  I
came.  Two days' worth.  It seemed like the best orgasm I'd ever
had, and my lover swallowed every bit, or so I thought.  After all
that foreplay, I wish I could have lasted longer, to enjoy the
sensation of Cedric working his magic with my cock.

	But the explosion was shattering.  I think I came close to
passing out.  I forgot about Cedric for the moment, closed my eyes,
and oh so slowly came down from my high.  Then I felt his lips
depositing something on my upper lip.  Opening my eyes, I saw him
grinning down at me.

	"Got milk?" he asked.  I realized what he meant and broke
out laughing.  Then he licked my cum off my lip and fed it to me in
a kiss.  Trying to kiss, swallow cum, and laugh almost strangled me,
but I managed.

	Then my lover lay down beside me, grabbed me in his arms,
and said, "Thank you, little man.  You don't know how long I've
wanted to do that."

	"You're thanking me?  Look, Big Guy, you've just opened up a
beautiful new world to me.  Nothing in my life has ever been
anywhere near that good.  Thank YOU!"

	"You know, that's the first time you've called me anything
	but Cedric?"

	"What should I call you?"

	"Anything you want, but Ced would be nice.  That's what my
friends and my folks call me."

	"You got it, Ced, lover!"

	He chuckled.

	"What's funny?"

	"The Iceman hath truly come," he answered.

	"You know about that?"

	"Yeah.  Everyone in the class has heard Trey call you that."

	I laughed, and we snuggled together for a while until I
heard his stomach rumbling.  Looking at the bedside clock I found it
was 12:30.  We'd been at it for nearly three hours.  Maybe I had
gone to sleep.  I don't know.

	"Hey, babe.  You must be hungry," I said.

	"Yeah, I didn't have any breakfast."

	"Well, come on!  Let's go fix that."

	I put my boxers back on and pulled him toward the kitchen.
He was wearing only his briefs.  The wet spot had grown
considerably.

	I fixed tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.  I showed
him where the dishes and silverware were, and he set the table.  I
poured us tall glasses of milk. We both ate hungrily.  It was the
first time I had been hungry since Thursday evening.

	At one point I looked at him and laughed.  I had never seen
a person of his race with a milk mustache before.

	"Whassup?" he asked.

	"Got milk?"

	He smiled that breathtaking smile of his, wiped his upper
lip, and we both broke into gales of laughter.

	When we finished, I quickly washed our dishes and left them
to dry in the dish rack.

	Drying my hands, I turned to him and asked, "What now?"

	"I hope we're going back to bed, 'cause we ain't through,
but first I've got to tell you something."

	"Shoot."    He snickered, and I realized what I'd said.
"Well, I know you need to do that, too.  But what did you want to
say?"

	"Let's go sit down," he said, putting his arm around my
shoulders and walking me back to the living room sofa.

"Do you have any idea why I quit coming to class, wouldn't come in
to see you when you asked me to?"

"No, Ced, and I've really wondered.  Was it anything I did?" I
asked.

"Nothing you could help doing . . . ."

"Tell me!"

He stared intently at me.  He seemed afraid, and I couldn't imagine
what he was about to tell me.

"When I saw you in class on the first day of the semester, I got the
hots for you so bad!  And by the end of the first week, man, I was
in love."

"No," I gasped.  "With me?"

"Believe it!"  He paused, still looking me in the eye.  "You just
don't have a clue, do you?  You just don't know how sexy you are!
It got so bad, I'd spring wood just thinking about you.  I was hard
and leaking in class so much one day it soaked through a pair of
khakis."  He smiled, flashing his eyes and teeth, and I just wanted
to grab him. But I didn't.

"It was SO embarrassing.  I quit coming to class.  I was so afraid
I'd say or do something to let you know how I felt.  I had such a
thing about you that I couldn't concentrate on the assignments.  And
I was afraid I'd slip and do something to embarrass you."

I was trying to process all of this.  I doubt that Amy feels that
strongly about me. I'm not the type to cause that sort of physical
attraction.  I had never believed in love at first sight, either --
until Ced quite literally swept me off my feet.

	Tears began to gather in my eyes.  "Lover," I said, "I don't
know what to say.  I've always thought I was straight, but you've
just given me a kind of love I've never experienced before.  And I
want to show you how grateful I am if you'll be patient with me."

	"Don't shit me about that, man.  Do you really mean it?" he
asked, his voice husky.

	"You better believe it."  Then, "Ced, how long have you
	known you were gay?"

	"Just about all my life.  I had a hot affair my last two
years in high school with my best buddy, Francis.  We kept it quiet
from everyone except our parents.  He had told his parents he was
gay when he was fourteen.  I didn't tell mine until after Francis
and I became lovers, but they were all surprisingly cool with it."

	"Let's see.  Mark's your roommate.  Does he know?"

	"Yeah.  Francis went to Oberlin when I came here to the
university.  He found somebody else right away.  Mark knows about
Francis and me.  He's straight, he says, but he and I are best buds.
He's cool with me being gay.  Trey knows, too.  I don't think Chaz
does, but I'm not sure.  Anyway, we're all tight, and that's why, I
guess, they wanted to do something when they thought you had been
hard-assed with me.  I love 'em for being so loyal, but I could kick
their butts for what they did to you."

	I was about to say something about that when Ced stood up,
picked me up, and started toward the bedroom.  He had one arm under
my shoulders, and the other one somehow up the leg of my boxers and
cupped under my butt.

	"We can straighten those guys out later.  They'll keep.
	Now, back to bed!"

	I laughed and said I had no problem with that.  He set me
down on the edge of the bed as if he thought I would break.  Then,
he pushed off his briefs, and I saw him fully naked for the first
time.  He was magnificent, standing there, golden brown, with his
darker, cut cock standing at attention.  It was longer than Trey's
but not as fat.

	"Ced, you made me practically delirious this morning.  I
have no - well, almost no - experience at this, but now I want to
return the favor."

	"Eventually if you want to, babe, but not right now," he
said, and he bent down to tug on my boxers.   I stood so he could
remove them.

	"I told you, today is all about you!"

	Smiling broadly, he lay back on the bed, pulling me on top
of him.  I felt his ramrod cock under me.  Soon we were wiggling and
kissing, laughing, grinding hard dicks against each other's belly.
As our cocks leaked, the lube made them slide easily. From somewhere
in the useless knowledge department of my brain popped up the fact
that what we were doing was called "frottage."  It sure felt better
than it sounded.

	"Babe, that place where your pubes should be sure is slick
and nice right now!" he growled.

	I was getting close to coming, and I had already come once
that day.  I knew he must be ready to gush as well.

	"Ced, let's hold up for a minute.  I want you to have some
sort of release. What can I do?"

	He pushed me up so he could look me in the eyes.  "I tol'
you, boy, I'm running this show.  Since you didn't call the police
when I grabbed you this morning," he said, grinning broadly and
flashing those beautiful teeth, "I'm still in charge."  Then, more
seriously, "just go along with me for a while longer.  Please, Tim?"

	I  bent down and kissed him on the tip of his nose.
	"Whatever you want, lover."

	He lifted me off of him and put me down beside him.  I
marveled at his strength. He rolled over, opened the drawer of my
bedside table, and took out and the lube.

	"How did you know that would be there? " I asked.

	"Simple deduction, professor.  Where else would it be?" he
	chuckled.

	"So you ARE going to get some relief?"

	Laughing, he said, "It's not what you think.  YOU are the
	man of the hour."

"You want me to . . . ?"

	"Yeah.  I lied when I said this was all for your pleasure.
Tim, sweetheart, I want you to fuck me.  I've wanted that for weeks.
Please, baby, do it!"

	"Didn't I just say I'd do anything you want?  But are you
sure that's what you want?  Wouldn't you rather have me suck you off
- or do me?"  Then I realized:  as touched as I was by his plea,
something deep inside me remembered Trey's tool in my ass last night
and wanted Cedric to fuck me.  Right now, however, I had promised to
do whatever he wanted, and Junior was obviously eager.

	"Tim, where are you?  Come back," my lover begged.  "Little
man, you've had my hole twitching for weeks.  Don't make me wait any
longer!"  With that, he rolled over onto his stomach and presented
his butt.

	Trying to remember carefully what Trey had done to me the
previous evening, I lubed up my middle finger.  Looking at those
beautiful brown melons, I was surprised to discover that I had this
urge just to start licking them.  Gross as it would have seemed to
me a day ago, I wanted to slurp and lick his globes, his crack.
Even his anus.  How far I had come in such a short time.  I knew at
some point I would have to step back from all this and try to figure
out what had in fact happened to me.  But I wanted nothing more
right now than to make this man happy.

	I spread a gob of lube around his opening, which I learned
later to call his "rosebud," though I've never seen a rose that
brownish pink color.  Then, remembering not only Trey last night,
but my efforts to please Amy, I slowly inserted the finger and began
to move it around.

That must have been the right thing to do, for Cedric cooed, "Oooh,
yes, baby. Just do that for a while.  I haven't had anything up
there but my own finger for three years, so go slow.  Use another
finger when it's loose enough."

I figured that Francis's dick was no doubt much larger than mine, so
Ced probably wouldn't have any trouble accommodating Junior, but I
did just as asked.  I had no trouble finding his nut, and when I did
he began to squirm and grunt.

"Like that, do you stud?"

"Daddy, that is SO good.  Do that a little more, please, and I'll be
ready!"

'Daddy?  Because I was about to be the top?  I've gone from "Babe"
and "Timmy" to being "Daddy'?  Does this have to do with my being
six years older than he is?  Shut up, Tim.  Don't be so cerebral.
Just get on with it!  Make your man happy if you can.'

I worked my fingers around for a while to his obvious enjoyment.
His hole was relaxing, though he seemed to be able to grip my
fingers and then let them go.  I was wondering about adding a third
finger, when he said, "I'm ready, Tim.  Take me, babe!"

"Ced," I asked, "could we do it with you on your back?  There's
something demeaning about doggie style. Besides, I want to see your
face while we do this."

"We can do it any way you want, just do it, dammit!"  He rolled over
on his back and pulled his knees up against his chest.

Junior was standing straight up, parallel with my belly, wet with
pre-cum. I smeared some lube over it, just to be sure.  Ced watched
intently.

"That thing may not be big, but it sure is pretty," he said.  "So
come on!"

I climbed on the bed, put Junior's head against Ced's opening, and
leaned between his raised legs to kiss him.  It was a passionate
rather than a tender kiss, and while we were doing it, Ced grabbed
me by the ass and pulled, forcing Junior all the way in.

"AAhhh!" he said.

"Ohmygod!" I said.

Nothing had prepared me for this moment.  The slight stubble around
his mouth, just what had grown out since his morning shave, made his
kiss different, exotic, erotic.  And the feeling of being inside him
was unlike being in a woman.  It was hotter, tighter.  It felt like
he was gripping the whole length of my dick.  Squeezing me. Loving
me.  I pulled back slowly, and I could feel his anal ring tighten
up, as if he didn't want me to leave. I remembered having that
feeling and doing the same thing when Trey was in me the night
before.  I pulled back as far as I could without removing the head
from his hole.  Ced opened his eyes and looked at me.

Again, very slowly, I began to slide back in.  I could feel him
relax.  He closed his eyes again and sighed.  I remembered something
that Amy used to like, and began to rotate my hips in a circle,
slowly.

"Sheesh, Timmy, what are you doing?  That's fantastic, man.  Francis
never did that!"

"And he better never, lover.  You're mine, now!"

Ced opened his eyes again, and there were tears in them.  He reached
up and pulled me into a kiss, not passionate but very tender this
time, barely brushing his lips against mine, with just a little
tongue.

I drew back a little and asked, "You OK, babe?"

"Better than I've ever been, stud.  Don' talk, jus' DO it!"

So we did it.  Since I had come that morning, I was able to go for a
long time, alternating between fast and slow strokes, gyrating my
hips occasionally, always with Ced's enthusiastic approval.

After a while, he opened those beautiful eyes again, but they were't
seeing me. They were glazed over, and I couldn't tell what he was
seeing.

He began almost a chant, "Timmy, Timmy, take me, fuck me, do me,
yes, yes, oh yes, oh God!"

I was getting pretty close to coming.  I straightened up a little so
I could take his black obelisk in my hand.  I had given it only a
couple of pumps when Ced uttered some sort of unintelligible shout.
I could feel the orgasm coming as I held his cock.  He sprayed cum
all over.  The first salvo hit the headboard, the next couple landed
on his face, and then there was a lovely trail of snow white drops
down his chest to his belly, accentuated against his dark skin.  I
don't think I had ever seen anything so beautiful.

That was all it took for me, and I had my own orgasm.  I didn't come
as much as I had that morning, but it was equally intense, even more
satisfying, because I knew that I had given Ced  his happiness, the
claiming we both so obviously wanted.

I stayed there for a moment while Junor deflated, just taking in the
beauty of this man.  He had his eyes shut and was still apparently
somewhere far away.  Junior came out with a plop.

That caused Ced to open his eyes.  He looked almost frightened for a
moment. I leaned forward and began to lick up all the cum on his
body.  It was thicker than mine. Honest to God, it reminded me of
the sauce my mother makes to put tuna or hard- boiled eggs in.  I
must have smiled.

"What's so damned funny, lover," Ced asked, smiling himself.

"Tell you later," I said as I went back to licking.

When I had gotten it all, I left a little in my mouth and kissed
him.  It was a long, tender, exploratory kiss, during which we
transferred the cum from my mouth to his.

 As we came up for air, Ced smiled again and said "Hi, cum breath."

 "Hi, cum breath," I replied.

            Then I simply lay down on top of him, my head on his
chest.  He put his arms around me and held me tightly to him.  I
don't know how long we were that way.  I do know how happy I was.  I
know I keep saying I felt safe, but that's just what it was.  I felt
loved, needed, content to stay right there in bed in his arms
forever, yet eager to get on with life because now Ced was in it.

I was brought out of my emotional cocoon when I realized that Ced
was kissing the top of my head.

"One of the things I love about you is that pretty hair," he said.

	"I've always hated it."

	"No, babe.  It's beautiful.  And it's part of who you are
	and why you are so hot."

	"Now, sweetheart," he continued, "I've got to go."

	I hadn't thought about his leaving.  I wanted this to last
forever.  But he was right.

	"I have been out of school for a week.  I've got lots of
catching up to do.  I've got to see what I've missed from my other
classes.  And there's this hard-nosed English prof that I owe two
papers to."

	"Well," I said as I nuzzled his chest, "I think you may find
that he's softened a bit. See him when you can, and you can work out
something, I'll bet."

	"Tim, there's something I have to ask you."

	"At this point, studly, you could ask me anything."

	"Now that you have the cd with those pix, what are you going
to do about the guys?  Trey and Chaz don't know that you have it."

	I had to think about that for a minute.  "Well, I don't want
the world at large to know what happened any more than they do."  I
thought about it a minute longer.

	I smiled.  "I do think, however, that they need to have some
sort of retribution, even your roomie.  But something 'in kind,' you
know, where the punishment fits the crime."

	Ced thought about that for a minute and his face lighted up.
"I think that's so cool.  Yeah, let's work out some kind of payback.
Nothing too nasty, just maybe really embarrassing.  You won't lower
Trey's grade in our class will you?""

	I thought about Trey and his developing concern for me the
previous evening, and the revelation that I enjoyed his fucking me.
"Trey needs to get his comeuppance, as do the others, in ways that
are appropriate to what he's done.  I'll need you to help me work on
that.  Don't tell them, and don't let Mark tell them that I've got
the cd."

	There was a gleam in his eye as he said, "I'll give the
revenge some thought. And we won't tell the other two what's
happened.   Now, babe, I've got to go."

	"Don't you think you had better shower first?"

	"Oh, yeah, I guess I should.  But only if you'll shower with
	me."

	"That may be dangerous," I said, grinning, "but let's do
	it."

	Here was another completely new experience.  I have been in
gang showers in gyms, but there, of course, the thing to do is
ignore everyone else and pretend you're alone.  Anything else might
suggest that you were gay.  (God, I AM gay!  I have so much to sort
out.)

	But this was extremely tender.  We washed each other,
stealing kisses, rubbing gently, wiping, feeling.  Of course, we
both got hard again.

	"Sweetheart," Cedric said, "we have the rest of our lives to
make love.  But I've got to go, and I'll bet you have to get ready
for tomorrow's classes."

	Damn!  He was right.  This beautiful, sexy, brilliant man
was thinking about MY responsibilities.

	So, we rinsed off and then dried each other, tenderly.

	He put on his clothes and kissed me.

	"I'll see you tomorrow in class.  And I'll make an
appointment to see you about making up the work I owe you."

	"Don't worry about an appointment, Ced.  Just come back to
	me."

	"Never fear, little guy.  I have needed you for six weeks,
and I never thought anything like today would happen.  I'm not gonna
let you get away from me."

	 Putting his arms around me, he grabbed my butt with both
hands and gave me a kiss to remember.

	"'Bye, ya hot little fuck!"

	And he was gone.

	I flopped down on the sofa and wept.  Why?  I was full of
emotion.  In about twenty-four hours, I had discovered that I loved
and needed mansex, had been found by and fallen totally in love with
another man, and felt lonely the minute he walked out the door.  I
had so much to sort out.  But I also had a severe case of spring
fever.

	I confess I'm a creature of habit.  But that evening I
forgot all about supper. Instead, I went into the second bedroom of
my apartment, which I had converted into a computer room/study, and
worked for several hours getting ready for Monday's classes.

	When I had finished, I went to the kitchen, where I poured
myself some milk.  I took the glass and a package of Oreos into the
living room.  I put Mahler's First Symphony on the stereo.  I didn't
want to disturb the neighbors, so I put on my earphones.  I munched
the cookies, drank the milk, and became absorbed in the music.
Sometimes I had thought the symphony overblown, but on this evening,
it fit my mood precisely.

	After the monumental, orgasmic finale, I turned off the
stereo and put the earphones back in the cabinet.  Then I took the
glass back to the kitchen, rinsed it out, and left it in the dish
drainer.

	I brushed my teeth, pissed, threw my shorts in the clothes
hamper in my bedroom closet, and crawled into bed. What a ride I'd
had since Thursday evening! What I revelation I'd had about myself.
I didn't know exactly how I was going to deal with the discovery
that I was -face it - gay.  Come out?  Not?

	But I had Cedric in my life, and that thought made me dizzy.
Somehow, whatever difficulties lay ahead, he and I would manage.  I
was so excited about all of this that I had to beat off to relax
enough to get to sleep.

	The last thing I remember is wondering not such much WHAT to
tell Amy as HOW to tell her.

(to be continued)