Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2002 07:39:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Mead <timmead88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dr. Tim and the Boys ch. 5

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
lots of helpful ideas and for steadfast encouragement
as I work on this story.  If it's any good, it's
because of their help. If it's not, it's my fault.
The narrative entitled "Icy's Revenge" in this chapter
was written by my friend, editor, and collaborator,
Tom W.  Thanks, Tom, for bringing Trey to life for us.
-Tim

timmead88@Yahoo.com
Chapter 5:  What the Doctor Ordered

After spending a landmark Sunday with Tim, Cedric
returned to his apartment, where he found his roommate
sprawled on the sofa, reading.

Mark took off the black, wire-rimmed glasses with the
tiny lenses that he wore only at home and said, "I was
beginning to think Mead had done away with you.  You
OK?"

"Better than OK.  It was awesome!" Cedric said, his
face wreathed in a smile.

"So give."

"Markie, I'm in love!"

"Ced, you've been in love with the little guy all
semester. Now, are you going to tell me what happened?
Obviously whatever it was, it was good."

"OK, from the beginning, but I'll spare you some of
the sexy details."

"I hope so."

"He told me later that when I knocked on his door, he
had just gotten out of the shower and pulled on some
shorts."

"So there he was, in all his scrawny, pale, glory."

Trying to look menacing, Cedric asked, "Are you gonna
let me tell this my way, or do I have to straighten
you out, man?"

"OK, OK.  I give," Mark said, laughing.

"Well, when he opened the door, the first thing I saw
was `Cocksucker' written in black marker across his
chest.  I almost lost it right then."

"You were going to laugh at him?"

"No, moron.  I felt like crying.  How could Chaz and
Trey do something like that to Tim?"

"Seems nasty to me, but they thought they were getting
back at him for your midterm F."

"Dammit, they might have checked with me first!"

"Agreed."

"Well, Mark, you have to take some of the blame, too.
You were there in his office and again the next night
with Chaz and Trey when they did all those shitty
things to him."

"Yeah, I know."  Mark paused, looking thoughtful. And,
man, you know how sorry I am I got involved in that at
all."

"Hey, babe, at least you blew the whistle before
things got worse."

"So, go on with your story."

"Tim looked like he didn't know whether to invite me
in or slam the door in my face.  But he did let me in.
He asked me about Keesha.  Think of it.  After all
Trey and Chaz put him through the night before, he
asked about my sister!"

Mark looked sympathetic but didn't offer any comment.

"Then I told him I didn't know about any of the things
you guys did to him while I was away.  I told him you
gave me the disk with the pix on it and that there
weren't any copies.  I told him that I had fixed it so
that you guys [Mark grimaced at that] wouldn't bother
him any more."

"I suppose at that point he could have thrown you out.
Obviously he didn't."

"Mark, it was the most amazing thing.  When I gave him
the cd, tears began streaming down his face."

"Poor guy.  We really were nasty to him, I guess."

"You guess?  Markie, you know I love you.  But I am so
pissed with you guys.  At least you had the decency to
back out of the things on Saturday night and give me
the disk. If you hadn't, bro, I think you and I would
have had some serious issues."

"Ced, I'll do anything I can to make it up to you and
Dr. Mead.  Now, though, I'd like to know what else
happened. You've been gone all day, man."

Cedric smiled.  "To make a long story short, I picked
him up, took him to his bedroom, and spent the morning
making him feel good."

"He went along with that?"

"Markie, what you don't understand, honey, is that Ced
can really make a man feel good! Timmy got a morning
of bliss, culminating in the blow job of his life!"

"OK, Ced, I think now you're telling me more than I
wanted to know.  Then what happened?"

"We had lunch, talked for a while, and went back to
bed."

"I'm afraid to ask what went on then."

"Come on, you're dying to know, so I'll tell you.  He
fucked me, and then we both slept for a while."

"You let him fuck you?"

"Well, duh!  I've wanted that since I first saw him at
the beginning of the term.  I don't think it would
ever have occurred to him until I handed him the lube
and told him to use it."

"Sheesh," Mark said, "when you want something, you ARE
determined!"

"I knew it was the only chance I'd ever have, so I
took it."

"So you and, uh, Tim are cool?"

"He is so great.  And so cute.  I think we're lovers."

"That was fast."

"Yeah.  But sweet."

"Ced, I need to talk a little more about all this,
OK?"

"Sure, bro, but I'm starved.  Have you eaten?"

"No.  Wanta order some Chinese?"

"Have we got anything here?  I need something now."

They settled on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and
milk, followed by chocolate ice cream.  Afterward they
went back to the living room and got comfortable, Mark
on the sofa again, Cedric in one of the overstuffed
chairs.

"Ced, I told you last night about deciding to back out
of what we originally planned for Mead?"

"Yeah?"

I was more and more uneasy on Friday evening when we
got the little guy blitzed and then made him do all
those humiliating things.  See, he was so high, he
didn't know what was up.  Half the time he was
giggling, laughing like it was all a big joke.  And
there I was, taking pictures of everything.  When I
got back here and put them all on my pc, what we had
done really hit me.  I had some sort of flash, what do
you call it?"

"An `epiphany,' maybe?"

"Yeah, probably.  I wasn't raised to be vengeful.  I
was brought up in church.  When I was old enough to
choose which parent I wanted to live with, it was an
easy choice.  You know what a cool guy Pops is.  Every
Sunday, he and I went to church together."

Cedric didn't say anything, but he was clearly
listening intently.

"So, Friday night it hit me that what we were doing
was all wrong.  We did it out of loyalty to you, my
brother, but it was just too cruel. My heart went out
to the little guy. So I told Trey and Chaz that they
could count me out."

"Better late than never, bro," Cedric said.

"I am really happy that you and Dr. Mead are together.
You can help him get over this.  And, Ced, I know how
much you have wanted to get together with the little
professor.  But I still feel so guilty.  What can I
do?"

Cedric smiled.  "Markie, I think everything's going to
be cool.  Tim has some ideas about how to get back at
Trey and Chaz.  Nothing as mean as what they did to
him, just enough to give them a little taste of their
own medicine.  He wants to know if you will help us."

"Ced, I see something now.  Forcing anyone to have sex
when they don't want to is bad.  I'll help you and Tim
if it doesn't mean that our buddies are forced to do
things like that.  Two wrongs don't make a right."

"Mark, you don't usually talk in slogans, but I agree
with you.  And I don't think Tim has anything in mind
that you'll object to."

"OK, then I'd like to help," Mark said, smiling. "Old
Chaz, especially, needs to be taken down a peg.  He
really was the instigator of it all, you know."

"Doesn't surprise me," Cedric said.  "What IS his
problem?"

"He's got issues, for sure."

"OK, Mark.  Here's the deal.  First you gotta promise
not to tell the other guys that Tim has the cd with
the pix on it. Let them think you still have it."

"OK.  What else?"

"That's all for now.  I'll let you know the next step
after I've talked with Timmy about it."

"Timmy, is it?"

Cedric beamed again.  "Yes."

Then his face fell.

"What is it, Ced?"

"Oh, Mark, our buddies, those bastards, wrote `Fuck
Here' across his ass!"

"That sucks, man!  It'll be a while before he can use
the gym again, won't it?"

"Poor guy.  It sure will."

"Well," Mark said, "maybe some payback IS in order."


                   *          *          *

The next morning, Tim had just gotten back to his
office after his 9:00 MWF class.  He was sitting at
his desk, sorting through some papers, when Cedric
came in. Tim stood up, took off his glasses, and laid
them on the desk.  Cedric closed and locked the door.
Then Tim came around the desk to meet Cedric, who
reached down and cupped Tim's balls with his right
hand while with the left he pulled the back of Tim's
head forward into a kiss.  It lasted so long both men
were breathing heavily when they broke apart.

"MMMMMMM!" Cedric moaned.

"Yeah, I've missed you, too, sexy," Tim said, smiling
up at the taller man.

Cedric put both hands on Tim's ass and pulled him
against his own body.

Laughing, Tim said, "Hey, lover, last Thursday night
in this very place, I wound up with my shorts full of
cum.  If you're not careful, it's going to happen
again."

Wagging his eyebrows, Cedric replied, "Let's go for
it!"

"Behave yourself!  We have things to talk about."

Pretending to pout, Cedric sat in one of the chairs in
front of the desk and said, "OK, if you insist."

Instead of going behind his desk, Tim sat in a chair
beside Cedric.  "First of all, there are those two
essays you owe me.  I need something on one of the
plays we've read.  And how about a thousand-word
analysis of one of the contemporary poems in the
anthology?  I want it to be something from the last
thirty years, and something we haven't talked about in
class."

"I had gotten started on a discussion of the Fugard
play before I quit coming to class.  Will that do?"

"Great, Ced.  I'll be especially interested in your
take on `Master Harold.'"

"Harold's a spoiled little racist shit.  I'm more
interested in the `boys.'"

"Of course.  I didn't mean Harold.  I meant the play.
I hope, though, you will consider whether the
character Harold has any sort of epiphany. Is there
any atonement for him, any redemption?"

"I will NOW, professor.  And I can do any poem in the
text that's within the last thirty years?"

"Yep.  How soon do you think you can get that done?"

"Depends on how much time I spend in the sack with
you.  If necessary, I could have them by, say,
Thursday?"

"Look, babe, it's YOUR baseball eligibility I'm
worrying about.  Practice is about to begin, isn't
it?"

"I've already missed some practice.  The season starts
in another week.  I've got a lot of catching up to
do."

"And you know that unless you catch up with your
academic work, there won't be any baseball to catch up
with."

Ced smiled broadly at Tim and said, "Yassuh."

Hitting him none too gently on the shoulder, Tim said,
"You cut that out!"

"Yes, daddy.  Now, sir, please.  Can I ask a
question?"


"You gave me a mind-blowing suck job yesterday, you
practically MADE me fuck you, and you want permission
to ask a question?"

"Well, yeah.  That's kind of what it's about."

"OK."

"This, uh, `thing' between us isn't over, is it?"

"It better not be!"

"Then what about . . . living arrangements?  Are we
going to have to keep sneaking kisses and copping
feels here in your office?"

"I've thought a lot about that this morning.  In fact,
I had trouble keeping my mind on what I was supposed
to be doing in class.  Here's the way it seems to me."

He paused, but Cedric, looking at him expectantly, was
obviously waiting for more.

"First, how'd things go with Mark last night? Did you
two have a chance to talk?"

"Yeah, we got a lot of stuff cleared up.  Mark's
really sorry.  Said he really worried over the whole
thing.  I think he's ashamed of what he did.  And he's
very sensitive now about even the idea of forced sex.
AND, he's willing to help with some kind of payback
for Trey and Chaz."

"You realize, don't you, that eventually there will
have to be some sort of, let's say, atonement for
Mark, too?"

"I suppose so.  He WAS there on both Thursday and
Friday nights.  But maybe we could go easier on him
than on the other guys?"

"Agreed.  Now, as for you and me, lover.  My place is
pretty small.  I'd love to have you move in with me,
but you wouldn't have any space.  You'd have to share
my bed and -"

"I PLAN to share your bed, Timmy, so get used to it!"

Tim put his hand on Cedric's face, letting it rest
there for a moment, and said, "I don't think I'd be
able to do with out it.  But I was going to say that
there wouldn't be any place for you to put your
computer, no place to study."

"Oh, yeah, right."

"So you need to stay with Mark for a while. Then,
maybe at some point you and I can look for a bigger
place for the two of us."

"Awesome!"

"What would your parents think about that?"

"I'm pretty sure they'd be cool with it once I had
convinced them that you weren't some old lech that had
had his wicked way with me."

"Great.  Now, there's another reason for staying with
Mark, at least for the short term.  You'll be just
down the hall from Chaz and Trey.  And that will be
very handy."

"Right.  And it will give me time to get Mark used to
the idea that I'll be moving out."

"Do you think that will be a problem for him?"

"Probably not.  He won't have trouble finding someone
to share the place next year, and I don't think it
would even be a hardship for him to manage the rent
without me.  His dad's a lawyer, like mine, and they
both do OK."

"Meanwhile, studly, I want you to call me or come over
whenever you have some free time. There's something I
want you to do for me."

Tim stood up, took a step closer to where Ced was
sitting, leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss.  "I
want you to fuck me."

Cedric beamed at Tim and said, "Why not right here,
right now?"

Tim laughed and said, "Yeah, right."

"Seriously!"

"No, idiot.  Not here in my office."

Cedric stood, took his friend's hands, and pulled him
to his feet.  Then he picked Tim up under the armpits
and set him on his desk.

"Here, Cedric, what ARE you doing?"

"You just sit still, little man," Cedric replied.  He
pushed Tim back a little.  Tim had to put his hands
just behind his butt on the desk to prop himself up.
Cedric unbuckled, unfastened, and unzipped Tim's
khakis."Be open to new experiences, Dr. Mead," he
said, laughing. "Take what comes.  And right now,
professor, you're gonna cum.  In my mouth. So you just
keep quiet."

Tim laughed and said, "You idiot!  We can't do this
HERE!"

"We can and we are, so shaddup."  Cedric found the fly
of Tim's boxers, silk as usual, pulled Tim's already
hard cock out, and began licking the shaft.  Then he
licked a fairly good dollop of precum on the tip.

"Ohmygod," Tim said.  "What if someone comes to the
door?"

"Well, honey, if you'll just keep quiet, they won't
know whether anyone's here or not.  Now you just hush
and let me do this."  He went back to swirling his
tongue around the tip of Tim's cock.  Tim closed his
eyes and bit his lip to keep from moaning with
pleasure.

Both men could hear voices and footsteps as people
passed in the hallway outside the office door.

Softly, Tim muttered, "Ced, this is insane.  We can't
be doing this!"

In reply, Cedric didn't take his mouth off of Tim's
tool. Instead, he reached up and began to tweak both
Tim's nipples, none too gently.

"Ced!" Tim nearly shrieked.  Cedric squeezed hard
enough that Tim's nips began to hurt.  He got the idea
that he was to shut up and enjoy. The office was quiet
now except for the slurping sounds of Ced sucking on
Tim and Tim's heavy breathing.

Tim found himself in heaven because of what Cedric was
doing, titillated by the danger of discovery, and
nervous lest they, in fact, be discovered.  He was
also remembering that it was less than a week since he
had been subjected to forced masturbation by Trey and
colleagues.  But this was different.  He WANTED Ced to
suck him. He was still having trouble accepting that
Ced apparently loved him, found him sexy.  But,
despite the danger of being discovered, he relaxed and
surrendered himself to the feelings and emotions of
the moment.

He also began to grunt as the intensity of the blowjob
grew. Cedric stopped sucking and bobbing long enough
to frown up at Tim as a reminder to be quiet.  Tim
forced himself to remain silent, but it was a chore.
Tim began to wiggle, to pant.  He wanted to grab
Cedric, but he was using his hands to keep himself
upright.  He wanted to scream how great he felt, how
much the stimulation of his nipples added to the
intensity of the sucking he was getting.  He wanted to
thank Ced, tell him how grateful he was, tell him that
he loved him.

All too soon, he came.  It had, after all, been
something like fourteen hours since he had last shot.
And this was, as everything was with Cedric, special,
super exciting.  So he unloaded a hefty amount of cum
in Ced's mouth.

Ced didn't lose a drop.  He looked up at Tim, smiled,
and opened his mouth to show Tim his cum on his
tongue.

"Ced, I don't know whether to kiss you or kick your
butt. But thank you, my hot lover."

Ced stood up and kissed Tim, feeding Tim some of his
own cum in the process.  It was a long, hot kiss.
When they were finished, Ced stepped back, grinned at
Tim, and asked, "Do you think that'll hold you until I
can fuck you?"

Tim, finding the taste of his own cum much more
exciting when received from the mouth of the hunk who
had just sucked him off, had trouble processing the
question Ced has just asked.

"What's that, love?"

"I SAID, do you think that will hold you until I can
fuck you?"

"I guess it will have to.  Why are you so good to me?"

"Well, duh, professor.  Because I LOVE you, you hot
little piece you!"

"Ced, I'd like to spend the rest of the day telling
you how grateful I am and how special you are, but
someone could knock on that door any minute."

"Yeah, yeah.  I know.  But, Tim, you've got to loosen
up, man.  Enjoy what's happening.  Take things as they
come."

"If you utter one more cliche, I'm going to barf!"

"What a way to talk to the guy who's just given you
the second-best blowjob you've ever had."

"And you would know that - how?"

Cedric chuckled.  "Just tell me.  Am I right, or am I
right?"

Tim laughed.  "Your're right, lover!"  He fastened up
his pants and slid off the desk. "Now, I have some
breath mints in my desk.  I think we'd better both
have a couple."

"You are so cute," Cedric said.  "Prepared for
anything."

"I wasn't prepared for what just happened, Ced. But
thank you."

"Well, little stud, I DO have to go.  But, if it's all
right, I'll come over to your place after supper."

"I've got some steaks we could broil and some salad
makings and some frozen French fries if you want to
have supper with me."

Ced's face lighted up.  "I'll be there - say about
6:30?"

"You got it, `dude'."

Ced picked up his book bag, gave Tim a lastminute
kiss, and unlocked the door.  When he opened it, Dr.
Morris Stein was standing there, apparently ready to
knock on the door.

"Good morning, Dr. Stein," Cedric said, smiling
brilliantly, "how are you this morning."

"Um, er, Cedric!  I'm very well thank you.  And you?"

Still smiling, Cedric replied, "Oh, I'm really fine,
Dr. Stein, really fine!"

Cedric left, and Stein came into Tim's office. "I just
wanted to speak to you about a matter pertaining to
this afternoon's department meeting . . .    ."

              *           *          *
                    "Icy's Revenge"

                          by

                 Henry Lee Withers III







  (Get down, get down, little Henry Lee - Nick Cave)




As soon as the door closed behind Tim Saturday night,
Chaz and I broke out in a victory dance, which
involved lots of high-fiving, whooping and jumping,
followed by getting beer from the fridge and vegging
out in front of the tube.

In the early morning I woke up to Kirk kissing Uhura
what a scandal that was back then.  I always wondered
what would have happened if he had kissed Spock
instead.  Sadly, he never did.

I was alone in the living room, and, frankly, I didn't
feel too good.  My back hurt from sleeping on the
damned sofa, I had a bad taste in my mouth, and
someone seemed to be drilling holes in my head.  A
classic hangover.  Deciding I needed some air, I
grabbed a jacket and my keys and went outside.

The air was fresh, and the birds were disgustingly
chipper. The day promised to be beautiful, and last
night for me had been a dream come true.  So why was
this lump forming in my chest and my vision blurring
with tears?

I started to run, completely in a daze, and in my
inner eye I kept seeing Tim's face as he, looking
hopeless and defeated, had asked if it was all right
to go.  When I looked up, I saw that my feet had
carried me to a place I liked when I needed to think,
the university's botanical garden.  Of course it was
still closed at this hour, but the gate wasn't too
high, and I managed to climb it without breaking my
stupid neck.  I took my usual seat on the bench under
the willow, and then I let go, just broke down
completely.

God!  What had I done?  What devils had ridden me?
Deep inside myself I had known all along that what we
were planning to do to Tim was wrong, totally wrong.
It had been a fight against temptation, and temptation
had won.  Not that I had put up much of a struggle.  I
knew that getting revenge for Ced was just an excuse.
What I wanted, of course, was a chance to get my hands
on the Iceman.

Oh, my, I had wanted him for so long, so desperately!
And it had been so hot, watching him come in his
khakis!  So hot that my own cock had been throbbing in
painful sympathy. And then, yesterday evening, when I
was inside him, slowly fucking his tight sheath . . .
.  I knew then that I had found my heaven, my brass
ring, whatever.

But the celebrating, the high-fiving that Chaz and I
did afterward.  Where did that come from? There was
nothing for ME to celebrate.  It seemed now that I had
lost everything. In the harsh light of morning, it
became clear to me that yesterday evening hadn't been
a dream come true, only a pale shadow.  Yeah, I'd
caught a glimpse of paradise, but now I was east of
Eden, out in the cold.  Alone.

What was it that blond guy sang?  Life is a roller
coaster? Hah!  Highway to hell, that was more like it!
From heaven to hell in 2.3 with Henry Lee.

How could I ever face Tim during class on Tuesday?  I
knew I had to.  I owed it to myself and to Tim.  I
would tell him that the sex-slave thing was off, that
I'd get Chaz to let it drop, too.  And, finally, I'd
have to ask for his forgiveness -- because I wanted to
be forgiven. I'd do anything for it, anything at all.
It was this thought that helped me quiet down a bit,
and I dragged my weary ass home.

Sunday I was miserable, slept little, ate even less.
Despite my inner turmoil and self-reproach, my cock
went rigid every time I thought of Tim.  I didn't
touch it.  Part of the penance.

When the time came and I had to go to Tim's class, I
was a nervous wreck.  At one point it became suddenly,
painfully clear to me that that was how Tim must have
felt.  So I sat at my desk, filled with a sense of
foreboding. Surprisingly, Ced turned up and took his
place beside me.  I hadn't seen him for a week, so I
popped him on the shoulder. We exchanged mumbled
greetings.  Then someone near the classroom door said,
"The Iceman cometh!"  I cringed because that had been
my "witty" invention.

And there he was, paler even than usual, his hair like
a dark flame around his head.  He surveyed the class
with his green green eyes, meeting my gaze for a
second.  And damn! There it went again, and I was
HARD!  Shit.  Triple shit.  I felt sweat beading on my
brow, and my hands were getting clammy.  I tried to
rub them dry on my jeans.  Oh, shit! Wrong move,
buddy. Another rub down there and I'd be going off
like a rocket.

Over the roaring in my ears I heard my name called.

"Mr. Withers, will you please come up front and read
this poem for us?"

No. NO!  In a desperate attempt to save what could be
saved, I pulled my shirt out of my jeans, hoping it'd
cover the embarrassing state I was in.  It did.
Almost.

I had a book shoved into my hands, and, feeling like a
deer caught in the headlights, I haltingly began to
read:

"Where are you hiding my love?
 I have sought you so long
 That surely you must feel the pulsing
 Of my endless longing!"

Huh?  "The pulsing?"  "Of my endless longing?" Oh, my
God! My voice nearly left me on that one.  In the
background I heard the class begin to snicker.

And on it went.

"My work is but ashes, my talents only unshed tears,
That flow like rivers in my desperate thirst for you.
So long have I crushed the panting maidens..."

Some more giggles here.  I had to be glowing like a
beacon meanwhile . . . .

"Who did not know my passion only writhed
In lonely longing for your embrace.
My boiling blood that roused my manhood
To some fleshy sword of searching . . . ."

LOTS of giggles.  Out of the corner of my eye,I saw
Wendy Snyder whispering to Patty Rollins, POINTING at
me!! Pointing at my bulging package!

God!  NO!  Someone, anyone, save me!

"Mr. Withers!"

Dr. Mead's voice.

Deliverance!

"I think you're empathizing just a little too much
with the poet here.  You might want to go to the
restroom and . . . er . . . recover a bit."

That was it.  The class exploded.  Malicious laughter
echoed around me.  I fled, storming into the restroom,
which at that hour, thankfully, was deserted, and got
my cock out. A few strokes, and I came.  Came like a
fucking geyser.  My orgasm left me shaken and totally
depleted.

Afterwards, I discovered that I still had that
poetry book with me, that I had set it on top of a
paper towel dispenser.  I looked at its title: "There
Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves." What a hoot!
Tim Mead was a wolf in a sheepskin if there ever was
one!  Seemed we had stirred a sleeping lion with our
stupid plan!

               [End of Trey's narrative]


                *          *          *


As Trey was washing his hands, Cedric came into the
restroom.  "You OK, Tiger?" he asked.

"Hey, Ced.  I heard you were back.  I'm OK. How's
Keesha?"

"She's doin' fine, Trey," he said, smiling. "She'll be
home from the hospital today or tomorrow.  But what
about you, man?  You look pretty shook up?"

"Well, wouldn't you be?" Trey asked.

Cedric smiled again.  "Yeah, I guess Mead got
you good, didn't he?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Listen, Trey.  You don't have another class right
now, do you?"

"No, not until 1:00, actually."

Putting his arm around Trey's shoulders, Cedric
suggested, "Let's go get some coffee and talk."

"Sounds cool, dude, but I'm not going out of this
restroom with your arm around me."

"Oh, sorry, man," Cedric replied, hastily taking his
arm away.

They walked the short distance to the huge university
cafeteria, where they got coffee and sweet rolls.
Although the place was busy at midmorning, they were
able to find a table away from others.  The general
hubbub made it easy for them to talk without being
overheard.

"Man," Cedric exclaimed after each had tasted his
coffee, "your rod was straight up.  It must have been
about to stick clear out of your jeans."

"Yeah, when I started to get hard, I sort of
rearranged it these jeans are so tight.  But by the
time I got into reading that damn poem, only my shirt
kept everybody from seeing the head of it."

"Well, dude, I guess the li'l prof got some revenge."

"You have no idea."

"Oh, I think I have.  Just about every guy at some
time in high school has been in front of the class
with a stiffie."

"Well, yeah.  But that's not what I meant."

"Wanna explain?"

"Ced, you're so comfortable with who you are.  I mean,
you're not out to the whole campus, but you've never
made any bones about being gay to Mark, Chaz, and me."

"I can just imagine what the other guys on the
baseball team would say if I came out.  But you guys
are my brothers.  I wouldn't be honest if I didn't let
you know who I really am. And the three of you seem to
be cool with it, even Chaz, who sometimes seems to me
to be a gay-basher at heart."

"Tell me about it."  Then, looking around to make sure
they wouldn't be overheard, he continued.  "See,
that's the thing.  Chaz is a great roomie.  You know
he can be a real party animal.  You've also learned
how loyal he can be."

"Yeah, so?"

"Oh, shit.  I'm just gonna say this.  You remember
early in the term you told me you had the hots for Tim
Mead?  You even started wearing his brand of
aftershave?  You got hard in class every time?"

"Uh huh," Cedric answered, looking puzzled.

"Well, Ced buddy, I've been wearing Eternity all this
time, too."

Cedric took a moment to process that.  Then he smiled
broadly.  Beaming into Trey's eyes, he asked, "Trey,
did you just come out to me?"

"Duh!  Got it the first time, Sherlock."

"So, stud, why have you waited so long to tell your
gay brother?"

"I never wanted to admit it.  You know, I'm really
into the dating thing.  Don't have any trouble finding
a willing wench, you know."

"Yes, Don Juan, I know all about your escapades. You
haven't exactly kept them a secret from the guys and
me."

"Something happened when you and I enrolled in that
class of Mead's.  I totally enjoyed the class, got
into the reading and the discussions. But somehow Icy
got to me.  I was turned on by him the way you're not
supposed to be turned on by a guy."

"Watch it there, dude," Cedric said, smiling.

"Oh, sorry Ced.  But you know what I mean.  I kept
wondering what he was like behind that supercontrolled
exterior.  Not only that, but I kept wondering what
that skinny little body looked like. I've been
suppressing feelings like that all through high school
and here too."

"Really?"

"Yup."

"And is that why you quit getting into the class
discussions, because you were so turned on by Tim, uh,
Dr. Mead?"

"Well partly that.  But about that time, you told me
how you felt about him, so I figured you got there
first.  Besides, I needed time to sort out my
feelings."

"Trey, I wish you had told me about all of that at the
time. I was miserable because I thought there was no
chance in hell that Tim and I could ever `get
together' in any way. But you and I could at least
have commiserated.  And maybe I could have helped you
with those scary new feelings you were having."

"Yeah, I wish now I had.  Anyway, when we heard about
your F at midterm, all three of us were majorly pissed
with Mead, and that's when we hatched our plan.  That
first evening, in his office, I really got off on the
revenge thing. I was able to actually get my hands on
his tool and rub him till he came in his pants.  There
he was, helpless.  He tried to explain, but we
wouldn't listen.  I really loved what I was doing.  I
told myself it was retribution for your F.  But making
him come was so cool.  He is such a hot little
fucker!"

"You're preaching to the choir, buddy."

"OK.  By Saturday night, I was really excited. Our
plan was to make him suck us off and then to . . .
well, . . . ."

"Say it!"

"To fuck him.  Chaz got the idea of making Mead our
sex slave.  By this time Mark had more or less dropped
out.  I wasn't keen on the idea, but it's hard to say
no to the big guy."

Cedric nodded his agreement.

"Well, we shaved him.  Chaz wrote on him.  We made him
suck that big prong of Chaz's.  Then it was my turn.
I was practically shaking.  I was about to do
something that could only be described as GAY.  And I
had wanted to do it for weeks.  But by this time I was
really feeling bad about what we had done and were
about to do to Mead.  So I tried to let him know,
without making Chaz too mad, that we didn't want to
hurt him.  Chaz didn't realize what I was up to.  He
picked up on what I said and told the prof that we
wanted to make him like sucking and taking it up the
ass, that we were going to make him into a willing,
eager slave."

Cedric looked pained but didn't say anything.

"But I have to tell you, I think, after the first pain
wore off, the little guy loved me doing him as much as
I did.  He was actually helping me, tightening up when
I pulled back, shoving his ass toward me.  Ced, he
liked it!"

Cedric continued to look unhappy.  "He did, huh? Well,
whatever, dude, I guess I'm honored that you came out
to me."  He paused a second or two. "Now, I have a
question."

"Shoot."

"Does Chaz know about you?  You know, about you being
gay?"

"I haven't told him.  But despite the way he acts
sometimes, Chaz isn't stupid.  I think he must have
pretty well figured it out, especially after that
session with Mead on Saturday night."

"Do you think he's cool with it?"

"He seems to be.  At least he hasn't said anything.
He HAS been a little preoccupied lately, but I don't
get the feeling that I'm the cause."

"What about Markie?  I assume you haven't told him."

"No, you're the only person I've talked to about this,
Ced."

"Don't you think you owe it to Mark to tell him? We
are all brothers, after all."

"Yeah, I know.  I just wanted to talk to you first.  I
knew you'd understand."

"Trey, Mark has known all along that I'm gay. His
dad's gay, for pity's sake!  Mark may even have picked
up on vibes from you while I was away.  You talk to
him when you can. Old studly straight Mark might even
give you a big hug."

"Hugs are about all I'm going to get these days, I'm
afraid. So far as I'm concerned, you still have a
clear shot at Mead."

"Yeah, babe, I know.  Listen.  I've got to go. But
I've just had an idea."

"What's that?"

"I think the li'l prof needs to know how you feel."

"Ced, man, I couldn't tell him all this now,
especially after what's gone on.  You know, I COULD
really pay him back for what he did to me this
morning.  Chaz is expecting to make him come over for
more slave training this weekend, you know."

"I didn't know that.  Very interesting.  Look, about
letting Tim know how you really feel about him --

"Yeah?"

"Why don't you write a story about how he got some
revenge on you this morning?  Then, when you get it
written, if you are too embarrassed to give it to him,
I'll see that he gets it. You know," he added as if it
were an afterthought, "you are still stuck in his
class for the rest of the semester. You guys don't
seriously want to go on with that slave thing, do
you?"

"Honestly?  No.  I admit I was looking forward to
being able to have sex with Mead.  Now I just don't
feel the same about it.  You know, I think I like your
idea about writing something about what happened this
morning.  Mead might get some satisfaction knowing how
he got to me today."

"Well, Trey, it might also be an opportunity for you
to let him know how you really feel about him."

Trey smiled wanly.  "I've been such a shit to the
little guy.  I've got a lot of thinking to do, Ced."

"I can see that.  Now, babe, I've got to go.
But let's talk again as soon as we can."

"Later, man," Trey said, "and, uh, Ced?"

"Yeah, bro?"

"Thanks."

(to be continued)