Date: Tue, 20 Dec 2005 20:27:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Robert Foust <robertfst@yahoo.com>
Subject: Will and me part 7

Howdy guys. I can tell y'all that I never thought that I'd be on part 7
of this story. Special thanks goes out to Jake who kept me on track and
on target: Thanx Jake! I really enjoy the feedback-- sorry if I'm not
always able to reply back. Happy Holidays to you and yours. Rob.



I woke to a loud commotion.  "What the fuck...," I said in a daze.  I
looked up as I got my senses.  I could see, in my groggy state, two
figures making their way towards the bedroom door.

My roommate, Todd, was hurriedly throwing clothes at his latest conquest.
"Get outta here before he totally wakes up- I'll call- I swear."  Todd
was saying as I looked over towards the dorm room door, which closed
before I could look to see who was being pushed out this morning.

"Dude, if you're going to constantly be bringing hoes in here, please
keep it quite. Shit, I haven't gotten a full nights sleep in, like,
awhile."  I hoped my nagging would be some sort of motivation to Todd,
though it hadn't worked, yet.  I rolled-over, indifferently and said, "I
wonder what your girlfriend would think about you bedding all these
chicks behind her back?"  Even though I was not looking in his direction,
I could feel the seething rage coming from his direction.

Todd was my roommate, assigned to me by the powers that be at the
University of Tennessee.

Todd was a rich boy from Memphis, which is to say that he was a total
asshole.  We were from the same state, in actuality we grew up only about
250 miles apart, but the chasm between us might as well have been
international.  And this is to say nothing about our differing tastes in
whom we fucked or got fucked by, as the case may be.  Todd was actually
from Germantown, which is a rich suburb of Memphis.  Now, I was from a
fairly wealthy and prosperous family, but Todd treated me as if I was an
absolutely clueless kid from the sticks.  And this totally incensed me.

The thing that was even more maddening to me, however, was the utter
insouciance that Todd showed towards me.  Before I left home for college,
I had several fantasies about how dorm life would be.  Several involved
having a damn-hot college frat boy plugging me with his large cock.  In
reality, things didn't quite work out that way, for me at least.  Todd,
who actually very quickly became a real frat boy, was not unattractive,
in fact he was very Abercrombie- maybe six feet with chiseled features,
shaggy brown hair, and killer hazel eyes- but his attitude and the way
that he carried himself were utter turn-offs to me.  Plus, he was very,
very homophobic.  I soon figured out that there would be nothing for me
in the dorm.

Eventually, Todd and I came to an understanding: I ignored him and he was
indifferent towards me.  The semester began to pass more quickly as we
all settled into our new lives.  I felt particularly liberated because I
was finally out of Will's all-consuming control, but I also began to get
lonely.  Much to my surprise I would occasionally get the
self-destructive urge to call Will, or, even more frightening, to go back
to him.

The one bond that did develop between Todd and I was due to a scheduling
quirk.  We both had tested out of the introductory western civ history
class that every other freshman at UT had to take, and were therefore
placed in an upper level history class.  And it was a bitch of a class:
early British History.  As our first semester on campus progressed we
spent more and more time studying together, out of total desperation just
to keep up with Dr. Pinckney's assigned workload.

On the nights that we studied together, Todd mandated that his quote
unquote girlfriend stay in our dorm room.  I suppose that he was afraid
that I would jump his bones, or lunge at his dick, or whatever.  But, the
more time that I spent around his long-time (and as I would find out,
long-suffering) girlfriend, the more I loved her.  And the more that she
loved me.  Now, come on, this was totally platonic, but we totally
connected.

Elena Witterson and I quickly became fast friends, much to Todd's
chagrin.  Laney, as she was know by all, and I were soon meeting
constantly, just to gossip, hang, or go clubbing.  It was clear to both
of us that we were kindred spirits.  I had never laughed as much, or felt
so self assured, as when I was around Laney.  Soon we were sharing our
deepest, darkest secrets.  Much to my surprise, I was able, for the first
time in my life, to tell someone else what Will had done to me.  And how
I was, finally, able to break away from him.  We swapped every detailed
about everything, including our sex lives.

Mine trumped hers, no contest.  Laney was clearly stunned by the tale of
Will and me.  The highlight of her high school experience had been losing
her virginity, to Todd, of course, at the prom.  I assured her that
losing one's virginity at prom was, like, totally played out.  Soon,
Laney and I were spending more time together than Todd and she were.
Also to his chagrin.

It was through Laney's friends that I met the man who helped me heal my
aching wounds, left gaping by Will.  A large group of sorority girls --of
course Laney was in a sorority, she was a rich white bitch from
Memphis!-- and I met on the Friday before Halloween to club hop.  No
Halloween party in Knoxville is ever complete without a trip to the Lord
Lindsey, which is an old gothic style, Southern Plantation home smack in
the middle of downtown.  Naturally, the Lord Lindsey is owned by a couple
of fabulous old queens who turned it into one hell of a club.

As the girls and I boldly walked into the Lord Lindsey, I held my
breath.  I'd been out and about on the club scene in Knoxville, and to a
kid from a small town, it was very energizing.  I was free to be whomever
I wanted, and I loved it.  Unfortunately, I apparently wanted to be the
slut.  So, much of my first few months at college were spent bed
hopping.  Thanks to Laney's calming influence, I had toned down my
runaway sluttiness (just a tad).  Nonetheless, I was on the hunt for some
cock that night.

We made our entrance onto the dance floor and proceeded to take the place
over.  It was spectacular, a bunch of freshmen turning the floor out.
During a breather, Laney came up to me and whispered to me that her
spidey sense was telling her that a guy in a skeleton costume was, as she
said, "bird-doggin" me.  I turned to check, and, damn, if a total hottie
in a sad, Wal-mart skeleton costume wasn't totally bird-doggin me.

Mary Beth, one of Laney's 'sisters,' butted in with her thick southern
drawl, "Y'all, I think he's on the fucking football team! That's gotta be
Derek Daniels. No one else in all of East Tennessee has a body like
that"  Laney laughed and, again, whisper into my ear, "You know that they
call him Big D, don't cha?"  And my mouth started to water.

I, like most of the rest of the student body at every SEC school, knew
all the particulars about our star student-athletes, most especially
those on the football team.  Derek was indeed on the UT football team-
the senior all conference linebacker, no less- and, man, what a total
jock.  He was about six two, blond, green eyes, and totally filled out,
no doubt due to hours spent in the training room.

I looked at Laney and exclaimed, "What do I do?"  I must have looked
utterly pathetic because Laney, Mary Beth, and several other 'sisters'
burst into a fit of laughter.  "You just need to you out there and shake
your booty. I think that'll do it," Laney said, still laughing.  And so I
did, praying to God that Derek would take the bait.  I just let the music
take me and waited.

One song led into another and I began to think that Laney and her bitches
had been putting me on, then I felt someone move behind me. I could tell
that whomever it was, he was sizeable.  And he was totally grinding into
me.  I looked over my shoulder and a dude in a skeleton mask was staring
back at me.

"Oh, shit," I said under my breath, but I just let go.  And let him take
the lead.  We danced for what seemed like a very long time, when he
finally spoke to me through the glow-in-the-dark skeleton mask.

"You're a good dancer," he said in a gruff voice.

"Uhm, thanks?" I replied in a shaky voice.  Jesus, I thought, I have no
idea what's going on here.

"Hey, let's go to the back bar," he said as he turned and left the dance
floor.  The back bar was, naturally, in the private area of the Lord
Lindsey where all the nasty shit went down- I was excited.  We passed the
bouncer who shot me a knowing smile.  And I became even more excited.

As soon as we made it into the back bar, Derek tore off his cheesy mask,
pushed me up against the wall, and shoved his tongue into my mouth.  And
I relaxed into his embrace.  It was so nice- and so foreign- for me to be
able to let go in an intimate situation.

"You got a place we can go for some privacy?" Derek asked, breaking our
kiss.  "Yeah, uh, sure- my dorm room?" I replied.  "Dude, there's no way
in hell that's going to work," Derek laughed.  After I thought it over, I
suppose he was right.  There is no place on earth where gossip travels
faster than in an all boys dorm.

"We'll just have to go back to my place, then" Derek said.  His voice was
deep and he had a wet-your-pants southern accent. "My roommate's out for
the week-end since the team's off for the bye week," Derek said, rather
self-consciously.  So we were going to have to keep this very hush-hush,
I thought, rolling my eyes to myself.

"So, do you need to tell anybody that we're leaving?" Derek asked.  God,
he's even a gentleman, I thought.  "Naw, those bitches'll be just fine,"
I said.  I would help him keep this as downlow as possible.

Derek drove me back to his apartment in South Knoxville.  We were both
silent.  I would guess that neither of us spoke for very different
reasons.

As soon as he opened his door, he slung me against the wall and devoured
me with his mouth.  He was a very wet kisser, but also very passionate.
Passion was something very new to me.  And I found that I really liked
it.

"You wanna suck my dick, uhm, now?"  Derek panted as he withdrew his very
long tongue from my mouth.  It was a question that utterly confused me.
I was accustomed to Will or his friends ordering me to service them.
Sucking dick or getting fucked had never been a question, it had always
been a command.

I looked into his face with a questioning look.  "Yes?" I stammered back
in reply.  My face flushed in embarrassment.  As absurd as it sounds, I
had never admitted to myself or anyone else, willingly that is, that I
wanted to suck dick.  I had either just been forced into the situation by
Will or I'd been in a fling with some nameless dude where the less that
was said, the better.

Derek had asked me a question that had flummoxed me, but his actions were
not those of someone who was questioning.  His hands pushed my shoulders
down, inevitably down.  And I loved it.  I looked up at his beautiful
face and he looked down at me and said, "You ready to give me some good
head? Yeah? You want to suck my dick, don't you? Tell me."

I was still totally flustered by Derek's playfulness.  All of the
one-night stands I'd had in the previously two months had been furtive,
fumbling, and quick.  In those situations, I hadn't had to deal with this
give-and-take.  And to be sure, Will and me had never, ever had anything
other than me taking, taking, taking.

So I looked up at him and jumped into the situation, just saying what
felt natural and doing what felt right.  I said, "Oh, god, do I want to
suck your dick. Show it to me, big boy. Show me your fat dick." As I
licked the large outline of his cock through his costume.

"Yeah, I knew that you were ripe from the moment that I saw you shaking
your ass," Derek rasped as I tongued his cock.  He pushed my head back
with his large hands, dropped his pants and drawers, and revealed his
large package.

Derek was nicely hung.  His dick, which was, much to my surprise, uncut,
was about eight inches long. And thick. Very thick.

"I want your mouth," Derek said as he guided his very fat cock into my
waiting mouth.  I used every technique that I'd learned under Will's
tutelage.  And Derek seemed to be very appreciative.

"God damn, but can't you suck a dick. You want a face fuck? Yeah, suck
me. God," he said as I showed him my lack of a gag reflex.

As I came up for air, Derek said, "So, dude, I don't even know your name.
Tell me something about yourself. I'm really not some sleazy pick-up
guy."

"My name's Grant," I said, wiping my spit and his pre-cum from the corner
of my mouth.

"So Grant, how'd somebody you're age learn to suck dick like that?" Derek
asked.  I looked up into his eyes and he brushed the hair out of my face,
tenderly.  "Well," I stammered, "that's a very long story."

"You'll have to tell me. Some other time," Derek said as he pulled off
his cheap-ass skeleton shirt and revealed a totally cut upper body.  I
gasped, loudly.

"You like?" Derek asked as he did mock body-builder poses.  His bulging
muscles were making me hotter than hell, so I thanked him by engulfing
his cock.

"Jesus. Take me all." Derek exclaimed as his wide hands enveloped my
head, forcing my nose into his pubes.  My mouth and throat were full.
 And I felt content like I had not in a very long time.

Derek fucked my face hard, several times coming precariously close to
shooting his wad.  I braced myself by holding onto his powerfully built
legs.  Eventually he pulled me to my feet and ordered me out of my
clothes.  I fastidiously obliged.

"You're ok with going to the next level, right?" Derek looked petrified
that I would say no.  I simply nodded my head in acquiescence, he
obviously had no idea that I would comply with any request, demand, or
act he asked of me.  He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom.

He was so sweet and so gentle as he mounted me.  All the while, his
dreamy (yes, dreamy) eyes forcing me to open myself to him more, more,
more.

"Fuck me, Derek. Fuck," I panted as he filled my ass.  He moved down to
kiss me and we locked in the most intimate embrace that I had ever know.
Then Derek turned me out.  He fucked my like a mad man, molding me this
way and that to assure his pleasure.  He fucked me all night and we came
more times than I can remember.

Derek made me feel wanted and safe.  And it was totally hot.  But there
was a small voice that kept asking if it was as hot as it was with Will.
"Yes," I told myself, "Yes, it totally was. Yes. Of course it was. Yes.
Yes, it was."