Any good story is rooted in the author's personal experience, but these
stories are based on a fictional character who shares my experiences.  He
lived in a kinder, gentler world; only a fool would have unprotected sex
today.

WRESTLING FEAR
BY JIMBO

     He was several weeks into graduate school, but had not yet really
adjusted to the immense campus of this major, midwestern university.  The
apartment he had leased for a year was on the wrong side of the campus and
he had not yet made many friends.  But he still got very horny.
     It was the weekend and he had learned of only two possibilities: he
could go to the gay bar, but he wasn't a drinker and really wasn't
interested in the effeminate queen types who ruled there; he could go to
one of the campus toilet rooms, but he really wasn't into anonymous sex.
     He chose the lesser of two evils and went to the Student Union T-room
which was usually the busiest cruising spot on campus.  He sat on the
toilet in his stall until he thought his rear end would have a permanent
ring on it, but there was no action that night.  He was about ready to give
up and go home alone for a solitary ten finger evening, when someone
entered the stall next to him.
     The marble stall walls prevented glory holes, so he looked underneath.
He saw jeans and workout shoes.  Then he saw bare legs covered with
strawberry blond hair.  Startled, he looked again at the shoes and thought
he recognized them--they were an unusual color and a rare off-brand.  He
had seen those shoes before on a terribly effeminate but handsome guy in
his theatre history class.  He preferred his men manly, but he was
desperate.  He skipped the preliminaries and reached up under the stall and
grasped the hairy thigh of the guy next door.  He was surprised at how
muscular the legs were and found his own pecker rapidly on the rise as his
hand reached a hard, hot,thoroughly impressive mantool.  He gave the
compulsory full grope, then passed a note on toilet paper:
     "If you just want a quickie, slip it under the wall.  If you want me
to really do you right, follow me and we'll go to my apartment."
     He slipped the note under the wall and was shocked to hear an instant,
oral reply, "Alright.  Okay.  Let's go, man!"
      He left his stall and was amazed to see emerging from the adjoining
stall not the familiar queen he had expected, but a handsome, well-built
young man with startling blue eyes and a mop of strawberry blond hair.  The
boy still had his fly open and his beautiful, hard dick stood straight out
in front of him.  "You want to look it over first?" he said as he flashed a
sparkling smile.
     "Put it away!  Follow me.  My car's in the lot."
     They reached the car and entered.  As soon as the boy was in the
passenger seat, he opened his fly and pulled out his meat.  "You want to
play with me here?  I really like to get played with.  You gonna suck me
off? I got sucked off last week in the bushes there and really liked it."
     "Put it away!  Do you want the campus police on us?  We'll go to my
apartment."
     "Okay.  Do you think I'm good looking?  How about my cock?  Do you
like it?  How many times you gonna make me cum?"
     The kid chattered and the professor answered briefly in the
affirmative, started the car, and began to drive across campus to his
apartment.  He commented to the boy that he really seemed to have a nice
body and was he an athlete.  The boy looked pleased and said he was on the
wrestling team.  The professor asked what weight he wrestled and what his
record was.
     "I usually wrestle 139.  Last year I only lost one match and it was at
the state championships.  This year I'm gonna win the state's."
     "What do you mean 'state championships'?  You are on the university
team aren't you?"
     "Hell, no.  I'm only a junior in high school...right here in town.
Name's Kevin."
     The professor slammed on the brakes.  His head was spinning.  He
wanted this kid so bad and he was so awfully horny, but he was usually
attracted to older men and certainly didn't want to get involved with
jailbate...a high school kid!  "Hey, Kevin, I'm sorry.  I didn't know you
were so young.  I thought you were at the University.  You gotta get out.
I'm sorry."
     "Please, mister, I'll do anything you say.  I just gotta be took care
of tonight. I just gotta.  It's okay, honest.  I done it before lots.  Hey,
I could even stay all night with you and let you do anything.  My old man's
out gettin drunk tonight.  He won't know no different."  He ripped open his
fly again and let that magnificent penis see the light of the moon.  He
opened the top button and slid his pants down and began to run his fingers
over his huge, hairy balls and on up his body.
     The poor professor just about creamed his own jeans.  What the hell!
Against his better judgement, he gunned the motor and headed quickly to his
apartment.  Almost as soon as Kevin had gotten through the apartment
doorway and even before the lights were turned on and the shades drawn, he
began to remove his clothing.
     In the light of the apartment, the professor looked at Kevin's body.
It was a sight to behold.  Yes, he was young, but his strong body was well-
developed and he displayed a man's prick and balls.  His chest was covered
with a layer of reddish blond hair which narrowed down to a pathway to the
reddish-blond pubes.  This kid was a natural.  The professor couldn't have
resisted if his life depended on it.
     In an instant he was on his knees, his hands on the firm buns and his
lips and tongue ministering lovingly to the throbbing, thrusting cock.  He
twirled his tongue around the head and the boy moaned loudly.  He licked
the shaft and the boy began to thrust wildly from the pelvis.  He swallowed
that gorgeous hunk of meat and the boy grabbed his head and began to fuck
his face passionately as his whole body seemed to be involved in this
almost desparate need to climax.  Reaching the orgasm, and unbelievable
quantity of fresh, milky boy-cum poured down our professor's throat in the
juiciest load he had swallowed since his own high school days.
    "Oh, man.  That was great!  Let's do some more," said Kevin.
     The professor led him to the bed and began to service this entire, red
hot body.  He kissed Kevin's body, fondled him, carressed him and held him
tight.
     "Hey, I didn't know it could feel like this!  That guy last week was
an old man.  He just sucked me in the bushes and then ran off.  I never
done nothing like this before!  Wow.  That feels great."
     They talked and the professor learned that he had an "almost virgin"
here and this virgin was really hot.  Everything thrilled him and each new
touch evoked a moan, a groan, a whimper, and even a few tears.  Kevin
wondered why the professor kept his clothes on so he took them off.  Kevin
liked being held close and seemed to react most strongly when the professor
embraced him and kissed him.  He needed to be loved as much as he needed
sexual relief.  The second load was an explosion for both of them and they
needed a shower to clean up.  The shower was sheer delight as they explored
each other's bodies.
    Then Kevin stood naked in the bedroom and said, "You got anything to
eat before we do it some more?"
     The professor fried hamburgers and the boy ate like one who had had
nothing to eat all week.  The professor knew this would be a night he would
never forget!
     "Do you really like me?  Was I good?  Do you want to do me some more?
Do you want me to do anything?"
     The boy wanted so badly to please and nothing he could do could
possibly have been a turn off for the professor who had never known anyone
quite like him.  Kevin asked a million questions...about sex, about
everything in the apartment, about the professor's life and experiences.
He was totally uninhibited and seemed born to spend his life in the nude.
This coupled with the fact that he was obviously a born hedonist made him
the perfect sex partner for the professor who wanted so badly to love and
to serve.
     The professor got very little sleep that night.  The touch of the
boy's skin was magic and sent chills through him as he fondled Kevin's
body, kissed his nipples, kissed his neck, and finally reached the eager
lips which naively returned the kiss and tried to respond in kind.
     They had breakfast together in the nude.  Kevin looked at the
professor's posted schedule and remarked that college must be real easy
since he didn't even have to go to class at all on some days.  He
particularly noted that the professor was free all morning on Wednesday and
that Kevin had two study halls on Wednesday mornings.  Kevin begged for and
warmly received his sixth blowjob shortly after noon when, he said, his
father would wake up soon and he had better get home.  It seemed strange to
see him with his clothes on as he said goodbye and left the apartment,
refusing a ride, and saying that he lived nearby so he wouldn't need a
ride.
     The professor puzzled about his weekend experience.  Surely he would
be satisfied with no one else in the near future.  Was it all a dream?  How
could the boy have talked so much and said so little about himself?  How
old are high school juniors anyway? Would he ever see him again?  Had he
lost his mind to risk everything for this?  What if the boy was under
sixteen and ready now to blackmail him?  He worried, but he jacked off
anyway at the thought of this strangely beautiful young man.
     Wednesday morning he had no classes until afternoon and it was his day
to sleep in.  He awakened with a piss hard-on about 6:30 a.m. and went into
the bathroom to relieve himself looking forward to getting right back to
sleep.  He loved the feel of his naked body between the sheets and lay
there for a few moments running his fingers over his own, far-from-ancient
body, when he heard a sound.  He opened his eyes and saw Kevin entering his
room and removing his clothing at the same time.
     "You forgot to lock your door, but, don't worry, I locked it for you
now.  Do I still look good to you?" Kevin stood there naked by his bed
looking like a vision from a pornographic dream.  No one had a right to
look that good and be that innocent.
     "You will always look good to me.  Climb in here beside me before you
waste that gorgeous hard-on!"
     "I have study hall the first two periods.  I can stay here until 9:30
and still make English class.  I bet I can come three times by then."
     "I'm sure you will.  You certailnly will," said the professor as he
began to slowly eat hisway over that white skinned body that could have
been one of the Elgin Marbles had it not been so hot.  As his tongue
traversed the tender parts of Kevin's body, he thrust reflexively with his
pelvis and moaned and groaned with pleasure.  He could not seem to get
enough of this mouth pleasuring and his pleasure rose to a passionate face
fuck as it had done on Saturday night.  Then with the first huge, heavy
load gone, he relaxed and put his strong arms around the professor.  He
loved the feel of the bodies close together, undulating in the same rhythm.
He wanted to be kissed and to return the kiss.  It excited him that the
professor was now as hot as he was.  He felt an ecstacy he had never known
previously when they climaxed together and he felt their bodies joined as
one by the sticky, drying, mixture of two sperms that held them.  They lay
until they were almost dry, and then, as one, moved toward the shower where
the whole lathering, kissing, touching, fondling worship of every square
inch of the boy's lovely young man's body would continue. Kevin appreciated
how different this was from his home!  It was so good to feel loved.
     This was the beginning of the regular Wednesday morning visits.  But
surprise visits sometimes happened also on weekend nights when Kevin said,
"My ol man's drinkin' again and won't even know I'm not around' Sometimes
a Friday night would last all weekend.  It wasn't all sex.  The boy wanted
to learn all sorts of things: table manners, how to dress, what were
intelligent comments to make about opera, classical music, art, scupture,
theatre.  He persuaded the professor to take him to a few plays and
concerts on campus where he seriously studied the people around him.
Sometimes they just lay nude for hours, stroking each other's bodies until
finally Kevin would say, "I gotta come now.  I can't hold back no longer."
     Then one sunny April day with the aroma of spring flowers heavy in the
air, Kevin slipped into the professor's tiny apartment early in the morning
and stood naked and erect by his bed as the man awakened to that beautiful
sight.  "Hi, ol buddy!  Slide over.  I got a birthday present for you this
morning."
     When Kevin was in the bed, he smiled ear to ear at the man and said,
"I'm eighteen today and I want you to be the first to fuck me!"  With that
he raised his powerful hairy legs in the hair and presented his magnificent
white buns centered by his eager pink anal pucker.
     The professor was taken aback.  He serviced.  He never expected to be
serviced.  He tried to explain, but Kevin was determined.  The professor
for once in his life was glad he wasn't too well hung.  He used the KY
jelly he kept in the nightstand and slowly, carefully, using his fingers
first and manipulating Kevin's jumping cock with his free hand, he finally
eased his own dick into this beautiful, virgin channel.  Kevin began to
buck like a colt actually thrusting the man's cock in and out.  Although it
was painful, somehow he liked it and wanted it.  When the professor had
climaxed he lowered his mouth to the throbbing penis and huge balls of the
boy and serviced them in his customary way.
     Then they took a shower together, fondly stroking each other's bodies
before Kevin said he had to leave and rushed from the apartment.  When he
had gone, the professor had breakfast before he noticed an envelope that
Kevin had left for him.  It contained a note he would never forget:
     "Dear old buddy,
          You been the best friend a guy could ever hope for.  I can't live
with my ol man no more or I'd kill him or he'd kill me.  I ain't college
material and don't got no money anyways.  I'm goin to Chicago and find me a
guy like you only with money.  I'll give him the best lovin he ever had and
he'll take care of me.  But I'll never forget you.  Thanks and good luck."
       The professor cried many tears that day.  Suddenly everything came
clear.  He re membered all the bruises the boy had had which he had
credited to wrestling. He realized that the boy had wanted him to tutor him
so he could "pass" in polite society.  Somehow he knew he wouldn't see the
boy again, but hoped and prayed that he would be safe.
       In June, just before commencement at the university, the professor
received a post card with a picture of the Sears Tower on it.  On the
reverse were these words:
          I made mine.  Hope you made yours. Thanks, thanks, and more
thanks!
                                            Kevin