Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 20:07:03 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Brains and Brawn

			     BRAINS AND BRAWN
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "I don't get it, Bruce." Mark said, shaking his head yet again. He
scratched lazily one nipple on his breast and shifted on his bed, I tried
not to look at how his cock and balls made a neat bulb in his white briefs
(his only clothing) and tried not to think too hard on how his muscles
played so beautifully in the yellow light, the shadows were blue curves and
arcs that moved in smoothly shifting ripples as he moved to put his hand
back behind his head.
     "What don't you get?" I asked him patiently as I could, my forefinger
reaching up to adjust my eyeglasses back onto my nose ridge. I was quizzing
Mark for his chemistry exam tomorrow.
     "What's the difference between intensive properties and extensive
properties?"
     An elementary question like this should have annoyed me, but this was
my college roommate, he was studying Basic Chemistry, and I was helping
him.
     "An intensive property is a property that allows identification of a
substance, such as its melting point, boiling point, sublimation point...."
     "Huh?"
     "I mean, it's a property that lets you figure out what the stuff is."
I said.
     "Can't you just read the label on the bottle?" Mark wanted to know.
     "We're assuming that you don't have a bottle to read the label of." I
pointed out.
     "So how'd we get the stuff, then?" Mark asked.
     "It's lying on the ground and we have to figure out what it is."
     "How'd it get there?"
     "It was always there."
     Mark shrugged. "I've never seen stuff like they got in some of those
bottles." He became animated for a moment. "Like that blob of phosporous,
we took it out of the bottle and it was wet and when Sam held it over a
bunsen burner to dry it off...."
     "It exploded."
     "It sure did!" Mark enthused. "Man, that was awesome!"
     "Mark." I said.
     "Huh?" He turned his head my way and those blue eyes under his shelf
of black eyebrows and overhang of black hair darned near made me forget
anything but to beg for the chance to get closer to him.
     "Do you want to keep your football scholarship?"
     "Yeah."
     "Do you want to graduate with a diploma that is something more than
proof you came to college to play football?"
     "Yeah." his response was slower.
     "Then you have to pass Basic Chemistry." I said. "Just this one class,
and you can start forgetting all about chemistry."
     "You can't." Mark said and he smiled.
     "That's because chemistry is my major." I said.
     "Yeah, you're writing a paper, right?" Mark asked.
     "I will when I finish helping you study." I said.
     "Yeah, tell me your paper title again." Mark said. "Maybe I'll
understand it now I've had some chemistry."
     I smiled. "Not likely. I'm writing about the intensive (I emphasized
that word) properties of sublimated cadmium telluride."
     "What are you going to do with that when you graduate?" He asked me.
     I smiled. "Ever see them use a scanner on your groceries at the
market? That's cadmium telluride in close sublimation and...."
     Mark held up a hand. "Okay, okay, sorry." He said. "This stuff is
dull."
     "I know." I said sympathetically. "You have to have this dull stuff
before you're able to tackle the stuff that you can really use. It's like
you and football, your drill and practices, they're boring but if you
didn't have it, you wouldn't be able to play football."
     "I know." Mark said and he acquiesced, scratched his nipple again. I
tried not to stare at that red nub rolling around and around, but the
thought of how that little breast-button would taste on my tongue made my
mouth water.
     "So let's go through it again," I settled for saying. "An intensive
property lets you identify what the substance is, and an extensive property
just tells how much you have of it, but nothing that identifies it."
     "Oh." Mark said without any real comprehension. But by then, I'd
decided to simply grill Mark on stock answers to questions and hope for the
best.
     The next night, I was digging through my papers in frustration when
Mark came in. "Hey, Bruce, what're you doing?"
     I turned around. "Mark, did you take any papers from my desk?"
     "Nah!" Mark said. "I don't bother your stuff."
     "My notes for my paper are gone." I said. "Some other things have been
moved around, someone was in my desk. They must have been looking for my
paper itself, thank God I was carrying it with me to work on between
classes."
     Mark frowned. "I'd better look at my stuff." he said.
     "You'd better." I said. "So far, my notes are the only thing I've
found missing."
     Mark looked and I kept looking, my notes were the only thing gone.
     I sat on the bed, a nervous wreck. "God, my notes!" I moaned. "They
got my notes!"
     "You still got your paper." Mark said. He put his arm around my
shoulders. God, it felt so good, being there.
     "But I need my notes to write the rest of my paper!" I moaned. "I
wasn't half done with it yet! I haven't even gotten it into order enough to
present my proposal."
     "Proposal?"
     "For my doctorate!" I said. "Until I do that, I'm not officially even
working on the paper! Whoever took my notes can submit it for their own
doctorate and I'd be back to square one."
     "Why?"
     "Because a doctorate can only be won by a paper on a subject of
original content." I said. "I spent most of last year finding this subject,
I can't lose it and start over again. I'd lose a year, more likely two, if
I have to start over!"
     "Man, that's rough." Mark commiserated.
     "I can't lose those notes, I can't!" I moaned.
     "They're not that important." Mark said. "You can handle this."
     I looked up at him, from under the comfort of his arm and into his
eyes. "I wish it were that easy."
     "You'll be all right." Mark said. "I promise you that."
     "You can't know that." I protested.
     "Sure I can." Mark said. "Just leave everything to me."
     His lips were so kissable, his eyes were so kind, his face was so
accepting. Something about that combination, this moment, this time, made
it all possible. Despite the odds, despite all sense, I reached up to kiss
him. Foolish, foolish!
     And yet...his lips met mine, touched me halfway, pressed back against
my own! What a wonderful, glorious feeling, when you reach to kiss and are
kissed in turn! His other arm came up around me and my own touched his
waist, the t-shirt moved itself out of the way and my hand touched his bare
flesh, touching him, touching him!
     My shivering stopped and so did my fretting. Okay, so maybe I had to
start all over again! I could do that, with Mark alongside me! It was doing
it all alone that had me in tears! But with him...years were nothing!
     Mark lowered me back onto the bed and his hand went down to cup
underneath my leg and lift it, and I let him lift it, place it around his
body and he sidled out from under my other leg and was between my legs and
atop me.
     "Oh, God, Mark!" I sighed as his lips chased his fingers that were
undoing my shirt. "God, Mark, God!"
     "It's all right." he whispered to me. "It's going to be all right."
     "Yes." I said but my affirmative was to the feeling of that hard prod
in Mark's pants, the one that was pressing against my own. My hands were
tugging at Mark's t-shirt, I had to get it off him, feel that chest against
my own! But a t-shirt isn't a shirt, and it was clinging to his body,
holding on too tight! I wasn't strong enough.
     Mark had my own shirt open and he was kissing my chest, that warm
tongue of his touched my nipple and I nearly screamed with rapture from the
joy of that warm moistness pressing on the ultra-tender flesh.
     "Mmmmhh!" Mark said when he raised up. "I was wondering if you were
ever going to try anything."
     "I wanted to." I protested. "But...." But how to say it? I was a
rather skinny, nerdy-looking guy and Mark was this big, strong athlete
almost four years my junior. Only my finances had driven me back into the
dorms and to share his room. How could I have dared to think that Mark
would treat my advances as anything more than laughable?
     "But what?"
     "It's not important." I said.
     "So get up and get those clothes off." He said as he lifted off me and
stood himself. I eagerly complied, pulling my clothes away with heedless
abandon, not caring where they landed. Right then, I wouldn't have cared if
the door had been open!
     Mark pulled his t-shirt over his head and I again saw those muscles,
shining yellowish here and shadowed blueish there, all of it painting his
body in lines of muscled beauty, all of it beckoning me to him. I watched
the interplay of those lights and shadows as he stooped to remove his pants
(my own looser clothing had now been discarded entirely), skinning those
too-tight jeans from his barrels of thighs, his kegs of calves, and then
they were at his feet and he was hopping to get out of them, and then he
was done and he was nude and I was nude.
     Mark stepped toward me and he was a god made flesh, and I knelt before
this god and I reached for the altar of his manhood and I guided it to
myself in supplication. His pud docked into my mouth so easily, so smoothly
it slipped upon my tongue and spread itself lovingly around my mouth so
that I could taste it everywhere at once!
     "Mmmh, ah, yeah!" Mark groaned. "Yeah, come on, eat it for me."
     I was only happy to comply, I began to move my mouth without much
skill but with plenty of eagerness. A guy who looks like me doesn't score
that often even at the bars and not being fussy, so my enthusiasm had to
carry the day. And you know, it does, any man is going to love it when his
organ is swallowed down and worked over by a hungry pair of lips and he
isn't going to be picky about the exact technique as long as you move that
skin over that shaft!
     "Mmmmah, ah, yeah!" Mark said again as I worked. "That's the way,
Bruce, give my love-stick a taste! Man, I didn't think you'd ever go for
it!"
     Why had I hesitated? All he could have done was turn me down? And told
his buddies and jumped me one night and pummel me...okay, my hesitation
made sense if he hadn't been interested. Had I missed his signals? Sitting
in your underwear and scratching your itches doesn't exactly scream
come-on-big-boy!
     "Come on, get up." Mark said as he hauled at my armpits. As I did so,
puzzled, Mark said, "Let's get on the bed."
     I was ready enough, especially when Mark followed me and turned
himself around the other direction! You only have to climb on top to get
sucked, but when you lie with your feet on the pillow, you're looking for
some for yourself!
     I had to scoot down to let him reach me and I moved quick as I could,
knew I was down far enough when I felt his lips touch my glans, it was
silken upon my cockhead and I gushed immediately a heavy load of pre-jizz
and Mark kissed it away as he took me into his mouth!
     "Ah, ah, yeah!" I moaned.
     Mark grunted and his prong slapped my face. Oh, yeah! I returned to my
job of slurping on his prick and Mark was harmonizing pretty darned
well. Very darned well! This was no horny-and-curious jock taking a chance,
this was the skill of a trained cocksucker!
     That knowledge drove me to match him if I could, I couldn't outdo him
on the football field or track field or anywhere else, but I could maybe
suck him as well as he sucked me, and I tried.
     Mark was moaning and so was I and I heard his groans intensify and
thought to myself two thoughts...first was "Mark is coming!" and the second
was "Oh, shit, I'm coming!" And I was launched in the space of a few
heartbeats into my roaring ecstasy, my cock screamed its pleasure at me and
that soundless yell shook my entire body, and I could only thrash about
under the weight of that orgasm and I was crushed flat and then my juices
squirted out under the load and I ejaculated up into Mark's waiting mouth!
     Ah, the sweet joy of jisming, the delightful nectar of climax, I was
senseless to everything but my joy and heedless of anything but my pleasure
and I squirted into him and it was only when I was coming back to myself
from that height-shaking orgasm that I realized that Mark was grunting as
he sucked my juices down, drinking my load and working my prick for more!
     I had a red-hot pole in my mouth and in my lassitude following my
earthquake of joy, I could only feel it with my tongue and notice how rich
and firm and wonderful it felt.
     When it was yanked from my mouth, I was surprised. "Sorry." I said
quickly, wanting it back. "I had to catch my breath." I apologized.
     "It's okay." Mark panted. "Just lift those legs and I'll take it from
here."
     Shit, he was going to fuck me! Could I take it? It had been more than
a year since my last experience as a bottom for another man, and that time
had been a hopelessly fouled-up experience, with the guy unable to keep it
inside me and unable to keep an erection.
     Mark had no such handicaps, his hard cock found my asshole and plunged
into it without a hesitation or a misfire, Mark's body moved to his
commands and it unerringly cooperated to send his dick into my butthole in
a seamless, seething dive.
     The pain was small and bearable, I could only gasp out in gratitude
and pleasure at feeling his incredible prong inside of me. I had more than
enough compensation in this for the lack of his cock in my mouth, and as
for being his passive, I had the payment of looking up and seeing him on
top of me, his face looking into mine and not seeing anything but pleasure
and joy and welcoming!
     "Ah, shit, Mark!" I groaned. "God, I can't believe we're doing this!"
     "I should have nailed you that first night, when I got undressed and
you eyes locked onto my basket." Mark panted. "I knew right then, damn it,
I could nailed you weeks ago!"
     "The semester is still young." I said. "We'll have time! You're just a
sophomore and I'm a graduate student with a paper to write...shit, my
paper!"
     "Don't worry about that." Mark warned me and to help distract me, he
began to pump my ass. There was strength in his fucking, there was power in
it and the vigor that only an athlete with a lusty body hardened to
perfection can give you, there is roughness but the roughness is
unintentional and a part of his nature, it carries some friction but no
offense, he is only loving you as best he can, driving his manhood into you
and letting his hormone-enraged body drive him along, you can endure it and
more than that, you can love it for that power, savor it for that strength,
crave it for the raw energy that pours into you and fills you up again, I
felt my own lust rekindle a flame, small and flickering yet but growing by
the moment.
     Mark lifted up higher on my body, now he had me up on my upper back
alone, my buttocks high in the air and held there by his own body, him on
his toes and holding onto my lower back which no longer touched the bed,
and from there gravity was his ally and his body's weight added its power
to his drives and he used that to hump me even harder!
     I could only cry out in my desire as he pumped my butt, he matched my
sounds of love with his own and together we reached that staccato-sounding
grunts that are all the voice can produce when pleasure siphons off the
power of the lungs for itself.
     Mark erupted into me and it was like being mauled by a tiger or
grappled by a gorilla, he lunge-fucked me as he squirted and I felt his
jizm being squeezed out by his own forceful thrusts and my buttocks spurted
with a fountain of Mark's sperm and he gasped and added to it and was
drenched by his own love-seed and then he was done, panting, his body still
lurching and ramming his dong into me, and he kept it up even as he panted,
letting me fall back down and still his cock, the head trapped inside me by
the flare of the glans, continued to hunch in and out of me.
     "Ah, shit, yeah!" Mark sighed, his body still thrusting his hips
forward, though his cock was now turning flaccid and soft. "Yeah, man, that
was awesome!"
     "You were terrific." I agreed.
     "Man, I got to do this every night from now on." Mark
proclaimed. Then, as he thought of it about five seconds later, "if that's
all right with you."
     "All right?" I said. "I insist on it." I said. "Especially if I can't
find my notes and someone else steals my thesis and presents it as his
own."
     "Yeah, that'd add two years to your stay here, you said." he agreed.
     "Well, I hope to stay on even after I turn in my paper." I said. "Even
a fledgling doctorate needs some experience. I'm on a different track than
you, I can't count on a decent field job until I'm nearly thirty."
     "Man, that's rough." He agreed. "I'm here for another three, maybe
four years, and then I'm out of here."
     "That's about how long I planned to stay on." I said. "Even if I am
twenty-three to your nineteen. Man, I got to find out who took my notes!"
     "Any idea who might have taken it?"
     "Only someone else with a graduate in chemistry." I said. "It's
useless for anyone else."
     Mark just nodded and said, "Mind if I go out for a while? You're great
and everything, but I got something I got to do."
     "Oh, yeah, sure." I said. "Thanks for holding my hand."
     "And stuff." Mark agreed with a grin. "I'll be back later tonight, but
it may be real late."
     "Sure." I said and watched him dress again and go. Mark usually went
out and spent some hours at a hangout near campus, they served pizza and
beer and didn't check ID's too closely.
     The next morning, I woke up and found Mark in the other bed. The
trouble with dorm is that the bed is really only able to hold one
person. Maybe we could unscrew them from the floor and scoot them together
or something.
     Mark rubbed his eyes (we had awakened to his alarm clock going off)
and sat up. "Hey, Bruce." He said to me.
     "Have a late night?" I asked him.
     "Yeah, was out until about three, but I got it done."
     "That's good."
     "You'd better believe it." Mark agreed. "Look on your desk."
     I did and a familiar pack of papers was front-and-center. "My notes!"
I said. "You found them."
     "Something like that." Mark agreed. "I called some buddies and we
visited the other chemistry graduates. Second one knew who had them, and
then it was just a case of arranging to get them back for you."
     "Who had them?" I wanted to know.
     "You'll know when you see him today." Mark said and he grinned. "We
dyed his face bright blue." It was a sort of campus term for cheating,
being "caught blue-faced."
     "Thanks." I said. "I owe you big time for this."
     "Hey," Mark said. "Football gives me buddies who'll help without
asking why. Kind of what we use in place of brains like you."
     "Brawn instead of brains." I said. "Just glad I had it to help me out
when I needed it."
     "There's a sort of price, though." Mark said. "You have to help the
guys study for their next chemistry test like you did me."
     "Be glad to." I agreed.
     "Mark got dressed and dashed for his class (he was a last-minute sort
of morning person, just grab and go), and I settled back.
     Brains and brawn together. That was what Mark and I had going for us.
A pretty solid combination to build a life together on!

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