Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 16:41:49 -0700
From: Larry Woods <lwoods@pacific.net>
Subject: Corvallis Academy

     For more than a century Corvallis Academy had provided
Oregon's more promising male high school graduates two years of
free basic education. Nestled in the foothills north of town, the
academy had featured a faculty routinely described as sound if
not bold until Nobel Laureate Juergen Mueller M.D. had taken
control of the operation in 1997. During his tenure Doctor
Mueller had recruited the best and the brightest, had increased
salaries as necessary, and had given his staff a free hand.
     Two weeks into the fall quarter, Corvallis native Grady
Ahern met with his introductory psychology professor, Heath
Carrol, who had received his doctorate from Oregon State
University the previous June. After waving Grady into a chair,
Carrol said, "I understand Mister Flynn will be spending the
night with you and your parents." By Mister Flynn, Carrol meant
Pendleton's Sean Flynn, Grady's psych 101 study partner.
     "Yes sir," Grady acknowledged.
     "Doctor Quinlan and I are hoping you'll help out with a
research project. Do you consider yourself and Sean good
friends?"
     "We're getting there," Grady answered.
     The Carrol/Quinlan project involved a five-question test.
Grady and Sean would fill in the blanks with what they believed
to be the other man's answers, then would trade sheets and
correct misimpressions. Carrol gave the example, "Suppose
question one was 'Sean's favorite color is blank.' If you thought
his favorite color was red, you'd write A for red in the first
column, but when Sean got the paper and knew his favorite color
was C, blue, he'd put a C in the second column." Handing Grady a
sealed Manila envelope, Carrol said, "Don't read these until you
and Sean have half an hour alone. Will he be riding home with
you?"
     Grady shook his head, "He needs to go back to his place and
pick up his stuff."
     After class Sean took the bus to the residence hall, packed
clean clothes, and was waiting curbside when Grady arrived. As he
climbed into the pickup, Sean said, "Before we go over to your
house, my mom says I need to take your mom a present."
     Grady drove to his mother's favorite florist, Sean bought a
bouquet, and the men continued north to the Ahern's, a four-
bedroom two-story located between Porter Park and the high
school. Inside, Grady led the way to his room, pleased but
unsurprised when Sean gawked.
     "Dude this is awesome," Sean said. "You even have your own
bathroom."
     Grady asked, "Do you want to run before dinner?"
     "Let's get Carrol's questions out of the way," Sean
answered.
     Grady's bedroom had two of everything, desks included,
holdovers from an earlier era when he had shared the room with
his brother. Grady gave Sean Pat's desk, sat at his own, and
opened Carrol's envelope. He handed Grady one of the sheets and
read the first question on the sheet he had kept, 'How many times
does Sean orgasm per week? A) 0 or 1 B) 2-4 C) 5-6 D) 7-10 E)
more than 10'
     Although the men had never discussed specifics, Sean had
described himself as a horndog, so Grady gave him an E.
     Question Two asked, 'What percent of Sean's current orgasms
result from masturbation?'
     Grady knew that Sean had a girlfriend back home and that he
hadn't dated anyone locally. Grady again wrote an E, this time
indicating 100%.
     Question Three asked, 'Which of the following has Sean done
involving a partner of the opposite gender? A) He's been
masturbated. B) He's received oral sex. C) He's performed vaginal
intercourse. D) He's performed anal intercourse. E) He's
performed oral sex.'
     Aside from his brother, who'd done everything listed, Grady
knew only one man well enough to answer the question with
confidence, and that man wasn't Sean but rather Grady's best
friend, Connor Blake. As far as Sean went, he'd said he'd been
laid, Grady assumed he'd been blown, and the odds were better
than even he'd been jacked; Grady wrote 'A, B, & C.'
     Question Four asked about fantasies. 'When Sean masturbates,
he envisions, A) a same-gendered partner masturbating alongside
him B) receiving oral sex from a female C) receiving oral sex
from a male D) performing vaginal intercourse E) performing anal
intercourse on a same-gendered partner.'
     B and D were no-brainers, and Carrol had said that more
males than not masturbate with their friends, so Grady wrote 'A,
B, & D.'
     The last question asked, 'Which best describes Sean's sexual
orientation? A) totally straight B) mostly straight C) bisexual
D) mostly gay E) totally gay.
     Carrol had stated in class that nobody was totally straight;
Grady wrote 'B.'
     Before Sean had finished his test, Grady heard his parents'
car pulling into the garage. He took his guest downstairs and
introduced him. Grady's mom appreciated the flowers, she said,
and asked if the men wanted pot roast for dinner, which they
certainly did. On their way back upstairs, Grady asked, "How many
more questions do you have?"
     "I've answered them all, but I'm not sure about number
three."
     "I wasn't sure either -- just guess," Grady said.
     Shortly thereafter, when the men exchanged papers, Grady
learned that Sean had seriously underestimated his jack-off
frequency, that Sean didn't think he'd eaten pussy, and that Sean
considered him totally straight. That surprised Grady, because
the men had agreed nobody was.
     Grady's mother interrupted his perusal, calling upstairs,
"We'll eat in an hour -- if you're taking your run you'd better
get going."
     "Let's hit it," said Grady.
     Most evenings Grady ran west on Campus Way to the Irish Bend
bridge and back, a five-mile round trip. Trotting toward 35th
Street tonight, he said, "I've eaten a girl."
     Keeping pace comfortably, Sean asked, "Why'd you think I
beat off so much? I hardly ever do it more than once a day --
less in the dorm." Turning south, he remarked, "Sharing a room
truly sucks."
     One month into autumn, vibrant trees decorated Corvallis
just as they did every October; yellow ashes, red maples, and
multicolored sweetgums lined both sides of the street. "I had a
paper route along here back in high school," Grady said. "The
people in the ugly blue house have a hideous dog. He looks like a
rotweiller crossed with a pit bull."
     Once south of Harrison Boulevard the men picked up speed all
the way to the bridge. Resting midspan, watching the creek, Grady
asked, "What do you do when you need to get off and your
roommate's around? Use the bathroom?"
     "That or lie there and suffer," Sean answered. "or sometimes
I say 'What the fuck' and just do it. It's not like I've never
heard Josh."
     "Hearing another guy pounding pud turns me on," Grady said.
     On their way home, the men traded information as to whom
they'd heard jacking, Sean going first, saying, "I've heard Josh
three or four times, and I have a younger cousin that can't keep
his hand still once I turn off the lights."
     "I've heard my brother, of course," Grady said, "One of my
best friends at the high, he stays over sometimes -- I've heard
him."
     At home, while his guest took the first shower, Grady
reviewed Sean's answer sheet, correcting errors. Sean had guessed
Grady jerked off C) four-to-six times per week. Grady corrected
that by putting an E) more than ten times per week in the far-
right-hand column. Question Two asked what percent of Grady's
current orgasms resulted from masturbation, and Sean, like Grady,
had correctly guessed 100%.
     Question Three asked what Grady had done with a female. Sean
had guessed that Grady had fucked and been sucked but not that
he'd eaten a pussy; Grady added an E before moving on to Question
Four. Sean had guessed that Grady only fantasized D) fucking a
girl and B) having her suck him. Although those represented
Grady's most-frequent fantasies, he'd also contemplated A)
jacking off with a male and C) getting blown by a male.
     Finally, Question Five asked about his sexual orientation.
Whereas Sean had put down that Grady was A) totally straight,
Grady wrote B) mostly straight.
     Grady had just finished his revisions when Sean called from
the bathroom, "What towel do I use?"
     "There's dry ones in the closet," Grady answered. He looked
at his watch, saw that an hour had passed, and called downstairs,
"Can we have another ten minutes?"
     "All right, dear, but hurry," his mother called back.
     As soon as Sean came out of the bathroom, Grady rushed
through his shower, dried himself off, and put on clean sweats.
Dinner proceeded uneventfully with Sean showing impeccable
manners that would doubtless result in a return invitation. He
even helped Grady clean up the kitchen. Drying the skillet, he
asked, "You actually jerk it more than 10 times a week?"
     "I average just about twice a day," Grady answered.
     Sean asked, "Who lives at the other end of the hall?"
     "My sister and grandma. They're at the coast for a horse
show," Grady said
     After the men finished the dishes, Grady's dad kept Sean
downstairs discussing the Pendleton rodeo, giving Grady a chance
to review Sean's corrections. Upstairs, he learned that Sean
jacked a mere four to six times per week, meaning he'd accused
Grady of his own deficiency. Question Two confirmed that Grady
had guessed correctly, that masturbation accounted for all Sean's
current orgasms, but Question Three revealed that Sean had
surpassed Grady in one way at least; he'd had anal sex, an answer
Grady resolved to pursue. When Sean joined him, he asked, "Who'd
you buttfuck?"
     "Her name's Heather and she's the one who suggested it,"
Sean answered.
     "My bro says ass is better than pussy."
     Sean shrugged, "To be honest, I couldn't tell any
difference." Reviewing Grady's sheet, Sean asked, "Who's the guy
you fantasize blowing you?"
     "Just some generic guy," Grady said. "I love getting
sucked." Fearful he'd moved onto thin ice, Grady asked, "Want to
start with Dr. Martin's essay?"
     Besides taking introductory psychology together, the men
were taking cultural anthropology from Dr. Ted Martin, who'd
assigned them a five-hundred word essay comparing the burial
customs of First-Intermediate-Period Egyptians with those of the
Parsis. At ten, bored out of his mind, Grady asked, "Why'd you
put down you were bi?"
     His eyes still on the monitor, Sean answered, "Because I
think I'd like to hook up with a dude. I might join the
alliance."
     Corvallis Academy enrolled only males, so its Gay-Straight
Alliance lacked the lesbian element that attracted so many
straights in co-educational institutions. As a result, the males
who did join were presumed to be gay, though Grady knew at least
two who were not; 'ivory-tower-idealists' described his friends
better. "You're a good-looking guy -- you'll get hit on for
sure," Grady said.
     Sean asked, "Were Parsis the same as Zoroastrians?"
     Grady continued to work until he finally finished at ten
forty-five, then printed out what he'd written and turned off his
computer. After a sizeable yawn, he asked, "How long do you plan
to stay up?"
     "However long you want," Sean said. "I finished the paper,
so I'm looking at porn."
     No longer sleepy, Grady left his chair, stood behind Sean's,
and saw one of his major fantasies onscreen, a muscular male
titty-fucking a huge-chested blonde. "That's strokeworthy --
Carrol should have put it in his quiz," Grady said.
     "I had a girlfriend that let me do that till she got my junk
in her hair." Sean asked as he turned off the machine, "What
should I sleep in?"
     Grady misunderstood momentarily and nearly answered, 'Pat's
bed,' but before he could say that, he realized what Sean meant.
"Whatever you want -- I usually sleep in my shorts."
     The men took turns in the bathroom before they stripped to
their boxers and climbed into their beds. His mouth tasting of
toothpaste, Grady said as he switched off the lamp, "Tell me
about the girl you pearl-necklaced." During Sean's graphic
description Grady pulled his rod through his fly. When Sean had
finished, he said, "That was totally hot. Would you call it your
all-time-best squirts?"
     "One of my all-time-best anyway. Are you jacking?"
     "A little," Grady answered.
     "Maybe I'll do it too," Sean said.
     The street light outside lit the room just enough for Grady
to see Sean's covers rise when he pushed down his shorts. When
ripples in the middle of the bed indicated Sean had begun working
himself, Grady slid from under the sheets and went to his desk.
     Sean asked, "What are you doing?"
     "Getting my lube." Taking the K-Y from his drawer, Grady
noted that less than half remained in the tube. "I'll need to
pick up more of this shit, but there's enough for tonight. Want
to try some?"
     "Please," Sean replied, uncovering his body, his shorts at
his knees.
     On Carrol's quiz, Sean had claimed to be bi, but that didn't
necessarily mean he found Grady attractive. His brother's fiancee
had described Pat's best friend as a dreamboat whereas Grady
considered him cullish. Testing Sean, Grady asked, "Did you want
me to put it on you?"
     "Not too much though," Sean said.
     Grady squeezed an inch-long strip of gel on his palm.
Sitting beside Sean, he wished he had enough light to see Sean's
dick better but feared that turning on the lamp might embarrass
his partner. He gripped Sean's hardon, slid his fingers up and
down it, and asked, "Want me to bust you?"
     "No kidding." Sean slid his hand inside Grady's boxers; he
tugged Grady's nutsac. Soon he said, "Gonna cum any time."
     Sean's eruption differed from any other Grady had witnessed
in real life or in porns. As Grady jacked faster, Sean gurgled,
arched his back, and tensed every muscle. Each time his cock
spat, he thrust upward; when he'd emptied his load, he curled up
in a ball.