Date: Wed, 04 Jun 2003 12:27:25 -0400
From: No Name <ghettorod@hotmail.com>
Subject: Drew & Paul; College Encounters Part Three

OK, now that I've tried my hand at pure fiction (See Part Two; Summer
Segments), back to the "semi-factual" encounters of college life for Paul
and me. For those of you who haven't read the earlier parts, you might want
to go to the  Gay Male High School Section and check out Drive In Movie
Encounter. It is factual and describes my introduction to M2M sex during the
last few weeks of my senior year in high school and the summer before
college.
We now take up the story at the beginning of Our third year of college. As
before, you need to know this story contains detailed descriptions of sex
between guys of varying ages. I have taken some liberties by changing names,
places, and locations, but the events are factual. If you are offended by
this type of story, please do not read it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and
maybe find some semblance to events in your past.

Drew & Paul; College Encounters Part Three:

Segment One; Junior Year; 1961

Chapter One;

     Well summer had finally passed. Paul and I had continued the
relationships with our close friends, J.R. and his roomie/lover Gene, and
with Stu, our resident golf pro. Stu had been rather scarce, since he was
buisy on the summer swing of the PGA Tour and wasn't home a lot. We made up
for lost time when he DID swing thru. We still hadn't talked him into a
threesome yet, but continued to get together with him individually. I felt
he was weakening though, and it was only a matter of time.

     The biggest event of the summer was my 21st birthday, and Paul turned
20 a little over a month later. We celebrated mine by an all out orgy with
J.R. and Gene. There was a very formal ceremony to burn my fake ID, since I
could buy our booze legally now.

     School began in earnest. Paul and I were now senior cadets in ROTC. I
had made the rank of Cadet Captain and was a Squadron Commander, of course,
under the supervision of regular Air Force Officer Instructors. I didn't
have as much free time as before, since my duties required me to handle much
of the physical training of junior cadets, such as drill and ceremonies and
room inspections.

     Paul had risen rapidly in his Army ROTC role also. He was a Cadet First
Lieutenant and a Platoon Leader. He was gone more now with additional
duties, and field exercises. I never could get into his excitement for
crawling around in the mud, with explosives going off all around him.

     It was about the fourth week of classes. Paul was in the field again
and would be gone all weekend. I was bored and decided to take in one of the
adult theaters Saturday night. As I mentioned in an earlier part, "adult"
theaters weren't the sleazy claptraps of today. They were regular theaters
that showed adult films. Some of them even still had balconies.

     I got my popcorn and soda, went upstairs and stood at the back until my
eyes adjusted to the dark. I was practically alone. I could see two heads
about halfway down, sitting all the way down the row, next to the wall. It
appeared they were two guys.

     The seats were separated from the upstairs lobby by a wall. A curtained
door opened to steps that divided the seats into two sections. I moved down
to the far end of the back row on the right. I could see the two heads in
front of me against the light from the screen. They appeared to be
whispering back and forth.

     The movie was not much as far as a story line, but there was lots of
sex and the women were gorgeous. I was more interested in the hard dicks on
the studs servicing them or being serviced by them. Where in the hell do
they find guys with dicks THAT humongous?

     The first movie had ended as I finished my snacks, and a second had
started. This one had a couple of lesbian scenes. I happen to glance at the
two patrons near the front row...Hey, there was only ONE head now. I didn't
see anybody walk up the aisle. Also, I noticed the one head was tilted back
against the top of the seat!

     Well, Duh! It didn't take long to figure out what was going on. Sure
enough, the second head popped back up beside the first and I saw the two
heads merge together in a kiss. The second guy's head then disappeared in
front of the other. My cock hardened in my shorts and I unzipped them to
squeeze it.

     I was now watching the scene in the balcony, more that that on the
screen. I sensed a presence and turned my head to see a man standing at the
the end of the row, waiting for his eyes to adjust. My attention went back
to the show in the seats, and I pulled my hard cock out of my shorts and
began stroking it.

     I glanced over again and the man had moved down my row about four or
five seats. I could see pretty good now, and could tell he was looking
around and had also discovered the action in front of us. I saw him put his
hand in his lap and figured he was playing with his dick.

     After a few minutes, he must have seen me sitting at the far end of the
row. He got up and scooted over a few more seats. There were only three or
four seats between us now. I continued stroking my cock and could see him
watching my hand. Again he moved over, this time to the seat next to mine.
We watched the two guys for a while, then he leaned over and whispered in my
ear, "Looks like they're not as interested in the movie as they are in each
other."

     "Yeah", I whispered back, "They've swapped off a couple of times. Must
feel pretty good, from the way that guy is rolling his head around."  I
glanced at my new neighbor, trying to get a better look at his features. He
appeared to be a middle aged guy, a little overweight, with glasses. He had
a moustache and a small goatee.

     He noticed my cock in my hand and commented, "Looks like you're
enjoying the show also." I felt his leg press against my bare leg. The rough
twill of his pants tickled the hairs on my leg and gave me chill bumps. I
was certain now he was cruising me.

     I opened my legs a little to give him a better look. This caused my leg
to press harder against his and he took this as a signal it was OK to go
further. His right hand moved to his knee and pretended to scratch it, then
stayed there. He then rubbed it against the side of my knee lightly, and
when I didn't object, he moved his hand completely onto my knee and squeezed
gently.

     The hand began sliding up my left leg a little, then back to the knee.
The next time, it moved higher. Finally, his hand bumped against my hand
which was still stroking my leaking cock. I moved my hand out of the way
giving him a clear path. He didn't hesitate to put his hand on my throbbinng
dick and stroke it gently.

     "Do you mind me doing this?" He whispered.

     "No, feels good to have somebody else play with it." Geez! I was
sounding like an innocent little virgin. I figured that's what he wanted to
hear, and I didn't want him to stop. He reached down in the opening of my
shorts and tried to feel my balls, but it was a little tight.

     He reached over with his other hand and undid the button at the
waisband of my shorts. "Raise up a little", he said with a little catch in
his voice. I did as asked and he slipped my shorts and briefs down to my
knees. Now he fondled my balls, squeezing gently and causing me to moan
softly. "Oh, yes, what a nice set of balls. And what a delicious dick", he
said as his other hand stroked the hard shaft. "Can I taste it?"

     I nodded silent ascent, so he bent over and licked the head, keeping
his hand on the shaft. "Mmmmm...that's good," I moaned. His head bobbed on
my dick for a few minutes, then he pushed my shorts and briefs down to my
ankles and over my feet. Tossing them on the seat next to me, I was now
naked from the waist down.

     The man moved in front of me on his knees and got between my legs,
which were now spread wide. His moustache and goatee tickled the inside of
my thighs. He really went to work on my raging cock and balls, bringing long
groans from me as I really started getting into it. "Ohhhh...Suck
it...Yeah...Like that...Mmmmm...Don't stop...Harder..Faster...Deeper, take
it all!" I gasped squirming in the seat.

     As my climax approached, the man could feel my dick swell and my
breathing increase. He slid a finger in the crack of my ass and found my
winking pucker. He slid his finger in and fucked me to a roaring peak. I
groaned louder than I meant to, "Oh, Yeah...I'm Cumming...I'm
Cumming...Unngh...Unngh...Unngh!"

     He took my load hungrily and kept sucking until I softened in his
mouth. After he sat up, he leaned over and kissed me deeply. His face was
wet with my cum smeared all over his facial hair. "That was delicious, thank
you" he whispered as I slipped my clothes back on.

     He got up and walked toward the door. I wanted a better look at him so
I followed him and saw him go into the restroom. I stayed at the curtain
until he came out and got a shock. "Holy shit!" I said to myself. "That's
Professor Martindale!!". I was in his Economics class for Pete's sake.

Chapter Two;

     I went back to my empty apartment with all kind of thoughts running
thru my mind. What was I going to do when I had him for class the next
Tuesday? How would I react when I saw him? Would he recognize me? Had he
known it was me he was sucking me off? Wow! This was going to be
interesting.

     Paul came home late Sunday worn out from playing GI Joe Commando. I
told him about my encounter, but left out that it was my professor. He
decided he wasn't quite as worn out as he thought at first... at least ONE
part was still rarin' to go. So, I took care of it slowly and then he was
truly worn out.

     As it turned out, Professor Martindale had a staff meeting to attend
Tuesday, so he left word that class was cancelled and would resume on
Thursday. I had a couple more days to think of how to handle it.  I used the
hour to inspect the Freshmen Cadets' rooms.

     This year, a brother and sister came in with the Fresmen ROTC crop. The
sister caught my eye. Her name was Rachael Carson and she was gorgeous.
About 5' 5", 115 lbs, and a stunning 36C-25-35 figure that filled out her
uniform quite nicely. She seemed to take notice of me too.

     Her brother's name was Randy and he was also gorgeous. 5' 8", 150lbs,
short blonde hair, with blue eyes and a boyish face that belied his age of
19. He looked like he didn't even shave yet. He had his sister's cute button
nose, a nice smile and a set of beautiful white teeth. He was slim and
looked in great shape. I made a note to try and get to know both of them.

     Well. Thursday rolled around and Professor Martindale's Advanced
Economics 301 met. As I walked in, he was at his desk. He looked up as I
walked past his desk, went back to the book he was looking in, then glanced
up sharply with a slight frown on his face. "Mornin' Professor Martindale",
I said with a straight face.

     "Good morning, Mr. Malone", he responded still looking a little
curious.

     Class proceed on time and I noticed he would glance at me when he
thought I wasn't looking. Once or twice, I looked up and caught him. I would
smile and watch him turn away like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie
jar.

     When class ended, I hung back until the room had cleared. As I walked
by his desk this time I said "How was your weekend Professor"?

     "Humm..What? Oh...Ah...Fine", he replied.

     "See any good movies"?

     His eyes shot up, and he looked at me intently. Then, as the
realization dawned on him he gasped. "That...That was...YOU?"

     "Yep, it sure was. You give a mean blow job Professor!" His face turned
ghostly white and his hands shook as he pulled off his glasses. He looked
down at his desk at a loss for words.

     I let him suffer for just a moment, then grinned and leaned over close
to him. "Don't worry Professor Martindale. It's cool. I really enjoyed it".

     He looked up and licked his lips. "Do you really mean that, Drew?


     "Believe it! Relax, I'm not about to blab anything. As a matter of
fact, I wouldn't mind an encore".

     He  slumped back in his chair. "Thank you for understanding. Are you
serious..you want to do it again?"

     "Sure, it's like Economics". His face questioned that remark. "It's
like the Basic Law of Supply And Demand...I've got the supply, and you've
got the demand".

      I guess the shock was finally wearing off. He chuckled and said "Good
point Mr. Malone. Why don't you drop by my office, say this afternoon about
4 and we'll discuss it".

     "You got it, Professor. I'll be there", I said and left for my next
class with a tingling in my loins.

     Rachael Carson was in my Trig class and smiled warmly as I sat down
beside her in the next row of seats. We chatted briefly before the bell rang
and, when class was over, I stopped her at the door. "How about a soda at
the Union?"

     "I'd love to, but I can't today. I'm meeting with my advisor to work on
my degree plan. Could I have a raincheck?"

     "Sure, no problem", I replied, somewhat disappointed. "Tomorrow would
be fine", she smiled sweetly, rescuing my ego. "Great! I'll talk to you
after class tomorrow."

     At 4 o'clock, I knocked on Professor Martindale's door. "Come in", his
voice said. As I opened the dorr and he saw it was me, he smiled. "I wasn't
sure you'd show up. Are you sure you want this?"

     "Yes, I'm sure. You really got me good at the movie. I've been thinking
about it since".

     "Then lock the door and come over here my boy".

     I walked around his desk to stand in front of his chair which he had
pushed back. He licked his lips as he glanced at my tented shorts. "May I?"
he asked as he put his hands on the waist of my shorts. I nodded yes and he
slowly lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them and pulled my shirt
over my head. I kicked off my sneakers and stood there in just my briefs.

     As I hooked my thumbs in them, he stopped me saying, "No, let me". He
put his hands on my ass an pulled me to his mouth. He breathed his warm
breath on my cock thru the cloth and fondled my balls with one hand, keeping
the other on my ass.

     "Ahhh...Yessss", I groaned as I warmed to his touch.

     He started mouthing the outline of my dick, wetting my briefs with his
tongue. "Mmmmm...You sure know how to turn your students on Professor" I
said as I closed my eyes.  He worked my balls out the leg of my briefs and
began bathing them with his raspy tongue, causing chills to run up my spine.
"Yeah...play with them...that feels so good" I urged.

     His other hand slipped under my briefs in back and rubbed my ass. His
middle finger ran up and down my crack, making me move my hips side to side.
The finger found my hole and tickled the outside, while he pulled my cock
out of the front and swallowed it. "Ahhhh" I gasped from the dual pleasure.
After a few minutes, the Professor pulled my briefs down and off leaving me
completely naked and at his mercy.

     He went back to his dual manipulation of my cock and ass, until I was
close to blowing my load. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled off. My eyes
opened and I looked at him to ask why, when he said "I want you to fuck me
Drew! I've been thinking about it all day."

     "Yeah, I'd like that", I said. I was going to fuck my Professor of
Economics! He had to be around 55 and I was going to stick my dick in his
ass!

     He quickly stood up and dropped his pants and boxers to his feet and
kicked them aside. He was still wearing his shirt and tie. His body was very
white, and his legs looked skinny. His dick was only about 4" long hard and
could just barely be seen sticking out of a very thick bush. He opened a
desk drawer and pulled out a tube of KY. Handing it to me, he bent over his
desk and opened his ass.

     I noticed his asshole had a ring of hair around it. It looked like a
pussy!. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between his cheeks and
tongued his hole until it was slick with my  saliva. Professor Martindale
almost climbed over his desk. "My Godddd...Drew, I never felt anything like
that!" Oh, your tongue is driving me crazy. Oh, yes, lick it like
that...Ahhh...Yes...Yes...Stick your tongue in me". I raised up and pushed a
good bit of lube up his hole and spread it around, tickling his prostrate.

     When I felt he was opened up, I lubed up my dick and pressed it against
his hole. "Give it to me, Drew...Fuck me with your big hard cock". I guess
my 6 1/2-7 inches did seem big to him. I gave a push and my dick sank in his
ass up to my balls without the slightest resistance. I wondered how many
other dicks had been there.

     I grabbed his hips with both hands and pulled my dick out until just
the head remained. Then I rammed it back all the way til my balls bounced
off his ass. "Oooofff...Yeah...Fuck me hard...Do it, Drew, Fuck your
Professor's ass!" His words spurred me into more speed and I began slamming
my cock in and out as hard and fast as I could.

     After 10 or 15 minutes, I slowed the pace and began a series of short
strokes. At the same time, I reached around and started jacking his dick.
"Unngh...Unngh...Ahhh...Ahhh...So Good...So Good...Don't Stop...You've got
me close...Keep fucking...Keep fucking!" His ass was rotating around my dick
wildly and he kept squeezing his ass muscles as I pulled out, then relaxing
them and rotating his ass as I pushed back in.

     "Oh, Yeah, Professor, Move that ass...Yeah...That's it...Show me how
much you like my hard cock fucking your ass!"  This couldn't last long. We
were both moaning and groaning so loud, I hoped no one else was in the
hallway or I'm sure they would hear us. My hips were slapping loudly against
his ass as he pushed back to meet every thrust.

     "I'm going to cum, Drew...I'm going to cum, NOWWW!"

     I could feel his dick swell, then throb as his cum shot out over my
hand and over his desk top. This made me lose it so I gave him one more deep
thrust and blasted my load in his ass, groaning "Cummmming...I'm
cumming...Cumming in your ass, Professor...Take my load!"

     After the spasms finally stopped, the professor leaned over onto the
desk. I stayed in his ass as I rested against his back.  His shirt was
soaked with sweat, and my whole body was covered with a thin sheen. Finally,
I pulled my wet cock out, bringing one more groan from both of us.

     Professor Martindale sat down in his chair while I leaned my weight
against the edge of his desk. "That was...spectactular, Drew. you're the
first student I've ever done anything like this with".

     "You're the first teacher I've ever done anything like this with!" I
countered. We both laughed at that, then went into the professor's bathroom
to clean up. I retrieved my clothes and, after dressing left the office with
an invitation to repeat the "discussion" again any time.

Chapter Three;

     Classes moved along slowly. Paul and I were enjoying college life, not
only because of the sexual partners we had met, but other friends, both male
and female that we enjoyed knowing and hanging out with. One of the
highlights of the school year was a tradition that had started many years
ago. The Army and Air Force "Rotsie Bowl", a football game between cadets
from the two programs.

     Some of the cadets were on the varsity team, and were not allowed to
play. They were delegated the embarrassing job of dressing up as female
cheerleaders. It was worth a fortune to see those jocks in wigs and short
skirts, muscles bulging, jumping around and cheering their respective teams
on. For the most part, they were good sports about it. Naturally, they got a
hell of a lot of ribbing.

     The athletic department did it's part in the rivalry. They allowed us
to use the regular football teams uniforms, since it was full contact. Many
of the players on both sides had played football in high school so it wasn't
all strictly amatures. Air Force drew the dark "home' jerseys and white
pants, while Army wore dark pants and the white 'away' jerseys. I alternated
with at quarterback with a senior for the Air Force team. Paul was a wide
receiver for his Army squad. That prevented us from being on the field at
the same time...probably a good thing in the long run.

     We didn't have a lot of complicated plays and many were literally drawn
up in the huddle. Billy Ray Stanton, the primary Air Force quarterback had
been a pretty good player in high school. He led our team to a touchdown on
the first drive. Army came back and marched down the field, thanks to a
couple of great catches by Paul that kept the drive alive. They had to
settle for a field goal and we played thru halftime with the score Air Force
7, Army 3.

     Army had a better ground game than us, but we had the better air game
with Stanton. Sounds logical when you think about it. I had an adequate arm,
but was better at faking. Late in the third quarter, I did manage to get us
down close, but we had to kick a field goal when my third down pass attempt
fell incomplete.  Score Air Force 10, Army 3.

     In the fourth quarter, Paul caught a short pass and turned it into a 60
yard run for a score. The point failed; Air Force 10, Army 9.  The teams
went up and down the field after that, but neither could score. Army had one
last chance and took advantage of it. Again Paul caught a couple of crutial
third down passes to gain a first down. Time was running out and the drive
stalled on our six yard line. Army kicked the winning field goal as time
expired. Final; Army 12, Air Force 10.

     The beer was on us, as tradition dictated. There was a lot of bragging
and "Wait til next year" chants, but it was MOSTLY in good fun. Nobody likes
to lose, but Paul really razzed me about the game. "Ill collect when we get
home", he whispered in my ear as we dressed in the locker room. We had a bet
between us that let the winner make any sexual demand on the other (within
reason) and the loser had to comply.

Chapter Four;

     Paul decided he wanted an evening of servitude. I had to cook dinner
and serve it to him naked, then stand at the table while he ate. I had to
cut his meat up, then feed it to him. Afterward I had to prepare his bath
and actually bathe him in the tub. That part I didn't mind too much since I
got to get my hands on his dick. He wouldn't let me have much fun though and
kept me at bay.

     By the time I dried his sexy body off, I was ready to jump his bones. I
was so horny I thought my dick was going to explode.  "You're really getting
a kick out of this , aren't you?' I grumbled.

     "You can say that again", Paul replied smugly. "Now, prepare my bed.
I'm ready to retire". After I turned the covers down, he looked at my
throbbing dick and calmly said "Very good, you may now be excused to sleep
on the sofabed".

     "You're shitting me!" I said unbelievingly. "Don't press your luck
asshole. This has gone far enough! Can't you see I'm about to go nuts here?"

      Paul laughed and dropped his robe, displaying a rock hard cock. "Did
you think I would actually let you spend the night alone?"

     "Well, for a minute there, you had me wondering," I admitted as I took
him in my arms and smothered his mouth with kisses.

     We spent a glorious night of sex. It brought back memories of that
first night at the drive in movie with our friends Brian and Jack. Neither
Paul or I had ever done anything with another guy. I had made the first move
on Paul, and we ended up at the airport making wild, passionate love in the
Civil Air Patrol Squadron office.

     The room was filled with soft moans as we each pleasured the other
orally, finally ending with me fucking Paul until we both erupted in a blaze
of intense sexual fullfillment. We slept spooned against each other. Ah,
yes, nothing like a good fuck after an exhilirating game of football!

Chapter Five

     I enjoyed a few more sessions, "discussing" Economics with Professor
Martindale in his office over the course of the school year. Also Stu had
returned for a week's rest from the gruelling PGA tour. We just about had
him ready to try a threesome. He went so far as to have sex with Paul and I
in our apartment, but still individually.

     Paul went into the bedroom with him, while I stayed in the living room.
The sounds of sex was loud and their groans and moans, carried easily to the
rest of the apartment. I could hear the sound of bodies slapping together
and figured it was Stu fucking Paul, since Paul preferred bottom. That
assumption was confirmed when I heard Paul's voice urging Stu to "Ram it
in...fuck me...Make me cum!"

     They came out afterwards and we sat around naked, having a few drinks
while talking about the sex that just occured. Then, Stu and I went into the
bedroom and made our own music. Stu sucked me until I was about to cum, then
turned over and urged me to fuck him. Our coupling carried to Paul's ears in
the living room as Stu loudly described how good my cock felt in his ass.

     The fact that Stu was feeling comfortable enough to be naked with both
Paul and I was a good sign he was weakening. "I guess I am sort of curious",
he admitted. "I've really enjoyed sex with you both one on one. It's
starting to make me wonder how it would feel to have one of you in my mouth
while the other is in my ass".  We made tentative plans to maybe try a
threesome the next time he came thru.

Chapter Six;

     In the meantime, my relationship with Rachael Carson was moving along
nicely. We had begun seeing each other. At first, it was  a school dance,
then dinner and a movie, then the first tentative kiss, leading to some more
intense touching and feeling, until we finally ended up in bed in the
apartment when Paul was again out playing soldier.

     She turned out to be a wildcat in bed, sucking my dick with a passion
while I ate her delicious, jucy cunt out. She was one of those women who
could enjoy multiple orgasms, which made me feel like a real stud.  We
continued to see each other and have sex frequently.

     Rachael and her brother Randy had relatives in town. Therefore they
were given permission to live off campus, even though they were still
Freshmen. They lived with an aunt and uncle who were retired and traveled a
lot. They were happy to have the kids there to housesit.

     It made it convenient for Paul and me also. There were times Paul had
met a special guy and had wanted to "entertain" him at our place. Then,
sometimes Rachael and I wanted to be together, but Paul was home. It worked
out fine for the both of us.

     I had enjoyed fucking Rachael several times in her room. We always
tried to be careful to make sure Randy was gone, but sometimes it wasn't
possible. We tried to keep the noise down, but I wondered if Randy could
hear us, since Rachael was rather vocal. He HAD to know what was going on,
but didn't say anything.

     A couple of times, he would be downstairs in the den when she and I
finished screwing upstairs. He would look up as I walked thru on the way out
and always smiled and said goodbye. Sometimes, when he was dressed in shorts
or something equally casual, I could see a bulge in his crotch that got me
to thinking about how hot he looked.

Chapter Seven;

     One Saturday, I stopped by, hoping to catch Rachael and take her to a
movie. Randy answered the door in short shorts and a tee shirt. He told me
his sister had been invited to spend the night with some friends in the next
town and wouldn't be back until late the next evening.  I thanked him and
started to leave, when Randy stopped me, saying "Hey, wanna come in and stay
for awhile? I wouldn't mind a little company."

     "Sure", I said "I'm kinda on my own tonight too".

      We went into the den and Randy asked if I wanted a beer, which I
accepted. He got a couple out of the fridge and brought them into the room.
We were sitting together on the sofa and watching some documentary on TV. We
talked about school and grades and ROTC to pass the time. Randy said he
wasn't planning on going into the military, but Rachael had talked him into
joining with her. He hoped to work in administration, since he was majoring
in business.

     "So Randy,how's college life treating you? I'll bet more than one or
two gals have come after a good looking kid like you."

     He blushed and said "Well, a few, you know, but nothing serious." We
finished our beers and he got up to get us a refill. When he sat back down,
he was quiet for a few minutes, then asked me if I minded a personal
question.

     "Not at all", I said, "Shoot."

     "Well, I know you and my sister have been seeing each other for a
while, and I know you two have been gettin' kinda close".

     "Your sister is a great gal" I answered cautiously. "I really enjoy
knowing her..and you too". What was he getting at?

     "I know you and Rachael have had sex", he began, "I've heard you two
upstairs sometimes when she's gotten a little loud."

     "Oh, hey Randy, I'm sorry if it upsets you, I...".

     Randy interrupted to say "No, that's not it. Actually, I couldn't help
gettin' turned on by the noise".

     Turned on by his SISTER getting fucked? Was this guy some kind of
wierdo who wanted to bang his sister?

     "I could hear her telling you to fuck her with your big dick! I got so
hot a few times, I jacked off listening to it. I could picture your dick
going in and out of her pussy and it got me hot!"

     I was taken by surprise. Randy was turned on by ME, not his sister! He
was obviously shy and squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa beside me. He
turned and pulled his left knee up on the sofa, facing me. I could see he
was hard in his shorts. His cock was clearly outlined thru the soft fabric.
My dick began rapidly rising also and I had to shift a little to relieve the
building pressure.

     "Let me get this straight, Randy. You were getting hot and jacked off,
thinking about ME?"

     "Yeah", he said nervously. "Drew, I hope you aren't disgusted with me.
I've wanted to tell you how I felt all year, but was afraid what you'd
think".

     I moved next to him and said, "Let me show you what I think". I reached
my hand behind his head and pulled him to me and fastened my lips to his. I
saw his eyes open wide, then close dreamily as his mouth opened to admit my
searching tongue. We held the kiss for quite a while, our bodies moving
together, our breathing growing heavier.

     "Mmmmm, Randy moaned as my other hand slid under his tee shirt and
rubbed his chest. I broke the kiss and moved my lips to his neck where it
joins the shoulder and began kissing and nuzzling the sensitive spot.

     "Ohhhh, Drew, if you only knew how much I've wanted to do this"!

     "Me too, buddy, me too", I whispered as I began to pull his shirt over
his head. He raised his arms and I latched on to his mouth again as it
peeked out of the neck of his shirt.  I laid him out on the sofa and moved
my body against his. I slipped one knee between his legs and pushed it up
into his crotch. "Mmmmmmm", it was my turn to moan as I felt his hard cock
rub against my thigh. I put a hand behind him on his ass and pulled him
tighter against my own erection. We dry humped each other as our mouths
meshed and our tongues fought each other to explore.

     Randy reached for the bottom of my shirt and tried to pull it out of my
jeans. I rolled away far enough for him to pull it up and over my head then
moved to his chest, circling a nipple with my tongue. As my mouth closed
over the nub and starting nibbling and sucking the hard little point, Randy
pushed against me and let out a long groan. "Ahhhh...Yessss...That feels so
nice, Drew".

     I continued to work on his nipples while I began to unbuckle his
shorts. I pulled the zipper down and reached inside to grasp his throbbing
boner. "Mmmmmm...Oh, God, Oh God", he moaned, thrashing his body around
under me. "I want to feel you too", he gasped as his fingers fumbled with my
belt.

     "Hold on, babe", I whispered. I stood up and kicked off my socks and
sneakers, then unbuckled my belt. As I unzipped my jeans, Randy raised his
hips and pulled his shorts off, lying there now clad only in a pair of light
blue briefs. I could see a wet spot where his pre cum was leaking thru. I
quickly got out of my jeans and knelt down in front of the sofa, even with
his crotch. I put my hand on his bulge and squeezed his rod, leaning over
until I could kiss his pouty, swollen lips. Randy had the softest mouth I
had ever kissed. His lips stayed soft as he sucked on my tongue.

     I was anxious to see his cock. I had wondered how it might look and
wasn't disappointed. As I slowly pulled his briefs down, I trailed my open
mouth over his quivering belly, down into his pubic hair as it came into
view. The head of his dick peeked over the top of his briefs and I kissed
the tip of it, then licked it with my tongue as I pulled his briefs down a
little more. I wanted to tease him a bit before giving him what we both
wanted, so I exposed a little more cock, licking the underside.

     "Ohhh...I love that...Mmmmm...you're driving me up the wall, Drew".
Randy's cock was cut, and was about 5 1/2 " long, not real thick, with a
beautiful arrow-shaped head and a straight, smooth shaft. He was very
sensitive just where the head of his dick joined the shaft, and I
concentrated on that spot. I flicked my tongue back and forth across it,
then sucked on it. Randy arched his back raising his hips and forcing his
dick harder against my mouth.

     I still hadn't taken it in my mouth and I wasn't going to give in to
the urge yet. I pulled his briefs down far enough to expose his balls, which
were drawn up tightly under the base of his dick. I took the wrinkled sac
into my mouth and ran my tongue over the surface, causing Randy to suck in
his breath and put a hand on the back of my head gently.

     "Yesssss...Don't stop...Play with my balls...Ohhhhh, man...What a
rush!"  His fingers were stroking the hair on the back of my head as he
moved his hips side to side, while I continued my assault on his nuts. I ran
my tongue farther down and licked the area between his balls and his ass.
With one hand stroking his cock, I moved my head tighter between his
outspread legs until his ballsac was mashed against the side of my face. I
put my open mouth on the tender perineum and flatted my tongue against it,
licking back and forth. Randy's body arched up and froze as he endured the
erotic torture. "Ohhhhh...Ohhhhh...I love it...I love it!"

     I finally moved back from his squirming body and whispered, "Why don't
we go upstairs where we can be more comfortable?"

     "Let's go to my room", Randy gasped. He pulled his briefs off, grabbed
me by the hand and led me up the stairs. I enjoyed watching his cute litte
ass jiggle right in front of my face.

     As soon as we got into his room, we came together in a tight embrace,
bodies fused, mouths together, tongues dueling. I bent down and picked Randy
up in my arms. With my lips still covering his, I walked us to the bed and
put a knee on it as I laid him gently down and covered his body with mine. I
was still in my briefs, but Randy quickly took care of that. He hooked his
thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down...out to clear my raging hard
on...and off my feet. Now our naked bodies rubbed together. My cock slipped
between his legs and he closed them, trapping me in a tight lock. His balls
rubbed against the top of my dick and I began to dry fuck him.

     "That feels great", he groaned as my pre cum lubed us both and made my
cock slide back and forth easily, creating a maddening friction. "I want to
feel your cock inside me."

     "In time, my little lover, in time. First, I want to taste that
beautiful dick you have between your legs". I opened his legs with my hands
and moved down to the object of desire. Randy's dick lay throbbing on his
stomach, gently bouncing with the beat of his heart. I put my arms under his
legs and drew his knees up beside my ears as I breathed warm air on his
prick.

     "Yessss...Take it...I want to feel your mouth on my cock...Suck it for
me...Please Drew...Suck me" He moaned. His knees lay across my shoulders and
my hands were on each of his hips. I licked him from his balls to the tip of
his dick, then raised it up with my hand and kissed around the crown,
licking off the pre cum there.

     "Ahhhhhhhhh" Randy let out in a long sigh. I began taking more and more
of his delicious cock into my mouth sucking gently and running my tongue
along the underside. "Mmmmmmm" he was biting his lower lip and had his eyes
closed tightly. When my nose dug into his pubic hair, I moved my head in a
circle, causing his dick to move around in my mouth. This brought pleasure
from different angles and his hips jerked in response.

     Randy opened his eyes and raised up on his elbows to watch the action
on his cock. I looked up into his eyes and winked as I withdrew to where
just the head was still covered. His mouth formed a silent "O" as I sucked
the sensitive crown. We continued to hold eye contact as I kept my mouth on
his dick. I moved a hand to his ass and let a finger trail up and down his
crack.

     His eyes opened wide and he licked his lips as he felt the finger stop
at the entrance to his tunnel. He raised his hips, driving his cock into my
mouth, but opening his ass for me to continue. I tickled his pucker, running
my finger around the ultra-sensitive opening. I applied a little pressure
and it slipped in to the first knuckle.

     Randy dropped back flat on the bed and began pumping his hips up and
down, trying to get more finger. It worked both ways. As he raised up, his
cock would slide in my mouth to the base, then when he pulled back, he
impaled his ass on my finger. He was babbling incoherantly as his head
rolled from side to side.

     "Oh, Drew...I can't take any more...I'm going to cum pretty soon".

     I released his throbbing dick long enough to say "Go ahead babe...I
want you to cum for me...Let me taste your load". That said, I went back to
sucking his cock and fingering his ass unti I felt him tense his muscles.

     "Oh, God...Here it comes...I'm there, Drew...I'm gonna cum...Gonna
cuuummm!" Randy's body arched into a tight bow, then as I felt his dick
swell, it began jerking and I tasted his sweet cum as it blasted. His
sphincter spasmed on my probing finger and I pumped it back and forth,
tickling his prostrate while my mouth bobbed furiously on his spurting dick.

     "Unnngh...Unnngh...Cumming, Drew...Cumming...Don't stop...Oh my
God...Unnngh" Randy groaned thru clenched teeth. I thought he would never
stop, but since all good things must come to an end, so he did. He lay
collapsed on his back, limbs all akimbo, totally wasted and gasping for
breath. I sucked on his softening cock, making his body give little
uncontrollable jerks, until I finally let my prize pop out of my mouth and
slowly pulled my finger out of his ass. I moved up to lay beside him and
hold him close as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

     "My God, Drew, that was incredible" Randy said as he turned his head
and kissed me deeply. "I can taste me on your tongue", he whispered.

     "Mmmmmm, I may never brush my teeth again", I said softly.

     "You're a nut!". He suddenly became aware that I was still hard as a
rock. "My turn to taste you now", he said as he moved down my body to take
me in his mouth.

      I gasped at the intense pleasure of his hot mouth as he went up and
down on my dick. "Ohhhhh, suck me you beautiful little cocksucker, your
mouth is so hot"! I grunted.

     Randy worked on me furiously, stopping when he felt my body start to
swell. "Oh no you don't", he said. "That cock is going to fuck me before I
let you cum"!

     I put a couple of pillows behind me as I raised up into a sitting
position with my back against the headboard. Taking a bottle of lotion from
the bedside table, he quickly slicked up my sensitive dick. He then
straddled me with a knee on either side of my hips, and lined his ass up
with my throbbing rod. With his hand, he guided me into his waiting hole and
slowly lowered himself onto my cock, shutting his eyes. When he was sitting
on my lap, with my dick buried to the hilt in his ass, he opened his eyes
and smiled. He leaned forward, pulling a couple of inches of dick out, and
our mouths joined in a tender kiss.

     He started raising up and down on my pole, groaning at the deep
penetration this position allowed. Randy kept his mouth fused against mine
as he did most of the work. I put a hand under each ass cheek and helped him
bounce up and down. "Mmmmph...Mmmmph...Mmmmph" we both mumbled as the fuck
heated up.

     I was getting pretty close. Randy had left me on the verge of cumming
when I sucked him off, and he was going to get me soon. I pushed him back
and moved on top to fuck him Missionary style. We were still locked in our
kiss and he wrapped his legs around my hips, locking his heels behind my
butt. I started trying to nail his ass to the bed and he gave back every bit
of what he got. His hips rose to meet my thrusts.

     The room echoed with the slap of my hips against his ass as we rushed
to the peak.  Pulling our mouths apart to try and catch our breaths, I
looked into his eyes as I started alternating short, fast, jerky strokes
with long, slow ones. This did it for both of us. Randy's cock spurted cum
on both our bellies and his butt spasmed, causing me to blast my load deep
into his rectum.

     We lay there exhausted, our chests heaving as our breath rasped thru
open mouths. I stayed in him until my cock softened enough to slip out and
rest in his crack.  I kissed his mouth again and told him how great a fuck
that had been.

     "I've never felt so excited", Randy smiled, "I'll probably be walking
bowlegged for a week...But I'll be smiling!"

     I laughed and hugged him tight as I whispered in his ear "You're a nut
too, but I'm so glad you asked me to stay tonight. I hope this is just the
beginning of a long friendship."

     I could see tears in his eyes as he said "Thank you for staying, and
thank you for the wonderful sex. I want to repeat this night many times."

     We got up and showered, then curled up in bed. Before going to sleep, I
told Randy about Paul and me and our agreement. I asked him if he might like
to join us some time for a threesome.

     "I've never been in a threesome', he said."As a matter of fact, tonight
was only the third time I've ever had sex with another guy, and the FIRST
time I've been fucked!" If Paul is anything like you, I'm not sure I'll
survive a threesome. Only one way to find out! I'd like to try it!"

     With that settled, we dropped off into a deep sleep. Randy woke me up
once, sucking my dick. After he made me cum, we slept til morning, and I
fucked him again, jacking him off at the same time. After a quick shower, we
dressed and had some breakfast. We spent the day together and had one more
round, sucking each other off before I had to leave. I went back to the
apartment with a contented smile on my face.

Segment Two; Summer

Chapter One;

     That summer, Paul and I were required to attend two weeks of advanced
summer ROTC camp. Since I was Air Force and he was Army we would be at
separated locations. It was going to be lonely being separated. We realized
that we would only be together one more year. After we graduated and
received our commissions, we would be assigned to different services, in
different parts of the world maybe. Chances of seeing each other, except
maybe during leave, would be extremely unlikely. We had known each other
most of our lives and had been inseparable for the last three years. The
time left was precious.

     We had one last night of sex, before we were taken to the airport and
put on different military airplanes to be flown to our individual locations.
I was headed for Hill AFB in Utah, and Paul was scheduled for intensive
training in the Louisiana swamps.

    The flight to Utah as uneventful. We made four different stops to pick
up ROTC cadets from other universities, headed for the same camp. There were
about 75 cadets on the plane, 20 of which were females. Although girls were
permitted in ROTC, they were restricted to basically two fields; Nursing and
Administration. Women were not considered for "men's" jobs back then.

     When we landed at Hill, there were several other military planes
unloading cadets. We were taken by bus to the housing area, where building
and room assignments were waiting. The barracks were old, WWII type two
story wooden buildings, with a door at each end. Thank goodness, the insides
had been converted into 2-man rooms. Originally, they were what was called
"open-bay" barracks. As many as 30 or 40 men would sleep in an huge open
room in iron bunk beds. Compared to that, this was the Hilton. There was a
"latrine"(restroom) with multiple toilets and sinks, and an open shower
area. Each building had a separated room at the end of each floor where the
Cadet Squadron Commander and his second in command slept.

     Since I was a Squadron Commander, I found my room and quickly began to
unpack. We had very little time to get set, before "chow". I was putting
personal items in the foot locker at the end of my bed when a voice behind
me said "Hey, there, you must be Cadet Captain Malone". I turned around and
saw my "Number One" and was very surprised to see a tall Cadet First
Lieutenant in a uniform that showed off a nicely toned body. The surprise
was because he was black!

    Now, you might say "Big deal, he's black! so what?" Well, remember, this
was 1961. Most schools, especially in the South, were still segregrated.
Only recently had blacks been allowed to begin attending major, formerly all
white universities.  I had known several black guys back home. They had
attended a school for blacks and weren't allowed to mingle wif us "White
Folks". That moronic attitude had not interfered with our playing together
after school. We played football, baseball and other sports, and were
completely colorblind. They also weren't allowed in the public swimmimg
pool, but we all went skinny dipping at one of many nearby lakes or streams.
I had grown very close to many who hoped to have an opportunity to get a
good college education.

     My mind snapped back to the present as my roommate tossed his bag on
the other bed and stuck out his hand. "I'm Ronnie Baker, but friends call me
Ron."

     "Drew Malone, glad to meet you Ron. Need any help getting unpacked?"

     "Thanks, that'd be great! I'm running a little late. I think there was
some concern about rooming me with a white guy. If you have a problem with
it, I'll asked to be assigned to another room."

     "Don't be silly. Glad to have you. I hope we can be friends as well as
classmates."

     His face broke into a wide grin, showing beautifully white even teeth.
Ron was about 6' 1", and looked to weigh about 170 lbs. He had very nice
facial features indicating some mixed blood in his family history. His
complexion was a rich coffee brown, much lighter than most of my friends
back in high school. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His uniform
was tailored and fit him like a glove. I noticed as he turned his back to me
to open his bag that he had a nice bubble butt.

     We got everything put away and had a few minutes to talk about
ourselves. I told Ron about my background and that I was hoping to get into
flight school and become a fighter pilot. "I'm the first in my family to
consider making a career in the military and the first to go Air Force. My
uncle was killed in the Pacific in WWII, and a couple of cousins were
drafted but got out after their initial enlistment."

     "Yeah, I lost my father in Korea. He was a Marine and died at Pusan.  A
couple of my brothers got drafted and are in the Army. One is stationed in
Germany and one is in Japan. I was the youngest of four brothers and two
sisters. We're a lot alike...," he stopped and glanced at me, "Ah...I mean
like I'm also the first to want a military career. I'm certainly going to be
the first to graduate from college!"

     "Relax, Ron, I know what you mean. Don't be so uptight around me" I
said, "I don't feel uncomfortable around you, and I hope you can feel the
same with me."

     "It'll take some getting used to, I guess. I sometimes feel unwanted at
my own school."

     "Are there many black girls at your school? Surely they must be all
over you" I asked, probing a little.

     "Yeah, there are a few, but I don't have anything steady going on. They
pretty much hang out together."

     Hmmmm, that sounded encouraging as I picked up on some possible
signals. "I know what you mean" I said "It's the same with me. My best
friend Paul and I prety well do everything together" (Double meaning
words..Did he pick up on that?).

     Before we could get any further, the loud speaker announced chow.  Ron
and I hurried out to formation. We got the Squadron assembled and marched
them to the mess hall. I marched at the head of one of the two flights in
our squadron, Ron in front of the other.

Chapter Two;

     Summer camp was buisy and hectic. Between P.E., Classes, and Drill, our
days were pretty full. I noticed about ten other black cadets, of which four
held senior ranks. The Group Commander was one. He held the rank of Cadet
Colonel. There were ten squadrons, consisting of two flights each, under the
Group. Regular Air Force Officers supervised the cadets, and of course
taught the classes. They inspected the senior cadet officers' rooms, but it
was the responsibility of Ron and myself to inspect the rest of our
squadron.

     Ron and I did become close friends with mutual respect. I was starting
to fantasize about what it would be like to have sex with Ron. In the
showers, his body was very finely muscled, especially his chest and legs.
His dick was smaller than I had expected, listening to all the rumors that
blacks were all hung like donkeys. Ron's hung down about 6" soft over a nice
set of almost hairless balls. His pubic hair was a small patch of very curly
black hair. I carefully checked out his equipment the first time I saw him
naked. He seemed unconcerned about being bare in our room, and he slept
naked. I wondered how much bigger he would be hard.

    Somewhere toward the end of the week, I woke up about 2 AM. I wasn't
sure what had disturbed me. In the dim light filtering thru our window, I
glanced over and saw that Ron was awake also. He was breathing heavily and,
as I looked closer, I could see the sheet moving up and down rapidly over
the area of his hips.  My dick hardened as I realized what I was seeing. Son
of a Bitch, my roomie was jacking off, pounding the pork, choking the
lizzard! I listened as his breath caught and then a sharp intake of breath
and then a quiet groan as he got off. I waited a while, until his even
breathing indicated he was asleep and then I took care of my own cock,
catching my cum in a sock. I turned over and fell back to sleep.

     This scene was repeated several times the next few nights. I think
after a while, Ron knew I was awake and watching. I was pretty sure he was
aware that I was jacking off too. Now I was determined to see if Ron would
be interested in a little mutual fun.

     We got passes for the weekend, so we changed into civies and caught the
base bus into town to see what was what. There wasn't much to do at all in
Ogden. The Mormon influence pretty well ruled out any "adult" entertainment
places. We finally ended up going to a regular movie.

     It wasn't very crowded inside, so I ask Ron where he wanted to sit. I
was encouraged when he chose seats that were toward the back and away from
the aisle. We watched the movie, ate our popcorn, and drank our sodas. Ron
leaned forward to put his empty popcorn box on the floor between his legs.
This caused his leg to move against mine. I left mine where it was and
waited to see what would happen. When Ron sat back up, his leg stayed in
contact.

     Nothing happened for a while, until I felt him raise his leg slightly
and then move it back down, applying a little pressure. I returned the
pressure and repeated the movement with my leg. Ron moved his arm closer on
the armrest and lightly squeezed my leg. "Boring movie, huh?"

     "I'll say. I can think of lots of things I'd rather be doing right
now".

     His hand was still on my knee and his fingers began stroking the inside
of my leg. He leaned closer and whispered "I notice you looking at me a lot,
especially in the shower. Any reason why?"

     "I just think you're a great looking guy. You keep in great shape."

     "You KNOW what I've been doing in bed at night, don't you? I've seen
you watching."

     "Well, you haven't exactly been too quiet about it."

     "Guess not. Maybe that's because I liked you watching me. I know you
must have liked what you saw. I noticed you jacking off too."

     I put my hand over his on my leg and whispered back "Yeah, guess I
can't deny that. It turned me on knowing you were playing with your dick."

     His hand moved up my leg, still covered by mine. It reached my dick and
squeezed it thru my pants. I urged him to continue by squeezing his hand
with mine and let out a moan. "Mmmmmm...that feels good."

    Ron held my cock for a few minutes, then I lowered my zipper and guided
his hand inside. He felt my hardness thru my briefs for a while then pulled
his hand out. As he took my hand and moved it into his lap, I heard the
sound of his zipper being pulled down. It sounded awfully loud in the
theater, but, luckily there was no one close.

     He guided me into the opening and I felt the rigid flesh of his cock.
Ron was wearing boxers and his prick was sticking thru the opening. He
hissed as I ran my thumb over the head, feeling the wettness of his pre cum.
It was his turn to moan softly as my hand stroked what felt like a pretty
big piece of meat.

     The theater was OK for this, but we both wanted more. "Why don't we go
back to the room" I whispered, horsely. We need to find a bed!"

     Ron nodded his agreement, so we zipped up, adjusted our equipment and
headed out to catch the bus back to base.

Chapter Three;

     The bus ride seemed to take forever, but finally we arrived back at
Hill. We quickly rushed to our room and locked the door. The barracks was
silent, most of the cadets had taken off to various places.  We undressed in
the glow of the lamp beside our beds, and stood, naked, looking each other
over.

     Ron's dick was standing out from his body. I had been afraid when I
felt it in the theater, that it would be too big for me to handle. Actually,
it hadn't grown much larger than when soft. It was maybe 7 1/2 to 8 inches,
cut, with a large head and the kind of smooth shaft that I liked to suck.

     He was appraising me at the same time. "You look good, Drew. I've never
been with a white guy. It's kinda exciting."

     "You're the first black guy I've had a chance to be with. I like what I
see."

     With that, we moved into each other's arms. I looked up to meet Ron's
open mouth and felt him shove his thick tongue practically down my throat.
His lips were thick, too and oh, so soft. Our mouths moved together as our
hands explored each other's body.  We put our hands on the other's ass and
pulled our hips together. Ron's dick slipped between my legs and I closed on
it, enjoying the warm friction as he dry fucked me.

     "Mmmmmm, squeeze my big dick White Boy" he rasped, tearing his mouth
away from mine to kiss down the side of my neck.

     "Oh, yeah, I feel your dick. Keep doing that."

     Ron reached down and picked me up. With his hands under my knees and
his hard cock rubbing the bottom of my crack, he walked us over to the
nearest bed. I found myself being deposited on my back. My legs were still
spread, and Ron knelt between them and went down on my cock. His hands found
my nipples and pinched them between his thumb and forefinger.

     "Ahhhhh...God, Ron...Take it, it's yours" I groaned as I felt him suck
me. His tongue did a dance on the underside of my throbbing dick as his lips
stayed fastened to the base of my shaft, his nose buried in my pubic hair.
Then he slowly pulled back, dragging his rough tongue along the sensitive
shaft, keeping a tight suction with his mouth.  At the tip, his mouth opened
and he swirled his tongue around and around the crown.  "Ohhhh...Oh yeah! I
like that...right there...just like that."

     I put both hands on his head and gently stroked my fingers thru the
short wiry hair. Ron began bobbing up and down on my cock faster and faster,
driving me quickly to the edge. "Slow down Ron...easy, man...I'm gonna cum
if you don't!" It was probably a combination of the fact that Ron was an
excellent cocksucker, and seeing the contrast of my pale white cock
disappearing into his dark skinned mouth, but I couldn't hold back much
longer.

     Ron reluctantly pulled off my surging prick and gave the head a last
lick. "Mmmmm, you taste good 'White Boy'."  He had used the term a lot
lately. It was a standing joke between us and nothing racial was meant or
perceived by it. "I don't want to get you off yet, either, but I want to
taste your load."

     "You can have it soon, but first, I want some of that licorice stick!"
That was my comeback for the 'White Boy' crack. I sat up on the edge of the
bed and Ron stood up between my legs. I moved one hand to his butt and took
his massive dick in the other. I stroked the long shaft a few times,
bringing out a long moan from Ron.  He was definitely ready and so was I, so
I leaned forward and closed my lips around my first balck cock.

     "Ahhhhh...take it 'White Boy', suck my big black cock. You've been
wanting it for weeks now."

     Actually, I had been wanting a black dick for 21 years and I tried to
make up for lost time. I took as much ot it in my mouth as I could.  I
fondled his ball sac with one hand while the other still squeezed his ass,
urging him to move his hips in rhythm with my sucking mouth. I licked the
underside of his shaft, mouthed his balls which were drawn up tight in their
wrinkled sac, and ending up by sucking and licking his perineum. Then I
returned to his gorgeous black cock, shining with my saliva.

     Ron's head was back and constant dirty erotic words came out of his
slack mouth, urging me on. "Yeah, 'White Boy'...suck my dick...keep that
white mouth working it...that's it...like that...oh,yeah...just like
that...you're doing great...I'm gettin' hot...don't make me cum yet, I want
to suck you off, then fuck your white ass!"

     He gently urged me back on the bed and once again dropped down to
engulf my cock in his hot mouth. I wasn't far from spilling my load anyway,
and Ron wasn't going to play around. He went into overdrive, bobbing up and
down. He slid a finger up my hole and began fingering me as fast as his
mouth was working my throbbing rod. When I felt the second, and finally a
third finger stretch me open, I gave in to the pleasure. "Yessss...I'm gonna
cum Ron...I'm gonna cum...Ohhhhhhhhh...Now...Now...NOOOOWWWW!" I began
spurting into that vacuuming mouth and jerked my hips uncontrollably
impaling my ass on his probing fingers.

     When I had stopped spasming, Ron leaned over and retrieved a bottle of
sweet smelling creamy lotion from his bedside chest and quicky worked it
over his pulsating cock, still spreading my ass with his fingers. He pulled
them out long enough to squirt a large amount of lotion on them. When he
pushed them back in, my hole opened easily and felt them grease up my
tunnel.

    Ron placed my legs over his shoulders after putting a pillow under my
hips. I was now wide open and ready. He eased the head into the opening and
pushed slowly and steadily against the entrance until my ass surrendered to
its' first black dick. My breath exploded outward as that long shaft worked
its' way into my depths. A few thrusts and I felt his tight ball sac bump my
ass. His wiry pubic hair felt different than anything before. It rubbed
against the bottom of my balls, sending chills up my body.

     "My God, Ron, I think you just tickled my tounsils with the head of
that big black monster" I groaned, feeling fullness I never experienced.
There was no pain and Ron was gentile as he began to fuck me with short,
quick jabs. "Oofff...Oofff...Oofff...Do it...Do it...Give it to me...fuck my
ass with your big jucy black dick!"

     The rhythm changed to a series of long, slow thrusts and his hips
smacked against my ass on every downstroke. I was going out of my mind from
the feeling of that big cock plunging to depths never reached before. Ron
was covered with a sheen of glistening sweat as he relentlessly pounded me
into the mattress.  The sweat made his body look like a mirror, it was so
shiny.

     After at least thirty minutes of unbroken fucking, Ron was approaching
his climax. My dick was rock hard again from his long rod hitting my
prostrate every time he bottomed out. I felt his rhythm increase, along with
his breathing. His voice was so hoarse, I almost couldn't hear him whisper
"Oh yeah, 'White Boy', I'm about to shoot my load in your lilly white
ass...you ready for it?"

     "I'm ready for it, give me all that big black licorice stick...You got
me ready...now give it to me...cum for me Ron...Cum for me...Ohhhh, I'm
cumming too...Uuuunnnngggghhhh!" My dick blasted a load onto my belly and
chest and my clenching ass muscles took Ron over the top.

     "Oh, yeah...Squeeze my dick with your tight little white ass...That's
gonna do it...Here I cum "White Boy'...Here I
cum...Unnngh,,,Unnngh...Unnngh...cummin'...cummin' in your ass!"  I felt his
cock flood my ass. I felt like I was floating away. I thrust my hips up and
squeezed his dick as hard as I could.

     We stayed frozen like that until the sensations passed, then Ron
collapsed on top of me.  Not wanting to crush me, he transfered most of his
weight onto his elbows as our mouths and tongues fused for a long tender
kiss that lasted until his softening dick finally slid wettly out of my ass.
I could feel his cum running down my crack.  Oh, well, tomorrow was dirty
linen exchange day.

    After pulling apart, we wrapped towells around our waists and hurried to
the showers to clean up. When we got back to the room, we both crawled into
one bed and fell asleep with Ron's cock nestled between my legs from behind.
  We woke up once during the night. Ron was hard again and his hand reached
around my body and stroked my cock into readiness. We reversed positions and
sucked each other off once more, then slept thru the night.

     Next day, I felt funny in front of the flight, standing in formation. I
had the feeling everybody could tell I had been fucked silly last night by
my roomie. I glanced down the line at Ron, standing in front of 'B' Flight.
I could see him return my glance and we smiled at each other, remembering
the pleasure we had shared.

Chapter Three;

     The last week of summer camp was a blur of activity, finishing up
lesson plans and getting ready for the final Pass In Review parade.

     Ron and I found time at least once a day, usually in the evening in our
room, to enjoy each other. Either we would suck each other off, or I would
suck him and then he would fuck me. He always made sure I gott off too. We
both hated to see the summer end.

     But, inevitably, it did. The parade was our last chance to show off in
front of the Air Force officers who had been our instructors for the past
two weeks.  We were the last squadron to pass the reviewing stand. I marched
in front of the 'A' Flight with the guidon bearer, who's signals with his
flag told the two flights what command I would give, in case the rear ranks
could not hear.  Ron was in front of 'B' Flight and would echo my commands.

     Wnen we passed the reviewing stand, my job was to give the order
"Eyes...Right!", then tender the salute to the reviewing officers, then
"Eyes...Front!" after we passed. I heard Ron's deep voice bark out the same
commands as 'B' Flight passed the stands.

     After dismissing the formation, we all had a little time to
congratulate each other and mill around for a while as the instructors
mingled with the cadets to wish us luck.  We then marched back to our
respective barracks to pick up our belongings.

     "Drew, it's been a pleasure knowing you. I won't forget the times we
had together." Ron said.

     "Same here, Ron. It's been a pleasure sharing the room...and the sex
with you."

     We shared one last hug and a deep, tongue lashing kiss, before heading
out to march the squadron to where the busses would pick us up and deliver
us to our waiting planes for the flight home. At each stop along the way,
cadets said their goodbyes as they got off. When Ron's came, we could only
shake hands and wish each other good luck in our final year of school.

     "Who knows", Ron said as he stepped to the door, "Maybe we'll end up
stationed together somewhere."

     "That would be great" I answered, "take care of yourself."

     Then, he was gone. The door closed and the plane taxied to the runway.
I sighed as we took off, sad to be leaving a fun-filled summer, but looking
forward to getting back to Paul, Stu, J.R., Randy and the others.

End Of Part Three:

     Well, one more year of college to go.  I haven't decided how I will
cover the events of post-graduation yet. I may slip into the fiction mode
again and maybe include an occasional true encounter. We'll see.

     In the meantime, I hope you have enjoyed these stories of the Junior
year of College Encounters. Please address any comments to
ghettorod@hotmail.com