Date: Sun, 05 May 2002 08:08:23 -0400
From: Chad P. <chadp1981@hotmail.com>
Subject: REVISION: Gay/College/Foot in the Door-4

The time we spent together from then until the end of the school year was
exactly as it should have been. Two people as close as friends could be and
as intimate as their love would allow. The relationship had always been a
strong one, but being freed from the usual bounds of male friendship, there
was a deeper connection. We laughed together, talked and shared ourselves;
we enjoyed our lives and our bodies. It felt like a dream that would never
end.

When it did, it was the emotional equivalent of being hit by a car. The day
began like any we shared during the last few months of school. The two of us
lay side by side in my narrow single bed. I suppose we could have pushed our
beds together at any point, but there were appearances to be kept up.

Being able to reach out and touch Kevin's body at any point during the night
had its appeal, but we had decided early on that our involvement with each
other was not to be a topic of public knowledge. We had never been closer
and there was no need for outside acceptance to qualify our relationship.
Everyone who needed to know was kept fully apprized.  At least I thought we
each knew everything.

"I'm going home for the summer" he said, almost as an afterthought while I
lay on his bed and watched him get dressed. "And I don't think I will be
back in the fall" he added.  Right away I assumed he was kidding, he had
biting sense of humor and could deliver any line so deadpan you would think
he was serious. He sat down beside me on the bed and put his arm around my
shoulders.

"It's true, I found out for sure yesterday but I've had an idea now for a
week" he said.

I still didn't fully believe him and said so. I pressed him for details and
as they unfolded I could tell Kevin was being sincere. We had each planned
to stay in residence and had found jobs locally, over the summer. Year-round
residents were given priority over seasonal applicants and we wanted to make
sure we kept the same roommates, especially now.  I doubted either of us
would find someone so compatible.

A friend at another school had found a summer job with a large software
company. This was an incredible opportunity for him and Kevin went to visit,
to offer congratulations and revel in his good fortune. Kevin was also a
computer major and soon found himself introduced to the department manager.
The deal was all but sealed that day, but the manager was reluctant to lose
Kevin during the school year and suggested he change schools.  The manager
had influence at the university there and within a week's time had pulled
the necessary strings to facilitate the transfer.

"It's the chance of a lifetime Aaron, I couldn't turn it down and there was
no sense telling you if it fell through" he offered weakly.

If the roles were reversed I might have been making the same plea but it
still hurt that I had been left out of his entire decision. Then it hit me,
what about us? There was no way I could follow him; I was going to be left
behind! My marks were not stellar during the last half of the year and if I
were lucky I would make it into second year by the skin of my teeth. No
other school would accept my marks at par and I couldn't afford to repeat a
year.  Kevin knew this was my reality I could see it in his face. Exams were
over already and people were starting to pack up to go home.

"Maybe it's better this way, I mean being with you all the time has been
unbelievable..." he faded off and I started to finish his sentence.

"But?" He paused for a second and then answered.

"But one day I want a family, I want kids. The stuff we did has been intense
and I don't regret it, but can you honestly say it was ever going to be
permanent?"

I had been too busy enjoying the present to think much about the future. I
realized then that Kevin's vision of the future did not include me in the
role I had assumed. I was saddened but could see in an instant that there
was no point in arguing the matter. His mind was made up and mine was
spinning. There was only a few short days left.

Our last night together ended much as our first time together, with
drunkenness and passion. When all of the bottles were emptied, Kevin
collapsed on the floor and lay waiting for me. We each suspected this would
be our last time together for a while, though no words were spoken on the
subject

I undressed him slowly and deliberately, folding each piece of clothing and
packing them all away into my drawers with the exception of his underwear. I
gathered his feet together and lifted his knees towards his chest. With a
beautiful view of Kevin's cock and ass I began licking his feet in earnest.
I grabbed at his soles with my fingers and tickled them vigorously as I took
his toes into my mouth. As his feet tensed and his toes wriggled I pressed
my tongue into the spaces in between and licked all around.

Kevin lay there with his head back. While his legs were covered with hair,
his abdomen was smooth and his chest had but a few stray hairs around his
nipples. His long skinny fingers wetted from his own mouth, traced patterns
there and raised the tissue on his chest to tiny points. When his feet
became wrinkled and pink I focused my attention onto his hot stiff penis
that was by then already glistening with moisture.

I sucked his cock well that night, taking him deep inside me, thrusting his
head to the back of my throat then slowly raising my mouth so my lips
slithered up his slender shaft. I took each of his testicles into my mouth
individually and licked them thoroughly, then made a path with my tongue up
the underside of his cock and felt his penis throb as I gently pressed my
teeth against it.

I continued licking Kevin as I slowly straddled his body. My tongue had
lingered slightly at his nipples and I alternated between them and his
fingers as they intervened from time to time. When I finally arrived at his
mouth our cocks were pressed together firmly. As we pushed ourselves closer
together and he allowed my tongue further inside of his mouth I could feel
the sweat from our bodies as it mixed together.

His hands grasped my back and held me closer as I felt his cock start to
twitch and fill the spaces in between with his warmth. Having him cum while
I lay on top of him was more intoxicating than anything else I had enjoyed
that night. I wanted nothing more than to rest my face by his crotch and
recover every drop of liquid he had spilled but Kevin had other ideas. He
turned me over to my back and gently licked his own cum from my stomach and
cock, then wiped the remainder from himself with his discarded underwear.

He neatly folded the white briefs and set them aside, knowing I would
eventually reunite them with the rest of his clothing in my drawer. Kevin
returned to me on the floor and placed his feet onto my chest, and dragged
them downwards deliberately until they had entrapped my swollen cock. With
his hands on his ankles, Kevin used the soles of his feet to stroke my
penis.

I loved the feel of his soft feet against my dick as he pumped it
vigorously. I shot cum all over his feet and hands and when I was through,
Kevin straddled my chest with his legs and sucked my cock clean while I did
the same for his feet. We slept together for the last time in my bed and in
the morning we showered together discreetly but playfully.  He left before
noon and I hugged him before he stepped onto the train. He didn't turn back
yet I stared at the place where he was until long after he was gone.

While we visited each other periodically over the next few years we were
never intimate again. Our lives took us in different directions and in time,
our contact became less frequent.  Whenever we were together, it was never
awkward and always positive, but there was an unspoken understanding that
what once had been would be no more.

My next roommate discovered Kevin's clothes about a month after school
started up again. Cory was notoriously bad about doing laundry and one
weekend while I was away, he had rummaged through my drawers in search of
something that fit and found them.

He was about the same size as Kevin or maybe a little smaller, so when he
tried to return them to me I said he could keep them. He joked about finding
the underwear too and told me he sometimes kept a towel under his mattress
for when he masturbated in bed. I laughed with him and feigned embarrassment
at the subject but that was the end of the discussion.

Sometimes at night I would hear Cory jerking himself off but I never had any
inclination to join him or acknowledge his efforts, whether they were
directed at me or not. I had other roommates over the years but there was
never any attraction to them or to any other guy.

After Kevin left, my marks steadily improved and I eventually graduated.
Kevin's married now and a success in the computer world. I doubt his wife
could ever understand what we shared back then and there are days when I
can't figure it out either.  Maybe Kevin was right; it was a phase, a single
attraction to one person that was so intense it demanded satisfaction.

It's been almost a decade now since that first night. Occasionally, I catch
myself looking at a guy's smooth bare feet and I think of those times
fondly. I haven't seen or talked with Kevin for over two years now and I
guess that is for the better, for him at least.  I often wonder what he
thinks about on rainy evenings, when music plays just out of reach, but for
now that door remains closed.

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Thanks to everyone who took the time to send me words of encouragement.  I
did not anticipate this level of interest and I am truly flattered.  The
story that you just read is not true and the only place these events took
place is in the confines of my imagination. Based on your positive responses
I will continue writing other stories but will focus on new characters of
fiction.

Chad Prescott.