Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 10:56:03 -0400
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 17

This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual
activities between males.  If you are not of legal age, reside in an area
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Note: I owe a special thanks to Robb for doing the final proofreading and
catching all those silly little errors that I missed.

LOVE OF A LIFETIME

PART 17

     Justin and I got back to Adams, and unloaded our stuff into our rooms.
Neither Jason nor Brad were there so we went into town to catch some dinner
before taking Justin's Pathfinder back to the freshman parking lot and
catching the bus back to campus.

     Jason was in the room when I got back.

     "Hey, Jason.  How was the game on Saturday?  I didn't get to listen to
it.  Did you get some playing time?

     "We won, and I played most of the game."  His voice was cool.  Little
alarm bells started going off in my head.

     I sat down in my chair and faced him.  "What's wrong, man?"

     "C.Z., I can't have a queer for a roommate."

     I think my mouth must have dropped off my chest and bounced back up.
"Say that again."

     "I can't have a fag for a roommate.  I want you to move into Justin's
room.  Brad said he'd move in here."

     I heard what he was saying, but my mind hadn't quite caught up with it
yet.  "I'm not sure I know what your saying."

     He rose out of his chair and started pacing in the room.  "I want you
out of here, C.Z.  I'm not going to have a cocksucker for a roommate."

     I stood up and got in his face.  "It didn't bother you any last week."

     "I...I didn't know what was going on last week.  That...that wasn't
me.  You've got to leave."

     "Leave?!  This is my room, damn it!"

     "Look.  Brad says you ought to be thrown out of school."

     Cold realization landed in my stomach like a body blow.  "Brad said
what?  How is Brad involved with what you and I did?"

     He hung is head and wouldn't meet my gaze.  "Last night we were all
out drinking at one of the upperclassmen's apartments.  I let it slip that
you'd given me head."

     I wanted to slug him.  I clenched my fists as hard as I could to keep
them at my side.  "Did you tell Brad that you gave as good as you got?  Did
you tell Brad that you like the taste of cum?"

     He looked like he was going to cry.  "N...no.  Please don't say
anything."

     "I fucking can't believe you!  You 'out' me to the biggest piece of
homophobic trash in the world and you expect me not to tell anyone that you
like to suck cock just as much as I do?  That's it!  I'll move out of here
goddammit, but it's not because you say so.  It's because I can't stand to
be in the same room with someone who doesn't have the balls to know who he
really is!"

     My voice had gotten loud enough that Shawn, the RA, made an
appearance.  "What's going on guys?  It's quiet hours, and I can hear you
down the hall."

     "Nothin's going on now, Shawn.  Jason and I are just having a little
argument, and I'm moving out!"

     I stalked out of the room past Shawn.  Several of the guys were in the
hallway.  They moved aside as I strode past them toward the end of the
hall.  I didn't know where I was going.  I was just going to get out!

     Justin and Brad were standing by their door.  Brad had a real evil
little smirk on his fat face.  He grabbed my arm as I went past.  "Hey,
fagboy.  How about a blow job?"

     I pulled my arm out of his grasp and got up in his face.  "I like to
suck real men, Miller.  I've seen bigger pricks than yours on
ten-year-olds."

     I stalked out of the dorm.  It was raining.  I'd forgotten my jacket.
I didn't care.

     Justin caught up with me about halfway across campus.  He'd been
yelling at me to stop, but I'd ignored him.  When he caught up with me, he
handed me my jacket.

     "Come on, man.  Let's get into one of the buildings.  It's raining."

     I let him lead me into covered entrance area of one of the classroom
buildings.  He put the jacket around me.

     "Tell me what just happened, C.Z."

     "What all did you hear?"

     "We heard the yelling from your room, but I couldn't make out any
words.  I've never seen you like this.  You gonna be okay?"

     "I don't know Justin.  Jason told Miller that I'm gay.  I've been
'outed', man."

     "Well you did a good job of 'outing' yourself with that remark to Brad
Miller."  Justin broke into a smile.  "But, bro, you sure told him off.
  Way to go!"

     I looked at Justin standing there with that silly grin on his face.
Suddenly it felt like the whole world sat on my shoulders.  I started to
laugh and cry at the same time.  Justin pulled me into his arms and hugged
me until I calmed down.

     Justin walked me back to the dorm and into the RA's room.  Shawn
listened while I told him that I was gay, that Jason had found out (I
didn't tell him how Jason had found out), that Jason had told Brad Miller,
and that now Jason was afraid to have me remain as his roommate.  Shawn
left Justin and I sitting there while he went and talked with Jason and
Brad.  When he came back he said that he didn't think Jason and I could
continue to be roommates.  I agreed.  He said that Jason was willing to
move out of the room if another place could be found for him and someone
agreed to move in with me.

     Justin spoke for the first time since entering Shawn's room.  "I'll
room with C.Z.  Jason can move in with Brad.  They deserve one another."

     The corners of Shawn's mouth turned up in a slight smile.  "I think
that's a good solution.  Justin, you go back to your room for tonight.  You
and Jason can trade places tomorrow.  C.Z., I want you to stay here with me
tonight.  I'll go with you to get what you need for tonight and tomorrow,
but I don't want you and Jason alone in the same room right now."

     Shawn went to my room and asked Jason to go over to Justin and Brad's
for a few minutes.  When he was gone, I retrieved my toilet kit, towel,
work clothes, and things for the next day and went back into Shawn's room.

     Since Shawn was the RA he had a single room with a couch as well as
his bed.  He pulled some blankets and a spare pillow out of the closet and
spread them out on the couch.  He turned off the lights, we got undressed
and got in our beds.

     Across the dark room, Shawn spoke.  "C.Z., I didn't hear everything
that was said between you and Jason tonight.  I don't think any of the
other guys heard much either.  I did pick up a few words here and there
enough for me to think that you haven't told me everything.  I suspect
you're actually protecting Jason in some way.  I just want you to know that
I think you're a really great person for doing that in spite of everything
that's happened tonight.  Good night."

     I didn't sleep very much that night.

                       **********

     Despite the dust up with Jason that resulted in my outing myself to
the rest of the guys on our floor, the next couple of weeks went well.
Jason moved in with Brad Miller, and Justin moved in with me.  Neither
Justin nor I made perfect scores on Doc Griffith's biology exam, although
we came darn close.  Doc laughed and told us "better luck next time, guys."
Andy got back from his training/workshop thing from Chicago so I went home
the weekend after fall break.  I missed our Homecoming Game, but I had
missed Andy more.  We spent a lot of time (when we weren't making love)
talking about the problems with Jason.  Andy told me I'd done the right
thing by not saying anything about Jason's adventures out of the closet.

     That weekend Andy also told me about a guy he had gone to bed with in
Chicago.  I have to admit that I was a little pissed when Andy starting
telling me about being with another person, but I quickly remembered that
we had promised never to lie to one another and that I had fooled around
with Jason, Brian and Stephen.  I didn't have any justification for being
pissed.
     The guy's name was Luke Mason, and he was in Andy's working group at
the meeting.  He was the manager of another of the bank's branches
somewhere in Illinois.  They had gotten friendly over the course of the
first week and spent some time together over the weekend.  That's when it
had happened.  Just about the same time Brian, Stephen and I had been
having our threesome at the beach, Andy and Luke had been giving each other
blow jobs in a motel room in Chicago.  The irony of it struck me, and by
the time Andy was finished telling the story, I was smiling and had a hard
on.  I suggested to Andy that he could make up for the blow job in Chicago
by giving me one right then.  He agreed to the condition.  The man is SO
easy!

     Track and soccer practices for the fall ended the first week of
November.  Since I now had the late afternoons free, I asked to start
working in the kitchen during the dinner time as well as breakfast.  I
still had plenty of money, but I wanted to be able to buy Andy a nice
present for Christmas.

     That Tuesday in bio lab, Justin and I mentioned to Doc Griffith that
we didn't have afternoon practices any more.

     Doc looked at me.  "Since you've got the afternoons now, do you want
to work on your swimming?"

     I was surprised he remembered offering to help me.  We decided to meet
after labs on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  Doc said that would give him a
reason to be certain to get into the pool.  I have to admit that I was as
excited about the chances of seeing Doc Griffith in his speedo again as I
was about getting the help on my swimming techniques.  Justin joined us a
couple of times, but having gown up on the beach in the summers, he was
already a good swimmer, and there wasn't any new thrill for me in seeing
Justin in a swim suit since he and I generally showered together in the
mornings.
     There had been a real sexual edge every time Jason and I had been
naked in the room together.  There wasn't any of that with Justin.  Yes, I
saw him with an erection almost every morning, but instead of hiding it and
getting all embarrassed like most guys he would just get up out of bed,
laugh, and hang his underwear over the tip of his erect dick as he started
toward the bathroom and shower.  Hell, I'd caught him jacking off in the
room a couple of times.  It didn't seem to embarrass him.  He would just
smile at me and continue on with his business until he came.  After growing
up in the same house with four brothers, I guess there was no modesty left.

                       **********

     Early in the second week of November I came back to the dorm from my
morning kitchen job to discover that someone had spelled out "fags" in
shaving cream on our door.  I saw red!  I marched into the room and woke up
Justin telling him about the word on our door.  Justin wasn't nearly as
upset as I was.  He took a towel and wiped the shaving cream off the door,
and tried to calm me down.  While we were taking our shower before class,
we tried to figure out who might have done it.  Of course Brad Miller and
Jason Sherman came immediately to mind, but I'd heard Brad snoring loudly
when I'd come back from work, and Jason was hardly ever up at that time of
the morning...especially after he'd bought ear plugs to blot out Brad's
buzz saw.
     The next week I found "cocksuckers live here" on our door in paint.
This time Justin was mad and so was Shawn, the RA.  He had to report the
incident to the Residence Life Office and have some guys from Maintenance
come over to get the paint off the door.  We had a hall meeting that night
where Shawn read the riot act to the entire floor.  Lots of the guys had
heard Brad snoring all morning so the main suspect this time was Jason.  He
denied it strongly, and I found myself believing him.  Jason might not be
ready to accept his sexuality, and he might have lied about it to save his
skin, but deep down he wasn't mean-spirited.  I just couldn't see him
putting paint or shaving cream on our door.

                       **********

     During the week of Thanksgiving, Justin and I had another big round of
tests...biology, chemistry, and history.  We were certain that our
professors had compared testing schedules!
     Justin left for home right after our biology lab on Tuesday.  I was
staying until after my shift in the kitchen at dinner, so Doc Griffith and
I went to the pool after lab.  I was pleased that I was almost able to
match him lap for lap in the pool.

     Doc complimented me on the improvement in my swimming while we were
showering and told me that both Justin and I had scored 100's on Monday's
test so he would be taking us for lunch when we got back from Thanksgiving
break.

     I walked on air the rest of the afternoon and all the way through
washing dishes during the evening meal.  I was still in a great mood when I
caught the campus bus out to the freshman parking lot to get my car for the
trip home.  I was looking forward to sharing the good news about the bio
test with Andy.  I knew he was already proud of me, but I figured it never
hurt to remind him why every now and then.
     My mood evaporated when I got off the bus and started walking toward
my car.  Things just didn't look right.  When I got closer I could see that
the tires were flat.  Whoever had vandalized the car had slashed all four
tires and written "queer" in paint all over the back window.  This was
getting out of hand!

     When I calmed down enough, I used one of the emergency phones located
around the parking lot to call the campus police.  They came, took the
report, and then gave me a ride back to the dorm where I called Andy to
tell him the news.  He was angry about the vandalism and said he would be
there in a couple of hours and for me to get a motel reservation for us.
     Andy and Larsen arrived at the dorm in record time.  Larsen slobbered
a greeting all over me and tried to wag his tail off.  I gave Andy a big
hug and kiss right there in the front lounge of the dorm.  I didn't care if
some one saw us.
     The next morning we made arrangements for my car to picked up by one
of the towing companies in town to have new tires put on it and the paint
cleaned off the back window.  While we were waiting for the car to be
fixed, Andy and I paid a visit to the university's Vice President for
Student Life.  The man, who reminded me of a greasy meatball dressed in an
expensive suit, assured us that campus police would investigate all three
incidents and try to determine who was behind these "episodes of
inappropriate behavior."  Both of us left the man's office with the feeling
that nothing would be done.

                       **********

     When Andy, Larsen, and I finally got back to Carterville and settled
down from the car incident, we had a wonderful break together.  Andy fixed
a small turkey while I did all of the rest of the meal.  Andy's turkey made
it through the Thanksgiving Day dinner and two leftover meals.  We both
agreed that was about all the turkey we wanted.  At least until Christmas.

     The holiday went by too quickly.  Back at Adams State, we had only a
week and a half of classes before exams.  Doc Griffith took Justin and I
out for our lunch.  We had a good time and told Doc that no matter what we
scored on the final exam it was going to be our turn to take him to lunch
before we went home for Christmas.
     The week and a half of classes flew by.  Suddenly, we were in the
middle of exams.  Justin and I worked our butts off studying for exams, but
the results were worth it.  Both of us ended up with 4.0 averages for the
semester.
     We were packing up to head home for the break when the phone rang in
the room.  It was campus security calling to tell us that our cars had been
vandalized.  They were sending an officer over to the dorm to give us a
ride out to the freshman lot so we could help them complete the police
report on the vandalism.  This shit was getting old.

     The security officer that met us introduced himself as Ron Kestler.
He didn't look much older than twenty or twenty-one.  He was good looking
with short, dark hair and medium brown eyes.  I guessed his height at about
six foot and weight at around 185, and although it was hard to tell with
his heavy winter coat, it looked like he had a nice body.  He had a nice
personality also.  He talked to us on the way out to the parking lot
telling us how sorry he was about the vandalism especially since it was the
second time for my car.  I was too upset with the idea of more damage to my
car to care that Officer Kestler was trying to be nice.

     The words "fag lover" were spray painted on the rear window of
Justin's Pathfinder.  The damage to my car was more extensive.  "Faggot"
was spray painted along the body on the driver's side and the headlights
had been smashed.  When I saw the cars, my mood changed from anger to
depression.  How much longer was this going to go on?  What was next?  Who
was so sick with hatred for homosexuals that they would repeatedly try to
intimidate me and now Justin?  It had to be someone who knew enough about
Justin and me to be able to recognize our cars in the parking lot.  I
didn't think it could have been Jason Sherman or Brad Miller since they'd
left campus two days earlier, and Justin and I had used our cars since
then.
     Justin and I drove the vandalized vehicles back to the dorm, loaded up
our stuff, and headed home.  If I was lucky, I'd get in to Carterville
before I needed headlights.  It was a heck of a way to start Christmas
vacation.  Bah!  Humbug!

                       **********

     Christmas and the vacation were really great despite the vandalism to
my car at the beginning.  When Andy saw the vandalized car, he hit the
roof.  The next day he was on the phone to the Chief of Campus Security and
to the President of Adams State.  Those two men got a double dose that day
because I found out later that Justin's father made phone calls to the same
officials.
     This was the first Christmas season that I wasn't selling Christmas
trees.  My old house and land with the Christmas Tree lot had been sold
back in the spring as part of the settlement of the huge medical debts on
Mom's estate.  I didn't have anything that had to be done so I kept busy
with stuff around the house and tried my hand at baking Christmas cookies.
Most of the batches of cookies were good, some were really good, but there
was one batch that even Larsen wouldn't touch.
     Justin and his brothers David and Brian came up after Christmas to go
skiing and stayed with us.  I'd met Brian at the beach over Fall Break, but
this was the first time I'd met David.  The family resemblance was
amazingly strong.  The three all had the same dark curly hair, brown eyes
and quick smile.  David was not quite as tall as Justin or Brian and was
built a little heavier than either of them being about 5' 9" and 180
pounds.  There wasn't any fat.  He was just more muscular.  Since David had
the same lack of any sense of modesty as his brothers, Andy and I had
several chances to observe all three of them in their "natural" state, and
while there were some differences in facial features and general body build
among the three brothers their cocks looked almost identical.
     Andy and Justin had already started a friendship.  By the end of their
stay with us, he thought of Brian and David as friends also.  There was a
lot of good natured kidding that went on.  The three of us who were gay
kidded Justin and David about needing to broaden their horizons.  They in
turn got on us about "batting for the other team".  The first time Andy
made some remark to Brian about he and Stephen having a threesome with me
at the beach, I thought poor Brian was going to mess his pants.  He quickly
realized that Andy and I didn't keep any secrets from each other, and in
fact he even slept in the same bed with Andy and me on the last night of
the visit.  There wasn't any sex involved when he slept with us.  It was
just a night-long three person cuddle.
     I did learn to ski as a result of their visit.  I'd lived in a prime
ski resort area all of my life, but I'd never been skiing.  Partly because
I never had the money for the equipment rentals and lift tickets and partly
because I'd always been working a couple of jobs and just didn't have the
time.  Justin, Brian and David all took turns teaching me the basics of
skiing.  They were kind and didn't laugh too much at my mistakes, and I
caught on pretty quickly.  We skied for four days, and by the fourth day I
was going down the advanced slope with the rest of the guys.
     New Years Eve was their last night staying with us.  David and Andy
laid in a supply of beer, wine, and snack foods for the evening, and the
five of us ate the junk food and drank the beer and wine while we sat in
the living room of the cabin in front of the fireplace.  At midnight we
went out on the deck and yelled "Happy New Year" at the top of our lungs.
There was no one around to hear us, but we yelled anyway.  I grabbed Andy
in a big hug and kiss.  Brian gave hugs to his brothers before coming over
and hugging and kissing Andy and me.  David and Justin looked at each
other, shrugged their shoulders, and then came over to exchange hugs with
Andy and me.  Justin even gave me a kiss on the cheek.
     When we all finally went to bed that night everyone was a little
tipsy.  That was the night Brian appeared at the door to our bedroom
complaining that David was snoring and asking if he could bunk in with us.
I just sort of moved over in the bed, and Brian slipped in beside me laying
his arm across my chest so he could touch Andy's shoulder.

                       **********

     Classes started for the second semester early in January.  Justin and
I had arranged our schedules to have all our classes together.  We had Doc
Griffith again for biology lecture and lab, a different doddering old fool
than last semester for chemistry (the chemistry department seemed to have
lots of them), and freshman literature in the mornings with calculus after
lunch.
     It snowed four or five inches the night before the first classes.
Justin and I trudged through the snow to biology.  Doc Griffith seemed glad
to see us again and asked how many free lunches we were planning to get
from him that semester.  We told him we planned to get one lunch for every
exam in the course.  Chemistry was no surprise.  Boring and droning.  We
were looking forward to our freshman lit class.  We'd checked the schedule
and "K. Williams" was listed for our section, and we figured that meant
Dr. Kathy Williams, our prof from last semester.  I know both of us dropped
our jaws when Dr. Kevin Williams walked in and started the class.  We found
out later that Dr. Kathy and Dr. Kevin were husband and wife.  At first I
was disappointed that Kathy Williams wasn't the prof, but after he got
started it seemed like Kevin Williams was going to be a good prof also.
Like his wife, this Dr. Williams was extremely good looking.  I figured
their children had to be beautiful if there was any truth in genetics.  He
was about 5' 11" and 175-180 pounds with dark brown eyes and coal black
hair that was turning to a salt and pepper color on the sides.  Though
clean shaven , he had the kind of dark beard that probably gave him a five
o'clock shadow by noon.  I put his age somewhere in the late thirties.

     Justin told me after class that he thought Kevin Williams would be an
okay prof. "...although he isn't as good to look at as Kathy Williams."

     "That depends on your point of view."

     He just looked at me and laughed.


                       **********

     The first few weeks of the semester went really well.  We didn't have
any more incidents of vandalism, but I wasn't taking any chances.  I
started parking my newly repainted car under one of the security lights in
the parking lot (thank heaven for comprehensive insurance).  Andy had tried
to get my parking permit changed so that I could park in one of the lots
closer to campus where the security was better, but that request was denied
by the Parking Office.  Justin solved that problem by paying for a private
garage in town for his vehicle.
     Brad Miller didn't so much as look at either Justin or me except with
a sneer on his face.  That was fine with me.  There wasn't much Brad could
do that would make him any lower in my opinion.  Jason spoke to us when we
ran into him unless Brad was around then he just lowered his head or looked
away.  He did tell me one time that he was sorry for the vandalism to
Justin's and my cars.  He looked really sincere when he said it, and I
believed him.

     I was still working in the kitchen for both breakfast and dinner.
That would stop in February when practices for the track and soccer teams
started again.  Justin and I were making certain to run every day so we
would be ready.

     On the last Wednesday in January I finished my dinner shift in the
kitchen and headed back to the room.  Justin was already there looking over
his biology notes for the test scheduled for Friday.

     "Hey, C.Z."

     "Hey, Justin.  Already looking at bio?"

     "Yup.  Hurry and get your shower so we can start quizzing each other
on the notes."

     "Right.  Got to get 100's so Doc will take us out to lunch again."

     "Got that right, man."

     I stripped off my sweaty, garbage stained work clothes, grabbed a
towel and my toilet kit and headed down the hall to the showers.  Since I
got so greasy and sweaty at work I took showers after work in the morning
and after work at dinner.  Justin usually showered with me in the morning
because I woke him up for classes when I got back from work.  Most of the
other guys on the hall showered later in the morning when they got up or
later at night before going to bed.  Consequently, I normally had the
shower room all to myself after dinner.

     I put my stuff down on one of the dressing benches, and turned on the
middle shower head on the wall opposite the door.  As I was shampooing the
kitchen grease out of my hair I heard the door to the toilet area open.
  I didn't think anything of it because guys came in to use the toilets all
the time.

     I closed my eyes to keep the shampoo out and stuck my head under the
shower spray to rinse.

     With my head under the spray I didn't hear anything.  Suddenly two
hands landed on my back with such force that I slammed against the wall.  I
bounced off the wall, lost my footing and fell.  I still couldn't see
anything because of the shampoo suds in my eyes.  I remember landing
painfully on my right wrist before the back of my head made contact with
the floor.  I felt the impact and saw brilliant lights before the blackness
closed in.


(To be continued)