Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 10:23:13 -0500
From: Mads van Duessen <madsvand@gmail.com>
Subject: Mads Sophomore Roommate Part 8

Here's another piece my fiancι and I talked about my uber-hot boyfriend
of the past while I was at university Jimmy Hastings . I've been admonished
(very nicely) NOT to change the title because it messes up the site admin's
system, so here's part 7, though from when I was a senior, not a sophomore,
and not my roommate, just a HOT teammate. Hope you enjoy . . . I know we
got a few rises out of it when I was recounting it to my fiancι!

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Jimmy shut the door to our room at his parents' house, his big, muscular
arms on either side of me, pinning me to the back of the door.  "I have big
plans for my charming boyfriend," he growled, and then he clamped his lips
over mine.

As usual, or at least as I was getting used to since Jimmy's sudden
turnabout and coming-out, which included his declaration of love for me,
his kisses took my breath away.  I had my arms around his body tight,
enjoying the amazing musculature of him both in my arms and as we gyrated
together, both hard instantly, cocks dueling through our pants and
hardbodies grinding against each other.

When we finally broke for a minute, both panting, our bodies heaving with
desire, I pushed him away hard.  "FUCK, Jimmy!" I hissed.

His grin went to purpose.  "You bet I'm going to fuck you, Maddy!" he
growled and tried to move in again against my restraining outstretched arm.

"We can't fuck in your parents' spare bedroom, Jimmy!" I protested, trying
to curb my volume, which could have been loud given my shock at what his
intentions were!

"HOT!" he hissed and forced his way against me again, so his breath as he
spoke was hot against my chin . . . and driving me crazy.  "Then let's go
to my own room; that'll be so fucking hot to fuck my boyfriend senseless in
my room.  Do you have any fucking idea how many times I jacked off in that
room thinking of guys not even a quarter as HOT as you are Maddy?" he
whispered at machine gun rate.  He tried to pull me away from the door and
grabbed the handle, obviously intending to drag me to his childhood room,
which I hadn't even seen yet since we arrived a few hours earlier, just in
time for dinner.  "Come on!" he said conspiratorially, eyes wide with
excitement, as if we were heading into a gogo bar for a lapdance.

"Jimmy!" I objected, louder than I'd intended to, and I suddenly clamped my
mouth shut.  "Fuck!" I hiss-whispered, "I—"

But Jimmy was having none of it and clamped his mouth on mine, full-bodied
into me and grabbed my ass with both hands and ground us together so hard
that my cock almost hurt between our groins from the squeeze.

The kiss was even more amazing, fueled by lust, enabled by his amazing
talent for tongue-dueling and tongue-teasing, and promised by every part of
his body crushed against mine and grinding into me . . . and me grinding
back – there was no resistance possible . . . nor desired!  "I don't
give a fuck WHERE we fuck," he panted and came back in to devour my lips
and mouth again.  At the point all I could do was to keep enough
consciousness to remain standing as I swooned from the passion and extent
of his desire, he continued.  "But I AM going to fuck my HOT-ASS FUCKING
BOYFRIEND NOW!" he said.

A momentary thought of continuing my protest flew through my mind faster
than Mach 1, but when I heard what must have been the latch as he locked
the door, his lips and hands and body again claiming me, all I could do was
to growl, "FUCK ME!"

In the blink of an eye, Jimmy had pulled me around and was propelling me
through the sitting are of this incredibly luxurious spare bedroom and then
shoving me in front of him through and across the vast bedroom to an
enormous four-poster bed.  He threw me down, and I began to rip at my
clothes, pulling, yanking, not caring that the force of my effort could
easily tear something – I just had to be naked.  Correction – I just
HAD to have my beast, my Jimmy, INSIDE ME!

Jimmy was out of his clothes and yanking off my socks as I got my t-shirt
over my head, and then he dove on me.  GOD – this had to be another
priceless antique, this bed, from the looks of everything in Jimmy's
parent's house I'd seen so far; I hope it was made for two big athletes to
fuck on it like the animals we were!

I'd expected Jimmy to come in fast and hard – probably throw my legs in
the air, eat my fuckhole until it was wet enough to jam his telephone pole
cock into without me screaming loud enough to bring the police, and then
fuck me hard until we both unloaded in mega-explosions.  Obviously, we did
that a lot!  But Jimmy surprised me.

Jimmy looked down at me – as I leered up at him ready to beg for his
enormous fuckpole that was jutted out at me, already with a huge dollop of
precum about to drop from the tip – and instead of diving on me or into
me, he gently pulled my left foot up to his mouth and softly kissed it.
His kiss was long and gentle, and he rubbed his face against the broad,
long sole of my foot, his eyes closed, a long, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,"
rumbling out of him.  He let one of his hands rub up my calf and thigh,
caressing me as he gave my foot that tender attention.  "God, Maddy, you're
so fucking hot," he said softly, having opened his eyes again and locked
them with mine.  "I want every part of you, and I love every part of you."

WOW!  But while my heart and head were saying `WOW!' my ass was saying `USE
ME!' and my cock was saying `I NEED TO BLOW A HUGE FUCKING WAD NOW!'  "Fuck
me, beast," I said with pure intention in a low voice, using my pet name
for him that I'd used the three years he'd fuck the hell out of me and then
leave . . . while he was grappling with his life.

Jimmy bent over and swallowed my long, fat cock halfway, and I gasped and
grabbed his head, intertwining my long fingers in his short hair with the
method even I couldn't understand how it worked . . . and I pulled his head
down HARD and shoved my groin up HARD.  The feel of his throat giving way
to my engorged cockhead and suddenly my pubes in his face as my cock
slipped past the impediment and down his throat was . . . afuckingmazing!

He growled as I shoved into him and he moaned and then mewled a little as I
bottomed-out in his throat, but then he got his hands planted on my Adonis
belt area and had the right balance and went to fucking town sucking my
cock.  I fucking LOVED when we fucked like this!  All that time he never so
much as licked me and now, often, he'd suck me until I screamed with
amazing climaxes, then spit my cum into my begging hole and drool it down
and coat his monstercock with it and then fuck me like a wildman, frothing
my cum in my fuckhole like whipped cream.

And this time was even better than those before.  Jimmy slathered and
slobbered and sucked and licked and stroked and growled and hummed and had
me edging so fast I couldn't believe it.  His long middle finger up my
fuckchute teasing my prostate didn't slow anything down at all.  He teased
me and edged me until I was shouting my begging so loud I had grabbed a
pillow and was chewing the likely priceless fabric of the pillowcase
between my clenched teeth.

I teetered on that edge so many times as he masterfully played my cock,
balls and hole, that I was barely conscious and only engaged in the
amazement of my pleasure.  When he finally sucked and fingered me over the
edge my body was like a possessed person bucking and writhing and spasming
as my entire body had ignited and exploded and my cum pumped wildly out.  I
barely heard Jimmy's startled "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and emphatic
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" as I pumped and pumped.

When I could finally control my voice enough I loosened my bite on the
pillow and said, "DAMN YOU give me your fucking cock NOW!"

My legs and ass were in the air – correction, my knees were beside my
face! – and my beast was tonguing my cum into my ass and eating me like
a starving man.  "OH FUCK JIMMY!  FUCKING FUCK ME NOW!!!!" I begged.

I got an evil laugh – a little gurgling as he still had plenty of my cum
in his mouth apparently – and he kept eating and spitting it into me
and, generally, making me feel like I was climbing the climax ladder again
already.  I almost cried out in protest when his lips and tongue finally
left my hole, but I heard him spit again and within a second or two his
cum-slimed fuckpole was pushed against my hole and jamming into me.

"OH FUCK YEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he said as he pushed into me.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed,
biting the pillow again, savoring the way my beast used to fuck me hard and
mercilessly.

The pain of the intrusion and impossible stretch juxtaposed the emotional
surge of joy . . . but the pain gave way quickly to the waves of
uncontrollable physical pleasure washing over me, first taking me away to a
high, then battering me about in the familiar roiling sea of colliding
pleasures.  Jimmy assaulted my prostate with aim and experience.  He
jackhammered my hole hard and fast and deep and long-dicked me to the edge,
which he acknowledged.  "GOD, Maddy, I love the look of you when you're on
the end of my cock and helpless other than to enjoy me.  The way your
cockhead flares and goes dark purple when you're ready to cum again –
you horny bitch! – I FUCKING LOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEE IT!" he almost
shouted, bringing his thrusts to a new pace, like a vibrating chair set on
high.

But Jimmy was a rare combination of my beast and my boyfriend tonight.  My
beast used to fuck me and edge me with his cock inside me until I begged
him to fuck me over the edge; and then he would but he wouldn't give me his
load until he'd done it once or two more times, all the while
filthy-talking me about how I was a cock-whore and love his big cock
. . . which I am and do and was and did!  My boyfriend fucks me with
greater passion and abandons his boundaries of being the hard cock that
needs release and makes love to me while he FUCKS me and tells me how much
he loves fucking me . . . and how much he loves me.

I was flailing my hands to make him be quieter – we were in his parents'
guest room for chrissake, and they were home, after all!  But Jimmy was
unstoppable in his pursuit of my tormented ecstasy.  He'd increased the
speed of his thrusts but pulled back so that he was teasing my pleasure
point, not blasting it off.

My cock was puddling so much precum AGAIN on my upper abs that I felt it
despite my hyperawareness and focus on our point of mating.  As if reading
my thoughts, my beast bent down and took a long, lascivious
liccccccccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk up my abs, having shoved my
bobbing cock aside with his statue-worthy chin.
"MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, FUCK!  You taste so fucking good!" he
growled down at me.

And then that time, when he resumed his long-dicked jackhammering of my
g-spot, he had the look I knew meant this time he was going to blast me to
outer space.  It was like an earthquake inside my body – no warning
other than the look, the buildup like so many times before he slamfucked me
up to the edge, but this time every nerve ending in my body suddenly
flashed then exploded, and I felt my body convulsing and my nuts expelling
their contents and my own cum splattering all over me again as my head
thrashed wildly side-to-side and my screams of expletive-ridden joy were
muffled into the pillow, now fully over my face, so I couldn't see his
face.

But I could feel his cock, and my reflexive clenches on that fuckmonster
had done their job.  My beast hissed and
"Mmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm'ed as he SLAMMED
into me DEEP and unloaded HARD inside me.  YEAH BABY!  That's what I'm
talkin' about!

The sound of his heaving gasps were loud in the room as he held his
position, buried inside me, his cock still the grotesquely engorged baby's
arm it became when he came, so thoroughly filling and stretching me, it
truly gave me pause that I might be a closet fister!  I did what I'd
starting doing a few times now when Jimmy as so fraught after his climax
that he seemed to have seized and become immobile – I reached back and
took his huge nuts, again dangling and no longer almost pulled into his
body like they did when he came, in my hand and stroked them gently and
lightly pulled him toward me.  In a heap he collapsed on me – that mass
of muscle on me, still heaving breath but otherwise like all his strings
had been dropped by the puppeteer.

Slowly I felt his sweaty, hairy arms move and snake under me and enwrap me
tight.  His head moved to the side, and he kissed my neck.  "GOD!" he
whispered between another kiss behind my ear and one to my temple.  "You're
an amazing fuck . . . and you're my amazing boyfriend.  "I fucking love
you, Maddy VanD!"

Fortunately Jimmy covered my lips in a sweet kiss that quickly went to
hungry, or I might have let out the sob of abject joy his words had brought
to me.  But with that still-hard cock half inside me and his lips crushed
into mine – and with our tongues dueling like we hadn't just given
outlet to our passion for each other and for getting off – I was
immediately revved again.

Being almost as big a man as Jimmy, it wasn't crazy difficult to throw him
off me.  The hard part was not wrenching his cock or my fuckhole too hard
in the process – I had to keep all parts in working order because I
intended for a LOT of fucking from my beast, from my boyfriend!  But I did
it and pounced on top of him facing opposite and devoured his slimy cock in
my mouth.  "Mmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I growled as I savored the
taste of our sex and the feel of his veiny fuckweapon on my tongue and in
my throat.

"OH HOLY FUCK!" he cried out, and I pulled off instantly and glared back at
him.

"That's why God made pillows!" I grinned back at him.

"Fuck that!" he said defiantly, pulling my ass over his face and burying it
in my slimy crack.

"OH FUCK!" I hissed and dove back onto that beautiful cock, still so hard,
as it always was.

As Jimmy ate me with as much or more ravenous hunger than he had before we
fucked, I worked his fuckpole over.  I stroked, sucked, licked, throated,
worked his balls and stroked, sucked, licked and throated more until he was
bucking on the bed.  I pulled off when that beastcock of his again was as
thick and iron-hard and his head flared like a cobra's head just before he
started blasting another load.  I didn't pull off completely, just enough
so that that baseball-sized head was filling my mouth and I'd taste his cum
. . . and tease his over-sensitized head with my swirling tongue in the way
that made him buck and thrash like Linda Blair in The Exorcist when he was
cumming.

He had his face so jammed into my buttcrack to muffle his cries that I
almost couldn't hear them, even as moans, groans and mewls – but I could
feel the vibration of his sounds, which was hot!  I slurped and gulped
around that spurting head of his and swallowed every drop of his seed
. . . and tongued that cockhead until Jimmy had me flying up and around as
his body thrashed.

I didn't let up, even when he wasn't blasting anymore – thankfully
because I felt like I'd swallowed about a gallon! – and Jimmy finally
threw me off him and onto my back on the other part of the bed and threw
his own body back, arms out, one hand touching me.  I looked over at his
sweat-glistening, cummy torso where we'd mashed my last load between us,
and my breath still caught from the perfection of his body, every muscle
perfectly defined . . . and rippling and rolling as he struggled to get his
breathing back to normal.

"Who . . . needs . . . cardio?" he panted, "When . . . they . . . could
. . . fffffuck . . . likethat?" he finally got out.

"The same people who need water when they could just drink your
never-ending supply of spooge!" I shot back, smacking my lips.  "Mmmmm,
goooooooooooood!"

Jimmy rolled onto his side, facing me, and he gently put his big hand on my
abs, even more gently caressing me - just the slightest movement of his
fingers, just the right touch to take me to heaven.  I put my hand on top
of his and just laid it there.

"This is real, right? I'm not dreaming?" he asked just above a whisper.

"Oh, yeah, it's real all right, Jimmy," I answered him, my hand now giving
his just the slightest caress. "Your fag jock teammate has turned you WAY
GAY!" I added with a laugh.

"HEY!" he said, not protesting, but an idea, shaking my abs with his hand.
And then he started to get up.  "I have to show you something!" he said,
with that instant excess of enthusiasm he so often brought into a moment.

"Ummm, if it's another hardon . . . " I said, feigning fear.

Jimmy laughed and grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the bed to stand
with him.  "That's AFTER what I have to show you," he mugged with a grin.
"Throw on something so we can go to my room."

"Why don't we shower up first?  We're a mess, Jimmy," I suggested, given
we'd be walking through his parents' house, and common courtesy would
suggest that their son and his boyfriend all reeking of mansex might
conflict with the potpourri!

"C'mon," he said, already in his jeans – no underwear, which momentarily
sent a flash of heat through me.  "Nobody's awake now anyway."

"After all the beasty noises you made, I wonder," I teased him.

He threw my jeans at me.  "Either put these on or you're going to my room
like that," he said, pointing at my cock hanging there.  I got into my
jeans and went to grab my shirt, but he pulled me toward the door, him in
just his jeans, too.  "C'mon, Maddy.  I really want to show you this!"

Yes, I was self-conscious, following behind him, him pulling me fast by my
hand, as we walked a few long hallways in that behemoth of a house his
parents called home and then up a staircase and down another hall.

Jimmy's room was amazing – probably the size of our whole house where I
grew up!  And the walls, like all of the house I'd seen, was paneled and
molded with expensive, rich woods, contrasting almost like over-sized
inlays.  "Wow," I said, gawking.

"I know, right? I thought it was all about sports," he said absently,
entering yet another area of this vast suite of rooms and heading toward
yet another door.

Jimmy was talking about the posters, drawings, trophies, framed
photographs, balls, gear and other sports-related STUFF which neatly
littered his rooms.  It was everywhere – every wall, enclosed glass
cases, shelves, tops of furniture.  Not a gay thing about it, either, I
noticed – it was all teenage jock stuff that any straight boy would have
. . . except for what was missing.  Not a poster, photo or any hint of
anything to do with girls.  But none of men or boys, either, for that
matter.  My room at my parents' house was full of posters of hot sports
players and celebrities – no question whatsoever where my preferences
lay!

"Here, sit here," he patted a long window-seat he was sitting on, and I saw
he had an artist's sketch pad.

"These drawings, Jimmy – they're amazing – and you did them, didn't
you?" I asked incredulously, looking at several of men skiing or swimming
on the walls in this room, too.

Jimmy grinned.  "That's what I'm going to show you, Maddy.  Come here."

I went and sat next to him in the chill of the window seat.  It was about
twenty degrees outside, IF that, and the windows radiated the cold, but the
room was heated warm.  My parents would have had the vents turned off in
any room that wasn't being used.

Jimmy pulled me tight against him when I sat down and left his arm around
me as he put the sketchbook across both our laps.  He turned to me and
grinned and kissed me quickly.  "I've waited so long to show you this,
Maddy," he said with tamped exuberance.  "To show anyone," he murmured
after that, and I reflexively leaned my head against his, nuzzling him,
enjoying his warmth as well as his presence.

And then he pushed open the front cover of the big sketchbook and let it
fall forward, revealing a sketch of him and . . . someone who could easily
be me!  I gasped, and he held me tighter.

As I looked at the sketch more and discovered its details, I began to see.
I glanced at the lower left and saw he'd signed it – JH '99 – that's
what it said.  So him, six years before.  It made more sense, the likeness
of him was so explicit, yet younger-looking, though not dramatically.  But
what held me spellbound was the whole picture.

On the page, in shades of charcoal, with a small smattering of very soft
pastels for a sun in the distance.  And the main focus was two men –
Jimmy and an almost-as-tall, also shirtless like Jimmy, obviously built but
not grotesquely so, just a well-built, athletic man, furred of chest,
darker than Jimmy, sitting next to him, against him, Jimmy's arm around the
other man, the other man's head rested against Jimmy's.

Just like we were sitting then.

I broke my gaze and looked at Jimmy, and there were tears in his eyes, and
I suddenly understood.  THIS was his expression of who he really was, but
he'd said he hadn't shown it to anyone, and I knew he'd grappled with
keeping his sexuality hidden.  But this drawing was two men, together,
obviously bonded as a couple, looking toward the sun, toward the future.

I reached around his front with my far arm and just held onto him as his
tears turned to soft sobs, and he held me very tight against him.  We just
held each other, and his sobs passed fast.  I didn't know what to say –
and nothing would have been right.  This was the moment he merged the last
piece of his disparate former life together, and he was letting go the rest
of the hurt . . . and probably letting go the grief for the gay boy Carl
he'd known who was a victim of a hate crime murder, the event that led
Jimmy to shuck his fear and come out.

"You see, don't you?" he asked quietly, after a long silence.

"I see, Jimmy.  I see you.  And I love you," I answered, kissing his neck
softly.

"You see US, Maddy," he said, holding me so tight.

The darker man in the drawing could easily have been me.  Obviously taller
than average, as he was just not quite as tall as Jimmy by the drawing's
appearance.  An athlete or a man who took pride in his body.  And the face
was an amazingly indistinct in features yet distinct in character –
settled, secure and very happy.  Just as Jimmy had met me, as opposed to
his show of self, my self was obvious.  I was masculine, gay, an athlete,
and most of all I was a serious student.  I was very secure in everything
but the knowledge that I'd succeed in university as well as I had.  Over
the years Jimmy had come to know me to have that last confidence, too.

A thought flashed across my mind that if I hadn't had the confidence of my
success at university and success as a university athlete – on track to
graduate magna cum laude so having achieved my desired result there and the
second-star player on the water polo team, second to my Jimmy! – maybe
Jimmy wouldn't have made his declaration of love for me, maybe I'd have
fallen short in the stretch.

Again as if he could read my mind, Jimmy squeezed me and said, simply,
"Don't," and I relaxed against him, not having realized I'd gone tense.  "I
saw you three and a half years ago and knew you were the one I'd drawn to
complete me when I was a hopeful teenager.  And it took me fucking long
enough to finally tell you!"

I laughed at that.  "Yeah, but the sex in the meantime was awesome, Jimmy."

"And now?" he asked, a tone more serious than play.

I knew that tone.  It was the tone that trails a closeted straight topman's
denial of his sexuality in the face of his homosexual pleasure when he's
taken the leap and admitted.  He has to be assured he's still the stud –
this isn't misogyny; it's a man who wowed his bottom and stoked his
masculinity at the same time but now has to reconcile his masculinity
because he's faced himself.  As a very accomplished bottom, often getting
fucked by straight or think-they're-straight men, I knew well how to deal
with this – in fact, my words were at time a reflex more than a thought,
because between that and the fragile sexual ego most tops have anyway, well
. . .  And I knew how to keep a top I wanted to CUM back for more, CUMMING
back for MORE!

But with Jimmy the answer was easy and true.  "Now, it's like a dream I
never had, Jimmy.  The most incredible sex with the most incredible man who
shed all his hangups AND tells me he loves me?  FUCK!  Yeah, NOW is
INFUCKINGCREDIBLE!" I told him honestly, snuggling into him.

"Right on!" he laughed softly.  "And don't you forget it."

"Keep on fucking me like you do then, beast, and I couldn't forget you if I
wanted to!" I joked back, holding him so tight I might have almost believed
it would be forever.

"I want you to have the drawing, Maddy.  I didn't know it then, but it WAS
you I was hoping for."

"Jimmy," I said, trying not to let the catch in my voice show from the
depth of my feelings for him, "I'll cherish the drawing.  But it was YOU
you were waiting for, hoping for, not me.  And you've found you, you've
become you.  You've become the most amazing man, Jimmy, and he's as
beautiful in every way as the drawing."

Jimmy kissed my head and held me tight . . . and we sat there until I was
clod again despite the warmth of him holding me tight and my tight hold on
him.  I finally patted his amazing eight-pack and suggested, "Let's go back
to bed."

He kissed my head again and squeezed me before he let loose, closed the
sketchpad and handed it to me, and we got up and headed out.

We were almost to the stairs when I asked, "Draw me sometime, Jimmy?  I
mean really – like it's really me, not this presage of me," I clarified,
patting the sketchbook.

To that, Jimmy laughed . . . and laughed as we went down the stairs.  As we
navigated the halls back to the plush guest room he chuckled and said a few
times, "Oh, I'll draw you," and then, when I hoped we were close because I
really had to piss, he turned abruptly.

By then I'd figured it out.  "How many?" I asked, causing his face to go to
surprise.  "How many drawings of me are there already?"

Then Jimmy laughed louder and pulled me to him and kissed me.  "Exactly!"
he evaded but acknowledged my deduction.  "I can't wait to show them to you
when we get back to school."

"Boys?" Mrs. Hastings had appeared behind Jimmy in a flowing – and very
sexy – black nightgown over a negligee, evident at the neck.  Hmmmm,
Mr. Hastings is a lucky man, I thought.  My mom and dad slept in sweats!

"Oh, mom," Jimmy said, not busted at all.  "I was showing Mads my room."

"Hmmmmm," she said, looking us both over.  "I'm sure you were.  Give me a
kiss – both of you! – and then let's get the house to bed again," she
commanded.  She leaned around Jimmy, obviously my turn first, and I kissed
her cheek and she kissed mine as I did, and I thanked her again for having
me.  "Mads, we're absolutely thrilled.  Just look at my boy – he's so
happy with you."  She put her cheek up for Jimmy, and they managed to kiss
each other as we had – she was good at that.  "Good night, boys.  I will
assume, given the hour, that you will be taking breakfast late," she added
with a smile.  And as she was walking away, she stopped and turned again.
"Oh, and James, it's been quite a few years since I had to tell you and
your friends this, but . . . you need a shower!"  As my mouth fell open she
winked and walked off.

Jimmy clamped his arm around me and made an exaggerated inhalation.
"Jesus, she's right.  We REEK!"

I punched him – HARD! – and said, "OHMYGOD, Jimmy!  She knows we—"

Jimmy just laughed, softly, heeding his mother's admonition to get the
house back to bed.  "She should know, Maddy – I've got three brothers
and a sister after all, and she and did still go at it like stoats!"

"JIMMY!" I protested as he pulled me along the hall . . . but in truth so
did my parents, too.  I wondered if stoats have as much fun as two men do!

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jimmy and I didn't survive post-graduation separation, despite the euphoria
of our earlier days and feelings that it was the two of us he'd drawn those
teenage years before.  He went to grad school in California at USC, and I
stayed on at NWU; and two horny young men don't survive long-distance
usually, us being one of those couples to prove the point.  When we both
acknowledged it was over – after the screaming about the emotional
cheating with the guys we fucked when we were apart, which was always, I
went to the Art department and got the right kind of tissue paper and
carefully sandwiched the drawing between it, rolled it gently and put it
into a mailing tube, with all the appropriate warnings of fragile and the
like and mailed it to Jimmy with a note.

"Make this your life, dear Jimmy.  And remember our time together with as
much fondness and gratitude for all we shared as I do.  I will always love
you.  Mads"

And then I put a sticky-note at the bottom of the page that said "turn this
over" and on another sticky note that I put on the back of the paper I
wrote,

"And anytime you need that beautiful beastly cock or those huge
cum-producing nuts taken care of, I'm YOURS!"


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