Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2007 04:55:19 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE  ..THE TWINS + SURPRISES     by Donny Mumford

The Plain White Ts blaring from my car stereo with me
singing along at the top of my lungs driving down the
inter-state at 70 mph.  Other cars whizzing past me at
what? 80-90 mph.  Oh well, that's usually where you
can find me in my travels through life... the middle,
some good experiences and some not so good.  Alexander
isn't in the middle though, he's headed for the top of
the sexy food chain...so ta speak.  He's had a big
turn-around since I last saw him... that's obvious.
His recently acquired take-charge attitude makes him
an extremely confident guy right now and... well, it
took me by surprise.

He certainly had no trouble getting me to do pretty
much everything he wanted, but at the same time I
enjoyed myself while doing it too.... so, should I be
complaining?  I gotta admit that Alexander's
metamorphosis into his new personality was a weird and
unexpected development, the way he takes  charge and
the way he made me feel special.  He charmed me
plenty....he charmed me right out of my pants I guess
I'd have to say, not that he had to work up much of a
sweat doing that.

And of course, the thing is, he charmed me into doing
everything HIS WAY, I know that.  Among other
things....I'm wearing his haircut, I've got his hickey
on my neck.... the size of a radish, I've still got
the sore asshole he gave me and I'm still dealing with
an embarrassing memory of being dressed-up like a boy
prostitute....his boy, for all to see.  Other than
that, Alexander spent all his energy accommodating me
and my feelings.... not!   I can't get too mad at him
though because, like I said,  he did make me feel
wicked hot and sexy and it was fun, fun, fun.  What
the hell, Alexander is in a different league than me
now.  He got himself promoted or something.

Moving on up into a sexual "hot-shot" category like
Alexander did  appears to have cost him something
though.  I think it cost him the sweet side of his
nature....a side of him which he probably won't get
back any time soon and which I personally miss.  That
sweet "duh, is this OK?"  part of him was one of the
aspects of his nature that I liked best.  You know,
the way he was kind of innocently bumbling along
trying to find his way with gay boy sex...just like
me.  Now I guess he's suave or something.   Oh what
the fuck, he is a cool dude and I wish him well, but I
need to realize something else... I don't like him
anywhere near as much as I use to.

I'm on my way to St John's Prep to see Noah and
Nathan, Alexander's half brothers.... I need to be
careful when I see them and not project negative
feelings about Alexander.  They think Alexander is
perfect...their hero, as it were.  They have only one
complaint about Alexander and it's that he doesn't
spend as much time with them as they would like him
to.  Anyway,  I prefer the "old" Alexander because the
new one is a bit of a dick.....but, I don't have to
tell the twins that.

I was also thinking...Jeez, seeing the twins today is
somewhat awkward because they know I just spent the
weekend with their brother.  That fact, on it's own,
wouldn't be a reason to feel awkward, but here's the
deal...... they recently emailed to tell me about them
spying on Alexander and me while we were fucking each
other last summer....on our vacation in Wildwood.  So,
if they saw us fucking last summer it's logical to
assume they know we were fucking over this past
weekend too.  Oh what the hell, I need to get over
it..get over being awkward about this and try being
more blase about it....like Noah and Nathan apparently
are.

Managing to arrive without getting lost was a pleasant
change for me. Driving onto the campus it struck
me.... St John's Prep looked like a smaller version of
the University of Penn.  Everything was old, but in
great shape.   Two and three story brick buildings
with freshly painted white wood trim and big heavy
doors and shutters.  Lots of manicured lawns which
were still amazingly green for this late in the year.
Large old trees with brilliant Fall colored leaves of
orange, gold or red, and with dark green evergreens
mixed in too.  Brick sidewalks meandered here and
there and out of sight.  You could tell that this was
a high school  though,  there was a large number of
teenage boys jostling around on a Lacrosse field near
where my car was parked and  many other smaller groups
of boys just hurrying here and there.  So many
adolescent hormones in the air it felt heavy, like
high humidity
......and the boys themselves,  so young and always so
much fun to look at.

I followed the signs to the main administration
building.  Inside I lied and told them I was the
twins' brother and I used the ID badge issued to
Alexander to get a visitor's pass allowing me inside
the boys dormitory.  A fox in the hen house, that's
me.... being the king of teens and all.  That thought
made me smile to myself as I walked across the center
of the campus to dorm # 5.  The reality, of course,
is that I'm more like a 'mouse' in the hen, forget the
fox.  Showing my pass to the faculty member in charge,
I went right up to Nathan and Noah's room.

Damn if I wasn't a little excited about seeing these
boys again.  I'm barely four years older than they
are, but sometimes it seems a lot more than four
years.... and other times it seems a lot less.  We
hooked up on the beach in Wildwood, New Jersey for two
weeks last summer hugging and goofing off and doing
beach-type things.   We also drove all around town in
my hot convertible going miniature golfing and to
water parks and to the boardwalk for the amusement
rides.  The thrill rides were our favorites...me
squeezing into the seat with the boys... yikes!  was
that ever hot.

Thinking back, my all-time favorite activity with the
boys was the horse play we did in the water... goosing
each other and wrestling with one another's wet
slippery bodies.  I thought I was putting something
over on the boys with all that accidentally-on-purpose
physical contact until Nathan informed me in his
recent "tell all" email that he and Noah had to hide
their smiles every time they purposely rubbed one of
the boners.  Boners I always got when rough housing
with them in the water.  When I read that I thought,
"Well I'll be God damned!"   My face got red thinking
about it, but I wound-up chuckling to myself ....whoa,
it was really fun.  These kids have a thing about
hugging too, they love to hug...I guess they're just
being unbelievably affectionate.  They are something
special, that's for sure.

One knock from me and the door flies open and four
arms and two tight bodies are hugging me.  Oh my God,
Nathan and Noah can surely make you feel special.  I
hugged back as best I could and then Nathan steps back
and says, "Welcome, Oliver.  Wow, your haircut is just
like Alexander's and you look so cool with it.  We
love the way you look all the time anyway, don't we
Noah?"  Noah nodded his head and pointing at my
hickey, looked at Nathan and they both broke out in
big smiles.  Nathan nodded his head once at Noah and
Noah said, "See what we've been practicing, Oliver"
and with that he pulled my head down with his damp
palms on either side of my face and kissed my lips.

It started as a simple kiss, but Noah was soon running
his tongue back and forth across my front teeth and up
under my top lip and then along the outside of my back
teeth and licking the inside of my cheek.  I went,
"Ahh" and opened my mouth a bit and in came Noah's
cool pink tongue to begin lapping against my
tongue....his tongue moved so quickly.   We slipped
into a French kiss as good as any French kissing I've
ever been a part of.  My boner was soon poking out the
front of my jeans and Noah pressed his belly against
it and did some grinding up against my crotch.... his
arms around my waist tightly. His mouth tasting like a
teen boy's mouth might taste right after eating a
crisp, tart, candy apple.  Both our mouths were
dripping saliva and our chins were wet with it.

The entire make-out was so dreamily done I forgot who
I was doing it with for a moment and held Noah around
the neck with both my arms.  I could feel the spunk
flying around in my nuts and the head of my boner was
wet and had that pre-climax tingle.  Very aroused,  I
moaned around our intertwined tongues and Noah
abruptly pulled away and gave Nathan a look.  Nathan,
in a sincerely curious voice said, "Noah wonders if
you were trying to talk just then, Oliver".  I felt
lost for a second as I stared at the hard boner
pushing out the front of Noah's sweat pants and then,
rubbing the back of my neck,  I did try to talk...
once and then a second time, but I couldn't catch my
breath.  Noah ignored his boner although it moved
around in his sweat pants with every motion of his
body..... he continued looking at me,  waiting for my
answer.

Quickly my breathing returned and I was able to say,
"I was just about to say what a fabulous kisser you
are, Noah....that's all.  You did very well.  You guys
have obviously been practicing.  You know, so ah
     ...great job".  Both the boys tried to act
nonchalant, but they ended up looking at each other,
beaming with pride.  Then they high fived and touched
fists and went into a complicated series of things
with their hands in a synchronized secret handshake,
staring into each others eyes with grins on their
faces as they did it.  Finished, they looked over for
approval and I said."WOW! Cool handshake."  They
smirked proudly at each other again.

The boys are very innocent, and very immature too.
That's mostly because of the ridiculously
over-protective approach to raising them, babying them
unmercifully, that their parents have shown them their
whole lives. That being said, there are obviously
other factors at work here too...the boys see
everything slightly askew and not like most of us see
things.  They aren't stupid or retarded at all and in
some ways are actually very intelligent... in other
ways, not so much.  Mostly,  they sort of live a part
of their lives in their own secret world.  I've often
wondered if they see something in me that reminds them
of themselves and that's why they have become so
attached to me.  Last summer Alexander told me it's
very rare the twins will let anyone into "their"
world....very rare. So I guess I'm just lucky.

They both see a psychiatrist twice a week attempting
to get them less dependent on each other and also, to
a lesser degree, to try and understand just what it is
the boys see differently than most of us.  Neither
wants to do anything that the other isn't involved in.
 Nathan saying, "My turn, Oliver"  intrudes on my
train of thought.  It was too soon though for another
blast of teen make-out stimulation or I'd surely blow
a load in my pants, so I said, "Give me a minute,
please Nathan.  I need to evaluate Noah's kiss a bit
more in my head first."  This was fine with the twins.
 Just about everything I can ever remember saying to
them has been fine with the twins.  They nodded there
heads at the same time, and in the same way, and then
sat down on one of their beds very close to one
another and stared at me.  I did my fake cough and
looked around their room tapping my front teeth with
my index finger... as if I was contemplating
something.  I was actually wishing my boner would go
down.

Their dorm room contained two twin beds, two desks
with a swivel desk chair each, two chest of drawers,
two little shelving units, a small  flat screen TV and
a poster of the Plain White Ts on one wall.  Another
poster of a young singing group, consisting of both
boys and girls.... barely in their teens, on another
wall. I didn't know that group.  This room was bigger
than Joey's and my room and it also had the luxury of
two tall windows.  I could see in the distance a
beautifully maintained football field with a rather
large  section of cement and aluminum stands on the
opposite side of the field, facing their windows.
Pretty impressive for what is basically a private high
school.  I looked at the boys as they looked at me.
They are exact duplicates of each other.... that can
be disconcerting.

I love their strawberry-blond hair which must have
been buzz cut in the summer, probably the haircut
after the faux hawk haircut they had gotten so that
they would be like me back then.  I guessed at the
buzz cut because their hair had grown-in the exact
same length all over their head...a little over two
inches now.  Silky and shiny, pale strawberry-blond
hair with curly hairs along the hairline in the front.
 The rest of their hair was fairly straight,  with
lots of body, just slightly wavy in places....  laying
casually on their perfectly shaped, identical heads.
The urge to do that thing adults do to kids occurred
to me...you know, ruffling a kids' hair with the palm
of your hand just cause he's so cute and likable.

They were staring at me with little grins on their
dark pink, puffy, bow-shaped lips.  Their grin caused
a single dimple to form on either side of their
mouths...a full smile brought out double dimples. I
felt a shiver of some sort from just looking at them,
the two of them sitting there with their backs hunched
the way young teenagers sit, their shoulders touching
because they were sitting so close to one another.  My
head was shaking back and forth slightly because
everything about these boys was impossibly yummy....
almost impossible to believe.

For example.... something you rarely think about
perhaps, but I've never seen a cuter chin than the one
on each of these boys and their pug noses with the
little group of light freckles sprinkled across the
bridge was so right ....it's not possible two humans
can be this perfect in every way, is it?  They have
the perfect, all-boy teen look...it simply doesn't get
any better than Noah and Nathan.  It's one of those
wonderful freak-of-nature things that comes along once
in a million or two tries.  I've thought the same
thing about Frankie's looks any number of times.

The twin always seem to have their heads ever so
slightly tilted to the right.  Their faces with that
flawless light complexion and those large pale green
eyes under long, light brown, curved
eyelashes.....real thin, blond eyebrows that they
always seemed to have slightly raised as if they were
expecting a surprise.  Their ears were mostly hidden
by hair now, but I knew the ears to be nicely sized
and shaped.  When the hair was clipped short on the
sides you can see their ears stick out from their head
in a goofy, cute way.  On the beach their hair wasn't
covering their ears and I constantly felt the need to
pull on them slightly....just using my thumb and index
finger.  Either one of  the boys would always look up
at me with those puppy dog eyes when I tugged on their
ear...their look seemed to say, "thanks for pulling my
ear".

Just sitting there on the edge of the bed wearing the
same blue and yellow striped, sleeveless T shirts and
dark blue nylon sweat pants,  both of them tapping
their right foot on the floor quietly as they waited
impatiently for me to experience Nathan's kiss.   Oh
my God, I wanted to lick their thin necks under their
cute chins and massage their tight, slim bodies and
just enjoy feeling all that wonderful muscle
definition that appeared in all the right places.
Nice definition in their bare arms too... no visible
hair  except very short, fine blond ones on their
forearms and a hint of dark blond hair peeking out at
their underarms. I've always loved that sleeveless T
shirt look on thin boys with good tight bodies.

Seemingly unconscious of doing it...Nathan and Noah's
graceful hands casually played with themselves as they
tapped their feet.  They were both doing it the same
way....using just their fingers, they gently massaged
the bulge in their laps. I stared, fascinated that
they were so unconcerned about the boners growing
conspicuously right before my eyes.  They seemed
oblivious to that as they concentrating solely on
me....waiting for me to say something.

I shook my head to snap myself out of it and did my
fake cough again before saying, ""OK, Nathan, let's
see how well you can do a gay kiss".  He jumped off
the bed and told me right up front that he wasn't as
good at it as Noah and that that's why they'd decided
to have Noah go first...trying to impress me.  Noah
had impressed me alright, but I didn't elaborate that
point.  Instead I said, "I'm sure you'll do fine,
Nathan".  He walked right over and leaned into me with
his semi-hard cock pressed against my thigh and
proceeded to do everything with his kiss exactly the
way Noah had done it..... except Nathan did it in a
kind of by-the-numbers way where as Noah had done it
all naturally as if he was really into it for real.

Hmmmm, I thought about that some because it was Noah
who had given me that unexpected kiss goodbye when
they were heading home after Wildwood.  The make-out
with Nathan wasn't as hot as Noah's had been, but I
still got a good boner and Nathan rubbed his belly on
it just like Noah had done,  and I still almost shot
off in my pants.  This time I waited till just before
climaxing, enjoying that thrilling feeling till the
last second, and then I broke the kiss off.  I had to
sit down immediately to get my breath back, but Nathan
wasn't paying attention to me.  He was wide-eyed and
red faced and anxious to discuss his kissing
experience with Noah.  His boner was totally hard and
stuck straight out, but as usual for the twins... he
ignored it.

I felt dizzy for a few seconds, but got it together
pretty quickly.  The boys talked excitedly about gay
kissing and how it was so different doing it with me
rather than with each other.  I nodded at them and
smiled as I briefly introduced them to the concept of
licking and sucking at places on the body other than
the mouth...you know,  as another aspect of
making-out.  Both boys were very attentive and said,
at the same time, "Oh, yes, Oliver. That sounds so
interesting."  Nathan added, "Is that how you got that
hickey?"  This is when I first realized the
obvious.... I couldn't carry this sex thing off with
the boys, I couldn't do it.  No way.  I said, "Hickey,
what hickey?" and the boys did there laugh riot act
for a while.

I needed to think, but for now we talked about how gay
making-out wasn't very different, technique-wise, from
straight making out. The twins paid close attention to
everything I said, but also continued playing with
themselves the whole time.  For fun, I contemplated
having them stay after class for a disciplinary bare
ass spanking, but that thought got me playing with
myself too...three of us, all playing with ourselves.
I said, "Anybody hungry?"  they both were and even
though I'd had the late breakfast at the diner I took
the twins out for lunch at a pizza joint.  I needed to
give my blue balls a rest and do some more thinking
about how to handle this mess.

I ordered an extra large, extra cheese pizza and we
all had 16oz cokes which we sipped on in a booth
waiting for the pizza.  The boys were real interested
in college life so I told them a few things that the
deliciously cute junior, Randy Rider, had told Joey
and me our first day there.  Randy had a lot to say
about drinking beer.  He'd told us it's maybe the
number one reason to even go to college.  He warned us
that there will be times however when you drink WAY
too much.  These "times" are called weekends.  I
looked at the twins for a reaction, but they were just
staring back at me nodding their heads encouraging me
to go on.  I said, "That's the joke, guys.  You're
suppose to laugh."  And, so they did, claiming that
"Now we get it, Oliver. College guys drink too much on
weekends."

I smiled and went on with this, "here's something
about Sharpies you can even do at prep school...
besides smelling them I mean."  The boys were all
ears.  I said, "Well, obviously it's every college
student's dream to draw pictures of genitalia on their
friends' faces.... using a permanent marker of course,
and it's much easier to do this when the friend passes
out totally drunk, right?   But, no,  wait....you guys
don't drink in prep school do ya?  This won't work
until you get to college."  Nathan and Noah exchanged
glances and then looked back at me.  I told them that
this kind of stuff passes for humor with us college
guys.  Nathan said, "Oh, yeah.  It's funny. Using
Sharpies to draw cock and balls on your friends faces.
You said you'd tell us how you meet the right type of
new friends there."

Keeping with this high level of humor I continued by
repeating things I'd heard sophomores and juniors in
the gymnastic club say.  I told the boys that there
are games you can play to expedite the social
outcasting of weirdos and geeks who aren't worth
knowing anyway.  Looking at the twins I knew right
away that this was going to bomb just like all my
other college humor had, but I continued anyway.  I
said, "One of the ways to weed out the losers is to
ask for a show of hands from everyone who can juggle."
 The twins nodded their head indicating they were
following me.  I kind of chuckled and said, "Obviously
anyone who raises his hand...well, right there you
know you don't have to waste your time on him. Right?
Someone who took the time to learn to juggle.....?
Not cool, ya know."   Nathan asked, "Why is that,
Oliver?"

I said, "Are you boys putting me on...breaking my
balls, or what?"  and Noah burst out laughing with
Nathan joining in.  When these two start laughing you
got a good bit of time on your hands before they stop.
 When they did stop Nathan, with a straight face,
said, "No, were not putting you on.  What's another
way to weed out losers?"  Pretending to believe them,
I continued, "Well, another way would be to ask
everyone in your dorm to list their favorite
books...if anyone puts down The Bible, roll your eyes
and cross that person off your "get-to-know-list"
immediately".  Nathan said, "Why would you do that
Oliver?"  and they were off to the races with laughter
again.  If they weren't so much fun to look at they
might qualify as being a pain in the ass....
occasionally.

We finished up all the pizza and before we left I got
serious.  It had become obvious to me that having sex
with them wasn't going to happen.  I told the guys I
just couldn't do it.  I couldn't have sex with them
because they're too young.  I also told them to
absolutely NOT consider predators and pedophiles and
derelicts as a replacement for Alexander and me.  The
boys were angry and insisted I keep my promise.   I
told them it was against the law for me to have sex
with them.... even consensual sex. They were pissed
and said it was a stupid law.  They said in most of
Europe 16 was the age of consent and on and on they
argued.  Finally I compromised by promising to do
something sexy with the boys when they turned sixteen
next Spring.  "I promise guys, if you still want to...
I will be there for you then".

That's what they reluctantly agreed to, but only if I
went back to their room and witnessed the foot fetish
thingie that they wanted my opinion on...they wanted
to know, was it a fetish or something else?.  I'd
forgotten all about their alleged foot fetish.... it
seemed harmless enough though, so it became part of
our compromise agreement.  The boys sulked a little on
the ride back and I really felt I was letting them
down just like their brother Alexander was always
doing...but,  I also thought I was doing the right
thing.  I'll try dealing with it in six or seven
months,  or so......  if it's still an issue then.

When I'd first read Nathan's email last month about
teaching then gay sex I'd initially rejected it
out-of-hand and then I'd rationalized myself into
thinking it was the best answer to an impossible
situation....with Alexander also encouraging me to
come to that conclusion.  But after spending two hours
with Nathan and Noah it became apparent to me that I
just can't do it.  It's wasn't just the fact that
they're fifteen years old,  well that's part of it
certainly.... what it really comes down to is that
they're fifteen years old going on twelve and I can't
make myself take advantage of their innocence.

It's up to Alexander to make sure these kids don't
take this further with some stranger...and I'll
reinforce that they stay clear of all perverts through
my emails too.  I feel confident that they'll stick by
our agreement to wait until they're sixteen.  Then,
we'll see how I can postpone it further, or hopefully
they'll just drop it all together.  Seven months is
very far in the future when you're fifteen.

By the time we got back to the dorm they were talking
and joking again, they can't stay mad for long....it's
not in their nature.  They told me the foot fetish
thing came up because of a video.  They'd been surfing
the net looking for information about gay sex from gay
sites and they ran into a site   boys4boy.org.uk
that they loved.  It had great videos of young guys
doing gay sex.  It intrigued them because most of the
models in the video did in fact look like teenagers.
The boys said the site was the best one they'd found
by far and except for a bunch of boring stories by
some twenty-two year old kid the site really rocked!
 They were also very intrigued by  pictures of real
hot gay teens on the site.  Nathan and Noah anxiously
stared at the pictures,  but felt no sexual arousal
because of them.  The videos affected them sexually
though and they were jerking off to some of
those....so, they were getting mixed signals and
weren't sure what to make of it all.

Then they saw the foot fetish video where one boy rubs
his foot over another boy and one of the boys sucks
the other's foot and so on.  Amazingly, while watching
this video,  they both sprung boners and couldn't stop
watching the foot boys.  They were shocked that
something so odd could get them so excited, but it
did.  They tried duplicating the moves of the boys in
the video on each other and not only did they get the
boners, but they also spontaneously fired off their
little peckers every time they played footies with
each other.  Nathan told me,  "Oliver, we've never
felt anything this exciting.  Wait till you see."  We
were back at the parking lot by now and the twins
definitely had peaked my curiosity.

Inside their room they both stepped out of their
sneakers and dropped their warm up pants but left
their boxers on.  This was done in a hurried fashion
as if they were obviously excited at the very thought
of playing with each others' feet.  The boys are about
five feet, five inches tall and slim, but well put
together.  Looking at them wearing only their
underwear I noticed that their legs seemed too long
for their torso.  Slightly out of proportion and I
don't remember thinking that was the case last summer
on the beach.  Obviously they've grown in the last six
months and that growth must have occurred mostly in
the length of their legs.

Is it possible for boys to have beautiful legs?  Good
God almighty I'd describe them that way if I thought
it was.  Beautiful, but also all 'boy' in every way.
Long, thin legs with that great natural muscular
definition that I'd noticed in their arms.  All of it
God-given as they don't work-out at all.  Legs like an
artist might draw for the perfect young male form.  No
hair on the thighs at all and just the short, fine,
light blond hairs on the lower part of the legs near
the finely detailed calf muscle and down near their
ankles.  The skin on their legs blemish-free, healthy
pink toned just like the rest of them. Very lick-able.

The boys great looking legs made me think of my recent
little boyfriend Spunky, with his hot sixteen year-old
legs, which he'd meticulously shaved clean.  It gave
me that weird scary tingling feeling in my stomach
imagining me shaving the twin's legs of their sparse
short blond hairs. Then I shuddered thinking about my
roommate Joey's recently discovered fetish of having
his pubes shaved and the reality that I'd be doing
that for Joey the first or second night back in the
dorm.  More scary tingling in my lower belly.  Ohhh,
it felt scary, but good too.   Fetishes can be fun, ya
know.

My mind came back to the present and I realized that
like everything else about the boys' bodies, they were
oblivious to their legs' perfection.  I was staring
wide eyed now at the tight skin over their knees and
imagining them naked so I could see the way their sexy
thighs connected so beautifully with their torso right
there where their cock and balls package swung in
between, and...oh hell, everything about their legs
was just right.  Odd thing though... I couldn't think
of another time when boys legs had such as affect on
me.   The boys had left their socks on and that drew
my attention to their feet.  Did their socks make
their feet look so long and narrow?   I hadn't noticed
long narrow feet last summer.  Of course, it would be
a huge surprise if their feet weren't still as perfect
as the rest of them.  I found myself lightly fondling
my dick with my hand in my pocket as I took in the
perfection of these two long-legged boys in their
underwear and socks.

Noah flopped down on his back on the carpet near one
of their beds and Nathan casually laid the inside part
of his left sneakers over Noah's nose and mouth.  I
could tell this was a familiar routine for them just
from the way they did it.  Made me wonder how many
times a week...or maybe,  how many times a day they
did this.  Noah took a big inhale of that sneaker as
Nathan slowly rubbed his foot along Noah's body...
first on top of the T shirt and then pushing his foot
under it to rub Noah's bare belly.    Another big
inhale of that old sneaker with Nathan rubbing his
foot on Noah's thigh and then up near his nuts.  Noah
moaned out as his cock began to push against the
inside of his boxers.  When Nathan's foot was up near
his neck Noah gabbed it and pulled it to his mouth.
He adjusted the sneaker to cover only his nose and
began sucking on Nathan's sock-covered foot.

At first the white sweat sock remained dry but slowly
Noah transferred his spit to the sock until it
eventually was soaked through and the outline of
Nathan's foot was more obvious.  More sucking and
inhaling the sneaker odor.  Noah squirmed his body as
he lay there on the floor moaning around that foot in
his mouth and now after each sniff of the sneaker, he
was going "Ahhhh....ohhhhh".  Gently, Nathan pulled
his wet foot away from Noah's grasp and began rubbing
Noah's stiffening boner with his wet toes until he
maneuvered that semi-hard cock to pop up through the
piss slit of Noah's underpants and it bobbed in the
air.

Taking short fast breaths himself now, Nathan pulled
off his wet sock and began slowly rubbing his bare
foot up and down Noah's body.  His foot was indeed
long and narrow and very graceful looking.  Each toe
was perfectly formed...none of the gnarled up little
toe or extra silly long big toe.  All perfectly
proportioned.  Very nice arch in the center bottom of
his foot and not a single hair anywhere....just that
same perfect pinkish skin.  No one could draw a better
picture of a foot then this real life one of Nathan's.
 I thought, Christ, who wouldn't want to suck on that?

Noah's boner was very hard by now.  It pointed
straight up out of the pee slit in his boxers about
five inches and was quite chubby.  A nice big helmet
head that appeared to be a bit wider than his shaft.
Noah moved his hands slightly off the floor and Nathan
grunted out, "No Noah, no touching."  "Ahhh" was
Noah's response as he again flattened his arms on the
floor next to his body.  A large clear drool of precum
covered the head of his fat boner and he humped his
ass off the floor three times. A few dark blond pubic
hairs surrounded the base of his cock.  They looked
soft.  Noah moaned, "Ohhh".

Nathan pushed down with his bare foot on Noah's belly
just above the boner, squishing some of those pubic
hair under his foot,  holding Noah against the floor.
"No humping, Noah" said Nathan quietly.  Noah rolled
his head back and forth as more pre cum drooled down
that pinkish cock following the fine violet colored
vein that ran down the length of his boner and
disappeared into his underwear.  By now I was very
sexually aroused myself and I have to admit I never
would have believed it except I was living it right
that minute.  The boys are simply so sexy it takes
your breath away.  I was able to grope myself openly
because neither of the twins was paying any attention
to me and appeared to not even know I was in the room
by now.

Using his bare toes Nathan casually pushed the sneaker
off Noah's face and poked his little toe up Noah's
nostril before rubbing the bottom of his foot up
Noah's face till the heel was on his forehead and then
up into Noah's hair.   Noah frantically trying to lick
every inch of that foot as it traveled up his face.
Nathan bent over and pulled off one of Noah's white
sweat socks and  flipped it on Noah's face to take the
place of the sneaker. I frowned at the dried sweat
stains on that sock and I actually caught a whiff of
it when it was in the air... teenagers' foot odor for
sure.

Noah frantically grabbed the sock and pressing it
tight to his face he inhaled a longer inhale than he'd
done with the sneaker.  Pre cum continued drooling out
of his five inch cock and he began humping his hips
off the floor again.  Nathan said, "No!".  I'd been
fixated on Noah, but when I heard the "No" I looked up
and saw that Nathan also had a hard boner visibly
poking out the front of his boxers.... he was rubbing
it in a circular pattern with his right hand flat
against it.

Nathan, balancing himself on one foot,  took a long
wheezy breath and mumbled, "Oh God" and then using his
bare foot he pulled Noah's boxer waistband down,
dragging the boner with it,  and fastened the
waistband tightly under Noah's hard nuts....the boner
flipped back up to it's original position.... straight
out from Noah's nicely formed pubic patch.  Nathan
began rubbing Noah's cock with that bare foot,
smearing the pre cum on the sparse pubes and then on
Noah's belly just under his T shirt and then fully
down on his nuts.  With amazing foot dexterity he
massaged Noah's balls and pubic patch.  Noah smacked
his hands on the floor a number of times and made a
sound in his throat like a cat in heat.  It startled
me and I looked at Noah's face for the first time in a
while.  He had his eyes and mouth tightly shut, his
face was red and sweaty.

Nathan relentlessly rubbed that bare foot down between
Noah's legs, all around his pubic area, then down
under his nuts, past the waistband and with his big
toe pressed slightly inside Noah's asshole ....Noah
lifting his ass off the floor some and then that
mewing, cat-sound again escaped his throat.  My boner
was as hard as it can get and that tingling feeling
I'm so familiar with started up.  I really wanted to
wank that thing, but I wanted to watch this show the
twins were putting on even more.   Nathan took his
foot away from Noah ass to push the sock off Noah's
face and again put his bare foot flat in it's place.

Grabbing that foot in both hand Noah smelled all over
the bottom by rubbing his nostrils tightly against the
bottom of the foot from the toes to the heel. Then
lots of wild licking with his tongue extended as far
as he could extend it.... he licked the heel and
lapped at the arch before frantically getting the toes
into his mouth and sucking on them with wet slurping
sounds. Nathan was still comfortably balancing himself
on his other foot and continuing to massage his crotch
from the outside of his underpants....a large wet spot
showing where the head of his boner was.  Noah slurped
loudly on Nathan's bare foot while humping his hips
off the floor in a rapid rhythm.  This time Nathan
said nothing about the humping as Noah methodically
sucked those toes one by one licking in between each
of then until spit was dripping back down from the
toes to Noah's chin.   The big toe that Nathan had
pressed inside Noah's asshole was sucked on last and
longest.  My boner was at it's longest too....

The big toe sucking put Nathan over the edge and he
had to pull his boner outside his boxers to stroke it
in a full blown jerk-off.  Two minutes of that with
many quick breaths, grunts and moans...then calming
down just enough to gently pull his foot away from
Noah's mouth.  Nathan held his breath, sat back on the
bed, pulled his other sock off.... and with both of
his long, narrow bare feet did a very adroit jerk off
on Noah boner.  Noah was moaning and meowing and
humping his buttock off the floor repeatedly until
soon he stopped everything, made a high-pitched wail
and climaxed shooting a string of cum straight up in
the air three feet or maybe higher, then that string
of cum started to curve over and it came down to splat
on his body from his chin, down across his Tshirt...
stopping just before his sparse pubes started.

The groan from Noah sounded like ecstasy-and-relief in
equal portions.  Three more smaller shots of cum from
Noah causing him to make a funny squeal with each one
and then Nathan's muffled multiple throaty grunts as
he jerked himself into a climax that shook his body.
His balls exploded a cum shot straight out from his
five inch chubby cock in a very hard stream of juicy,
creamy teen boy cum that shot out to three feet so
fast I almost missed it...then it was suspended in mid
air for a fraction of a second, all three of us
staring at it, before it dropped down to form a 'plus
sign' on Noah's T shirt, crossing Noah's earlier line
of cum.

My eyes were open as big as they can open and I gasped
and wheezed throughout this extremely erotic episode,
from beginning to end it lasted less than ten minutes,
but...oh my God it was sexy/hot!.  My balls were
driving sperm in a twirling circle inside my nuts...
but it would require a tiny bit more stimulation to
get that climax up and out my wet, hard boner hiding
there inside my jeans.  All three of us had red faces
and heaving chest.

The twins were especially red in the face and sweaty,
with half closed eyes, hearts thumping and legs
spaszing a little. I could barely hear Noah moan out,
"Oh holy shit, that was the best yet".  Noah hardly
ever speaks so that represented quite a speech for
him.  Nathan sounded  exhausted muttering, "Having
Oliver watch added to it, don't ya think?"  Noah,
still feeling the after affects of his climax could
only say, "I guess".  The truth is, neither of them
even knew I was there through most of it.   After a
bit Nathan asked, "Is that a fetish, Oliver?"  I said,
"Yes, I believe it possibly could qualify as one."

Nathan told me that they took turns on the floor.....
with identical results.  He said they usually do it
totally naked, but that they didn't want to freak me
out.  I said, "That wouldn't freak me out" as I
thought, "Oh my God, if they'd done it totally naked
I'd be shooting off in my pants for a week".  There
are other positions the boys like while playing with
their fetish.... such as, after a long day of classes
and outdoor play,  getting naked on one of their beds
and laying head to feet.  Facing each other's body so
they can smell, suck and lick each others' feet until
they spontaneously climax onto each other.  No boner
touching except for a kind of sword fight between
their matching boners caused, of course, by all the
mutual foot stimulation. Other times they leave their
sweaty socks on and suck on them until they fire off
their hard peckers.

Sometimes it's as simple as smelling each other's
sweaty socks as they jerk themselves off.  They
laughingly told me about them trying to get hold of
other guys' sweaty socks or sneakers to smell while
jerking off.  Many times they don't even need to jerk
themselves off,  if the sock or sneaker is especially
gross they'll spontaneous climax just sucking on it
and smelling it. Way too much information for me...I
told them that I got the idea...they didn't need to
give me anymore details.  When it was the twins' sock
or sneaker or feet,  that's one thing, but some fat
slob's sweat soaked foot or sock was not a turn on to
me.  I reassured them that they had a full fledged
fetish alright.  They seemed pleased for some reason.

We talked about fetishes being subconscious things and
how I didn't know much about them... and general stuff
like that.  They knew quite a list of other bizarre
fetishes and I guess it's a good thing that the boys
weren't guilty or particularly embarrassed about their
fetish...it was what it was.  A short discussion about
how they were doing in school and a little about
making sure I keep my promise for when they turned
sixteen and so on and so forth. I liked talking with
the boys...and looking at them while I'm talking is a
bonus for sure.   But it got to be time for me to hit
the road.  After three o'clock in the afternoon
already!  Jeez, I had to meet Joey back at the dorm
before six.  The twins hugged me goodbye tightly and
thanked me for coming, but no kisses which
disappointed me and sort of surprised me too.
Unpredictable twins, as usual.

The ride back was uneventful except the last half hour
overlapped "commuter drive time" and was very slow
going.  I'd called Joey's cell phone right after
leaving the Prep school and he said there was no need
for me to hurry.  His mother was dropping him off at
the senior gymnast dorm and I could pick him up there
any time.  During the first part of my drive all I
could think about was that unbelievable foot fetish
show the twins put on.  That caused another boner that
would not go down...it was a boner that needed
attention and I decided I'd stop at our room and jerk
off as soon as I got back.  Then I'd pick-up Joey.

The second part of the drive I thought about things in
general starting with Frankie who I dreamed about
every other night it seemed.  It was almost like he
was sending me telepathic messages or something.  I
really missed him and thinking about him made me, from
habit, smell the underside of my wrist hoping for his
smell there like it use to be when he and I were
together. That didn't help my boner to go down either.
 Jesus, I wanted to suck Frankie's cock and swap spit
with him and run my fingers through his short red burr
haircut....I'm helplessly in love with Frankie.  And,
no matter how hard I tried not to allow a picture of
that bitch Darleen in my head... there she was.  I
hate that fat cow.... how could she steal Frankie from
me?  Why would he prefer her to me??

I'd do anything for him, but right now I need to think
about something else or I'll get in a depressed mood.
Soon I'll be picking up Joey and that thought cheered
me up.  It has been three nights since the last time I
went through Joey's  bathroom routine, but I missed
doing it so it seemed longer.  That's going to be
fun...not that thinking about it will in any way help
this boner to go down.  My only little concern is that
Joey hadn't sounded too upbeat on the phone, I'll work
to cheer him up when I see him.  It made me smile to
myself just thinking about him.....him and that
fabulous gymnast body of his all naked and wet and
slippery with me bathing and shampooing and putting
the ointment on that rash up his hole..... which
usually results in him asking me for help him with his
"snake".  Ha ha, a cute, huge snake it is too.

Amazing how he seems so comfortable with me.  Guess he
has very little choice since he can't do for himself
at the moment.  Even after his bones heal there will
be a lot of rehab to go through.  Thinking about Joey
helped my outlook quite a lot... it also made me
forget my plan to stop at our dorm for that medicinal
jerk-off that I'd planned on.  I realized this as I
was parking in front of the gymnast seniors' dorm.  Oh
well, I'm here now,  horny as hell from my experiences
with Nathan and Noah a few hours back.  Inside I
spotted Joey's wheelchair immediately, but no Joey.
"Over here, Oliver" and there he was sitting at a
table with some guy I didn't recognize.

They were playing cribbage.  The first thing he
commented on was my haircut...he didn't sound like he
liked it and the guy he was with mumbled, "what kind
of fucked-up barber you going to, dude?" I wanted to
say, "Go fuck yourself" but I did my fake cough
instead and Joey said, "Do ya mind if I finish this
match, Oliver?  We just started best out of three."  I
said, "Sure, no sweat."  Then I saw his new casts and
exclaimed, " WOW!  your casts, Joey.  They're thin
and... where's the harness?"  He still couldn't use
his arms, but the new cast were small and
light-weight.  Much more comfortable I would imagine.

He explained these partially soft cast were all he
needed for the next four to six weeks....and no
shoulder rig at all.  After that he's done with casts.
Even with these new casts he still can't reach below
his belly button, but still, taking care of getting
him dressed and bathing him and all the other stuff
will be easier with the removable semi-soft cast.  He
can wear regular shirts now too.  It appeared Joey was
 trying to look excited about the new casts and about
seeing me, but I could tell his emotions were flat and
he didn't look well.  His dorky cribbage opponent
didn't know Joey well enough to realize he wasn't
feeling 100%, but I did.

I asked him, "You OK, Joey?" and he told me he was
fine and then suggested I kill some time checking out
the new wide screen, high definition, flat TV in the
'common' room. So I wandered downstairs and into the
common area where I saw there was only one other guy
in the whole place.  He was sitting in a wing chair
reading something with his back to me.  I knew who it
was even though I could only see the back of his head.
 Short, slightly wavy, two-toned blond hair....mostly
regular blond hairs, but with very light blond natural
highlights all through it.  Very striking and in all
my years of boy watching I'd seen this type hair only
a few times and mostly on just very young teens.  Here
at the University of Penn,  hair like that belonged to
only one person...Randy Rider.  Hot shit!

When I came in the room he turned around in the chair
to look at me so I said, "Wha sup, Randy?  Good to see
ya."  He casually replied, "Oliver, my favorite
freshman.  You looking for the wheelchair kid?"  He
said it as though Randy and me have been buds for
years.  It gave me such a good feeling and we easily
slid into some small talk.  I told him a little about
my trip to Delaware, leaving out all the sex except
the part about Spunky.  He laughed and told me I was
lucky hooking up with a sixteen year old,  ...and so
on.  Randy was quite up-front about being gay and told
me he'd always felt he was gay.  I replied, "Weird,
man...because that's my exact history too."  Randy
wanted to know if I had a boyfriend and I said, "Well,
almost.  I think of him as my boyfriend ....and now
all I need is for him to think that way too".  We both
laughed a little and he said he knew all about that
deal.

Randy was easy to talk to.  By now I was sitting on
the arm of the chair next to the chair he was in and I
was feeling relaxed with him.  While he was telling me
this long unrequited-love-tale I studied his wonderful
face and marveled that I'd just left the
extraordinarily cute North twins a few hours ago and
now I'm staring at another one of those
one-in-a-million faces.... Randy's.  Funny too that
all three of them were about the same height... 5'5"
or 5'6' tall.  The twins were fifteen and were still
growing, but Randy was probably twenty or twenty-one
years old and was as tall as he would ever be.  Most
gymnast were short.  Joey at 5'9" was one of the
tallest.

 In addition to his extraordinary hair, Randy's most
outstanding feature was his complexion...that peaches
and cream, blemish-free skin that makes him always
look ultra clean.  His hair wasn't the only thing that
was two toned either....bright two-toned brown eyes
that had that basically indescribable look of
intelligence.  Looking in his eyes I just
thought...this guy is smart.  I don't know why I
thought that, I just did.  Along those lines,
everything he said was either smart sounding or
smart-ass.  He was funny..... and even though he was a
big-shot junior,  he put me at ease and made me feel
like an equal.

His face was deliciously cute and that's all there is
to it.  Something about his cheekbone structure in
conjunction with his mouth, lips and chin.  Everything
went together just right.  That nose of his always
made me think the same thing, "so cute I'd like to
bite it"...gently of course.  He has that perfect
imperfection, that's what I call it anyway.  A slight
separation between his two front, brilliantly white
teeth that gives him that boyish, mischievous look all
the time....and when the boy smiles everything lights
up, highlighted by those fabulous dimples on those
kissable cheeks of his.

 It's not fair really,  but he has got it all and so
do the twins, yet he looks very different from the
twins and from Frankie too.  Frankie is the other one
that has it all, in my opinion anyway.  I think those
four are in a class all by themselves, blessed with
exceptional good looks although they all have
different "looks"....well, except for the identical
twins of course!   All four of them are perfect 10s...
   the rest of us are in lower categories, from 9.9 on
down.  A lot of guys are in the 7s or high 6s but most
are in the 5s or high 4s range.  Hey!  I been
cataloging boys' looks for nine or ten years now, I
know what I'm talking about.

Intruding on my my daydreaming.... I somehow realized
Randy had asked me a question so I said, "Excuse me
dude, what was that?"  He chuckled and said, "Good
answer." I was going to let it go, but curiosity made
me ask, "No, really...I didn't hear it.  What'd you
want to know?"  Randy stood up and walked over to
stand too close in front of me and said, "I asked you
if you want to mess around in my room a little.
That's all."  I tried to do my fake cough, but it
caught in my throat and came out as a gasp.  He
ignored it.  I'm four or five inches taller than
Randy, but with me sitting on the arm of that wing
chair and Randy standing between my legs in front of
me his head was actually a little above me.... I had
to crane by neck to look up into his eyes.  He stared
back at me calmly, then gripping the back of my neck
with his left hand he brushed my hair backwards on top
of my head with his right.  He did it slowly....it's
one of those things that tend to put me in a trance,
sort of.

His face got closer and closer to mine and I could
smell peppermint Chiclets gum on his breath when he
said, "This haircut is too sexy for you, Oliver.
You're plenty cute and hot enough with a normal
haircut.  I know I told you that you needed a haircut,
but I didn't mean one as provocative at this."  By the
time he finished his sentence our lips were touching
and I gulped trying again to say something.  When
Randy closed his lips on mine I opened my mouth and he
pushed his peppermint gum from his mouth into mine and
then did his version of a French kiss.  I was already
way over-stimulated from my activities with the twins
and now Randy was demonstrating the difference between
making-out with beginners like the boys and making-out
with an experienced make-out king, like Randy.  With a
boner in each of our pants I went over backwards off
the arm of the chair, me landing on my back in the
seat with Randy and his boner on top of me.

Randy laughed and said, "Ooooh, you taste good Oliver.
 I knew you would".  He was laying comfortably on top
of me and I noticed right off he had his own sexy
personal odor, but it was obscured somewhat with a
smell of perspiration.  I rubbed my nose in his
beautiful hair, just because I could... and then I
said, "You want your gum back?"  He kissed me on the
cheek and said, "I want you to suck me off.  That's
what I asked you originally.  Will you?"  I said,
"Yes" and we struggled to get up out of that chair
and, mostly due to Randy's efforts, we succeeded.
"Let's go to my room, Oliver."  And I followed him
thinking to myself, "I'm so scared, but if I ever hope
to be confident I have to be decisive first.  Plus,
there isn't any reason I can't have some casual,
playful sex with a hot kid like this.  A kid who
thinks I'm cute.  What's wrong with that?"  I couldn't
clear my head enough to think of an answer.  The best
I came up with was...go for it!

He was one of only a few juniors allowed to room in
the seniors dorm, but he was a co-captain on the team
so he had that option.  His roommate wouldn't be back
for "at least an hour"according to Randy.  He said it
was rare indeed that he had the dotm room all to
himself and he wanted to make the most of it.  Inside
the room Randy dropped his gym shorts apologizing for
his sweaty condition, he'd finished working out just
ten minutes ago.    Randy couldn't have been more
relaxed or matter-of-fact.  "Do you mind getting on
your knees, Oliver.  It's so hot to me having someone
blow me on their knees."  I got down in front of him
as he said, "I've had this funny thing for you ever
since that first day we took you guys out to lunch.  I
noticed you kept peeking at me all during lunch so I
turned on my gaydar and figured you out."

While I waited on my knees in front of him he rubbed
my head and ruffling my hair with both his hands as he
talked.  It felt nice and added to the casual nature
Randy lent to everything.  It was also the kind of
thing that puts me in a trance...sort of.  After a bit
he just held my head loosely in both hands and said,
"It would be fabulous if you could start by licking
through my jockstrap and later you can taste my real
live pecker. OK?."  And with that he pulled my head
towards him until my face was tight up against his
sweaty jockstrap.  Randy talked in an normal, everyday
tone of voice saying, "Just start tonguing under my
jock and see if you can get it really saturated.  Go
ahead, Oliver."  There was a strong odor coming off
his crotch and it wasn't the pleasant odor I detected
in his hair and on his face.  His jock smelled pretty
much like you'd think a sweaty jockstrap would smell.
I like sucking a young guys cock though,  so I ignored
the smell and began lapping just under his jock near
his hole..... my plan was to work my way up to his
so-called "real live pecker" as quickly as possible.

Randy said, "Oh yeah, just like that. Ohh good."  It
didn't surprise me that his ass was pretty much
hairless because most of the rest of his body was
smooth and hairless,  including his legs.  I had an
arm around each of his thighs for something to hold on
to and they were almost hairless too except near the
pubic area where there was a some, but it was more
like regular hair rather than pubic hair.  He pushed
my head further under him, between his muscle-bound
legs and those legs held my head in place.... I was
basically rimming him.  It was unpleasant initially,
but the more I licked the better the situation.  The
foul taste and smell was replaced with my saliva smell
and after a short time his hole was slippery with my
spit and I was lapping long licks all over his
buttocks.

He had me rim him for at least five minutes and my
neck began aching bent backwards so long.  I couldn't
hear anything during the entire time either because
his thighs were flat against my ears holding my head
in place....then he got two fistfuls of my short hair
and pulled me back face to face with his sweaty
jockstrap again.  His cock was now very hard and
pointed up past the waistband of the jockstrap.  Randy
was breathing with short fast breaths when he said,
"Now the jock, Oliver."  I was sort of under his
spell, the way I get, and I lapped that stinky jock
until it was saturated with my spit.

With a saturated jock strap, Randy moaned, "Ohhh shit,
whoa.  Wait a minute, let me get this off" and with
that he held my head in place with a fistful of my
hair and with the help of his other hand stepped out
of his jock.  His breathing was raspy.  He stroked his
long fat, hard boner a half dozen times and said,
"Jesus, I'm glad you showed up, dude.  I needed this."
 As he stroked his cock he was pulling on my hair
which made me grimace because my hair was short which
meant his fistful of it was pulling on the roots.

He positioned my face against his groin...this time a
naked groin, I began lapping under his big balls.  For
a guy his size he was really hung.  Not quite as big
as Pete, the mailroom kid, but close.  I tried to
remember some of the things Alexander had done when
sucking me off, but mostly I just did long laps of his
balls and then sucked in one ball at a time to tongue
and suck on it in my mouth.  The ball sac hung kind of
low and I could feel his large nuts rolling around in
there.

Randy was moaning in his throat. but he still grunted
out, "Get my pubes now" and I lapped all around his
sparse pubic area and up to his belly button  and down
under his balls and up the other side of his boner to
the belly button again...over and over until all the
pubic hairs were flattened wet against his body....it
was fun to be licking Randy's body.  "Oh, you're
great, Oliver.  Now my cock.... and suck it hard."  I
lapped up the outside of that eight incher around all
the sides and up and down it dragging my nose against
that fat cock of his on the way down and dragging my
chin on it on my way up.  My tongue was way out of my
mouth flat on his great boner.

After a few minutes of that big tongue action he
grunted out, "Oh fuck ohhh" and he roughly pulled my
head away slightly so he could get his cock in my
mouth.  I sucked on the expanding head... this is
definitely the best part for me.  Sucking that cock.
I stroked it as I sucked it and sucked it as I stroked
it.  My own cock was painfully hard so I unzipped,
pulled it out and went to town on my knees, jerking
myself off too.  It felt so awesome to be sucking
Randy Rider's cock.  The fisting of my own boner was a
blur of motion.  Ohhhh, everything felt so good.

All day I'd been sexually stimulated by one thing or
another and except for early this morning I hadn't
climaxed..and I desperately needed to.  Stroking my
boner and sucking on Randy's for a few minutes...I was
really enjoying myself while making noises of pleasure
in my throat.  Then Randy said, "I'm fucking close"
and he took hold of my head in both hand and began
fucking my throat.  His cock head was a tight fit down
my throat but I'd learned how to take a cock by
now.... and I liked it.  He would run the head of his
cock along the bumpy roof of my mouth and then in one
smooth movement force it down my throat and press his
spit soaked crotch tight against my lips and my teeth
while he ground his hip around on my face with my nose
squished against his belly....all I smelled was my own
spit and his sweat mixed together..... then pulling
his cock head up and out until it was just between my
lips...he held it there and I'd suck on it until he
started the trip across the roof of my mouth and then
back down into my throat again.

Randy was mostly silent except for loud breathing
sounds until I felt his cock head begin to expand
disturbingly large and as he was pulling out of my
throat he went "Eeeeeee" and contracted his stomach
muscles to force a long stream of creamy cum against
the back of my throat, then a shot of cum at the roof
of my mouth before pulling his cock out entirely to
stroke it like crazy. It was a race who was stroking
themselves faster...Randy or me.   I had to swallow
three times to accommodate all the cum in my mouth and
throat.  The next shot of cum from Randy's long boner
was right in my face and it happened at the same
second my climax spurted out and I sent a hard stream
of cum onto Randy's legs while going "Ohhhh fuck!
aghhhh"

My second shot on his legs was simultaneous to Randy's
smaller shot of cum in my hair, then we both just
pulled on our peckers draining out drools of cum.  The
squeaking and squealing sounds we both made caused us
to look in each others eyes for a second, Randy made a
face like "What the fuck...?" and we had to laugh like
mad at how stupid we sounded.

Both of us completely out of breath, but we still
couldn't help laughing.  Randy hugged my neck and bent
down to kiss me several times on the side of my face.
Then he said, "Oh my God, Oliver...that was so
freaking awesome I can't even tell you... man, you
rock something crazy, dude.  I'm going to be following
you around like your fucking dog begging you to suck
me off again.  Jesus! That was something.."  He helped
pull me up and we went over to the sink, there was no
bathroom, just the sink.  Picking up a used washcloth
from the side of the sink, either used by Randy or his
roommate, Randy washed my face with it and cleaned the
cum out of my hair and kept telling me what a
fantastic blow job that was.  The washcloth smelled
funky!

When I was "cleaned-up" he used the same washcloth to
clean the cum off his legs and then he washed his
crotch and under his ass with warm water after which
he walked over to a pile of dirty clothes and found
the cleanest, dirty pair of boxers and put them on.
"You seem like a real expert at giving head, Oliver.
You have a lot of experience?"  He said it all in a
neutral way, not critical or challenging, but rather
like he was sincerely interested.    I told him the
truth, "I've done it three or four times in real life,
but a thousand times in my head."  Randy was
surprised, but I could tell he didn't think I was
lying.  He was very serious as he said, "I hope you'll
let me return the favor, Oliver.  I'd really love to."

He got a comb out of a drawer and began combing my wet
hair to make it lay down like it had been before he
mussed it up.... and shot cum in it.  While combing my
hair he said, "My boyfriend, Danny,  dropped me after
all these months together so I'm single again."  When
he said that he really sounded sad.  I quickly replied
back, "He dropped you?".  Randy chuckled and said,
"Yup, hard to imagine ain't it?"  Out of Randy's room
we walked over to the vending machine area and he
bought both of us an ice cold  bottled water.  I felt
so good.  Getting my rocks off did wonders for my
outlook.  Randy said, "Ya know, Oliver.  I could fall
for you easily, dude.  Ya want to be my boyfriend?"

I smiled at him, but the way he said that stuff told
me he was just goofing around.  I said, "Well what
about my half a boyfriend?  What am I going to do
about him?"  Randy finished his water and said, "It
don't sound like he'd even know you dumped him since
he didn't know you two were an item in the first
place."  I thought about that and said, "Oh yeah.  OK,
let's get married...our children are going to be cute,
 don't ya think?"  He squeezed the back of my neck and
told me that my 'half a boyfriend' was a fool.  We
talked about the University some and I was telling him
about my hot convertible Mini Cooper, which he thought
was so very cool.  Then I heard Joey call out "Any
time you're ready, Oliver.  I'm just watching these
guys play now."

Someone had helped Joey into his wheelchair.  Randy
winked at me and said, "I owe ya one" and he was gone.
 This is the best I've felt in a long time.  I was not
only fitting in here at college, I was almost in a
clique...sort of.  I've had a fabulously sexy weekend.
 And, I've made a great friend in Joey and we're both
getting straight A's in all our college courses.  Plus
I've just had this fun blow job with the hottest thing
I've seen in college so far...... all is fine in
Oliver's world.  Damn, I do rock.  Pushing Joey's
wheelchair to my car I stopped behind a van, leaned
over and kissed Joey on the cheek saying, "I really
missed my master"  Joey gave a small smile and said,
"Get me in the car, slave.  I need to pee like mad!".
He always has to pee and he always waits for me to
help him do it...

I had to put the top down so the collapsed wheelchair
would fit in the little back seat during the short
ride to our dorm.  We went directly to the bathroom
where I plopped Joey on the toilet and held his penis
while he took a sixty second pee.  I stood in front of
him bent over with my forehead resting on his shoulder
while I held his dick, directing the flow.  Joey
leaned the side of his head against mine and said, "I
missed you more than you missed me, I'll bet".

He, of course, meant that he missed me taking care of
him...especially the hygiene stuff and the hand jobs.
I was hungry and anxious to get to the dining
hall...Joey was much less enthusiastic about it, but
he agreed to go.  All he ate was a cup of chicken
soup.  I had the full pot roast dinner with ice cream
and a brownie for dessert.  Joey looked away for most
of the meal so finally I said, "Apparently you're not
going to tell me on your own, so I'm asking.......what
is wrong?"  Joey beat around the bush for a bit but
finally told me he hadn't taking a crap the last three
days because it was too embarrassing to have his
mother or his brother wipe his ass.  He tried to make
a joke and say that I was the only person he wanted
wiping his ass.

Joey was wicked constipated.  I said, "No problem.
dude.  That fucking room of ours has all kinds of
first aid stuff.  I know there are a couple of those
Fleet enemas there and we'll go back so I can give you
one right now."  Joey said, "Just like that?" I said,
"Yup, just like that."  We went back to the room and
set about getting Joey feeling better.  Constipation
isn't something I've had much experience with, but the
few times I had it I remember how it sure made me feel
sluggish and slightly sick.

I put a straight back chair in the bathroom in front
of the toilet and got Joey naked.  Then I started bath
water running in the big old bathtub for a little
later.  I'd gotten both double Fleet enema bottles out
of their boxes.  With a bit of difficulty I got Joey
across my lap and lubed his hole with creamy Vaseline,
enjoying fingering him for a couple minutes.  Not a
peep out of Joey.  Pushing in his hole a little too
far and I felt a hard stoppage.  So, into his hole
goes the tube at the end of the enema bottle and I
squeezed in the solution steadily.  Joey complained of
cramps before I even finished the first bottle.  The
instructions said one bottle would be more than enough
for a 200 pound person, but what the hell, we had two
bottles so we might as well do it twice as good.  It
gave me pause though...that 200 pound comment in the
instructions, Joey was 120 pounds soaking wet.  Then I
figured, let's really clean his insides out once and
for all...we'll use them both.

Reaching under his belly I massaged there hoping to
get the solution up further into his bowels.  I could
hear the growling inside him.... sounded kind of like
my stomach growling when I'm hungry.  The cramps let
up so I finished off the first bottle and stuck in the
full second one.  Joey says, "Oh my God this sucks".
I squeezed in some more from the second enema bottle.
I also massaged Joey's muscular buttocks while I did
it hoping this would push the liquid up inside him
quicker.   It startled the hell out of me when,
without warning, some brown water started drooling out
his hole..."Hey, for Christ sake, you're leaking,
Joey.  Hold it in so it can loosen everything up
inside there."

After a second Joey mumbled, "It really hurts, I have
bad cramps and I don't know how much longer I can hold
it in.  I'm straining my ass off, so ta speak."  I
said, "Hmmmm.  Try a little harder, dude.  Work with
me here.  This isn't my idea of fun either, ya know."
I was a little disappointed he wasn't more grateful I
was going through this trouble for him.  His voice was
very strained, I had agreed with that..  Feeling a
sense of urgency to get the remainder of this second
bottle inside him I squeezed it all in him real fast.

Proud of myself I pulled the nozzle out of his hole
and, just like that,  a six inch hard stream of shitty
water followed that nozzle out of his hole.  "God
damnit! Hold it in Joey" I shouted.  I could barely
make out him saying, "I can't hold it in any longer."
 Well, obviously I've got to get him on the toilet...
quick.  I swung his legs around off my lap and the
stream of shitty water was now coming out in a
pressurized ten inch spray...it was going all over
everything, including me.  "God damn it!" I screamed
again and Joey got up on his one good leg, but he was
disoriented and began hopping around in a circle with
that hose of shitty brown water shooting out of his
hole covering everything in it's path...he was going,
"Ahhhhh" as he  hopped in that stupid circle.

I grabbed him and roughly sat his ass down hard on the
toilet seat and immediately heard clumps of waste
matter hit the water. Good grief, just in the nick of
time.  His stream of brown water had crossed the
toilet seat too so he was sitting in shitty water even
as he evacuated his bowels.  I took all my clothes off
except my underpants and began the clean-up.  First
all the shitty water was wiped up using three large
bath towels and then Lysol disinfectant cleaner, the
whole freaking container, was sprayed around that
bathroom and more clean towels were used to absorb the
disinfectant.  Then clean wet towels and finally clean
dry towels soaked the clean water up.

 It was going to be a hell of a laundry load tomorrow.
I saved two clean  towels for after our bath, but used
every other one we owned.  Then I helped Joey stand
while I disinfected and cleaned him and the toilet
seat.  Then I cleaned him and myself again with
another clean wash clothe.  He, me and the entire
bathroom were very clean before I was satisfied.
Sweat was dripping off my face and glistening on my
chest by the time I was done.  Joey was sitting on the
clean toilet seat and in between grunting out the last
of the enema water he gives me a goofy look and says
in his pretend serious voice, "That whole thing went
very well, don't ya thing, Oliver".

We started laughing so hard I almost had to use the
sink to pee in...what with Joey on the toilet and all.
 He had tears running down his face from laughing so
hard.  I got that stitch in my side where you can't
catch your breath and you think, "this is it, I'm
going to die" and then, just like that, you can breath
again.  It went on for a couple of minutes and just
when we'd calm down to snickers one of us would twirl
our index finger in a circle imitating Joey hoping
around in a circle  with that hose of brown, shitty
water firing out his ass hole...off we'd go into
hysterics again.  By the time we were over the
laughing Joey was over his doo doo and I wiped his ass
real good for him.

Joey said, "I'm feeling better Oliver,  but my ass
hurts and by belly hurts and I'm wicked tired".  I
know how he felt, but even though I'd cleaned all the
enema mishap off him, me and the bathroom, we still
needed a bath so I insisted he get in the tub for a
quick one.  I took off the soft casts and he held his
arms against his stomach and clasped his hands
together to prevent much movement.  The cast on his
knee still needed the plastic cover.  When he was
situated in the warm water he said, "Oh yeah Oliver,
you were right....this is good.  How about you getting
in with me like we did just before I left for the
weekend last Friday".

to be continued..   " More Joey & More Randy"

Donny Mumford    thinat20@yahoo.com