Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 12:47:46 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE ....RANDY &  JOEY     by Donny Mumford

Joey asking me to join him in his bath??  That was an unexpected request so
for fun I exaggerated how astonished I was and slowly said,"You want a
self-proclaimed gay boy in the bathtub with you??  Dude, you're not drunk?"
He laughed and said, "If the gay boy in question is my slave then it's OK ,
drunk or not."  My reply was, "Oh, yes sir, master...of course".  The
"drunk" comment refers to Joey's bath after the gymnast's party when I
shared the tub with him from necessity.  He was drunk that night and there
was a chance he'd slide over and further injure one of his elbows, banging
it against the tub or something.  I was in there to steady him.  And
anyway, like most things with Joey, all of this "tub talk" was done with
light banter and joking
 ....it didn't necessarily mean anything.

Furthermore, he may have even suggested I get in the tub with him as a
favor to me... that would be just like Joey.  He knows I'm gay and that I
get aroused touching and taking care of him, he's seen my many boners as
proof of that.  He's also very grateful for all my care-giving, especially
the "specialized stuff" and he likes to return favors whenever he can so he
might think this is the best favor he can do for me right now.  And, maybe
he's right about that.

Whatever.... I only had on boxers and they came right off.  I stepped in
the bathtub behind Joey and sat down behind him... as soon as I was
situated he leaned back against my chest and rested the back of his head on
my shoulder.  "Ok, now take care of me, slave" and he closed his eyes as
his body completely relaxed against mine.  Quite quickly my boner grew and
Joey mumbled. "I can feel that damn boner of your's.  You better put a
leash on it."  I said, "You should probably close your eyes and mouth tight
now Joey, because here comes a soapy sponge" and I washed his face and ears
and neck and shoulders.  I did not put a leash on my boner.

In time I finished slowly washing Joey's arms, hands, under arms, and then
his back and his chest..I took my time and we both slipped into a dreamy
mood, neither of us making a sound except an occasional bit of noisy
breathing.  Mostly all we heard were the subtle sounds of dripping water
and soapy sponge on slippery skin.  By the time I got down to his belly
button the sponge was bumping into Joey's long fat boner....he didn't have
a leash on his either.

You don't have to be gay to get a boner from bodily contact and I'd seen
many boners on Joey so it didn't surprise me that he had one now.  I'll bet
no one has touched his penis since the last time I touched it almost four
days ago. For damn sure Joey hadn't touched it, he couldn't get his arms
extended that far...poor boy.  I had to move around in a tight position,
almost next to him, in order to wash his legs and feet. Joey still had his
eyes lightly closed with a peaceful look on his face.  I supported him with
my left arm around his neck, holding his side against my chest. That
position wouldn't even have been possible in a modern bathtub, but this old
tub was huge.  Joey was becoming a very clean boy as I scrubbed and
scrubbed with that big bath sponge.  The gel lathered-up into thick creamy
bubbles and was getting Joey squeaky clean.

Before washing his feet I stared at them thinking about the twins' narrow,
long feet... so perfectly formed.  Joey had small feet, but aside from that
they looked as perfect as the Twins'.  And, by the way...the wisdom that
small feet equal small penis definitely did not apply in Joey's case.
After soaping his feet I let the sponge float in the water and used my hand
to massage the soap into each foot...I just felt like touching them.  I
don't think I'll ever take feet for granted again... not after watching
Noah and Nathan with their foot fetish routine..I don't have a foot fetish,
but those boys were HOT!  I wondered how it would taste to suck on Joey's
toes.

Finishing up with his lower extremities I maneuvered back, sitting behind
Joey again and began sponging his private parts.  We both remained very
quiet as I washed his boner, balls and all around his crotch and under his
buttock.... Joey would raise one buttock and then the other to allow me
access.  We were familiar with the process by now.  When he was up on his
right buttock I cleaned his left one and I also got that soapy sponge
scrubbing all along his crack and the corner of the sponge a tiny bit up
his hole too.  Then I pushed the tip of my finger inside him for just a few
seconds, he was so relaxed it went in easily, but once inside he closed his
hole tightly on my finger, holding it there briefly.  This caused a
long-winded sound from Joey as he whistled air through his clenched teeth.

Finished with the bathing, I tossed the sponge in the direction of the
laundry basket and just relaxed in that warm, soapy water with Joey leaning
back against me.  I had my arms wrapped around his chest with my cock,
still hard as steel, pointing left up against his left buttock.  After a
bit I said, "You want your hair shampooed, Joey?"  He was tired and in a
quiet voice he whispered, "Could we do it tomorrow morning, Oliver?
Instead, you know what I really need, don't ya?"  I said, "Sure, master"
and I got some bath gel on my right hand and stroked that long cock of his,
me peeking around his shoulder so I could see the uncut skin slide on and
off his swollen cock head, so full of blood it was dark red. It was up out
of the water an inch or so and probably was leaking pre cum but I couldn't
tell because the bath water kept sloshing up on it.

Joey said, "Oh thank God....tighter Oliver, faster" he didn't last two
minutes before climaxing an amazing amount of creamy spunk against the side
of the tub.  He jerked around so violently with his climax that he had
himself twisted sideways and hit the side of the tub instead of shooting
straight up in the air like he usually does. It happened too quickly to
cause my climax so I reach down and did myself under water.  I wasn't all
that horny anyway because of that load I'd shot off while blowing Randy.
Still, it felt good shooting off in the warm water while holding onto Joey.

Apparently Joey's climax felt a lot better to him than just "good" because
he was gulping and squeezing out drool after drool of cum with me
continuing to strangle his cock while I stoked it.  For Joey it had been
four days since his last climax and he'd told me awhile back, before the
accident he'd jerk himself off three or four times a day. ....I wondered
what he thought about while he was doing it.  Going more than three days
over this weekend without even one climax must have been stressful for
him... Joey, the poor horny boy.

After a short recovery period I drained the tub and using the hose with the
shower head attachment I thoroughly rinsed us both off.  The water was very
warm and felt so nice and relaxing we lay together in the tub and I kept
the shower head on us until the water started to go cold.  Then we had a
struggle to get out of that big, old tub.

I dried us both off, me standing in front of Joey...him sitting on that
straight back chair I'd brought in earlier for the enema. That chair really
helped the process along so I decided to leave it right there in the
bathroom from now on.  See, the "experience curve" we're learning about in
our business managemnent course can make us all look smart in regular life
too....  I got some boxer underwear for Joey and then put his light-weight
cast back on his arms.  After that, with Joey's help, I got him in his bed.
Then, with me sitting next to him, we spent an hour going over course
material for tomorrow's classes.

At the end of that Joey said he was really tired and got comfortable under
the covers ready for sleep.  I was about to turn off the lights when he
complained that his rear-end felt raw from all the crapping he'd done
earlier with the enema.  I held off with the lights, pulled the covers down
and helped Joey get on his stomach.  Then I pulled down his boxers and got
the tube of creamy Vaseline.  Fingering his hole with a lot of creamy
Vaseline got him moaning with pleasure again.  His hole didn't look at all
raw to me, but I knew the drill.

It took about ten minutes of fingering his hole and then another five
minutes of fingering him while stroking his new boner before he finally had
his second climax of the evening...it was a small one.  I wiped up the
spurt of cum, he collapsed on his pillow and was asleep before I finished
cleaning the Vaseline off my fingers.  Back in the bedroom I climbed in my
bed... leaving only the night light on.  It shined on Joey's face so I
studied his looks for awhile.

If I go by my imaginary "cute meter" which resulted in ratings of "10" for
Frankie, Randy and the twins, I guess I'll have to be honest and accept
that Joey isn't at their level.  Maybe I had felt that he was because I
like him so much.  Joey actually only registers a 7 or maybe a 6& 1/2 on
the cute-meter in my head.  Hmmmm, I really did love that olive complexion
of his though... and his short, soft, black curly hair was especially nice
too. He's a bean pole for sure, but a very fit 5'9" bean pole.... and then
I thought about his eyes.  They were closed now, but those dark blue eyes
under his long black curved eyelashes and his fine, thin line of
pitch-black eyebrows...whoa, it was all so hot...  especially as it all
contrasted so nicely with his special smooth creamy olive complexion that I
mentioned earlier....I always want to lick his face, that beautiful skin
tone of his....mmmmm.

OK, maybe not "cute" per se, but he definitely has pedigree looks, no doubt
about that....and sexy too.  Striking looks that have to qualify him for a
cute category of some kind or other.  So what if his nose is a little too
big for his face, screw that...I loved that nose cause it's Joey's nose.  I
could see fuzz on his upper lip that will sometime soon grow into whiskers
I guess, same for the fuzz along his sideburns. I'm not a fan of whiskers,
but what are ya gonna do?  Nice pink lips and those cute, kinda small,
white teeth.  Oh what the fuck was I thinking, he is cute...the hell with
my "cute-meter" ... Joey's cute in a special way.  He's cute AND pretty.
And then I thought again of his bean-pole, gymnast body with the
muscle-packed buttocks and...oh jeez, exciting stuff!.  Just imagine.... to
be able to put my slippery boner between those two hard buttocks..  Lord
have mercy.

Somewhere along the line I fell asleep because the next thing I was aware
of was the alarm going off....the night light still shining where Joey's
face use to be.  He was on his side now and wasn't noticing the light or
the alarm, still sleeping soundly.  It made me think that he must have had
a terrible weekend and I felt so bad for him...  especially because my
three-day weekend had been so great.  Well, today is Tuesday and the
holiday weekend is now officially over.  It's back to class and drudgery.

I'd set the alarm for a half hour earlier than normal so we'd have time to
shampoo Joey's hair.....it hadn't been shampooed since the last time I did
it here.  But, instead of getting up right away, I wanted to spend some
time thinking about how exciting and satisfying my last three days had
been.  I felt on top of the world and wicked happy too. Gee, how often do I
feel I'm the lucky one and how often do I feel this happy?  It's rare,
alright.  Then I thought about Frankie and I wondered, "How can I be the
lucky one and the happy one when Frankie's not even around...  or, for that
matter, even allowed to email me?"  What's that all about?  Just then Joey
says in his sleepy voice, "Help me get to the bathroom,Oliver, please.  I
need to pee."  I thought, "Whats new?"  and the day began....

I got him on the toilet and after his pee I situated his naked body on the
new bathroom chair with a towel over his lap for warmth... and for
modesty's sake too.  Then I took a nice pee of my own, thank you very much.
Joey looked away when I was standing there peeing, but he'd seen my dick
any number of times so I don't really know why he did the exaggerated
look-away.  After cleaning my hands and face and brushing my teeth I did
the same for Joey.  Next was Joey's shampoo and massage routine, including
his shoulder exercises.  When all of that was done I picked the towel up
off his lap and laid a soaking-wet, warm washcloth on his pubic area.  This
was to soften up the grown-in stubs which Joey said were itching him like
mad.  When his pubes were soaked I lathered them real well with shaving
creme.  Joey started biting his upper lip and getting short of breath.
When I took out the safety razor his cock started to bone up on him...by
itself.

Joey goes, "Ohh, wait a second Oliver.  I can't catch my breath and my
heart is going to beat itself out of my chest."  I squeezed the back of his
neck and he bent his head back to rub against my hand with the back of his
head.  While he's trying to calm down I run my fingers through his clean
hair and massage his scalp.  Joey says, "That feels nice Oliver.  I think
I'm OK now."  What he means is he thinks I can shave his pubes now without
him spontaneously climaxing, shooting spunk all over the place.  He hasn't
been able to hold it off in the past, but we'll see.

I held his boner in my fist to move it out of harms way as I carefully
shave his lower belly, his pubic patch and under his balls.  Almost with
the first scrape of the razor he goes, "Ahhh, oh my God" and he squirms in
the chair.  I know to be alert to his squirming because I don't want to
nick his skin with the razor.  The longer I shave him the harder his boner
gets and the more pre cum flows over my fist.  Each scrape is followed by a
moan from Joey...a sexually turned-on moan caused by this shaved-pubes
fetish of his.  Last time I did this his boner spurted spunk almost as soon
as I began shaving him.

Not this time though, maybe he's getting use to it.  I finished shaving him
as clean and hairless as a baby's ass.  Testing to be sure that was the
case, I rubbed my hand all around feeling for stubble and somehow that
triggered something and Joey goes "Agggh" as the first squirt of cum blurbs
two inches high out of his pee slit and joins the pre cum that had already
drooled over my fingers.  Joey goes, "Oh agggh, Oliver!" and I know he
desperately wants me to stroke him off so he can get the full impact of the
climax. Standing behind him now, I do my best to help him out.

A few quick strokes pulling the uncut skin-cover on and off the head of his
boner causes a foot long string of creamy cum to shoot out of that eight
inch boner with Joey making gargling noises in his throat.  Next a six inch
high spurt joins the previous one pooling on his belly.....  the remaining
ones are just drools that I milk out of him.  Joey squirms so much I need
to wrap my arm around his narrow waist and hold him tight against the back
of the chair. Then, using that same warm damp washcloth I cleaned up his
cum and then give him a longish kiss on the side of his forehead.  Joey has
gotten use to these kisses by now....as long as I don't over-do it.

The shaving of his pubes is obviously very erotic for Joey and it takes
awhile for him to stop shuddering and shaking.  In time he laughs out loud,
at himself, and says, "Fucking fetishes!  Huh, Oliver?  How do you figure
them things out?"  I haven't told him about the twins fetish and I won't
tell the Twins about Joey's fetish.  It's their own business.  I say, "I
don't know shit about fetishes, Joey...  but I do know we've got to hustle
to class or we'll be late. "

Joey says, "Well then stop playing with my private parts and get our asses
to class".  Earlier, while I was shampooing his hair, he had told me how
great he felt this morning...his stomach, his bowels, his rear
end...everything.  Now he felt great in that other way too... he wasn't
even horny, at the moment.... he was back to his nice smiley self.  I love
that kid, I really do.  He's a year younger than me because I had taken a
year off from middle school after my friend died, therefore I'm nineteen as
a freshman and Joey is the usual freshman age... eighteen.  I've come to
kind of think of Joey as the little brother I never had.  I want to be just
as good a big brother to Joey as Christian was to me.... I really, really
do.

We made it to our class on time and the entire day went real well.
Especially the last period....our professor for that course left a note on
the door saying he had to go home early to deal with an emergency.  So we
were done for the day early too.  It was an unusually nice day so Joey and
I enjoyed some sun outside while we smoked a few cigarettes.  We shared the
same one.  After a while I'd lite another one for us to take turns puffing
on.  Frankie Nerney got me hooked on cigarettes and Joey told me his
friend, who had dies in that car accident, had gotten him hooked on
cigarettes when they were juniors in high school.  As we talked, I'd hold
the cigarette for Joey to drag on... then take a drag myself and taste his
spit on the filter... the boy "lipped" his cigarette with every drag.  I
loved that.

We talked about how well his Doctor's appointment had gone this past
weekend and how excited he was that he had only till Thankgiving break for
the elbow casts.  Joey's voice got a little emotional when anticipating
being free of those fucking casts at last. I told him I couldn't wait till
he got them off too.  Then he'd be able to take care of wiping his own ass
and jerking his own self off.  Joey said, "Bull shit!  You love it you homo
and don't say different."  I said, "Different" and, with a big smoky
exhale, he said, "You lie like a rug".  It was all in good fun.

I can't remember feeling better.  We took our time getting to gymnastic
practice where Joey was now helping to arrange the gymnasts' floor
exercises.  Joey had fallen into the role of assistant, student
coach..... working with a senior student coach.  It kept him busy.  I hung
around until I spotted Randy who nodded his head that I should come over to
his side of the gym.  I casually sauntered over, but then had to wait about
ten minutes till he was done working with a coach.  Randy tried to look
casual too while he wandered over to where I was sitting, two rows up in
the bleachers.  When he got near me his cute face broke out in this awesome
smile.... it looked to me like he had been trying to hold it in, but it
just came out anyway.

He sat down on the bleacher row in front of me and turned around to go,
"Bow wow" and we chuckled at that because he had said yesterday that he
would probably follow me around like my dog begging me to blow him again.
I said, "Any time, dude" and he said, "No, my turn next, but you're a tough
act to follow."  We tried to arrange a time to hook up, but he needed to
check the team schedule first so he told me to look him up tomorrow at
practice.  He likes to give me orders...I don't mind, I like taking them.
I left kind of walking on clouds... Randy Rider, a gay junior, who also
happened to be the hottest guy I'd seen here at the University is
interested in little ole Oliver Nickerson.  Truly, I can't remember when
things had ever gone more my way.

Of course, there has to be a little crap in everyone's life and Tuesdays
usually provide some for me.  It's laundry day and today I have all those
brown-water towels that smell suspiciously like shit to wash.  That's in
addition to the regular weekly wash for Joey and me.....and, of course,
Richards' and Phil's laundry too.  Balls!  Oh well, everything is going so
great for me I'm not going to dwell on the negative.  Even this Tuesday's
extra wash load can all be done in less than two hours... washed, dried,
folded and delivered.  I hustled off to get started, my mind still mostly
on Randy Rider.  He wants to suck me off...SWEET!


As I gathered up the shitty towels into two large plastic trash bags I
thought about how, if it was my choice, I'd be enjoying the beautiful day
outside, leaving the laundry for tomorrow.... except, of course I can't
because Richard insist on me doing his laundry on Tuesdays....  and Phil
will smack my ass if I try to change it.  What a prick that Phil is.  I
haven't even seen Richard since he handed the job of supervising my laundry
chores to Phil.  Richard is clever too...he's covering Phil's and his ass
by paying for the machine cost of Joey and my laundromat and dryers.  If I
ever complained about having to do their laundry it will look like I earn
money doing it, that it's a paying job, so what am I bitching
about... right?  Plus, they're seniors so I'm not about to complain
anyway..... no one ever believes a freshman about anything.

I took the shit-towels down first and got them going on HEAVY cycle with
bleach, extra detergent and a second rinse.  Then I hurried up to get Phil
and Richard's laundry on the third floor.  Phil doesn't like it if I'm late
because he has to stay in the room until I get there.  The thing about this
chain of command of Richard to Phil to me is that if something gets screwed
up, Phil, not me, endures Richard's wrath.  And Phil is scared of
Richard...so am I.  If only I hadn't bumped into that prick Richard when I
first got here he'd never even have known I was alive.  Then, to make
matters even worse, later I also knock his clean clothes on the dirty floor
in the laundromat.  Shit, terrible luck!  So, now I either do his laundry
or get beat-up.

There is a side benefit to this... none of the other senior wrestlers on
the third floor fuck with me at all because they know I'm Richard's flunky
and everyone thinks Richard is nuts.  All the other freshman in our dorm
have had unpleasant experiences with the third floor bullies.  Senior
wrestlers...what a bunch of assholes.  Oh well, here goes.....  I knock
twice on Phil's door. I'm always nervous picking up their
laundry.... mostly because of Phil who has this thing about whacking my
ass. Phil yells out, "Come on it, it's open".  When I step inside he says,
"I told ya before, just come the fuck in.  You're the laundry boy, ya don't
have to knock!  Oh, and there's an extra duffel bag of stuff I want
laundered today.  I just brought it back with me from home
yesterday... it's some of my winter stuff.  You'll need to make two trips
probably.  Well, what the fuck are you staring at?  Get moving."  Phil
seemed very edgy.

Edgy and scary so I made sure not to say anything. Even so, apparently I
frowned when he mentioned extra laundry or I did something because, without
me making a sound, he stormed out of his desk chair and did some kind of
wrestling move so fast it was like it never happened and I was on my ass
looking up at the ceiling.  I didn't even have time to know if I was hurt.
Phil's face was bright red, all of these maniacs are on something, steroids
or God knows what, but they're unbalanced...  they're crazy.  Phil snarls
out, "I do not intend putting up with any shit from you today, girlie-boy.
No annoyed faces, no back talk, no nothing...  just do what you're fucking
told.  Do you got that?"

Beginning to realize my left wrist had been sprained when I tried to break
my fall I held it in my right hand and massaged it to determine the extent
of the injury.  It didn't seem too bad. Phil blurted out, "You skinny shit.
I asked you a question" and with that he yanked me to my feet and pushed
me, bent over, onto his desk... his left hand at the back of my neck
pinning my face to the desktop.  The button on my jeans popped off when he
violently pulled my pants down.  Then the palm of his right hand was
snapping off slap after slap on my bare ass.  I concentrated on not peeing
myself...that's what I concentrated on the last time he spanked me too.
Didn't work then.  It is never obvious what sets him off.  He smacked my
ass until he was out of breath.  As soon as he stops I start begging
because the pain just builds and builds the longer he spanks me.

"Please Phil, I'm sorry.  I'll get all your stuff and do it first and I
promise it will be done right. I didn't mean to ignore your question."  I
can hear his heavy breathing and only part of it's from exertion.... he
appears to get sexually stimulated from spanking me.  I've seen and even
felt his boner from time to time, but always inside his pants, he's never
exposed himself while I'm there.  Breathlessly Phil says, "You are a maggot
and the next time you disrespect me it will be much worse.  Got it,
maggot?"  I said, "Yes, I'm sorry.  Please I learned my lesson" With me
begging in the background he gave my ass a dozen more deliberate smacks,
each one harder than the one before it, and even through I was squeezing it
closed with all my might my bladder spurted out a few squirts of pee...just
like it always does.  So much for begging.  The pee is on my thigh and down
on my crumpled pants hanging just under my limp dick.

Still pressing my face against his desktop he grunts out, "Get all the
fucking clothes, clean the fucking clothes, dry the fucking clothes, fold
em and get them back up here fucking fast.  Got it?"  I say real quick,
"Yes Phil.  Right away".  He backs away breathing hard and says, "Don't
move, pussy...stay on that desk.  When you bring the clean, folded clothes
back up here, not a single word from you, just put the clothes away and
then come in here and drop your drawers and lean over this desk just like
you are right now.  I'll decide if you need another smack or two on your
ass.  Got it?"  I said, "Yes, Phil."  He told me to go ahead then and do
what I'm told.  I leaned up from his desk, quickly pulling up my wet
underwear and jeans, walked right into the utility room to get his duffel
bag and then back in to get the overflowing laundry basket.  He never
looked up so he didn't see the big pee stain on the front of my pants.  I
kept the laundry in front of me anyhow, just in case he did look up.

Down in the laundromat there were a few other kids doing laundry, none of
whom I knew, thank God.  It was necessary to keep something in front of me
to hide my pee stain in the laundromat too.  I got the washing machines
going and then back to my room to clean myself up and change clothes
feeling sorry for myself the whole time. All the good feelings I'd had just
a little while ago vanished into oblivion.  In my bathroom I ran cold water
in the tub and sat bare assed in the cold water for a time.  The stinging
made my eyes water, but I wasn't crying.  That was one fight I was
winning...all my efforts went into NOT crying whenever I felt I might.

At first all I cared about was relieving the burning sting on my ass
cheeks, but when they felt a bit better I spent all my energy hating on
Phil and to a lesser degree, Richard.  After exhausting my hate energy I
tried to understand it all and I still couldn't come up with any better
explanation then "wicked bad luck" on my part.  Then I wondered why it was
I accepted the wicked good luck I got as being what I deserved, but wicked
bad luck wasn't what I deserved at all.  After trying to analyze that I
felt a headache coming on so I dragged myself out of the tub and got
dressed.

Back in the Laundromat again I switched everything from the washing
machines to the dryers and then went into the vending area for a
Snapple. My ass was painful but not throbbing, just bad enough where I
didn't want to sit down just yet. I walked outside with my drink and had a
cigarette still trying to figure out some fucking solution to my troubles
with Phil.  He can't be reasoned with and he told me just last week that
Richard is rougher on him that he, Phil, is on me.... so he didn't want to
hear any whining from me.  They're animals, that's all there is to
it...fucking animals.  I didn't even care much about the humiliation Phil
puts me through because no one ever witnesses it but him...and me.

As these thoughts swished around in my brain I absently did one of my
favorite things...boy watching.  Evaluating one boy after another as they
walked past...it went like this: nothing special, nothing special, ugh!,
nothing special, nice hair, hot bod....goofy face, nothing special and then
YES...very cute.  I dumped my empty bottle in a recycle bin and casually
sauntered over to get a better look at this boy who I hadn't seen before.
Light brown hair, medium complexion, big, alert, shining blue eyes.  Jeez,
nice body too, my type.... skinny and wearing a tight, sleeveless, T shirt.
He was laughing with an older version of himself.  I frowned thinking,
can't be twins, .... hmmmm.

Then it was obvious, the super cute boy was too young to be at college.
He's got to be that other kid's little brother visiting him at the
University of Pennsylvania...that's cool.  The older guy put his arm around
his younger brother's shoulder and off they walked.  I thought of Joey then
and I felt all warm inside.  Never mind Phil, I'll concentrate on all the
great stuff that's happening in my life lately.  I have to deal with Phil
about fifteen minutes a week, at most.  That piece of shit has to be with
himself twenty-four hours a day every day of his miserable life.  Thinking
like that made me feel better..fuck you Phil, ya sick bastard.

Back in the laundromat I carefully folded Phil's clothing ... and then
Richard's.  After going back over every piece to be sure Phil's are not
mixed in with Richard's I carried half of them upstairs and, without
knocking, opened the door.  As soon as I turned the knob my heart started
pounding with fear, apprehension, what-have-you.  I walked in and went
directly to Phil's dresser and put his regular clothes away and his new
winter clothes I stacked neatly on his bed.  Then, without a word, I went
directly back down to get Richard's clothes and did the same with them.

One last look to see everything was correctly in order and then I went over
to Phil's desk, pulled down my jeans, then my underwear and leaned over
with my chest and belly flat against his desk top, my bare ass sticking out
and my dick and nuts shriveling up.  He looked up from his book as he sat
there in a big over-stuffed chair and said, "Stay just like that,
dickless." and he went over to verify I'd gotten everything put away
correctly.  I was nervous... sweat on my forehead, my breathing was quick
and my heart was beating too fast.  A couple minutes passed before Phil
slowly walks over and lightly rubbed both my ass cheeks which made them
sting again, I didn't utter a sound.  "Jesus, I got these a really nice
bright cherry red" Phil mumbled to himself with a snicker.  He smacked each
cheek twice, very hard, and said, "Pull em up and get out of here.  Next
week you better have a happy look on that girlie face of yours.  All ya
gotta do is what you're told to do for fuck sake.  That shouldn't be too
hard even for a maggot like you."

Jesus, those last smacks started the hot burning stinging feeling all over
again.  I was out the door before even buttoning up the front of my jeans
and I almost ran into Richard who was coming in.  He said, "Oh yeah,
laundry day, Oliver.  Phil treating ya OK?"  I said, "Yes, laundry day.
How are you Richard?  Yes, Phil treats me fine."  He said, "Whatever" and
went inside.  I hurried back to the laundromat to finish Joey's and my
stuff.

Just knowing I wouldn't have to see Phil for a whole week made my eyes
water from glee.  The treatment I got from Phil wasn't right, fair, or in
any way justified, but it's over with for another whole week so I'm putting
it out of my mind completely.  Next Tuesday I'll make sure I don't say
anything unless I'm spoken to and I'll make damn sure I have a pleasant
look on my face so I can avoid the spanking.  And, oh yes...  avoid eye
contact with Phil.  My eye contact really pisses him off.  I went over
these things a few times in my head so they'd be fresh for next week and
then dropped the topic from my brain.

It didn't take long to finish up the rest of my laundry and soon I was
outside in the beautiful, unseasonably warm, sunny day.  I'm walking
slowly, enjoying the sunshine smoking another cigarette, not thinking about
anything in particular... when, from nowhere, tears burst out of my eyes
and I started crying hard.  Dropping the cigarette I covered my face with
my hands and slumped down on the grass to lean up against a huge oak tree.
No one seemed to notice.  My shoulders shook like a six year old as I
bawled my eyes out.  I knew it had to do with Phil's humiliating and
painful treatment, but I was shocked at the severity of my emotional
breakdown.

The feeling of being powerless and of being afraid and I guess it's also
disturbing to think that maybe I'm a coward.  Oh hell, the injustice of the
entire laundry debacle just overwhelmed me and it is all so depressing that
this wild crying jag came out of nowhere to take me completely over.
Crying takes a tremendous amount of energy...  particularly if you cry with
the intensity that I did.  Mostly it was over and done with in less than
five minutes, but I was exhausted from it just the same. Sitting down
completely on the grass now, with my back against that tree.  I took some
deep breaths ignoring the stinging from my ass and wiped my face and nose
with the bottom part of my T shirt, then lit another cigarette.

This is where cigarettes come in handy...something to do to keep you
occupied and keep your mind numb.  It's not as if this is the first time
I've felt all those kinds of negative emotions....I felt them from my first
encounter with Richard too.  Actually I've felt them, sooner or later, with
every bully who's bullied me throughout my entire life.....and, ya know,
there have been too god damn many of them for it to be a coincidence.  I'm
doing something that attracts bullies....but what?

No answer came to mind but there has to be some god damn reason other than
just "bad luck".  I got up feeling ridiculous for crying like that.
Looking around to see if anyone familiar had witnessed my breakdown I
realized how few people I actually know here at the University.  Who the
hell did I think I'd see who knew me?  My responsibilities taking care of
Joey limited my opportunity to mingle with kids other than the gymnast, and
they were mostly interested in other gymnast...I was a necessary,
temporary, outsider as far as they were concerned....except maybe for
Randy.  I felt very down in the dumps again, but since I didn't have to
pick-up Joey for over an hour... down-in-the-dumps or not, I was determined
not to waste this free time outside in the sun.  What to do I wondered, as
I fired up another Marlboro Light.

I had the time so I walked over to the Campus Mall where I'd first seen
Cristobal all those months ago.  Thinking of him made me daydream about my
first gay kiss, my first dance with a boy, and my first gay sex...all with
Cristobal.  Somehow, if he were here everything would be different.  That's
what I told myself anyway, this was just rationalizing like mad though
because there was zero evidence that it would have been better even if he
were here.  I noticed there was only one street singer today and he was no
Cristobal, that's for sure....fat kid with a full beard and a flat voice.

Then I thought of my neighbor Edward who had fucked me when I was a young
teenager.  That memory was buried in my subcounscious mind until the trip
to Seattle visiting Christian.  Hmmm, so technically Christobal wasn't my
first gay sex.  I couldn't see how thinking alone those lines helped
anything so I decided to keep Cristobal as my official "first time".  I was
in this weird frame of mind and walking the street with all these strangers
around me intensified my lonely feeling.  I tried doing my boy-watching
hobby and stared quickly at every face of interest, but couldn't find a
single one to qualify for even a rating of "6".  I walked to Cristobal's
old dorm and thought about how much nicer my dorm is then the one he had
last year.  Noticing there wasn't one single kid around from all those kids
I'd met here at that party last Spring made me realize that this walk
wasn't improving my mood at all. On the positive side, my ass was feeling a
lot better.

Slowly walking back to pick-up Joey I tried to get myself fired up about
maybe Randy and me actually becoming a couple, but I couldn't make myself
take that seriously.  I thought about Frankie and all the issues he has
with Darleen and with himself and his denial of his true sexuality.  Issues
indeed!  What future is there for me with Frankie, I mean if I'm honest
with myself?  And, Alexander has turned into a dick, although a fun
dick....good sex buddy anyway.  But no future for me there either.  The
twins are adorable, but get serious...a future for me?  Spunky, Myers,
Pete...no, no and no.  Christian, of course not.  Maybe Daddy, wouldn't
that be a hoot.... or even better yet, I could be Phil's spanking sex doll.
I was getting silly so that encouraged me that this depressed mood was just
a passing thing.

I started thinking....for fuck sake, I'm only nineteen years old...I've got
my whole life ahead of me.  I haven't even met my future, probably.  My
frame of mind had been excellent before that animal Phil beat me up, so I
told myself... "think about the hot fun things that have been going on in
your life lately"... and just like that I realized I'd talked myself in a
complete circle and was on my way back to feeling upbeat again.  I hate
being a pussy with all this whining and feeling sorry for myself.  Enjoy
yourself...that's my latest motto.  Hey, that motto is "deep" isn't
it?...really catchy and wicked original too!  "ENJOY YOURSELF" I know,
maybe I'll "patent pending" the fucker.  Enjoy myself is what I intend
trying to do.  College is the best time in our lives....right?

I felt proud for working out of the funk so quickly, and by myself too.  I
use to run to Christian with every problem that came up.... now I'm dealing
with my problems myself.  Gee, I better be careful not to pull a muscle
patting myself on the back.  Checking my watch as I walked into the
gymnasium, I still had half an hour before practice was over...so I'll
watch some hot gymnastics till then.  Gymnast were amazing. Walking by the
equipment room on my way inside the gym someone grabbed me from behind and
pulled me inside.

The special sexy odor of Randy Rider gave him away, not to mention his
little chuckle as I staggered before falling backward into his arms.
Inside he said, "Hiya, Hottie.  We got ten minutes to screw around if ya
want to.  Do ya?"  While turning around I said, "Hell yeah!"  and we both
went for each others' mouth.  Randy is definitely a world-class make-out
artist and his strong hands and arms were all over my body giving me
shivers and goose bumps and odd sensations ...like tiny electric shocks.
It seems strange to say that I look up to Randy because he's actually four
inches shorter than me, but even so I always do feel like I am looking up
to him.  He's kind of my idol I guess.

His wet, sloppy kissing and his sucking on my lips and my tongue had me so
hard, so fast, it was scary-fun... sort of like a thrill ride at an
amusement park.  Plus, the way he smelled... that natural sexy odor
augmented by a hot, sexy perspiration smell which threatened to override
everything.  He'd been practicing hard for two hours and his whole body was
sweaty damp, but he had me swooning and moaning in spite of it. Almost
immediately Randy had his hand inside the back of my jeans grabbing my bare
ass.  Stinging ass or not, it's such a turn on for me...having a guy's bare
hand fondling my bare ass.  If it was Randy giving me a spanking....well,
that might be so hot I'd burst out in flames, but certainly not when that
animal Phil is involved ... that was not the least bit sexy to me.  Randy,
another story entirely....I groaned into his mouth and humped my hips into
his belly just above his crotch.

He was in the process of giving me his own quick version of a hickey when
he pushed his finger up inside me.  My hole burned initially as he finger
fucked me with little strokes and then it got slippery and felt good!  I
muttered, "Oh fuck, do we have time for the real thing?"  Randy said, "Not
this time baby, but we'll make time soon."  Then he began long thrust up my
hole using his middle finger and I went up on my toes with each thrust
saying, "Ahhh" every time.  My boner was dripping inside my pants, pressed
into Randy's side.

He finished with the hickey and pulled his finger out of me to begin
massaging both my buttocks using his strong hands squeezing them almost too
hard, but not quite.  He was almost picking me off the floor by pulling up
on my buttocks....there was an extra sexy "something" I was feeling just
because Randy had no idea I'd gotten that hard spanking a few hours ago and
his massaging of my ass cheeks was actually hurting me...however, because
it was Randy doing it I was incredibly turned-on.  Strange, but true.  His
tongue went back in my mouth and I was close to cuming....I heard myself
making little squealing noises and saying Randy's name and I felt like such
a dork doing that, but I couldn't stop.

Soon I was red faced, out of breath and hypnotized..  as usual.  When he
was satisfied he'd gotten me as hot as I needed to be he held my head with
a hand on either side of my face and looked me in the eyes saying, "I could
eat you alive, you're so cute!  I know it's my turn to do you, but I want
you to suck me off real quick right now and then I'll owe you twice?
You're so hot."  The shit smell from his middle finger was close to my nose
while he spoke. I numbly nodded my head and got down on my knees in front
of him.

Same deal as last time, only quicker.  Randy was much sweatier this time
too, but I swear I didn't mind.  I was so flattered he wanted me to suck
him off and I was so hot and horny from all his attention....it was surreal
how hot he can get me.  This time, while rimming him, I tried to impress
him by getting the tip of my tongue inside his hole and I think I had some
success.  He was saying "Oh yeah, Oliver... push harder.. more, oh yeah."
It was a little gross down there, but it was Randy for God sake, I didn't
mind.  I lapped his already wet jock strap for a bit, but Randy was short
on time so he took that off fairly quickly and pressed my face into his
sweaty crotch.  His cock was sticking straight up his belly, drooling
precum as it pressed against my forehead and his balls hung underneath my
chin...that's how far he had my face pressed against himself.

I never stopped licking and lapping for a second, my tongue was aching but
I kept at it with Randy encouraging me to keep it up, "You're doing great
Oliver, oh yeah...lick more there..more Oliver, use longer laps" My tongue
was licking his crotch clean and then before I knew what was happening
Randy was deep throating me again.  He manipulated my head in his strong
hands and really went at it... his long fat boner going down my throat
further than it did the first time and I was gagging with every thrust.
For me it was truly awesome.... to be sexually dominated that fully is so
hot for me.  I felt my balls tighten up against my belly so I undid the
front of my pants to get at my cock.  Almost immediately those hard nuts
sent my spunk flying up and out of my boner... I'd only stroked it three
times... the head of my cock burned as the cum flew out.  Actually I would
have climaxed without touching it at all except the urge was strong and
made me grab it and stroke it...Randy had me so sexually alive I felt on
fire....my whole body was vibrating.

I had finished climaxing completely before his even began.... and then did
he ever have a big explosion of cum up and out of those big balls of his.
Lots and lots of spunk down my throat, in my mouth and on my face and neck.
It was too much too fast and I hiccuped cum up my sinuses and some spurted
out my nose where it drooled around the outside of my mouth.... me catching
some on my tongue.  After blasting his major load in my throat and mouth
he'd done the same as last time... he pulled out his cock and jerked it off
in a frenzy... that's what had gotten the spunk flying on me.

When the spunking was over he smeared his cum around my face and up into my
hair with his cock.  I think he just wanted something to rub his sensitive
cock against and my face was handy.  Randy was making snorting noises and
he continually rubbed his free hand on the back of my head pulling my short
hair in the process.  I just stayed there on my knees.... coming down off
my own high.  I simply thought Randy was the hottest, coolest thing ever...

In a fog I noticed that my own cum shots had miraculously gone through the
narrow opening between Randy's legs.  "Get up Oliver, and let me clean you
up some. Come on, get up.  You like a tight hand, don't ya?"  Randy sounded
out of breath as he talked and pulled up his pants.  I wasn't sure what he
meant by a tight hand, but I did what he said and stood up.  He took a
small sweat-towel from it's place hanging out the back pocket of his gym
shorts and wiped his own sweaty face with it first.  Then, reaching up, he
used it to try wiping the cum off my face. After each swipe of the towel
he'd spit on it trying to get it wet and then more wipes on my face.

His spit smelled real nice. It reminded me of when I cleaned Spunky's
lipstick off using my spit as a cleaning fluid just like Randy was doing to
me.  I tried to stand just as still for Randy as Spunky had stood there for
me.  Lastly Randy cupped the back of my head with his left hand and holding
that funky smelling towel against my nose he said, "Blow hard Oliver,
you've got some of my cum up your nose".  He made me blow hard three times
before he was satisfied.

All the time he was cleaning my face he whined about how much he missed his
boyfriend Danny and then, changing topics, he went into how much it meant
to him that I was helping him relieve his pent-up sexual desires and all
kinds of stuff like that.  He was nice, very grateful.  "You're helping me
get through this break-up, Oliver..  Now I owe you two blow jobs, but I
needed this so bad.  I'm having a hard time getting over him...that's all."
Then he pulled me to him and hugged me hard.  "Thank you, Oliver. "  He
looked at me with a puzzled look on his face and added, "Thanks, but you
liked it even more than me.  Didn't ya?"  I just smiled...how do I know how
much he liked it?  I didn't say anything, just smiled.

Randy told me to open my mouth and when I did he put his finger in..  the
one he had up my hole and he told be to suck it clean.  Yuck, what an acrid
taste.  Thirty seconds of sucking his finger and the taste was miraculously
gone.  Randy pulled it out and rubbed it up the front of my nose with some
of my spit going up my nostrils....he asked, "Smell OK?"  I nodded my head
in my usual trance and Randy smiled saying, " I'm a little fucked-up about
Danny at the moment, but I'll make it up to you.  Right now though, I gotta
go."  and he sprinted out the door to get to wherever it was he had to be.
I stood there in my trance-like state of mind, absently wiping the palm of
my hand over my face making sure Randy hadn't missed any of his cum.  I
finally detected some cum shot in my hair which I messed around with and
then flattened the messed-up hairs against my scalp.

Wow, talk about unexpected!  I already said "surreal" and that's what it
was alright.  Peeking out the door and not seeing anyone, I slipped out of
the equipment room trying to act casual.  Holy shit, I thought... that
"perfect storm" Randy and I just experienced lasted less than ten minutes.
I had a fleeting thought of me and Randy spending a night together in bed
sometime.  That's a hot thought alright, but it can't happen until Joey is
able to take care of himself.  You know, so he can be on his own for the
night...that's the earliest it could happen.  Then I thought...whoa Oliver,
you're getting way ahead of yourself now...you need to calm down.

Randy is so sexy he's getting me all worked up fantasizing stuff for the
two of us.... I felt bad for him though when i thought of him doing all
that apologizing and fussing over me trying to clean my face and thank me
and everything... the poor guy is hurting so much.  I hadn't known what to
say to make him feel better....it wasn't easy hearing him confess about how
broken hearted he is over being dumped.  Randy wears his heart on his
sleeve it seems.  I gotta admit, I'm dying to meet this ex-boyfriend of
Randy's!  If Danny dumps Randy, he must be some kind of awesome hot dude
himself.  Maybe not though, Randy may be in love with him for other
reasons... and then I thought...did I say love?  Randy never said anything
about love, he said he misses his boyfriend.  I think he means, sex-wise
and that's all.  I'm not getting involved in a lost love deal, I don't
think I am...is that what they mean when they say someone caught someone on
the "rebound"?

I realized right away that none of these concerns require action of any
kind at the moment, it's more along the lines of being aware of the
possibilities...possibilities that may turn out be great or maybe, not so
great .... see what develops. Fifteen minutes later I rounded-up Joey and
off we went to the dining hall.  He was in a great mood and it helped me
stay upbeat too.  My mind kept drifting to that last "quickie" with Randy
and how he was acting more and more bossy each time we got together...as a
result of those thoughts I had a semi-boner all through dinner and during
the walk back to the dorm too. I like bossy.

As the days passed by life continued routinely for Joey and me. It was
definitely business as usual with all the regular bathing and boners and
everything that goes with those deals.  Joey and I were in a fairly tight
daily schedule that didn't fluctuate hardly at all.  We did a lot of
laughing and a lot of studying along the way too.  We always studied at
night, after all the nursing duties were completed... both the regular
nursing duties as well as the extraordinary nursing ones.  I really loved
our time together and Joey seemed fine with it too although I was never
sure.  It's not like he told me he thought it was great or anything like
that.

We studied in bed together and often one or the other of us would fall
asleep before we were done and we'd end up in the same bed for the night.
It's impossible to appreciate how comfortable the two of us got with each
other unless you experienced our lives yourself.  This kind of physical
closeness could probably be expected of me because I'm gay and I'm very
fond of Joey.  His comfort level with me, him being straight, was maybe
harder to understand unless you walked the past eight weeks in his shoes.
He was totally dependent on me for help with every type of bodily function
or maintenance that there is.  We had an immediate bonding from the start
and the importance of this next factor can't be over stated either....very
early on we were both totally honest with each other about everything.  Our
situation together was a unique thing and I think it was a beautiful thing
too.

He constantly kidded me about me being gay and about how much I was
enjoying being his nurse and I kidded him about his helplessness and about
how he was a total pain in the ass to take care of...which we both knew was
bullshit.  So Joey and me were closer than close, but the only sex we did
together was me jerking him off once or twice a day...usually twice.  OK,
always twice.  He, of course, was incapable of reciprocating and that was
fine with me... I didn't mind.  Our affection for one another was always on
display when we were alone simply because of the necessity of our physical
closeness at all times.  We'd rest our cheeks or any part of our head
together in bed or in the bath or whenever and where-ever it was convenient
and comfortable to do so...we never had an awkward moment because of
physical contact.

On the other hand we didn't express affection verbally. We didn't say "I
love ya, man" or "You're the best friend anyone could want" or anything
sentimental at all.  Instead we broke balls, always trying for the laugh.
I had a great time and I wouldn't have changed much of it even if I
could...well, maybe a little more free time.  He never said it, but as I've
indicated, I feel Joey was having a great time too....well, considering his
situation.  I'm sure he'd rather not have two broken elbows and a broken
knee and I won't go into the painful aspect of the car accident and losing
his best friend, Eric.  But considering his circumstances I think Joey was
happy with the way things were.

All was as good as one could hope for, but we were both still looking
forward to Thanksgiving break just the same.  We both needed to take a
holiday from college and to reconnect with our families.  And for Joey, the
most important aspect of Thanksgiving break is that he'll be getting all
his casts removed....removed forever, maybe the very first day he's home.
Well, Thanksgiving break was a couple of weeks away and, going back to that
ten minute blow job at the gym with Randy, I should mention that we wasn't
able to hook up again for over a week.  Arranging a time and a place to get
together was difficult because of two main factors...Randy's busy schedule
with the gymnastic team and both our heavy, tedious workloads at college.

Naturally, I saw him at practice and we talked some but, other than that,
Randy is a junior and I'm a freshman so the opportunity to be at the same
place at the same time was extremely limited.  However, on the tenth day
after the equipment room blow job Randy did get away for a fifteen minute
break.  It's rare that the equipment room isn't a busy place, but on that
day apparently all the planets were aligned just right or something because
Randy somehow knew the room was going to be empty for a while.  He looked
over at me on the other side of the gym and nodded his head in the
direction of that very special room.... my face lit up as I sauntered
towards what was becoming my answer to the truck bed on the loading dock
with Frankie.

As soon as I walked through the door Randy grabbed me and we recreated our
make out of ten days earlier.  That included him finger fucking me again
and another hickey for my neck.  All in all I was just about dizzy with the
pleasure of Randy's sexual activities on my body. Then he unexpectedly
knelt down in front of me and blew my socks off.  I say he blew my socks
off even though it wasn't nearly as sexy a blow job as Alexander had giving
me, but this one was from Randy so that's were my socks getting blown off
comes in.  I think Randy is sexier than Alexander and I'm not sure I can
articulate exactly why that is or if there is even that much difference
between them...sexy-wise.  I have to say Randy is cuter, but Alexander is a
extremely handsome boy too.  They are quite different looking but they have
one thing in common... they both like to be in charge, be the boss.
Control the sex. That, of course, is erotic to me.

Playing with Randy's beautiful blond hair while he sucked on my boner...man
oh man was that erotic too.... more than a little bit of a thrill. When I
first laid eyes on Randy that second day on campus I thought..oh my God,
he's the cutest, hottest guy I'd ever seen and, not only does he turn out
to be gay, but he's blowing me right now..... while I play with his hair.
I shot off such a strong stream of cum he had to hold me up while he
swallowed every drop.  I wanted to just sit down on the floor I felt so
weak.  Randy told me a little later I had the best tasting cum he ever
swallowed.  I said, "I bet you tell all the freshman you blow the same
fucking thing."  He laughed and again told me that my half-boyfriend was a
fool.  Hey Frankie...that's you he's talking about... did ya hear what he
said about you being a fool?  Huh, did ya?. Maybe that slob Darleen heard
it for you Frankie...  Jeez, I definitely need to chill.

Three days later, as I was helping Joey hop on his good leg over to sit at
a table with the coaches, Randy did that thing with his index finger that
means "come here".  I pointed at myself and he nodded his head "yes.. you,
dummy" and I hurried to him trying to be as casual as I knew how.  He put
his arm around my waist and, walking me away from the main area, he
whispered, "I can get out an hour early from practice today.  My roommate
has already left for our weekend competition at Yale..... soooo, do you
want to play in my dorm room a little?  Do ya want that blow job I owe
ya.... or would you rather have me fuck your brains out?"

I had to swallow hard and when I started to say, as a joke, that I was busy
this afternoon it came out as a gasp.  He said, half laughingly, "Don't you
dare disappoint me, Oliver.  I've been all worked up about this from the
minute I found out about being excused early.  I thought up some surprises
for you too.  You need a little bit of control in your sex life boy, and
I'm just the guy to provide it."  I said each word carefully so I wouldn't
stutter, "We're at a prestigious Ivy League University... so, I guess I
better choose that thing you mentioned that involves my brains."  Randy
replied, "Good answer!  You know where my room is.  I'll see ya there about
five o'clock."  I was excited too, also nervous and a little scared...all
the things I usually feel, but I managed to say, "Can't wait".

Randy squeezed my ass quickly and then he was off and running....to
someplace.  It was exciting to know that Randy had been planning this while
thinking about me the whole time.  I pinched myself to be sure I was awake.
Randy Rider fucking me...oh my God.  Then something made me look up and
see, on the other side of the gym, Joey staring back at me...he was the
only one in the gym who had taken notice of Randy and me together for those
thirty seconds. The gym was a beehive of activity, everyone fully engaged
in what they were doing.  I did a dumb nervous smile at him and Joey just
stared back at me...hard.  He looked confused or angry maybe...and then he
turned his back on me to watch a gymnast doing a floor exercise.

That look from Joey was disconcerting.  What could it mean?  He knows I'm
gay and everyone in gymnastics knows Randy's gay, so if Randy has his arm
around my waist whispering to me why would Joey care?  You know
what... I'll ask him ...it's that simple. " Joey, why'd ya give me that
"look" when I was with Randy Rider, dude?"  That's exactly how I'll put it
as soon as we're alone.  For now I've got two hours all to myself.  What a
luxury.  Fridays were always the best day of the week anyway because I had
only the one college course scheduled for Fridays and then the weekend
followed right after.  Sweet!  I was going to get a haircut right now
because my Alexander haircut didn't look so exotic, as Randy had called it,
anymore.  It was growing in ragged looking and I wanted it to look neat at
the very least.  And, this wasn't to please Randy...well, not just to
please Randy, I cared about looking neat too....well, I do sometimes.

Waiting in the campus barbershop a negative aspect of my life slipped into
my consciousness.  That fucking laundry detail.... it's usually pushed way
in the back of my mind.  It's the one bad thing going on in my life right
now...just that one thing.  I can handle it.  Overall the situation has
been almost "Ok" the last few weeks.  Nothing like that big spanking of a
few weeks back.  Of course, the world's biggest prick, Phil, has initiated
that extra little humiliation for me every week now.  The one where I need
to lay on his desktop with my pants down after putting all the clean
clothes away while Phil inspects to see I did everything correctly.  He
can't resist at least a couple of hard smacks on my ass each week, but
there hasn't been anything like that real bad experience a few weeks ago.
All the same, I think he is one sick motherfucker!

Forcing the laundry mess out of my mind I checked out the guys I could see.
Zero cute guys in the barbershop and after my haircut I checked out the
Mall and no cute guys there either.  It never ceases to amaze me how rare
really cute guys are.  It makes me appreciate those "tens", with Randy
being right in the middle of that group.  I got a coffee in a paper cup to
go from a pastry shop and took it with me to drink outside where I could
smoke a cigarette... coffee and cigarettes, they go good together.  I sat
on a bench and enjoyed the thought of getting fucked later this afternoon.
Boy, did I ever have a nice time with that image.  What's that thing Randy
says about "control"?  Nice boner action thinking about being controlled
sexually by him.  With a hand in my pocket playing with myself I thought
more about my favorite topic...  gay sex.

Alexander had fucked me real good and just exactly the way he wanted to do
it too.  But, let's see... that was more than a month ago now and until
today I thought I'd have to wait until I saw Alexander over the
Thanksgiving holiday before I could experience that particular sexy thrill
again.  I know now I don't have to wait for Alexander to do me, Randy is
taking care of that.  My balls buzzed just thinking again about Randy doing
it to me.  I thought about something I've wondered about many times
before..... am I some kind of sex fiend?  Do I need sex more often than
most everybody else?  Jeez, I gotta admit that worries me at times.  Oh
well, I don't know if it's something to worry about or not....maybe I'm
even normal.......nah, probably not.

Alexander and I have already made plans for a couple of days together when
I'm home for Thanksgiving ..so I have that for sure.  We made those plans
the week after I spent two nights with him.  He wants me to go with him to
some kind of a costume party at the private gay club he belongs to.  Maybe
I'll even see Spunky again...I'd sure like to.  I can't wait for Alexander
to do me again so I can compare it with the way Randy does me.  Oh yeah, no
doubt about it, I am over-sexed.  I wonder why I use "does me" instead of
"fucks me".....hmmmm.  Some subconscious thingie going on there maybe.
Always there are the mysteries.

I was just finishing my coffee when my cell phone rang....I have it set to
play "Hey There Delilah" instead of a 'ring'.  Bob Numan, one of the
gymnast, called to tell me that he was taking Joey back to our dorm room
early because Joey was feeling sick to his stomach.  Joey had asked him to
call me so I could meet them there.  I was real concerned about this
because it was so unlike Joey...he always perseveres through all kinds of
unpleasant aches and pains and stuff like that without a whimper.  Whatever
this latest problem is it must be more serious...  he had asked to leave
gymnastic practice and he loves practice...  I ran all the way and got back
to the dorm before they did.

Sitting on the steps outside the dorm I felt apprehensive...I was nervous,
so naturally I lit up another cigarette.... also I was trying to remember
what my Ass Group instructional booklet had to say about emergency medical
care.  Two minutes later Joey's wheelchair came around the corner and I
walked up to meet them.  "Hi, Bob.  Thanks for bringing Joey over here.
What's up Joey?  How ya feeling."  Joey was looking down and he muttered,
"Can we just get inside, please."  Bob told me Joey complained of being
sick to his stomach and dizzy and had insisted they call my cell phone.
After thanking Bob again I got Joey inside.

Joey said, "I think I just need to lay down.  Will you lay down with me
Oliver?"  I got him in bed on top of the covers and I lay down on my side
next to him.  On a twin bed you pretty much have to be next to whoever
you're on the bed with.  Joey said he didn't want to talk right now and he
rolled right up next to me, his back against my chest, and stayed
there. His body was tense and stiff.  I was worried, but if he won't talk I
couldn't very well figure out what was wrong with him.  What the hell
should I do?  Ya know, I was worried, but I also had this creepy feeling
that something wasn't what it appeared to be... I only say that because
Joey was acting completely differently than he'd ever acted before.  So,
something new was up.... but what?

As I was thining about that I actually dozed off for quite a while...
snapping awake and looking at my watch I saw it was ten minutes to five and
I was suppose to meet Randy at five.  Joey was still right up against me.
I said, "You awake Joey?"  He said, "Please stay with me Oliver.  I still
don't feel very well."  I thought.. well, what the fuck can I do?  He needs
me.... I put my arm over his chest and he snuggled in even tighter.  God
damn, just feeling that hard ass of his up against my crotch and I was
getting another frigging boner. I was thinking that my boner is the last
thing Joey needs to feel right now except, to my surprise, he pushed his
hard buttocks right up tight against it and wiggled some... I let out a
long wheezy breath.

Laying there I wondered how I could get a message to Randy telling him that
something important is preventing me from getting there. The last thing I
wanted Randy to think is that I just "blew him off"...and I don't mean
"blew" like that!...you know what I meant.  Maybe he saw Bob wheeling Joey
out of the gym earlier.  Sure, he'd see that...I hope.  No he wouldn't, he
usually works out at another part of the gym... it's a long-shot that he'd
have any idea that Joey got sick.  Fuck!  Randy is probably waiting in his
dorm room getting madder and madder at me.  Why does this stuff always have
to happen.  I was frustrated and then furious and then I felt guilty
because, after all, Joey is sick... he is sick, right?.  Now why would I
say that...guess I'm just disappointed I'm missing out on you-know-what
with Randy.  DAMN!

So far I haven't met many college students who weren't always tired. We
have too much studying to do, as well as, too much partying to do too.
Partying is an unwritten obligation for most college students.  Sleep time
gets pushed aside.  With Joey and me it wasn't so much that we partied a
lot, but rather that the gymnastic team took up so much of our free time.
That meant we were always up late studying and doing assignments.  Anyway,
a college student laying in bed at any time of the day or night will fall
asleep.  It's inevitable.  That's what Joey did and then me too....again.
When I woke-up it was 5:45.  I couldn't tell if Joey was still sleeping or
not, he was still laying right up against me but not moving so he was
probably sleeping.

I thought that if I could get over to Randy's dorm before six I'd be able
to explain why I missed our "date".  "You asleep Joey?" I asked quietly.
He rustled around and mumbled, "I was".  I asked him if he'd be alright for
fifteen minutes so I could run over to tell Randy Rider something.  Joey
asked what time it was and after I told him he said, "Oh, almost six
o'clock.  OK then...but don't be long.  I'm still a little dizzy".
Carefully I slid off Joey's bed and into the bathroom.  I hurriedly tried
to straighten up my appearance.

My haircut looked short, but more normal short.  The shaved outline around
my hairline had grown in and after today's haircut blended in with all my
other hair.  Looking in the mirror at myself I did a double take and
realized my haircut would be just like Frankie's if I trained it to stand
up like he has.  Isn't that a coincidence.  I sure wish I could see his red
hair again..... and everything that went with it too, sometime soon. I
brushed my hair up using some hair tonic like the barber had done and it
stood up like Frankie's.  Hot shit, I looked almost like his brown haired
twin.

By running the short distance to Randy's dorm I got there a little before
six.  Joey wouldn't be going with the gymnastic team on this over night
trip, but the rest of the gymnastic team were leaving on buses before seven
this evening.  Randy's roommate was a team manager and he had left earlier
today to be there for some kind of "manager" reason.  I knocked on Randy's
door and waited a full minute before knocking again. Nothing but silence.
Fuck! I missed him.  Walking by a utility closet on my way to the back door
I heard something so I looked in and there was Randy standing on a stool
reaching to get a duffel bag off a shelf.  I said, "Sorry, Randy.  My
roommate got sick and I didn't have your cell phone number so I ran over
here as soon as I could to tell ya I can't make it...I mean...well, you
know, I couldn't make it on time."

Randy looked over his shoulder and said, "I heard about it, Oliver.  It's
OK.  Come on over here."  He looked so cute standing on that stool wearing
a sleeveless T shirt, gym shorts, and sneakers.  His body was so perfect I
wanted to wrap it up in my arms. He had on a baseball cap turned backwards.
I walked over and he said, "Closer, Oliver.  I want a hug."  It was odd
because he was standing on that stool which made him a couple inches taller
than me instead of the other way around.  Before I could hug him he wrapped
be up in his strong arms with my own arms pinned to my side and he
whispered in my ear, "You look good enough to eat.  I really like your new
haircut too."  His lips were against my ear and he licked my ear when he
finished his sentence.  It gave me shivers all down my back.

Randy's voice was low and sexy and he continued to whisper in an almost
out-of-breath manner with his lips still caressing my ear, "You need to be
under a little bit of control, don't you Oliver?  You like it when I tell
you what we're going to do, right?" As I tried to think of an appropriate
response to what he was saying I found it difficult to breath because he
was so hypnotic to me now.  I tried to say, "What?"....  that's what I
always say when I can't think how I should respond, but I couldn't get it
out....just some air blew out of my mouth.

He smelled so good, so sexy and he had me wrapped in his arms so tight.
Randy again whispered, "Don't you, Oliver?" and I nodded my head up and
down twice.  He said, "You are going to be my boyfriend-on-the-side. It
will be our secret and I'm going to show you some sexy stuff that will get
you so hot you'll have a hard time believing it...and I do mean hard time.
OK, Oliver?"  I wanted to stay wrapped in his arms forever while listening
to him whisper dirty sexy stuff directly into my ear, inhaling his
aroma... and pressing my thigh against his cock.  I nodded my head again.

It isn't a new thing for me to get mesmerized by a hot sexy guy.  I like
being submissive to certain types and Randy is certainly one of those
types.  Some mean, tattooed leather freak with chains and whips would have
me running for my life, but someone like Randy who I know isn't dangerous,
just strong....he can really have his way with me.  It's all part of the
reason I worry that I'm over-sexed.  Actually it's always been my dream to
have a controlling gay lover.  If that someone turned out to be Randy
Rider.....well, I never fantasized about anyone as hot as Randy.

In a voice so low I could just barely hear him Randy said, "I have to meet
for a captains meeting in ten minutes Oliver so I can't do it now, but when
I get back we'll find a time and a place and I'm going to fuck you like
nobody has ever fucked you.  You are going to feel sexual feelings you
never even knew existed.  Oliver, you'll be whimpering my name and
saying...please, do me again...once more, please.  Yes, that's what you'll
say."  He kissed my forehead and licked all the way across it.  I was doing
short panting noises and pressing my forehead against his lips.

"Lift your face, Oliver" and when I did he sucked on my mouth and my lips
and my tongue until I could feel my wet boner move in my shorts and all ten
of my toes curled up tight in my sneakers.  Randy held me against him with
one arm and with the other he forced his hand inside the waistband at the
back of my pants.  He cupped my bare buttock and squeezed it with his
strong, bare hand.  I hissed out, "Ohhh, that hurts". He squeezed once more
and then just held my buttock with his finger at my hole.

He was sucking on my neck, under my chin, when he pushed his finger inside
me... hard.  My toes straightened out immediately and I went up on them as
Randy roughly finger fucked me and as soon as the one finger was smoothly
going in and out of me he forced in a second.  I sputtered, "Oh, that hurts
too...".  His methodical penetration of my hole caused sweat and natural
lubricant around my hole as he pushed further and further up inside me.
Every few thrust he'd massage my prostate "cum button" and I'd go "Ohh Ahh
Oh that feels so good" and then after a while "I'm going to cum, Randy" And
then I did cum a few minutes later with Randy continuing to pump his two
fingers far up my hole while still sucking on my neck.

It was a close call, I almost blacked out...I shot my climax standing on my
toes making a silent squeal from the same throat Randy was sucking on.  It
seemed like I shot out an awful lot of cum....all of it landing in my
jockey shorts.  I squeezed out a lot of spurts, big and small.. filling-up
my shorts with my creamy spunk....everyone of those shots was so hot and
felt so good I moaned or squealed silently with each one of them... leaning
into Randy as if my life depended on it.  Such an excellent feeling....it
lasted quite awhile too...and I was all jittery afterward... then the final
shock waves of after glow made me shudder from my shoulders to my feet.

Randy said, "Suck me off quick, Oliver.  I only got a few minutes.  With
him on the stool and me normally taller than him it worked out great...  on
my knees with my head back it was a more comfortable position for sucking
him off then when he is standing on the floor.... I have to hunch down.
His crotch smelled so excellent.  He'd taken a shower recently, but his
real odor was prevalent...not soap and not sweat, just him.  His cock was
as hard as mine had been before I blew off my load.


I lapped his balls a few times then really got into rimming him, getting my
tongue up inside his hole about an inch.  Randy said, "Oh fuck yeah" and
later "I can't wait any longer, Oliver.  Suck my cock." and I did.  He
fucked my throat in almost a frenzy and shot off a big load of cum just
like last time.  And, just like last time, it came up my sinuses and out my
nose.  His cock was thrust down my throat when the cum went up my sinuses
this time... so when he finally pulled his cock out I really needed oxygen.
My nose was stuffed with Randy's spunk so I blew out really hard and cum
sprayed out both my nostrils before the air passage was cleared and I could
breath again through my nose.. The force of that caused my ears to block-up
and every sound appeared to come from far off.

Randy was hyperventilating taking fast little breaths...then he slowed down
to deep breaths and then his body relaxed and he said, "Oh wow, Oliver.  I
love you sucking my cock.  But, damn, I was so excited about fucking
you...well, it won't be long my skinny buddy, soon as we can arrange it
I'll fuck you hard.  I got to run now though, Oliver.  Oh, by the way, I'm
getting back with Danny and that's why I said you'd be my boyfriend
"on-the-side.  I wanted to tell you all about it this afternoon, but you're
roommate got sick. We'll talk when I get back."  Then he took out a used
Kleenex and wiped at my face and nose with it.

Giving up on the cum clean-up he said, "Oliver, we're going to have so much
fun.  Trust me.  You need a controlling influence in your sex life and I'm
going to be it.  Wait till I tie you up tight... and then fuck you.  Think
about that.  I swear you have no idea how hot I'm going to get you."  Big
kiss on my lips and I thought he was leaving, but then he stepped back
towards me and lifted my head with his index finger under my chin.
"Whoa...I've been trying to build a hickey on your neck that will match the
one I saw on you after that last three day weekend.  This hickey I got
going on you is pretty good, but" and he leaned down to suck on it some
more.

I stood still for him as he sucked on my neck for almost another full
minute.  I was just moaning quietly with my hands holding onto Randy'd
waist loosely.  He might as well have been a vampire...I was under Randy
Rider's spell.  As far as I was concerned whatever he wanted to do to me
was fine with me.  When he was done he looked up and gave me the warmest,
sweetest smile and said, "I'm so lucky, Oliver.  You're going to be the
perfect boyfriend on the side."  Then he was off and running, as usual.

Sitting down on the same stool Randy had been standing on I tried to clear
my head.  I actually did feel like I was hypnotized this time. It was the
dreamiest, yummiest feeling thinking about Randy whispering to me and
holding me so tightly in those strong arms of him. My hole burned a little
and my hickey stung, but I was in a sexy, dreamy mood.  Actually, I was
sort of glassy eyed for a while and then the fog began to lift and I felt
the wet cum in my pants cooling off ... I thought, "boyfriend on the side"?
What'd he say?  I got up and walked over to clean up in the lavatory at the
end of the hall.  Checking my watch I saw I'd been gone a half hour so I
ran back to the room hoping Joey was sleeping again.

He wasn't sleeping.  He was laying on his side staring at the door as I
opened it.  "I've had to take a piss for quite some time, Oliver.  Where
you been?"  He had watery eyes and that crying-whine in his voice when he
talked.  What the hell is going on with Joey?  I told him I was sorry but
that Randy was telling me about his gymnastic team's competition at Yale
and we lost track of time.  Joey had this funny look on his face so,
feeling guilty for lying, I continued on to tell him that maybe Randy and I
would be kind of like friends..."you know, Joey...gay friends".  He
sputtered out, "Don't tell me about fag stuff.  I don't want to hear
it... and please, don't be so fucking obvious and gross, put a bandage over
that disgusting hickey and change your pants."  I looked down to see the
wet cum stain that had soaked through near my right thigh.  Joey finished
with, " But, before any of that.... I need to take a piss for Christ
sake!".

He has never been in this kind of bad mood before so I just kept quiet and
helped him pee.  Holding his dick for him so he wouldn't pee outside the
toilet bowel, like I always do...but this time we didn't rest our heads
next to each others'.  He was very tense and his body was like a taut wire.
"Do you want to get some dinner, Joey?" I asked in a quiet voice. He
answered in an annoyed one, "If you can spare the time, yes I would.
Haven't eaten all fucking day."  I put a bandage on my hickey, changed my
underwear and jeans and then pushed Joey's wheelchair through the chilly
weather to the dining hall...in silence.  Joey had had breakfast with me
this morning and he'd said he wasn't hungry at lunch time so it wasn't my
fault he hadn't eaten, but what would it accomplish reminding him of that.

We had a quick, silent dinner and then back to the room.  I asked if he
wanted to go to a "mixer" that a big fraternities on campus had been
promoting all week.  It was at one of the boat houses on the river...they'd
have a band, roast beef sandwiches and a keg of beer.  Joey mumbled
something about preferring to go 'on line' because he needed to connect
with real friends.  The way he said it implied he didn't have any real
friends here...I guess.  I didn't want to fight with him, I had no idea why
he was mad at me and I didn't want to go to the "mixer" alone. What the
fuck, I went outside to smoke and try to figure out what was going on here.
It was a little too chilly outside to really enjoy sitting on the step
smoking, but I couldn't come up with anything better to do.  I couldn't
leave him alone and I didn't want to be in the room with him while he was
in this miserable mood.

While smoking my second cigarette I heard Tom Higgenson singing in my
pocket... "Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New york City...I'm a
thousand miles away but boy you look so pretty...Yes you do...Times Square
can't shine as bright as you...I swear it's true...Hey there Delilah don't
you worry...."  It was my cell phone of course and checking my caller ID it
showed..... Frankie Nerney.

Ya know, sometimes, just for the hell of it, I google "Hey there Delilah"
and the first choice that is shown on the screen is a Youtube rendition of
"Hey there Delilah" ..... one of many for that song with Tom Higgenson
singing and it's so cool it really moves me.  Tom isn't cute in a normal
cute way...Tom's nose, unlike Joey's, really is too big, but other than
that he's cool.  Youtube records how many times this video has been
viewed...what would you guess?  I swear, you can check it
yourself... 15,846,956 VIEWS, the last time I looked.  I'm not
kidding.... that video has been viewed almost sixteen million times...that
one rendition of the song.  Amazing!  I love the song as I think I've
mentioned once or twice.

So, Frankie is calling me.  That's odd because Darleen forbid him to even
email me...never mind call me.  Hmmm, I hit "Talk" and said, "Hello. This
is a strange coincidence because I know another guy named Frankie Nerney.
This couldn't be he, however, because his girlfriend won't allow him to
communicate with the likes of me. The Frankie Nerney I know has the
brightest, shiniest red hair I ever saw and he wears Harry Potter glasses.
He is so cute I can't even tell ya.  I got my hair cut just like
his...what'do ya think about that?  What color's your hair stranger?"
Frankie says, "Oliver, don't be like that.  I'm your Frankie and I called
to tell you that you've been right about everything from the start and that
the girl you mentioned is now really, really, really history....old news
and outa-here baby!  I swear to you it's true.  It's you and me now,
Oliver...you and me.  Is that OK?  You got your hair cut like mine,
really?"

Frankie has a cute voice.  I probably mentioned that thing about a boy's
voice before.  Yeah, seriously....  guys can have a cute sounding
voice...not "cutsy" or cartoon-character cute, but youthful and boyish and
excited and maybe a little squeak if they get nervous or speak too quickly
...like that.  Frankie always sounds cute, in person or on the phone.  I
bit my lip and squinted my eyes because Frankie wiggled his way into my
heart early on and I learned what I think love is from how I feel about
him...that's what I call love.  He also has caused me more heartache then
any other boy on the planet...love hurts too, ya know.  I remained calm
because I'm growing up and because Frankie has built my hopes up a number
of times in the past only to send them crashing down the next day.

"This is my Frankie, you say?  The boy who I worked with on the loading
dock and swapped spit with and the one who's pubes I had to cut off to get
to a splinter near his nuts so I could save his life.  That Frankie?  Is
that what you're telling me?"  I was nervous, but my voice didn't sound
nervous.  My fingers were shaking, my stomach was turning over and I simply
didn't know what to do or say, but my voice didn't sound nervous...I don't
think it did anyway.  Frankie has always caught me totally off guard....for
as long as I've known him.  He doesn't do it on purpose I don't
think...it's just him.  I wanted to start the whole conversation over from
the beginning and stop this trying-to-be-funny stuff.  I wanted to say
"Thank God Frankie...I love you" but it wasn't so easy to do.

Frankie said, "Don't be mad at me Oliver.  You have reasons to be mad at
me, but please don't be.  You were right about you and me.  I'm sorry I
couldn't see that sooner."  I told him I was just screwing around like we
always use to do...that I was happy to hear from him and that I wasn't mad
at him.  Frankie was very contrite during our conversation which soon began
breaking up because my cell phone needed charging.  He made me promise to
drive up to see him the first day of Thanksgiving break.  When we said
goodbye I think the last thing he said was "I love you Oliver" but it was
hard to tell because the signal was weak.  But seriously, it sorta sounded
like that... what else could it have been?

Naturally I lit up another cigarette right after saying goodbye because I
was so wired I didn't know what to do.  Lighting a cigarette was at least
doing something.  I stood up and walked in a circle trying to figure out
how I should feel about this.  Was this finally the real thing, like
Frankie said it was?  Do I still love Frankie like I thought I did a couple
months ago?  I know I don't love Alexander, especially the "new" Alexander,
but sex with him is almost as hot as it gets.  I kinda get off on his bossy
ways.  I'm definitely infatuated with the idea of sex with Randy, but not
necessarily Randy the person...per se.  Wonder if I could grow to love him
though...I don't know.  And, what about my little brother Joey inside the
dorm there...my Joey with a-hair-up-his ass at the moment?  How do I feel
in my heart of hearts about Joey?

I've never let myself really ponder too deeply into those kinds of feelings
about Joey because I've been sure he's straight from day one. I always
thought that Frankie had gay tendencies so I let my fantacies about the two
of us wander all over the place.  This latest Frankie stuff is very
exciting though and I want to share this news with someone....  with Joey.
Why's he mad at me anyway?  I'm going in and find out right now!

Joey was still emailing with his high school buds so I sat on my bed and
stared at his back.  What could be wrong?  I should be the one who's
pissed-off for him treating me this way after everything I've done for him!
But, ya know, I really care for him and I'm worried he's acting like this
because he received some bad news or something like that...and he's just
taking it out on me because he's frustrated and helpless and doesn't know
what else to do.  Truth is, he has to have a good reason for acting like
this...Joey is too sweet a kid to act like a dick.  I know him by
now..... something has gone wrong in his life and I'm going to help him
with it.  I'm sticking by Joey!

This Frankie thing.... Frankie popping up in my life again, it should have
me jumping for joy except I'm cautious now.  Frankie has issues that keep
getting in the way of logic...getting in the way of the obvious too.  But
damn, he makes me tingle all over.  I want to taste his saliva again and
feel his red burr haircut and rub my nose against his forehead to inhale
his wonderfully sexy natural odor.  Frankie makes my knees weak and my
pecker hard and my balls vibrate and my stomach feel funny.  He fucked me
that one time...he needed my assistance to get it started, but he finished
it and I can't ever remember a stronger climax than the one he gave me with
that erotic screwing... screwing me with that pretty, perfect, hard cock of
his.  Having Frankie inside me was an indescribably delicious
feeling.....my whole body was alive with the feeling I normally only feel
just in my dick when I climax. My whole body felt that way when Frankie
fucked me.

I was enjoying this trip down memory lane, with Frankie and me headlining
the show, when Joey said, "Why are you staring at me, Oliver?  I can feel
it on the back of my neck."  I told him I was waiting for him to finish his
on line chat so I could talk to him about why he is treating me so badly.
Joey rolled his dark blue eyes and shook his head slightly and then said,
"I study with you every night so I know how bright you are...your mind
absorbs the material, analyzes it and comes up with the proper conclusion
so quickly it amazes me.  I though I was smart in high school, but you're
smarter...I can see that, but you don't know shit about real life."  He had
tears in his eyes as he finished by saying, " Something must have
disconnected in your brain somewhere along the line and you simply can't
read people.  I'm not sure what it is Oliver, but something is fucked up in
your head.  Nobody can be this dense."

I said, "What?" and Joey went on, "Oliver, do you really think a straight
kid would do all the sexy things with you that I do?  Well, do you?" I
said, "Huh?" He shook his head again and said, "I'm gay.  I've been gay.
I've know I'm gay for a few years, but I wanted to be in the closet until I
feel more comfortable with it.  I'm not like you running up to every one
you see saying...I'm gay, I'm gay!"  I muttered, "I don't do that.  You're
gay?" Joey used a patient voice saying, "I know you're surprised, Oliver.
That's what's so weird.  Don't ya see it?  I loved all our physical contact
as much as you."

My head hurt.  I tried to remember to keep my mouth closed because when
something takes me competely by surprise my mouth hangs open like I'm a
retard.  "So, you're saying you're gay.  Right?"  And Joey was frustrated
now, "Jesus Christ Oliver, how much plainer do I need to say it. Yes, I'm
gay.  I didn't know I was gay at age nine or whatever age you said you knew
it at, but I've known it for awhile now.  When I started dating around age
sixteen or so my buddies and I would discuss our dates from the night
before and I'd be like...to myself, I must have the wrong girl.  My friends
were all worked up and talking about copping a feel and so forth and I was
thinking how gross it was to French kiss with my date and copping a feel
never even entered my mind.

Staying stupid, I said, "You did a lot of dating with girls?" and Joey
began talking to me now like he was explaining something to a four year
old.  "Yes, Oliver..I tried dating for a year or so but I came to
understand that I enjoyed looking at my best friend's mouth while he
explained 'almost getting in his dates pants' much more then anything he
had to say about what was in the girl's pants.  I reailized I wanted to
French kiss that mouth of my friend, not the mouth of a girl on a date. The
last girl I dated really had a crush on me and she finally had to take hold
of my wrist and put my hand under her blouse because I just couldn't make
myself make a move on her.  I pulled my hand away so fast it was like I
touched a blow torch...her nipple felt gross, with all those little bumps
around it...I almost hurled.  She called me a queer."

Still hardly believing my ears I asked him who all knew he was gay and he
told me that no one "officially" knows it except me, now.  He does thinks,
however, that his two best friends have to know, but they've never come out
and said it directly.  Joey said that they make general comments about how
they don't care if someone is gay and stuff like that.  I asked Joey why
he's telling me all this now.  Ya know, if I'm so dumb I didn't see it, why
not stay in the closet and let me stay ignorant?  Why tell stupid old me?

Joey's eyes softened and he spoke sweetly now, "Don't be hurt, Oliver.  I'm
sorry if I insulted you....it's just that I was frustrated that you didn't
recognize the situation and...I guess I didn't know how to handle it
either.  Then I saw Randy with his arm around your waist and you gushing at
him and I got pissed-off...jealous actually."  I said, "I wasn't gushing!
I was just listening to him."  Joey went on to tell me that he heard one of
the gay gymnast say that Randy was taking another freshman "under his wing"
....beginning at five this afternoon.  Joey aid hearing that made him so
jealous he'd felt sick.  Joey said, "That's what I was sick about.  But
then you stayed with me back here on my bed and I started to feel better.
And also because you had passed up the five o'clock meeting with
Randy.... I didn't want you with him."

Joey actually still had tears in his eyes when he finished up with,"then
you left me for over half an hour and come back all red faced, a wet spot
at your crotch and that fucking disgusting hickey on your neck...like Randy
branded you as his boy.  Oliver, I love you.  I fell in love with you.  I'm
in love with you right now.  Do ya know what I mean?"  My mouth was open
again and my brain told me to say "what?" but I didn't.  I managed to say,
"Joey, I love you too.  Honest to God, I think of you as my little
brother."  He made a face at me and almost laughed.

What I said was not what Joey wanted to hear of course.  He laughingly came
out with, "Well, that's a start...but it's a far cry from...'I'm in love
with you too, Joey'.  What the hell, I'll take that for now because you're
my captive roommate.....I've got plenty of time to make you fall in love
with me.  You don't have a chance, Oliver.  No chance dude."  He was
getting more playful now...more like himself and a huge smile broke out on
my face.  I really do love the kid, I told ya all that before... but, in
love with him?  Hmmmm, I don't know about that.  It's so wierd because I've
been in Joey's place ....I can understand his frustration. Hell, I feel the
same way about loving Frankie.... and not feeling that kind of love in
return.

Joey and me went into this long bull session.  We talked about the
frustrations we experienced being gay in secret.  The frustration of loving
someone who maybe don't love you back.  I told him that the only place I
was open about my gayness was here at college... and with Frankie.
Obviously the boys I had sex with knew I was gay, but it's not like we
discussed it or anything.  I told Joey about Cristobal and my first gay
experiences with him, but I did not mention my neighbor Edward.  Joey told
me some of his fantasies because he hadn't had any real life gay experienes
to share.... we got a little silly with the fantasy area.  Fantasies can
get out of hand, but they're fun.  I got us a couple of cokes and we shared
some cigarettes.  No smoking in the dorm rooms but we did it anyway.  I
opened the window as our consession to the no smoking rule.

It was fun to talk openly about gay stuff with another gay boy.  Joey and I
were back to being best buds and we kidded each other about our skinny
bodies and then complimented each other about other aspects of our bodies
or looks that we thought were good.  I went a little overboard
complimenting Joey on having a great penis, but hell... he did have a great
one.  It was big and uncut and picture perfect. Then he commented on my
very, common, average looking dick and he did it with a straight face at
first, making me frown...was he making fun of me?  and then he laughed and
laughed at what a nerd I can be.."Oliver, you take every thing anybody says
as the gospel truth...I'm teasing you for Christ sake."  I said, "I knew
that.  I was teasing you back."

We'd been talking and joking around for almost two hours when out of the
blue Joey said, "OK Oliver, I've worked up the courage to ask....... would
you have sex with me? Right here, right now.  I've never had sex with
anyone...well, unless I count you jerking me off... which I do by the way.
Will you?  Fuck me?"  Ha! I certainly had no problem with this request, but
I wanted it to be special for Joey so I did everything slow and
deliberate.... the way Alexander did it to me.  It seemed to make things
more special somehow.  I put The Killers CD on real low. It was "Sam's
Town"...I really like The Killers.  Joey watched my every move without
saying a word now....his big dark blue eyes shining.

I got his clothes off and lightly ran the palms of my hands from the back
of his neck, across his shoulders and down his sides to his hips and then
over to his belly button and down around his hairless pubic area.  Joey
took a deep inhale and held it too long, but when his face was real red he
began letting his breath out slowly.... I cupped his nuts and squeezed hard
enough that he made a scrunched-up face.  Then with the palms of both hands
I went down the outside of his legs and up the inside, rubbing gently, up
to his cock and balls and fondled them unil he moaned out "Ohhhh"... his
cock a hard, stiff boner.  Staring in his eyes I stroked the loose skin of
his cock on and off the head until a big glob of pre cum rolled over my
fist and Joey's shoulders shuddered.  Then, right after that his whole body
shuddered.

I let go of his boner and watched it bob in the air for a second before
slowly undressing myself and then giving my own stiffy some strokes.  My
cock got so hard the skin was shiny.  Joey staring at it as I slowly
unscrewed the cap on the creamy Vaseline lube.  My boner is just your
average, run-of-the-mill six inches long and not that big around, but it's
straight as an arrow ....sticking out from my small pube patch. I like my
pecker....I know it's not special, but I like it.  Joey didn't look
frightened of it like I am of his, a little bit anyway.  Rolling Joey on
his side facing away from me I pushed the Vaseline up his hole.  A shiver
and a moan from Joey, who said, "Oh Oliver I'm nervous" I went
"Shhhh...just relax."  More Vaseline... and when his hole was loaded with
it I fingered him with one and then two fingers until he was making a
hissing noise ...lots of air blowing out between his clenched teeth.

Climbing up on the bed behind him I pushed the head of my boner against his
hole, "Real relaxed Joey...like you get when I'm putting ointment in your
bum hole" he said, "I'm really nervous ...I didn't think I'd be, but I am"
I got up on my elbow and leaned my face over to look at the side of his
face and said, "Turn your head toward me Joey" when he did I kissed him on
the lips and Joey kissed back like he wanted to eat my mouth.  I whispered,
"Slow Joey..go slow.  You taste good."  I sucked on his tongue and French
kissed him and oh my God was he yummy.  He muttered, "Oliver" and he got
going too fast again licking all around my mouth and nose like a puppy dog
would do.  I like puppies.

I'd had that great climax about three hours ago with Randy, but that's the
only one I had all day so I was back up to " fully loaded " and my cock was
leaking as we kissed some more.  I reached down and positioned my hard, wet
cock at his hole and humped it right inside him.  Joey went, "Ahhhh oh oh
oh That hurts Oliver."  I went in very slowly...a quarter inch or so at a
time.  It was tight, Joey's first time getting fucked ...I didn't want to
hurt him too much.  When those muscled buttocks of his squeezed on my boner
I had to concentrate not to hump in and out right then and there.....this
really felt fabulous.  I'd push in a half inch and Joey involuntarily
tightened his buttocks and I bite my lip keeping myself in check.  And then
a quarter inch again and so forth...felt fabulous to me.

I pushed in slowly all the way until I was firmly up against his fantastic
hard muscular buttocks.  His body was as stiff as a board so I guess it
hurt all the way up, but he is a determined kid when he sets his mind on
something.  "It hurts, Oliver.  Am I OK, do ya think?"  I told him to give
it time, that he's fine and everything was going OK.  A couple of minutes
later he said that it still hurts, but soon after that he changed his tune,
"Oh it feels good now, Oliver, you were right.  Really good.. oh, oh, oh my
God.  It's so different.  This feeling...  knowing you're up inside my
body.  My dick is so hard I can't believe it.  Ohhh it feels good.  I did
it, Oliver...didn't I ?"  "Yeah, you did it Joey and now for a little hot
action."

I pulled out some and he squeaked as I pushed back in..... it was almost
funny as he made different sounds with each of my penetrations until he
finally settled on a regular "Oh Oh Oh" with each one.  I started to feel
my balls tighten up after about ten minutes and I knew that was sooner than
I would have liked for Joey's first time, but I was past the point of
controlling my urges.  That ass of his was such a freaking turn-on it got
me all worked-up.  I began a fast, hard, deep humping in and
out... slapping noisily up against his ass with every hump.  Joey grunting
and going "AH' now with every slam up into his hole.

Just before blowing my load, Joey blew his with a long " Eeeeee..ahhh"
firing his cum up against the wall next to the bed.  As I've said, I'd
never had anything tighten on my boner like Joey's buttocks, but it was
even more unbelievable when he shot off each of his blast...then he really
tightened up his buttocks.  Oh my God......I squealed out in pain at first,
but quickly exploded cum up into his bowels and another shot quickly
followed the first one as Joey fired a few more shots of his own.  Black
dots flooded my vision and I grabbed Joey around his chest and hung on for
dear life humping his hole at lightning speed....my cum acting as
additional lubrication splattered here and there with each withdrawal and
subsequent fast hump back up all the way inside that virgin hole...splat,
splat, splat, splat...  It got kinda messy.

We both stopped flouncing around at the same time and lay there sweating
and panting.... me still holding Joey tight, my cock up his hole as far as
I could get it...immobile now.  My crotch was dripping wet and so were
Joey's ass cheeks.  In the background I could just make out The Killers
singing "Read My Mind".  It was just loud enough to be hypnotic. We both
were breathing hard and my heart was thumping fast, almost matching Joey's
which was pounding against my forearm.  I snuzzled my nose against the back
of Joey's neck...the skin there was so smooth and smelled so good.  I put
my leg over Joey's so I could hug him to me with both my arms and my legs.
Joey finally said, "Holy shit! I can hardly believe the way it felt on my
dick when I shot off.  Can hardly wait to do it again too." and he did a
quiet "Ahhhhh, Ohhhh....felt so good".

I'm sure I'll remember Cristobal all my life...remember I had my first gay
sex with him.  Maybe Joey will remember me all his life too.  That's a
weird thought.  As we lay there together Joeys breathing came back to
normal and his body just melted into the nooks and crannies of my body.  It
was really nice, but before my pecker could firm up into a real boner again
Joey reluctantly said he had to pee....I almost said, "What's new?" but I
didn't.... instead I pulled out of him slowly with him whimpering and
telling me that it felt really odd back there with me outside of him.  I
assured him everything was as it should be...that he should give it a
little time and as I was saying that I watched my cum began drooling out
from high up in his bowels. Grabbing some tissues I wiped his hole for
him...the lips around there looked a bit red and a little swollen.

Helping him hop over to the toilet on his good leg I asked if his hole was
as sore as it looked and he said, "Oh yeah!  But it was well worth a sore
hole to cum like I just did.  Ya know Oliver, I got a lot of lost time to
make up for.  Let's set up a schedule where you fuck me, hmmm... how about
every two hours around the clock".  He was really getting back to his old
joking self.  I wanted to kiss him but he was taking his piss and he might
spray the toilet seat....which I'd then have to clean up.  I just squeezed
him around his waist a little tighter instead.  Man, I have a lot of
feelings for Joey...I've got to figure them all out.

After both Joey and I peed, I suggested a bath together.  I could have
suggested anything and Joey would have gone along with it.  Getting in the
tub Joey told me again how he can't wait to get his cast off so he can hug
me around my neck and we can make out till he cums in his pants.  Once he
"came out" to me, he sure hasn't held anything back...  he simply said
whatever was on his mind and it usually was a compliment to me in some
form..  real flattering.  We were Joking around a little bit and then Joey
got this idea that he really wanted me to give him a hickey like Randy had
given me.  I started sucking and licking at a spot on his neck below his
ear and I'm thinking...  " I've never given anyone a hickey before"
... doing it almost had me creaming in the bathtub.

Sucking on his silky skin in the same spot, licking and tonguing and then
more sucking.  Joey held his head in place for me and did his quiet moaning
sound....in between moaning he said he loved me, about twenty times.  I'd
been on a mission to find some cute boy who would say "I'm in love with
you, Oliver".... and mean it.  Now I've found him and I'm not sure what to
do with him...... I think I'm in love with Franky who may or may not feel
basically the same way about me.  Being a brain in college I know that the
earth travels around the sun at 67,000 miles per hour while, at the same
time, it rotates on it's axis at a 1000 miles per hour....I'm blaming the
fact that I don't know what to do with this wonderful situation on that...I
can't think straight because I'm fucking dizzy from all that spinning and
wicked fast moving the earth is doing.

I know it's a goofy thought to have as I sucked on Joey's neck, but I was
having fun and this " Joey situation " developed too quickly for me to
fully appreciate it yet.  It was also very sexy sucking on his neck and I
finally couldn't resist stroking my cock and that made Joey say "Me too,
Oliver".  One thing led to another and I finally got the idea to try a
bathtub fuck.  It wasn't easy, but after some clumsy attempts my boner was
inside Joey again.  He grunted a bit so I knew it was hurting him, but
circumstances had turned me on and I fucked him anyway.... stroking his
cock for him while trying to hump him up off my lap.

It didn't take too long before, apparently, the pain in Joey's hole was
overwhelmed by the sexual pleasure of having a cock up there and he began
pushing up with his good leg and we did an awkward kind of rough fuck which
ended with me climaxing inside him again... that caused me to squeal out in
an embarrassing manner.  Joey shot off with the help of my hand-job ten
seconds later.  We laid in the water breathing hard watching the cum float
around and disappear... saying nothing for a couple of minutes.  Then Joey
whispered that his hole was very sore and he asked me to pull out slowly.
It was a little painful for him after that so I got him out of the bath and
all dried off.

His hole was sore for sure and unfortunately I didn't know what would help
it so I just put more Vaseline on it ... just to do something. We got
cuddled up together and I sucked on his hickey until I fell asleep.  Next
morning Joey said he'd stayed awake an hour after me, he just kept
rehashing, in his head, our sex together.  His ass was still too sore for a
morning fuck, but we were satisfied for the moment anyway. It was
Saturday.... we just hung around together being lazy and...Ok, I admit it,
we were real lovey-dovey too.  If it were two other boys acting like this I
might say something like "yuck!  throw-up" but I liked us being this way.
I thought..... "maybe I'm in love with Joey afterall".  Wish I knew how to
know if I am.

Joey and I did daily sex from that day until Thanksgiving break.  Since
he'd never had sex of any kind with anybody, and since I'd always had safe
sex of one form or another, we were able to be strickly bare-back riders.
To be honest, I can't feel a condom when someone is fucking me with one on,
but I do miss the squishy feeling of the cum explosion up inside me.  It
also feels good for the guy fucking too...all that extra lube.  Sweet!
Joey wanted to hold off fucking me until he could use his arms to hold me
while he was doing it.  We took a bath together and then slept together
every night .... by the third night Joey had the biggest hickey you've ever
seen.....much bigger than mine had been. By then mine had shrunk
significantly.  We kept our hickies covered up during the day.  Joey wanted
to give me one as soon as Randy's disappeared.  I was getting so attached
to this kid.

Things were hopping for Joey and me, but on the other hand, Randy and I
never had the chance to make up for that fuck-date we'd missed because...
first, scheduling...and then Randy got the flu and was bed ridden.  I went
to see him one afternoon and he pointed at my backside and with a
sore-throat voice said, "Let me feel that ass of your's Oliver." I got
close to his bedside and he massaged my ass from the outside of my jeans
saying, "This is going to totally belong to me".  With that he told me to
stand still and, leaning over from his bed, he pulled my pants down, then
my jockey underpants.  He had me bend over to him as he stared in my eyes
while putting his middle finger first in my mouth to get it slippery wet
and then he pushed it up my hole.  He was rough with it too and I started
getting a boner right there in front of him.  He smirked and said, "jerk
yourself off, but watch where you shoot..."  he picked a sock off the floor
and said, "Here, shoot in this."

At first I felt awkward jerking off in front of Randy, but once the finger
fucking started feeling oh so good I forgot about awkward and started
stroking my boner at the same pace he was fingering my hole.  What a hot
five minutes that was...looking at Randy's cute face with the flu induced
red nose and puffy eyes.  He nodded his head up and down slowly and every
minute or so he'd say, "How's that feeling Oliver?"  I'd said, "Excellent,
Randy" and he shoved his finger further up there.  At the end, climaxing, I
was up on my toes with my eyes closed and my face scrunched-up firing cum
into Randy's sock and squealing as he continued with that long middle
finger of his.

He told me to get him a washclothe to clean his finger, which was a
relief...I thought I'd have to suck it clean again.  He took the sock from
me and flipped it over to a pile of dirty clothes.  Randy was not a slave
to the laundry room.  He's there so rarely it's almost a miracle I ran into
him there a couple of months ago.  After I shot my load he insisted I leave
my pants down because he said he loved looking at my bare ass.  I figured
it was just a "control" thing with Randy, but that's OK by me...I played
along.  When we heard some noise in the hall he motioned for me to pull
them up and then it seemed like he just got an idea and he said, "go lock
that door Oliver".

I had a suspicion what he'd tell me to do next and, sure enough he said,
"Get these covers off me Oliver and give me one of your special blow jobs.
I pulled the covers down to his knees and then his PJ bottoms were pulled
down too.  Whew...Randy had not been bathing regularly with that flu bug
running his life.  His strong odor was a very "ripe" smell, almost sickenly
sweet and it reminded me of Myer's teenage BO....which I liked in a
perverse way.  I really got into sucking that big cock of Randy's and then
I progressed to his smelly balls, but even I wasn't pervert enough to rim
his dirty ass.  He grabbed my head after awhile and fucked my throat again.
Another big load of spunk followed, but I managed to keep it out of my
sinuses this time.

Randy was cooing and moaning and complimenting me on my great suck off
tecknique.  He made me lick every drop of cum off his cock and around his
balls and pubes.  I liked it.  After I got him put back together he said,
"As soon as we get back from holiday, Oliver, I'm going to give you a
fucking you will never forget...give you the exact fucking that you
need. Like I already told ya, I want to see how you like it all tied up and
helpless.... me humping your ass hard.  After that, you'll more or less be
just waiting for me to wiggle my finger and you'll come running,
unbuttoning your pants as you run to me."

He said that stuff with a smile and a laugh, but just looking at him and
sensing his dominant nature I wondered if he wasn't actually more right
about this than he knew.  He was a sexual magnet for me...I'm the moth to
his flame.  I had just stood there and let him do his thing. I swear I want
him to fuck me so badly...he has me so intrigued.  Like I said before, he's
my vampire and I'm under his spell.  It's always a weird, sexy feeling in
my groin when Randy is playing around with me ... but, in love?  I don't
think so.  Someone knocked on the door with some soup for Randy so I
unlocked it to let them in....I pretended to look confused as to how the
door got itself locked and when I realized no one was paying any attention,
I took off.

I wasn't in love with Randy for sure, but Joey sure thought he was in love
with me.  He liked to talk about it too...non-stop.  I never imagined that
I'd get tired of hearing a cute boy say he loved me.  It got so bad I'd
start one of those philosophical conversations like...are you sure you know
what love is, Joey?  or...what's the difference between being in love with
someone as opposed to loving some one? The old, I love you, but I'm not in
love with you conundrum....and....I'd try to describe my love for Frankie
after which Joey and me would then compare our feelings... talk, talk,
talk, and blah, blah, blah.  I didn't really learn anything and I don't
think Joey did either, but, as I said earlier, he sure liked talking about
it all.  "Love"...maybe we're just two romantics who happen to be in love
with different people...maybe that's what it boils down to..

Joey still had his sense of humor and he came up with this scenario...
"Oliver, how about you and me spend some time with your friend Frankie. The
way things are going with all of us...he'll obviously fall madly in love
with me and then we'll have you in love with him, me in love with you and
Frankie in love with me.  A round-fucking-robin thingie..... Wouldn't that
be fun?"  I said, "No, it would not."  In a goofy baby-talk voice Joey
said, "I'm so in love with you, Oliver...kiss me preeze" I rolled my eyes
and pretended to stick my finger down my throat.  He knew when things were
getting a little over the top and he has this natural comic sense....  He
makes me laugh.

Other times we'd be serious and Joey would tell me how weird it is to be in
love...how confusing it makes everything.  Like, now he feels he needs to
do whatever I want to do and, of course I don't really like to be the one
deciding what we're going to do so we can't decide on anything.  "You want
to go to dinner now, Joey?"  "I do if you do".  "I don't care if we go now
or later...what do you prefer?... like that.  It's as if my role is fucked
up ...I'm suppose to be the follower, not the leader.  Joey says when he
gets his arms back to full strength he can be the one in control and maybe
THEN I'll fall in love with him.  I said, "Yeah, maybe... and maybe I'm
already in love with you, Joey."  He said, "Really?" and I told him I
didn't know what to think...that I had to sort out my feelings over
Thanksgiving holiday.

I also said I didn't have to be "in love" with him in order for us to have
the best sex ever and he said, "Oh yeah, dude.  I know that already."  Then
back to his goofy, pretend baby voice with, "Let's fuck!"  It was a fun
time for us, not all serious...mostly joking around even with the sex.
But, when it was time we get ready to leave for the break, no more joking
around.  Joey got all teary and said he was going to miss me so much it
hurt his stomach.  I told him to concentrate on enjoying getting the casts
off... think about the positives and I added how much I was really looking
forward to his first hug....etc etc..you know, positive thoughts.  Imagine,
me giving advise!  We had a very sweet goodbye time in bed that morning.

Boy, his cock was very big by the time he climaxed.... me doing him from
the missionary position...his arms under him and me laying on his back
fucking his muscled, hard buttocks for all I was worth.  This was going to
have to last us awhile.  I shot off inside him and then we rolled on our
sides and I hand-job'ed him to finish him off and that cock of his was
huge.  We hugged...well, I hugged for both of us and we kissed some and
then Joey would have a tear run down his cheek. I really had mixed
emotions...of course it made me feel good that Joey cared about me so much,
but, at the same time, I wish he weren't making me feel so guilty.

He's one yummy kid though, I got to tell ya.  He really gets a big kick out
of doing that spit swapping thingie that Frankie introduced me to.  Joey
loves that! I finally had to get up and get Joey dressed and packed in time
for his mother and brother to pick him up.  Mrs Gallo came bustling through
our door exactly at 11am with little brother dragging behind.  Joey's
brother always seemed unhappy...just the opposite of Joey.

His mother said to me, "You've done a better job that I thought you would,
Arthur."  Joey and his little brother said in unison, "It's Oliver,
Mother!"  Her face was looser than I remembered from our first meeting so I
guess she needs another Botox shot or two.  That woodpecker face of her's
swiveled over to give the boys a stern look and she used my favorite
word...she said, "What?"  Both brothers laughed, but I didn't because she's
scary!  Just a little while after that, on the sidewalk in his wheelchair,
Joey turned back at me with a forlorn look as they wheeled him to their
car.  I threw him a kiss and he gave me such a sweet smile then I might
have had a tear in my eye too if I wasn't such a tough guy.  I wiped my
eyes, just in case, and right after Joey left I got my car loaded with the
clothes I wanted to take with me.

During the first hour of my drive home I thought about that big cock of
Joey's going up my hole... in the not too distant future too...something
special to look forward to..  And a WOW also, at the thought that there is
a long cock in my immediate future...Alexander's.  Jesus, things have never
been sexually hotter in my life.  The Counting Crows came on the radio and
I sung along with their hit "He Don't Want Nobody Near" My favorite line
came up.... "I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight" That guy isn't
giving too much away...something on the side maybe?  cool...  I felt sooo
cool myself too!  I have that sleep over with Alexander planned and
hopefully I'll run into Spunky at the costume party.... also a date with
Pattie the Saturday after Thanksgiving, which was really to see Myers .
And, of course, the very big get together with Frankie who may or may not
have said "I love you, Oliver".  I'm seeing him Tuesday before Thanksgiving
after spending Monday with the folks.  Busy...busy!

Man, I can't wait to hear how Frankie dumped that fat cow, Darleen...
Thinking about Frankie while driving towards Alexander's...damn, Frankie
gets me all squirmy!

to be concluded next chapter......"Oliver's Conclusion"

Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com