Date: Wed, 1 Aug 2007 13:13:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER LEAVES FOR  COLLEGE   Part 2 of 2

Oliver narrates...

We lay quietly together.  He had just finished slowly
pulling his softened cock out of me and I had just
finished making my involuntary reaction to that,
"Ohhh....mmmm" it had felt so nice up there.
Christian was calm now and, other than absently
twirling a strand of my hair, we weren't
touching....me laying on my back and him on his side
staring at me.  I didn't mind him staring.  It didn't
interrupt my thinking about how completely unexpected
this brother sex thing was to me.   It's very
difficult to find words to describe the special-ness
of doing this sex act with my brother.

All those years of him doing things for me.  Him
getting up with me in the middle of the night when I'd
have that dream about Tyler and me....the recurring
one where I climaxed in the dream, but was actually
peeing my bed.  Christian helped me change my bed
every time that happened and then we'd go to sleep
again.  No pissed-off looks or recriminations of any
kind..... we changed the bed, Christian got back in
his bed and I got back in mine and we went to
sleep....end of story.

Tyler's accidental death took a terrible toll on my
sanity and my brother made it his business to get me
through it.   All the encouragement Christian  gave me
to help me learn to talk again after my muteness and
after that,  to help me control my stuttering.
Christ, even before my muteness, all the days and
nights he'd spent in the hospital with me, holding my
hand and  crying until I finally came out of my coma.
There are thousands of examples, big and small, of
loving things Christian has done for me over the
years.  Laying in bed next to him now I realized that
I've taken so much of that kindness for granted.
Because he had always provided it, I simply expected
it.   I expected Christian to do whatever it was that
I needed, even if I didn't realize what it was that I
needed myself.  "Take care of me, Christian"
....that's the way it was in my head, all those years.

I hadn't recognize how special his love for me was.
I've always loved him and thought of him as my hero,
but still...I took him for granted.  No longer though.
 I recognize how special this sex we shared is
too..... it's very different than lovers sex, but so
special, at the same time in other ways.  It's
different from hot, fun sex like I had with Pete too.
It's unique, different from all other
types......exclusively for brothers.

Christian sighed and casually slid his arm under my
neck and held me  again.  He took a deep contented
breath and nuzzled into the hug, not tight, just loose
and cuddly as he dozed a little. He had his hands
clasped lightly together on my chest.  I picked up his
right arm and held mine out along side his.  The two
arms looked identical.  Our hands looked identical.  I
smelled the back of his wrist and then I smell the
back of my wrist...the same.  I don't think we smell
like a baby the way Daddy/Glen said I smelled, but we
smelled nice....the same nice smell.

I held his hand the way straight boys hold a girl's
hand.  That felt great too, I really liked doing that.
 I put the palm of his hand against my face and licked
it and smelled it and put my palm against his palm
with our fingers spread out...the same.  I kissed his
hand and held the back of his wrist up to my nose and
smelled it with little inhales for a minute because I
really liked the smell.  Christian said, "What are you
doing, Oliver?"  He asked it in a sweet way.  I said,
"I'm smelling and tasting you and you're delicious.
You said I was delicious and now I've discovered you
are too."

Christian said, " That's swell Oliver, I'm very happy
for both of us, but I'm getting hard again, bro.  I
was sort of hoping to do you doggy style this time.
How about you get up on your hands and knees, OK?"  I
said, "OK" ...and it was OK too.  I scrambled around
and got up on all four as I heard Christian snap on a
new condom.  No wasted time.  He was standing up on my
bed behind me grabbing hold of my hips and pushing his
boner in my hole cautiously. "OK so far, Oliver?"  I
said, "Jesus, Christian, it feels even better than
last time."  He let a long exhale squeeze out through
his lips and, standing with bended knees behind me,
began a slow humping that just felt awesome. I put my
head down on by hands and bit my lip, it felt so
fucking good.

After a while Christian said, "I can't believe how hot
you make me.  It's like I'm on the verge of cuming
with each hump into you." and with that he reached
around my side and took my semi-hard cock in his fist
and began jerking me off.  It wasn't semi-hard for
long.  It was hard as a pipe in no time.  Christian
stroked my boner in unison with humping my hole.  It
felt fabulous, but I didn't have a lot of cum to work
with by now.  Daddy had milked me dry early in the
evening and Christian sucked my nuts dry an hour and a
half ago and then I had those couple of fat cum drops
when Christian screwed me the first time.  Not much
cum rolling around in my nuts now, but it still felt
fine getting fucked by my brother.  His cock fit my
hole like it was made especially for it.

After ten minutes or so of feeling very nice and
squirmy in that position Christian pulled out and told
me to lay on my back.  He sat on his ankles in front
of me and holding around my thighs he pulled my ass up
on his thighs a little bit and stuck his boner right
back up my hole and fucked me fast like that...right
on my prostate button.  I didn't last a minute till
some watery cum dribbled out of my boner and I thought
"I'm going to black-out" ....it felt that good.

My tightened sphincter ring caused Christian to shoot
off his load  too and afterward we lay in each others
arms again breathing hard with Christian's
perspiration mixing with mine as our faces moved
against one another....two brothers hot for each
other.  We were getting comfortably tangled up in each
others arms and legs.  Both of us were too beat, too
tired to talk.  I heard the condom snap off  of
Christian's cock and a soft splat as it hit the
hardwood floor where he'd tossed it.  Then we went to
sleep.

Next thing I knew I was in bed alone and water was
hitting the skylight above my bed, and to think I
didn't even know my bedroom had a skylight.  I stared
up at it.  Raining hard again, the sky was dark, but I
knew it was morning..... I had no idea what time
though.  When I lifted my head off the pillow a killer
hangover-headache made itself known.  I slowly put my
head back down on the pillow and tried to concentrate
on not fainting.  My stomach didn't feel good either
and I had to pee badly.  Fucking hangovers!

I lay very still as long as I could.  I was hoping the
pounding in my head would subside enough so I could
stand-up and make it to the toilet for that much
needed pee.  Maybe I'll just have to pee the bed and
Christian can help me change it.  This is stupid, I
swung my legs off the bed and stood up.  Pain shot to
my dizzy head, but I stayed standing and then slowly,
like a zombie, I walked into the bathroom, with my
hands out for balance, and plopped down on the toilet.


Ahhhhhh,  peeing was a huge relief.  It lasted quite a
while too and then oops, a "number two" was needed and
that didn't feel all that good coming out.  My brother
put a small hurt on my hole, nothing like that cute
Pete had put on it, but it was sore.  Oh my God, I had
to smile to myself thinking of Pete...and his
boyfriend, Ricky.  Who, by the way, I've promised
myself I'm going to meet someday, somehow.  I've got
to see that thirteen year old kid.  Pete says he's
fat.  Oh well, I'm feeling a little bit better now.
Brushing my teeth and gargling proved to be too much
activity, however, so right after gargling I headed
directly to my bed feeling proud I got all that
bathroom stuff  accomplished.... just like a big boy.
Fuck! I'm thinking goofy.....this headache is a
killer.....

Back to bed and the next time I'm  awake I see a big
glass of orange juice in an ice bucket and three
Tylenol on my night stand.  Nice touch, Christian!
Still raining cats and dogs.  Seattle,
Washington...jeez, rain, rain, rain!  The OJ was
excellent and the Tylenol will kick in about fifteen
minutes from now.  I snuggled in this fabulous bed and
dozed off again.  Later, waking up, I realized I could
function better now.

Slipping out of bed without any quick moves I put on
some boxer shorts and the cool looking bathrobe that
was hanging conveniently on a wood hat-rack-looking-
thing and I padded out of my bedroom on bare feet.  I
was lost.  I couldn't remember which way we came up
here last night so I followed the sound of a TV and
found Christian's bedroom.  Jesus H Christ was it big.
His bed and furniture were even more expensive looking
than mine.  This place looked like a movie set.

Christian came out of his bathroom with a towel around
his waist and said, "My fucking head is killing me.
How bout you, Oliver?"  I told him mine was too.... he
dropped the towel to get dressed.  I stared at my cock
hanging limp between Christians legs, well...what I
mean is,  a duplicate of my cock hanging there between
my brother's legs.  Duplicate nuts too.  I guess I
know what my own cock feels like in my own hole now.
The big clock on his wall read two thirty in the
afternoon.  Damn, no wonder I'm so hungry.

Down in the kitchen we started a slow eat-a-thon.
Christian made scrambled eggs and toast with five
little breakfast sausages each...the scrambled eggs
left wet the way I like them.  Lots of salt for the
eggs.  Then we made-up a big jug of cherry Koolaid and
drank the whole quart of sweet sugar water over ice.
Then bacon on thick grilled cheese sandwiches...two
each.  Then tomato soup made with water, not milk.
Christian said he'd had enough to eat and he made
himself a bloody mary with a lot of Tabasco sauce and
a celery stalk sticking out the top.

I didn't want anything to drink that contained alcohol
so he made me a virgin mary which is the same as a
bloody mary only without the vodka.  He left out most
of the Tabasco sauce too.  I also slurped down a whole
package of the Lipton dry noodle soup with real
chicken broth, I'll bet it is.... you put the dry mix
in a quart of boiling water, the small little
noodles...boil for five minutes.  All the foods we had
are my favorites.  Christian had them all on hand and
a lot more too.  And, he didn't even know I was
coming... imagine what he'd have had for me if he
expected me.  HA!  It's nice being worshiped.

It was a lazy Sunday and we watched some golf on  a
big screen high-def TV.  Somewhere along the way
Christian had taken up golf and he had an interest in
it now.  I liked Tiger and a couple of the younger
cute guys like Luke Donald and especially Sean O'Hair,
but overall, TV golf puts me to sleep...I dozed on and
off for a couple hours with the golf in the
background.  Around 6pm I felt rested and pretty good.
 I don't know how many drinks Christian had during my
dozing period, but he was back on the Jack Daniels
now. "How'd ya like to have dinner at the country club
tonight, Oliver?"  I said "Cool" and Christian came
over to the couch I was laying on and while ruffling
my hair he said, "You up for a little more brotherly
hanky-panky?"  And ya know, I was.  It surprised me,
but I started to get hard when he rubbed my head and
asked me that question.  I said, "OK".

He was sexy somehow, I never noticed it before, but
now my brother seemed sexy.  How the hell did that
happen?   I still only had on the boxers and the
bathrobe.  Christian put his hands inside my bathrobe
and felt up and down my sides and massaged my nipples,
then low on my belly and he kissed my mouth with a lot
of tongue.  I could taste the Jack Daniels, but he was
making me so hot I didn't care.

He climbed up on the sofa and sat on my thighs, pulled
open the robe, then grabbed my boxers on either side
of dick and ripped them right down the fly.  He let
each half pair of boxers lay on either side of my ass.
 My boner bounced up to say, "Hi".  "I'm going to do
you bareback, Oliver.  I just got back a negative
result for the HIV test I took so we're safe.  I
should have gone without the rubbers last night, but
habit...ya know?"  I said, "Sure."

He spread my legs and got in between them to pull my
ass up on his thighs like he did last night.  "This
was a really hot position for me last night Oliver.
Do ya mind?"  I was panting some because of the way
Christian was taking over and because, god damnit, I
wanted him to do me so badly.  I shook my head that I
don't mind and Christian did one of those great, warm
smiles I mentioned that he does so well.  "God, I love
you, Oliver."  He reached over my head to the side
table at the end of the couch and pulled KY jelly out
of the table's drawer.  Fingering my hole with the
jelly he said, "Just looking at your cute face drives
me nuts.  You make me so horny."

He unzipped and pushed his rock hard boner right
inside me, all the way up fast, in one swift motion.
I went, "Ahhhhhh...oh, yeah, Christian.  Oh yeah,
that feels good."  He was taking short fast breaths
and he began to rabbit fuck me fast, fast, fast.  I
stroked my cock and he hammered his in and out of my
hole for three quick minutes, tops.... and I shot off
a full load of creamy 19 year-old-boy cum that hit my
chin.  Christian again climaxed while I was clamping
my hole ring tight,  but this time I felt his cum hit
up inside me and it quickly was flying around a little
bit on my ass cheeks and thighs as Christian pulled
some cum out and drove his cock back up my hole
splashing the extracted cum around and pulling some
more cum out and ....like that.  So slippery.  He
collapsed on top of me laughing a little.  "That
wasn't too impressive on my part, Bro, but you got me
wild with desire.  You're so fucking sexy looking, I
had to get off quick."

I said, "Ok."  Christian gave me the nicest kiss and
before it was over I felt wetness on our cheeks.  He
had some tears, but not many, on his face.  He said,
"You'll never know how much this means to me, Oliver."
 I nodded my head indicating...well, actually, I don't
know what I was indicating.  Just trying to be
supportive.  He told me that after dinner he'd do me
up right with a proper fuck.  I said, "OK' again and
we got up to get ready for the country club.  I threw
the ripped boxer trunks in the trash and pushed some
toilet paper at my hole absorbing some of my brothers
cum as it drooled out of me.

He suggested we take a shower together and we did.
Washing each other for a half hour before he ended up
doing me again in the shower.  Up against the wall
with my arms spread out above me, water pouring down
on my head with Christian methodically humping  in and
out of me hard and rough, slightly out-of-control,
fucking me like a wild animal.  My boner was pushed up
against the tiled wall every time Christian drove into
me.   I grunted with each hump and when I couldn't
hold off any longer I stroked myself off for another
climax, smaller then earlier, but still a sensational
feeling.  Christian continued his assault on my hole
and I went along for the ride.

My brother shot off a short time later and even though
I didn't feel the ejaculation this time I felt how
slippery my hole got and Christian's moans accompanied
the slippery feeling.  His cum was soon drooling out
of my hole and twirling around with the shower
water...then disappearing down the drain.  Christian
said, Oh my God, that was hot." and he slowly sat down
on the floor of the shower with his back against the
tile wall, a grin on his face.  "Any chance you could
extend your visit, Oliver.  Say till...forever?"  I
was thinking,  "damn, my hole is too sore now for my
brother to do me up properly after dinner, like he
said he would."  I was enjoying myself quite a lot
too.. I said, "Sure.  I can stay forever."  My big
brother said, "On second thought, forget about that.
I'd be dead by next Wednesday or my dick would fall
off or something.. You're too hot for someone my age."
 He sort of dragged me down to sit next to him and we
kissed with the water still pouring down on us...we
kissed for awhile.

Later we headed off to dinner.  Neither of us was even
slightly horny... we were sexually content brothers
and that's for sure.  The country club had a
spectacular dining room with high ceilings and wide
windows from floor to ceiling that over-looked the
golf course.  I ordered prime rib, medium rare with a
baked potato..." both butter and sour cream on the
baked potato, please" and a salad with Russian
dressing.  And three hot rolls.  Christian had two
Manhattans, made with Jack Daniels,  and lamb chops
with little brown potatoes.  For dessert we both had
two Irish coffees and I was feeling a little woozy
from the Jamison Irish whiskey after finishing mine,
but real nice overall.

This was the best trip I'd ever been on.  During the
ride home we decided my hole actually was still too
sore, but Christian's wasn't and since it was our next
to last night together,  and because we'd had some
booze and all... we decided I was going to fuck
Christian tonight.  I did him twice as a matter of
fact, the second time I never actually climaxed with
cum though.  Just a little watery something or other,
but it felt real good just the same.

Christian shot off so hard the first time I fucked him
his glob of creamy cum flew over his head.  The second
shot hit his neck.  He said that's never happened to
him before.  He was on his back with his ass hanging a
little bit over the edge of my bed and he had his legs
wrapped around my waist.  I'd given his hole
everything I had and he stared at my face the whole
time as he whacked himself off and the result was that
cum shot over his head.  We were having the best time!
 I filled his hole up with a pretty good cum load too.

The second fuck was a couple hours later,  in bed, and
went on for almost a half hour with Christian moaning,
"Oh oh Ah! ah Oliver right there Oh fuck" and on and
on.... the whole time.  I'd been sound asleep when I
felt Christian rubbing my ass.  I looked over, it was
2:30 in the morning, and my brother has this
mischievous grin on his face.  He said, "Do me again
little brother,  harder this time please."  We slept
like babies afterward and when I woke up I was alone,
Christian had gone to work.  He left a note..."Off to
work, Oliver.  Everything in this house is yours.  You
see something you want to use or eat, do it.  I love
you, Christian."

After work he was back fucking me....he did it twice.
Once fast and the second one slow.  My hole hurt, but
I didn't tell him because I wanted him to fuck me so
badly and I was leaving the next morning.  Our last
night we ate at a fancy restaurant in the city.  I
wore my brother's clothes.  Very hot duds.  After
dinner, back at the condo,  we went to bed together
early and actually slept.  In the morning one last
long fuck that wasn't real good for me because it was
painful the whole time.  My hole hurt like it hurt
that time with Pete.  I really should have said
something, but I couldn't make myself do it.
Christian was in ecstasy and I didn't want to bring
him down.

And then....Oh my God, the kisses before I left the
house.  Christian said he couldn't trust himself at
the airport.  He'd make a complete asshole out of
himself crying and carrying on seeing me go.  He sent
me off, with tears,  in another stretch limo...the
driver holding the door open waiting for me and
calling me "Mr Nickerson" or "Sir".

I opened my going-away present on the way to the
airport.  It was a leather wallet with my initials in
gold on the outside and ten one hundred dollar bills
on the inside.   There was also a credit card with my
name on it....billing address of course would be
Christian's....I had not a single doubt about that.
Even without the money for Frankie and these
going-away gifts and all the food and glitter of
Christian's place...without all of that, it would
still have been the most special three days of my
life.  To be loved, truly loved unconditionally like
he loves me made me cry...I felt unworthy to tell ya
the truth.

Jeez, on second thought, I don't want to down-play
this money.  Christ, not to have money-worries in
college?  Are you shitting me?  WOW!  Thanks, bro!
Then I got somber again because I know that I take
these last few days for what they were.  A brother's
special time together, private always.......just
between Christian and me.  It was definitely
unexpected which made it even more of a thrill for
me.....the thrill of my lifetime so far.  But, I'm not
in love with Christian now or anything like that...I'm
in love with Frankie.  I'm somber because I worry that
Christian might be in love with me.   That will ruin
it for me, to have to disappoint or hurt him.  He's
smart though and I'll bet he thinks his way through to
a common sense conclusion even if he "thinks" he is in
love with me now.  Hope so anyway, I'd love to think
there are special "brother get-a-ways" in our future.
Brotherly sex......it rocks big time,

Right now though  I'm so anxious to see Frankie I
could pee my pants.  And I realized after all is said
and done, I have every reason to be upbeat and very
little reason to think up things to worry about.   I
mean, come on...the limo rides alone make the trip
worth while.  And...hell,  another "brother's weekend"
sometime?  Absolutely!  Can't wait.  This is the life,
riding along in the stretch limo watching the little
people gawking at the darkened windows trying to see
who I am, ha ha...fun.

Last night at dinner Christian told me he'd talked to
Glen during the day and Glen confirmed he'd pulled in
a few favors and got "that Pittsburgh thing" taken
care of.  Apparently it wasn't all that easy, but Glen
persisted because he felt he owed me for mistakenly
man-handling me when I first arrived at the condo.
Christian said he wouldn't want to be in those
assholes' shoes...meaning Fallon and his muscle men.

>From what Glen told Christian it turns out that Fallon
is some sort of low level crook unaffiliated with the
organized crime in the Pittsburgh area. His action
with Frankie and a couple other college kids who bet
through him was giving "bookies" a bad name apparently
and this "request" from fellow organized guys from the
West Coast was the last straw for the East coast guys.
 They were going to step on Fallon a bit.  I couldn't
help but wonder how, exactly.

Christian also mentioned that it was obvious that I
had potential to go gay so he figured I must be bi.
He said which ever sex I fall for first will determine
my path...if it's a girl then I'll be mainly hetero
and if it's a guy mainly homo.  I nodded my head like
I'd learned something.  No chance on the hetero, but I
didn't want to go into it then.  Another time for
sure.

Checking in the first class counter was fun again.
This time I knew what to do and I tried to appear
casual...like I been there before, but I was probably
acting like a kid on an amusement ride.  Hell, I was
having the best time.  Eventually I couldn't really
pull off the nonchalant role and I ended up doing a
number of my pretend coughs, feeling I was way out of
my league.  My seat partner in the first class section
on the plane wasn't out of my league though.  He was a
fourteen year old boy that would normally have had me
groping myself all the way from Seattle to Pittsburgh
except that my brother fucked all the horniness out of
me....for the moment.

This kid was a bit of a chatter-box though and if he
wasn't so much fun to look at I might have had to
stick a sock in his mouth.  He had Frankie's haircut
too which I liked, but with blond hair instead of red.
 I must have rubbed his head two dozen times during
the flight.  He didn't seem to mind it.  A few stray
acne bumps, but on him they were cute.  Freckles
across his nose...not many.

Cute, but the kid came out with all these annoying
quiz questions that he apparently thought were funny.
I didn't, but while he was saying them it gave me a
reason to look at him.  His mouth struck me as so
sexy.  Very white teeth that were slightly bucked and
the two front ones were longer than the other front
ones.  Bugs Bunny...like that, but it was irresistible
cute on Tony.  That's his name, Tony Wright.  The
teeth caused him to spit a little when he said certain
words and I kept my face close enough to his to feel
the spray....like I was hard of hearing.  Sometime his
spit spray made my eyes blink rapidly.

He had clean smelling breath.   I did eventually get a
hard on that for a while there,  I thought I might
have to jerk off in the little airplane bathroom.  I
wanted to kiss his mouth so badly.  Made me think that
my brother fucking the horniness out of me must be
wearing off.  What the hell, it had lasted for almost
five hours.

We're eating fruit salad out of plastic containers and
Tony's saying stuff like, "Why do you think they say
"put your two cents in" but it's only a "penny for
your thoughts"?  Where'd the extra penny go?"  I was
like, "What's that Tony?"  His spit spray has a hint
of orange slices from the fruit dish.  He says..."How
is it they could put a man on the moon long before
they could think of putting wheels on luggage?"  I go,
"Huh?"

Tony says, "When people have a great night's sleep,
why do they say "I slept like a baby"?  Christ, I got
a baby sister who wakes up crying every two hours to
be fed?"    I leaned over close to Tony and whispered
in his ear, "Shut the fuck up with those questions,
Dude, or I'll poke your eye with this fork."  Tony
said, "If a deaf person goes to court, is it still
called a hearing?".  I said, "I'll fucking scream,
Tony.  I'm not kidding", but I had to laugh myself.
Ya know, it's so stupid and Tony has a contagious
laugh and we're poking each other and all.

We had a good time.  He may have been gay because he
rubbed against me any number of times and he seemed to
like it when I rubbed his hair all those times...I was
thinking of Frankie when I did it.  Also, we were
almost holding hands when I'd pass him the snack or
the hot towel or drink...whatever.  It was a fun
flight.  When we said goodbye in the Pittsburgh
airport he said, " Oliver, If Jimmy cracks corn and no
one cares, why the fuck is there that stupid song
about him?  Ya know, if no one cares, who wrote the
song I wonder?"  I said, "Where's my fucking fork?"  I
hugged him goodbye and he didn't seem up for that, so
maybe he wasn't gay after all.  God, he was cute
though...

During the flight home, when Tony fell asleep for an
hour,  I spent that time going over in my head the hot
sex with my brother. I though about how our bodies are
so alike that it was almost like having sex with
myself.  That made me think of Noah and Nathan North,
the identical twins.  Oh boy, if those two have a
brother's hot sex weekend sometime it will actually be
like they are fucking themselves.  Hope I'm in the
area when that happens.

It won't be long now till I see Alexander and the
twins and I'm very anxious for that too.  We emailed
each other a few times each week all summer and
Alexander seems excited about seeing me again and the
twins love me to death, if I can believe what they
say.  Thinking about Alexander made me run my fingers
through my hair, happy Daddy didn't buzz it all off.
I want Alexander to give me a haircut and than suck me
off like he did at Wildwood that time....and then,
I'll fuck him till he's squealing like a piglet!  I'm
still real interested to find-out what that sounds
like.

My folks met me at the airport and I had to answer a
million questions about Christian and make up a few
lies along the way too.  They're going out to see him
in October.  I don't think there's much chance they'll
have as good a time as I did.  Now I've got a couple
days to shop for stuff I need for college and pack and
get my head straight...I want to get off to a good
start at The University.  Then I thought of
Christobal..... and that he'll soon be fucking me.   I
had to jerk off in the bathroom as soon as we got
home.  It's official, my brothers fucks have lost
their power over my horniness.  Thank God!

The next couple of days I got a lot of stuff
accomplished that I needed to do and felt really on
top of things for once.  Frankie was still in
Wildwood, but he'll definitely call me when he gets
back either Saturday or Sunday.  I can't wait to hear
if he dropped the bomb on Darleen yet...that bitch.  I
needed to give him the money for Fallon, but I was not
going to tell him about the West Coast mob getting
someone to "step on Fallon a little", whatever that
might mean. That would bring my brother and his pal
Glen into it and there isn't any need for that. And
then, the big thing....next Monday my folks and I
drive down to the University and I begin my college
life at last.

For now I'm getting ready for my weekly Saturday night
date with Pattie.  I'm going to drop my own bomb on
her.  You know, long distance relationships don't
work..yadda, yadda, yadda.  It's been fun, have a
great life etc etc ...  One last movie with her and
one last make-out with her...torture!  There is always
the possibility I'll run into Myers while I'm picking
Pattie up which could be good or bad.... he did hide
from me last time so who knows.  No idea what to
expect from that hot tamale from one time I see him to
the next.  It's not dull around him, I'll tell ya
that.

Pattie answers the door wearing a bathrobe with her
hair still in these big rollers and no make-up on yet.
 "Oh Oliver, why are you always on time?  I'm way
behind as usual, but Myers needs your help anyway so
I'll finish getting ready while you help him move some
stuff in the basement.  OK, cutey?" and then she made
some kind of a face that I think she thought was sexy,
but I couldn't be sure so I did my pretend cough and
kind of squinted my eyes.  I can't read girls at all.
Off she goes wiggling her ass like maybe she has a
cramp in one of her buttocks. I didn't look longer
than a half a second.....maybe less.

I head downstairs wondering what this little prick,
Myers,  has conjured up for me this time.  "Myers,
what do we have to move?" I called out on the way
down.  "Over here, Oliver", I hear him say from the
other side of the furnace room.  Over there is a
finished recreation room and Myers is in the half bath
washing his hands.  "You going to call me any more
names, Myers?" I asked him in a half-joking way.  "No,
I'm real sorry about that, Oliver.  I didn't mean any
of those things.  How was the bachelor party?"  We
made small talk for a minute as he dried his hands and
Myers seemed the nicest he's ever been with me.

Looking in the mirror he messed with his short hair
for a second and said, "look at this".  Stepping into
the small bathroom and looking around I say, "Look at
what?"  Myers takes each of my hands in his and holds
hands with me while he says, "I'm not wearing any
make-up, Oliver, just like you told me."  I
thought...oh, shit...I said, "That's nice, you're a
hot looking dude, Myers, so ya don't need ladies stuff
on your face.  I squeezed back a little with both my
hands which Myers, for some reason, continued to hold
onto.

Myers said,  "Would you do me real quick in here?  I'm
sorry I was such a jackass the last time I saw you."
My breath caught and all I could do at the moment was
another one of my world famous fake coughs.  He caught
be off guard again.   I was thrown-off because I love
holding hands with a boy.  It's something I've always
felt was ultra daring and sexy, but how did Myers know
that ?  He pulled me to him and I smelled his teen BO
again.  I thought, "Fuck. That's sexy too!" and it
was.  Maybe I'm the only one on the planet who would
think so,  but I really do think Myer's BO is yummy
hot.  Other brands of BO need not apply, however....
it's just Myer's brand that for some reason turns me
on.

Myers let go of my hands and wrapped his arms around
me and laid the side of his face on my shoulder.  His
body odor enveloped me and without thinking I put my
arms around his neck to hug him back a little bit.  He
said, "You make me so hot, Oliver.  Nobody else
affects me like you do.  Why is that, do ya think?"  I
told him I had no fucking idea, but it was difficult
getting the words out because he had me so aroused I
felt dizzy.  Every move of his arms generated a puff
of his fresh teen boy BO and I realized I was rubbing
my cheek against the back of Myer's head in an
affectionate way.  He'd just gotten his back-to-school
haircut and it was real short, but a different style
than Frankies'.

"Please do me a quickie, Oliver."  he said again at
the same instant I was reminding myself that I'm
suppose to "take action" in situations like this.  I
hesitated only a second and said, "You have a condom?"
 He did.  Myers let go of me immediately and dropped
his nylon basketball shorts.  He had a real nice boner
sticking out of a dark patch of pubic hairs.  Thinking
of Christian and Frankie's shaved pubes and Pete's
buzzed ones I thought how I'd like to buzz Myer's bush
off.  I liked that look now and I'm going to do mine
too....or maybe get Alexander to do mine.

"You better take off those cargo shorts, Oliver, or
you'll get lube on them.  I just finished filling my
bum hole with the stuff.  The rubber's right there on
the sink."  I wondered what the fuck ?  Pete filled
his hole with lube in anticipation of me fucking him
and now Myers does the same thing.  Must be a manual
somewhere for sixteen year old who want to get fucked.
 Myers must have been pretty sure I'd come across, but
what could I do?  I was panting by now.  As suggested
I took off my cargo shorts and my jockey underwear.
Myers turned around and bent forward a little saying,
"I can't wait to feel you inside me, Oliver."

I told him to take off his T shirt too,  He
immediately pulled it over his head and now I could
really smell those arm pits.  It was close to a
sickeningly sweet smell, very strong, but I thought it
was hot.  My cock was wicked hard.  Condom in place I
pushed my cock between Myer's buttocks cheeks looking
for his hole.  Myers is chubby all around with baby
fat.   His ass is chubby too, but firm.  I didn't mind
it at all,  but lets face it....it was a different
feeling pushing my cock into two inches of crack
before coming to his hole.  I found it though and
humped the head of my cock passed his sphincter muscle
and continued right on up his hole until my pubes were
squeezed tight against that chubby, firm ass of his.
Felt good.  I was holding his baby fat waist tight....
squeezing the baby fat in my fists.  There wasn't much
of it really, I'm exaggerating.  He's got a nice body.
 Myers grunted and then moaned.

After waiting a few seconds while my boner was all the
way up inside Myers, I started pulling back slowly and
Myers let out a long breath.  He'd been holding his
breath for the initial pain of insertion, but he was
fine now. The earlier grunt and moan had slipped out
of his held breath.  Now he could talk, "Holy shit,
Oliver.  Your dick feels good inside me."  I put my
arms around his bare chest and pulled him up straight,
his back against my chest.  I wanted more of his
earthy smell.  Without thinking,  I started giving him
a hickey on the side of his neck as I was lazily
humping in and out of his hole.  He squirmed and then
moaned again as I sucked and tongued the same spot on
his neck repeatedly.   Myers continued his moaning and
began pushing his chubby ass back into me with each of
my humps.  I never stopped the hickey activity the
entire fuck.  I wanted to eat him up.

Myers began to whimper and to moan my name
repeatedly....all very quietly.  His head lulled back
against my face and his dark, short     hair, which
needed a good shampoo,  added to the erotic boy BO
smell and I knew it was indeed going to be a
"quickie".  Myers asked for a quickie, but I don't
believe he had this quick in mind... I was getting
ready to blow my load already.  He'd begun a fairly
fast jerk-off on himself as soon as I started with the
hickey.

His reflection in the mirror showed a sexy looking
youngster with his eyes closed, licking his puffy
lips....  in ecstasy.  He is one sexy kid is all I can
say.  I didn't think that about Pete, that he was
super sexy, I mean..... although I love the cute
little fellow.   Myers, on the other hand,  has always
struck me as sexy, sexy, sexy.  In less than five
minutes I fired off in that condom and right after
that Myers splattered the mirror with his cum, a big
splat with a lot of spray.  Then another shot along
with a strained squeal from Myers.  The BO was so
heavy by then I could almost see it floating around
us.

For a few seconds I thought I'd forgotten how to
breath.  My climax was so drastic everything went
black during the five cum shots.  Fuck! that was
awesome.  I stopped sucking his neck when I filled up
that condom with cum.  I couldn't help but think I'd
never seen a bigger hickey on anybody's neck then this
one I'd just given Myers.  He was oblivious of the
hickey, but ecstatic about his climax and he wouldn't
stop stroking himself.  He said he'd rarely cum that
hard.  He'd shot a hell of a lot of cum on that
mirror... I'll give him that.

He finally had enough of his own hand-job and he wet a
hand towel in the sink with some warm water while I
slipped off the condom and flushed it down the toilet.
 Myers began washing my crotch area with the damp warm
towel.   Cleaning me with one hand while he used
toilet paper to wipe at the lube leaking out of his
hole with the other.  He was still breathing hard, but
getting it together OK.   I thought it was nice of him
to be concerned about cleaning me up too.  I asked,
"You like shaved pubes, Myers?"  He said they were
wicked hot, but he couldn't do his because he had to
take showers in gym class.  When he had me all cleaned
up he mumbled, "Oh, thank you for the quickie, Oliver.
 That was better than I thought it could be.  You turn
me on more than any boy I've ever met, so far."  He
peeked a look in my eyes reflected in the mirror and I
said, "Yeah, you too stud."

Jeez, I thought.  I'm not going to break up with
Pattie after all.  Lot of holiday breaks in college,
we can do the long distant deal and I'll have a
legitimate excuse to see Myers some more.  He said,
"You better get dressed, Oliver...... you look all
flushed.  Put some cold water on your face or maybe
you can just tell Pattie you're flushed and disheveled
because of the heavy stuff we lifted.... if you want
to. I'll back you up."  The kid was looking out for my
welfare.  Sweet!

He was being so nice, it was totally unlike Myers and
I double-checked to be sure it wasn't Myer's good twin
or something.   I must admit I was liking this version
of Myers quite a bit now.  I looked at his concerned
face and his sexy lips, which were slightly
parted..... a string of his saliva attached from the
top lip to a bottom tooth.  I moved my head down to
him and he tilted his a little for a kiss.  Oh my God,
what a hot kisser he is.

His tongue reminded me of Christian's who has a great
tongue, second only to Frankie who has the best pink
tongue I've ever tasted or felt.  Myers made a quiet
pleasure sound as we kissed and then he reached up and
wrapped his arms around my neck and held on tight.
His boy BO was so strong now I felt I might cum again.
 It's an aphrodisiac to me.   Jeez, that kid just
rings all my my bells.  Damn, he's hot.  What a great
mouth he has too.

Myers finally broke the kiss.  My cock was hard again
and I asked him, barely able to spit it out,  if he
had another condom.  He said, "Not down here I
don't"...and still looking out for my interest he
says, " You need to get dressed anyway and get up
stairs.  Pattie must be ready by now.  We don't want
that silly snatch coming down here and catching us."
I shook my head to try and clear it and of course I
had to agree with Myers.  Holy shit, he's the sensible
one now.

We both got dressed and Myers said, "One more kiss?"
I couldn't resist.  He's simply too sexy for
me....it's all  subconscious attraction I guess, but
it don't change the fact that I get stupid around
Myers.  Is it as simple as his BO?  I don't believe
so.  Something about his looks too.  I read a book in
the school library once titled "The History Of Rock n
Roll" and there was an early picture of Elvis Presley
in there.  He had the same sexy look and especially
the same sexy lips that Myers has.  God, that guy died
something like forty years ago, but he was only twenty
years old in the picture and to me he was sex
personified.

Pattie was just coming downstairs when we were going
up.  I looked over at Myers wanting to thank him for
suggesting we needed to get dressed and all I could
see was that huge hickey on his neck.  I said, "Oops,
we'll be right up, Pattie.  Myers, help me find my
wallet.  I dropped it while moving that fucking pool
table." Pattie said, "Oliver...watch the language,
please."  She did go upstairs and when Myers and me
were back in the little half bath,  I pointed in the
mirror at the big hickey on his neck.  There were band
aids in the medicine cabinet and I put a wide one over
the hickey for him.  Myers looked at the hickey in awe
at first and for some reason he said, "I love it,
Oliver, thanks."

Damn, I wanted to get naked with him.  He obviously
hadn't bathed for a couple of days.  His face was a
little greasy and there was that BO and all, but I
wanted to roll around on a bed naked with this kid in
the worse way.  We had another kiss and I swear to God
I almost dropped a little cum in my jockeys.  That
sexy smell and all the other sexy things about Myers,
plus the very recent memory of fucking him.  "He
whispered, "Do you think we can ever do this again?" I
said, "Oh yeah."

I couldn't put it off any longer....had to leave Myers
and take Pattie to the movies.  Why is he so sexy and
she's so...not.  I made sure to put on a good show for
her after the movies.   I wanted to make sure she'd be
up for the long distant relationship.  She thought I
was so hot for her body by the time I was done.  For a
second there I was afraid she was going to get out of
her clothes and then it would have been all over for
me.  A female body is a huge turn-off and seeing it in
the flesh might cause me to lose my lunch.  At one
point she said, "Hold it right there you,  mister
horny boy, you.  We're going no further.  You got me
wet down there already."  I thought,  thank god she's
finally had enough.

Pattie is hot for me and constantly telling me how
cute and yummy I am and accusing me of seeing other
girls and so forth, but she won't "put out" for me
because we're not going steady like she wants to.
Guess how long it will be before I ask her to go
steady......no,  longer than that...even longer.  HA!
  However, she still wants to continue being my
girlfriend and we'll see each other on  college
holidays.  Hey, maybe I can become friends with her
little brother too.  And, let's see...maybe I'll play
the "big brother" for Myers and we can go on a field
trip together or something like that.  Oh yeah, I'm
sure we can.  Damn, that Myers.

I got home before midnight and there was a note that a
Frank Nerney had called and I should call him any time
before midnight.  I speed dialed right away and he
picked up on the first ring.  "Oliver?" he says.  I
say, "Why no, it's Will Swallows.  How they hanging
hottie."  Frankie was excited and tells me that he'd
heard earlier tonight that Fallon and his two muscle
men spent Thursday night in the hospital.  The father
of one of Frankie's cousins is a detective on the
police force and he was called in to investigate this
perverted case.

Two unknown guys attacked Fallon and his two asshole
muscle men, the same two muscle men who visited
Frankie as it turns out.  It was at the race track
when they were in the lavatory.  All of them got their
front teeth knocked down their throats.  The teeth
broke right off at the gum line, hit with a two inch
pipe.  No warning or nothing.  Frankie says there was
a few other broken bones from being beaten with that
pipe, but here's the most interesting thing.  Each of
them has a number of third degree burns caused by a
lit cigar or two.

Frankie said he hadn't told anyone but me about his
beating and cigar burning so it was awfully odd that
totally different tough guys used a cigar as a form of
punishment to Fallon.  I said, "Fucking weird
coincidence, huh?  Maybe Fallon's guys burned someone
else and that person is getting revenge.  Did ya ever
think of that?"  He was sincerely puzzled, but this
"other victim" concept seemed to give him pause.  I
didn't want to involve my brother in any way and
Frankie didn't have any need to know anyhow.

Even weirder...Frankie said Fallon called his house
yesterday morning and left a polite message on the
answering machine.  Frankie had still been in Wildwood
and Frankie's parents both work.  Fallon said in the
message that he had reconsidered the work Frankie had
already done for him over the past four months and
realized that Frankie and he were even.  Fallon said
thanks for all past efforts, but there  was no further
need of Frankie's services and it was extremely
unlikely there would be in the future either.  "What
do you think, Oliver?"  I said it seemed like Fallon
was carefully wording a message that meant he and you
had no reason to ever see each other again.  "He wants
you to stay the fuck away from him.  That's what it
sounds like to me.  Apparently he thinks you may have
turned loose the wolves on him somehow."

I told him further that I had to agree that it's an
unexpected bit of good luck and why not just follow
Fallon's wishes.  If any problem ever develops I got
the $2000, but if we don't have to give it to Fallon,
why should we.  I'll keep it on hand for a while and
if we don't need it I'll send it back to my brother.
Fallon's message hadn't been threatening in any way.
It seemed to me that he was afraid of Frankie now, if
anything.

Man, I could just picture Frankie on the other end of
the phone line listening to everything I'm saying
while trying to make sense of this fortuitous turn of
events.  I can just see him frowning and, in his heart
of hearts,  knowing this is too big of a coincidence,
but not being able to put it together.  He seemed calm
enough when we hung up though.

Common sense told me that Frankie was safe now even if
he didn't realize it yet himself.  Before hanging up
we'd made plans for me to drive up tomorrow, Sunday,
so we could spend some time together.   He's off to
college on Monday and so am I.  He said we had to talk
about "us"  and that he'd fill me in on the Darleen
situation as well.  After we said good night I went
directly to my bedroom and had a nice jerk-off
thinking about seeing Frankie tomorrow and thinking a
little bit that I could still smell Myers' BO on my
arm....I actually think I could.

I dragged out the climax to that jerk-off because it
felt so good, but finally a big shot of cum into my
cum sock and a great follow-up feeling from the
climax.  I'll never get tired of jerking-off.  I'd
gotten the idea for a cum sock to shoot off in  from
my favorite hot young writer of gay boy sex stories
that I read off the WWW.  It beats having my Mom
wonder what the stiff stuff on the towel is every day
....it beats cuming all over the walls and floors
too.....much neater.  Neatness counts, ya know.

Dad got me up early Sunday and we spent a tedious, and
basically unnecessary two hours going over the items,
forms, times, directions and other things that we'd
verified a couple of times already while getting ready
for the University trip.  He was much more nervous
about me going away to college than I was.  It had
been the same thing when Christian went to college a
number of years ago.  Dad finally felt comfortable and
after some orange juice I headed out for Frankie's
place...about an hour's drive.  With the top down and
beautiful weather I loved to drive..... listening to
hot music and thinking about all sorts of things that
made-up my life.

I used this hour's worth of driving to marvel at how
much my life has changed in the last year and
especially the last six months.  My confidence level
has spiked way up there as compared to a year ago.
Not quite from a "mouse" to a "lion", but I'm no mouse
anymore either.  Christobal got me started on this
wonderful roll I've been on.... sex-wise.  I'll never
forget us dancing together and then the next night,
my first gay sex.  He made it so special that I
thought I was in love.  Oh boy, I was naive back then
and I guess I still am in some ways..... but, not in
all the ways I use to be.

There is no denying that I give off some sort of
signal that I'm a gay boy to some gay guys.  And, I
must be attractive enough to them that they approach
me and, ya know...I'm glad of that because I still
haven't been the one to initiate a single relationship
with a boy.  Or a girl either, for that matter.  My
one and only girlfriend, Pattie,  came on to me and
invited me to go on that first date.  Every
relationship I've ever had of any kind was initiated
by the other party......except that thing with my next
door neighbor, Edward, when I was fifteen.  According
to my brother I trailed after Edward nagging him to
"do me".  The way Myers does to me now.   Hmmmm, I
never looked at all that stuff from this perspective
before.  Of course it's interesting, but as usual I
have no idea what it all means.

I do know that once I'm invited into a relationship I
have at times been the initiator at moving the
relationship along to higher levels of activities...so
ta speak.  But I guess I just don't have enough
confidence in myself yet to approach someone.  This
made me think of that hot Mike Sullivan from Wildwood,
he sure doesn't have any lack of confidence. Damn, I'm
still disappointed in myself that I didn't follow
through that day with him.... through to his
conclusion, I mean.  Now I'll never know what that
conclusion would have been.

Thinking these things took most of my concentration,
but I still paid just enough attention to the road
signs to make it off on Frankie's exit.  I figured
that that's enough musings about the boys in my life
anyway.  I'll concentrate on the main one ...Frankie
Nerney.

Frankie told me last night that his parents go to an
11am church service on Sundays and then they always go
out to lunch.  Frankie said for me to get there at
eleven and we'd have a couple hours to sort things
out.  I didn't like the sound of that "sort things
out" comment, but I'm trying to stay optimistic and
not look for things that "could" go wrong in my life.
I knew Frankie would be in his back yard and after my
last visit I now know the way around the tall hedges
to the secret back yard entrance.

At 11am I broke through the hedges.  Frankie was
looking away and didn't know I was there.  He was
wearing only a pair of old flimsy pajamas that were
now too small for him.... and flip flops on his feet.
The shirt portion of the pajamas was unbuttoned all
the way down and hung open on Frankie like a long
sleeved vest.  His pink skinny hairless chest and his
pink flat hairless belly made my mouth water.  I
wanted to lick him there.  I wasn't dressed much
better than Frankie.  My boardies were a cheap nylon
material, with a mesh jock so I didn't have on
undies...naughty boy.  The damn boardies were way too
big for me and hung precariously off my skinny hips.
Sandals, as usual, on my feet and a thin cotton,
sleeveless T covered my upper bod. I was fairly close
to being naked actually.

Frankie was holding the sports section of the Sunday
newspaper up with one hand, reading it.....his other
hand was groping his crotch on the inside of his faded
blue PJs.  For some reason he was standing next to a
small lawn chair that was one of four around a table
with an open umbrella over it.  Odd because Frankie
never stood if there was a sit-down option.  Hmmm?.
On the table next to his eye glasses was an empty
plate and a half full glass of orange juice.  Biting
my lower lip, I stared at him for a minute ...couldn't
help myself.

There's something slightly magical about Frankie.  Or
is it that he's too perfect, maybe.  I quietly walked
up behind him and was going to scare him but, at the
last second I didn't.  He might think it's Fallon's
men or something and faint.  I did a quiet version of
my fake cough and he turned around with that smile
that gives me a boner.  "I didn't hear you, Oliver."
Frankie pulled his hand out of his PJs and gave me his
hug, the one he gives everyone it seems.

I'd like to get Frankie and the North twins in a
hugging contest.  Naturally, in the contest I'm
thinking of, I would be the object of their hugging
and  they'd all have a half hour each to see who could
hug me the best.  They'd be some kind of prize to the
winner, of course.  Something to do with kissing I
would think.  Not a bad idea......details to be
worked-out, of course....HA!

After getting off the highway at Frankie's exit, I'd
stopped and got us both dunkin donuts iced coffees and
bagels with cream cheese.  "Yum", said Frankie.  He's
always hungry.   We set the food on the umbrella table
and sat down.  The only other lawn furniture in his
back yard was that chaise lounge with the soft looking
cushions that Frankie had been laying on the other
time I was here.    I spread some cream cheese from
the little take-out container on a half a bagel and
asked Frankie about his injuries and was happy to hear
they were pretty much healed.

Other small talk ensued.  He wanted to know all about
my Seattle trip.  I kept the details involving
Christian vague and concentrated on the first class
airplane trip and the limo rides.  Some about the
young and cute Tony too.  Then I told a couple of
jokes I remembered Rocky telling us guys the week
Frankie was out.   Frankie laughed some, but something
was "up" again, he wasn't acting like his old self.
God damnit!  I thought we had gotten all Frankie's
troubles taken care of by now.

After fifteen minutes, in a flat tone of voice, he
said, "You'll never guess what."  I looked at him and
raised my eyebrows and nodded my head for him to go
on.  He told me that the third day of their Wildwood
vacation Darleen told him she wanted to have a talk
with him.  She'd beat him to it, he said.  Darleen
told him she'd noticed that he didn't seem to feel the
way about her that he use to and what's up with that?
For once, Frankie, to his credit,  didn't back-down
from her comment.  He told her that she was right,
he'd lost that "loving feeling".  After giving him a
nasty look that made him turn away and blush she said
that if he had lost the loving feeling then so had
she.  I thought "Oh my God,  she's such a fucking
loser", but I didn't mention that to Frankie.  Instead
I concentrated on not smiling or worse, laughing out
loud.

I was so happy for Frankie,  but he seemed kind of
melancholy about it.  That's just like him though to
feel sorry for her.  He somehow felt he'd let Darleen
down and when he told me she said to him that he
started changing when that "know-it-all Oliver" showed
up I felt a little pissed off at first, but then I
felt proud of myself.  I didn't say anything to
Frankie about that though.  I just did my little
encouraging head nod and listened.  Frankie said she
felt I was a bad influence on him and I was probably
the reason Frankie had lost interest in her, but she
didn't see what there was to do about it now......
what was done was done.  I thought, "what a cunt!"...
this did not get mentioned to Frankie either.

Apparently Darleen had  finalized her "talk" by saying
that Frankie and her were free to date others now.
They were no longer going steady.  I wanted to give an
encouraging message to Darleen, something in the area
of , "Good fucking luck finding someone to take your
fat bossy ass out, ya bitch".  That thought was also
kept to myself.

Frankie said she had turned away and cried after her
talk with him and he felt real bad, but didn't know
what to do.  Naturally her parents were cool toward
Frankie from then on, but what could they do.  They
didn't known the kids would be breaking-up when they'd
invited Frankie to go with them to Wildwood.  "Awkward
situation", I said.  Maybe I should have been more
understanding, but she had used Frankie for years...
for one thing she'd put a major guilt trip on his head
in order to keep him thinking how and what she wanted
him thinking.  I had no sympathy for her at all.

I tried to give Frankie a hug, but he pulled away.
"That's another thing, Oliver.  I want to be best
friends with you, but god damnit, I don't want to be
gay.  I told ya that before, dude.  Christ!  Can't we
just be best friends without being gay too? "  I
didn't say anything because I wanted him to talk
himself out.  He's too smart to really believe you can
be, or not be,  gay just because that's what you want
at the moment.  He took a long pull on his iced
coffee's straw and then said.  "I think that's what
Darleen was implying.  That you and me are gay.  I
don't want people saying that about me.  She might
spread it all over the West Chester University campus.
  I know a lot of guys there.  None of us are gay, for
fuck sake!" He was all worked-up, but I still didn't
say anything.

Frankie drank more iced coffee and then I heard that
slurping sound when only ice is left.  Very annoying.
He slurped again.  I did my fake cough to hide my
irritation and then we were both quiet.  He wouldn't
look at me.  I waited. After a minute I heard an
exaggerated version of that god damn slurping sound
again and I reached over abruptly to pull the plastic
cup out of Frankie's reach.  I heard a giggle and when
I looked up he was staring at me with a wry grin on
his face with the straw in his mouth ready to do it
again..

I gave him my  pretend pissed-off look on and he said,
"Can't we just be spit-swapping best buddies, Oliver.
We're like brothers, man.  We don't have to be gay.
Do we?"  He was trying to lighten the moment and,
fuck, he is so cute.... beautiful actually.   I said,
"Maybe we don't, but let me tell you some things you
apparently don't know.  Come on over to the lounge
chair with me, it's plenty big enough for both of us.
No gay stuff, don't be scared Frankie.  Come on now,
dude."

Frankie wanted to make-up and he wanted us to stay
best buds, I knew that and I knew he'd give in and
sit/lay with me on the lounge chair.... which he
reluctantly did.  We weren't touching, but I was sort
of on my side looking at him while I talked.  He
listened looking straight ahead with a neutral look on
his face.  I said,   "Ya know very well I'm gay cause
I told ya so myself.  That doesn't mean you are or
that you have to be...you are the only one who knows
about that for sure.'

I inched in a little closer to his pajama-clad,
skinny, tight body.  Close enough to smell his
'Frankie odor' and say,  " But, there are reasons I
like being gay and here's one of them.  Being gay I
get to admire your bright red hair..... openly.  I get
to tell you that each strain is like a short, thin
piece of silk.  And I can stare at your head and see
millions of them packed together on your scalp."

Looking at me from the corners of his eyes, Frankie
gave me a smart ass smirk.  I ignored it,  then.....
running my fingers back and forth over the top of his
flat-top fade haircut I said,  "Your hair feels like
soft, thick,  velvet.  It looks so cool on you.  I
love to feel down at your neck where it feels like
sandpaper and up further on the back of your head it
gets a tiny bit longer and then a little longer and
softer and softer and velvet on the top.  This haircut
is perfect for a cute boy like you, Frankie.  It makes
you look like you're fifteen and it makes me want to
do this."  With that I slid my right arm under his
neck and pulled his head next to mine.  Frankie rolled
his eyes to the side again giving me a quizzical look
and I said, "It's fine, Frankie.  It's only me."

I put my face against the side of his face and said,
"See, as a gay boy I get to say things like that about
you, that comment, "your haircut is perfect for a cute
boy like you".  It would be quite unusual to hear that
from a straight boy."  Frankie did the eye roll again
and smirked a smile.  He knew I was being goofy.  We'd
been goofy with each other many times and I could feel
his body relax against me.  I didn't actually have a
plan, I just wanted some bodily contact with him and I
wanted him to get away from putting his foot down on
the gay matter so hard he couldn't ever back off from
it.

His pajama top wasn't buttoned and his whole front
torso was exposed so I lightly touched his chest with
the fingers of my left hand as I said, "See here
Frankie, this is another thing a straight boy would
rarely do."  With that I massaged his nipples one by
one and then rubbed lightly down to his right hip,
just above his crotch area.  Then gently tickled
across his belly below his belly button.   Hesitating
for a second...I could feel Frankie hold his breath...
and then I pushed my hand under his PJ's waist band
and rubbing around his pubic patch.  It was bristly as
it grew in after being shaved for his operation.
That's probably why he'd been groping down there when
I arrived...it itched.

Frankie's dick was semi-hard.  Massaging around there
I said, "I'm only doing this to help you with the
scratchy, itchy feeling. It's the sort of considerate
thing a best "gay" bud would do for you.  That's
another benefit you have right there...me being gay
and your best friend too.  It's a bonus really.  Ya
think a straight best bud would help you out like
this?  No fucking way...they're too busy thinking
about themselves and of course they're into those
female twat things too... you know."  As I massaged
around his dick and nuts Frankie sucked his lips
against his front teeth and took in a long breath.  I
kissed the side of his forehead and took in a long
breath of my own, smelling Frankie.  My dick was
semi-hard too.

As I continued to rub his scratchy pubic patch and
occasionally squeeze his nuts lightly, I kissed him
again lower on his face near his nose and then on his
lips.  Frankie gasped and opened his mouth and we did
a long, slow, deep,  French kiss.  We were off to the
races then.... The two of us knew what we liked and it
might seem messy to a lot of guys, but we liked the
clear, bubbly saliva.  We smeared it all around our
mouths and then began spreading it out, mixing our
saliva together until our faces were slippery and we'd
rub our noses back and forth against each other for a
solid minute .....our tongues out so each pass allowed
our tongues to press and lick together.  We began
grunting with the effort  of getting each other hotter
and hotter and our cocks harder and harder.  Both of
us had rock hard cocks now.  I know that because I
could feel mine and I had Frankies' in my fist.

Frankie had put his arm around my neck and was holding
on for dear life as we kissed and licked each other's
face.  We were rustling around on the chaise lounge
too and along the way my baggy boardies slipped past
my skinny hips.  I took my hand off Frankie's boner
and reached back to help my left leg get out off the
boardies.  It wasn't difficult and now I was naked
from the waist down.  My boardies were bunched on the
calf of my right leg.  We were breathing hard with
just the sides of our faces pressed tightly together,
my arm around Frankie's neck and his arm around mine.
Deep breathing, hearts pounding, sweat dripping....
mixing with our spit.  It was lovely, sexy too.......

Catching my breath I swung my left leg over Frankie's
hips, straddling him.   I sat down on his belly with
my bare ass on his stomach just in front of the head
of his dripping boner.  My thighs sitting down on my
ankles and my T shirt clad chest laying on his bare
chest.  I reached under to adjust my boner which was
squeezed between us, just below Frankie's nipples.
Our faces together again.  Frankie's voice was
strained, he said..."I can barely breath, Oliver.
Don't move though, it's not you sitting on me...I like
that.  It's that I get so excited when we do our spit
swapping my breathing gets fucked-up.  Give me a
minute." I could use a minute myself because now I did
know what I was going to do.

When Frankie started playing with the hair on the back
of my head I knew he had his breathing back under
control so I picked my head up off his chest and we
kissed eagerly and held our lips together and sucked
and lapped each others tongue. Oh how wonderful it
feels....  precum rolled out of my cock.  I reached
behind and positioned Frankie's wet cock head at my
hole and held it there by pushing back on it slightly.
 Frankie goes, "No, Oliver...don't."   With the side
of my forehead against Frankie's cheek, it was so
intimate I pushed back on his boner some more and it
slowly opened my hole and then the wet, throbbing head
of his cock popped inside me and we both said, "Ohhhhh
 Ahh".  I didn't move for thirty seconds or so getting
use to it there.  Frankie said, "Don't Oliver, don't"

Biting my lip, then licking my lip and finally I could
speak, I said, "Please Frankie.....I love you."  I
could feel him moving his head back and forth, his
chin moved against my forehead.  His cock had slipped
at least two inches up my hole just from the natural
lubes in my hole.  Frankie said, "Oh my God...oh oh"
and he couldn't stop himself from humping his hips and
driving his boner up another two inches.  He went,
"Aggg Oh fuck!'  and he humped it inside me the full
seven inches, maybe a little more by now.  I felt the
sperm mixing around in my balls and the head of my
boner expanding.

I pulled off his boner almost all the way before
sitting back on it and Frankie again said, "Oh my god"
...he wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders and
holding me motionless against him he fucked me in a
furious way.  Long humping strokes up inside me as
fast as he could hump his hips in and out of my
sweaty, slippery hole.  Hump after hump and grunt
after grunt until my sperm exploded out of my nuts and
up my cock to spew out between our bodies....soaking
another of my T shirts.  Frankie followed with a
shrill sound and dug his fingernails into my shoulders
as I felt the sharp stab of his fired cum shot inside
me.  I could tell he had a number of follow-up shot
from the way he humped into me, but I only felt the
first one.  I felt the wetness though.  Frankie's
teenage cum rolled down from my ass and flowed on down
my thighs.

Simply an explosion of sensation all around my groin,
thigh and belly...too many really, I could recognize
some of them from past climaxes, but not all of them.
Frankie continued to pump my hole until his soft cock
slipped out smearing more cum on my ass and thighs.
We breathed heavily for a while and I began to worry.
He had said "No!".

When he didn't say anything after his cum shots I
thought I better,  so I said, "I'm sorry, Frankie.  I
heard you say no, but I couldn't stop myself."  To my
amazement Frankie kissed the side of my face and told
me he'd only said "no" because he wasn't positive he
was 100% clean.  Fallon had made Frankie participate
in "things" with him and Frankie was almost positive
Fallon always used protection, although he wasn't 100%
sure.  He hadn't wanted to take the chance of
infecting me with something.

When I started to ask what sort of things , Frankie
said to drop the subject.  Then he said, "Why didn't
ya tell me you wanted me to fuck you?  I'll give you a
good fucking when you need it.  Better me than some
pervert off the street.  Humping you don't make be any
more gay than letting you suck me off did.  I'm doing
the "guy" stuff and you're doing the...the other part.
  As you said, Oliver, you're gay.  I sort of expect
you to want gay things, not actually being a girl, I
don't mean that ...but, you know, playing that part.
The gay part.   I don't do the gay stuff.  That's all.
 I'm a straight guy.  Even so, I do know something
about it.  Not by choice I can assure you."

There were so many things wrong with his thinking that
I wouldn't know where to start, but did he say he
would fuck me if I needed that?  Hot shit.  We can
deal with his fucked-up logic another time.  Darleen
is out of the picture and Frankie and I are still best
buddies...me gay and he not, or so he thinks. ....and
he has rationalized that him fucking me doesn't make
him gay.  Fine, Ok, good enough for right now and much
better than I'd have dreamed possible a half hour ago.

We lay together on the chaise lounge for quite some
time talking and making plans for getting together at
our respective schools.  Frankie's cum had dried
around my hole and down both sides of my thighs.  It
felt stiff there...and, I liked it because it came
from him.  My cum was still damp on my T shirt which
didn't feel fine, but who's complaining.  Not me.
Frankie told me he'd never swap spit with another boy
and he never did it with Darleen either.  He felt his
lack of hetero sex with Darleen was a primary reason
he fell into the spit swapping sessions with me and
the other things that occasionally happened between us
too.

I noticed that since Frankie had gotten the premise
across that he's the guy and I'm the "not a girl, but
in sorta the role of the girl", he was acting kind of
a bit superior or maybe I was imagining it.  He was
definitely condescending in saying things like he
couldn't ask for a better best friend and he felt that
the fact I was gay maybe was a bonus.... even if I was
only joking about that earlier. I shouldn't think of
myself as a second class citizen in our relationship.
He said, of course he get's to have intercourse with
me.... to fuck me,  whenever he gets the urge, but
what the hell,  he'll be servicing my needs at the
same time.  So, even though he, Frankie, was the lead,
 I played an important part in our friendship too.  I
shouldn't put myself down.  I'm looking at him
strangely, pretty sure by now that he's doing one of
his BS routines.

He said he felt the arrangement was a convenient one
for both of us.  He'd expect certain things from me as
we went along obviously, but I shouldn't worry myself
about them now.  He'd take care of them when he felt I
needed it.  Frowning, I checked him a few more times
hardly believing his attitude.  And then finally I
caught his suppressed grin.  I knew it, he was
breaking my balls again like we love to do with each
other.  Frankie's good at it because he is convincing
at first and makes me believe him for a while...then
he keeps embellishing the premise, whatever he's BSing
about, until it's get so outlandish I finally "get it"
and catch on that he's teasing.

Frankie went on and on as I lay first on top of him
and then tight next to him.  Now that I knew he didn't
believe all that crap he was saying I was having the
best time.  I loved him so much it was silly.  He
talked about how much he loved girls and this and
that...I just nodded my head and smelled his smell and
occasionally stroked my cock.  Frankie didn't appear
to mind me being practically naked until we heard a
car door slam.  "Oh fuck, Oliver, they're back.  Shit,
 time really flies, don't it?"  I got my pants back on
as Frankie headed in to say "hi".  It started to hit
me then.....after more than two months of mostly
seeing Frankie five or six days a week, for eight
hours or more hours a day,  now I was only going to
get to see him once in a while...for a few hours if
I'm lucky.  When I say goodbye to him today,  that's
it for at least two weeks, maybe longer.

He came back with a couple of Snapples and we drank
them in the garage smoking a cigarette together.  He
sadly told me he had to go with his folks visiting his
grand parent in less than an hour.  I said, "I'm going
to miss you something terrible, Frankie."  He said,
"Me too."  I mumbled, "Would you do your gay best
friend who is playing the girl part another favor and
fuck me one more time?"  Frankie said, "You broads are
all alike.  It's easy for you.... you don't have to do
anything but lay there.  Us macho males have to get
hard ons and such.  OK get your twat over to that
table."

He got going with a lot more of that theme and we had
one of our laugh-a-thons.  Laughing so hard we
couldn't catch our breath to breathe.  We ended up in
a mad make-out and Frankie did finally fuck me till we
both blew another cum load.  Mine on myself, Frankie's
up inside my hole.  I held onto him when we were all
climaxed out and felt my eyes tearing up.  I didn't
know I could love somebody this much.  He held onto me
too and rocked slowly back and forth.  Frankie had my
head wrapped up in his arms and he mumbled something
into the top of my head.  I'm pretty sure it was "I
love you too, Oliver" but I'm guessing....hoping
actually.

I did hear him say, "I got to go Oliver.  Are you
alright?" I guess I was crying pretty good by then, I
have a history of that sort of thing.  I wiped my eyes
with the back of my arm and said, "Sorry bout that."
he said, "It's OK.  I feel like crying too".  He
reached out and touched my arm and started to say
something, but he shook his head and ran out of the
garage, right into his house.  I waited a few minutes
and then went through the hedges to my car.

Driving home I tried to sort it all out, but we had
mixed in so much joking around in between the serious
talk it was hard to know what was what.  Since the
first day I met Frankie right up till today I'm only
sure of one thing...how I feel about him.  Most
everything else is up for grabs day to day.  Maybe
he's wicked conflicted or maybe he's having a big
battle internally about who he is or who he wants to
be.  I don't imagine it's all that unusual.  I'm glad
I never had a doubt about myself.  Makes it easier.
It one of the few things in life I got right.

Tomorrow I begin college at last.  Getting off to a
good start is #1...most important....#2 is connecting
with Frankie to plan our schedule...#3 is connecting
with Cristobal and see if the fire still burns there,
I surely hope so.  Even if only as friends, hopefully
more...#4 is call Alexander, I'm really anxious to
have some playtime with him.  I miss him and I really
liked fucking his hot light brown bum...A Lot!  ...#5
is to see what is up with the beautiful twins, Noah
and Nathan North.  Damn they were fun in
Wildwood...#6..see what new adventure I can have and
maybe #7...I sure would like to run into Ryjohn again.
 God!  Did he make me hard!

Sounds like fun in Philly!  Ready or not, here I
cum!!!

to be continued....Oliver At College...the Roommate


Donny Mumford       thinat20@yahoo.com