Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2012 08:07:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES  Chapter 13 (The Roommate II)       by Donny Mumford

			    OLIVER'S ADVENTURES

		       Chapter 13  (The Roommate II)

			     by Donny Mumford


Listening to my iPod, I'm checking my email.  Joey, my roommate, is being
well taken care of by his gymnast teammates so I'm enjoying some free-time.
First, my parent's email.  No surprises there. They got home fine and
hoping I had a good first day. They're probably thinking back to my first
day in high school, which was a nightmare, and they've got their fingers
crossed that things are going well for me here.  I reply, 'Things are going
great for me so far, thanks!', then give an outline of my responsibility as
my roommate's care giver, but make it seems simper than it actually is so
they won't worry. Next is Alexander's email which, unfortunately, continues
to reflect the same tone of his recent ones.  Friendly, but not like, I
can't wait to see you, Oliver.  Not like that.  It appears Alexander, like
Cris, is less excited about seeing me then I am about seeing him.  It's not
like he says he doesn't want to see me, he actually says just the opposite,
but it doesn't seem like he's excited about it.  Alexander makes it all
sound like we're arranging an appointment for a job interview or something.
Very business-like.  He doesn't have a free weekend in September, but says,
'October is looking good'. Hopefully he can fit me in some time in October.
Maybe I need to rethink my feelings for Alexander.  Right now my feelings
about him are this: I really, really want to see him.  I can't help
thinking about all the hugging and kissing that we did together.  His body
feels good, and he smells good too, and I love how he taste.  All that
hugging and kissing started right after he sucked me off that first time.
And that was right after he'd given me my hot haircut and I haven't had a
haircut since.  For me haircuts are a low priority item normally, but
Alexander makes getting a haircut more like an event.  It's hot because
he's hot! I want to lay on his bare back and fuck him for at least an hour
and then we'll hug and cuddle some, and later I'll do him doggy style and
then we can hug and kiss some more after that...haha.  In other words,
reenact what we did last summer; this isn't rocket science, I want to have
sex with him, that's all.  He turns me on.  I know I don't love him, but I
like him a lot.  We had fun with the sex for sure, but a lot of other kinds
of fun too; just hanging out together was fun.

Those are the sort of things I think about when I'm thinking about
Alexander.  When Alexander is thinking about me it might be more like a big
yawner to him. Like I mentioned, I need to think hard about Alexander and
I'll have the rest of the month to do just that because Alexander's email
goes, 'I'm overwhelmed with stuff for the rest of this month, Oliver. Let's
shoot for sometime in October. That might work'. That puts me in a bit of a
bad mood. So, getting up from my desk I switch my ipod to 'The Frey' and
decide I need to get away from disappointing emails for awhile. I go
downstairs and buy a coke from the dorm's vending machine.  There are all
sorts of snacks and soft drinks available from machines down in the
finished basement of this huge old home that long ago was converted into a
college dormitory.  The room next to the vending machine room is the
laundromat, which is convenient, but don't forget your wallet because it's
pricey. By the time I get back to the room with my peanut butter crackers
and my Coke I'm in a funk. How come I get so over the top attached to boys
and they don't get the same way about me? I can't pretend to myself I'm not
hurt that Cristobal could so easily blow me off, and that now Alexander is
acting a lot less than thrilled about me visiting him.  Those kinds of
things hurt my feelings.  Alexander tells me his barbershop is doing great
business, but he doesn't mention anything about having a boyfriend, so why
isn't he excited about seeing me.  He was hot for me last summer.  Fuck!
This is putting me in a depressed frame of mind. Back at my lap top I
decide I'll keep my reply to Alexander upbeat.  I type, "Okay Alexander,
whenever, dude. Just so ya know though, I can't wait to see you and I need
a haircut bad so the sooner the better.  Just mention a date that works for
you and I'll make it work for me. Oliver.'  Hitting 'send' I sit back in my
desk chair trying to figure out my weird feelings at this moment.
Rejection sucks of course, but I think my weird feeling is partially caused
by that email that's sitting there blinking at me; the one from Frankie
that I'm purposely leaving for last because I never know what to expect
from him, and I'm afraid it will be bad news of some sort. I need good news
where Frankie's concerned because I have unbelievably strong feelings for
him. Feeling of need or infatuation or something that's strongly emotional
when it comes to Frankie; feelings I've decided to call love.

Maybe I still don't know what love is, but the way I feel about Frankie is
what I think love is. So, I'll check Frankie's email a little later, but
right now I'll see what the North twins have to say.  They always boost my
self esteem with their undying love and admiration for me. Haha, that may
be over-stating it a bit, but they do call me their other big brother and
they never have anything but positive things to say about me. They say they
love me and that sort of thing which makes me feel good.  They also claim
that I'm the big brother who pays attention to them.  Not like Alexander
who just wants to play golf with his buds and then, every so often, give
the twins haircuts and then it's, 'run along boys'. I most certainly would
never tell those two to 'run along boys'. I'd like to eat them.  Carbon
copy examples of all boy with perfect tight matching bodies and identical
faces so cute you'll walk into a telephone poll staring at them on the
street. I know what I'm talking about too because I've been looking at
every boy that passes my way for the last ten or twelve years now.  Nathan
and Noah, in many ways, are immature for being almost sixteen, but that's
because their parents have sheltered them and babied them all their lives.
They go to exclusive private schools so they can be together all day at
school, like they're together all the other times of their lives.  Those
two are inseparable which is fairly normal for identical twins, but the
North twins definitely take it a couple of steps further.

They've sent me quite a few emails since we went our separate ways last
summer after Wildwood. I'm still marveling at that fabulous happenstance of
renting our summer place next door to Alexander and his brothers.  Well,
right now I need someone to pump me up and these two are perfect for that
so I open their first email which starts-out, "Hi Oliver.  We miss you
something terrible and can't wait to see you.  The earliest time we can get
away from school will be during Thanksgiving break, but we want you to
drive up to St John's Prep to see us sooner than that!!  PLEASE!!."  It's
nice to be missed, but then they hit me over the head with this bit of
news.  'Noah want's me to tell you that we know you're gay, Oliver.  We've
known almost from the first day on the beach, but we don't care about
that. Why should we, our other big brother's been gay forever.  Hell, we've
started to curse, BTW.  Hell, we hooked-up with you every chance we got
last summer, so that proves we don't care about your gayness.' As I'm
reading their email I'm thinking, 'What next?'  The twin's email continues
with, 'Last summer Noah and I went back up to the house to find you when
you were late coming down to the beach.  Remember, you were later than
normal that first day after you met Alexander?  We told you then that we
almost came up to get you and you said, 'Oh, don't do that'.  Well, Noah
just knew you were up to something and we wanted to find out what it was,
so when you were late again the next day we went to investigate.  I didn't
want to spy on you at first, but Noah said to me, 'What if Oliver is in
some kind of trouble and needs our help?'  So, anyway, we snuck up and
looked in your bedroom window and saw you fucking, we say fuck a lot now
too; we saw you fucking Alexander.  We didn't have any problem with that
and so we didn't bother to bring it up to you until now."  I can't believe
what I was reading and I can't imagine where this is leading, but I need to
stop and get away from this email; get away from all these emails.  I go
for a walk smoking my Marlboro lights while trying not to think about
anything.  Thinking about nothing isn't possible for me though, and it
seems to me that every single plan I had for my first college year is going
up in smoke already.  I don't know about Frankie yet, but my premonition is
that it's not going to be good news. Cristobal is history and Alexander has
other things besides me on his mind.  And, the knowledge that the twins had
seen Alexander and me fucking is very disturbing.  My face gets hot and red
just from thinking about that.

Damn, I feel embarrassed just thinking about being with the twins on the
beach after having had sex with their brother, and the boys knowing I'd
just had sex with their brother, and they knew we were doing it every
frigging day too.  Jesus! Awkward doesn't do that situation justice, it's
way beyond awkward.  I feel like such a dick.  Outsmarted by the twins. And
how about all the hugging the twins and me did and all the ass and balls
grabbing in the ocean when all along they knew I was gay.  Damn, my face is
going to burst out in flames.  Outsmarted by the twins indeed.  How can I
face them, and I wonder if Alexander knows that the twins know? This sucks!
Smoking two quick cigarettes makes me feel a little sick to my stomach so I
head back to get an anti acid tablet and maybe finish reading Nathan's
email.  Maybe I've read all the bad stuff and something good develops as it
goes on.  What the hell, I got plenty of time because Joey won't be ready
to leave his gymnastic buds for an hour or so.  And, thinking about Joey, I
marvel at how ironic it is I initially thought I was having terrible luck
getting assigned to be his care giver, when it turns out instead that he's
the best thing that's happened to me so far at the university.  The things
I expected would be awesome are turning out to be big disappointments, and
what's the story with that Randy guy that I met through Joey?  Possibly
something hot might develop there before the semester is over. Feeling a
little more optimistic thinking about that Joey and Randy, I open the front
door of the dorm and run right into a kid coming out.  He knocks me up
against the door jam as he grunts, "Watch where you're going, asshole!"  My
automatic response is to say "I'm sorry", which I do but it doesn't
help. The other kid gets real pissed-off, and says, "You dumb shit, look at
this."  He's pointing at his polo shirt where a coffee stain is shining
wetly. I guess his coffee spilled on him when we collided. I go, "Oh man,
I'm really sorry.  I didn't see you coming out.  Ah, can I wash your shirt
for you, or something?"  This kid's big, in a squat kind of way.  Maybe an
inch shorter than me, with an extra eighty pounds on him.  Not some fat
slob though, it's hard fat with muscles.  A lot of real white skin showing
with big freckles on his face; on his bare arms too.  Dark red hair cut in
a military flat top with shaved sides.  Big face with pinkish eyes, and
he's breathing nosily through his nose making a wheezing sound with each
exhale, plus he never quite closes his mouth.  I get this feeling that he's
always looking for trouble because he's a familiar type from my high school
days.  We had tough farm boys types like this and they were always
bullies. This kid might have been a farm boy, but if he was he's a smart
farm boy because you don't get into the University of Pennsylvania unless
you're smart.

When I offer to wash his shirt he grabs a fist full of my T-shirt twisting
it as he pulls me roughly over to him, and snarls, "Are you trying to be a
wise ass, ya skinny punk?" breathing his bad breath in my face along with
an offensive spray of spittle.  "Na, no ,na I..that is.."  My stuttering is
the last straw for him I guess because he whacks me across the top of my
head with his fat, open hand. "Keep out of my way girlie-boy.  I do not
like fags!"  and then he shakes me which rips my t-shirt at the neck.  One
more smack across my forehead and he rips my tee almost off me, saying,
"We're even now ya little cunt."  Then a push up against the door jam again
and he walks away, saying over his shoulder, "Ya got me on a bad day kid,
but anyway now ya know; don't fuck around with me. You need to stay out of
my way!"  The door slams behind him. I get tears of rage in my eyes and a
thumping heart.  It's was so fucking unfair!  He didn't see me coming in
the door any more than I saw him coming out.  Plus, I said I was sorry even
thought we were both equally to blame.  He didn't care, instead he beats me
up because, well, because he can. This is turning out to be a horrible,
horrible start to my college career.  And, that fat bastard is in this
dormitory too, so I'm going to have to be on the lookout for him all the
time now. I feel like the girlie boy cunt he called me too because I hadn't
put up any kind of resistance.  At the least I could have verbally stood up
for myself except, after my terrible high school experience, I'm not used
to being confrontational. I got in the habit of being passive because that
served me well in high school.

I go in my room and lay down on, but I won't let myself cry, which is what
I feel like doing.  All my energy went into not crying and I don't.  A
small victory, but I feel so lonely and lost.  I want to go home, back to
my old room and during the day work on the loading dock with Frankie.  For
laughs Rocky could just be himself, which is funny enough even when he
isn't trying to be.  Frankie and me would eat each others lunch every day
and swap spit and get our wet boners bumping against one another.  Then
when Frankie is out sick or something little Pete can suck on my fingers
and then give me a rough fuck with his huge cock in the lavatory, or I'd
give him a good fucking when his hole isn't too sore. That's what I want to
do.  What I do instead is fall asleep. My cell phone wakes me.  It's Joey
wondering where I am.  He sounds like he's in an echo chamber; it's the
speaker phone mode he's forced to use because both his arms are in a
plaster casts, "No hurry though, Oliver.  Whenever you get here is fine.
It's so much fun watching these gymnast go through basic routines."  I ask,
"How did Randy look?"  Joey's like, "Randy?  Oh, the kid from lunch? I
don't think I saw him after we left you. I'm with just the freshman. How
you doing?"  I tell him I feel a little sick, nothing serious. Turning off
my lap top I head over to pick him up feeling better because Joey's a
bright spot for me.  I leave the rest of those depressing emails for later.
It nice knowing I'd be with Joey soon. Like I said, he's the best thing at
college by far.  I'll bet that boy needs another bath before bed too. That
perks me up as I play with myself on the way over I'm thinking there's a
chance I'm too obsessed with boys.  By the time I arrive at the gym I'm
feeling pretty good.

What a cute, warm smile I get from Joey when he sees me.  It's only a five
minutes walk back to our dorm which is a good thing because Joey has to pee
badly.  I jogged him back and almost spill him out of the wheelchair coming
off a curb too fast.  We get to laughing at that as Joey says, "Fuck,
Oliver, I'm going to pee my pants as it is.  Don't make me laugh."  It's
odd how comfortable we are with each other already.  In our bathroom I get
Joey on the toilet and hold his dick for him as he pees.  I need to bend
over to do that and I let my forehead rest on his shoulder.  He leans his
head against mine.  Neither of us says anything, and it's sweet. After his
pee he asks me to share a smoke, with him still sitting on the
toilet. We're not suppose to smoke in the rooms, but before I can mention
that, he says, "Run for the hills, Oliver. I've been holding this fart in
for two hours and I've got to do a dump too."  He doesn't have to tell me
twice.  At my desk I hear his long, loud motorboat fart followed by, "Ahhh,
ohhh yeah" as his doody plops into the toilet water.  Shortly I hear, "Get
in here now and wipe my ass, Oliver".  I do it, but his pretend way of
ordering me to do it gets us laughing again.  We're in silly moods, like
Frankie and me got into a lot, and I'm happy to be in this silly mood
rather than the gloomy mood I'd been in earlier.

Later in the dining hall I tell Joey about my encounter with the dormitory
bully.  Joey's appalled that something like that would take place here and
now that I think about it, I am too.  It's just that I was kind of use to
it in high school as I mentioned before. No, that kind of thing wasn't all
that rare at a high school in the western part of upstate Pennsylvania, in
my experience anyway.  Halfway through dinner two guys come over to join us
at our table.  Gymnast of course, but neither of them is Randy.  Mac
somebody and I didn't get the other kid's name.  These guys are really
built too and actually are too musclebound in their chest, shoulders, and
biceps for my taste, but probably would turn on plenty of other gay guys.
Neither of them seems gay in the least and neither of them is particularly
cute either. And to be honest, they pretty much ignore me as I feed Joey.
The three of them talked exclusively about esoteric gymnastics stuff.
That's fine with me because it gives me time to think more about the North
twins.  I'm trying to figure out why they decided to tell me all that stuff
about me being gay now?  Is it to warn me that their parents know about it
too, and that I may not be welcome to visit the twins because of it.  Maybe
this is why Alexander is kind of cool towards the idea of me visiting.  I'm
starting to get anxious now to finish reading Nathan's email; still nervous
about it, but curious too.

After dinner the four of us end up at the gymnast dormitory where we watch
the Phillies lose another baseball game; not that I care because I'm a
Pirates fan.  No beer or anything, just Gatorade. Later, back at our room,
I get Joey in the tub again and do a shortened version of last night's
bath.  No boner in the tub so I don't mention a jerk-off.  As I'm getting
him out of the bath Joey reminds me I need to put the cream on his rash.  I
was going to do that anyway, but I'm glad he was the first one of us to
bring it up.  With Joey laying in bed on his stomach I first do the massage
routine and I can feel how relaxed and loose Joey's body is while I'm doing
it.  Just limp, or as Daddy/Glen would say, 'docile'. Spreading the cream
between Joey's hard buttocks and being sure all the red areas are covered,
and then gently pressing on his hole until my finger slides in. This time I
push in all the way past both joints and up to my index finger's
knuckle. Looking at the side of Joey's face to see if there's any negative
reaction; his eyes are barely closed, slightly fluttering, and he's gently
biting his lower lip.  I slowly finger fuck him with the entire length of
my finger, maybe a half dozen times and he moves his head on the pillow the
way you do when something is feeling real good. When I pull my finger all
the way out, he involuntarily moans, "Ahhh ohh".  Putting more lube, er,
Desitin on my finger I pushed back in and finger fucked him until he says,
"Oh, Oliver, I'm going to cum."  He lifts his crotch up a bit and shoots a
lot of spunk on the sheet. With each spurt of cum his hole closes tightly
on my finger and both of his strong, perfectly shaped buttocks closed on
the lower part of my hand.  I honestly don't believe I could have pulled my
finger out even if I wanted to, which I don't.  Imagining my boner in there
instead of my finger causes the front of my cargo shorts to bulge out and a
small wet spot quickly soaks through.  At this point I involuntarily, like
Joey, go, "Ahhhh ah".  Joey said, "Oh, man.  I'll never be able to repay
you for taking care of me so well, Oliver.  I'm so grateful!"

In the bathroom I pull out my t-shirt to cover the wet pre cum spot on my
shorts and then grab a dampened washcloth.  At Joey's bed I help turn him
over, away from the cum, and clean him up being extra conscientious about
cleaning his dick as he grunts quietly, sucking on his lips. Is Joey gay? I
need to ask myself that question again, but I'm not asking him because so
far this arrangement is very acceptable to me.  When it's unreasonable to
continue cleaning his cock and balls any longer, I get a pair of clean
boxers for him and then help him hop over to his desk where he sits in
front of his laptop to go on line.  Changing his messy sheets, giving him a
grin to show I don't mind changing his bedding, I go in the bathroom for my
shower.  With the shower running and me doing short fast breathing, I jerk
off quickly and almost pass-out with the force of my ejaculation. That
kid's body gets me hot. After my shower I don't want to ruin my good frame
of mind so I don't go back to my emails. Joey and me stay awake and have a
long bullshit session telling each other about our lives.  I tell him about
the death of my best friend, Tyler, and we commiserated about our loss of
best friends.  He tells me, just as I'd suspected after meeting his mother,
that he's adopted, but he was adopted when he was one day old so he's spent
his entire life in the Gallo family.  No brothers or sisters.  His father
travels all the time for his job as a business consultant.  A great guy
when he's home, but he's not home very often and maybe that's because of
Mrs Gallo, although Joey doesn't say that.  On and on we go, taking turns
telling each other stuff about our past.  Joey never mentions a girl
friend, dating, or anything at all about his sexuality.  Neither do I.

We get to sleep about four o'clock in the morning and sleep-in the next day
till almost two o'clock in the afternoon, which means we missed the last
orientation meeting, but we don't care all that much about it; it's more
important that we bonded during our bull session last night.  After helping
Joey with his bathroom stuff, I get him situated him on his stomach again
for the diaper rash cream, which is what it actually is.  The rash is
almost gone already, but neither Joey nor I mention that minor detail.
It's boner poppin' for me just thinking about finger fucking him again and
for his part Joey is impatiently squirming on the bed waiting for it
too. Obviously it feels very good for him too, although its not clear if
it's just relieve from the itching and dryness of the rash, or the finger
fucking part. Hell, maybe it's both. Squeezing a lot of the cream on my
finger, I spread it slowly up and down his ass crack and then, using my
longer middle finger this time, I push my slippery finger all the way up
his hole and fingered it with curving, long strokes over and over until
Joey squeaks out, "Would you please help me turn over and then take care of
my snake again, Oliver?"

Smiling to myself I mutter, "Sure, Joey," and as I help him turn over I
can't tell who's breathing harder, Joey or me.  His boner looks very long
as it stands straight up from his dark pubic patch, and it appears to be
vibrating. Taking it in my fist I stroke it with the longest strokes
possible, from deep in his pubes up to the tip of his fat cock head and I
swear I've never felt a harder boner. What a turn on seeing that swollen
head of his cock drooling precum as the lips of the pee slit opens and
closes repeatedly.  I've never seen anyone's pee slit open as wide.  Joey's
needs to open very wide though because of the copious amounts of precum
that's drooling out and running over the fingers of my fist and then down
the long shaft of his pretty, tan boner to collect messily in his pubes.
Pulling the uncut skin off the head of his cock when I stroke down and
pushing it back up to cover part of the wet dark red cock head when I
stroke up.  It's mesmerizing to me, but after only three minutes, tops,
Joey moans out a long, "Oooooooooh", arches his back and the first creamy
cum spurts out of his pee slit followed immediately by a long, hard, fast
moving string of cum that shoots out about three feet until gravity takes
over and pulls it down and it lands as a three foot line of creamy wetness
from his thigh to his ankle.  Again Joey goes, "Ahhhhhhhh, oh oh oh" as he
shoots a shorter version of the long cum blast and then a few little spurt
follow; it's drooling cum that slowly runs over my fist to pool on his big
oval, hairless, nuts joining the precum that ended up there earlier.

My lips parted, I stare at his boner in my hand wanting desperately to
taste that creamy, white spunk, but of course I don't.  Joey blows out a
half dozen burst of air with his face red, then he mutters, "Fuck, Oliver.
Damn, how do you do that?  I never cum this hard jerking myself off.  Oh my
God that felt good. Thank you so much, man. I feel so close to you, Oliver.
Like we've known each other all our lives.  You're the best, dude ever, you
really are."  Smiling back at him weakly, then in a strangled voice, I
mumble, "Thanks, same to you, be right back," and turn to walk quickly into
the bathroom, licking some of his cum off my fingers as soon as I close the
door. The taste of his cum has me moaning quietly to myself, my cock's
painfully hard and I barely have the bathroom door closed before pulling my
pants down and stroking my boner with a frenziedly desperate need to cum.
Just thinking about my cock in Joey's hole is a huge turn-on. While jerking
myself off I suck on the same slippery finger that was in Joey's asshole
and almost immediately fire a stream of cum up onto the medicine cabinet
mirror; my balls aching with the effort. Breathing hard with my heart
pounding like drum, I savor the sensation of climaxing while wondering,
what is it with Joey and me?  The after effects of my orgasm sizzle about
my body doubling me over at the intensity of them. All these fabulous
sensations spreading from my groin all around my pelvic area get my eyes to
blinking and it's so ridiculously awesome I grunt out a laugh looking at
myself in the cum-stained mirror; I'm doubled over with a red face, and
this is just from jerking Joey and myself off. What the hell would happen
if we ever have real sex together? A heart attack comes to mind.  Holy
shit, this is wicked hot.  Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, coming down
from that high, I all of a sudden feel self-conscious.  Joey obviously
knows that I just jerked myself off, so now what do I do?  Picking up
another damp washcloth I clean the mirror and put myself and my clothes
back together and sheepishly go back out to face the music.  Joey's
grinning from ear to ear when he asks, "How was it?"  I smirk, muttering,
"I'm sure I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."  We both smile
and I clean up the cum Joey shot all over himself.  "I never knew college
was going to be this much fun.  Did you Oliver?"  I go, "Sup?" and we both
laugh, but there's no reference of anything having to do with our
masturbation morning.

First day of classes tomorrow morning, so we've carefully double checked
that we have all the books we need, and we verify when and where we need to
be and how to get there; we're ready, and we're anxious to get going with
our freshman year at this prestigious Ivy League school, the University of
Pennsylvania.  Having the same schedule is a huge help and it's kinda fun
being together all day too. Joey and I have become tight already. The
intimate nursing care is obviously a big factor in that, but we sincerely
like each other as well. I couldn't hope for a better roommate; probably
the best roommates in the entire history of the University.  We'd already
slept through most of this day so after a quick lunch I need to hustle Joey
to his gymnastic practice.  Then I go back to the room to finish Nathan's
email and maybe peek at Frankie's.  Scanning down Nathan's email to the
spot I'd left off; ah yes, he'd just explained how he and Noah spied on me
and Alexander and caught us in the act of fucking.  The email goes on,
'Noah and I weren't all that curious at the time, we'd just begun to think
about sex back then.  Remember our ball grabbing in the water, Oliver?
Fun, huh? Noah suggested to me that we start doing it with you so we could
begin learning about stuff like sex. We felt a lot of your boners too; bet
you didn't know that!  Ah Ha! Gotcha!!  Lately we've really begun getting
into the whole sex topic thing and we're wondering what it's all about.  We
want to try it." The twin's email is one of the most unexpected thing
that's ever happened to me, and considering my experience with Daddy and
Cristian, that's saying something.  Believe it or not I'm almost afraid to
read on, but read on I do, 'Of course we went right to our brother for
help, but he said flat-out that he would not help us with it.  We're fuckin
pissed and bull-shit dammit about that. We're late bloomers sex-wise, but
we got the full package now and Noah says we need to learn how to damn
fucking use it properly, metaphorically speaking.  We've decided to start
with gay sex and after we learn all about that we'll move on to straight
sex with a female partner.  Who the female is going to be has yet to be
determined.' Ha ha, Nathan hasn't got the cursing down yet, putting in
curse words randomly, but what the hell, this is more and more unbelievable
with each paragraph. Fuck! I need to look away from my lap top.  The twins
want lessons on how to do gay sex?  The matter-of-fact way Nathan is
describing all this is weird too.The email finishes with, 'Noah feels it's
best we find out about gay sex first, and since you and Alexander are gay,
and Noah and I can practice on each other, we figure you two should teach
us.  But, our damn fucking hell of a golf-pro barber brother won't even
consider it.  He's afraid mother will find out and kill him, which she
probably would... lol.  So, that leaves our other gay big brother, Oliver,
and that means you. You need to give us lessons and instructions on all the
different ways to have gay sex.  We've seen gay sex on the porn sites of
course so, once we know basically what's up, but not specifics. Once you
teach us Noah and me will go at it on each other for one entire semester.
Than we move on to learning all about hetero sex which needs the female, of
course.  Noah says surely one of the hot young female teachers here will be
interested.  What do you think? Love, Nathan and Noah.

What I think is I can't fucking believe what my eyes are reading, that's
what I think. There's innocence and then there's cluelessness, which is
where the twins reside! Damnit! Nathan types, 'please see second email.'
What the fuck is it now?  I fumble with the keys on my lap top trying to
bring up the other email, and there it is.  Nathan continues in his
methodical manner, 'We never mentioned to Alexander that we know you're gay
and that we know you had sex with him, so he knows nothing about that.  He
thinks by turning down our request for gay sex lessons that will put an end
to it.  Ah ha!  Wrong again Alexander.  We have another gay brother up our
sleeve. So Oliver, who Noah and I love, please be our gay sex
teacher!!!!!!!!!!!'  Then the boys typed a list of probable lessons..

"(1) kissing and use of the tongue like we see in some gay porn pics on
various sites

(2) hand fondling of the other boy's body and penis and scrotum and
rear-end while kissing (is that body licking of boy's tits we see in some
pics?)

(3) eight or ten different ways to masturbate

(4) lots of ways to masturbate another guy or doing it together

(5) ways to suck guys off (Noah says there must be a dozen different ways,
but we're not sure)

(6) rimming...  (once again we're not positive what this is. It couldn't
possibly be licking another guy's ass hole, could it?  That's what it looks
like though.)

(7)and the big one... fucking and all the positions that it can be done in.
We'll want to try them all, but we both like the idea of starting with the
first one we saw you using to fuck our brother; him on his stomach and you
on his back.

First you teach us about all this stuff, items #1 thru #7....then you do
each thing to each of us a couple of times till we learn it...then Noah and
me will try to do them to you and to each other.  How does this sound to
you Oliver?'

This is insanity! That's how it sounds to me! Teaching the twins gay
sex. Ha ha ha, actually I think it would be more fun to demonstrate oral
sex on their special little peckers with my nose buried in their sparse
pubes.  The rimming lessons should be fun too.  I'll rim Nathan until he
shoots off his baby-boy spunk all over Noah.  But, in reality I can't
really do any of that.  They're naive, barely sixteen year old, boys who
are about as mature as eleven year olds.  I can't take advantage of
them. Going out for a walk around the campus again, I chain smoke trying to
think how to answer the twin's email. Smoking my last cigarette, thinking
that this isn't a simple problem at all.  It's very cute of course, but
what if I say no and they go to some pedophile on line for their
instructions?  What then?  Damn, I'm in the middle, but I can't do
anything, even answer the boy's email, without consulting Alexander first.
Trying to think about the situation from every point of view, I always came
back to Alexander.  He's their real brother and I'd be totally
irresponsible if I didn't include him in on this development.  Alexander
already told them "NO" so he may want me to say the same thing, and if he
does, I definitely will by blaming Alexander so the twins won't be pissed
off at me.  Except there's that chance the boys won't give-up and will get
hooked-up with the wrong person.  Oh fuck!!!  I got to talk with Alexander
and that's all there is to it.  Alexander's like me, we don't do much
talking on the phone.  Cell phones are for convenience and emergencies as
far as we're concerned, but since this is an emergency I'm going to call
him.  His shop closes at six o'clock so I'll call a little after six
tonight.  Maybe I'll be able to detect something from Alexander's voice to
give me a clue about him and me.  First and foremost the twins, I know we
have to resolve that, but I'm still concerned about me and Alexander?  I
wish he didn't get me so hot, but other than Pete, Alexander's the only boy
I've ever fucked and I like it; not as much as the other way around, except
Alexander's terrible at being a top. Of course, that could change, and
wouldn't that be sweet.

Then, walking back to the dorm, I let myself fantasize that Alexander wants
me to do this sex thing with the twins and I start getting a boner.  Those
boys are so choice, so hot, so yummy, but there too young and naive for
me. I'd probably spontaneously climax if I even saw their duplicate naked
bodies standing in front of me, with their identical belly buttons and
below that their light blond pubes and then below that their perfect cocks
and balls swinging between their perfectly hairless skinny legs.  I
suppose, to do the proper job, I'd have to begin by closely examining and
feeling every inch of their bodies, with special attention to the private
parts; both front and rear.  I'd probably need to examine their bumpers for
quite a long time using my tongue through part of the exam too.  Oh my God,
I need to sit down, which I do on a conveniently placed bench.  After a bit
I settle down and let the real world back into my brain.  I need to get
Joey at the gym before five-thirty and I easily do that. Joey's psyched
about the gymnastic team and excitedly tells me all about it as I try
paying attention. He needs to use the toilet, so after that he gets set up
at his desk checking emails, which he gets a lot of. That's not surprising;
he must be very popular and he was on the gymnastic team too; teammates
tend to stay in touch. Then, at a little after six o'clock I tell him I
need some air and wander outside to nervously make the cell phone call to
Alexander's barber shop.  Nervous for a couple of reasons. One, I don't
know what kind of reception I can expect from Alexander, and two, just
bringing up this matter of the twins may makes me seem perverted, but what
else can I do? There's no way around it, talking to Alexander is positively
necessary.

He answers on the second ring by automatically giving the shop's name and
saying that he's sorry, but they're closed.  I try being funny, "But, but
this is a emergency; don't ya understand fool, I need a haircut tonight."
Alexander's chuckling, "How's my favorite white bread.  I hope you're
skinny ass is close by for a surprise visit because I miss you and I want
to taste that cock of your's sooooo badly.  I want to lick your hole and
have you fuck me till I squeal like a banshee.  Where are you, bro?"  Well,
that sounds encouraging.  He's excited that I might be in the area and I
hear disappointment in his voice when I tell him I'm still an hour and a
half away, at school.  We small talk over top of each other for a minute
and then I asked about us getting together.  The problem for Alexander has
been, first and foremost, finalizing the week he'd be away at a hair
stylist convention in Atlantic City. Also, his biological father wants
Alexander to visit him in Texas and there's been a problem getting someone
to cover for Alexander at the shop during his absence.  Further
complicating Alexander's life is the slowness of the breaking-in process
for his recently hired barber, who will keep business going when
Alexander's not there. All legitimate reasons for his inability to set a
date for us to get together, and how tedious is a working man's life.  But,
the long and the short of it is that Alexander does want to see me for fun
and games just as much as I want to see him for the same things.  I'm
relieved to realize this.  Emails can't convey tone like Alexander's voice.
It sure makes me feel better about myself because someone still considers
me their sex buddy. I don't know about Frankie because I'm afraid to read
his email, although I've got to do that soon.

Alexander and me make a firm date to get together the second Saturday in
October, and just knowing a date has finally been set makes me feel so good
it's a bit embarrassing; am I that horny?  No getting around it I'm excited
and aroused!  And it's also nice that I didn't detect the slightest
feminine sound from him.  I'm pretty sure his business requires he not
sound or act feminine. I want to get my hands in his dense hair and taste
his mouth and he give me the best blow jobs!  With that settled, I hesitate
for a second trying to get the courage to bring up the reason for the
call. Alexander recognizes my hesitancy, and goes, "Oh no, what is it,
Oliver? Something bad?"  Then I come right out with it, "We got problems
with the twins."  After I explain what I know and Alexander is shocked. He
didn't know about the twins spying on him and me having sex. Then, the idea
that they want me to do the sexual training gets Alexander talking fast.
"You gotta do it for them, Oliver.  I've been so worried that they'll get
some pervert with a loose screw in his head taking advantage of them.  I
can't get up there because I work six days a week and I have all this other
stuff going on in my life right now; plus, Mom would kill me if she found
out.  She'll kill you too, but she won't find out if we play it right."
There's relief and hope in his voice as I groan uncomfortably because, as
hot as the twins are, I really don't want to do this! Alexander goes on and
on about how he's been worried sick about this whole situation and now with
me in the picture he has hope it might work-out okay. "Oliver, when these
boys get their teeth into something they're like bull dogs and they won't
let go till they get what they want.  And hell, they have been more than a
little bit spoiled by all of us all their lives, so they're use to getting
their way.  Please do this for them and for me; then he gives a nervous
laugh trying to make light of it, but the idea of having sex with the twins
is almost too much to grasp at this point, although talking with Alexander
made me very hungry for him.

Passing the twins' situation on to me, Alexander goes on to telling me what
he intends to do about my haircut next month. I'm leaning up against a
brick wall outside our dorm, not paying too much attention to that, as I
unconsciously groped my junk trying to get my head around teaching Nathan
and Noah gay sex; it's so fucking awkward there aren't words to describe
it. God dammit!  Then I hear giggling.  Looking up I see three girls
staring at me from the brick sidewalk, miming me playing with myself.  My
face gets red and hot as sweat pops out on my forehead.  I stop the groping
of course, but the girls have already turned the corner.  Hmmm, I think I
recognized one of the girls as a gymnast. Joey was talking with when I
picked him up earlier today.  Life sucks some times. "Are you still there,
Oliver?" Alexander asks.  What the hell? Oh yeah, my cell phone. I tell
Alexander about getting caught just now playing with myself and he laughs
which I finally join in on. Yeah, it is pretty funny and his laughter is
contagious anyway.  Feeling good that we're buds again; well, we had been
all alone, but I wasn't sure about it till this phone call.  The last thing
he says is, "Did Nathan tell ya about their foot fetish?  It's pretty
funny, Oliver."  I'm like, "Foot fetish?  No, I didn't hear about that."
Alexander says he needs to get going, but that I should email and ask the
twins about it.  Then it's, "I am so glad you called, Oliver.  What a load
off my mind now that you're gonna mentor the twins with this crazy idea of
there's.  I really love ya, man.  Can't wait to fuck you good, bro...Ciao,
you cute, hot thing!"  I think, 'Fuck me good? Is that what he said?' It's
probably a slip of the tongue, but speaking with him has put my mind at
ease. About Alexander I mean.  The twins require some serious
thinking. Adjusting my package again, I close my cell phone and hear more
giggling.  What the fu...?  It's two of the same girls walking back the
other way now, and they're pointing at their crotches.  I look down and
somehow I've sprung a boner; my bulging crotch males it obvious, and I
again get the red hot face with sweat drops running down the sides of my
forehead.  FUCK!  The girls walk on laughing and shouting something at me
about a sleeping bag. For the tent...?  I didn't catch it all.  Hurrying
inside I wonder how I get myself into so many embarrassing situations. Ya
know, I hope my boner is because I'm thinking about me and Alexander, and
not because of the twins.

In our room Joey's laughing as he and some bud from high school exchange
dirty jokes on line.  He gives me his cute grin and wiggles his fingers at
me as I go to my desk. On line I email the twins explaining I'd talked this
sexy stuff over with Alexander and he endorsed me being their sex
counselor, but I still need to talk myself into it. Then curiosity gets the
best of me and I ask about the foot fetish Alexander mentioned. Then, what
the fuck, I open Frankie's email and the first word in the first sentence
is the last word I want to read in an email from Frankie, and that word is
'Darleen'!  The email starts off fine, with the salutation, "Hi Olive", but
then it goes down hill fast after that, "This is a surprising development,
Oliver, but Darleen and I had a long talk the first night here at West
Chester University.  We'd signed-up for this co-ed dorm way last Spring and
we stayed up almost the whole first night talking about all the experiences
we've been through together.  It brought back a lot of memories.  She
admitted to me she's been a total bitch (her word, Oliver) for some time
now too, and she's sorry because it's a lot her fault (and some your's)
that she and me broke-up.  She's determined to win me back and to that end
she's already lost eleven pounds and her minimum goal is to lose another
twenty-five pounds." I stop reading for a second and scream "FUCK! FUCK!"
Joey asks, "What's wrong?"  I tell him I bit my tongue, he said "Oh, sorry
to hear it, dude" and he goes back to "messengering" or whatever he's
doing.  So Darleen wants to lose thirty-six pounds and win back Frankie.
If she thinks getting her weight under 200 pounds is all it takes, she's in
for a surprise.  Of course she doesn't weigh two hundred pounds, I'm just
royally pissed off at this turn of events.  That snatch simply will not go
away!  Going back to Frankie's email, I read, 'Darleen feels we (her and
me) need to begin an active sexual relationship immediately.  She feels her
lack of attention to my needs has allowed you to step in and take....well,
again, these are her words, not mine...take advantage of me."  I knock the
lap top over screaming, "FUCK YOU, BITCH!" Joey turns around again and
asks, "Your tongue again Oliver?"  He said it in such a funny way I had to
blurt out a laugh.  He knew I hadn't bitten my tongue in the first place.
I go, "No, I bit my lip this time."  He says, "Well at least ya didn't bite
your dick."  And I laugh again because he has this pretend serious dumb
look on his face just that makes me laugh.  "When we going to dinner?" he
wants to know. Just seeing him makes me feel better, I go, "Soon, ya hot
shit ...soon."

Frankie's email went on a rant about how he didn't want me to feel hurt or
angry because, after all, I know how he feels about me; it's just that he
can't say the words as easily as I can. He explains that since I'm gay I
can say stuff about love, but Frankie's straight and that stuff doesn't
come as easy for straight guys.  He went on again about him knowing
positively he isn't gay and except for a few times with me, and the times
that queer maniac Fallon had forced him into it, Frankie's never had
anything remotely to do with 'queer stuff'.  With me it's somehow, he says,
different because he does it to help me out and because he doesn't want me
to have to turn to a pervert for someone to fuck me.  He's happy he's able
to help me, but he's really looking forward to having sex with Darleen so
he can prove to everyone once and for all that he's not gay.  On and
on... he knew he'd love hetero sex and, except for making a random
exception in my case, he'd never ever do any of the gay stuff again.  BUT,
he and me will be the best and closest buddies ever in the world and, as he
said earlier, once in a while as a favor to me, he'd fuck me as much as I
want him to.  A rambling email that's hard to follow at times.  He ends
with, "Please, please, please don't be mad at me Oliver.  You mean so much
to me, you really do.  Email me back and tell me that you L...  me.  You
know what I mean.  Your best bud ever, (who feels the same way for you)
Frankie" The gist of all this is Frankie loves me and will have gay sex
with me, but he really wants to do hetero sex with Darleen because he's not
gay and because, even though he's never had sex with a female in his total
nineteen year on this particular planet, he's absolutely positive he'll
love the hetero sex much, much more than that nasty queer stuff; that same
queer stuff that he'll nonetheless do for me as long as I want him to, and
since we're the best, closest buddies the world has ever seen, and because
he knows I'm gay and in love with him, that means I'll want him to, and
therefore he will get to fuck me just about forever, but he'll be doing all
that fucking of me as a straight dude because he'll have his hefty wife
Darleen at his side proving he's not gay, he's just helping out his good
bud, who sadly, is gay... or, something to that effect.

Out loud I said, "Fuck you, Frankie" and slammed my lap top shut.  Joey
makes no comment, just turns and gives me a concerned look; kind of a look
indicating I have his support in whatever it is that's upsetting me. That's
how I interpret his look and I feel a strong urge to kiss him on his cute,
but almost too big nose.  He's so innocent and cute looking, and it's so
beautiful when the boy smiles, as the song goes.  I'm a year older than
Joey because I took that year off from school when Tyler died, but Joey
looks even younger then me.  All of a sudden he adverts his eyes so I guess
I was making gooey eyes at him again. Damn, I gotta watch myself or I'll
scare him off. I say, "I'm okay now, Joey.  Let's eat."  Even as I'm
helping Joey get in his wheelchair I'm already aware I didn't mean my nasty
comment about Frankie.  You can't turn love on and off; once it's on, it
takes a lot to turn it off.  I don't want to think about it right now
through.  I ruffle Joey's hair, asking, "Shampoo after dinner?" Joey said,
"Oh, can't we do all the things again tonight, Oliver?"  Hot damn, and then
I mutter, "Sure, Joey.  Whatever ya want, dude," trying not to drool.  We
have an okay dinner and afterwards we do the shampoo, the bath, and the
jerk-off.  I jerked him off in the tub and he leaned his head next to mine
very sweetly the whole four minutes.  I could feel him giving my neck a
tiny baby kiss that almost had me blowing a load in my shorts.  I let my
lips brush his cheek quickly when he was finished firing off his four shots
of cum and then kept my arm around his neck until he'd calmed down from the
climax.  We didn't discuss the cuddling or the little kiss, but I feel very
protective of him.  I hate to admit it, but I can see why Darleen got so
possessive of Frankie after being his primary care giver for a while.
Naturally, I'd never hold it over Joey's head like that bitch does to
Frankie, you can be damn sure of that.  This kid means a lot to me and I'm
going to take good care of him. Laying on his stomach on his bed I cream
his asshole and ass crack getting some finger fucking in during the whole
process and it's time for bed.

We get to sleep and wake up well rested, ready to experience our first day
of college life.  Unexpectedly, each of our four professors spend a lot of
time telling us we probably won't make it because the work's too hard for
lazy nitwits like us freshman; that's basically what they're telling us in
so many words.  There's certainly a lot of work that needs to be done out
of the classroom for staters, and right from the first day too; they hadn't
exaggerated that.  From day one the work load is at a heavy level.  Joey is
real smart though and I am too so we worked out a way that one of us did
this and one of us did that; it went like that.  It freed up a little time
and Joey needs it because he also has the gymnastic practice to attend six
days a week. I love working closely with him on our studies and quickly
recognize that he, like Frankie, has his own personal smell which is very
nice, and oh yeah, sexy-hot too.  Of course I detected it while bathing
him, but the more familiar it becomes, the hotter it is for me. We, of
course, also continue the bathing, fingering, and jerking off ritual every
day. We're in a routine now with no need to ask question, everything is
automatic now and Joey's the cleanest invalid ever.  His ass rash was
completely cured by now, but we continue the treatment anyway, you know,
just to be sure the rash doesn't reappear.  When we run out of Desitin I
began using creamy Vaseline which actually works better for the finger
fucking. We're cautiously affectionate with each other with little things
like letting our heads rest together when tired as we read a passage in a
study guide or from the computer screen trying to figure something out.
Or, during his bath the sides of our faces often rub against one another
and sometimes our lips lightly drag across each other's cheek or forehead.
I try the lightest kiss at the corner of his mouth one night as I jerk him
off, but Joey turns his head away and quietly murmurs, "No, Oliver," so he
must suspect now that I'm gay, but I'm not sure about him yet; and that's
because our minor affectionate behavior might be because he feels close to
me with all the intimacy involved in taking care of him. I'm happy for any
touching he's willing to do. It's funny how quickly I get attached to
certain boys, and I'm feeling more and more attached to Joey every day.

I'd emailed Frankie back the same night I'd read his email and told him I
love him and that, "Sure, Darleen deserves another chance to win you back,
so just let me know the results of the contest whenever it ends; if it ever
does end".  He emailed back ignoring my sarcasm saying, 'He hopes I'd be in
his life forever, but for right now he's promised Darleen two months
without, 'Him sticking his nose in our affairs.' Those are her words,
Oliver meaning you. I'm being completely honest with you so I also gotta
tell you that she can't stand you.  Anyway, you know how I feel about you
and I really miss seeing you, but I'll try the two months of her 'Oliver
free zone', as Darleen calls it, and then email you back.'  That's the crap
he tells me; hard to believe I love someone so much who is so stupid, but I
do.  I'd like to hit that bitch Darleen in the back of her head with
something heavy. Frankie says he's being completely honest with me, but I
know he's not being honest with himself and I'm pissed about that. Whoever
Frankie's with last, is the one he claims he loves.  So now it's settled
that I not only won't see Frankie for a least the next two months, I also
won't be able to email him. That Darleen is afraid I'll talk some common
sense into his thinking. I suppose two months is how long they figure
they'll need for Frankie to successfully mount that cow.  There's so much
wrong with Frankie's thinking, but the bitch has brainwashed him so
completely for so many years he can't easily escape her clutches.  I have
no realistic option except to give him the time to find out for himself
what he already knows, but refuses to accept. Then the irony of all this
hit me one afternoon while I'm waiting for gymnastic practice to end.  Not
only are Joey and I kinda reenacting Frankie and Darleen, with me in the
role of the care-giving, Darleen, and Joey as Frankie the patient, but now,
with Frankie trying to experiment with straight sex comparing it with gay
sex, that's pretty much what the twins want to do. So, Darleen and me are
playing the same role with that too; we're the counselors for both these
bizarre situations.  Darleen and me always playing the same part, we're
just like two pees in a pod and that thought makes me want to hurl. After
that revelation, I try not to allow another thought of Darleen to enter my
head.

Now it's been two full weeks without me seeing or hearing from Frankie, and
two weeks into Joey's a my college experience. I still think about Frankie
everyday; not the viper though, I don't think about her, just Frankie.
Sometimes I feel sorry for myself, but what the hell can I do.  It hurts to
be in a one-sided love affair and that's what I've been in pretty much from
the first day I saw that bright red hair on that incredible cute boy.  The
one wearing those Harry Potter eyeglasses and who quickly captured my
heart.  He's so full of life and bubbling over with that crystal clear
saliva that I'd love to taste again.  What can I say, as much as I hate
this fact, Frankie's on hold in my life and that is that although I miss
him something terrible. Fortunately college provides a lot of things to
occupy my mind and I do have Alexander to look forward to.  Plus, Joey
every day too and I enjoy every second of my time with him.  The twins
emailed saying this year's class work was a 'damn bitch' for them. It seems
they took my acceptance of being their sex counselor for granted because
they're use to getting their way.  They glossed over the foot fascination
thing saying they'd tell me about it when they saw me,'It gives us boners,
Oliver.  Weird, huh?"  No mention of sex mentoring though, so maybe it's
just a passing fancy for them. I hope so. It is a hoot in one way, but I
need to admit it sounds kinda hot too..  I'll just have to wait on the
boys. Meanwhile, Joey and me are getting the workload for our college
courses under control. After two weeks we're just beginning to feel
comfortable with it.  As I said earlier, it helps tremendously that Joey
and me have each other to share the load with.  All we hear in class from
other freshman is constant bitching about how hard it is keeping up.  Joey
says the ridiculous workload must be a form of hazing that the professors
put on freshman to toughen us up.  I say, "Uh huh," and then, practicing
being cool, I say, "Sup, Joey?"  He goes, "Sup with you?" and we do that
for awhile, just screwing around.

It's a gorgeous Saturday in late September and I'd just dropped Joey at
gymnastics practice.  I love being with him and I also love the three hours
or so each day when I'm not with him.  Perfect day to be outside, but I
need to do our laundry first so I resign myself to doing it.  With Joey's
old plastic laundry basket overflowing with our dirty clothes I head down
to the laundromat with my pocket full of one dollar bills and lots of
quarters. I'm wearing nylon basketball shorts again and on the way
downstairs I thinking about another time I wore a pair of these silky
things.  It was my second day here when Joey and I had lunch with Randy and
someone else whos name I've forgotten, is it Bob?  Two gymnasts anyway, and
I remember Randy alright.  Walking back from lunch he pushed some of
basketball short's material up my asshole with his finger as a joke.  The
'Randy Rider Wedgie' I think that other kid called it.  Jesus, that was
uncomfortable, but sexy.  I had to walk on my toes trying to pull the
material out of my hole.  Embarrassing, but boner inducing.  I liked Randy
of course, probably because he's cute and seemed interested in me. I've
seen him a couple of times at the gym and one time he even came over and
goosed me.  He didn't say anything about getting together, he just winked
at me.  Yeah, he's the hottest thing I've seen on campus except for Joey,
but Randy's a junior and maybe juniors don't hang with freshman. I'm still
not sure know how things like that work yet. Thinking about that, my arms
occupied with the laundry basket of dirty clothes, I back into the laundry
room door pushing it open with my ass and once inside turn around too
quickly, knocking a pile of clean folded clothes off a table that's too
close to the door.  Fuck, I'm clumsy.  A fraction of a second later someone
has a fierce hold on the back of my neck, shaking me.  "You did that on
purpose, ya little cunt" and then a big slap on my ass with the palm of his
hand that causes me to drop my basket of clothes and yelp out.  So totally
unexpected was that smack, then three more hard smacks on my ass and, like
always, fucking tears are popping out of my eyes as I yell, "Spot that!
Fuck, that really hurts!"  My plea is rewarded with another hard slap on my
ass that has me squirming to get away, but the vice-like grip on my neck
holds me in place. Both my hands go behind my neck grappling at that strong
hand back there.  The main problem is the thin flimsy material of my
basketball shorts; they're not protecting my ass so it's almost like
getting a spanking on my bare butt and the smacks really sting.  Hercules
twists me around some and with tears on my face, and for a brief second we
see each other, it's that squat kid.  The one who's coffee I knocked all
over him on the second day I was in the dorm.  "You again!" he snarls and
bending me down away from him he smacks my ass some more.  A continuos
slapping of my ass that's red and burning like wild fire by now. The last
smack did it; somehow my bladder refluxed and a short spurt of pee makes a
big dark wet spot on my light blue basketball shorts.  I'm stuttering now,
"Yo, pa, pal, pa please, I said I was sorry. "Muscle man yells, "Shut the
fuck up you stuttering dink, or I'll spank you all day."

He has me bent over, facing away from him so he hasn't see the pee stain
and I don't want him to see it, so I stop squirming and keep quiet.  He
goes, "You're a total loser, we've established that. And I guess we've
established that I've got an anger management problem when you're around
me, so why don't you stay the fuck away from me?"  I don't say anything
because all I can think about is my stinging, burning ass and my peed-in
shorts.  He lets go of my neck, and says, "Just stay like that, don't move.
Let me think."  I stay bent over with my forearms on the folding table,
looking away from him.  He mumbles to himself, " Okay, I hate doing laundry
and dorky you just knocked mine on the dirty floor."  Then he speaks up
louder, saying, "So, you're going to do me a favor and do my laundry for
me.  Right?"  I don't say anything. Wild man says, "I can't hear you," and
he grabs my neck again, asking my name.  I tell him and he goes, "Oliver?
That's the perfect name for you. You do me a favor and I'll do you one,
okay Oliver?"  I hesitantly ask, "What favor?" and he smacks my burning ass
twice more really hard causing more pee to spurt out of my shriveled dick.
Some pee's running down my leg now.  He's taking a couple of deep breaths,
and then says, " My favor to you Oliver, is I won't do anymore of this,"
and he smacks my ass again; more pee flows out.  "And your favor to me is
once a week you do my laundry. Do we have a deal, Oliver?"  I don't want to
be a wimp, but I can't think what else I can be at the moment.  Still
worried about stuttering, I can't make myself speak.  He talks in a sing-
song voice, "All you need to say is, yes, Richard.  We'll do each other a
favor and become buddies."  He shakes me and smacks my ass hard again, and
it almost lifts me up on my toes and now he demands, "Say it! Say, yes,
Richard."  I mutter, "Yes, Richard" and he lets me go. Richard's breathing
hard, but not because of sexual arousal; he got worn out smacking my
ass. The pain coming from my buttocks comes in waves, stinging and burning
waves. This guy's dangerous and doesn't know his own strength. Also I
wouldn't doubt that his blood pressure is way up there and he isn't kidding
about having trouble controlling his temper.  He's obviously dangerous and
I think it might worry him.  Richard speaks in a low, barely controlled
manner now, "Re-wash all those clothes you knocked on the floor.  Then dry
them in the dryer.  Then fold them neatly the way I like them folded. See
the way my other laundry's folded ?  Like that.  Then bring it all to me on
the top floor of the dormitory, room 30.  If you do your favor for me real
good I will do my favor for you real good.  If you don't do your favor too
good, I won't do mine too good either."

I'm still leaning on that table bent over hoping he's leaving, when he add,
"And, don't fuck-up both our college careers by running to tell someone
that the big bad Richard spanked you.  You and me will settle this
ourselves.  Right, Oliver?"  I mutter, "Right, Richard".  He goes, "Room
30." When he opens the door leading to the parking lot the beautiful day
outside shines inside the laundromat for a few seconds.  I look back and
see him leave shaking his head like he's still mad at me, and at himself
too probably. Some bullies actually have a conscience.  Putting my head
back down on my forearms holding my breath, waiting for the pain on my
buttocks to subside, trying to believe this shit.  My ass burns like hell,
but I'm recovering pretty fast.  The pain is fading to a dull ache.
There's no one else in the laundromat, but that could change at any second
so I gathered his clothes up off the floor and got them started in a
washer.  I don't want to take a chance he'd come back and find his clothes
still on the floor. Then I grab the first pair of shorts I see from our
dirty laundry basket and go in a utility closet to change out of my peed-on
pants.  The cut off jeans I'd grabbed are a pair of Joey's, but the
important thing is they don't have a big wet pee stain on the front.  They
scratch because I have no underwear on; the basketball shorts have netting
as a substitute for underwear, but you're also suppose to wear a jockstrap
which I've never been a big fan of.  Back out of the closet I get Joey's
and my clothes going in a washing machine and then light up a cigarette
thinking how there's worse bullying here then in high school.  Nah, I just
had the misfortune to run into a unbalanced individual. Not unheard of
considering my bad luck. When I was busy getting changed and getting the
wash going I was okay, but now that I'm just standing here smoking I feel
like crying because I realize how powerless I am.  I scrunched my face up
and hold my breath till the urge to cry goes away.  Anger replaces my urge
to cry.  Why in the name of God does this shit always happen to me?  Then,
knowing it's stupid and I'm not going to do it anyway, I fantasize calling
Christian and asking him to have Glen get his mob guys to kick Richard's
ass up and down the fucking street, and I want to be there laughing at him
when it happens too. I also would like to sit down, but that isn't an
option at the moment with my ass still stinging. I hate that prick Richard
so much.

Calming down I change the direction of my thinking again, putting out my
cigarette, I tell myself, 'Whats the big deal anyway?  In life sometimes
you need to eat crow, swallow your pride, or whatever.  You know, in order
to get along in the world.  Richard had one thing absolutely right, I'm not
going to run crying to anyone saying Richard spanked me.  Fuck that!  Who
would I tell anyway?  Ya win some and ya lose some.'  I'm trying to think
of one I'd won one when Randy comes in with a full laundry sack over his
shoulder. His cute face brightened when he sees me.  "Dude with the
wheelchair gymnast, right?"  I go, "Yeah, Randy, I'm Oliver, remember?"
Putting his laundry sack near an open washing machine, he goes, "Of course
I remember, how can I forget you asking me to push your shorts up your
asshole for ya?"  and then he laughs and, grabbing a fistful of my hair he
pulls my head down to bump foreheads with him. Smiling at me, he lets go of
my hair telling me, "You're in desperate need a haircut".  I just shrug and
he smiles again, and asks, "You're in this dorm?" I go, "Uh huh," and he
adds, "Hope ya don't mind if I use one of the washing machines. All the
ones for my dorm are being used. This is the third laundromat I've been
to. Busy on Saturdays." He mutters all that while dumping his clothes and a
detergent gel into a washing machine.  I watched his every move as he dumps
a lot of quarters in the slot and gets the machine going. Randy looks at me
then, and asks, "How'd ya get stuck with the nursing job, Oliver?  You one
of those Ass Club guys?"  I explain about me wanting to have my car on
campus and as a freshman this was the only way I could do it.  He tells me
how he'd gotten his uncle, who's a doctor, to write the University saying
Randy needs access to a car, but he can't remember the exact diagnosis or
reason; it was two years ago.  And then he tells a few stories about the
trouble he and his roommate got themselves into during their freshman
year. He's got a great personality to go along with all the other great
things about him.  For example; his two toned blond hair, his bright brown
eyes that seem to change from light brown to dark brown as I look into
them, his perpetual grin with that cute mouth and those white teeth with
the slight separation between the front ones, his tight body and the ease
with which he moves; everything about him makes me feel squirmy and juicy
and tingly.  Awesome sensations from just looking at and listening to his
cute voice.  Did you know there's such a thing as a cute voice? Not some
squeaky cartoon character's voice, but rather a regular boy's voice that
just sounds like it belongs to a real cute guy.  That's what Randy sounds
like.

I mostly listen and stare at him, occasionally making appropriate one or
two word comments.  He's sitting in the old lawn chair that someone left
left here and I'm leaning against the folding table. He never seems to run
out of college stories. My wash is done so I maintain some eye contact
listening to him talk as I put the wet clothes in a dryer and feed it with
money. His clothes finish the spinning cycle and he gets up, and while
walking past me, he says, completely out of the blue, "You're one of the
cutest freshman on campus, Oliver.  Did ya realize that?  I make it my
business to check, heh heh" This caught me totally off balance so I can't
think what to say.  He goes on, "Yeah, actually you're cuter than just
about anyone on campus."  He's standing close in front of me, then he
casually pushes the palm of his hand against my forehead lifting my hair
up, muttering, "Even cuter with your hair off your face."  He needs to
reach up some because I'm about three inches taller than him.  This
attention from Randy is so flattering, but I don't know how to respond to
it so I just stare at him with my lips parted and my face turning
red. Letting his hand deliberately and slowly slide down the side of my
face, and then cup my chin, Randy asks if I still have the flabby buttocks?
And as he's asking, his other hand reaches around me and tightly grab my
right buttocks. I flinch in pain because my ass is still very sore from
Richard's spanking.  Randy sees my look of pain and immediately apologizes
saying he didn't mean to hurt me, "I'm just goofing around. Why's you ass
sore?"  I lie, telling him I'd fallen hard on my ass.  He goes, "Oh, that's
a shame," and he grabs my crotch playfully, asking, "Did ya fall hard on
this too?"  I mumble, "Randy, don't!"  He massages my package through
Joey's cut off jeans and I start getting hard, so I say, "Randy!"
again. Then, pretending to lose my balance a little, I grab onto his
shoulder and then feel the back of his neck with the palm of my hand before
quickly running it up the back of his head feeling his beautiful hair
between my fingers.  His head pulls up to mine and he licks across my lips
laughing, and then we let go of each other and he mumbles, "You're hot,
Oliver. If I wasn't in a relationship you'd definitely be on my radar
screen."

I stand in front of him swallowing hard and breathing little burst of air,
still unable to think of anything to say.  I have a semi hard cock
partially poking out the front of the cut-offs.  Randy brushes it with the
palm of his hand and it gets harder.  He goes, "You make me laugh, Oliver.
A walking boner, that's what you are; a cute walking boner."  Then he
begins fishing in his pockets with both hands, as he asking me if I'd put
his clothes in a dryer when the wash cycle's done.  And, finding the money
he's fishing for, he gives it to me for the dryer and leaves saying, "See
ya, Oliver. Thanks, dude, I owe ya one". I lick my lips to taste his saliva
as my boner continues pushing my pants out in front.  After that disturbing
experience with Richard, this wonderful attention Randy just gave me
totally changes my outlook and makes me feel good.  I don't feel like such
a loser now. It's almost like I'm friends with Randy Rider, a junior no
less.  Maybe things will be better for me in college than they were in high
school.  So far it's been a little of this and then a little of that, some
good and some bad.  Everything considered, I've got a good chance of doing
okay here because of Joey mostly; Joey and the gymnast. Taking a deep
breath now, and then checking on my three wash loads, I wonder how Randy
knew I was gay.  Maybe it takes one to know one. Later when I'm done
folding Richard's clothes, and halfway done folding Joey and my stuff, I
remember Randy's washing machine and dump his clothes in a dryer. Picking
up all of Richard's stuff I carry it up to the third floor.  On the third
floor most of the rooms have their door open so I hear various types of
music coming out of the rooms.  Two guys with towels around their waist are
coming out of the lavatory at the end of the hall.  The community bath;
hmmmm, it does have it's advantages; ones I hadn't thought of.  On the
whole though I'd still rather have our private bathroom for our private
activities.  There's a lot of different sounds from the different rooms,
not just music; talking, some shouting and laughter, and it all makes me
think that this is closer to the way Cristobal's dorm had been when I was
there last spring.  On our floor it's quiet.

Finding room 30, I knock on the door and a musclebound kid answers it.  He
has a nervous look to his bland brown eyes and a twitch in his long pointy
nose. "Yeah?" he asks.  Then Richard pushes the kid aside, saying, "It's my
laundry guy Phil, nothing to do with you.  You need to get back to work on
that writing assignment for me."  Phil nods his head at Richard and
swaggers over to his desk as Richard tells me, "Put those things over on my
bed, Oliver.  I'll check then later and, oh yeah, be sure you find out the
day next week I need my laundry done, check with me Tuesday and I'll know
by then.  Thanks, and isn't this much nicer and more civilized?"  I put the
stuff down thinking about my sore ass and then leave without saying a
word. Richard says something to Phil and some chuckling follows. Thinking,
'Fuck you!' It occurs to me as I was walking down the stairs that by not
disagreeing with him, I'd actually agreed to doing Richard's laundry next
week too.  Then I realize that's what he meant right from the beginning.
Who cares. I don't want to think about that now. It's was more fun licking
my lips again thinking about Randy and about what he'd said to me; the
thing about me being the cutest freshman.  Damn, I wish he wasn't in that
relationship he mentioned.  Back to get my clothes, and then I finally can
enjoy the beautiful weather. I take a long ride in my Mini with the top
down, me trying to look bored the way Randy at lunch our first day
suggested was a cool look. Later I find out that my dorm's third floor has
all freshman members of the wrestling team. Swell!  Phil and Richard
looking for trouble, and me in the middle of it.  Oh well, it's just my bad
luck fucking with me again. September goes by fast, even though I check
with Richard each Tuesday and do his laundry the day he tells me, it ain't
enough to detract from the pluses. A big plus is Joey and me doing the
entire bath routine everyday, although there's been no advances on the
intimacy stuff.  I'm pretty sure that my first evaluation is correct:
Joey's straight, but he's an affectionate straight boy and seems truly
grateful for the tender care I'm providing and we've become good friends.
I guess he's comfortable enough with his own sexuality that he has no
trouble handling our minor intimate activities, and maybe he even enjoys
it.  He's going with the flow and I'm enjoying the touching and especially
the finger fucking and the jerking off that I do for him. I know he enjoys
those two things, and why not. I mean the rectum and penis are loaded with
sensitive areas.  He told me a couple of times about the circle jerks he
and his buds did as young teens, so me jerking him off isn't totally a new
concept to Joey.

At times Joey would say certain things that indicates he's aware I'm either
gay or bi, but he never actually uses those words.  I know that he knows
and he knows that I know he knows, but what's the point of bringing it up,
ya know? Why complicate things that are going so well already!.  We're very
tight; one gay, one straight.  You can tell when someone likes you; it's
obvious from the look on their face when you wake up and see each other, or
when we meet after his gymnast stuff. It's the look that says they're real
glad to see you, and the smile.  Hard to fake it. The first weekend in
October is on my mind a lot now because I'm anxious to relieve my built up
sexual tensions.  Jerking off is always fun, but I'm thinking of the full
boat, so ta speak. Alexander blowing me and me fucking him with lots of
making out.  All the stuff that I've come to like doing with cute guys.
Things are fine at school except for the blip of trouble with Richard and
the laundry.  The first Tuesday when I went up to see about doing his
laundry it was just Richard's roommate, Phil, in the room.  He said, "The
laundry's next to the door there.  Richard's decided every Tuesday is going
to be laundry day. If one of us isn't here, come back and try later."
Richard's basket of dirty clothes is there alright, and so is a laundry bag
with more dirty clothes.  "PHIL" is written on the laundry bag with a
permanent marker.  I say, "I'm not doing your dirty launtry, Phil," and he
goes, "Yeah, you are.  Richard told me to put them with his and to make
sure ya know to use separate machines and dryers. Don't get our shit mixed
up."  The fucking nerve of these two is overwhelming.  I start to say
something, but I stutter, and that makes me stop talking.  Phil paid no
attention to me anyway.  He goes, "Oh yeah, the money for both wash loads
is in that brown envelope.  Get moving, I got places I need to be."  With
his hand he made that 'shoo-along' motion.  It's so outrageous, but I grab
the stuff and stalk out of the room.  So now, to keep the peace in the
dorm, I do both of their dirty laundry. The second week when I went to pick
it up Richard was in the room and I tried to complain about having to do
Phil's laundry too.  In a very dismissive manner he told me, "Oh for Christ
sake, all you do is whine.  Phil is taking over the responsibility of
over-seeing your laundry duties because you and I do not work well
together.  So, Phil is doing this for me and as a favor to him I'm letting
him include his laundry for you to do.  What's the big deal?  Ya got to
come up here every week anyway.  You and him can work out the favor he'll
do for you.  Jesus, try to get along Oliver, we're all in this together."

I bite my tongue and just do it.  It takes two minutes to pick it up, two
minutes to put in a washing machine and two minutes to transfer to a dryer.
Folding takes another ten minutes and two minutes more to carry it
upstairs, so all together twenty minutes a week.  Of course, there's the
principal of the matter, but fuck that; I'd rather not make waves and now
nobody from the third floor bothers me at all.  A number of the wrestlers
are real pricks and they bully some of the other kids in the dorm, but not
me because of Richard.  Phil's tough on me right from the start, smacking
my ass twice the first time I did both their laundry because I mixed up a
few things from his wash with Richard's.  He's one tough kid so I quickly
memorized what belongs to who.  It seems like Phil enjoys smacking my ass
because he does it frequently and, unlike Richard, it does turn Phil on.
Twice he not only spanked my ass hard but he made me redo his folding.
Twenty humiliating minutes a week, a few smacks on my ass, and the rest of
the time things are pretty much great at Penn. Overall, a big improvement
over my high school experience. I'm emailing every couple of days with mom
and dad, but only tell them the positive aspects of life at college and
they're thrilled everything's going so wonderfully. They've always been
loving and supportive so why worry them about something they can't do
anything about anyway?

The week before I'm going to see Alexander one of the gymnast gives Joey a
haircut.  The guy's the self-appointed team barber and he cuts all the
gymnasts' hair.  The haircut he gave Joey looks real nice on him; it's
short, but not extreme in any way and his shorter hairs are curly now, as
apposed to wavy like his long hair was, which adds to Joey's cute looks. Or
maybe it's just that the more I like a boy, the cuter I think he
is. Whatever, I enjoy Joey a lot, short hair or long hair.  He needs to see
his doctor back home sometime in October and he's arranged the doctor's
visit during the weekend I'll be in Delaware with Alexander.  Joey will
have only six weeks left to go with the plaster casts on his arms and leg
if all goes well with the doctor's X-rays, and stuff like that. Both of us
are looking forward to him getting the casts off, except that'll end our
bathroom routine along with the finger fucking and jerking off. Still, for
Joey's sake I'm hoping things go well at the doctors. Studying together I'm
in the habit now of propping us up on my bed with pillows so we can read
together and work on problems for our courses on my lap top, side by
side. Often I've got my arm around Joey's neck keeping from falling off the
bed, ya know; both of us leaning against one another.  He likes to rest his
head against the side of my neck right under my jaw when he gets tired and
sometimes he falls asleep like that.  We have a lot of homework so we're
usually studying late at night.  A few nights we sleep together in my bed
fully clothed because we both fall asleep.

We go to class, eat meals in the dining hall, go to gymnastic practice, do
our bath routine, and then closely work together on our homework until Joey
or me falls asleep.  Next day the same thing all over again.  We're
together all the time and we do a lot of touching.  We've become totally
comfortable with each other.  I don't even hide my boners anymore. Joey
gets his own from time to time too, and we don't even comment on them
anymore because they're so common now.  I love all of it, but I'm getting
blue balls from my very real longing for actual gay sex.  My weekend with
Alexander is seven days away, but before that we have a party to go to this
weekend in the gymnast's dorm.  Their actual official team practices begins
Monday and this is their last chance for a booze party till after the
gymnastic season.  As Joey's primary care giver I'm allowed to attend the
party, the only there. It's a gymnast only party; the coaches aren't even
invited. None of the gymnast will be doing any drinking after this party
until their schedule of competitions is over, but they sure drink a lot at
the party.  One of the seniors' lecturers freshman about booze and college.
He tells us that drinking in college is a paradox.  On the one hand
everyone thinks it's the most important part of college, while the other
hand, it is the most important part of college.  Then he goes, "Wait a
fucking second here, that's not a paradox!  Oh well, PARTY!!!"

Another upper classmem yells, "Children listen up.  College is the only
time in your life when you can blame any, and I mean any, boorish,
semi-legal behavior on being, 'so fucking drunk dude, just so fucking
drunk', and people will laugh and think you're way cool. Being drunk is
your excuse."  Upper classmen rule us freshman, but most of them are funny
and the party's a blast. Around eleven o'clock Joey slurs to me that he's
getting extra drunk drinking his beer through a straw, and a gymnast with
us says there's some truth to that; you get drunker drinking beer that way.
Later on one of the older gymnast suggest I get Joey back to our dorm
because he'd begun drooling beer through his nose while at the same time
sucking it through a straw. The kid understates the obvious, saying to me,
"He might be hammered, dude.  Why not wheel him back to his room."  I'm
just sober enough to follow his advise.  As soon as we get in our room Joey
throws-up on himself. Swell!  Vomit don't smell too good.  I'm a bit
hammered myself, but sober enough to realize I need to get him cleaned up
and another bath is probably the easiest way to go about it. It's awkward
trying to get him undressed, and then I get wet getting him into the
bathtub filled with water. He laughingly suggest I get in the bath with
him.  Well, not until I use the handheld shower nozzle to rinse the vomit
off Joey and then drain the tub rinsing the lingering vomit down the drain
as Joey sit in the empty tub dazed. I refill the tub with hot water as Joey
giggles about something and for some reason that strikes me funny. I'm
chuckling at his drunken condition as I get out of my clothes and climb
into the tub with Joey.

Joey lays against me as I'm soaping him up; our bodies sliding together all
wet and slippery. This is the best part of the party. I need to stand at
times, moving around Joey getting him washed, and eventually end up behind
Joey with my back up against the end of the tub and Joey's back against my
chest.  The his curly head bumping against my chin and my nose, but he
smells so good again I don't mind a bit. Moving my head so I can press my
nose against the side of his face, feeling how smooth his skin is, and he
smells so 'Joey'. I guess I'm taking advantage of Joey's extra drunkenness,
but he doesn't seem to mind as his head settles against my shoulder with
the sides of our faces touching.  Still slurring his words Joey murmurs,
"This is nice an' cozy Oliver, except I can feel your boner against my ass,
hee hee."  Yep, it's sideways across his left buttocks with my nuts fitting
in the back of the his ass crack.  I try to speak, but can't because I'm
concentrating so hard trying not to cum. Wrapping him in my arms I savor
the feel of him.  Joey slurs, "You're making me feel sexy, Oliver. Would
you jerk me off again?  Ya know, cause my balls are aching."  Getting
myself under control as much as I possible, I mutter, "Oh, okay, but after
the casts come off you'll need to do this yourself, ya know?" He giggles,
mumbling, "Damn," as I reach down to take his rather firm cock in my fist
and begin stroking this sweet kid's pud and it quickly firms up real hard,
with Joey mumbling, "OOooooooh yeah, Oliver, like that".  Oh my God does
his cock get long and fat.  The uncut skin's still loose enough that it
moves up and down that hard boner easily, on and off his dripping cock
head.  With each stroke now Joey's going, "Oooooo Ahhhhhh". It's not long
before his boner expands so his foreskin no longer covers the whole head of
his cock and I pick up the speed of my stroking with Joey squirming against
me.

Glancing at the mirror above the sink I see our reflection: Joey's tightly
clengthed mouth, his eyes closed as his head's moving back and forth on my
shoulder with his short curls tickling under my jaw and cheek.  As always
his arms lay on his stomach with his hands loosely clapsed together to keep
them from moving.  I wiggle the middle finger of my free hand in the soap
gel and reached under Joey's ass to push it up his hole with him lifting
his ass slightly helping me get my finger inside him. Finger fucking him as
I stroked his cock gets Joey's moving around in the water between my legs,
so I cross my legs over his thighs and lock my ankles.  His back's pushing
against my stomach and chest as he moans with pleasure, but he's
effectively captured within my grasp so I get a second finger up his hole
and match the stroking of his long boner with my finger thrusts in and out
of his asshole.  He immediately groans and calls out my name thrashing
around within my tight hold on him.  The very warm water is deep enough
that only the dark red head of his cock is out of the water. My fingers
penetrate his hole as far up as I can get, hitting his prostate button each
thrust as I continue stroking the skin of his hard boner up and down
steadily, over and over.  Joey's gasping for air, struggling in my tight
hold.  It only takes maybe a minute before his body gets stiff as a steel
wire, his back arches as he bucks his hips squealing out a high pitched
sound and shoots cum straight up in the air. I watch, fascinated as his
string of cum shoot up about three feet and then falls right back down into
the bath water, the creamy cum swirls in the water above our legs making
pretty patterns.  Then with a desperate gasp from Joey, another shorter
string of cum, and then another with Joey quietly moaning now, "Oh Oliver,
oh Oliver".  His strong buttocks closing on my lower hand with each
contraction as his hole closes tightly on my finger with each
ejaculation. I've been right on the edge of organs and then it happens;
feeling that fantastic other worldly sensation of climax, my eyes close
tightly and I can only whimper as cum soars up from my nuts exiting through
my boner into the bath water against Joey's buttocks, and another hard
thrilling sensation in my balls and cock follows and more cum streams out
of my cock with me feeling faint with pleasure. The cum slowly rises to the
top of the bath water forming creamy patterns along side us.  Then I
squeeze out two more smaller drools of sperm grunting with the pleasure
sensations of orgasm, and without thinking I kiss the side of Joey's cheek,
pulling my hands up to hold and his face tightly against mine kissing him
again.

Joey said, "Oooh, man, I feel funny, Oliver."  I kiss him again as more of
his cum drools out the end of that long cock of his. Then I licked the side
of his cheek because I simply can't help myself.  The feel of him, the
smell of him is too enticing.  I know I need to get of myself in check and
with a supreme effort I do, as my orgasm fades. Pulling the plug, I stand
up and rinse us off with the handheld shower, while keeping Joey upright
until I get out of the tub, and try clearing my head. Being kind of drunk
myself, that isn't easy to do, but I grab a towel and dry Joey's torso, and
then mine, so we're not too slippery, and I then manage to get him out of
the tub hopping on his one good leg to the wheelchair where I finish drying
him as best I can. After drying myself, Joey's head lulling to the side, I
push him to the bed, both of us still naked. Joey opens his eyes and
mumbles, "Can you stay with me in my bed awhile, Oliver?  I don't feel too
good." No problem. I get both our naked, still damp bodies under his sheet,
wrap my arms around Joey's chest and hold him against me.  He rustles
around the little bit he can to get snug against me and, just like that, he
goes to sleep.  In the morning we both wake up with a boner and a hang
over.  We don't talk about last night, but Joey's clingy so he doesn't seem
to be upset we're naked together in one twin bed. After a bit, he takes a
deep breath and falls back to sleep. Staying awake for a while I enjoy
being naked in bed with him, and then I fall back to sleep too. After
another hour or so of sleep we get up and have two bottles of warm orange
juice each along with three Tylenol. I go through our bathroom ritual,
minus the bath, taking care of Joey's toilet needs. Then just before
wheeling him back to the bedroom I get a crazy thought and ask, "Joey,
would you mind if I cut your pubes?  It would make taking care of some
stuff easier."  He shrugs muttering, "I'm in your care, Oliver, whatever
works for you is fine with me," and he seems strangely eager to have me do
this.

If I wasn't still a tiny bit under the influence of the beer I probably
wouldn't even have the balls to bring it up, but now I'm glad I did. As I
said, Joey doesn't have any objections to it at all, which I find
curious. Sitting his naked body on the edge of the tub with his legs, and
me, inside the tub. I've got the battery operate barber clipper that I
discovered the first night when I was looking for the handheld shower
nozzle. The nozzle and these clippers were just two items out of about
twenty of the various items provided in this handicap appointed
room. Clicking the clippers on I run them carefully through Joey's pubic
hairs clipping off all of the dark curly hairs. The hairs fall into the tub
and then I wash them down the drain.  He doesn't have any hair on his ass
or his balls so it's just the pubic patch. Joey stares at his shorn pubes
feeling the bristles.  His cock had firmed up noticeably using the clipper
work and he did subtle grunts too as I buzzed away his pubic hairs. Cutting
his pubes, plus Joey's apparent arousal, gave me such a hard throbbing
boner I had to fight down the urge to stroke it. As I mentioned we've come
to take boner as a given. We'd both confirmed to each other that boners are
just going to happen to boys are age; it comes with the territory. A lot of
pubic hairs fell during the clipping from Joey's crotch, and it brought to
mind Frankie's bright red pubes blowing around Frankie and me in the truck
bed at the loading dock as I cut his with scissors, and my boner gets
harder and harder. It's necessary to sit back on my ankles and take a few
deep breaths after a bit.  I'm very stimulated and a little dizzy again
from the overdose of sensations, but finally I'm able to stand-up and get
out of the tub. As I'm putting the clippers back in the drawer, Joey say,
"Boy, this looks cool, dude, but they're scratching my nuts now." He's
still rubbing his fingers around the sandpaper feel of his clipped pubes. I
go, "I'm not done, Joey. Just a minute." Back in the tub I wet his bristly
pubes, lather them with lots of shaving cream, also made available in the
supplies for this handicap room. Massaging the shaving cream all around the
clipped pubs area I need to fight off the urger to stroke his cock with my
slippery fist. Then I get one of the disposable safety razors in with the
rest of the handicap items, and with my left hand holding his cock in a
safe position, meticulously shave him clean as a baby's bottom. It does
look cool and his cock looks longer too. Joey chuckles, muttering, "This is
giving me a hard on Oliver." I grin at him and rinse around his groin and
then dry him. Not wanting to be too obvious, I ignore his 'hard on' comment
and get him dressed. He goes, "Feels good down there, Oliver. Thanks man."
We couldn't do this if he was a functioning gymnast because shaved pubes
would be awkward in the showers with the other gymnast, but he's only a
spectator this year.

After I get dressed, we go out for brunch.  On the way Joey tells me he's
always wanted to shave his pubes, but never had the balls. "It's some kind
of a fetish I've had for years about shaved pubes, and now I finally have
mine shaved. That's why I got a tad excited while you were doing it. And,
haha, now that you started it, Oliver, you'll need to do it once or twice a
week or else they'll get itchy and prickly." I chuckle, mumbling, "The
things I do for you, Joey," wondering, 'If it's a fetish of his, maybe
occasionally he'll spurt some cum when I shave him. Ya know, without me
even stroking his boner'. The next few days are just routine, meaning
they're awesome, and the third day Joey hints around that his nuts are
scratchy. He wants me to shave him again.  All through the saving he grunts
and hisses air through his teeth and sure enough, now that he's told me
about his fetish he feels comfortable letting his fantasy take wings and
his cock gets real hard, I drag out the process feeling around with my
fingers, purring, "Smooth as a baby," and he humps his hips, almost sliding
off the edge of the tub, and shoots a long stream of spunks that arches
upward and comes down on my shoulder... hot!  When he's doing the
spontaneous spunking he moans out my name, stretching it out, "Ooooolliver"
and I stroke his boner for him finishing off his climax with spunk drooling
down my fist. My boner throbs but doesn't spontaneously climax; I need to
do that alone in the bathroom after cleaning Joey up and getting him in
boxer shorts, and on the bed for our homework. That night I have a vivid
dream that I'm sucking his cock and nuts and licking all around his belly
and down in the shaved area. Joey really turns me on, but it's illogical
for him not to know I'm gay by now, and questions about him being gay come
to mind as well. He seems happy with the status quo, so I'll leave it at
that, for now.

This Saturday we begin our weekend apart; Joey's doctor's visit and my
Alexander visit.  I'm gulping with excitement about a sexy time with
Alexander, but already miss Joey at the same time.  Friday night, during
his bath, Joey says, "Fuck, Oliver, I'm just realizing how much I'm going
to miss you the next two days.  You're the first gay friend I've ever had
and I have to tell you, you've changed my mind about gays.  You're the
nicest guy I've ever met and it's obvious how conscientious you are about
my care.  I just want to say thank you. and no joking around about it."
Well, that's a random comment, one I let slide.  We goof off with the
whacking off because we're not doing anything wrong; just pleasuring
ourselves. Joey get's his rocks off, and I get mine off a little later in
the bathroom alone. I heard the 'gay friend' comment loud and clear, so no
more dancing around that topic I guess. It's actually an easy way to come
'out' to Joey; not protesting his conclusion that I'm gay, I mean. Washing
his shaved groin area I confirm his deduction, looking him in the eyes,
saying, "It's very openminded of you to allow a gay guy to do this for ya?"
Joey tells me he does't mind as long as the gay guy is me.  He went on to
tell me that all my hugging and little kisses make him feel good, just as
my hand jobs make him feel good.  He tells me he's always been a
touch-feely kid anyway and he's never got nearly the hugging from friends
he'd like. We've become tight enough for him to express himself like this
without feeling weird, but there's still been no mention of a girlfriend
and me asking him point blank about it seems too obvious a question. I mean
it'd seem like I'm fishing for information regarding his sexuality. He also
tells me, quite seriously, " Before my accident, Oliver, I was a world
class jerk off fanatic; a couple of times a day at least. Then the accident
and I had to stop cold turkey and I was in misery, so when you volunteered
to do it for me, I almost cried I was so grateful and relieved; you can't
imagine my distress after a month." Well, yeah I can, but I just chuckle at
his true confession. When he tells me that me stroking him off is the
hottest thing he'd experienced so far in life, I think to myself, 'Maybe
he's gay, but hasn't figured it out yet.'

Joey's mother came for him Saturday morning; she looks at me suspiciously,
and asks, "Are you keeping your word, Arthur?  Are you taking care of
Joseph's basic needs?"  I go, "Oh, yes ma'am," and Joey grins, chirping,
"It's the best care I've ever had."  I push Joey's wheelchair to the car
and help him in his seat, then put the collapsable wheelchair in the trunk
of the car. We say goodbye and then I watch him as his mother drives
away. He watches me watch him. Joey looks sad, but just before turning the
corner he gives me a beautiful smile and a nod of his head. Damn, I like
him! Later today I'm driving down to Delaware for my rendezvous with
Alexander North.  I'm wicked excited and a little nervous, not being at all
sure how this adventure with him will work out.

to be continued... Chapter 14 (Alexander) Donny Mumford thinay20@yahoo.com

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