Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2012 05:32:01 -0700 (PDT) From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com> Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 18 (More Joey and Randy) by Donny Mumford OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 18 (Joey's Surprisse) by Donny Mumford As the days drift by routinely, it's business as usual with the regular bathing and boners and all that goes with those deals. Occasionally I'll wonder if I might be falling in love with Joey, but I don't know how to tell if I am or if I've just grown close to him because of all the intimate touching necessary in taking care of his hygiene and horny needs. Fantasizing him being gay gets me chastising myself for building false hopes. Joey and my fairly tight daily schedule doesn't fluctuate much. We do a lot of laughing so it's mostly fun not drudgery, and then there's a lot of studying every night too which would be drudgery except for doing it together. We always study at night after all the nursing duties are completed, both the regular nursing duties as well as the extraordinary ones. I'm enjoying our time together although it doesn't allow me much time to make friends. Joey seems to enjoy being with me too, although I'm never sure. It's not like he tells me he thinks our time together is great or anything like that, and the fact he's so dependent on me is maybe the reason he seems to enjoy being together. We study in bed and often one or the other of us falls asleep before we're done so we end up in the same bed for the night. It's impossible to appreciate how comfortable the two of us have become with each other unless you experienced our lives yourself. Our physical closeness much of the time is probably accepted so readily by me because I'm gay and very fond of Joey. Joey's comfort level, being straight, is harder to understand. He's totally dependent on me for help with every type of bodily function there is, but it's helped that we bonded from the start. Since pretty early on we've been totally honest with each other about everything, and that's helped us bond too. Our situation is a unique and I personally think it's a beautiful thing too. He constantly kids me about being gay and about how much I must be enjoying all the nursing responsibilities that require bodily contact with him, and I kid him about his helplessness and how he's a total pain in the ass to take care of, which we both know isn't true. So Joey and me are closer than close, but the only actual sex we do together is me jerking him off once or twice a day. Okay, it's pretty much twice a day now. He, of course, is incapable of reciprocating and that's fine, I don't mind. Our affection for one another always seems to be there because of the necessity of our physical closeness. We'll rest our cheeks or our heads together in bed or bath, or whenever it's convenient and comfortable to do so; it doesn't seem like we ever have an awkward moment because of physical contact, but occasionally it seems Joey has things on his mind and he can be quiet for a few hours at a time. I assume it's something to do with the loss of his friend in the accident so don't intrude on his thoughts. We don't express affection verbally, like saying, 'I love ya, man' or 'You're an awesome friend,' although Joey's alway quick to say thank you for my help. We're rarely sentimental is what I'm saying; it's much more likely we'll brake each others balls about stuff for laughs. Oh what the hell, I have a good time with Joey and I wouldn't change much even if I could. He's never said it right out, but as I've indicated, I think Joey's having a good time too, considering the situation he's in. Obviously he'd rather not have two broken elbows and a broken knee cap, but considering everything I think Joey's happy with the way things have worked out. It's all about as good as one could hope for, but we're both looking forward to Thanksgiving break just the same. We need a holiday from college and to reconnect with our families. And for Joey, the most important aspect of Thanksgiving break is he'll be getting all three casts removed forever; maybe as soon as the very first day he's home. In any case Thanksgiving break is still a couple of weeks away and Randy and I are still unable to arrange a time and a place to get together. It's complicated by two factors: one, Randy's busy schedule which includes gymnastic practice, as well as a heavy college schedule and, two, my responsibilities taking care of Joey. So we haven't hooked up yet, but naturally I see him at practice and we talk. Other than that, Randy being a junior and me being a freshman limits the opportunities for us to be at same place at the same time. However, on the tenth day after the equipment room blow job, Randy does have a break in practice. It's rare that the equipment room isn't a busy place, but on this day apparently all the planets are aligned just right or something and we do get together, sort of. Randy arranged, as co-captain of the team, for the room to be off limits while he's allegedly inventorying equipment. He looks over at me on the other side of the gym nodding his head in the direction of the equipment room and I let myself get excited that this might be finally it. Sauntering towards the equipment room I'm hoping it becomes my substitute for the truck bed on the loading dock with Frankie. The second I walk through the door Randy grabs me and we recreate our make out of ten days earlier, included him finger fucking me again, and another hickey for my neck. All in all I get dizzy with sexual pleasure brought on by Randy's sexual activities on my body. Then he unexpectedly gets down in front of me and blows my socks off sucking my cock. It isn't as sexy a blow job as Alexander's, but this is Randy sucking my cock and that's where my socks getting blown off comes in. Randy is sexier than Alexander and I'm not sure I can articulate exactly why that is, or if there's even that much difference between them sexiness-wise, although I'd have to say Randy is cuter, but Alexander is a extremely handsome boy too. They're quite different looking, but they have one thing in common; they both like to be in charge and control the sex and that's erotic to me. Alexander wasn't the take charge type in Wildwood, but he's become the take charge type since then. Playing with Randy's beautiful blond hair while he sucks my boner is erotic too and more than a little bit of a thrill, and it has something to do with him being a junior and me being a freshman; at this university that's a big deal. When I first laid eyes on Randy I thought he was the cutest, hottest guy I'd ever seen; then, not only does he turn out to be gay, but he's sucking my cock. I'm literally pulling a fistful of his hair stifling a scream as I shoot my load. My shoulders shudder wildly as a strong stream of cum fills his mouth; he directs my second spurt to the side of his head as he swallows my first shot. Randy then puts my boner back in his mouth and sucks out another mouthful of cum from my nuts with some of it drooling out the corners of his lips. More sucking to totally milk my ball dry and I need to sit down because I feel so weak. I'm sitting on a pile of floor mats gasping for breath as Randy tells me that I have the best tasting cum he's ever swallowed. I mumble, "I bet you tell all the freshman you blow the same fucking thing." He laughs and again tells me my half-boyfriend's a fool for not appreciating me. Hey Frankie, that's you he's talking about. Jeez, I definitely need to chill with my Frankie fantasizing. Three days after that blow job in the equipment room, I'm helping Joey hop on his good leg from his wheelchair to sit at a table with the coaches when I spot Randy doing that thing with his index finger, wiggling it towards him meaning I should come to him. Pointing at myself to be sure he means me, he nods his head, mouthing, 'Yes you, dummy.' I chuckle walking towards him trying to be as casual as I know how. He puts his arm around my waist and, walking me away from the main area, whispers, "I can get out an hour early from practice today. My roommate's already left for our weekend competition at Yale, soooo, do you want to play in my dorm room a little? Do ya want another blow job or would you settle for me fucking your brains out?" Swallowing hard then trying to say as a joke that I'm busy this afternoon it comes out as a gasp instead. He says, half laughingly, "Don't you dare disappoint me, Oliver. I've been all worked up about this from the minute I knew I'd be getting excused early. I've thought up some surprises for you 'cause you need a little bit of control in your sex life and I'm just the guy to provide it." This has me very excited so I said each word carefully, not wanting to stutter, "We're at a prestigious Ivy League University so my choice is that thing you mentioned that involves my brains." Randy replies, "Good choice. You know where my room is, I'll see ya there about five o'clock." I'm excited yes, but also nervous and a little scared; all the things I usually feel about any new experience, but I managed to say, "Can't wait". Randy squeezes my ass quickly and then he's off and running. It's exciting to know Randy's been planning this with me in mind. Damn, Randy Rider fucking me, oh my God. My first fuck since my Delaware trip and I'm horny for it. Then something makes me look up and, from the other side of the gym, Joey's staring at me; he's the only one in the gym who noticed Randy and me together just now. The gym's a beehive of activity, everyone fully engaged in what they're doing, except Joey. Doing a dumb nervous smile at him, Joey just stares back at me. He looks confused or angry maybe, and then he turns his back on me to watch a gymnast doing a floor exercise. Hmmmm? That look from Joey is disconcerting. What could it mean? He knows I'm gay and everyone in gymnastics knows Randy's gay, so if Randy has his arm around my waist whispering to me, why would Joey care? You know what; I'll ask him, it's that simple. 'Joey, why'd ya give me that look when I was with Randy Rider, dude?' That's exactly how I'll put it as soon as we're alone. For now I've got two hours all to myself. What a luxury. Fridays are always the best day of the week anyway because I only have one course scheduled for Fridays and then it's the weekend. Sweet! I'm going to get a haircut now because Alexander's haircut don't look exotic, as Randy called it, anymore. It's growing in ragged-looking and I want it to look neat at the very least. And, this isn't to please Randy. Not just to please Randy, I care about looking neat; well, I do sometimes. Driving my mini to the campus barbershop a negative aspect of my life slips into my consciousness. That fucking laundry detail! It's usually pushed back in my mind. It's the one bad thing going on in my life right now and I can handle it. Overall the situation has been almost okay the last few weeks. Nothing has occurred like that big spanking of a few weeks back. Of course, the world's biggest prick, Phil, insists on that extra little humiliation for me every week now. The one where I need to lay my chest on his desktop with my pants down after putting all the clean clothes away so Phil can check to see I did everything correctly. He can't resist at least a couple of hard smacks on my ass each week, but there hasn't been anything like that real bad experience of a few weeks ago. All the same, I think he is one sick motherfucker! Forcing the laundry mess out of my mind I park the car and walk inside the barbershop checking out the guys. Zero cute guys here and after my haircut I check out the street mall and don't see any cute guys there either. It never ceases to amaze me how rare really cute guys are. That fact makes me appreciate the boys qualifying for a ten in cuteness, with Randy being right in the middle of that group. Buying a coffee from a pastry shop and then taking it outside to drink while I smoke a cigarette 'cause coffee and cigarettes go good together. Sitting on a bench enjoying the thought of getting fucked later this afternoon, I have a nice time imagining Randy plugging my ass with his big cock. Ive got some nice boner action going for me from thinking about being controlled sexually by him. With a hand in my pocket playing with myself, I think more about my favorite topic, which is gay sex. Alexander fucked me real good and exactly the way he wanted to do it too. But, like I said, that was more than a month ago now and until today I thought I'd have to wait until I saw Alexander over the Thanksgiving holiday before I could experience that particular sexy thrill again; the one known as getting fucked good. Damn, I'm glad Alexander decided he wanted to be a top! I don't have to wait for Alexander to do me because Randy is taking care of business and my balls buzz just thinking again about him doing it to me. Then I think about something I've wondered occasionally; am I some kind of sex fiend? Do I need sex more often than everybody else? Jeez, I gotta hope I'm not since I've gotten laid exactly once since last June. We've emailed each other, Alexander and me, and made plans for a night together when I'm home for Thanksgiving so I have that for sure. We made those plans the week after I spent two nights with him. He wants me to go with him to some kind of a costume party at the private gay club he belongs to. Maybe I'll even see Spunky again and I'd like to. It'll be great having Alexander to do me again; I can compare it with the way Randy does me. Now I'll have something to compare to Alexander's fucking. It's much different than Chris' fuck was. As I finished my coffee I think, 'Hmmm, maybe thinking about sex all the time qualifies as over-sexed even if I've only been fucked once since June. Nah, that's stupid, I'm fine.' Finishing my second cigarette my cell phone rings. It's Bob Numan, one of the gymnast, who tells me he's taking Joey back to our dorm room early because Joey is feeling sick to his stomach. Joey asked him to call me so I can meet them there. I'm concerned about this because it's so unlike Joey; he always perseveres through all kinds of unpleasant aches and pains without a whimper. Whatever this latest problem is it must be serious, especially since he asked to leave gymnastic practice, and he loves practice so that tells me it's serious right there. I run all the way and get back to the dorm before they do. Sitting on the steps outside the dorm I'm apprehensive with a nervous stomach, also I'm trying to remember what my Ass Group instructional booklet said about emergency medical care. Then Joey's wheelchair comes around the corner and I of to meet them. "Hi, Bob. Thanks for bringing Joey over here. What's up Joey? How ya feeling." Joey's looking down as he mutters, "Can we just get inside, please." Bob tells me Joey complained of being sick to his stomach and dizzy. After thanking Bob again I get Joey inside. Inside Joey says, "I think I just need to lay down. Will you lay with me, Oliver?" I get him in bed on top of the covers and lay down on my side next to him. On a twin bed you pretty much have to be next to whoever you're on the bed with. Joey doesn't want to talk right now, but he wiggles right up next to me, his back against my chest, and stays there. His body's tense and stiff and that worries me, but if he won't talk I can't very well figure out what's wrong with him. What the hell should I do? Worried, as I said, but I also have this creepy feeling that something isn't right here, and I only say that because Joey's acting differently than ever before. So, something new is up, but what? As I was contemplating that, I actually doze off for a while and then snapping awake and checking the time; it's ten minutes to five and I'm suppose to meet Randy at five. Joey's still right up against me as I ask, "You awake, Joey?" He mutters, "Please stay with me Oliver. I'm still feeling strange." Well, what the fuck can I do, he needs me so I put my arm over his chest and he snuggles in even tighter. Damn, just feeling that hard ass of his up against my me is hot, but I'm getting another frigging boner and my boner's the last thing Joey needs to feel right now. Yeah, but he seems to be pressing against it. Letting out a long, quiet wheezy breath, I try to relax wondering how I can get a message to Randy telling him Joey's sick and I can't meet him. The last thing I want Randy to think is I blew him off, and I don't mean that kind of blow. Maybe he saw Bob wheeling Joey out of the gym earlier. No, Randy wouldn't see that because he works out with the seniors at another part of the gym so it's a long-shot he'll know the reason I didn't show up. Fuck! Randy's probably waiting in his dorm getting madder and madder at me. Why does this stuff always happen to me. I'm frustrated, then furious, and then I feel guilty because Joey's sick; he is sick, right?. Now why would I question that? Just disappointed I'm missing out on this golden opportunity with Randy, I guess. I haven't met many college students who aren't always tired because of all the studying we do, as well as, too much partying. Partying is an unwritten obligation for most college students. Sleep gets pushed aside, but with Joey and me it isn't so much that we party a lot, but rather that the gymnastic team takes up so much of our free time we're always up late studying and doing assignments. Anyway, a college student laying in bed at any time of the day or night will fall asleep; it's inevitable and that's what Joey and me do too. Next time I wake-up it's quarter to six. I can't tell if Joey's still sleeping or not, he's still laying right up against me, but not moving so he's probably sleeping. I'm thinking if I can somehow get over to Randy's dorm before six I'd be able to explain why I missed our date. "You asleep Joey?" I ask quietly. He rustles around and mumbles, "I was," and I ask if he'd be alright for fifteen minutes so I can run over to tell Randy Rider something. Joey asks the time and when I tell him he goes, "Oh, it's almost six o'clock. I'll be okay, but don't be long because I'm still a little dizzy". Carefully I slide off Joey's bed and into the bathroom to hurriedly try straightening up my appearance. My haircut's still short of course, but now it's more of a normal short haircut. The shaved outline around my hairline had grown in and after today's haircut it blends in with the rest of my hair. Looking in the mirror at myself I do a double take realizing my haircut's pretty much like Frankie's because it's sticking up on top . Isn't that a coincidence and it makes me want to see his red hair again, and everything that goes with it too, and sometime real soon. Brushing my hair up like the barber did and it's basically a flattop. How 'bout that. Hey, I gotta get going. Telling Joey I'll be right back I leave the dorm and run the short distance to Randy's dorm and get there a little before six. Joey isn't going with the gymnastic team on this overnight trip, but the rest of the gymnastic team are leaving on buses before seven o'clock. Randy's roommate is a team manager and he left earlier today to be there for some reason or other. Knocking on Randy's door, then after a full minute knocking again. Nothing but silence. I missed him, but going downstairs I get the idea to check the equipment room. Inside the gymnasium I hear something and when I look in the room there's Randy standing on a stool reaching to get a duffel bag off a shelf. I say, "Randy, I'm so sorry I didn't make it over at five o'clock, my roommate got sick and I don't have your cell phone number so I ran over here as soon as I could to tell ya I can't make it. I mean, um, well, you know, I couldn't make it on time." Randy looks over his shoulder, "Yeah, I heard about it, Oliver. No problem. come on over here." He looks so cute standing on that stool wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, gym shorts, and sneakers. His body's so perfect I want to wrap it up in my arms. He's wearing a baseball cap turned backwards on his head. When I walk over, he says, "Closer, Oliver. I want a hug." It's odd because standing on that little stool he's now a couple of inches taller than me, instead of the other way around. He hugs me wrapping his strong arms around me pinning my arms to my side as he whispers in my ear, "You look good enough to eat. I like your new haircut too." His lips move against my ear, then he licks my ear and it gives me shivers all down my back. Randy's voice is low and sexy as he continues whispering in an breathless manner, his lips still caressing my ear, "You need to be under a little bit of control to enjoy sex to the fullest, don't you Oliver? You like to be told what to do, don't ya?" As I try to think of an appropriate response to that I discover it's difficult to breath all of a sudden. He's being so hypnotic I'm only able to sputter out, "What," which I always say when I can't think how I should respond to something. He smells so good and so sexy as I stand motionless, wrapped-up in his arms so tightly. Randy whispers, "Don't you, Oliver?" and I nod my head up and down once. He goes, "You're going to be my secret boyfriend, who I'm going teach some sexy stuff. It'll get you so hot you'll have a hard time believing it, and I do mean hard time. Do you want me to do that, Oliver?" What I want is to stay wrapped in his arms listening to him whisper dirty sexy stuff in my ear while I'm inhaling his aroma and pressing my thigh against his cock, but what I do is nod my head again. It isn't a new thing for me to get mesmerized by a hot sexy guy; I've realized for a while now that I like being submissive to certain types, and Randy's certainly one of those types. A mean tattooed leather freak with chains and whips would have me running for my life, but someone like Randy who I know isn't dangerous can really have his way with me. It's part of the reason I sometime worry that I'm over-sexed. Actually, it's my dream to have a controlling gay lover. If that someone turns out to be Randy Rider so much the better because I can't even fantasize anyone hotter than Randy. In a voice so low I can barely hear him, Randy says, "I have to meet for a captains meeting in ten minutes so I can't do it now, but when I get back we'll find a time and a place for me to fuck you like nobody's fucked you before. You're going to experience sexual feelings you don't even knew exist. You'll be whimpering my name and begging me to do you again." He kisses my forehead and licks all the way across it as I'm panting, pressing my forehead against his lips. "Lift your face, Oliver," and when I do he sucks on my mouth, then just my top lip, then my tongue until I feel my wet boner move in my shorts and all ten of my toes curl up tight in my sneakers. Randy holds me against him with one arm and with the other he forces his hand inside the waistband at the back of my pants and cups my bare buttock, then squeezes it with his strong hand. I moan, "Ohhhh," then, "Ow, that hurts". He squeezes once more and then just holds my buttock with his finger at my hole as he sucks on my neck, under my chin. Pushing his finger inside me my toes straightened out and I go up on them as Randy roughly finger fucks me and as soon as the one finger is smoothly going in and out of me he forces in a second. I sputter, "Ah, ahh, oh, that hurts too...". His methodical penetration of my hole creates sweat for a natural lubricant and he's soon penetrating deeper inside me with both fingers. Every few thrust he massages my prostate with the tip of one finger and I go, "Ohh, ahh, oh that feels good." A minute later I mumble, "I'm going to cum, Randy," and right after that my back arches and my hips buck and cum shoots from my pulsating cock as Randy continues thrusting his fingers far up my hole while sucking on my neck. Another long moan from me as more cum pumps up from my nuts and my shoulders shudder as my pants absorb another spurt of spunk and it's a close call, but I almost black out. Shooting my climax I'm standing on my toes making quiet squeals from the same throat Randy's sucking on. It seems as though I shot out an awful lot of cum saturating my jockey shorts. I squeeze out a lot of spurts, big and small, filling-up my shorts with my creamy spunk. Everyone of those shots was so hot and felt so good I'm still moaning quietly leaning into Randy as if my life depended on it. Such an excellent feeling and it lasted quite awhile too, but I'm jittery now that the waves of pleasure have abated. Randy pulls his shorts and underwear down on his thighs, and says, "Suck me off quick, Oliver. I only got a few minutes." I don't even think of protesting; Randy has spoken. With him on the stool still, I get on my knees with my head back and it's a more comfortable position for sucking him off then when he's standing on the floor; I need to hunch down then. His crotch smells so excellent because he'd taken a shower recently, but it's his real odor that I'm smelling now, not soap and not sweat, just him. His cock's already as hard as mine got before I blew my load. Getting right into it I lap his balls a few times, then really got into rimming him, getting my tongue up inside his hole about an inch. Randy groans, "Oh fuck, yeah," and a minute later "I can't wait any longer, Oliver. Suck my cock." and that's what I do until it's sloppy with spit and he pulls my head, pressing my face against he's pubic hair, then he fucks my throat rapidly. He fucks my throat in almost a frenzy with me almost losing consciousness from lack of oxygen. He fucks it until he cums and it's a big, long load of spunk choking me. As I'm gagging, like last time cum is sucked up my sinuses and out my nose. His cock is thrusting roughly, ramming down my throat, back and forth shooting shorter spurts of cum as Randy loudly exhales the breath he's been holding through his orgasm. My nose is stuffed with Randy's spunk so when he withdraws his cock, stroking it, I blow through my nose real hard, stopping up my ears, as cum sprays out both nostrils and when my airway's clear I inhale delicious oxygen. Everything sounds like it's coming from far, far away until my ears drum pop and I can hear clearly again. Randy's hyperventilating, taking fast little breaths for maybe a minute as I sit back on my heels and look up at his cute face. Then, maybe a minute later, he slows down to take deep breaths and his body relaxes as he looks down at me, saying, "Oh wow, Oliver, I love you sucking my cock. But damn, I was so excited about fucking you. Well, it won't be long my skinny buddy, soon as we can arrange it I'll fuck you hard. I'm gonna be rough with you because I can see you crave it like that. I gotta run now though. Oh, by the way, I'm getting back with Danny, but don't worry I'm gonna have me a cute freshman on the side. I would'a told you about it this afternoon, but you're roommate got sick. We'll talk when I get back." Then he takes a used Kleenex from his pocket and wipes at my face and nose with it for a bit. Giving up on the cum clean-up, he mumbles, "Oliver, we're going to have so much fun. Trust me. You need a controlling influence in your sex life and I'm going to be it. Wait till I tie you up tight, and then fuck you hard. Think about that. You have no idea how hot I'm going to get you." I'm in a silent daze as he leans down and gives me a big kiss on my lips; then, instead of leaving, he lifts my head with his index finger under my chin, muttering, "Whoa. I've been trying to build a hickey on your neck that will match the one I saw on you after the three day weekend. This hickey I got going on you is pretty good, but," and he leans down to suck on it some more. Sitting still for him, he sucks on my neck for almost another full minute as I inhale his aroma and feel my dick firming up again. Moaning quietly with my hands holding onto Randy's shoulders, he could be a vampire and I wouldn't care because I'm totally under Randy Rider's spell. As far as I'm concerned whatever he wants to do to me is fine with me. When he's done he gives me the warmest, sweetest smile, saying, "I'm so lucky, Oliver. You're the most perfect boyfriend on the side ever," and he's off and running. When I watch him leave, I move over and sit on the same stool Randy stood on, and try clearing my head. I honestly feel like I'm hypnotized. It's the dreamiest feeling and it has everything to do with Randy whispering to me and holding me so tightly in those strong arms of him. My hole's burning a little now and my hickey stings, but I'm in a sexy, dreamy mood just the same. Actually, I sorts of feel glassy eyed for a while and then the fog begins to lift and I notice the wet cum in my pants has cooled off, and think, 'Boyfriend on the side? What'd he say?' Standing now, I walk unsteadily over to lean up in the lavatory at the end of the hall. Checking my watch, I've been gone a half hour, so I run back to the room hoping Joey's sleeping again. He isn't sleeping. He's laying on his side staring at the door as I walk through it. "I've had to take a piss for quite some time, Oliver. Where you been?" He has watery eyes and that crying-whine in his voice. What the hell's going on with Joey? I tell him I'm sorry to hear that, but Randy was telling me about his gymnastic team's competition at Yale and I lost track of time. Joey has this funny expression on his face and I'm feeling guilty for lying, so I babble something about maybe Randy and me can be friends, "You know, Joey, like gay friends". He sputters out, "Don't tell me about your fag stuff. I don't want to hear it and please don't be so fucking obvious and gross. Put a bandage over that disgusting hickey and change your pants." Looking down I see a wet cum stain has soaked through near my right thigh. Joey finishes with, " But, before any of that, I need to take a piss!" He's never been in this kind of bad mood before so I just keep quiet and help him pee. Holding his dick for him so he doesn't pee outside the toilet bowel, like I always do, but this time we don't rest our heads next to each other. He's very tense, his body's like a taut wire. "Do you want to get some dinner, Joey?" I ask in a quiet voice. He answers in an annoyed one, "If you can spare the time, yes I would. Haven't eaten all day." We finish his piss, then I put a bandage on my hickey, change my underwear and jeans and push Joey's wheelchair through the chilly evening to the dining hall in silence. Joey had breakfast with me this morning and he'd said he wasn't hungry at lunch, so it isn't my fault he hasn't eaten, but what would it accomplish reminding him of that? We have a quick, silent dinner and then back to the room where I ask if he wants to go to a mixer at a big fraternities on campus; they've been promoting it all week. It's at one of the boat houses on the river and they'll be a live band, roast beef sandwiches, and a keg of beer. Joey mumbles something about preferring to go on line because he needs to connect with real friends. The way he said it implies he doesn't have a real friend here, I guess. Not wanting to fight with him, but I have no idea why he's mad at me. Well, I don't want to go to the mixer alone and I can't leave him anyway so what the fuck, I'll go outside to smoke and try to figure out what's going on here. It's a little too chilly outside to really enjoy sitting on the step smoking, but I can't come up with anything better to do and I don't want to be in the room with him while he's in this miserable mood. While smoking my second cigarette my cell phone rings and I see it's Frankie. So, Frankie's calling me. That's odd because Darleen forbid him to even email me, never mind call me. Hmmm, "Hello, this is a strange coincidence because I know another guy named Frankie Nerney. This couldn't be he, however, because his girlfriend won't allow him to communicate with the likes of me. The Frankie Nerney I know has the brightest, shiniest red hair I ever saw and he wears Harry Potter glasses. He is so cute I can't even tell ya. I got my haircut just like his, so what do ya think about that? What color's your hair stranger?" Frankie says, "Oliver, don't be like that. I'm your Frankie and I called to tell you that you've been right about everything from the start and that the girl you mentioned is now really, really, really history; she's yesterday's news and outa-here baby! I swear to you it's true. It's you and me now, Oliver, you and me. Is that okay with you? You got your haircut like mine, really?" Frankie has a cute voice. I probably mentioned that thing about a boy's voice before. Yeah, seriously, guys can have a cute sounding voice, and I don't mean cartoon-character cute, but youthful and boyish and excited and maybe a little squeak in it if he gets nervous or speaks too quickly, like that. Frankie always sounds cute, in person or on the phone. I bite my lip and squint my eyes because Frankie wiggled his way into my heart early on and I learned what I think being in love is from the way I feel about him, that's what I call love. He also has caused me more heartache then any other person on the planet 'cause love hurts too, ya know. Remaining calm because I'm maturing a little now and because Frankie has built my hopes up a number of times before, then sends them crashing down the next day. Keeping it light, I go, "This is my Frankie, you say? The boy who I worked with on the loading dock and swapped spit with and the one who's pubes I had to cut off to get to a splinter near his nuts so I could save his life. That Frankie? Is that what you're telling me?" I'm a little nervous, but my voice doesn't sound nervous. My fingers are shaking, my stomach's turning over and I pretty much don't know what to do or say, but my voice doesn't sound nervous; I don't think it does anyway. Frankie is always catching me totally off guard, and that holds true for as long as I've known him. He doesn't do it on purpose I don't think, it's just him. I want to start the whole conversation over from the beginning and stop trying to be funny. I want to say, 'Thank God Frankie, I love you,' but it isn't so easy to do after being disappointed in the past with Frankie. He says, "Don't be mad at me Oliver. You have reasons to be mad at me, but please don't be. You were right about you and me. I'm only sorry I couldn't see that sooner." I told him I'm just messing around like we always use to do, but that I'm happy to hear from him and that I'm not mad at him. Frankie's acting very contrite, but the call soon begins breaking up because my cell phone needs to be charged. He makes me promise to drive up to see him the first day I can during Thanksgiving break, which of course I promise to do. When we say goodbye I think the last thing he says is, 'I love you, Oliver,' but it's hard to tell because the signal is very weak. But seriously, it sorta sounded like that and what else could it have been? Naturally I light up another cigarette right after saying goodbye because I'm wired now and don't know what to make of it, and lighting a cigarette is at least something to. Standing up and walking in a circle trying to figure out how I should feel about this. Was this finally the real thing like Frankie said it was? Do I still love Frankie like I thought I did a couple months ago? I know I don't love Alexander, especially the new Alexander, but sex with him is almost as hot as it gets. I kinda get off on his bossy ways, ya know. I'm definitely infatuated with the idea of sex with Randy, but not necessarily Randy the person, per se. Wonder if I could ever fall in love him with? Don't know, but he's funny and nice and awfully cute. And, what about my little brother Joey inside the dorm there? My Joey with a hair up his ass about something at the moment? How do I feel in my heart of hearts about Joey? I've never let myself really ponder too deeply into those kinds of feelings about Joey because I've been pretty sure he's straight from day one. I always thought Frankie had gay tendencies so I let my fantasies about the two of us wander all over the place. This latest Frankie development is very exciting though, and I want to share this news with someone, maybe with Joey. But why's he mad at me anyway? I'm going in and find out right now! Joey's still emailing with his high school buds so I sit on my bed staring at his back. What could be wrong? I should be the one who's pissed-off at him for the way he's treating me, and after everything I've done for him! But, ya know, I really care for him and I'm worried he's acting like this because he received some bad news or something like that, and he's just taking it out on me because he's frustrated and helpless and doesn't know what else to do. Truth is, he has to have a good reason for acting like this. Joey's too sweet a kid to act like a dick. I know him by now so something has gone wrong in his life and I'm going to help him with it. I'm sticking by Joey! This Frankie thing popping up in my life again should have me jumping for joy except I'm cautious now. Frankie has issues that keep getting in the way of logic and getting in the way of the obvious too. But damn, he makes me tingle all over and I want to taste his saliva again and feel his red flattop and rub my nose against his forehead to inhale his wonderfully sexy natural odor. Frankie makes my knees weak and my pecker hard and my balls vibrate and my stomach feel funny. He fucked me that time, although he needed my assistance to get started, but he finished it and I can't ever remember a stronger climax than the one he gave me with that erotic screwing; screwing me with that perfect hard cock of his. Having Frankie's cock inside me was an indescribably delicious feeling and my whole body was alive with the kind of sensations I normally only feel just in my dick when I climax. My whole body felt that way when Frankie fucked me. I'm enjoying this trip down memory lane with Frankie and me headlining the show, when Joey asks, "Why are you staring at me, Oliver? I can feel it on the back of my neck." I tell him I'm waiting for him to finish his on line business so I can talk to him about why he's treating me so badly. Joey rolls his dark blue eyes and shakes his head slightly, then slowly says, "I study with you every night so I know how bright you are, how your mind absorbs the material, analyzes it and comes up with the proper conclusion so quickly, it amazes me. I thought I was smart in high school, but you're smarter, I can see that, but you don't know shit about real life. You're dumb when it comes to common sense." And now he has tears in his eyes as he finishes by saying, "Something must have disconnected in your brain and you simply can't read people. I'm not sure what it is, Oliver, but something is fucked up in your head. Nobody can be this dense." I go, "What?" and Joey says, "Do you really think, in your wildest imagination, that a straight kid would do all the sexy things with you that I do? Well, do you?" I say, "Huh?" He shakes his head again, and says, "I'm gay. I've been gay. I've know I'm gay for a few years, but I want to stay in the closet until I feel more comfortable with it. I'm not like you running up to everyone you see announcing, "I'm gay, I'm gay!" I mutter, "I don't do that. You're gay?" Joey uses a patient voice, saying, "I know you're surprised, Oliver, that's what's so weird. Don't ya see it? I love all our physical contact as much as you." My head hurt as I try to remember to keep my mouth closed because when something takes me competely by surprise my mouth hangs open like I'm a toad. "So, you're saying you're gay. Right?" Joey's frustrated now, "Jesus H Christ, Oliver, how much plainer do I need to be? Yes, I'm gay. I didn't know I was gay at age nine or whatever age you claim you knew it at, but I've known it for awhile now. When I started dating at sixteen or so my buddies and I would discuss our dates from the night before and I'd be like, to myself, 'I must have the wrong girl'. My friends were all worked up talking about copping a feel and so forth while I'm thinking how gross it was to French kiss with my date, and copping a feel never even entered my mind. Staying stupid, I say, "You did a lot of dating with girls?" and Joey begins talking to me now like he's explaining something to a four year old. "Yes, I tried dating girls for a year or so, but I came to understand that I enjoy looking at my best friend's mouth while he explained 'almost getting in his dates pants,' much more then anything he had to say about what was in the girlfriend's pants. I realized I wanted to French kiss his mouth, my friend's mouth, not the mouth of a girl on a date. The last girl I dated really had a crush on me and she finally had to take hold of my wrist and put my hand under her blouse because I just couldn't make myself make a move on her. I pulled my hand away so fast it was like I touched a blow torch. Her nipple felt gross, with all those little bumps around it and I almost hurled. She called me a queer." Still hardly believing my ears, I ask him how many people knows he gay and he says that no one officially knows it except me now. He does thinks, however, that his two best friends have to know, but they've never come out and said it directly. Joey says that they make general comments about how they don't care if someone is gay and stuff like that. I ask Joey why he's telling me all this now. Ya know, if I'm so dumb I didn't see it, why not stay in the closet and let me stay ignorant of the fact your gay? Why tell stupid old me? Joey's eyes softened and he speaks sweetly now, "Don't be hurt, Oliver. I'm sorry if I insulted you. It's just that I got frustrated that you didn't recognize the situation and I guess I didn't know how to handle it either. Then I saw Randy with his arm around your waist and you gushing at him and I got pissed-off, um, jealous actually." I go, "I wasn't gushing! I was listening to him." Joey went on to tell me that he heard one of the gay gymnast say that Randy was taking another freshman under his wing beginning at five this afternoon. Joey said hearing that made him so jealous he felt sick. He quietly says, "That's what I was sick about. But then you stayed with me back here on my bed and I started to feel better because you passed up the five o'clock meeting with Randy. I didn't want you with him." Joey has tears in his eyes again when he finishes with, "Then you left me for over half an hour and come back faced with a wet spot at your crotch and that big hickey on your neck like Randy branded you as his boy. Oliver, I love you. I fell in love with you. I'm in love with you right now. Do ya know what I'm saying?" My mouth is open again and my brain's telling me to say, 'what?' but I don't. I managed to say, "I love you too, Joey. Honest to God, I think of you as my little brother." He makes a face at me and almost laughs. What I said isn't what Joey wanted to hear of course; brotherly love isn'y what he's looking for. He laughingly comes out with, "Well, that's a start, but it's a far cry from, 'I'm in love with you too, Joey'. What the hell, I'll take that for now because you're my captive roommate and I've got plenty of time to make you fall in love with me. You don't have a chance, Oliver, you're going to fall in love with me. I'm not usually as easy going as I am since I've known you, I'm like that with you because of my handicaps from the accident. I'm a competitive guy and I'm giving you full warning, I'm gonna make you love me. You got no chance, dude." He's being playful now, which is more like himself, and a huge smile brakes out on my face. I really do love the kid, I told you that before, but being in love with him? Hmmmm, I don't know about that. It's so damn flattering to me, but weird too because I've been in Joey's place and can understand his frustration. I feel the same way about loving Frankie and not feeling that kind of love in return. Joey and me go into this long bull session. We talk about the frustrations we experienced being gay in secret, like I mostly am back home. The frustration of loving someone who maybe don't love you back. I told him that the only place I'm open about my gayness is here at college, and with Frankie. Obviously the boys I had sex with knew I was gay, but it's not like we discussed it or anything. I told Joey about Cristobal and my first gay experiences with him, but I don't mention my neighbor, Edward, or my brother, Christian. Joey told me some of his fantasies because he hadn't had any real life gay experiences to share, except me jerking him off. We got a little silly with the fantasy area. Fantasies can get out of hand, but they're fun. I got us a couple of cokes and we shared some cigarettes. No smoking in the dorm rooms but we do it anyway. I open the window as our consession to the no smoking rule. It was fun to talk openly about gay stuff with another gay boy. Joey and I were back to being best buds and we kidded each other about our skinny bodies and then complimented each other about other aspects of our bodies or looks that we thought were good. I go a little overboard complimenting Joey on having a great penis, but hell, he does have a great one. It's big and uncut and picture perfect. Then he comments on my very, common, and average looking dick and he does it with a straight face at first, making me frown thinking he making fun of me? Then he laughs at what a nerd I can be. "Oliver, you take everything anybody says as the gospel truth, at face value. I'm teasing you. I mutter, "I knew that. I was teasing you back." We'd been talking and joking around for almost two hours when out of the blue Joey says, "Okay, Oliver, I've worked up the courage to ask you something. Will you have sex with me right here, right now? I've never had sex with anyone; well, unless I count you jerking me off, which I do count by the way. Will you fuck me?" Ha! I certainly have no problem with this request, but I want it to be special for Joey so I ask if it wouldn't be better waiting until he's out of the casts? He goes, "It'd be better except I'm kinda hot for you even if you're not hot for me, and I don't want to wait." I bite my lip and mumble, "I'm hot for you, Joey; seriously hot for you. I don't have a condom though, and I think we should use one." He says, "You won't catch anything from me, I've never had sex of any kind," and I think of the time I said that same thing to Cris. I go, "But I've had sex a couple of times without protection," and he goes, "Please, Oliver..." I shrug, wanting to do it too. Taking a big breath I smile at Joey helping him get up from his desk and steady him as he hops to his bed on his good leg. As he leans against the bed I pull down the covers, then try doing everything slowly and deliberately the was Alexander does everything because that was sexy to me. Putting a The Killers CD on low; it's the 'Sam's Town' CD. I've liked 'The Killers' since middle school. Joey watches my every move without saying a word, his big dark blue eyes shining. Taking it slow I get his clothes off and when he's stark naked lightly run the palms of my hands from the back of his neck across his shoulders and down his sides to his hips and over to his belly button and down around his hairless pubic area. Joey takes a deep inhale and holds it too long, but when his face gets red he begins letting his breath out slowly, then mumbles, "I'm nervous, Oliver," I cup his nuts in my hand and squeeze hard enough that he scrunches his face, then quietly I say, "That's the pain part, the rest is the pleasure part, and it's okay to be nervous your first time. I know I was, but there's nothing to be nervous about as you'll see." With the palms of both hands, bending my knees I rub down the outside of his legs and up the inside, rubbing gently up to his cock and balls and fondled them again until he moans, "Ohhhh," and his shoulders shudder. Stroking his cock, then sucking it into my mouth I savor the taste and lick round and round the head while sucking on the shaft with my lips and it gets hard quickly, so does my cock. Joey's aroma I know very well from my intimate hygiene care of his body. It's different from Randy and Frankie's, but just as sexy in a different way. When his cock is a hard, stiff boner, I slowly stand up and quietly ask, "Is it okay if I kiss your lips?' and he gasp saying, "Yes," so I slowly move my lips to his and kiss him gently. Then holding the back of his head, I kiss him wetly with my tongue splitting between his lips and he opens his mouth slightly so I can slide my tongue against his, and he moans again, "Oooh." Sucking his tongue and trying for a French kiss that Joey at first doesn't participate in, but then he does and it's delicious. Breaking the kiss I'm staring into his eyes stroking the fore skin of his cock slowly, moving it on and off the head until he grunts and a big glob of pre cum drools over my fist as Joey's shoulders shudder again and a low moan escapes his throat. His eyes are half closed and I wonder to myself if he feels the trance-like state I get into so easily. Letting go of his boner I watch it it bobbing in the air for a second, then slowly undressed myself and give my own stiffy some strokes. Joey's been turning me on for weeks now and how often I've fantasized putting my cock between his hard butt cheeks. My cock's so hard the skin's shiny as Joey stares at it now while I slowly unscrew the cap on the creamy Vaseline to use as lube. My boner is just your average,run of the mill variety; six inches long and not that big around, but it's straight as an arrow, sticking out from my small pubic patch. I like my pecker even though I know it's not special. Joey doesn't look frightened of my boner like I am looking at his huge one, I'm a little bit scared of it and a lot intrigued by it. It's not quite as big as Pete's so I can handle it if he ever gets the urge to use it on me. Helping Joey and his boner get up on top of the bed, then helping him roll him on his side facing away from me, I push a glob of Vaseline up his hole with my finger. We've done this many times, but still there's a shiver of his body raising goosebumps on his ass followed by a quiet moan, and a murmured, "That feels good, Oliver." More Vaseline goes inside him with me moving my finger in a circle spreading it around good. Then a half dozen deep finger penetrations with one finger, and then with two fingers resulting in another shoulder shudder and a quiet whimper of pleasure from Joey. Damn, I'm anxious but make myself stay methodical hoping it builds the sexiness with Joey that it did with me when Alexander did it to me this way. His rectum has plenty of lubricant and I've loosened his anus a little, but I go back to doing deep fingering of his asshole again because it's turning me on and Joey said it feels good. Joey moans, making a long hissing sound, then mumbles, "If I could reach my dick I'm stroke myself off. You're making this so sexy for me Oliver, I never thought it could be this way." Copying Alexander, I go, "Shhh," as I'm climbing up on the bed behind him and put my arm over his side and guide the head of my rock hard boner to his hole and just spread the lips of his anus with the head. I'm very excited myself and Joey's buttocks sort of humps a little as I push a bit harder against his sphincter muscle. Quietly I say, "Real relaxed Joey, like you get when I'm putting ointment in your bum hole" he repeats himself from earlier, "I'm really nervous, I didn't think I'd be, but I am." Trying to get him to relax, I get up on my elbow and lean my face over to look at the side of his face, "Turn your head toward me, Joey," when he does I stretch my neck and kiss him on the lips and this time Joey kisses back right away with his tongue on mine. I whisper, "Slow going, Joey. I'm going to do it slowly, stop me if it begins to hurt, and you taste good, like I knew you would," and I go back for another kiss that Joey gets a little carried away with, sucking my tongue, moving his head, and it's awesome. I've wanted to do this with him for weeks and weeks now and it's everything I'd hoped it would be. I'd had that great climax about three hours ago with Randy, but that's the only one I had all day so I'm pretty much back up to fully loaded and I'm very aroused by Joey. Right on cue precum drills out of Joey's anus from my cock head that's still spreading the lips of his asshole. There's plenty of lube in his hole already, but the precum is extra lube and I push my cock head fully in past his anus lips and need to stifle a moan of pleasure that might have scared Joey. He goes, "Mmmmm, ooooh," so far so good. Exerting more pressure my cock slips inside an inch and Joey's like, "Ahhhh, oh, oh, oh. That hurts Oliver." Rubbing his shoulder, I wait a minute then very slowly, a quarter inch or so at a time, push my boner up his ass. Not surprisingly, it's very tight and feels awesome, plus it's Joey ass! Joey's first time and I get to take his cherry, like Cristobal did for me. I don't want to hurt him though When those muscled buttocks of his squeeze tightly on my boner I need to concentrate not to start humping in and out right then, this really is fabulous on my boner. Each time I push in a half inch Joey involuntarily tightened his buttocks and I bite my lip to keep myself in check with the moaning, but man this feels fantastic. I push my boner in slowly like this with no further complaints of pain from Joey, which is a very good indication things are going to go good. Finally my pubic hairs are squished firmly up against his fantastic hard muscular buttocks. His body's as stiff as a board so I guess it hurt some, but he's a determined kid when he sets his mind on something. Then he confirms my suspicions by murmuring, "It hurt for awhile, Oliver, but not much and I'm fine. I like the way I feel totally filled up back there and I like your body against mine." I quietly say, my lips right on his ear like Randy did to me, "It feels so good to me too, Joey. You have a fantastic body and an excellent ass, if ya don't mind me saying so." He says, "I wish I could hug you, Oliver. You know of course that this is making me love you more, the way you're being so considerate and sweet about my first time. I'm glad it's with you." Damn that's sweet and I kiss his cheek, muttering, "Thanks, Joey. I'm waiting a bit so your rectum muscles can get used to my dick and relax some more. There won't be any pain, just pleasure; pleasure for both of us." Soon there's no more mention of hurt from Joey, and he changes his tune, "Oh it feels good now, Oliver, you were right. Really good and especially because it's your boner filling my ass. Oh my God, it's so different, this feeling is. I don't know how to describe it, it just feel so damn good knowing part of you is inside my body. My dick's so hard I can't believe it. Ohhh, it feels good." Chuckling to myself, I pull out some and he squeaks as I push back in. It almost comical the different sounds he makes. Then I pull back about five inches and push back in smoothly and I suck air in between closed lips making a silly sound myself, but it does feel fantastic. Joey groans in pleasure moving his hips back towards me with the next penetrations until I get a rhythm going and Joey settles on a regular, "Oh, Oh, Oh," with each thrust up his ass. This kid's got a great ass, man this is so hot! Jeez, I'm loving it, it's everything I thought it would be. Joey's making it obvious he's loving it too, which makes it that much better for me. Fucking him faster now, my boner sliding tightly up and back in his rectum smoothly and every couple of thrusts Joey tightens those incredible musclebound buttocks and that squeezes my boner which gets Joey and me moaning embarrassedly at the same time. We've been fucking for less then five minutes but it's so hot fucking Joey's ass I already feel my balls tighten up and move up towards my body. My nuts are heavy with cum and I know my orgasm's close, much sooner than I would have liked for Joey's first time, but I'm past the point of controlling my urge to climax, it's on me strong and Joey's ass has a lot to do with that as well as his sexy aroma, which is driving me mad with sexual arousal. This ass of Joey's is such a freaking turn-on it's got me so worked-up I'm grunting, picking-up the pace even more and start I very fast, hard, deep humping in and out; the slapping of my groin noisily smacking up against his ass with every hump. Joey's grunting, now going "AH!' with every slam of my boner up his ass. I feel my cock swelling even more and my cock head throbs; I'm going to blow my load and now I want to because I need to badly. I'm making desperate sounds, almost whining, but before I have my building orgasm Joey goes, "Oh my God!" and then, a long " Eeeeee..ahhh, um, um ,um," as he's firing his cum up against the wall next to the bed. It splashes loudly followed by a second fast moving steam of cum in a tight string with Joey's moaning like he's in pain, his body bucking dangerously considering all his healing limbs. I hold his back against my chest with the arm that's over his side. I've never in my limited experience felt anything tighten on my boner; it because Joey's musclebound buttocks, but it became even more unbelievable when he shot off each of his blast of cum. With each of his cum shots he tightened up his buttocks beyond belief and oh my God, I squeal out as if I'm in pain now exploding cum into his bowels, then another shot quickly follows as Joey says, "I felt that," then he goes back to uttering sounds of pleasure as my boner slides back and forth in his rectum easily with the extra slipperiness of my cum. Black dots flood my vision as another load of cum rolls up my penis and fires into Joey, joining it's brothers. I tighten my grip around Joey's chest hugging him like he's my life raft as I continue humping his hole at at slower speed now as my cum drools out of his ass making wet splat, splat, splat, splat, sounds as our bodies collide and it gets kinda messy, but about as sexy as I've ever experienced. After a couple explosive minutes we stop flouncing around at the same time and lay there sweating and panting and moaning, me still holding Joey tightly with my cock still up his hole as far as I can get it, immobile now. My crotch is dripping wet with my own cum and so are Joey's ass cheeks. In the background I notice for the first time in ten minutes 'The Killers' singing on the CD, it's the 'Read My Mind' cut, an awesome song. It's playing just loud enough to be heard clearly and it becomes hypnotic as I lay here savoring my orgasm with my cock feeling fine, tightly up Joey's ass. Were still breathing deeply, sweat between his back and my chest, my heart thumping fast against his back and his against the hand I have spread over his heart. My heartbeat is almost matching Joey's. I snuzzled my nose against the back of Joey's neck, the skin there's smooth and smells so good, I put my leg over Joey's so I can hug him to me. Joey finally mumbles, "I can hardly believe the way it felt on my dick when I shot off," and he does a quiet, "Ahhhhh, ohhhh, I don't know, it was indescribable it felt so good, Oliver." I mumble, "Me too, Joey, me too," thinking I'll probably remember Cristobal all my life because I had my first gay sex with him. Maybe Joey will remember me all his life too. That's a weird thought I guess, but it makes me feel good thinking I may be in Joey's memory years from now, maybe when we don't even know each other anymore. We lay here together comfortably with Joeys breathing back to normal and his body melding into the nooks and crannies of my body and it's very nice, but before my cock can firm up into a real boner again, Joey reluctantly says he feel he needs to use the toilet. Probably thinks he needs to take a dump. I pull out of him slowly with him whimpering and telling me that it feels really odd back there now that my cock is out of him. I quietly assure him everything is as it should be and that he needs give it a little time and it'll be back to normal. As I say that I stare at his ass, fascinated as my cum drools out from high up in his bowels. Grabbing some tissues I wipe his hole for him noticing the lips of his anus are a bit red and a little swollen. Helping him hop over to the toilet on his good leg I ask if his hole is as sore, and he mutters, "Oh yeah, a little, but it's worth a little soreness to climax like I just did. Ya know Oliver, I got a lot of lost time to make up for. Let's set up a schedule where you fuck me, hmmm, how about every two hours around the clock". He's really back to his old joking self and I want to kiss him, but he's sitting on the toilet straining a stool that he may be imagining because it's his first time with a cock up his ass, so I just squeeze him around his shoulders. He doesn't poop so after getting him up and I take a pee, then suggest we take a bath together, which he's all in favor of. I could have suggested anything and Joey would probably have gone along with it. Getting in the tub Joey tells me again how he can't wait to get his cast off so he can hug me around my neck and we can make out till he cums in his pants. Now that he's come out to me, he isn't holding anything back, he simply says whatever's on his mind and it's usually a compliment for me in some form and that's flattering. In the tub together we're Joking around a little bit and Joey gets this idea that he should give me a hickey like Randy did. I'm not apposed to it, but I want to give him one first. Joey says, "Go for it, I've never had one," and I start sucking and licking at a spot on his neck below his ear, thinking, 'I've never given anyone a hickey before.' It's fun discovering how sexy it can get and while enjoying the smell and taste of Joey I almost cream in the bath water; damn that's hot, giving the hickey I mean, not the bath water. Sucking on his silky skin in the same spot, licking and tonguing and then more sucking while Joey docilely holds his head to the side for me the entire time. There's some quiet moaning going on by both of us. I never imagined it would be this sexy and Joey mutters he loves me when I finish. I've wanted some cute boy to say that to me for a long time now, but I don't know how to properly handle it now that someone finally has, and that's because It's Joey who said it and I think I'm in love with Frankie, who may or may not feel the same way about me. Being a brainiac I know that the earth travels around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles per hour and at the same time it rotates on it's axis at a thousand miles per hour, so I'm blaming that for me not knowing the proper response to Joey saying he loves me, it's because I can't think straight being so fucking dizzy from all that spinning and wicked fast moving the earth is doing. For lack of a better response, I try honesty and say, "Joey, I think I'm in love with a redheaded boy named Frankie who I worked with last summer, but I'm not sure I know what true love is yet. I do know I've come to love you while taking care of you these past couple of months, but I don't think it's the same as being in love with you." He goes, "I guess I'm not sure either, Oliver, but we'll find out together. How 'bout that?" I kiss the hickey I made on his neck, and mutter, "Good plan, Joey." He's such a sweet kid. It's Joey's turn so he begins giving me a hickey on the other side of my neck from Randy's, and it's a damn sexy thing to give or get one so I wonder how many other sexy things there are that I'm unaware of, and that will be fun discovering as I gain experience with gay sex. It's exciting to finally be sexually active, and so wonderful to share my body with another boy while he shares his with me. One thing leads to another and the idea of trying a bathtub fuck is enticing to both Joey and me so we try it. We both have half a boner from the hickey activity and we both appear pretty hot for each other, so mutual hand jobs raises boner on both of us, along with some sexy kisses and we attempt fucking in a bathtub full of warm water. It isn't easy as one might think, especially with Joey restricted in his movements, but after some clumsy slippery attempts my boner plunges deep inside Joey as he's leaning over the edge of the tub, half out of the water. We're both on our knees with Joey's belly resting on the rim of the tub, his head and arms facing the bathroom floor. He grunts when I plow his ass with my boner, and I go, "Oooh!" It's tight and with only water as a lubricant it hurts Joey early on, but the circumstances have me hot for Joey so I let let grunt with the pain as I fuck him hoping the hurt passes, and it does about two minutes later. "Feeling good now, Oliver," mutters Joey, and just in time too because I don't want to hurt him for long and I was just about to end this experiment. The pain in Joey's hole is soon overwhelmed by the sexual pleasure of having a cock up there and he starts humping his hips back at my thrusts and it's sexy as hell with the bath water slushing all around us. God almighty, gay roommates at college; what could possibly be better! It's an awkward rough fuck but my cock is loving the ride and after maybe ten minutes of steady fucking, Joey moaning with pleasure and me breathing hard and just about fainting from the fantastic sensations from my cock and nuts, I all of a sudden feel an intense urge to climax, squeal out in an embarrassing manner and shoot another orgasm, much smaller than the first one, inside Joey's awesome ass. There's a minute after climax that I'm overwhelmed with the orgasmic sensations, and I fuck him wildly, which causes Joey to squeak out breathlessly as his cum comes out in the water near the side of the tub and floats to the surface. I'm dizzy again as sensations subside and I struggle to get Joey back fully in the bath water sitting between my legs with his back against my chest and my arm around him. He nestles in nicely and I kiss his hickey briefly as we breath deeply and lay back enjoying the feel of our bodies together. A few minutes of silently enjoying a contented feeling of being sexually satisfied and Joey chuckles saying his asshole is very sore now so we'll need to hold off on the screwing for a bit. I hug him muttering, "I'm sorry to hear that, Joey." He turns his head and we kiss on the side of our lips with him saying, "I don't care that my ass is sore because it's the best kind of sore and I loved my first sex, especially with you, Oliver. I love you." I give him a tight hug mumbling, "Me too," and at that moment I do love him although it feels different than the way I love Frankie, and I'm just being honest with myself about that. I turn on the hot water because our bath is only luke warm by now and begin to wash first joey and then myself. We're both quiet throughout the bathing and I hug him as the bath water is draining. Then I use the handheld shower head to rinse us both off with hot water and get him on his feet and out of the tub. Our bodily contact seems sweeter now and maybe that's because I know for sure Joey likes it as much as I do. We're both very tired though and after drying us both off I get Joey in bed. "Lets sleep together tonight, Oliver." Good idea. His hole is sore for sure though and I don't know what might help with that so I gently rub in Vaseline just to do something. We cuddle together in my bed and enjoy the feel and the scent of each other until falling asleep. We've fallen asleep together while studying, but this is much different. Waking up and getting Joey in my arms is a wonderful way to wake up and I can't believe how happy I am. Joey has a way of melding into me so comfortably and so cosily, it's awesome and my dick stirs. He quietly tells me he was so excited about our sex together he stayed awake an hour after I'd fallen asleep last night. He says he kept it rehashing over and over. His ass is still too sore for a morning fuck I imagine, so I don't mention it and we're both pretty much sexually satisfied anyway. It's Saturday and we have no classes; we lay in bed for a long time dosing off and cuddling. Finally nature calls and we get up to use the bathroom and then get a late brunch at the dining hall. We give each other little smiles every few minutes, but we're in quiet moods and just hang around lazily in the room watch television. It fun being lazy together and every so often I wonder if maybe I am in love with Joey. Joey and I get in a routine of daily sex, although we don't do it in a routine fashion. Each time I fuck him it's preceded with lots of affectionate foreplay and followed with cuddling and kisses. It seems like love, and maybe it is. Whatever it is it's wonderful. As Thanksgiving break approaches things are just about perfect between Joey and me, but on the other hand I can honestly say that I'm still hot for Randy and curious what he has in mind for us. We still haven't made up for that missed date and to complicate matters Randy's comes down with the flu. One afternoon, while Joey's with the gymnastic team, I go to see Randy in his sick bed just to say hello. In a husky voice he says, "Let me feel that ass of your's, Oliver." I get close to his bedside and he massages my ass from the outside of my jeans, saying, "This is going to totally belong to me". He tells me to stand still and, leaning over from his bed, he pulls my pants and underpants down past my slim hips and tells me bend over. I don't know why I do everything he says, it's almost like we're playing a sexy game, and it gives me a buzzing in my balls doing it. I'm bending over his bed as he stares in my eyes while putting his middle finger first in my mouth, saying, "Suck it," so I tongue and suck his middle finger as we continue looking into each other's eyes. Half a minute later, he says, "Open," so I open my mouth and he takes his finger out and rubs it up the front of my nose leaving my spit dripping from my left nostril as he casually reaches over and shove that finger up my ass. I knew that's what he was going to do. Holding me in place with his finger in my rectum, he pulls down the covers, saying quietly, almost in a whisper, "Get your face in my crotch and move it around until you can get my cock in your mouth." Licking my lips I can feel my cock getting hard. As I lower my head I smell the three day old body oder one gets without bathing for three days, but my nose goes into the fly of his pajamas to open it up and I lap at his limp, damp smelly cock until I lift it enough to suck it into my mouth, my eyes to the side keeping eye contact with Randy. He has a blank expression on his face as he begins finger fucking me and I begin sucking his cock. When I've sucked a boner on him, he smirks at me and says, "Jerk yourself off, but watch where you shoot," as he picks a sock off the bedside table and tosses it near my boner, "Shoot in this." My cock is throbbing and hard as wood as I begin stroking myself and sucking his cock. The triple stimulation of stroking, sucking, and Randy's finger fucking while I'm in this ridiculously hot submissive trance has me making pathetic mewing sounds of pleasure and submissiveness. I can't help myself it's off the charts sexy to me. I'm slurping on his boner, pulling my pud and squeezing my buttocks tightly to increase the pleasure and it's so sexy hot I've got tears of joy in my eyes. When Randy grunts and bucks his hips I taste the first squirt of cum and scramble with my free hand to pick up the sock. With his first long stream of spunk hitting my mouth I do a weak girlie squeal and shoot the cum shot of my life into Randy's sock. I can tell by the feel of the sock Randy's cum in it a few times himself. Oh it it's fantastic when the cum's streaming out the shaft, then the head of my throbbing boner. Another squeal around his boner and another long stream of spunk and I'm weak with sexual pleasure. A few more spurts of cum from me into the sock, and in my mouth compliments of Randy, and both of us have dry nuts. He exhales a long breath, pulls his finger out of my ass and forces it in my mouth next to his cock as he pinches my hair pulling my head up off his cock and I suck on his finger to clean it; the acrid shit taste is unpleasant until there isn't any left. He goes, "Pull up your pants," which I do. Someone's knocking on the door so Randy says, "When I get a chance I'm going to spank you and then fuck you. Let whoever's knocking in and you go out. Feeling foolish now, I nod my head and do what I'm told. It's two gymnast at the door, I mutter, "I'm on my way out," as they give me a look, like, "So?" as I squirm by them and walk down the hall towards the steps. I'm ashamed at how I behaved with Randy, but I don't seem to be able to help myself. He's a sexual magnet for me; I'm like the moth to his flame, but I swear I want him to fuck me so badly. He's so fucking hot to me and I'm totally intrigued. Like I said before, he's my vampire and I'm under his spell. It's mysterious the way he gets me to do whatever he wants and I always have a weird, sexy feeling in my groin whenever Randy has his with me, but no way am I in love with him. As I wander outside to smoke a cigarette and kill some time I think about the situation some more. I'm positive I'm not love with Randy and wonder if I even like him. On the other hand, Joey sure thinks he's in love with me. He likes to talk about it too, non-stop. I can't imagine ever getting tired of hearing a cute boy say he loves me. At times Joey will tell me how weird it is to be in love and how confusing it makes everything. Like, now he feels he wants to do whatever I want to do and of course I don't really like to be the one deciding what we're going to do, so we can't decide on anything. "You want to go to dinner now, Joey?" "I do if you do". "I don't care if we go now or later," it goes like that. It's as if our roles are mixed up up; I'm suppose to be the follower, not the leader. Joey says when he gets his arms back to full strength he'll feel more in charge and maybe then I'll fall in love with him. I say, "That'll be nice, Joey. I think I love you anyway, maybe I can sort out my feelings over Thanksgiving vacation. I also say its not necessary to be in love to have great sex together and he says, "You'll find out it's the best sex ever when you're in love with your sex partner." Maybe I will, and then I think how hot it is having sex with Frankie, so Joey's probably right. When it's time to actually get ready to leave for Thanksgiving break, Joey gets all teary and tells he's going to miss me so much it hurt his stomach to think about it. I go, "That's sweet, Joey, but you'll be getting your casts off so concentrate on that." We have a very sweet goodbye fuck in bed that morning. Boy, his cock's very big when he climaxes. We did it in the missionary position with his arms under him and me laying on his back fucking his muscled, hard buttocks for all I'm worth. This is going to have to last us awhile. I shoot off inside him and then we roll on our sides we hug and kiss and it's wonderful; we'll, actually I did hugging for both of us but we kissed together. I really have mixed emotions; it makes me feel good that Joey cares about me so much, but at the same time I feel guilty about it too because I'm longing to see Frankie. Joey's really into our spit swapping thingie that Frankie introduced me to. Joey loves that! I finally get up and dress Joey and me, then pack both our satchels in time for his mother to pick him up. Mrs. Gallo came bustling through our door exactly at eleven o'clock, saying to me, "You've done a better job that I thought you would, Arthur." Joey goes, "His name is Oliver, mother!" Her face is looser than I remembered from our first meeting so I guess she needs another Botox shot or two. That woodpecker face of her's swivels over to give Joey a stern look, asking, "Who's Oliver?" Joey and I chuckle as I wheel him to the car and get him situated with his seat belt buckled. Then the collapsable wheelchair goes in the trunk. Joey glances over at me, a forlorn look on his face as the car pulls away and I blow him a kiss; he gives me such a sweet smile I might have a tear in my eye too. It isn't long after that I finish getting my car loaded and I'm back on the road again, heading toward Delaware, Frankie, and Alexander. to be continued... Chapter 19 Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty. Thank you.