Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2010 16:07:16 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Picking a BF, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay College

He was right, Greg, my roommate I mean.  Just because I was still
buzzing from that encounter with the great lover didn't mean that
I shouldn't give me two other admirers a chance.

About two days later I ran into Billy, of all places, in the
sauna, in the student health spa.  He was alone, reading a
newspaper.

"Hi Billy, the news is hot, huh?"

He mimed dropped the paper like it was a hot iron and mimed
licking his fingers.  Then he looked down at my cock.  "You have
a large organ."

I shrugged, then he proceeded to do a Cyrano de Bergerac.

"What weak words.  If I had half a wit, I could have said, Is
this the space capsule?  Is today the liftoff?  Or that's the
prize winning banana in the contest at the Future Farmers of
America, or Carful, if it blows up we'll both be killed, or is
that the Graf Zeppelin coming into mooring?  But sadly I have no
poetry to astonish."

"You do go on," I said, but not without some admiration."

"Babe, just being here with me is having an effect on your
leviathan see it's coming up to check me out.  Come here big
fellow and let me greet you with a kiss."

He put a hand on my ass and pulled me toward him.  He slipped his
cute mouth over the head and licked and licked like as if it were
a candy cane. "Ah, what ambrosia!"

In a second, he got on his knees and elbows and called out, "Oh
boy of the big bamboo, fuck me until I see the god of saunas"

What a cute ass and no jokes now.  He watched me, his face
serious now.  I knelt behind him and put my cock head against his
hairy hole.

"Whoa," he moaned out, "I've been dreaming of this all day, well,
at least for the last five minutes."

Still joking, but when I stretched his sphincter he called out,
"Help somebody he's killing me." But as I eased in, he murmured
happily.  "Never mind, false alarm, everything is yummy."

I just loved fucking Billy, partly because he appreciated it so
much.  I think that he had nerve endings in his ass track like a
vagina.  He orgasmed several times each fuck, without cumming,
just like a lady.  It made me feel like I was good at what I was
doing.

I had parked there, just inside, enjoying the sensation until
Billy said, "Are you posing for a picture?  You're on a mission,
should you agree to accept it and..."

He shut up as I moved forward.  "Oowey, good, brilliant, remember
what you're doing and keep doing it."

The boy was dripping onto the tile, his ass vibrating.  I decided
to quit the diddling and I slid in and out a few times, enjoying
the feel of his fuzzy ass on my pubic hair.  This was heaven for
me, for Billy, double heaven.

But I couldn't completely lose myself in the moment.  Damn Billy
had to be 'on'.  Like now, he turned his head and looked at me,
"You want to grab a hamburger afterward."  That almost put me
back to square one, but annoyed, I began heavy fucking him.  I
know it got to me, my balls were pulling up hard at the bottom of
my shaft and I was continuously groaning.  To get charming Billy
up to speed I reached under his belly and grabbed his slimy cock
and began wanking him fast.

"Uh oh," he warned, "That might sink me, but don't stop."

Soon I felt his ass hole clamping and unclamping as his cum was
heading to reality.  That made me see that I couldn't hold on
much longer.

"I'm here!!" I shouted.  That was a silly thing to say, but Billy
topped me, "I'm a little tea pot and my spout is spouting."

My hand was covered with his spooge and his hips were shooting
back and forth.  For the moment he was not quipping.  I let my
cum happen.  It was delicious and so much that it almost washed
me out of Billy's cunt.

When it was over, we sat side by side, both huffing and puffing.
To my surprise, Billy leaned over and gave me a hard kiss on my
mouth.  That was the first time for him, ever.  Sweet.

Back at our den I found Greg studying.  What a grind.  But he
greeted me with a big smile of welcome.  It's nice to have a real
friend who's interested in my problems.  And to think of it, what
a silly problem to have to choose between three outstanding guys.

"There's still Wes," he said.

"True, Wes of the dinners in five star restaurants and hundred
dollar brandy after sex.  I think I can stand it."


End Part Two