Although all literature is based on personal experience, these stories
develop a character who has shared some of my experiences but who is not
me.  He lives in a kinder, gentler world; only a fool would have
unprotected sense today.

PSYCHED OUT
BY JIMBO

     With his undergraduate degree in hand, he traipsed off reluctantly to
do his military duty.  That extraordinary experience behind him, the little
professor arranged an early discharge to attend graduate school.  The
campus of one of the country's largest universities was a totally new
experience for him.
     His apartment, leased for a year, was on the wrong side of the campus
for a fine arts student--it was in the middle of the engineering school.
He found difficulty absorbing an institution whose student body outnumbered
the small city he had grown up in.  He knew no one at first and was
understandably quite lonely.
     Being gay was much more acceptable in this atmosphere, but he was
quite turned off by the obviously gay campus queens and unsatisfied by the
very prevalent, but anonymous, tea room sex.  All of the toilets on this
campus seemed to be separated by marble stall walls which lacked glory
holes.  The accepted approach was to drop your pants and tap your foot
until you saw a response under the partition.  Some groping under the stall
wall then took place and was followed by an exchange of notes, usually on
toilet paper easily flushed.  A rendezvous would be arranged and the
parties would leave this spot for a smaller out-of- the-way tea room in
another building.
     One night the little professor was working late in the library and
feeling especially blue.  He went to the tea room (one which was not
usually a good cruising spot) to take an official dump.  As he sat there
meditating on his lonely existence and reading the abundance of notes
written on the stall walls suggesting a variety of activities, one caught
his eye:
      INFO WANTED
      HOMOSEXUALITY
      NATE 832-5555
     Our little professor was very intelligent and always got the highest
grades in school, but he was not always very bright.  Something drew him to
that ad and he decided to answer it.  He went back to his lonely apartment
and dialed the number.  A gruff male voice answered and said the it was a
fraternity house.  A prank? A joke? Danger?  These things occurred to him,
but he asked for Nate anyway.  When he finally reached the phone after
several minutes of shouting, Nate had a softer, gentler voice.
     The professor explained that he was responding to the ad on the stall
wall and Nate said, "You've got to be kidding!  No one answers those
things!"
      "I did.  If you seriously want information, I know quite a bit and
would be happy to share with you," said the professor naively.
     After quite an extended exchange, the frat boy offered to come to the
professor's apartment and knocked at his door half an hour later.  He was
politely invited in and offered coffee.  The discussion began.
     Nate turned out to be Nathaniel Rosenstein, a junior majoring in
psychology. He was not one of the campus pretty boys, but he was
interesting to look at.  His almost black hair was curly and abundant.  His
eyes, what could be seen of them behind huge, horn-rimmed glasses, were
wide and brown.  He was well-set- up but not a body beautiful.  He wore a
plaid flannel shirt and plain front Dockers.  He wore loafers without socks
so that there was a glimpse of hairy leg.  He was obviously very
embarrassed and wondering why he had gotten involved in the whole thing.
     "Go ahead.  Ask me anything.  I'll tell you anything I know,"said the
professor as they sat at the small kitchen table drinking coffee.
     "Well...uh...how did you know...uh, I mean...how did you get
started...uh, I mean...how did you first...uh, you know what I mean."
     The professor explained that he couldn't remember when he didn't know
and that he had actually started by seducing most of the other little boys
in the neighborhood one at a time.  Sometimes he would offer to compare;
sometimes he would dare the other boy to take off his clothes in the woods;
sometimes he would offer to teach the boy something that would feel real
good; sometimes he would invite the boy to "sleep over" and let nature take
its course.
     "You mean, you were doing that kind of stuff when you were a little
kid?"
     "Sure, don't tell me you never jacked off with another guy?"
     "Well, uh...sure...but that was different.  They weren't queer!"
     "How do you know?  Those kids didn't think I was queer...then.  I
suppose they realized it when I got to high school."
     "Weren't you interested in girls?"
     "Sure.  Some of my best friends are female.  I think I understand them
very well since I usually think the way they do, but I much prefer to play
with cocks and balls rather than tits."
     "What do you do...I mean...I hear stories and all, but...do you really
put a guy's cock in your mouth?"
     "Love it.  And then I run my tongue all over it and lick the head and
the shaft and play with his balls and lick them and suck his dick until he
shoots his wad in my eager mouth.  Is that what you wanted to hear?"
     Nate blushed a deep crimson.  A bulge was rising in his pants.  His
hands trembled so that he had difficulty holding his coffee cup.  "I'm
sorry.  I didn't want to embarrass you.  I really did want to know if you
guys actually did the stuff the other guys talk about.  You've been nice to
me.  I don't mean to hurt your feelings."
     "Don't worry about me.  I'm not embarrassed. You are.  Go ahead.  Ask
me anything.  That is what you are here for, isn't it?"
     So Nate put aside his frustration and asked the professor to describe
some of the encounters he had had.  The professor gladly went back kto his
earliest experiences and told in elaborate detail sample encounters from
his high school, college and army days.  Nate became more and more
embarrassed and flustered.  The professor smiled as he saw the bulge in
Nate's pants grow and the ever increasing wet spot that announced the
arrival of precum.
     Then suddenly Nate stood up and went to the door saying,"I gotta go
now.  Thanks a lot.  This should help me write my paper.  Thanks.  I really
appreciate what you've done for me."
     "I could do a whole lot more," said the professor as he slowly rose
from his chair, approached Nate, and put his hand directly on the obvious
erection.  "I could take care of this for you so you don't go back to the
house and attack someone."
     "OK," said Nate, leaning against the door and unzipping his fly," do
it quick.  I won't look."  He pulled out a large, thick, beautifully
circumsized cock dripping precum.
     The professor dropped to his knees and began to work on that lovely
shaft with his tongue licking the length of it, trying to fumble inside the
fly to find the hairy balls he knew hung there, reaching the rim of the
large head and running his tongue around the base of it.  He licked the
precum off the head and began to swallow the now thrusting dick into his
throat.  Nate moaned at first, then grabbed the professor's head and wildly
thrust his pelvis in and out, in and out as he vocalized louder and louder
until spurt after spurt of hot cum poured down the professor's throat and
Nate began to cry like a baby.
     He pulled his meat from the professor's mouth and ran from the
building uanable to believe what he had just participated in.
     The professor flopped onto his bed and jacked off thinking about the
strange appeal of this nerdy undergraduate who was somehow holding
something back.  This was his first Jewish boy, but he really wanted more.
Nothing happened for several days and the campus was so big that they never
saw each other during the normal course of the week.  The following
Saturday night, he finished his lonely meal and resolved to spend the
weekend working on a paper he had due.
     About eight o'clock he heard a noise that might have been a child or a
pet at the door...not a knock exactly...more a light tapping.  He opened
the door and saw Nate standing there his hands folded in front of his fly
and his big brown eyes looking at the floor while that large shock of black
curly hair fell over his forehead almost obscuring his face.
     "I'm sorry," he said.  "I wasn't very nice last week...running away
like that...after all you did for me...I didn't show very good
manners...I...I'm not usually like that...  I mean...I"
     "Shut up and come on in.  I'm happy to see you.  Want some coffee?"
     "Okay.  Do you have anything stronger?  I may need something...because
I got to tell you something...and I don't feel very strong."
     "Well, I'm not much of a drinker, but I do have some dinner wine.  Why
don't we drink that?"
     They sat once more at the kitchen table, and Nate finished his first
glass of wine before he said anything.  The kprofessor waited patiently,
sensing what was coming.
     "I really want to apologize.  That...what you did to me...the licking
and the sucking...and stuff...I mean it really felt good...and I been
thinking about it all week...but I don't think I'm queer...I mean I've been
dating a girl for over a year and we've been talking about getting
married...and we've been doing it...you know...what guys and girls do...and
everything worked right...but...you know...what you did felt so good
too...and I'm confused...I want you to do it again...right...with clothes
off and all...but I don't want to be queer."
     The professor smiled and said, "Nate, no one can make you queer.  Your
body responds to all sorts of things that your mind hasn't learned yet.  I
don't think you are queer either.  But I am.  And I want to make you feel
good.  And no one needs to know but us.  We'll keep it forever here in this
apartment.  You already know you go for girls...so just look at this as a
handy substitute when what you really want isn't available."
     "Julie's gotta do the pledge stuff with her sorority this weekend.
But could I have some more wine?  And could we take it slow?  I want you to
do everything you would do to a queer...only I don't want to do anything I
would regret.  Okay?"
     "We've got all night.  No hurry.  You don't have to do anything but
lay back and enjoy your own body.
      Nate drank the second glass of wine.  The professor put on some nice
music and massaged the boy's shoulders as he sipped the wine.  When the
glass was empty, he helped Nate to his feet and began to very slowly
undress him.  When he had removed the glasses and shirt, he began to
realize just how appealing this boy was.  His chest was covered with a rich
layer of soft black hair that fanned out over a nicely developed set of
pecs but stopped short of covering his back and shoulders.
     The arms were strong and hairy, but this boy was no weight lifter.
His stomach was flat and a line of hair snaked its way down from the chest
into the trousers below.  Slowly the professor opened the belt and unzipped
the fly.  He eased the pants down as the boy stepped out of his loafers and
stood before him awkwardly in his boxer shorts, the beautiful cock already
reaching through the opening.  He lowered the boxers and then stood back,
looking at the boy.  With the glasses off, his tear-filled eyes were huge
and pleading.
     "You are beautiful, Nate.  You are very beautiful and it makes me very
happy just to look at you. "
      But he didn't just look.  Very slowly he ran his hands over the boy's
body feeling the goose bumps rise as the boy experienced sensations he had
never known.  The early touching turned to fondling.  Then the professor
removed his own clothing (He hadn't been wearing much) and pressed his body
against the boy's.  His arms encircled the boy and drew him close.  His
hands wandered from the shoulders to the strong back to the firm buttocks.
He kissed the boy's cheeks and then began to drop down his body lightly
kissing each passing body part.  When he had reached the boy's feet, he
started back up, this time licking all the way.  When he reached the
pendulous balls, he licked them thoroughly and then licked his way up the
shaft to the firm, bulbous head.  He licked the piss slit and then stood up
and suddenly kissed the boy's lips.
    Tears were streaming down the boy's face as the man led him to the bed
and then reclined beside him.  He continued to minister to the boy's entire
body, nibbling at his nipples, putting his tongue in the belly button,
sucking the length of the cock (which looked much larger than it had the
first time) into his mouth for a moment or two and then drawing away from
it to kiss the head.  The boy was ecstatic.  He had never experienced
anything like this. He and Julie had only done the basics and had pretty
much fumbled at that.  He felt himself becoming aroused beyond his wildest
imagination.  Then he found himself grabbing the professor by the head and
thrusting himself passionately innto his mouth.  The professor's hands went
to his butt and he felt a finger entering his anus.  He hesitated; then he
resumed the fucking motion which came so naturally to him.  He felt the
finger going in and out of his asshole as his cock thrust in and out of the
professor's mouth.  The man was allso using his tongue so that leach thrust
had a double action.  He heard himself screaming as he reached a climax and
poured his manhood into the man's throat.
     This time he didn't jump up and run.  He relaxed onto the pillow and
let the wine take over.  Soon he was asleep and the dreams were good.
     When he awakened, he was already aroused and felt the professor's
hands delightfully exploring his body as, indeed, they had been doing
throughout his sleep.  He felt his shaft rising as it had never done
before.  He wanted more, but he was embarrassed.  Once more he found
himself on his side thrusting his pelvis at the professor's face and
feeling so good.  Once again he dozed off.
     When he awakened again, the professor helped him up from the bed and
took him into the shower.  There they stood for a long time under the
shower exploring each other's bodies and rubbing their lathered bodies
together.  This time both of them reached a climax and then washed
themselves clean.
     Nate left that night without saying much except thanks.  They didn't
see each other agin for about six weeks.  Then one night Nate was at the
door and the whole process was repeated.  Julie was busy.
     Nate appeared at the professor's door six more times that year.  They
never said good-bye, but neither knew what happened to the other after
their last time together.  Both had other fascinating experiences, but this
lesson in psychology is one the professor would never forget.