Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2009 11:33:16 -0800 (PST)
From: don mumford <thinat20@yahoo.com>
Subject: A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY  .. Chapter Three (college roommate)  by Donny Mumford

       A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY .. Chapter Three (college roommate)

			     by Donny Mumford


I remember myself being fourteen years old, riding my hot-rod scooter to
Henry's house for our second training session.  All the way to his house I
was wondering what might be in store for me that night? The first time I
was there he kinda freaked me out by licking and smelling my feet. Gross!
It was a training technique to demonstrate what leaders, like we were
destined to become, must be prepared to do. By way of an explanation he
used that generalization about a leader leading by example, that's how
Henry put it. He sputtered out a lot of other words justifying the foot
thing, but I've forgotten what they were.  My primary worry back then was
that I couldn't understand all of Henry's thinking... often Henry's stuff
seemed like crazy thinking, nutty logic and I rationalized it away as
simply too advanced for me to comprehend.  I wasn't about to tell Henry I
didn't "get it" for fear he'd think I wasn't able to handle this older
teenager stuff. Back then I could handle it alright, I just couldn't
understand it all.

Well, what can I say, I know it's stupid now!  Looking back on it, I see
that I did a lot of dumb thinking as a fourteen year old.  Henry sold me a
bill of goods early on... the bill of goods that he was allowing me into
the secret world of older teens.  Exposing me to the sexy things some of
them did with each other before entering adulthood and a subsequent life of
heterosexuality, marriage, and raising a family.  It boils down to
this... I wanted it to be true, so I believed it. His explanation is of
course gobbledygook, a combination of military tactics and leadership
responsibility double-talk so jumbled I didn't know what was what, and I
didn't really care either.  What I did know back then is that Henry was my
idol and I loved how I felt when he did most of the things he did to me.
Of course, that refers to the sexy things that got my dick hard and
frequently made me cum like I'd never cum before. Climaxing was still a
fairly new phenomenon to me at that age and the extra hard climaxes were
magical to me and I looked forward to the next one as soon as the last one
had worn off.  Forcing myself to accept some weird behavior was a small
price to pay for all the new extraordinarily erotic sensations I
experienced.  I was fixated on the sexy things older teens allegedly did,
like Henry fucking me doggie-style after our last Boy Scout meeting, for
example. That's exactly the kind of thing that kept me "with the program".

So, that was my frame of mind riding to his place for our second training
night, I was hoping for something like a doggie-style fuck.  In order to
get there early I'd left my house without dinner, telling Mom, in a manner
reminiscent of Henry's pomposity, that I had business with an Eagle Scout
tonight.  She seemed impressed with that.  As it turned out, I got to
Henry's place before he did so I sat on their backyard bench again. Once
seated, I carefully crossed my legs at the knees like Henry does and lit up
a Lucky Strike cigarette from my recently purchased hard-pack.  I was
getting into smoking cigarettes on my own lately... kind of enjoyed the
"high", or was it a dizzy feeling, from the nicotine.  Whatever, I liked
it.  Billy was with me yesterday when I lit up a cigarette and he goes,
"Jeez, Andrew, when did you start smoking".  I exhaled in his face like
Henry does to me and said, "Fuck, I've been smoking for awhile now, why?"
he shook his head to clear it of my second-hand smoke and said, "Let me
try" and we shared two cigarettes together.  Billy said smoking made us
look cool. I cockily replied, "No shit, Sherlock".

Trying to blow a smoke ring, I heard a horn toot and there was Henry
driving his Dad's pickup.  I stood up and he waved me over.  "Get in", was
all he said.  I climbed in and put my seat belt on wondering why Henry
seemed so grumpy tonight.  We drove in silence to Burger King where an old
couple in a beat-up Honda lazily cut right in front of Henry as he was
about to enter the drive-thru lane.  "Fuck! That's the kind of shit that's
been happening to me all day." he snarled.  Sticking his head out the
window, he yells, "Hey, ya think you're somebody special?  You cut in front
of me, ya old fart!"  Behind the wheel of the Honda was an old lady hunched
over the steering wheel, an even older, white-haired, man sat in the
passenger seat. I saw the white head slide down slightly in his seat while
the old lady pretended she couldn't hear.  One last scream, "Assholes!' and
Henry, red-faced, turns to me and says, "I've had a bad day so don't give
me any shit or I'll spank you a new twat.  Got it?"  I mumbled, "Yes,
Henry" and looked out the window.  "Oops, Henry's in a real bad mood
tonight"... that's what I was thinking; but even so, his tough words and
authoritative demeanor gave me a buzzing feeling in my balls.  He was
tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, I slid my eyes all
the way to the left, keeping my head straight, to catch a glimpse of him. I
thought he looked really hot when he was being stern.

At the drive-thru Henry order two Whoppers, a large fries, and a large
coke.  Wonder if he's buying enough for my dinner too.  He got his food and
drove over to a parking spot under a tree.  "I hate eating inside with all
those losers", he muttered.  While he ate half the first Whopper I snuck
peeks at him from the corner of my eyes. Henry never closed his mouth while
he ate, he made a lot of wet lip-smacking mouth sounds while chewing.  Then
he turned to me and, with a mouthful of Whopper, talking with pieces flying
out of his mouth, he asked, "You hungry?"  I nodded that I was and he held
out his burger to me, right where he'd taken his last big bite, and said,
"You can have some".  I looked at him to see if it was joke, but he was
serious so I bent towards him and bit off a mouthful.  It was good but I
thought about the saliva he'd left behind from his bite.  Henry took
another bite and held it out to me and I took another bite... soon I was
eating with my mouth open making smacking mouth noises too, just like
Henry.  In this manner we finished that Whopper, the last morsel being
pushed into my mouth by Henry using his index and middle fingers.  He left
his fingers inside my mouth along with that last piece of bun for a few
seconds, staring into my eyes.  I glanced down at his hand and my eyes got
big looking at Henry's dirty knuckles, and I remembered that he was a
secret fingernail biter too, but it was OK because it was Henry's dirty
hands and Henry's chewed fingernails. Quickly averting my eyes from his
dirty hands I looked up into his dark blue eyes which were moving in their
sockets and very alive, they mesmerized me as I waited with my lips around
both his fingers, waiting for instructions, but he had nothing to say.
Finally he smirked at me while slowly pulling his fingers out from between
my lips.  In the process of doing that he pulled my bottom lip inside-out,
the same way he did it once before.  Then he dragged his fingers down past
my bottom lip to my chin, dragging along with it a watery ketchup-saliva
mixture, this allowed my bottom lip to flip back up the way it was meant to
be. I waited to see if Henry had some orders for me now... when he said
nothing I started chewing the last morsel slowly, still staring at Henry
until he turned his head away to rustle around in the food bag for the
french fries.

Opening and emptying two ketchup packages onto the french fries container,
Henry took four fries, dipped them in the ketchup and bit off a third of
the thin sticks before holding the bitten fries out for me.  He never held
the food out very far, I had to unbuckle my seat belt to lean way over
towards his hand for my bite.  I bit down on the french fry sticks and he
plopped the remainder of those four fries into his mouth. We ate the entire
large order of fries like that, without saying a word.  Henry never offered
me anything unless he'd bitten into it first.  Finished the fries, he got
the large Coke from the cup-holder and drank a long swill from the straw
before holding the cup toward me slightly. There was a wet piece of matter
from Henry's mouth on the end of the straw which I took into my mouth along
with some coke.  He took another pull on the straw and then back to me for
my turn... the coke tasted weak, more like seltzer than coke syrup, but I
wouldn't think of saying that to Henry.

While Henry ate I stared mostly at his mouth and at the chipped front tooth
that I thought was so cool looking, I saw how white his teeth were too, and
how pink the inside of his mouth was.  I liked looking at him, his wispy
blond mustache, the too-long blond hair in the front of his head flopping
down in his eyes and him finger combing it up before picking up food with
that same hand to share with me. He always had some pimples on his forehead
and cheeks, but not too many... a few.  He was nice looking I thought...
the perfect teenager, my idol.  Eating and drinking with Henry became
another sexy thing for me, it gave me a boner to eat food from his fingers.
Looking back at that "supper" now, five years later, it's obvious Henry was
demonstrating his dominance over me through humiliation, only giving me
used food and by making me reach for it... like I was his puppy dog begging
for a treat.  It was another control thing on Henry's part, but I didn't
look at it that way at the time... I thought it was Henry's way of teaching
me something.  What that something might be wasn't clear, but I didn't want
to admit that to him or he might think I was too young after all and demote
me back to being a recruit... demote me back to being just like all those
immature fourteen year old boys I started out with over a week ago. We ate
the last Whopper in the same manner as the first one and then finished off
the large coke.

All done with the food, Henry wiped his hands and mouth meticulously with
three paper napkins after which he bunched them together and did that "come
here" movement by wiggling his index finger at me.  I leaned toward him so
he could get hold of my chin between his thumb and index finger holding my
face steady, then he wiped all around my mouth roughly with the used
napkins. When we were both cleaned-up enough to suit Henry he sent me to
get rid of all the trash. We still hadn't spoken since he'd offered me a
bite of his Whopper. I followed Henry's lead in all things back then, I was
quiet when he was quiet.  I was mostly always patiently waiting for his
orders. Looking back to that time now I can see that Henry treated me in a
number of very different, very specific ways.  Depending on his mood, he
treated me as if I were a six-year-old boy, like wiping my mouth, for
example.  He treated me in that manner when he wanted to adopt an adult
role for himself, or other times he'd treat me like a submissive girl when
he wanted to fuck my twat as he called it, then later on he'd treat me like
an incompetent assistant or a naughty boy when he wanted to spank me. Very
rarely he'd treat me like an equal when he wanted company while he was
having a cigarette just chillin out, and even more rarely he treated me
like his buddy, usually when we were smoking and he wanted to have someone
he could talk to about himself. Of course, I didn't recognize the different
persona he'd assigned me back then and I'm not sure if Henry recognized
what he was doing either.  It's clear to me now though that that's what was
in play back then.  That first time at Burger King, after dumping the
trash, I got back in the truck, put my seat belt on, and looked at Henry
for instructions. He said, "Light us both a cigarette, Andrew".  I did, and
he was back to being pleasant during the ride to his house. Neither of us
mentioned our supper together, mostly he talked about us going up to his
room and how important it was for me to do exactly what he said when we got
there.

Going up to his room, for some reason, gave me hope we might be about to do
something affectionate.  I would have liked it if Henry gave me an
affectionate hug once in awhile. Henry had made me feel very dependent on
him and I wanted to know he liked me too, so a hug would be nice.
Unfortunately no hugs were forthcoming... in his room he adopted the same
pompous attitude he displayed when conducting training sessions at the
Scouts.  "Get undressed now, and get yourself at attention... hurry up!"  I
got naked quickly and stood up straight. First thing he did was finger comb
my unmanageable, weirdly cut, bangs off my forehead only to have them drift
back down.  He took in a noisy, irritable breath, but then forgot about my
hair and went on to do his so-called short arms inspection. That's the
procedure where he repeatedly adjusted the foreskin of my pecker... with
his thumb and index finger he stroked my uncut foreskin on and off the head
of my cock.  This was allegedly done to verify cleanliness but that hardly
explained the need to repeat the procedure a dozen or more times in a
row... of course it felt awfully good, I certainly wasn't about to
complain.  When the inspection was completed it left me with an almost five
inch boner pointing straight out of my small pubic patch. It left me
huffing short quick breaths with rapidly blinking eyes as well.  He fondled
my ass cheeks then, I went, "oohhh" very quietly and he squeezed my nuts
too hard making me gasp. Then he said, "You're all set, hop up on my bed".
His bed was a regular twin bed, the other twin was missing though, probably
because his bedroom was too small for both. I sat Indian style at the
middle of his bed as he took off his shorts and underwear.  While I stared
at his long penis, full bush, and heavy nuts, Henry climbed up on the bed
with his boots still on. Leaning back against two pillows which propped him
up, he said, "Get between my legs, Andrew... take off my boots and socks
and show me how much you remember about the other night's lesson". Ugh, he
was going back to that foot licking thing... this isn't what I'd been
hoping for.

His black work boots were fairly new looking.  They were low,
over-the-ankle boots with thick soles and tightly tied shoelaces.  It was
an effort getting them untied and a real struggle pulling them off his
feet.  Henry didn't help or hinder the process, just stared at me with his
dark blue eyes as he breathed bursts of noisy air through his nose.
Surprisingly his boots didn't reeked when I finally struggled them off, and
his socks didn't either.  I pulled down on his white socks, one by one,
using a hand on either side of his fairly hairy legs.  The sock from each
foot got stuck on his heel before it finally came off.  Long bare feet with
long toes and neatly trimmed toenails.  I'd never seen anyone with toes
this long, but I'd never noticed anyone's feet before either.  Still
holding his socks in my hands, I looked up to Henry.  His eyes were wide
and a small dark pink spot had formed on each of his cheeks, he said,
"Drape the socks around your neck and begin the foot exercise just the way
I did it for you the other day... do it slowly and deliberately". I nodded
and began.  Gagging initially when licking Henry's feet, I attempted to
follow his orders, step by step, without appearing to be in a hurry.  He
wanted me to start with his right foot licking the heel. With my nose
touching the bottom of his foot I did notice a foot smell, but it wasn't
sexy to me like his BO smell was.  I was forced to hold my breath for
seemingly long periods of time. A little breathless, he said, "Put your
face against the sole of my foot and press against it like I did with
yours.  Flattened your lips on my heel... Gooood!".  Of course I did what
he said, holding his foot up the way he'd held mine up... one hand under
his calf and the other under his heel.  His foot was very damp and felt
yucky as he moved it on my face, pressing it into my face and dragging it
up so that my nostrils stretched and I was forced to inhale a long, damp,
semi-smelly intake of musty air.  Then I was instructed to lick the arch
and after awhile, "Slide your tongue back and forth behind my toes... lots
of spit" and "now, in between each toe, Andrew" and finally "suck my toes
one at a time and finish with the big one, sucking it till I tell you to
stop". Henry was barely able to finish his last instruction because he
didn't seem to be able to breath.  He played with himself and mumbled
things like "Ohh god... oh shit... ahhhh ohh ahh" as I sucked his foot and
toes.  One foot, then the other.  I managed to get through this test, this
ordeal, or whatever it was, by constantly telling myself, in my head, "it's
Henry, it's Henry, it's Henry".  If it's Henry, it's OK in my
world... anything is OK as long as it involves Henry.

After the toe sucking he had me lick up the under side of his calf and then
further up to the top of his almost hairless thigh, "More saliva,
Andrew... more laps with your tongue".  Glancing back down his leg I saw
the path of wet spit, where my tongue had traveled.  By the time I'd worked
my way up to his crotch his cock was a flag pole poking up almost eight
inches out of that thick blond pubic patch of his. precum dripped out of
the pee slit.  Henry was breathing fast little breaths, his face was pale
now making his dark blue eyes look darker as he stared down at me.  He
seemed barely able to mutter, "ok,... go ahead, you can suck it".  I took a
deep breath and then sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, tentatively
lapping it with my tongue, getting ready to go at it hard and make Henry
say "Good job", but fifteen seconds into the cock sucking he climaxed in an
explosive manner... so much cum gushed into my mouth it totally overwhelmed
me.  Spunk was up my nose, down my throat, out both sides of my mouth and
running down my chin. Again my eyes were watering and tears ran down to
mingle with Henry's cum.  I was coughing and hawking up cum from my
windpipe... it was sexy, scary, and unexpected as hell.  I mean, only
fifteen seconds and he climaxes? What's that all about?  Of course, I know
now what I didn't know then... I know now that before I even put his cock
in my mouth, Henry was on the verge of climaxing from his foot fetish.  We
eventually got ourselves straightened-out after initially thrashing around
on that little bed together gulping for air and groping our cocks.  He was
groping his to stroke it for the after effects of his climax, I was groping
mine because Henry's climax in my mouth had me all horned-up. A few minutes
later, while cleaning the spunk off my face, a thought drifted into my
head... I wondered why Henry rarely talked about us working-out of that
accidentally blow job I gave him that first night. Now it was all about
what older teens do regularly and how Henry is "letting" me experience it
earlier than normal.... very little about the accidental cock sucking.
And... this foot licking, what to make of that?  ...hmmmm?

Henry was quite calm afterward... he was even nice and it occurred to me
that perhaps his crankiness earlier was caused by anxious anticipation of
me sucking his toes and licking his feet which he obviously enjoyed beyond
belief.  It was such an odd situation really... back then, me not even
knowing there was such a thing as a foot fetish, while at the same time I
was acting as Henry's own private foot lapper.  We got cleaned up as I
said, and Henry put me through some drills while I remained naked... him
too, from the waist down.  His BO was stronger now, but even so I was
wishing he'd take off his shirt because the stronger the odor the strangely
more reassuring it was to me that everything was OK. Somehow my unconscious
mind had adopted the BO as a safe harbor gage... I still don't know why or
how it happened.  Later, he fucked me slowly, doggy style again, and on my
way home I thought mostly about how good that had felt, and not too much
about the unpleasant foot fetish thing.  While fucking me, Henry's long
boner had been right on my prostate button with every hump, just like the
night before, and it made me climax hard with my cum shooting up on my
belly, the spray hitting my chin... totally awesome!  It was ten full
minutes later that Henry finally had his second orgasm of the evening.
Henry took quite a while to climax because of his earlier giant
explosion... it made for one of our longer fucks ever and I was moaning
with each thrust up my ass.  Even after I'd climaxed all my creamy teen
spunk on myself, Henry's humping of my hole continued to feel impossibly
good.  It obvious to me now that I had an abnormal need to be fucked when I
was fourteen... I don't feel that need now, but I must have had it
then. Wow, that long fuck was so hot, but later that night in bed I
ended-up thinking about the foot thing again, and it really was creating
some concern in my mind.  I mean, it was so bizarre that I wondered if
maybe Henry was getting some signals mixed-up in his head... perhaps he
wasn't perfect after all. It became enough of a concern that I consulted my
big brother, Josh... asking him about the older teen stuff that he had done
in his not too distant past.

As I indicated earlier, we weren't a close knit family but everyone liked
everyone else OK, and I had been fairly close to Josh when we were younger.
I kind of looked up to him for a while growing-up although we did drift
apart fairly quickly.  Josh is Henry's age, which had puzzled me initially
because Josh was going to college that year while Henry was going into
twelfth grade.  As it turned out Henry had had a serious childhood illness,
something involving a dangerously high fever that prevented him from
started his education on time... he started a year later then normal.
Anyway, I hinted around to Josh back then about things in general, asking
him about vague stuff. "You know, Josh...  stuff older teen-aged boys do
together.  Anything they might do together that you could tell me
about?... or maybe even did yourself.  I need to be older to participate, I
know that, but come on Josh... help me out here.  Did you and your friend
Andy ever, ya know, mess around together, Josh?"  He frowned and was
initially annoyed at me for bothering him, but eventually he adopted the
"big brother" role and answered me the best way he could considering the
sketchy information I provided him.  And, surprise, surprise... the
responses Josh gave kinda supported what Henry was saying.  In retrospect I
can see how I helped the answers fit what Henry had said because I was
hoping they'd fit.  Josh, of course, couldn't imagine in a million years
what I was actually involved in.  He gave generalized answers to my
unrecognizable questions, like maybe he thought I was talking about
masturbating, maybe with one or more of my buddies.  Or maybe I was
thinking about diddling some girl or getting into mischief like smoking or
maybe even doing some pot.  Josh was a normal kid who had gotten into some
trouble, nothing big... he did what teens mostly all do and he probably
assumed that's the kind of thing I was referring to.  He concluded with, "I
know it's corny to say Andrew, but it's true... you're only a teenager
once. Experiment, have some fun, dude!  Hell, I got into a lot of stuff Mom
and Dad have no idea about... they'd freak out if they knew about it!  And,
no... I'm not telling you either.  Heh heh heh... Stay away from heavy
drugs and always use a condom.  OK?  That's my advise little brother. You
OK, pal?" and he mussed my hair adding, "Awesome retro haircut, Andrew".
He was being funny with the haircut and condom comments, but I took what he
said about everything else as validating basically what Henry had told me.
Back then I remember staring at Josh, I couldn't picture him doing to his
friend Andy what Henry did to me, but what the fuck did I know, it seemed
he was saying he had done it all.

Obviously we'd been talking about totally different things, Josh and me. I
wasn't into a little harmless fun like Josh had been into, I was deep into
a sexual relationship with an older boy who was quite the dominant
personality while I could hardly have been more submissive to him.  After
talking to Josh I convinced myself I was living the life of an older teen,
just like Henry had said. Not only that, but maybe I'd get to do it all
over again when I actually was an older teen!... maybe with Billy and
Carlos!  What could be cooler than that.  So, here's what it was.... a
submissive gay boy who didn't know he was gay or submissive who was
actually living his own subconscious fantasies that he didn't even know he
had... that was me at fourteen.  Just a little bit fucked-up.

At the next Scout meeting Henry had to leave early so I closed up alone and
walked home alone too, smoking all the way as if Henry were with me.
Without Henry being there the Scouts held little interest for me.  I would
have quit after the second meeting just like Billy and Carlos had except
for that little matter of me being completely infatuated with Henry Black.
Weekends were still like old times though.  I mean as far as me, Carlos,
and Billy doing things together is concerned.  Henry didn't want to see me
at all on weekends so I spent all my time with my buddies.  I was as happy
about my life as anyone has a right to be... no one had a clue what I was
up to with Henry.  It was my secret thrill and I still had my regular life
just like always, so what could be better.  I couldn't tell anyone about
Henry anyway, if I did he'd shut me off...  he'd made that quite clear.
"I'd be ostracized for covering up what you did... remember what you did,
how you caused all this, Andrew?"  He reminded me of that the day after I'd
done it.  My face got red every time I thought about what would happen if
he told on me.  Then just recently he elaborated about the favor he was
doing for me, "I'm taking a big chance on you, Andrew... I'm risking a lot
for you because I see greatness in you... you could be an excellent leader
some day, a great Eagle Scout....  with time and training it could happen."
Oh, my head swelled with pride listening to Henry talk about how great I
might someday be, and I was full of gratitude that Henry wasn't going to
tell on me too.

My weekends were without Henry and my asshole needed the rest anyway so
weekends were a welcome respite in that regard.  By Monday evening,
however, I was anxious as hell to see Henry again.  That week we had a
Tuesday night Boy Scout meeting so Monday after dinner I was back at
Henry's house.  He wasn't home yet so I waited on that same stone bench
with my legs crossed the way he does it, and of course I was smoking. I was
also trying to anticipate what our training session that night would be
when Henry's Dad tooted the horn and then drove his pick-up into the
garage.  Henry came out first and said, "We'll be working in the garage
tonight". He never seemed happy to see me, he never seemed surprised I was
there either... it was as if he just assumed I'd be there because he'd told
me to.  He'd probably be shocked if I weren't there. I said, "Yes, Henry.
I, ah... ya know, I missed ya over the weekend and..." Henry ignored that
to speak to his Dad. Pointing at me, Henry said, "He's a recruit who I'm
trying to teach to march, Dad. Two left feet," His Dad smiled and said,
"Yeah, I saw him when we drove up.  How ya doing young man, I'm Hank Black"
and he held his hand out for me to shake.  I shook his hand and said, "A
pleasure to meet you, Sir." and told him my name. He smiled and sort of
gave me a once over, winked at Henry while nodding his head and then said
that dinner would be ready in less than an hour. It gave me an odd feeling
and it made me wonder, for the first time, why Henry didn't have a Mom in
his life. Needless to say, I never had the nerve to ask about that so I
still don't know to this day what happened to her.

Henry waited for the door to close behind his father, then nodded his head
for me to go into the garage, saying, "You heard him, I got less then an
hour to spend helping you tonight, so we better get started."  I walked
past him and noticed his BO was really rocking and rolling tonight.  Sadly,
mine wasn't. Saturday night my mother ordered me to shower and to, "Wash
under your arms, honey... you reek, Andrew".  I begrudgingly complied and I
hadn't been able to work up a new odor yet, not that Henry ever noticed
anyway.  He didn't do the foot thing tonight, instead... for reasons left
unsaid, he wanted to dress me in his old Cub Scout uniform.  The same one
he'd worn when he was eight years old.  I sighed, it looks like another
goofy training session.  Then, seeing the faded uniform, I exclaimed, "Oh,
I'll never fit into that".  Henry said, "You can and you will.
A-ten-shun!."  I automatically stood up as straight and as tall as my
five-foot-three-inch height allowed, my hands stiffly at my sides and my
head slightly back.  Henry finger combed my slanted bangs off my forehead
again like he's always doing, and like always they drifted right back down.
"God damnit!" Henry mumbled under his breath.  He went over to the work
bench, rustled around in a drawer and came back with long workshop scissors
intended for cutting building materials. Without hesitating he closed the
blades three times against my forehead cutting my bangs back to my
scalp. The large scissors made a subtle crunch sound with each
cut... "crunch, crunch, crunch"... my hair drifted down from my head,
bounced off my chin and then off my T shirt to land on the cement floor of
the garage.  I saw a clump of my light brown bangs clogged in the blades of
the scissors as Henry put them back in the drawer.

He walked back and rubbed the stubble along my hairline, made a face, and
said, "I didn't do a good job of that!  I wanted them shortened but I'm
afraid those big fucking scissors took all the hair off.  I'm sorry,
Andrew" and he sort of caressed my right cheek with the palm of his hand
for just a second... it was close to an affectionate move. That constituted
the one and only time Henry ever said he was sorry to me.  Our "affair"
went on for most of a seven week period and he said he was sorry only the
one time. I said, "That's OK Henry.  Hair grows back."  I thought we might
have a "buddies" moment there for a second at least, but Henry was back to
business right away by roughly undoing the button on my cargo shorts and
pulling them down... then my jockey underwear. He stared at my cock and
balls, his mouth open slightly as he ruffled through my sparse pubes, then
he glanced over at the drawer where he'd returned the scissors.  I was
thinking... oh no!  But Henry shook his head slightly and, closing his
mouth and tightened his lips, he began fondling my balls.  Then asking,
"You got a cigarette?" They were in my shorts on the floor.  Henry was soon
smoking one as he pulled my T shirt over my head... I was naked except for
sneakers. Tonight he wasn't concerned with my feet.  I remained at
attention as he rubbed his hands up and down my sides and then, facing the
side of me, he rubbed his hands from my shoulders to my crotch, front and
back at the same time, over my chest and down my belly and down my back and
up to my shoulders again. He paid special attention to my buttocks and
private parts in front.  Drifting smoke and Henry's BO surrounded us... it
was like old times together.  He took a deep breath the same time I did, my
cock was firming up and I could see the outline of his in his pants doing
the same. This was the kind of thing I really liked, but hardly admitted
that fact even to myself, never mind telling Henry. He apparently liked the
feel of my body and frankly, I had a great little body for my size.  I'm
six inches taller now, five years later, but I still got the good body,
even if I do say so myself.  Josh is the same way, it's in our genes I
guess.  Henry rubbed all over me, he closely following where his hands
moved with his eyes to observe each part of me, seeing and feeling it
simultaneously.  His head would often be just an inch from my face, his
hair brushing my forehead or my cheek... I loved having Henry's full
attention.

After rubbing my body for a while he groped his boner through his pants and
then stepped back to gawk at my almost five inch steel rod protruding from
my groin.  Henry nodded his head to himself, then he tried his old Cub
Scout pants on me.  Pulling them up my legs and up around my waist
flattened my boner against my belly.  The pant legs were short and he
couldn't button around my waist. He was getting pissed-off, I stood there
at attention trying to suck in my already skinny belly hoping to help Henry
buttoned the pants, but no way.  He angrily pulled them off and put the Cub
Scout shirt on me next... my boner was going soft by now. There were many
badges sewn all over the front of that faded blue shirt... Henry had
fulfilled every merit badge the Cub Scouts had to offer. With effort he got
the shirt buttoned on me, but of course the sleeves were too short.  Henry,
ignoring that, had me step into the smallest pair of Cub Scout shorts you
can imagine. I had to pull my sneakers off to get my feet through the leg
openings.  They looked too little for even an eight year old to wear. The
saving aspect of the tiny shorts was the elastic waistband which was
stretched out quite a bit enabling Henry to get them over my hips easily,
they weren't even snug around my waist.  Henry stepped back and inspected
me nodding his head to himself and, groping his crotch again, he said,
"Tuck in the blouse".  I'd never heard a shirt called a "blouse" before,
but I tucked it in using more of the elastic bands "give".  Henry stared at
me with shiny eyes, took a few fast breaths, then looked around till he
found the little Cub Scout cap which he tugged onto my head.  My eyes
looking up to the top of their sockets so I could just see the little
faggy-looking bill on that cap.  Jesus!  What an outfit... I was squeezed
into it so tight I felt like a sausage link.

Henry stepped back to study me once more, then walked back over to me and,
from outside the little Cub Scout shorty-shorts, he began massaging my
cock, which had returned completely to it's more normal flaccid state.
Henry rubbed and massaged my groin with his right hand and my buttocks with
his left.  His head bent down close to mine as he did the twin massages,
his longer hair in the front again brushing my cheek as it hung down off
his forehead... it smelled nice, like clean hair.  I wanted to hug him
around his neck and put my face next to his... that realization caught me
by surprise and made me give a thought to my true feelings for Henry.  I
was getting more and more under his control and the deeper under it I
became, the less I wanted anything to change.  By then I loved it all. With
those thoughts in my head and with Henry massaging what was becoming
another aching boner, I let out a rather long moan of pleasure and
amazingly Henry said, "I know, I know"... I'd a thought he'd be furious at
me for enjoying this training session so much. Looking back on these things
now I realized that back then I was the perfect candidate for one of those
cults we read about in school... the ones that were prevalent in the
seventies, or whenever it was... that guy with the koolaid, Jim Jones, and
his ilk.

Soon it was getting close to climax-time for me and I squirmed slightly.
Henry pushed his flattened hand past the elastic waistband at the back of
those shorty-shorts to fondle my ass.  Bare skin or bare skin now... his
long fingers felt cool on my buttocks and the feel of his hand caused
another moan of pleasure. His middle finger rubbed over my hole repeatedly
until around my hole was wet with perspiration. I groaned again and Henry
pushed his finger inside me to the first joint, and then slowly pushed his
finger all the way in up to the knuckle.  I was on my toes holding onto him
around his shoulders now, the "attention" position forgotten, my boner
dripping inside those Cub Scout shorty-shorts as Henry continued the boner
massage while finger fucking me.  I moaned, "Ahh... Ohh, Henry, I'm, ohh"
and a spurt of cum splattered the inside of the Cub Scout shorts.  I go,
"Ahhhhhh... ohhhhhh" as a long stream of cum leaves my pee slit only to be
stopped against the shorty-shorts fabric. Then another spurt as I
contracted my ass and groin muscles.  The feeling was fantastic. All of my
crotch was wet with cum, a wet spot grew on the front of those shorts.
Henry was breathing loudly through his nose, our heads bumping together
lightly and I wanted him to hug me so badly.  He caught his breath and
muttered, "You better not have cum in my Cub Scout shorts".  My climax
completed, I was breathing deep breaths, pressing my head against the side
of Henry's face, saying nothing.  Henry pulled his finger out of my hole
and then, with both hands, pulled down the Cub Scout shorts and yelled,
"You did cum in them... bend over.."  I'm like, "What...?"  Henry pulled my
arm down from around his shoulders, pushed on the back of my head bending
me over until I was forced to grab the work-bench stool.  I say a weak,
"Henry...?"  He sternly said, "Just stay like that and take your
spanking. You should know better than to soil someone's clothing" and he
started with the open hand spanking again.  It had been awhile since he
spanked me, this one was like the last one and I ended up with tears
running down my cheeks. Like I said before, I wasn't crying like boo
hooing, but it had to qualify as crying of some sorts. It really stings to
be spanked on your bare ass. And while that's true, Henry never came close
to seriously hurting me, he never left a mark, and my ass cheeks were fine
a few hours later. He got his rocks off spanking me, that's about it... I
can see that now.  He had a spanking fetish as well as a foot
fetish... maybe a pedophile thing too although I was only four years
younger than him, so I'm not sure if that qualifies.

After the spanking, while I was still bent over, Henry fucked me in a hot
frenzy and before he was done I almost shot off a second load, but not
quite.  Henry fired off a beautiful load of spunk, way up my ass.  It was
flying everywhere before his climax ended.  After we calmed down, we sat
side by side with our legs crossed in that strange manner smoking and not
talking.  Because of the spanking and then the hard fucking, my ass was
sore.  Henry knew it would be and without saying anything he slipped a soft
seat cushion from a lawn chair under me as I was sitting down. My climax
from the finger fucking and dick massage had been out of this world "hot"
and my almost-second-climax from Henry's fuck was pretty intense too.  Very
intense and I really enjoyed it, but still I admitted to myself that I
wished I could be held in his arms now. I wanted him to hold me in his arms
rocking us back and forth slowly, telling me about how I have the potential
for greatness, but he didn't do that.  Instead he held the finger he'd had
up my ass to his nose for a second and then up to mine.  He stared calmly
into my eyes as he rested that shitty-smelling finger on my upper lip.  I
sat up straight and didn't move, holding my burning cigarette out to the
side.  After a bit he took away the finger and said, "By the way, you need
another haircut, Andrew.  It's lost that crisp look. See that you have a
haircut before tomorrow nights meeting."  The butchering of my hair that
Henry had done earlier was forgotten by him, I guess. I leaned against him
and said, "Yes,Sir, Henry", then I took a long drag on my cigarette. I was
hoping the smell of the smoke would deaden the shit smell left on my lip,
right under my nose.  After we put our cigarette butts out Henry said, "I'm
proud of you, Andrew.  You know why?... because you get it.  Amazing how
well you get it, and you're so young too."  I thought that was the best
compliment I'd ever received but I did my best not to smile too hard or too
long, I wanted to act mature about it.  I said, "Thank you, Sir" and then
sat quietly waiting for Henry to send me home, which shortly he did.

Next morning, bright and early, I went back to the Mane Street Barbershop
and this time I got the other barber.  He said, "Boy's regular, right?
Hey, who cut those bangs like that?"  then he cut my hair exactly like the
first barber had cut it last time, except for the front hair, of course.  I
looked in the mirror as he was working over the hairs on the crown of my
head with thinning shears, this barber also thinned out my hair there until
my cowlick stood up defiantly again.  That finally appeared to satisfy him.
All in all, Henry sent me there for a total of four haircuts. Then, after
he left, I went back myself twice because at that time I was still
maintaining my Henry look.  Eventually I came to my senses, but it took
awhile.  Subsequent haircuts I asked the barber to leave the grown-in hairs
in front cut straight across so they could be combed up.  Five years later
I still have the same basic hair style, although my cowlick is long enough
to lay down now, as it has been for years.  I'd never thought about me
having this hair style because of Henry, never realized it until this road
trip... but it's true, I still have a variation of the haircut Henry
insisted I get way back when. Damn, that's so weird. Then I laughed at
myself because I'm still smoking too. Henry taught me to smoke, insisted I
smoke actually, and I've been smoking ever sense.  I changed my brand to
Marlboro lights, but I never stopped smoking.  What else am I still doing
because of Henry?  Oh yeah, I still cross my legs like Henry did back then.
What else I wonder... this is too fucking weird, I never noticed any of
this shit until all the reminiscing during this drive down to Florida.

Anyway, for the next four and a half weeks after the Cub Scout uniform
incident Henry alternated doing things we'd done before.  The foot fetish
was once a week and he eventually got me to rim him with that too, but
neither of us called it rimming back then. The Cub Scout uniform exercise
was once a week too... with that one, he made me cum inside his Cub Scout
shorty-short pants and then he'd spanked me because I'd soiled the shorts,
and then his fucking frenzy followed the spanking. Once a week we shared
the Burger King supper, always the same way... me eating from the piece
he'd already taken a bite of. He continued fucking me after each meeting,
different positions though-out the weeks but many times it was doggie
style. For my part I happily went along with everything because of the hot
climaxes and because I was so attached to Henry. I was totally under
Henry's spell... totally.  By the end of our adventure, I loved him.
Looking back on it I believe I loved him romantically too, but back then I
thought it was love the way someone loves their leader, or ruler, or
something other than queer love.  I was still positive I wasn't queer back
then.  Well, actually, it wasn't even that... it was more that the idea I
might be gay never entered my mind, so I didn't even need to reject the
idea.  Henry fucked me every week night we didn't have a Boy Scout meeting
as well as after the meetings so, all together, he must have shot a couple
of quarts of cum up my ass before it was over.

The last thing we did together was the two night sleep-over camp in the
Poconos mountains.  More then five hundred Boy Scouts were on that
jamboree. Our troop rode in two buses up to the Poconos Scout camp, a three
hour ride.  I sat next to Henry in the front seat of the second bus and
took attendance at the start of the trip, and again at a rest
stop... everyone except Henry thought I was a jackass.  At the camp I
pitched the pup tent Henry and I would share.  After dinner, and after the
camp fire and marshmallows, and scary stories... we turned in.  It was cold
at night up there and Henry climbed into my sleeping bag with me.  We were
both naked, of course.  The combination of both our armpit BO got trapped
inside the bag and then drifted out the top opening around our necks... a
reeking warm air that I was addicted to... it was an aphrodisiac to me.
Henry fucked me as we lay on our sides, his arms wrapped around by taut,
slim, body...  the first real hugs from Henry.  And, did he ever fuck
me. Henry knew, even though I did not, that this was the last two nights
we'd ever be together.  Almost as soon as Henry climbed inside my sleeping
bag he began pushing lube up my hole.  Henry had been using lubrication
from the third week onward.  I lay docile for him as he fingered my hole
with his slippery fingers.  It felt so good I wanted to squirm, but I knew
there was to be no squirming or I'd get a spanking.  My boner was poking
the side of my sleeping bag before he even entered me, just the
anticipation and the lube up my ass got me very aroused.  Boy, did I ever
love getting fucked by Henry!  Both nights the first fuck was a really fast
one.  Henry poking his cock inside me and hugging me tight against his
chest while putting his leg over my legs to keep me from bringing my knees
up to my belly.  That's the way it felt best for me, but it felt best for
Henry if I had my legs straight down.  He humped his cock in and out of my
hole really fast for about three minutes and I'd splash cum up on my belly
gasping for air, trying hard not to squeal too loudly. Henry had one of his
arms hugging me into his body and he kept the hand of his other arm across
my mouth to muffle the squeal he knew I'd make when climaxing.  My
tightened sphincter muscle clasping tightly around his fast moving boner
caused Henry to blow his first large load of cum up inside me with him
quietly grunting from the effort he'd put into that first quick fuck.

Oh my God, we both breathed deeply right afterward.  Henry left his cock up
my hole and snuggled me against his body in an obviously affectionate
manner.  His chin rubbing the side of my head and him going,
"Mmmmm.... nice".  This was what I'd been wanted, affection from him.  A
sign that he loved me.  Now, five years later, I know he was probably just
coming to the full realization himself that he was going to miss his young
submissive sex partner.  For my part, I was of course aware he was
returning to Prep school, but I assumed he'd be home on weekends and that
he'd want to "train" me some more. I was convinced Henry was as attached to
me as I was to him and this show of affection in my sleeping bag sort of
proved to myself I was right.  Fact is, while at Military Prep School he
never came home weekends and when he was home for the short holiday breaks
he had family commitments, there was no time for me.  Furthermore, he was
leaving the Eagle Scouts after this jamboree because he'd be going to
college next year and he was traveling in Europe for his last summer before
college. He had no time for the Eagle Scouts now either, and anyway, he'd
achieved everything as an Eagle Scout that there was to achieve.  I found
all that out a couple weeks after the fact when I went by his father's
garage to ask about Henry.

Finding out the truth, I didn't handle any of it very well, but before I
knew any of that, while on that weekend of our over-night camp, I was in
the best spot I could ever hope for... sharing a sleeping bag with the most
important person on earth to me. The second fuck that first night came
about a half hour later.  We didn't talk in between, but Henry rubbed my
side, or absently spread my own cum around on my belly with the palm of his
hand, or fondle my balls and running his fingers through my pubes.  He
cupped my cock and balls and moved his head against mine.  All the movement
were tender and I felt like purring.  Slowly his cock grew hard again,
inside me, and he fucked me slowly this time.  Long, slow penetrations for
fifteen minutes or so... it felt fantastic and I felt on the verge of my
second climax for five minutes or more before I actually shot out a squirt
of cum... it splashed out of my super sensitive boner with me stifling a
squeal. Henry climaxed a few minutes later.  He pulled out of me a little
while later, but stayed with me in my sleeping bag all night.  In the early
hour of the morning he did me one more time, semi-quickly, and I had
another nice climax. Having Henry sleep with me all night was almost as hot
as my climaxes.

After being so "high" from sleeping together, the reality of no more Henry
Black was a huge drop off in my world.  He'd taken me to the mountain top
in that sleeping bag, what a great place to be naked with your lover. We
shot cum all over the inside of my sleeping bag during those first three
fucks, felt like Henry's cum was drooling out of my ass most of the day
too. My hole was so sore after that first night and morning that I had
trouble walking.  Henry fucked me twice the next night too, the same way he
did it the first night.  That was it, my last Henry fuck was the second
fuck on the second night of our over-night camp. We both overslept in the
morning and Henry didn't have time to fuck me one last time.  I didn't mind
back then because my ass was on fire as it was, and I had no idea I'd
already had my last fuck ever from him.  The cum dripping out of my sore
hole caused a rash back there by the time we headed home.  The bus ride was
very unpleasant because of my asshole... my poor sore, rash covered, twat.
Off the bus I had to put away a lot of stuff at the armory, Henry surprised
me by helping.  Then he gave what turned out to be my last inspection.
Standing at attention with my sore, wet hole aching and itching, Henry
quietly said I was never to discuss our private training sessions or we
might get in trouble.  He was very mellow the last time I saw him.  He ran
his fingers through my hair giving me a small, warm smile while telling me
I was the best Boy Scout he'd ever known.  He held my shoulders with both
his hands and then pulled me against his body and hugged me, swaying a
little.  Then he let go, patted my cheek and left me at attention as he
turned around and hurried out of the armory.  I swear to God, his eyes were
wet.  I was very touched by his tender goodbye, still I had no idea of the
finality of it... obviously the finality of it had occurred to Henry and
maybe his emotions even surprised himself. Anyway, in retrospect I believe
that's what happened. It was a rather quick goodbye scene and then he was
gone without a mention that he'd never see me again.  His father picked
Henry up at the armory and that was that. I felt like crying while walking
home thinking I'd need to wait two or three weeks until Henry got settled
at Prep school before I'd see him again. It was especially stressful
because of the affectionate side of Henry that was finally emerging.  I
wanted to explore that much more deeply.

I had my fifteenth birthday "party" on the Sunday I got back from the
Jamboree and forced myself to be cheerful.  It was actually a dinner, with
a chocolate birthday cake for dessert.  My folks took us to The Ninety-Nine
restaurant.  Mom, Dad, Josh, me, Carlos, and Billy. It was cool, the boys
gave me funny gag gifts and I got my own cellphone as my birthday present
from Mom and Dad... that did cheer me up for real. Ya gotta have your own
cell phone in high school! That night in bed though I was back to mourning
the loss of Henry, still believing at that point that our reunion would be
two or three weeks away.

I refused to believe the finality of it even after his Dad confirmed it.
All the jerking off I did for the next six weeks was done thinking about
Henry.  I kept my BO in memory of him, much to the consternation of
everyone around me.  My parents were constantly on me to bath, they thought
it was a phase I was going through, adjusting to my new body and that sort
of thing.  At school I got two separate stick deodorants sarcastically put
in my backpack when I wasn't looking.  Billy and Carlos finally got use to
my smell and stopped mentioning the odor problem. I'd just gotten a Mane
Street Barbershop haircut before the Jamboree, but two weeks after the
Jamboree I went back for another haircut, just saving an inch of bangs in
front to comb up.  Then two weeks later I went again because Henry would
want me to, but that turned-out to be the last time I ever went there.  It
just, almost over night, was over for me... I subconsciously forced myself
to be over Henry. I never hated on Henry or thought bad of him, I just put
him away in my subconscious mind... not on purpose, it just happened. I
began showering regularly and jerking off without thinking about Henry.  I
went a month in between haircuts and when I did need a haircut, I went to
Supercuts. Same general haircut style and, as I mentioned already, I have
the same hair style five years later.

Barbara Cooper asking me to go to the Freshman Halloween dance was the
turning point, I think... shocked me into thinking that since I was
straight I should be dating girls.  I mentioned way back at the beginning
of this that girls found me cute and wanted to sort of baby me.  I was
flattered, and during that Freshman year at high school, at
five-foot-three- inches, I became known as a dating-stud with the girls.  I
was popular with them and I liked the attention.  I grew six inches during
my fifteenth and sixteenth years which didn't hurt my popularity with the
girls any.  I fooled myself pretty good that I liked having a girlfriend
and most of the time in my High School years I either had a girlfriend, or
was breaking-up with one, or was getting over breaking up with one.  I
didn't have my first heterosexual fuck until twelfth grade, had another one
last year as a Freshman in college, and then the three fucks last summer
that I've already described.  I started admitting to myself that I may be
gay around the beginning of twelfth grade, which is why I started screwing
girls to prove to myself I wasn't.  Until that time the memories of Henry
played little or no part in my thinking, but I had to start thinking about
him when I started thinking I was gay.  So, here I am driving Josh's
hand-me-down Dodge pickup to college for the start of my Sophomore year.  I
just turned twenty years old... goodbye to my teen years, forever.  I'm
twenty years old and gay and that's that.  College is on my mind now and
I've just driven my pickup across the South Carolina border into Florida so
in a few more hours I'll be at the college to start my first year as a gay
student.

This had been an interesting trip from Lansdown/Pennsylvania to
Florida... the reminiscing certainly helped pass the time, but it leaves
questions too. I know I'm gay, but do I still have that submissive nature,
or have I outgrown it?  It seems to me I've outgrown it, but I still wonder
at the pleasures I experienced while being submissive to Henry.  Those were
intensely pleasurable times for me and it would be wrong to pretend
otherwise.  Nothing in my life since that time has come close to matching
those erotic feelings and climaxes Henry fucked out of me.  Wonder how
those climaxes would feel now, at age twenty....  And, what happened to my
lust for getting fucked?  Was that lust simply because it was Henry doing
the fucking, or would I enjoy getting fucked by someone other than Henry?
I certainly don't feel I'm lusting to be fucked, not at all.  Could the
desire be in remission, be subconscious?  Obviously, I don't know shit
about any of this stuff and I have no idea how I'm going to find out about
it either.  I'm guessing I'll bumble into something during this coming
year.

I pulled onto the campus thinking about the cluster fuck that registration
had turned into last year.  A nightmare, but that was then and this is now.
This year I know where everything is and where to go and what to
do... registration was never going to be a breeze, but this year it was
manageable. Getting dorm assignments and a picture ID was a pain in the ass
though, mostly because of the crush of students all trying to get the same
thing at the same time.  Finally I was through with it all and I found
myself driving across campus to my dorm and wondering about my roommate. I
knew I'd have a roommate, all Sophomores have a roommate and, of course,
with a roommate there's potential for a dicey situation if you get the
wrong one.  Last year it was three to a room, so I had two roommates and
none of us wanted to go through another year like that, not in this
lifetime.  We got through the year but we never formed a tight
relationship.  Well actually, we managed not to kill each other... that's
as close as we got to being buddies.  For Sophomore year we're required to
fill out a roommate compatibility survey.  At the beginning of the summer I
filled mine out indicating "no preference" in the sexual orientation block
finding out later that for dorm purposes "no preference" would be
interpreted as "gay" unless stated differently in the "comments" section,
which I'd left blank.  I cleverly had mailed the form BEFORE reading the
instructions about that small matter. Freshman year we had no choice at all
who our roommates would be and now that I do have sort of a choice, I
fucked it up. Or, did I?  Ya know, this fits in with the new me... being in
a gay dorm is probably the best place for me.  Of course, I wasn't thinking
that way last summer when I was still dating, but I'm positive about it
now. Still, gay or not... there are good-guys and bad-guys, assholes and
hot shits, geeks and the guys who are with-its.... and that holds true no
matter if you're straight or gay or bi or whatever.  So the question is,
who am I and who am I getting for a roommate.  A little nervousness set in
as I carried my laptop toward my new dorm room.  I was more than a bit
apprehensive.  Oh, in case you're wondering... I'm definitely a cool,
with-it, hot shit!  Now, if only my roommate agrees with this
self-evaluation.

OK, here goes... building 6, room MM.  I guess I should knock the first
time, so I did and hear, "yeah?" as I pushed open the door to see a guy
over six foot tall with lots of black hair, sitting at a desk, typing on
his PC.  He had big hair, his hair was almost shoulder length and to me it
looked like a ladies hairdo... like a lady's hair often looks right after
she'd been to the hairdresser.  Parted on the side it was wavy and full and
shiny, but it definitely was not a "guy's" style.  Oh well, this is the gay
dorm.  I said, "Ahh, hi there. I'm your roommate, I guess".  He swiveled
his head to take a quick glance at me, his hair fluffily bouncing around
his head, and while still typing, in a grumpy manner he says, "You don't
sound too excited about that, Bones.  You're not totally thrilled with me,
I can tell".  I put my laptop on the other desk, "No, I'm thrilled to
death" I said, holding out my hand, adding, "Anyway, Hi, I'm Andrew
Fis...."  He goes, "Ya don't have to shake my hand, dude... it's not
necessary!"  I awkwardly let my hand drop mumbling, "Oh, heh, heh... it's
just a custom, it's not, ya know... necessary or anything".  In my head I'm
going "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!  What rotten luck I've got!". This guy, first of
all, not only has a lady's hairdo, but he looks like he could be thirty
years old, and for a gay guy in a gay dorm, he sure seemed wicked macho to
me.  In addition to being over six feet tall, he was big... not fat, big!
An athletic build, square almost, ya know?.  Swarthy complexion, not bad
looking, just older looking.  The name on his trunk, sitting directly in
the middle of our room, read... ANTHONY DECARLO... I'm going out on a limb
here guessing he's Italian.  He was wearing scrotum tight black jeans, an
awful Hawaiian shirt that looked like it might have been given him as a gag
gift, and black running shoes.  A large pinky ring sparkled in the sun
light that streamed through the window when he moved his hand.  Having a
window in a dorm is awesome, but Anthony was not.  I saw he had some of his
stuff on both beds so I timidly asked, "Ah, ya want the window bed or the
other one. Anthony?"  He was punching on his PC and mumbles, "Whaddaya tink
I want, Bones?  What you tink I got dem clothes on both beds for. Huh?" I
got pissed and snapped out, "Why don't you drop that stupid Mafia accent
and just tell me what fucking bed you want, you were here first so you
chose, it's not rocket science, DeCarlo".

He finished typing a few more words, turned around in his chair, gave me a
hard look, and with a menacing vein throbbing on the side of his forehead,
he says, "How da fuck you know I'm not Mafia?  Did you fill out the
preference roommate form? Huh, did ya?... because, I'll tell ya, a little
skinny prick like you can't possibly be a dedicated fitness freak like
me. How many miles you run every day?  How much can you press? What gym you
belong to back home, huh?  You know what, you got the wrong room, dude, and
thats not rocket science either, ya smartass."  He sounded so sure of
himself I gawked down at my dorm assignment sheet. Just then the door
bumped open and a big blond kid with a burr haircut and looking like he
just got off the farm came in and said, "Wus up? Yo, you Tony?"  Tony goes
"Yeah, that's me... he's just leaving."  My form read Building 6 Room MM.
I held out my dorm form to the big blond guy, he grabbed it as I'm
stammering, "Oh, is this the...? Do you have Building 6 Room MM... how
could we both, I mean this really can't be right, ya know" I was rambling
now because these two were looking nasty. Tony says to blondie, "What's he
talking about?" and Blondie says, "Fuck if I know, I don't speak faggot".
I'm like, "Hey! I'm not the only faggot here!" and blondie, tapping my form
with the back of his knuckles, says, "Yeah, you are. The homos building
you're looking for is Building 8, not 6!"  Blushing now, I took my form
back from the blond kid and saw the smeared spot next to the building
designation.  He's right, it was an 8, not a 6. Fuck!  This was
humiliating... but thank God neither of these two assholes is going to be
my roommate!  Backing out the door, I go, "Oh, never mind... I'm good.
Yep, I see it now, you're right. Nice meeting both of you, by the way."
Tony uttered, "Yeah, it's been fucking delightful... let's do lunch
sometime" and out I went, sweat running down the inside of my
shirt. Damn!... great way to start your first day back at college,
dickhead!  I was so pissed at myself. Building 8 was two blocks over, not
nearly far enough away from those two to suit me.  Driving over to building
8 I took a long breath and a sigh of relief... what a fucking nightmare it
would have been rooming with either of those guys.

With better vibes this time, I carried my laptop and my suitcase into the
correct building and walked down the hall to room MM, the door was open.
This room had a window too, I discovered every room has a window, duh!  Our
room was close to one of our floor's two communal lavatories, and close to
the communal area with the big TV, pool table and stuff, my dorm room is in
a nice location, sweet!  I took a deep breath and walked around the open
door to see my roommate talking on his cell phone.  He looked up at me and
gave me the nicest smile, then waved his hand as he lifted the mouthpiece
of the phone away from his mouth to say, "Hi, I'm sorry, but it's my mother
and I can't blow her off, yet.  Nice to meet ya" and he reached out his
left hand so we could do a left- handed handshake. I thought, "Good!  A
straight acting gay guy, that makes two of us".  A couple of things about
my roommate did hit me immediately though...  number one was his hair, he
had Henry Black's wavy, blond hair... the identical shade and texture. This
kid's hair wasn't cut like Henry's though, it was a bit longer than mine,
parted on the side, nothing unusual.  But that wavy light blond hair was
identical to Henry's.  I noticed this boy hadn't tried to grow a mustache
like Henry's wispy one... in fact, he looked too young to even have
whiskers.  He was Henry's height, about six feet tall, slim with Henry's
rangy build.  The other thing that was very noticable about this kid had
nothing to do with Henry, it had to do with my roommate's teeth.  His two
front teeth were bigger than you normally see, and they were slightly buck.
He had a cute mouth though, so when he smiled at me with his youngish
facial features I thought of a eight year old boy who had recently gotten
his adult teeth, too big for his face, but it was the cutest thing when he
did his shy smile. That's what my roommate reminded me of when he smiled.
I was very well pleased, visually, with this roommate.  The kid was fun to
look at.

Yeah, the kid was fun to look at, but you wouldn't call him handsome and,
frankly, he probably never will be handsome, but at this age he's awfully
cute. When he's older he'll probably qualify as... " nice looking".  And,
he seemed like a really nice kid too so maybe I lucked out.  Maybe I not
only got myself a good roommate to look at, but a friend as well. He was
still talking on his cell so I went out to the pickup for more of my
stuff... my clothes, my DELL PC, CD player/ radio, CD collection, my
fourteen inch flat screen Hi Def TV, you know... the bare essentials.  Oh
yeah, my own pillow from my bed at home too, a must.  A couple boxes of
books and some other junk in a couple of other boxes that I can't even
remember what's in them now, linens and things like that I think.  I took
the box with my PC into our dorm room and put it on the empty desk, then
back out for more.  My second time carry boxes into the room I had two
boxes of clothes stacked on top of each other, the roommate came over to
help, "Here, let me get one of those for you" he said as he lifted the top
box off and dropped it on my bed. "By the way, I'm Cory Dawkins, glad to
meet ya"... we shook hands the right way this time, me saying, "Hi Cory,
Andrew Fisher, nice to know ya".  What can I say, it just felt friendly
between us right from the beginning, and that was a huge load off my mind.
To have a good roommate is awesome!  Cory helped me get everything out of
my pickup and then he helped me put it all away. In the common room a
little later, drinking Cokes, I told him about my adventure with Anthony De
Carlo and about the blond guy saying, "I don't speak faggot" which gave
Cory pause, then he asked, "Did you notice and homophobes on campus last
year?" We talked about that awhile and convinced ourselves this was an open
campus, very diverse and no worries.  Anthony and the blond headed farm kid
were exceptions to the rule.

At times it was uncanny how Cory reminded me of Henry with his hair, and
his size, the smoking and so forth... and then, he'd do things that
reminded me of myself.  This isn't meant as a brag on myself at all, it's
just the way I am naturally... he reminding me of myself in the way he
acted, and talked, and the way he was deferential, anxious to accommodate
others... that sort of thing.  Also, as I alluded to earlier, he had zero
affectations of stereotypical gay mannerisms which neither Henry nor I ever
had either.  Fact is, I wouldn't have a clue Cory was gay except he was in
this gay dorm.  After finishing our Cokes, we both said, almost at the same
time, "I need a smoke". On the way out we agreed that the habit sucked and
we were going to quit "sometime", but that didn't stop us from sitting on
the front steps and smoking two cigarettes each. I tried not to think about
Henry Black except, of course, I had been thinking about little else on the
drive down here for the last two days, and now my roommate is making me
think about Henry some more.  Henry, of course, had started me smoking.
Another thing I thought of, Cory and I both just turned twenty, we're a
year older then Henry was when Henry used me as his submissive gay boy way
back when... time flies! Ah Henry!  I guess it's unrealistic to think I
could reminisce about him for almost seventeen hours driving down here and
when I arrived I could just put him back into my subconscious mind... no,
that won't work.  Jeez, thinking about my age now I realized Henry is
twenty-four years old. God, that sounds old!  I wonder what's happened in
his life the last five years, wonder if he ever thought about me... guess
I'll never know.

Back inside after our smoke we grabbed our IDs and headed out for dinner
together.  This is great, it really is.  Having someone I feel comfortable
with to eat dinner and go to classes with from the very first day of my
sophomore year... oh man, it's truly awesome.  Cory has been here since
yesterday, his parents and younger brother drove down with him.  They live
near the Florida/South Carolina state line so it was only about a four hour
drive.  Get this, Cory's mode of transportation around campus is a scooter
which made me think of that scooter Henry fixed for me years ago. Cory
showed me the scooter which his dad bought for him yesterday, so it's brand
new and, therefore, looked nothing like the one I had when I was
fourteen. That was almost a relief.  Still, I was freaking out a little
from the coincidences. I didn't want to freak Cory out with any of the
Henry stuff though, so I kept the coincidences to myself.  As a matter of
fact, I've never told anyone about Henry, never even hinted about Henry to
anyone. Henry is my exclusive memory. That's all in the past, and I intend
leaving it there. Still, it is part of my personal history and it adds
somewhat to the excitement of discovering myself, sexually.  In the gay
sense, I'm actually a novice.  After dinner Cory and I compared our
schedules and discovered we have two course together... cool.  I asked him
if he knew anything about part-time work on campus because after New Years
I'll need to find a part time job. I have enough money from working last
summer to last me until then.  Cory had enough spending money to get by so
he wasn't aware of part time work possibilities.  Anyway, that's something
to worry about later.

As the days passed Cory and I got along so well I was almost expecting
something to develop that would cause friction between us, but it never
did.  Becoming interested in each other sexually didn't happen either,
although that was more Corey's doing then mine.  He has been involved in a
relationship with his high school boyfriend for almost two years now.  Cory
says it's love.  He talked quite a bit about his boyfriend, Mark.  Mark
apparently is boss in their relationship, he has the "guy" position, to
Corey's "girl" position, if you want to think of it that way. That's the
way Cory described it.  Funny he would put it that way because, as I've
said, Cory isn't effeminate in the slightest.  I would have liked it if
Cory and me could have tried a few sexy things together, just to see if we
clicked, but no... he was in love and I wasn't about to break in on that.
Plus, Mark sounded like a hot head to me, actually the more I heard about
him the more he sounded like an asshole, but I kept that to myself too.  I
saw a photograph of Mark and Cory standing side by side and Mark is large,
he's slightly taller than Corey's six foot, and if one were slightly crass
they might mention that Mark's slightly fat too.  I'm not attracted to his
tough guy looks... but I'm not saying he wouldn't be considered good
looking to some, he just isn't my type. He was wearing sunglasses in the
photo, dark hair cut short, his arm across Cory's shoulders.  Actually,
Cory looked skinny in the picture standing next to Mark.  Analyzing a guy's
cuteness or "hotness" or determining my "type" is a new concept for me.
I've only been openly gay to myself for a few months, so I haven't giving
these kind of things a lot of thought yet.  I do think Cory's my type, but
I'm just not real sure of much, so maybe he isn't.

OK, so I accepted Cory and I couldn't get it on in a physical way, but over
the next two months we did form a great friendship bond.  We both were
eager to help the other with school studies, nurse each other through
toothaches and upset stomachs, colds, etc... giving each other encouraging
remarks when the school work got to be a pain in the ass... lots of other
good buddy/roommate stuff too. We ate our meals together and went places
together whenever we could.  Cory became a closer friends, in a shorter
time frame, then I ever would have thought possible.  He told me secret
dreams of his, and about boys he'd fantasized about while growing up.  I
told him about me just recently acknowledging to myself that I am in fact
gay, and how I've had no "real" exposure to gay sex since screwing around
with someone for a short time at age fourteen.  He was interested in my
fourteen year old experiences but I put him off saying it was a boring
story for another time.  Cory and I developed this on-going game of
evaluating the boys in our dorm, or in our mutual classes, and boys we
passed on campus or at the store, anywhere we went.  We graded the boys as
to their sexiness, cuteness, hair rating, body type etc etc etc... it was
all done in fun! We did a lot of goofing-around with each other, touching
in a non-sexual way and, actually, since our living quarters were so tight
we didn't have much choice about that anyway.  Mostly we just really liked
each other.

It was so enjoyable having Cory as my roommate.  Hugs around the neck that
were almost like a wrestling hold, the kind you-know-who used to do to me.
Cory and I were always mussing-up each others just-combed hair and always
when conversing we'd have a hand on the others arm or touching in some
other way... same when we were joking about something or saying something
serious.  To save money we cut each others hair, badly.  We also stayed in
our dorm room and watched DVDs on my TV instead of going out and spending
money at the movies.  We rarely went to the local bars with the other guys,
instead we'd bring six-packs of beer into our room and get drunk while
telling lies and exaggerations to one another. The gay dormitory was good
for a lot of laughs too... especially from the flamboyant boys who we, in a
good-natured way, called "flamers". Oh my God, those flamers were too
funny, exaggerating their gayness and flirting with Cory, me, and other
youthful looking guys... so outrageous, but lots of laughs.  It was all
good fun and the sense of camaraderie among us gay guys was
special. Rooming in this dorm was the right choice for me and I
congratulated myself on being here even though I'm here accidentally. There
were about sixty gay Sophomores in our dorm, sixty sophomores out of a
sophomore class of over seven thousand. We joked that "perhaps" all the gay
boys at the University of Florida were not staying in the gay dorm... yeah,
perhaps not.  I'm surely glad I was one of the sixty though.

At Thanksgiving break I went home with Cory to spend the quick holiday
break with him and his family.  Going to Pennsylvania for the five day
break was too expensive for such a short visit. Cory's boyfriend, Mark,
would be home too so initially that gave me pause.  Mark attends the
University of South Carolina so it was an easy trip home for him. Cory was
excited about seeing him and he thought Mark and I would get along
wonderfully.  I had serious doubts about that, but didn't express my
feelings to Cory.  Initially I didn't want to go at all, that's because I'd
be the odd man out, the third wheel with Cory and Mark. Cory said I could
hook up with his sixteen year old brother Tommy when he and Mark were off
doing something.  This sounded very problematic to me, but at Cory's
insistence I talked with his brother on the phone and finally agreed to go
because Tommy really seemed like a good kid who had actually planned stuff
for us to do together. We'd only be there for parts of four days anyway,
so... what the hell. We took a bus because my pickup was overheating and we
didn't want to take a chance on a break-down half way there.  The bus
stopped often and somehow required seven hours to accomplish what Cory's
parents had managed in a little over four hours in their car.  It was an OK
time on the bus though, I enjoyed being with Cory. He and I slept for a few
hours and then goofed around making fun of a couple of goobers across the
aisle from us for another couple of hours... the goobers were oblivious to
our childish behavior, but we got some big laughs out of it all.  Then we
ragged on each other about being horrible roommates and it was a
joking-good time... I mean, just sitting next to Cory for seven hours was a
treat for me.  I'm a little bit hooked on him.

Cory's brother, Tommy, picked us up at the bus stop.  Cute fucking kid with
light reddish hair rather than the blond hair his brother has.  Tommy's
hair was cut in a buzz cut, he had an even cuter face than Cory and the
same larger than normal two front teeth.  Damn, I was thinking that the
brothers have the cutest looking mouths ever, but I was just getting use to
appreciating guy's appearance so, ya know... so a lot of them looked cute
to me initially.  There was something even better than Tommy's cuteness, he
was just as nice a boy as Cory... sincerely a nice boy.  He hugged me by
way of welcoming me and then told me innocently, without being
self-conscious, and with deep sincerity, "I hugged you Andrew because my
Dad said to make you feel welcome. I thought about that all the way over to
meet you guys, at the last minute I came up with the idea to hug you."
Then he looked at me for approval... I had a half smile on my face looking
over to Cory to see if this was some kind of put on, but Cory was looking
at me anxiously too, apparently wondering if I felt welcome.  I looked back
at Tommy then and said, "I feel very welcome, Tommy!  I appreciate your
greeting and the hug very much. Thank you so much!" Tommy beamed, looked at
Cory who nodded his head in approval.  A big smile broke out on Tommy's
face as he mumbled, "You're very welcome, I'm sure" and he took my travel
satchel to carry it to the car.  I looked at Cory again who raised his
eyebrows like, "Everything OK?" and I'm thinking like, "what the ...?"  But
it was kinda nice, ya know?

Tommy was a very enthusiastic kid and a bit of a reckless driver too.  I
was in the front passenger seat of their late model Volvo sedan
involuntarily pushing my foot hard against the floorboard every thirty
seconds or so as Tommy tailgated every car he drove behind and talked a
blue streak while he was doing it.  I was a nervous wreck by the time we
got to their house.  Real nice house with two pillars in the front like a
faux plantation mansion from the old South.  The parents were extremely
nice people, so much so It made me uncomfortable at first, but what could I
do except smile.  It also made be a tad uncomfortable them knowing I was
gay, that was a new concept for me... being "out" as they say.  People
knowing I'm gay... same for the little brother knowing that I'm a twenty
year old gay guy, didn't that make him feel uncomfortable?  The gay thing
didn't specifically come up and none of them appeared worried about me
going places and doing things with innocent, cute, little sixteen year old,
Tommy... so that was cool. Tommy didn't seem worried about it either... so,
that's even cooler, but a little awkward too.  We arrived just in time for
dinner, everyone including Tommy had wine, and after dinner we all sat
around watching a movie on cable that was extremely boring although they
all seemed to enjoy the experience well enough.  I don't think I've ever
watched a movie with my brother and parents, ever.  Oh well, it was OK I
guess.  I slept in Cory's room sharing a double bed with him. That was
another totally unexpected situation, but no one even commented about
it... just took it for granted as the logical place for me to sleep.  Ya
know, Cory and I were roommates at college, right?  Yeah, I guess... but
sleeping with Cory was another slightly unnerving thing for me. The next
day Tommy and I had a list of errants we needed to do, sort of our
contribution to the Thanksgiving feast the next day.  Cory went over to see
Mark.  He'd gotten all spruced-up and was acting a little nervous, or maybe
he was just excited as he left to see Mark.  I waved goodbye to Cory and
two minutes later Tommy and I took off too.  Tommy, who was driving like a
madman again, was on this long rant about lady drivers talking on their
cell phones while driving.  It was difficult for me to concentrate on his
words though because I was busy braking the floor board again, and in a
cold sweat due to his own reckless driving.

Tommy was kind of a funny kid, when he wasn't trying to kill me with his
erratic driving that is... but it was tough sometimes to pick out the
intentionally funny things he did or said from the unintentional ones.  He
was so sincere and "down-home-southern" that I was biting my lip to keep
from laughing half the time, not sure if he meant to be funny, or if he
just was funny.  Very sincere, corny manners with everyone, not just
me. God damn, he was so sweet I wanted to hug that kid hard, and not in a
gay way either... just hug him because he was so cute and huggable.  The
fact is that he isn't gay in any way.  He asked me in a real serious manner
if it would be too inconvenient for me if he stopped off at his girlfriends
house on the way home.  I didn't mind, so we drove over there with Tommy
stopping a fraction of an inch from a tractor trailer when we got there.
The tractor trailer was parked in front of his girlfriend's house and, with
my heart hammering from fright, Cory threw the transmission into "park" and
jumped out of the car letting go with some kind of scream before hugging
and then swinging her around. She'd been waiting there waving at us as we
drove up at about one hundred miles an hour, almost crashing into the
truck.  After they settled down I was introduced to Joann and her to
me... very formal.  She was just as corny and "down-home" as Tommy, and
they made the cutest couple ever, so sweet you might get a toothache if you
spent a lot of time with them.

The three of us drove away with me in the back seat now, and the two love
birds in the front seat whispering to each other.  When we were on a narrow
back road Tommy asked if I'd drive awhile so he and Joann could make-out in
the back seat. Cute! I said, "Sure, pull over, dude".  Well, Jesus Christ,
those two went at it with a vengeance... me staring at them in the rearview
mirror so much I almost ran into three or four separate trees along the
side of this dirt road.  Tommy had his hand up her dress and down her
blouse within two minutes and she was grinding against his crotch to beat
the band, smacking noises from their mouths as they kissed in a frenzy.  At
one point they both slid off the back seat and wedged themselves between
the back of my seat and the end of the back seat. They never stopped
humping against each other and after awhile I heard grunting and moaning
and Joann mumbles "I wet my panties Tommy, did ya'all cum yet?" Tommy
groans out, "Twice Joann, and it's a darn mess in my boxer shorts for
certain... I near broke my penis when we slid off the seat".  Neither of
them thought anything they said or did was the least bit humorous, they
were in love and serious about it.  Damn, I was half laughing, and half
choking to death so they wouldn't hear the laughing.  I was also getting a
hard-on just thinking about Tommy cumming twice in his pants. That was so
unexpected and lots of hot fun.  They straightened themselves up, Tommy
pulled his shirt tails out to cover the cum splattered and stained front of
his pants... then he drove us at high speed to drop off Joann.  They talked
about the high school football game tomorrow morning and about the half
time marching band performance.  They're both in the marching band, both
play trumpet. Cute couple.

Back at the house I showered, jerking-off under the cascading water
thinking about Tommy cumming twice in his pants in the back seat of the car
I was driving... hot!  Then I went down to my second dinner here.  At the
bottom of the steps I see who's Mark looking out the window.  He didn't
look fat in real life.  He looked pretty good from the back anyway.  He'd
just gotten a haircut, his hair was dark, but not black like it looked in
the photo... actually, now it looked mahogany, quite distinctive.  I gave a
thought that it must be colored because I'd never seen anyone with that
shade of hair before.  The haircut was cool, short, spiked on top... he had
a big neck and wide shoulders. Had to admit he looked good wearing a
regular plum colored Polo golf shirt and tan slacks with cool loafers on
his feet. Damn, he looked better than I expected actually.  I was staring
at him while standing on a landing, three steps up from the family room
floor. He must have sensed my presence because he slowly turned his head
and looked right at me. I knew right away he was the dominant, alpha male,
type... his stare was so steady and confident.  I scratched my neck, took a
deep breath, and looked away.  "You must be Andrew, come down here and
shake hands with me". The words sound kinda friendly, but the authoritative
tone did not.  I scampered down the last three steps saying, "Oh, ah yes,
I'm Andrew Fisher.  I'm your boyfr... or rather, Cory's roommate, I
mean... er.."  Mark kept the stern stare on me and when I was in front of
him he put out his hand, quietly saying, "I know who you are" and we did a
quick handshake with him squeezing much harder than he needed to.

There was immediate friction between us, but I only realized that a little
later. What caught all my attention initially were Mark's eyes... a
startling shade of green with the dark eyelashes and eyebrows highlighting
the eyes.  Made me think of Henry's startling eyes, although his were dark
blue. Mark was better looking in real life, but from the front he did look
slightly chunky, like in the photo I'd seen.  As I said, his eyes
captivated me at first, very dramatic and exotic... plus his hard
penetrating stare.  Man, he was imposing and I could see right away where
Cory would be wicked submissive to Mark.  I would be too which got me
thinking about Henry again.  Mark was different from Henry though, I just
knew that... almost by instinct.  Henry was self-centered and very
dominant, but he had a little touch of niceness somewhere in his make-up
too.  I wasn't detecting any of that with Mark.  On the other hand, Cory
loved this guy so there must be something I'm missing. Mark says, "How are
you two getting along as roommates?"  That could definitely qualify as an
interrogation question, the way he said it, I mean.  I stammered, "Oh, heh
we get along, ya know, separately.  That is, we work together, but we're
you know, separate... sort of."  Mark made a face like, "What a loser..."
and while rolling his eyes, mumbles, "Come on down stairs, we're shooting
pool until dinner's ready."  I did the smartest thing I'd managed to do
since meeting Mark, I kept my mouth shut and did what he said.  Following
him down to the finished basement where Cory and Tommy were shooting pool I
marveled that Cory could be in love with this guy. Downstairs, Mark said,
"Andrew and me will play you two.  You rack Tommy".

That's pretty much how it went before dinner, and then after dinner
too... the whole night actually. Mark would tell us what to do and we'd do
it.  After dinner I, for one, was happy when Mark and Cory left.  When they
were on their way, I played a computer game with Tommy in his bedroom.  It
was fun messing around with him but I was tired and around eleven I went to
bed.  Last night Cory was as relaxed and comfortable as he could be sharing
his double bed with me. Except for that time at the Boy Scout sleep-over
camp when me and Henry slept together in my sleeping bag, I'd never slept
with another person.  The first night sharing Cory's bed I stayed on the
edge of the mattress on my side taking quite a long while falling asleep.
During the night I woke up finding Cory and me laying against each other in
the middle of the mattress, so I obviously move around while sleeping. We
both slept in boxer shorts, so the bodily contact was excellent and I
enjoyed it as long as I could, but some where along the line I fell back to
sleep.

This second night I was fast asleep when Cory got in bed, I don't know what
time it was.  His rustling around eventually woke me up though, and I heard
what sounded like sniffling.  When I heard it again, I asked in a whisper,
"You OK, dude?" and Cory said, sounding like he was upset, "Yeah, sorry for
waking you Andrew, go back to sleep, alright?".  I lay there awhile and,
not hearing anymore from Cory, dosed off to sleep.  Next day was
Thanksgiving.  We had a Southern style breakfast first thing in the
morning, which was awesome. Next item on the agenda was the high school
football game against their cross town rival.  Tommy is in the marching
band so I was going to sit with Mark and Cory at the game, except they
didn't watch much of the game.  They spent most of the time arguing about
something while standing over by the concession stands leaving me to watch
the game alone. At half time I tried to spot Tommy and Joann in the trumpet
section of the marching band but everyone wore the same long pants uniform
so I couldn't tell the boys from the girls, never mind telling one person
from another. The entire morning there was excitement in the air, the
stands were packed with fans, lots of kids milling around and yelling,
marching bands playing whenever a team scored... very cool atmosphere, high
school football is really big in the South I guess.  The local high school
finally won the game so everyone was in a good mood going home. It seemed
like Cory and Mark, if they had been arguing, had made-up by then.  Waiting
for the Thanksgiving dinner we all drank a couple of beers while watching
NFL football on TV, the traditional Thanksgiving game... then we had a
great turkey dinner.  Mark left earlier, before dinner, to eat with his
family, so right after dinner Cory excused himself to go over Marks house
again.

Tommy and I watched two DVDs... "Liar Liar" and then "Dumb & Dumber"... and
I was weak from laughing by the end.  Tommy would lean into me while
laughing hysterically at various times and it was just great fun.  I don't
know what we're doing tomorrow, Friday... but I do know we're leaving
Saturday.  I enjoyed myself OK the last couple of days, mostly due to
Tommy... the parents were very nice also. Cory, I didn't see too much of
him.  He hadn't gotten home by the time I went to bed Thanksgiving night.
Because I'd had a few beers and because Tommy had me a little horny, I kind
of hugged Cory's pillow and sure enough there was a "Cory smell" on that
thing and it got me all excited.  Truth is though, I was too tired to jerk
off so I just enjoyed the pillow smell while slowly humping the mattress on
Cory's side of the bed for awhile, then feeling like a pervert I got back
on my side and went to sleep.  Cory, smelling like booze, woke me when he
came in. He shook my shoulder and, kind of sniffling again,
whispered... "Andrew, Andrew... are you awake?"  I was now, so I rolled
over and asked, "Yeah, Cory, I am now... whas up, dude?"  He grabbed hold
of my wrist and said, "Mark dumped me.  He has another boyfriend at the
college he goes to. We're through..." He had real tears rolling down his
cheeks so I go, "Oh no!  Cory, that's terrible... I'm so sorry, man! What
can I do?"  Cory let go of me and wiped across his eyes with his forearm,
then with the palms of his hands which made him cry harder.  Damn, he was
seriously broken hearted.  I got out of bed and sort of hugged him, it's a
little awkward because he's taller than me, but he put his head on my
shoulder just the same and hugged back.

I didn't know what to say, or do, other than just continue doing this
hug... the hugging got tighter and tighter.  Cory sniffled up some mucus
and mumbled, "I hate that fucker... that two-timing fucker.  He fucked me
too... ya know. Before he broke-up with me, fucked me in his Dad's station
wagon and he fucked me hard too, Andrew.  My hole is burning sore... Can
you believe that?  The fucker!"  I patted his back thinking... this boy is
really drunk!...  to him I said, "Ah man, that sucks!"  Cory pulled away
and started getting undressed, "Will you let me lay next to you Andrew, and
hug me some in bed... I need some lovin, dude.  We're roommates, we help
each other in times of stress... right?" He was down to his jockey shorts
and I go, "Of course, Cory" and climbed back in bed with him following
right behind me on my side so that now he was sleeping where I'd slept the
first two nights and I was were he slept, not that it mattered.  I hugged
him with both arms as he squirmed around a little and insinuated himself
against me in a most excellent way. We were snug together and except for
his sniffling, I was wicked comfortable. The side of his face pressed
against the side of mine nicely with my nose next to his hair above his
ear... boy, he smelled just like his pillow. When he spoke though he
smelled like vodka or bourbon or some kind of booze which was not too cool.
Cory had gotten himself drunk while Mark was breaking up with him, it
hadn't been a smooth break-up.  Lots of begging from Cory for another
chance...  what could he, Cory, do to please Mark?  etc etc etc.... I
didn't enjoy listening to it because it made Cory sound whiny and pathetic,
and then I thought of how it reminded me of how I had acted when Henry
walked out on me... of course, I was fourteen at the time and didn't know
better.  Still, I was hoping Cory would fall asleep and sure enough, in the
middle of a meandering pointless sentence, he did.  Then I really enjoyed
rubbing my face lightly against Cory's and I got the most painful dripping
boner.  OK, I had to either let go of Cory and go jerk off or stop rubbing
my face against his.  I didn't want to get him going again so I stopped
rubbing my face against his and I was soon asleep too... fast asleep, after
first wondering what this break-up might do for the roommate situation....

to be continued...........       Chapter four  (Cory & me)

Donny Mumford          thinat20@yahoo.com