Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2010 20:13:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Peder Pederson <pederdagreat@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Need or to Wnat -- Chapter 2

Chapter Two
One Step at a Time


	Ohio State was nothing like Weston. Actually the enrollment on
campus was fifteen times bigger than New Richmond! And, Columbus, was
huge. I felt like a fish out of water. I had decided to join a co-op a few
blocks off campus. It was co-ed, made up of both undergrads and grads and
had students from across the globe. Harrison House had been an old
fraternity house and accommodated about thirty-five residents on three
floors.
	Each floor of Harrison House had a large bathroom with two private
shower stalls, two enclosed toilet stalls and four sinks. The co-ed
accommodations made walking to the showers nude impossible. So I purchased
a bathrobe for that purpose. Actually, the privacy issue was not too bad,
after you got used to it. It was sorta like living at home.
	For an extra $60 a week we could take or meals in Harrison
House. But, there was a catch. Those who ate there had to "volunteer" to be
either a cook or a server. Since I barely knew how to boil eggs, I always
signed up on the server's list. That was a no brainer! That meant cleaning
up after the meals. Living and eating in Harrison House wasn't too much of
a drudge in the long run. The food was a little iffy, not the quality but
the manner of preparation!

	The end of the first week I was eating my supper when this guy came
up to the table where I was sitting. He was vaguely familiar as I had seen
him in the house.
	"Can I join you?" he asked with an obvious accent.
	"Sure," I said.
	"I'm Khalid."
	"Hi, Khalid, I'm Jim."
	Khalid was a tall, fit looking guy--maybe six-foot tall, a
hundred-seventy pounds. He had black hair, lush, arched eyebrows, dark
brown eyes, a prominent nose and full lips which when he smiled revealed
even, white teeth.
	"Where are you from Khalid?"
	"Pakistan," he answered.
	"So I assume that with your name and your native country, you must
be Muslim," I surmised out loud.
	"Yes."
	"Do you have any problems with the food served here?" I enquired.
	"Not really," he admitted and added with a wry smile, "I'm on the
kosher plan."
	"Ironic," I commented to myself.
	We chatted, the kind of exploratory conversation two engage in when
just meeting. It turned out that Khalid was in the International Studies
Program, and like me pursuing his Master's.
	Then he asked, "Did I see you at Club 20 this past weekend?"
	"Yes, as a matter of fact I went there Saturday to sample the local
brew," then added, " Thought Muslims didn't drink?"
	With a chuckle, "Most don't. But, I do, from time to time."
	I nodded with a knowing smile.

____________

	As it turned out Club 20 is a low profile local club which is known
to be "gay friendly." I went there for a beer. It was small, peopled mostly
by the university crowd. Most of the patrons were guys and there were a few
mixed couples there as well. Club 20 didn't have the edginess many gay bars
succumb to and there didn't seem to be any groping going on. But maybe that
was because I had been there in the afternoon. Maybe the nights get more
raucous.
	Khalid, I found out, had a small room on the third floor of
Harrison House, the floor above mine. I had a small room too, in one of the
corners of the floor. But it was comfortable and suited me just fine and
besides, I had two windows and a twin bed rather than a single! I splurged
and had a phone installed. Not many students did, but it made it easy for
me to keep in contact with my folks and Bob who I called weekly.

____________

	Khalid and I bussed our dishes, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat
back down to continue our chat. We found that, other than our obvious
differences, we liked much the same things. They were turning off the
lights in the dining room, forcing us to evacuate.
	"Do you want to come up to my room? I have a bottle of Chivas."
	"Sure! Geese, Chivas is pretty pricey."
	Khalid just smiled as I followed him to his room. His room wasn't
much bigger than mine--a single bed, a desk with a small TV, a chair and a
small closet. He motioned me to sit on the bed, the most comfortable seat
and reached to the top shelf in his closet for the bottle.
	"I can get ice, if you want?"
	"Naw. It's not necessary."
	He retrieved two glasses which he had purloined from the kitchen
and poured each of us a finger of the amber liquid.
	"Cheers!" we said in unison and sipped our drinks.

____________

	We continued our chat. After a few minutes I noticed he dropped his
hand to his lap and "readjusted" his crotch. It was only then that I
noticed Khalid had a quite a basket. I glanced up at him quickly, his eyes
met mine and he smiled. It had been months since I had visited my favorite
spot in the basement of Old Main at Weston. And I wondered if this was some
kind of gesture, a come on? Again he "readjusted" himself. That sent my
cock into swelling mode. I was a bit uncomfortable. The guy to guy contacts
I had that last year at Weston had all be via the anonymity of the glory
hole. I had never participated in face to face sex with another guy. Was
this going to be a first? I wasn't sure how to act. What was the protocol?

____________

	Then Khalid leaned over and placed his hand on my leg, my thigh
just above my knee and looked into my eyes intently. I guess he was trying
to read if his actions would be rejected by me. They weren't, but I was at
a quandary as how to react, except by springing a full blown boner
unintentionally and my breathing increased in its rapidity.
	His hand moved farther up. I then started to gasp. Then he covered
my hard cock and balls with his hot hand.
	"Ahhhh!" I gasped.
	He moved from the desk chair and sat beside me, and continued to
fondle my cock and balls. Leaning in towards me he kissed me on the lips
and I felt his tongue trying to insinuate itself into my
mouth. Involuntarily I pulled back.
	Studying my face, he asked, "You not into this?"
	"I don't know."
	"You ever had sex with a guy before?"
	"Been sucked off a couple of times."
	"You want me to stop?"
	I thought a brief second. "Not really," I admitted.
	Khalid smiled and leaned over again and started to kiss and lick
and suck on my neck and ears. That was a sure way to get my attention. The
times I had necked and petted with the Weston coeds, when they kissed and
licked my neck, it sent me into orbit!
	"Ahhhh!"
	I had never had any guy do that to me before. It was electric,
galvanic. Khalid then slowly moved towards my mouth and kissed me there
again, gently. This time I did not react adversely. Then he kissed me again
and I felt his tongue against my lips. I parted them and that wondrous,
hot, probing muscle slipped into my mouth.
	"Mmmm!"
	The third time he kissed me, our tongues swirled around each other
and dueled in his then my mouth. For the first time I ever kissed a guy, I
must admit, it was pretty hot and revealing. All the time we were kissing
his hand was working its magic on my cock. Khalid leaned back, smiled at me
and slowly pulled off my polo shirt. Then he kissed me again on my lips as
his hand roamed over my chest and belly. His lips and fingers sent
supercharged sensations through my body and I groaned again.
	"Ahhhh!"
	"You like this?"
	He didn't have to ask! "Yes!" I replied. "Oh! Yes!"
	Bending down, he licked my nipple, then sucked it, then nibbled it,
then licked it again.
	I could feel him unbutton my jeans and fumble with the
zipper. Involuntarily, subconsciously, I reached down and helped him and
the fly to my jeans parted miraculously, like Moses parting the Red Sea. He
slipped his hand under the waistband of my briefs and grasped my cock.
	"Ahhhh!"

____________

	His long, tapered fingers were magical as they played over the
surface of my briefs imprisoned cock. He stood up, faced me, grasped my
jeans and tried to pull them down. I raised my hips in aide. Surely, Khalid
pulled them all the way off, taking my loafers with them. I lay there naked
with my cock pointing up, quivering and throbbing and subconsciously
wanting more.
	Then he stripped never taking his eyes from mine. I watched with no
little anticipation and was amazed as his great cock appeared, rigid and
upstanding. Khalid had a big, cut cock with a flaring knob and balls that
hung down and swayed with each movement of his body. But the truly
astonishing thing was that his cock hairs, his pubes were trimmed quite
short, about an eighth of an inch long. His body, except his lower legs and
forearms was smooth, devoid of hair. His trimmed pubes had the effect of
making his cock look even larger. Not that it needed it.

____________

	"Wow!" was all I could say when I took in his impressive body.
	Khalid, knelt down between my legs and started to lick my cock and
balls.
	"Ssssssss," I hissed in delight.
	Then he opened his mouth wide and went down on the entire length of
my adamantine rod, burying his nose in my curly bush.
	"Ahhhh!" I gasped as I watched my cock disappear into his mouth.

____________

	The sensation was incredible, as good as any blow job I had
received at Weston. But, it was magnified by the mere sight of his lips
encasing my turgid shaft. Getting sucked off anonymously is one thing, but
watching a guy as he sucks your cock is infinitely more erotic. The eyes
are truly an erogenous zone and mine were in overload!

____________

	Then Khalid pulled off and said, "Lay down on the bed."
	I turned and fell onto my back, my saliva wet cock lurching
upwards. Khalid laid besides me his mouth seeking my cock and his quaking
cock inches from my mouth. Rhythmically he began to suck my throbbing
cock. It was wonderful. I looked over to his insistent rod and tentatively
reached for it. It was warm and velvety and quaking and hard. I was amazed
at how good it felt in my hand as my fingers encased his glorious cock and
detected every nuance of its form. Slowly I began to move my hands up and
down that steely hot muscle and over the flaring cock head. Drops of precum
oozed out of the tiny slit and I ran my fingers over his drooling slit
capturing the clear viscous fluid to lube that precious pole.

____________

	Soon I reached that plateau where I was about to shoot my cosmic
load. My whole body shivered and quaked
	"I'm gonna cum," I gasped and jacked that firm, unbending dick of
Khalid's with equal fervor as his mouth was ministering to my cock.
	He sucked even harder.
	"ARGGHHH!"  and I unloaded months of pent up jism deep into his
throat.
	A low, guttural, "Mmmm," escaped from Khalid's cock stuffed throat
as jets of pearly cum shot from his great headed cock. My neck and chest
were being baptized by his hot lustral fluid.

____________

	Laying there on a single bed of the third floor in Harrison House I
got my first blow job in Columbus. Not only my first blow job, but the
first blow job face to face, not at all anonymous, but the first guy's cock
I had ever fondled as a grown-up. And to top it off, I was showered with
his opalescent cum.

____________

	He turned around so we were head to head, threw his arm around me
and kissed me lightly. We rested there a while, catching our breath and
descending to earth again. I have to admit that it was nice lying there
with Khalid after experience great sex. Then he roused himself, got a hand
towel and carefully wiped his cum from my body.
	"That was wonderful," he said.
	"Yeah, it was," I admitted. Then I further admitted, "Ya know, it's
the first time I kissed a guy and the first time I had sex face to face
with a guy."
	"But, you said that you've been sucked off before!" he said
incredulously.
	Somewhat embarrassed, I admitted, "Yeah, but only through a glory
hole!"
	"Only through a glory hole?"
	"Yep!"
	"Well, you're making progress," he said with a smile and kissed me
gently again.
	"Guess so!" I said with a smile.
	"Can I say something?" he asked.
	"Sure,"
	"Hope that this isn't a one night stand."
	"Me too," I quickly answered.
	I dressed and before we parted we shared one last deep, passionate
kiss that night. As I went to my room, I couldn't help but wonder over that
brief connection and what it might presage. I was amazed at how sensuous
his cock felt in my hand as I fondled that passion hardened muscle with its
great, flared helmet. I was amazed at my passionate response to his
kisses. I was astonished, dumbfounded!
	Khalid was a server at breakfast the next day. As I got my
breakfast which included a rasher of bacon he smiled.
	"See you're not on the kosher plan!"
	"Not today," I answered with a grin, then winked and added, "But
was last night."
	He flashed his amazing smile.

____________

	If I thought I was busy with studies at Weston, I was nearly
overwhelmed at OSU. I was taking but four courses which demanded a pile of
books Three of them applied to my major and the fourth was suggested by my
advisor--Renaissance History--taught by one of the preeminent men in the
field. During his lectures he would make a reference: "As `so-and-so' said
in `such-and-such'" as though it was a book or article that we should be
utterly familiar with. So I busily scribbled down the bibliographic
information and after the class ran to the nearby book store and purchased
it. Soon my library in Renaissance History was almost as vast as my
major's! I spent a majority of my waking hours reading and making notes.

____________

	A week after my initial contact with Khalid, he came up to me after
supper.
	"Have you been avoiding me?" he said with a good natured grin.
	"No, I haven't! Just been hitting the books this week. Atterson's
Renaissance class is driving me crazy!"
	"Do you need to take a break!" he winked.
	With a grin, I said, "A Chivas break?"
	"Yeah. That's just what I was thinkin."
	We went up to Khalid's room and as we were approaching his door, he
reached back and groped my crotch.
	"Mmmm. think I want that!"
	"Well, it's yours," I answered.
	Quickly we entered his room and fell into a deep passionate,
probing kiss while we hurriedly stripped ourselves. Still mouth-locked our
two naked bodies came together, our two hard cocks rubbed side by side. My
hands roamed over Khalid's back and sides and over his firm, muscular
ass. I was like a kid with a new toy. I couldn't get enough of him. His
hands searched my body too sending increasingly greater and greater sensual
shocks through me. I looked down between our bodies and saw our cocks
imprisoned by our bellies. I reached down and grasped Khalid's solid, rigid
cock and fondled his great flaring, glans-helmet.
	"Oh, yes," he gasped, "I love it when you feel my cock."
	Smiling, "To tell the truth, I love feeling this hard throbbing
thing myself."
	And, amazingly, I really did! It was nothing like those three or
four I fondled as they were shoved through the glory-hole at
Weston. Khalid's hard, satiny, throbbing muscle in my hand telegraphed an
erotic message to my whole body and my own cock surged to its elemental
hardness. I ran my finger tips over that silken, veined shaft, up, over and
around that flared knob, then down and I hefted his pendulous balls. I
Brailled every square centimeter of that wondrous cock of Khalid's as we
stood there.
	"Oh, Jim, I love it when you play with my cock that way!"
	Most of the time our lips were locked together in erotic,
licentious searchings. Our tongues took on a life of their own and they
explored. I pulled away, breathless and once I caught my breath I opened my
mouth and again sought Khalid's hot, moist mouth.
	Khalid's long , tapered fingers played over the surface of my
pulsing prick, ball sac and once or twice grazed that ultra-sensitive spot
just behind my balls. Within five minutes we were two quivering, eroticized
guys yearning for more.
	Suddenly, Khalid dropped to his knees and aimed my grasped cock to
his hot, wet lips.
	"I want this beautiful thing in my mouth!"
	I held my breath as I watched his tongue snake out and lick the tip
of my helmet before sliding my cock-knob into his mouth.
	"Ahhhh!"
	Khalid had the amazing ability to take the whole length of my
rampant cock into his mouth in one go!
	"Ahhhh!" I gasped again.
	He looked up, pulled off my cock and said, "I love the feel of your
cock in my mouth!"
	"Oh! I love the feel of my cock in your mouth too!"
	He stood up, latched on to my right nipple and sucked it into his
mouth, tonguing it in the process.
	"Geese, that feels so good."
	He pulled off and smiled at me, as if inviting me to perform the
same sensual magic. I bent my head and licked Khalid's nipple. He had a
broad chest and his areolas were bigger than mine, maybe silver dollar-size
and reddish brown. His nipples were prominent and so erect by now. I sucked
the nipple into my mouth and ran my tongue over that hard nubbin.
	"Mmmm," he moaned, "That's nice. Your mouth is so sexy!"
	Then Khalid manoeuvered me to the bed and I settled on my back. He
covered me with his hot body and kissed me. Moving down, his tongued traced
its way to one nipple, then the other. Lifting my arms over my head he dove
into one pit where he licked and sucked that hairy hollow.
	"Oh! My Gawd!" I gasped. My body torqued and my head whipped from
side to side. Never had I felt such a voluptuous, electric sensation. His
broad, hot tongued laved my hairy pit, sending spasms through my body.
	He moved downward over my belly. By then I was trembling with
wanton desire. I felt his arrival at my curly bush and then my cock again
was engulfed in his hot, wet mouth.
	"Ahhhh! Gawd!"
	Rapidly his head bobbed up and down on my pulsing, palpitating
prick. I rushed towards that moment of release, panting and gasping. Then
he pulled off and looked up at me.
	"You like it when I suck your hard cock"
	"Oh! Yes!"
	"You like the feel of your big cock in my mouth?"
	"Oh! Yes! It feels so fuckin good!"
	Then he started again and again my body was sent into squirming
spasms. Those magical fingers fondled my balls, one at a time, then slipped
to that incredibly sensitive spot just behind them. He didn't stop there,
but lightly raked his finger over my tightly puckered bud.
	"Ahhhh! Damn!" I groaned.
	Then he centered one finger on my bud and applied a small amount of
pressure as if wanting to gain entrance.
	I winced, and seeing this he moved his finger away. Knowing that my
experience was limited, he deferred to my inexperience and returned to
fondling my balls.
	I rushed towards that moment of primordial release where I would
join with the cosmos. And again he pulled off. But this time he reached
over to his desk drawer where he extracted a tube, a tube of K-Y. Squeezing
a dollop into his palm he slathered it over my trembling, yearning
cock. That was wondrous! Then another amount was squeezed out onto his
fingers and he reached behind himself and deposited it on his waiting
sphincter.
	I watched and understood what he was doing and what the next step
would be . . . at least I thought I did.
	"What are you doing?"
	"I'm going to sit on the magnificent cock of yours! I wanna feel
your big dick in my ass!"
	"Geese!"

____________

	I had seen a limited number of porn videos at Weston. Most were of
the male-female variety. One or two happened to be male-female-male
combinations. Of course there was a lot of sucking, licking, vaginal
fucking and ass fucking. That always made me squirm. I couldn't imagine how
a guy could get satisfaction by having his ass penetrated by another guy's
big, hard cock. But the videos seemed to indicate that they rather liked
it.

____________

	Khalid ran his lubed hand up and down my waiting cock as he
prepared himself. Then he bracketed my legs with his, forced them together
and scooted up towards my towering, lubed cock. He straddled my hips,
reached behind him, grasped my cock and aimed it towards the goal he so
desired. I felt the pressure of his body as my quaking cock head pushed
against his tight hole, his love tunnel. He bore down some more and
suddenly my flared cock-head POPPED into his muscled gate.
	"Ahhhh!" we both gasped.
	Holding his position, Khalid took deep breaths as he adjusted his
quaking sphincter to the invasion of my cock. Then he bore down again and a
couple of inches of my straining cock slipped in. Again he rested and so
did I. The feeling of my cock slipping past that tight, ringed muscle was
luxurious beyond belief. Our eyes were locked on each other as this
luscious dance continued. Again he bore down, this time all the way! He was
pinioned on my prick.
	"Oh! Geese! I thought your mouth felt great! But . . . your ass
. . . is beyond compare," I murmured as I was engulfed by his dark, hot,
velvety channel.
	Then slowly he moved up and down, further and further `til my cock
popped out only to be submerged into that astonishing cavity.
	"Oh! Gawd! Oh, gawd," I gasped.
	Subconsciously, I began to thrust my cock into him on his downward
motion.
	"Yeah! Fuck my ass!" he gasped
	And I did! He rose up and held his position and I began to bounce
my ass off the bed, fucking him, shoving my cock again and again deep into
him.
	"Geese. This is fantastic!" I gasped.
	"YOU are fantastic," he whispered.
	In this position we performed that primordial, millennium old dance
for long minutes. We panted with desire. Beads of sweat decorated our
face. Then Khalid pulled off, stood beside the bed.
	"Let me lay there," he said.
	I got up, my hard cock waving in the air while he took my place and
spread his legs.
	"Get between my legs and fuck me," he demanded.
	Quickly I positioned myself between his legs and he lifted them to
my shoulders exposing his quivering hole. By then, I knew exactly what to
do, I moved up, aimed my cock for his relaxed sphinctered and thrust it in!
	"Ahhhh! Yes!" came his response.
	My hips took over as I began to plunge in and out of that fantastic
orifice. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper I lunged into him. I had
unwittingly become and automatic fucking machine.
	"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking your beautiful ass!"
	"Yes! Do it!"
	Grasping his own cock in his lube covered hand, Khalid kept rhythm
with my plunging prick.
	"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" He gasped as i watched him jacking his beautiful
cock.
	I reached down and replaced his hand with mine. His cock was hard
and velvety and slippery and hot and exceedingly wonderful to my touch. As
I jacked his cock and fucked his ass, Khalid lowered his legs from my
shoulder and locked them about my waist, urging me inward with every
embedding movement of my cock in him.
	"Gawd! I love this!"
	Then the inevitable made itself known. I was racing for the abyss
of release. Then every motion, every conscious effort went on autopilot! I
fucked, I rammed my cock into him, wanting the ultimate goal, demanding
it. No longer was my mind in control. My cock became the ultimate dictator.
	"I'm goin to cum!" I gasped.
	Then I slammed deep into him and I exploded!
	"ARGGHHH!" I cried.
	I slammed into his ass again, and again and a fourth time as I shot
load after load of my lustral fluid time after lessening time deep in his
gut. Then I felt his sphincter spasm, convulse as jets of cum rocketed over
his body.
	"ARGGHHH!"
	I was amazed at the amount of cum he ejected. Pools of opalescent
fluid shimmered on his chest and belly.
	"That was magnificent."
	"Yeah. It was."
	I fell on his chest and kissed him. His legs unlocked from about my
waist and his arms enfolded my torso and we slipped into a shallow sleep.
	Some time later, he whispered in my ear, "Jim, can you move a
little. You're getting heavy."
	I shifted my weight to the side and my now limp cock slipped out of
that luscious hole.
	"Mmmm!" we both moaned at the loss.
	Turning onto our sides and facing each other we smiled and lightly
kissed.
	"You are marvelous," he whispered.
	"So are you!"
	"Was that your first fuck?"
	"No."
	"No?"
	"I've fucked a couple of girls before. But I don't remember it ever
feeling this good."
	He smiled, triumphantly.
	"Can I ask you a question?"
	"Sure."
	"Obviously you've been fucked before."
	"Yes."
	"When was the first time?"
	"When I was thirteen. "
	"Thirteen? Damn!"
	Khalid smiled, and explained, "In my country, the only woman a man
fucks is his wife. To fuck a woman that you're not married to is
forbidden. It can mean death if you're caught. So many guys and men release
their needs with a younger guy. It's not unusual and most guys don't think
anything about it"
	"Who was the guy?"
	"A friend of my father."
	"Did he rape you?"
	"Not really."
	"Is it considered to be a gay contact?"
	"Not necessarily. Although there are men who allow themselves to be
fucked by other men on a regular basis. They would be considered gay. But
the guy who is doing the fucking never considers his actions as being
gay. And the guy, or kid who is being fucked merely accepts it as part of
life. Even though he may enjoy it, he doesn't consider himself gay and may
a happy family life with a woman."
	"Geese. Does it happen a lot?"
	"I don't know what `a lot' is, but it is estimated that over ninety
percent of Pakistani men have fucked a boy or other guy at least once in
their life."
	"Mmmmm. So was that the first time you sucked a guy?"
	Smiling, "No. The first time was three years ago . . . here
. . . when I was an undergrad. If you suck a guy in Pakistan, it's
considered a great sin and you will be labeled gay."
	"Damn!" then I asked, hesitantly, "So . . . Khalid . . . do you
. . . consider . . . ."
	"Consider myself gay?"
	"Yes."
	"Yes. But in Pakistan I can never come out. Being gay is also
forbidden. I will probably marry some day. My family would expect it."
	"Damn!"
	He merely smiled.
	"Can I ask you another question?"
	"Sure."
	"Do all the men in Pakistan shave their crotches?" I asked rubbing
my hand over his short cock hairs.
	"Yes, it's a cultural thing. Think it has something to do with
hygiene."
	"Mmmmm."
	"Any thing else?" Khalid asked with a smirk.
	"Yeah! Are all Pakistanis as hung as you?" I asked with a grin.
	Khalid laughed. "I don't know . . . haven't seen them all!"
	We snuggled together some more before I cleaned up and went to my
own room.

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	If I was a little bit concerned or doubtful about my reaction the
first time I was with Khalid, I sure as hell wasn't this time. I had
enjoyed having sex with him. He was gentle and understanding, not at all
pushy. And, he opened doors, or maybe gave me the keys so that I could open
the doors to explore my sexuality. It was amazing watching his warm, moist
lips slide up and down my cock. Even more amazing was watching my cock
slide in and out of his puckered ass, stretching it. And, kissing him was a
delight I had never considered experiencing with another guy.
	As one day melted into the next, my mind returned again and again
to those two hot sessions we had together. Many times I yearned for him,
his touch, his feel, but was too timid, I guess to ask him to hold me, to
kiss me, to suck me.

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	A week or so later, one Thursday night I was getting ready for bed
when there was a knock on the door. I opened it was Khalid. He looked drawn
and his eyes were red.
	"Khalid, come in. What's the matter?"
	"I just got a call informing me that my grandmother died."
	"Khalid, I'm so sorry. Were you close to your grandmother?"
	"Yes. She raised me," and tears flowed down his cheeks.
	I wrapped my arms around Khalid to comfort him.
	"Can . . . I stay . . . with you . . . tonight?"
	"Of course you can."
	Khalid stripped down to his briefs and climbed into the bed. I
followed him and snuggled up to his back my arm around his chest. We slept
that way the whole night. There was no thought of sex, I was only
comforting my new friend.
	I woke first, put on my robe and quickly padded to the bathroom for
my morning piss and to brush my teeth. When I got back to my room, Khalid
had not moved a bit and was gently snoring. I decided to forego breakfast
and instead read one of the new books I had just received through
inter-library-loan. An hour later, Khalid moaned softly, stretched and
rolled over facing me.
	"What time is it?"
	"9:30."
	"Damn! Did you take breakfast?"
	"No. I didn't want any this morning."
	He swung out of my bed, saying, "Geese, did I come down here like
this?" looking down at his briefs.
	"No. I hung your clothes in my closet."
	Khalid stood up and his briefs were obscenely tented with a piss
hard-on.
	"Damn!" I said.
	"Sorry about that!" he said, grinning, and added, "Happens every
morning!"
	"Does to me too!"
	Just seeing him standing there with his briefs stretched over his
big helmeted cock sent chills through me. It had only been a little while
ago that I first touched his magnificent cock and already I wanted to do it
again. But, I held back. It wouldn't be fair at this time.
	"How you feeling this morning?"
	"OK, I guess. The sleep did me good, and by the way thanks for
taking me in like that. I really do appreciate it. I just couldn't be
alone."
	"Nothing to thank me for."
	He reached for his clothes, dressed, came over to where I was
sitting and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.
	"Gotta go. Have a class this afternoon."
	As he was leaving, I asked, "Wanna have supper with me tonight?"
	"Sure," and he was gone.

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	That evening we quietly ate our supper. Khalid seemed a bit down,
but that was to be expected.
	Softly he asked, "You wanna come to my room?"
	"Sure, if you want."
	"I want."
	"OK, but why don't we go to my room instead."
	Upon entering my room, Khalid took me into his arms and whispered,
"I need you, Jim."
	"I need you too," I gasped, "But, are you sure?"
	He answered my question by immediately and quickly stripping. I
followed his example and we stretched out on my bed, facing each other. He
moved close to me and we fell into a deep, probing kiss, our bodies
touching along their whole length. Both of our cocks without hesitation
attained full, yearning erection. Breaking our kiss, Khalid slipped down
and attacked my rigid cock with his wet, hot mouth.
	"Ahhhh!" I gasped and said, "Turn around so I can play with your
cock."
	He did without relinquishing his oral grip on my throbbing
cock. That great dick of his waved in front of me and I quickly grasped it
and started to fondle its length and those low hanging balls.
	"Mmmm!" he moaned as he started to bob up and down on my throat
imprisoned cock.
	Without any conscious thought, without consideration, without any
preordained plan I snaked my tongue out and licked that flaring knob. It
wasn't `til I had that helmet in my mouth that I became consciously aware
of what I was doing. The door had been unlocked, the dam had been opened
and here I was sucking Khalid's magnificent cock. I took half of its length
in my mouth as my tongue explored its surface.
	Khalid pulled off my cock, looked at me with surprise and said,
"You are sucking my cock!"
	"Uh huh," I said, glancing down at him.
	I tried to take his whole cock into my mouth, but gagged. I pulled
part way off but didn't give up my oral hold on that hard, satiny
pole. Then I began to bob up and down that magnificent dick's half
length. The feel of that great, flared head plowing back and forth in my
mouth was a new sensation, but one that sent delightful sensations through
my body. It felt good, not at all "strange."
	There was something incredibly wonderful about having his cock in
my mouth. The feeling of his flared cock head rubbing over my tongue felt,
not just right, but eminently desirable. I pulled off and looked down into
Khalid's passion worked face.
	"Am I doing it right?" I asked.
	"OH! Allahmah. Yes!"
	"Stand beside the bed, please," I asked him.
	With a look of surprise he complied. I swung around `til I was
sitting on the edge of the bed and he standing in front of me, between my
spread legs. I held that adamantine cock in the palm of my hand and
visually scanned its whole surface. I lifted it and examined his low
hangers, hefting them, rolling them in my fingers. I traced up the
underside ridge to the flared corona and around its ridge first with my
finger, then my tongue. I rubbed my palm across those short cropped cock
hairs. Then with my index finger and thumb I encircled the base of that
rigid shaft and sucked half of it into my mouth and began to bob on and off
that fantastic thing.
	"Ahhhh!" Khalid groaned.
	The feelings that his hot, hard cock in my mouth engendered, plus
his gasps and trembling body was wonderful.
	"Allahmah! I'm going to cum!"
	I contemplated pulling off that swelling cock, but was quickly
flooded with his warm lustral fluid. I swallowed it.
	Khalid pulled out of my mouth with a wet popping sound, bent down,
grasped my face and kissed me with a passion I had rarely encountered.
	"That was wonderful," I said.
	"YOU are wonderful," came his reply, and he dropped to his knees
and buried his face in my crotch, licking and sucking me into his mouth.
	His movement was so quick, it took my breath away.
	"Geese!" I gasped as his wet mouth slid up and down on my cock.
	I saw him spit a glob of saliva onto his fingers and he reached
behind to anoint his tight hole. Then he stood up, turned around reached
between his legs for my cock and without warning sat all the way down on my
cock.
	"Ahhhh!" he gasped out loud!
	He held his position for a while and then began to slowly move on
and off my cock. I grasped his waist and held on for that great ride.
	"Damn, Khalid, you are one hot fuckin guy."
	He looked over his shoulder and said, "Seems your the one who's
doin the fuckin!"
	"Look who's talking," I said and began to thrust up into his hot,
tight ass.
	"Mmmmm!" and he pulled off, crawled up onto the bed on his hands
and knees and commanded, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
	I crawled on the bed behind him, aimed my throbbing cock to his
upturned, pliant hole and shoved it in! As I looked down, I saw my cock
head disappear into the silken sleeve. His giving ass accommodated the
whole length of my cock in one fell swoop!
	"Oh! Yeah! Shove your great cock way into me!"
	Grabbing his hips for stability, I started to piston fuck his ass,
slamming my hard cock way into him `til my balls slapped against his.
	"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!"
	"Khalid, I love watching my cock slide in and out of your tight
ass!"
	"Does it feel as good to you as it does to me?"
	"Oh! Yeah! Your ass feels great!"
	Soon I was attacking his hole like a jack hammer, slamming in and
out of him.
	"Oh! yes, oh, yes . . . fuck me hard Jim."
	"Yeah! Yeah! Fuckin you hard!"
	Then that tell tale tingle erupted at the base of my cock, shot up
my spine and back town to my balls. I was quivering all over. Then I flew
over the edge and fell into that molten pool of release.
	"ARGGHHH!"
	My last thrust was so strong that Khalid collapsed on the mattress
as I plunged in as far as I could.
	"OH! Man!" Khalid gasped, "That was one hell of a fuck!"
	I started to pull out.
	"Don't pull out! Stay in me!"
	I shifted my torso to the left, but my cock remained embedded in
his still quivering, grasping ass. That wondrous orgasmic after glow lulled
us into a refreshing slumber. When we awoke, my detumescent cock had
slipped out of that muscled bud and nestled in his warm crack.
	"That was amazing!"
	"Fantastic!"
	Khalid nestled his arm on my chest, looked up at me and asked,
"What made you decide to suck me?"
	"I don't know. It just felt right. I'm glad I did."
	"I'm glad you did too. It was unbelievable!"
	"Couldn't have been that good," I snorted.
	"It was good! Plus the fact that I was the first guy you ever
sucked! That made it extra special to me."
	I smiled at him and murmured, "Khalid, you're extra special!"
	We kissed.

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	The academic year flew by. The end of May arrived and Harrison
House was nearly deserted as the undergrads went home for the summer. A few
still remained. That allowed us to find more suitable rooms in Harrison
House.  Khalid and I moved into one of the few doubles. At first our
couplings were every day, but then they leveled of to four or five times a
week.
	Our association bordered on a relationship. We were talking one
afternoon and Khalid said, "I need you!"
	"Do you `NEED' me or `want' me?" I asked.
	"Both," then he added, "Is there a difference?"
	"Mmmm. I don't really know. But `need' seems to imply that you must
have in order to exist. Like you need water to live . . . you need air to
breath." Then I continued, "'Want' seems to imply that you desire
something."
	"Jim, I need you and I want you."
	"I'm not sure I like being needed. I like being wanted though."

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	I realize I was treading a thin line. The truth was Khalid did
fulfil a real need in me. Since my last days at Weston I wondered about my
need to get sucked off! At that time I was concerned that my supposed
"need" might have been a real sexual addiction. But Khalid more than amply
satisfied my raging libido. And after a month or so, I began to realize
that our relationship, such as it was, had taken on a completely different
complexion. Don't get me wrong, I loved having sex with Khalid. But there
were times when we merely crawled into bed and snuggled, caressed each
other without thought of erotic, sexual release.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

	The rest of the summer flew by. Both Khalid and I had finished our
course work. He was on the non-thesis program, but I had opted for the
thesis and had that to look forward to.
	The end of August approached like the Sword of Damocles. It was a
time that we both knew was coming, but one we dreaded and one we never
talked about. Khalid would be going home to Pakistan.
	Then on the last Monday in August, Khalid announced quietly, "I
have my plane reservations for Saturday."
	Tears flowed down his cheeks. I couldn't respond and my cheeks were
similarly anointed. The ten months we had been connected had created not
only a familiarity between us, but an emotion that bordered on
love. Although we never admitted to each other our true feelings, it was
present, nonetheless.
	That Friday, our last night together, our love making attained new
heights of passion. I was laying on our bed, my legs were spread and Khalid
knelt between them. He grasped my cock and started to suck me slow and
easy. A trail of his drool flowed over my balls and down. He encountered
his saliva as he fondled my balls while sucking me, running his finger
through the drool and down, around and back and forth over my puckered bud.
	"Ahhhh!" I groaned at the touch.
	Gently he massaged my pucker and applied a bit of pressure. He had
done that before, but at that time, I gently pushed his hand away. I
thought he was going to fuck me, and I wasn't ready for that. Now, I just
revelled in the luxurious feeling. He pushed a little more and I pushed out
to meet his insistent finger. His finger slipped in a short distance.
	"Ahhhh!"
	Khalid went all the way down on my cock and pushed his saliva
soaked finger all the way in.
	"Oh! Geese!" I gasped.
	Strangely, it felt good, especially when coupled with his hot, wet,
sucking mouth! His bobbing up and down increased in speed and so did his
fucking finger. I squirmed with delight. His finger penetrated way into my
hot tunnel and came in contact with some magical switch!
	"Ahhhh! Gawd!" I groaned.
	Again and again his finger hit that magic internal button. Then,
without warning, I crashed through the barrier of cosmic release
. . . flying at supersonic speed into the realms of
physical/emotional/sensual liberation.
	"AARRGGHH!" I yelled and shot numerous volleys of cum into his
throat!
	Khalid sat up and gazed down at me, panting. Slowly he withdrew his
finger.
	"Mmmm!" I moaned as his finger left me empty.
	He leaned over and kissed me deeply. I could taste the residue of
my opalescent cum still in his mouth. I hooked my hands in his pits and
pulled him up my torso `til his hard cock waved in front of my face, his
thighs bracketing me and took that great thing into my mouth and
sucked. Khalid started, gently to fuck my mouth as I felt that flared
helmet enter my throat. My bobbing and his fucking soon attained the
desired end.
	"AARRGGHH!" he yelled and I felt jet after jet of his hot cum flood
my throat.
	Khalid, dislodged his cock from my mouth, slid down and we kissed
long and sweetly.
	Our breathing returned to normal. Khalid slipped off the bed, got
the tube of K-Y from the desk drawer, squeezed a dollop on his fingers and
prepared his ass. All the time his eyes were locked on mine. Then he
slathered a generous amount on my cock, stepped to the middle of the room,
bent over and spread his firm, muscular ass cheeks. It was an invitation I
could not refuse. I stepped up to his proffered love tunnel, brought my
hard cock into proper alignment and slowly entered.
	"Ahhhh!" we both groaned in unison.
	I fucked Khalid in all the ways I knew he liked. And, we both came
in unison then crawled into bed and fell asleep for the last time together.
	All this happened without either of us uttering a single word. It
was out last communion together.

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	A few days later I telephoned Bob.
	"Hi Bob."
	"Hi. How are you doing?"
	"OK!"
	"Don't sound OK to me. You sound kinda down."
	"Guess I am!"
	"What's the matter?"
	"Aw! A good friend of mine left. He went back home."
	"Where's home?"
	"Pakistan."
	"How good of a friend was he?"
	"Real good."
	"Mmmm."

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	A week after Khalid left, I got a call from him.
	"Hi, It's me!"
	"Hi!" I said as cheery as I could, "How are you?"
	"OK," came his quiet reply, then he added, "I miss you!"
	"I . . . miss you . . . too . . ." I answered choking up.
	There was silence on the line.
	"Are you still there?" I asked.
	"Yeah," Came the answer, and then, "I . . . have something . . . to
tell you . . . ."
	"What?"
	"I'm to be . . . married . . . next week!"
	"Oh," I answered as noncommittal as possible, and added,
"Congratulations."
	"Yeah . . . . "
	And the connection was severed, permanently as it turned out

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	It was then that I realized that Khalid meant more to me than just
vehicle for physical release. I wept.