Date: Sun, 07 Nov 2010 03:01:13 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: What You Say

			       WHAT YOU SAY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Oh, God, another Friday night!" moaned Gerard as he lounged in front
of the TV set. "What the fuck is there to do?" He lounged back, groaning,
an over-hairy black-haired guy with a still-scraggly mustache. Figures,
he'd always thought when looking in the mirror, that he could grow hair
like crazy on his chest, arms, legs, back, and crotch, but not on his lip!
Ought to cut it off...yet somehow, he never did, it was a mark of his
newly-attained adulthood and freedom.
     "What's the matter?" grinned Marshall over to his right. "Feeling
bored?"
     "You'd better fucking believe it!" Gerard griped. "College is sucking
big time right now!"
     "It'll get more exciting later on." sympathized Marshall. "You got to
remember, the semester has barely started."
     "I know!" Gerard interrupted. "I mean, I expected to spend all my time
studying, and there would be tests, and I'd be busy and maybe a few
football games and, and, and...."
     "And there's nothing." concluded Marshall for him.
     "Yeah, right!"
     "Those things are coming up, and sooner than you'll like."
     "Yeah, but what do I do until then?"
     "Hang out with your friends, and talk with them."
     "So who's got friends here yet? I mean, other than you, and I barely
know you." Gerard had met Marshall in a few of his classes, but their
meeting tonight was purely accidental. He had come down to watch television
in the common room rather than his own small color TV set in his room in
order to try to meet someone. Well, so far it was Marshall and nobody
else. It really sucked, having to start all over again with your life! Back
in high school, he'd been somebody, known everything and knew how to have
fun. Here...he was lost, fucking lost!
     "Well, you have to start somewhere." Marshall said, getting up. "I was
going up to hang with some of my friends. Want to come along?"
     "Sure!" Gerard brightened up. "Great!" He jumped to his feet.
     "You just got to remember one rule." Marshall said when Gerard got up
next to him.
     "What's that?"
     "What you say is not what you do."
     "Huh?"
     "You'll see. Some of the guys have girlfriends, some aren't
comfortable discussing it. So just join the conversation and join in
anything else, but don't let one change the other. What you say is not what
you do. You got that? If you don't, you have to leave and can't come back."
     "Okay, yeah, sure, what I say is not what I do."
     "And vice versa."
     "And vice versa." Gerard agreed, wondering what the fuck he was
getting into! But hell, finding out was still better than what was on
television!
     The room was one of the bigger ones, this dormitory was of the sort
where you could choose to have a larger room by paying a larger fee. Gerard
had a dinky one-person room, but this place could have handled six or eight
people and each would get the same sort of space he had in his
mini-room--hell, more like an oversized closet!
     This place was nice. Really nice! Two large couches before a huge,
plasma-screen TV and what looked like a huge supply of movie DVD's. A
couple of guys were in front of the TV, which was turned off. Gerard was
glad to see that they were dressed much like him, t-shirts and shorts and
shoes only. He'd worried that he'd be underdressed for the group, but he'd
fit right in.
     Seeing them, one of the guys shifted from his seat next to the other
and settled on the other couch. "Come on over!" he motioned to
Gerard. "Marsh, who's this?"
     "His name's Gerard, and he's a freshman."
     "Yeah." Gerard said.
     "Gerard, this is Conrad," that was the guy who had motioned for Gerard
to come over, "and Frank." Frank was the one who'd stayed put. Marshall
walked over and sat by Frank, so Gerard figured he'd best sit by Conrad. He
was here to make new friends, anyhow!
     "So, Gerard, what's your major?" Conrad said, scooting over closer to
Gerard. Conrad was a big, nicely muscled blond-haired guy with blue eyes
and an engaging smile.
     Gerard smiled back, offered. "Not really decided yet. So I'm knocking
off my basics this year and will see what comes up."
     "That's a good plan." Conrad agreed. "The university wants you to gain
some breadth anyhow, so don't rush, you have two solid years' worth of
basics to cover somehow, might as well use it to figure out what appeals to
you." Conrad's hand landed on his thigh, just at the bottom of his shorts,
no physical contact beyond hand-on-cloth on his leg. Gerard decided to
ignore it.
     "Yeah, that's what I think, what about you?"
     "I'm studying biochemistry." Conrad said.
     "Whoo." Gerard was impressed despite himself. A bod and a brain!
"Ambitious."
     "You know it. When I want something, I go right after it." Conrad's
hand went down, now it was on bare, hairy leg, and then back up again, but
this time, the shorts went up with the hand.  Now it was about four inches
from Gerard's goodie-bag!
     Startled, Gerard looked over at Marshall and Frank. Their hands were
even busier on each other's crotches. What the hell was this, a circle jerk
club?
     Conrad's hand was worming its way into his shorts through the
leg. "Yeah, it's a wide-open field, really, if you can cut the science."
Conrad went on blithely, as if this were the sort of conversation you'd
have at a coffee shop. "My teacher doesn't even have a textbook, that is,
he has one but it's one he's writing himself, and we get photocopies of his
chapters as he writes them. You can't get more cutting edge than that, but
I'm having to sort of feel my way along!"
     "I guess so." Gerard said. "I know I couldn't cut it, my grades in
science were strictly B plus."
     "Nothing wrong with a B plus if the classes were hard." Conrad's hand
had found Gerard's testicles. His cock was just beyond it. "You shouldn't
sell yourself short, man. If you don't believe in yourself, nobody will. If
it's hard, it's hard." Conrad's fingers were now snaking around his cock.
"It is hard, isn't it?" he said as he felt Gerard's dong.
     "Yeah, it's hard all right." Gerard agreed with a soft moan, looked
over to check on Marshall.  On the other couch, Frank had just leaned over
and was taking Marshall's cock into his mouth.  Marshall was saying, "But I
couldn't get into both Medieval History and Astronomy, they're held on the
same days and times, for God's sake. And neither one will be offered again
for two years, two years! Can you believe it?"
     What you say is not what you do. That was what Marshall had been
talking about, the one rule. Apparently, he had found a group of guys who
believed in getting their rocks off while pretending they weren't getting
their rocks off.
     He looked back over at Conrad, right in the guy's face. The face was
friendly, amiable, welcoming and kind. Exactly the kind of guy he'd like to
get to know better, hand on his cock or not!  "So, other than biochemistry,
what are you into these days?"
     "Quite a bit, but why don't you tell me about yourself for a while?"
Conrad had fished Gerard's dong out of his shorts and was licking his
lips. Oh, God, he was about to suck on it!
     "Well, I was born in Pine Bluff, Arkansas." Gerard started in at
random. "My father worked in a lumber mill until I was about nine. Real
blue-collar stuff. I would have ended up living on a farm and spending my
days drinking beer and hunting squirrels except....guh-huh!" That was when
Conrad's marvelous mouth sank on Gerard's dong! Warm wetness surrounded his
pud, and Gerard promptly forgot what he was about to say!
     Conrad went down deep on Gerard's cock, bathing him in warm spit, and
back up again.  "What about your mother?" And he dove down again.
     "Mom...uh! Mom was a stay-at-home Mom....guhh, huh!" Gerard closed his
eyes and lay back.
     Conrad let Gerard stay silent for a moment, then he let go of Gerard's
dick long enough to say, "So, what happened to make you so...driven?"
     "Lots of things." Gerard realized that he had to play the part
here. What you say is not what you do. "I've always been a guy who wants to
get right to it. I know what I got coming to me, and I want it and I want
it now."
     "Mh?" A question.
     "I'm saying that if you want to please me, you've got to work at
it. And I mean you got to work hard."
     "I know just what you mean." the voice would have matched Conrad, who
was speeding up on Gerard's dong in a way that was more than delightful, it
was fucking amazing! But it came from Gerard's side.
     Gerard turned and saw a guy standing by him, and his nine-inch, thick,
uncut prong was about two inches from Gerard's mouth. The cock was attached
to a hunky Latino guy, broad-shouldered and well-muscled, with a smile that
was hitting him like a machine gun.
     "Yeah, I like guys who are committed and willing to put some real
effort into things. You know?"
     Gerard looked at the chunk of man-meat sticking at his mouth and said,
"You got the right slant on things." and he dove onto the cock. Ah, man,
that was one hot prick, the minute he got it into his mouth, it oozed a hot
slimy wad of precome onto his tongue, thick and salty and oh, oh, oh so
good!"
     He milked at it and was rewarded with more salty tidbits. The Latino
was talking on with an aplomb that Gerard had to admire, about some local
event Gerard didn't recognize. He couldn't have managed such a reasoned
conversation while Conrad was slurping on his pud and which was still
driving him insane. With a sudden shock, he realized that orgasm had crept
up on him while he mulled this! A tension suddenly seized his body and he
was grunting around the Latino guy's prong, and then, and then, ah, ah, ah,
shit!
     Stars exploded behind his eyeballs while he held onto the thick pud
with his lips like a drowning man clings to the oar that fell into the
water with him. It didn't support his weight, but it was better than
nothing! Conrad sucked out his jizz as quick as he could manufacture it, he
was drained as he came, and when he was done, shuddering with his
climaxical exhaustion, he still held on, though he sagged.
     The Latino man helped by extending a bronze-colored leg over him and
settled a pair of trim buttocks on his chest. Gerard's head fell back onto
the couch, now that he couldn't lose this prod, he had no reason to support
the heavy weight his head had become.
     "Yeah, I think you're going to go places." the Latino moaned as Gerard
recovered enough to resume the assault on his tool. "I think you are driven
enough to succeed."
     "It's always good to meet a man who believes in giving it his all."
Conrad said as he rose enough to wipe his lips on his mouth as he peered
around the slender brown waist at Gerard. "I know I believe in driving
myself hard."
     "The only way to do things." the Latino agreed. He didn't seem
surprised that Conrad moved to stand beside them and when Conrad proffered
his dong, the Latino sucked it down ardently.
     "Yeah, I am driven." Conrad murmured as the Latino slicked up his
pud. "Once I've prepared myself, there's no stopping me."
     He and the Latino must have had some history, because the Latino
merely lavished his spit on Conrad's dong and turned loose when he was
done. Conrad vanished around the broad, dark bulk of the Latino's body and
Gerard felt his legs being lifted up. Driven, indeed, but who got to be
driven here?
     The Latino man grabbed Gerard's head and began to face-fuck him,
Gerard could only hold on while he felt Conrad's pud poking at his
ass. With a lusty stud ramming his face, getting rammed up the ass as well
sounded like a damned good plan, in fact.
     Conrad drove his pud in as promised just as the Latino man reached his
own orgasm. Gerard felt the hard rod drive into him, filling him to the
brim and then some, just as the hot cock exploded in his mouth. Gerard had
intended to suck it all down but this juxtaposition of hot cock and hot
spunk was incompatible to him, he sputtered and blew the come back out of
his mouth in an effort to groan.
     Sperm flew out of his mouth around the dun-colored dick, it dribbled
heavily off his chin and even flew out of his nostrils as he spewed it out
of him, Gerard coughed a couple of times and more jizz was lost, then he
caught himself and managed to siphon some of the hot cream-load for himself
and ended cleaning off the spent pud contritely as he could. This was
complicated because his entire body was being shaken by Conrad's
ass-pounding.
     "Are you taking Professor Emerson's class this year, Rodrigo?" Conrad
asked the Latino.
     "Yeah." Rodrigo (Gerard finally had a name for the man who had blown
chunks into his mouth with an abandon that was a marvel of nature)
replied. "He's a total ball-buster, I know, but he's the only one teaching
chemical engineering."
     "That's a good field." Conrad gasped. "I had him...last year...and he
was...way ahead...of Professor Michaelson in current...events by far."
     Gerard spit out Rodrigo's prick (it was limp and drained now, anyhow)
and said, "So I should avoid Professor Michaelson?"
     "He's okay for the lower class stuff." Rodrigo advised as he wiped his
cock dry on Gerard's cheek. "You have to take him for the basics, then
avoid him when you hit third year."
     "I'll remember that if I enter the sciences." Gerard agreed. His voice
had a shaky quality to it, by virtue of his being shaken by Conrad's lusty
thrusts.
     Rodrigo felt back and took hold of Gerard's prick, began to stroke
it. Gerard found his cock stiffening again. "You haven't chosen a major
yet?"
     "Not yet." Gerard agreed. Damn, that hand felt good. "I fi-igure I
shou-ould kee-eep my-y option-ions ope-en fo-or no-ow." This shaking was
working hell on his ability to speak.
     "That makes good sense. I like a guy who keeps a good head on him."
Rodrigo agreed. "No reason to burn your bridges until you know where you're
going and what you're in for if you go that way, right?" He raised off of
Gerard, but hung onto Gerard's prick.
     "Ye-ah." Gerard agreed.
     Conrad was too deep in his lust to contribute to the discussion. He
was grunting like a pig stuck in a fence...or a man about to blow his wad
in a hot ass.
     "So are you staying here in the dorm?" Rodrigo asked him.
     "Ah-huh-ah-huh-ah-huh-uh-uh-GUH!" Conrad contributed.
     "I-I-I-I-I wa-a-a-a-a-as go-o-o-o-ing to-o-o-o ge-e-e-et a-a-a-a
pla-a-a-a-ace..." Gerard got that far and gave up. He couldn't talk until
Conrad stopped shaking him so hard!
     "Move out of the dorms, huh?" Rodrigo supplied.
     "UH-GUH! UH-HUH! UH-HUH-UH-HUH-UH-HUH!"
     "Yeah!" By holding his breath until he could deliver the word in one
explosion, Gerard managed the affirmative.
     "Ah-huh, ah-huh, uh-huh!" Conrad concluded and slumped forward,
trapping Rodrigo's hand between himself and Gerard, strong hand still on
his cock.
     "Rise up, Conrad!" Rodrigo complained.
     "Oh, oh, oh! Sorry!" Conrad rolled off of Gerard and landed with knees
on the floor, face down on the cushions of the couch.
     "That's better." Rodrigo then spat out a huge wad of spit right onto
Gerard's cock. It was still sticky from Conrad's ministrations and this
hunk of saliva lubed it right back up again.
     "I'd like to get out of this dorm, too." he said and straddled Gerard
again, but this time, those marvelous buttocks were maneuvering to splice
themselves on Gerard's re-energized cock.
     Gerard felt the hot anus engulf and constrict onto his shaft like a
ring of fire and moaned.
     "I am having second thoughts!" He gasped out. "This group of guys are
a lot friendlier than I thought at first!"
     "Yeah, but a place off campus is so much quieter." Rodrigo
supplied. "A fellow can think without a lot of noise about."
     It was true that the small group in the room had now bloomed to a
fair-sized orgy. Gerard had been too busy with his own piece of it to
really notice until now.
     "I don't think I could afford a big place." Gerard cautioned.
     "We could get a one-bedroom together and share." Rodrigo now had
Gerard's dong firmly up his butt and began to bob up and down with a
litheness that was sheer poetry in motion.
     Shit, the promise of that was enough to make Gerard want to move out
right fucking now!  "I haven't had a chance to look around much." he
cautioned. "I don't know if I could afford much."
     "Might be crowded quarters." Rodrigo agreed. "Or maybe we could make
it a two-bedroom and get two more guys to join us. Or more." Rodrigo's
bouncing butt had shifted into overdrive, and the promise of having this
ass riding him every night was enough to shift Gerard's hormones to high
gear to match it.
     "I don't...know anybody...much yet."
     "I have some friends." Rodrigo's ass was clenching at him with every
up-stroke. Damn, this guy was talented. "I'll get you introduced to them,
we'll talk it over. Maybe find a place for next semester. Our own place,
think how much fun we could have." And an extra squeeze of his ass on
Gerard's cock accompanied that.
     "I'll...guh! Think about it!" Gerard grunted.
     "Guess I'll have to show you I can go the distance." Rodrigo leaned
over and wrapped Gerard in his strong brown arms. "Can't have you jumping
into things sight unseen."
     "I guess not." Oh, God, Gerard was about to spurt again! He grimaced,
felt the rising tide within him once again. Oh, fuck!
     "I'm just asking you to think it over carefully." Rodrigo said to him
softly, intimately. "It would really help to have a study-buddy or two,
don't you think?"
     Think? To think, he'd have to cut his cock off, it was in control now!
"I...guess...SO!"
     Gerard's fingers clamped onto Rodrigo's back and his fingernails dug
into the dark skin.  Rodrigo lifted his head and hissed, and as Gerard's
spunk pumped into Rodrigo's ass, Rodrigo sprayed hot jizz all over Gerard's
stomach where it sizzled and steamed.
     Done, the two sweated together on the couch. Gerard's senses returned
and he looked around.
     Conrad had found another couple of guys to join. Marshall had managed
to make himself the center of attention of four guys, one in his ass, one
in his mouth, and one in each hand, working all four at once. The lucky
stiff! Other couples and trios and more were all over the floor to the
point where you couldn't have walked out the door without trodding on
someone's back, stomach or buttocks.
     "So you'll think about it?" Rodrigo asked of him. "I really want out
of this dorm. It's fun sometimes, but I'd rather not have every night be as
crazy as this, you know?"
     "It does have its advantages." Gerard agreed. "You want to go out for
some coffee or something, and talk some more."
     "Sure." Rodrigo agreed. "I love talking, it's why I come here."
     "Kind of a limited conversation." Gerard mused as he shifted his own
clothing back into position and Rodrigo fished his own clothes out from
under a passionate pair humping away on the floor beside the couch. "Not
that it isn't fun now and then to just hang out and, uh, bang your gums
about nothing in particular."
     "Well, you have to really get to know someone before you can have a
long, involved conversation." Rodrigo said and his hand on Gerard's arm
made the meaning of that quite clear.
     "I think you're right." Gerard agreed. "So let's go out and have a
really long, long talk."
     "I got the rest of the weekend." Rodrigo's smile was wider than ever.
     "Me, too." Gerard felt his own grin on his face like a clown's
overpainted smile.
     "So we can talk as long as you want."
     "We can even say what we do and do what we say." And the two went out
together. Gerard's own thought was that maybe he was getting the hang of
college life after all.

				  THE END
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