Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2006 17:14:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Irvin Bielefeldt <irvbee1027@yahoo.com>
Subject: You might just be a queer if...Part 5

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not
meant to accurately reflect upon persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving
male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this
story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and
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You might just be a queer if...Part 5
Written by Duchbo

We left off Part 4 with.....

"Hell, I just gave you a little squirt to see how you'd take it.  It wasn't
so bad was it."  I couldn't speak but I shook my head violently and again
tried to push him off.  He pulled his dick from my mouth and said, "You
might just be a submissive queer if you let a guy piss in your mouth.
We'll have to practice that, later."

Part 5

When Troy got off me I ran into the bathroom and rinsed my mouth of the
piss taste.  When I came back in the room he was puttering around getting
his stuff ready for the day. "I didn't appreciate what you did Troy.  You
could have at least warned me to see if I wanted to try that."

What Troy said next really surprised me.  "I'm sorry Queer.  You're right."
Troy was apologizing?  No such luck, as he went on.  "I should have waited
till later in the day when my piss was less strong tasting.  Morning piss
is quite rancid, I'm told.  After I've had a couple beers it gets quite
tasty.  At least that's what my last queer told me.  He couldn't get enough
of it. You really need to explore that side of queerness so I'll give you
another test on that later.  You better get your ass in gear or you'll be
late for class."

I couldn't believe the turn my life had taken in just a couple short days.
This was moving too fast for me to digest all the ramifications of being
queer.  I needed to take a break from all this for a while and get my mind
straight on it.

I did my class work and showed up for swim practice that afternoon.  Troy
was a perfect gentleman around our swim mates.  He introduced me to some of
the others and made no indication of what was happening between us.  In
this setting he really acted like a nice guy.  A person I would like to be
friends with, if not for the other thing.  My mind was all screwed up.
I'll really have to work on this, I thought.

I was in the room going over some course work when Troy came back.  Hey
sport, why don't you come down to dinner with me and the guys.  Jay and Kev
would like to get to know you better.  I put my book away and followed Troy
to the cafeteria.  Jay and Kevin were there already and had saved a place
at their table.  I started in on some indescribable casserole thing and got
into conversation with the guys.  Since they had roomed together last year
I was the only one there with a past to reveal.  They seemed interested in
my home and school life, growing up, and I got quite comfortable relating
to these guys.

We talked about the usual things but Jay wanted to know about my sex life
in high school.  You know, the usual, did you date any cheerleaders?, was
sex easy to get?, and so forth. Not wanting to admit I was a virgin, I
embellished my exploits with the girls, much to Jay's delight.  He was
insistent on getting all the details but I hesitated.  I remember a saying
from my grandfather "If you never tell a lie, you never have to remember
what you said."  I didn't want to get caught later if my story changed so I
just mumbled something about not liking to talk about it.  Troy came to my
rescue and told the guys we had to get back to the room for some studying.
I think I knew what he had in mind but was just glad to get out of there.

When we got to the room Troy started reading a book and I worked on getting
my clothes ready to launder.  "When you get back from the laundry room we
need to talk." Said Troy.  "What about" I replied. "Just go do your stuff
and then we'll talk."

I put my clothes in and sat around in the rec room watching TV and waiting
for the clothes to get done.  Jay and Kevin were there playing ping pong
and I watched them awhile.  They finished playing and got some cokes and
came and sat by me. Kevin asked me how it was going with me and Troy.  I
immediately became apprehensive about what they might know.  Kevin said,
"Troy's roommate from last year sorta disappeared in the middle of the year
and we never did know what happened to him.  Troy said the guy was homesick
but he never let on about that with us.  Just thought there might have been
something going on between he and Troy."

I responded, "I wouldn't know either, as I wasn't here.  So far, Troy and I
are getting along OK.  It just takes time to get to know someone your
living with."  Jay replied, "I guess so.  It wasn't bad for us because we
were buds before coming here.  That makes it a lot easier.  Sometimes I
think Troy has some funny ideas about relationships. It's hard to say what
might have gone down."

I was intrigued by that last statement but didn't want to go further with
this as I might give something away.  I excused myself to go get my laundry
and back to the room.  Troy was still reading and I put my clothes away.
He let me finished and said, "If we're going to room together and you're
queer then we have to have an understanding.  I'm the top here and you're
the bottom.  You have a lot further to go to know how much of a queer you
really are and I will take you through the hurdles.  Now I want you to
think on that and make up your mind.  If you want to stay in this room and
have to opportunity to perv on my cock then as soon as I'm in bed you come
over and do your duty.  Do you get my meaning?"  I hung my head and nodded.
"I want to here you say something."

"Yes, I understand your position and I will think it over and let you know.
Just remember, if I go along with this you have to give me advance notice
when you're planning on subjecting me to some kinky shit."  Troy replied,
"You didn't hear a word I said.  I'm the top.  I'll call the shots.  You
will respond to my needs as I see fit.  That's all you have to consider."

I went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.  When I came out I sat on my
bed with my head in my hands and thought about how low I felt.  Troy went
into the bathroom and got himself ready for bed.  He came out and stripped
to his briefs he laid on his bed atop the covers.  He turned out the light
and waited.  I thought some more about the situation and then got up and
walked slowly to Troy's bed.

End of part 5... More to cum