Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2012 12:33:05 -0600
From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Queer Road:  "Levee V"

			      THE QUEER ROAD

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction about teenaged boys and young men
confused over their sexuality.  There are graphic descriptions of sexual
activity, most of it homosexual.  If you are not authorized to read such
material, stop now.  Author retains copyright.


				  LEVEE V

	"Grunt!"
	"Ughh."
	"Grunt again."
	"Ughh."
	"That's it, relax that butt hole and let it in," I said, keeping up
the pressure on a virgin asshole.  I knew that stuffing a dick up a guy's
butt requires a determined fucker and a willing enthusiastic fuckee.  That
was George Tillotson, my new friend, who was on his hands and knees on my
bed in the dorm at Memphis State on a Saturday morning.  He was greased up
with vaseline and bracing himself against the concrete block wall by the
bed.  He wanted to get by the formality of a virgin asshole and on with
life.  He'd been swapping blows with the son of his piano teacher since
junior high, but his ambivalent boyfriend wouldn't let George cum in his
mouth or touch his butt.  Now George was in the big time; college.
	"Ow!"
	George's virgin fuck ring loosened and my dick head got in.  I felt
the tight pull my foreskin back and the more sensitive glans slide across
slick hot rectum.  Ahh, that was good.  I paused and let George get used to
stretching his anus around a hard dick.
	"The head's in, just relax, that's the biggest part."  It wasn't
the biggest part, the shaft is wider at the base, but I knew from my couple
of times fucking Billy Ray Jenkins, my best friend since third grade that
once the head is in the deed is done.  "Yeah, it's just sliding in."
	George pushed back against me, which I took to be a sign he wanted
more and I slid slowly in.  When I got to the hilt I paused, then gave him
a pump.
	"Oh!  Oh, stop."
	"Hold on."  He wasn't panicked and trying to get away, and the fuck
frenzy was upon me.  I pumped again, and again.  He'd been sucking my cock
for half an hour and, just like when I fucked Billy Ray, that hot ass was
pulling the cum trigger.  George recognized that and began pumping his
dick, wanting to feel a climax with a dick in his butt.  That's got to be
the ultimate test of who's a queer.  I felt the jury was still out on me,
as I'd had boys and girls and liked them both about equally.  The spasm
washed over me and I blew my load in George's butt, then stood there and
left it in while George masturbated himself, catching his climax in a
towel.
	Standing there with my dick in George's butt, watching him jack
himself off I pondered the striking change in my social fortune in the
first semester of college.  First had been Harold Pinter, the pharmacist at
Walgreens, then, a couple of awkward dates with a girl in my French class.
The low point was when I met Vinnie, a sailor on my way to the movies.


	I got back to the dorm at Memphis State about ten after that hour
bus ride from downtown.  I was disgusted with myself; I'd sucked off a
sailor in a downtown alley and he'd run off leaving me standing there with
a mouthful of cum and an unsatisfied hard dick in my pants; that same
unsatisfied hard dick I'd had in bed that very morning when I decided not
to jack off in the john but to go downtown in search of something better.
I heard laughter in the common room.
	"Hey Jimmy, we got some wine, want some?"  It was my roommate,
drunk with two buddies.  They had a bottle of Thunderbird, a cheap
fortified wine.
	"I guess a million winos can't be all wrong," I said as I took a
gulp.  It was awful.
	"Hey, you got some cum on your shirt," one of the others said.
	"Right.  That's grease from the popcorn at the Grand Theater.
Lawrence of Arabia is playing there.  Great movie, you guys should go.
I'll go with you, I want to see it again."
	I must have deflected their attention because they asked me about
the movie and we talked for a bit before I left and went down to the
bathroom.  It was cum on my shirt, but I didn't dare let someone see me
washing it off.  I went into the back stall and jacked off.

	The girl in my French class asked me to a sorority party; at last,
me with a social life.  We dressed up as it was nearing Christmas break,
and her mother let her use the family car so she picked me up.  They had
spiked punch at the sorority house and my date took a couple glasses of it;
she was flying high when we drove back toward her house and parked on the
street a block away.
	"Stop!"  She gasped, hot to trot but determined to maintain her
sanctity.
	I pulled my hand out of her pants.  She was wearing a girdle!  I'd
gotten her titties out, and fine they were, but when I pulled her dress up
in the back and plunged my hand down over her butt; roadblock.  I wasn't
even going after her pussy, just a butt squeeze.
	"Sorry, I just wanted to feel you down there; to know you better."
	"Oh, I want to Jimmy.  I want to feel you too, but, not here."
	So, that's how that went.  Progress, a social life, but not much.

	Saturday morning in the shower, the next week, I was lathering up.
It was early for most, but I'm a breakfast guy and the cafeteria quit
serving breakfast at 8:30.  Someone came in and did a double take just as I
was about to rinse off and leave.  I re-soaped.  He stripped in a flash and
took the shower one over.  I'd never seen him before; small guy, only about
five six or so, light hair.  He lathered up.  I rinsed, decided to see who
he was.
	"Hi.  I'm Jimmy.  You on this floor?"
	"No, the shower upstairs is filthy, I thought I'd come down here."
	"Well, welcome to the first floor.  We run a tight ship here."
	"Good," he laughed and stuck out his hand.  "George Tillotson."
	We shook hands; two naked guys in the shower shaking hands.  It was
funny.  After we shook I just stood there between his shower and mine, an
awkward silence.  Then George began to get an erection.  He had a modest
dick, with small balls, but it got longer and then stood up, all in the
space of half a minute.
	"I guess we're pleased to meet you," he offered sheepishly, turning
toward the wall in case someone came in.
	"Yes we are too," I said, shaking mine and letting him see my
larger but still flaccid organ.  Then I turned back to the shower.  "We
need to go for a walk."
	That Saturday my roommate was in, still asleep.  His too.  George
dressed and followed me across campus to the library.  He was a freshman,
like me, third generation of a banking family in western Tennessee, and
third generation at Memphis State.  He really wanted to major in music, but
dad had said no, it must be finance.  So, here he was a finance major with
a minor in music.
	"What are we gonna study?" He asked impishly climbing the stairs to
the library.
	"You know what we're gonna study," I said, pushing through the door
ahead of him.
	I'd found a place on the third floor where the chemistry reference
books were kept; thick big books that completely blocked the stacks.  I'd
studied there and daydreamed of doing just what we were about to do.  My
dick was rock hard.
	'Here, have a seat," i indicated the desk.
	'Hmmm," he said, looking around, sitting.
	"Take some of this," I said, fishing out a thick hard dick.
	His eyes were hungry, he didn't say anything.  He took it and
peeled the foreskin back, shiny hot dick head emerged and George looked up
at me.  Dick and mouth merged without either of us seeming to do anything.
There had been a dick pointed at a mouth and then suddenly they were one,
mouth stuffed with dick.  That was what I wanted.  That was what George
wanted.  There was a collective sigh as we both got just what we wanted.
Heavy breathing was the only sound for several minutes.
	The suck off proceeded in the usual fashion; some slobbering, some
gagging to test how big it is and how much cock the sucker can take, then
the rhythm and finally the grunt.
	George showed some signs at the end, when he was just about to get
the grunt, that he hadn't ever taken a load of dick slime before.  He was
bobbing and looking up at me like there was going to be a sign or
something, then he began to fish in his pocket for a handkerchief.
	"Take my cum George," I whispered, breathless, ready to shoot.
	"Mmph!"  Eyes wide.
	"Eat it!"  I put my hand on the back of his head and fucked into
it.  I tensed as the climax hit, and held him on it.
	"Glurp!"  He gagged, spitting my dick out.  I was mid-climax and
there were three more spasms, three more spurts of semen.  George got the
first one in his eye, the next on his forehead and the final shot in his
hair, then the dick dribbled some on his pants.