Date: Fri, 02 Sep 2005 13:43:20 +0000
From: Tom Hansen <etomhansen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Forever Brooks-Part 12 Gay Male

WARNING: This story contains recollections of sexual experiences from my
life, some explicit in nature. Names and other characteristics have been
changed to prevent the identification of individuals. Do not continue if
reading about sex between males is offensive to you or violates any laws in
effect where you live. Many of the stories concern events that occurred
prior to the HIV health crisis. Some of the sexual activities described
would not be safe if done today. You should always observe safe sex
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(Emmanuel Thomas Hansen). All rights are reserved. No fee may be charged
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Forever Brooks - Part 12

by Emmanuel Thomas Hansen - (Manny)

From Part 11: ""Manny, have it your way. But remember this fuckface, blue
balls turn to blackballs!"

I didn't care about his threat and longer! I had decided that I was not
going to fuck my way into the frat!"

The meeting was the next day-just two days before the finals started. The
vote would be taken, results announced and the initiation ceremony would
be a day before we broke up for the summer vacation. I was sure that
because of Lloyd, I would not be attending any of the ceremonies. The
stand off the other night in the dorm room had deteriorated into a
situation where Lloyd had made his dislike of me apparent to all and
sundry. That next morning he was up and about early, but did not even
exchange the most banal of pleasantries with me. I could see he was livid
that his plans for me had failed. I surmised that he had planned a night
of raunchy sex--with me as his victim. I knew he would never forgive me
and waited for the time when he would strike back. The only saving grace
of the whole episode was that he now studiously ignored me. For me, that
night was a revelation as to how I desired Lloyd, but the moment I saw
Brooks again, I knew where my heart lay.

At lunch, Brooks came into the cafeteria and looked for me. I had given
up eating lunch, and was in the library at the time. I was given a
message by Charlie that I was to go over to the frat and meet him after
dinner. He also added that it seemed pretty urgent, as Brooks appeared to
be in a highly agitated state. I knew something dreadful must have
happened, as it was unlike Brooks to come looking for me.

I knocked at the room door and Lloyd let me in. The music was on loud and
there were beer cans lying on the desk. An acrid smell of incense and
dope hung in the air, which they had tried to contain with a wet towel at
the bottom of the door. Both Brooks and Lloyd were in T's and briefs. I
was amazed at this scene because I would have expected them to be hitting
the books, whereas, it seemed, they were well on their way to having a
good party.

Lloyd went back to his chair, and was rocking back and forth with his
legs on the desk, and Brooks was at his side sitting astride the seat,
with his back to me. Brooks turned to me as I entered, and gestured for
me to come and sit down on the mattress that was in the middle of the
room.

Most of the guys at the frat sleep in their rooms during finals, as they
find it more convenient when studying late.

Brooks got up and went over to make sure the door had been properly
locked. I tried to catch his eye, but he would not look at me. The mood
in the room was strained. Nobody talked. I waited.

"So this is your whore?"

Who the fuck was Lloyd calling a whore? What right did he have to abuse
me like this? I tried looking at Brooks, trying to appeal to him to do
something, but he pointedly looked the other way.

Lloyd swung his legs off the desk and cockily advanced towards me. I was
on the floor and he stood in front of me, his basket pointing straight in
my face. He looked down at me, and those green eyes that had once
fascinated me, had a sadistic inferno flashing out of them.

"Strip! You bloody cunt!"

"No, please...please ...No."

I covered my face with my hands, as I appealed to Brooks:

"Tell him no, please..."

Lloyd jerked me up and turned me away from Brooks. I heard Brooks say:

"Strip Manny!"

That was ominous. My hands were trembling now, as I undid the buttons of
my shirt as I began to take my clothes off. I was soon bare-assed, and
Lloyd had that lewd look--which a potential buyer gets when he is sizing
up a good piece of ass. I tried looking at Brooks, but I was shoved down
on the mattress.

"On your hands and knees!"

I knew what was coming next.

The entry was rough and painful. He had not bothered to lubricate himself
or me. He ran his hands up and down my body and grabbed me around the
chest. He pushed hard in, and his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. It
hurt as hell as my mouth went dry and my tongue became thick. I was
determined not to cry out and I bit down hard on my lower lip to prevent
my making any sound. He started pumping hard. I could feel the momentum
gather in his balls, as he tried to split me down the middle. Slowly but
surely, the wonderful sensation of getting fucked started creeping over
my benumbed mind. Instinctively, I started rocking back on his fucking
cock. Very soon I was like a bitch in heat, and he was pumping me like
the stud that quenches those insatiable desires.

From deep down in me, a moan of both pleasure and anguish escaped through
my lips. I rocked back harder as the intensity of the stroking increased.
He grabbed my waist and pushed as hard as he could, as he started spewing
his juices in me from his throbbing cock. He spent for a long time,
holding me down, but finally he pulled his cock out. I saw then that he
had only removed his briefs and that his T was soaked through with sweat.
He had finally done what he had wanted to do the other night. I felt
ravaged and didn't know where to look.

He stared stonily at me and at my cock, which was rock hard by now.
Streams of precum made their way to the carpet making little shiny pearls
before being absorbed into wet dots. Turning to Brooks he said:

"C'mon Brooks show me what you cocksuckers do!"

Brooks had not moved. Lloyd grabbed him by his T and tried to yank him
out of the chair. For a guy who had just had a good fuck, he seemed in a
pretty churlish mood. I sat on the mattress, my asshole tingling as
Lloyd's cum leaked out of my stretched orifice. Brooks stood up and took
his T and briefs off. He did not even have a cockstand. What the fuck was
going on! What was I doing in the middle of it?

"C'mon pledge, show us how you suck cock!"

I buried my face in Brooks' crotch, trying to get a rise out of his cock.
I was beyond caring by now. For the first time I was having difficulty in
achieving my objective. Normally, he was ready at the snap of my fingers,
but now nothing seemed to be happening. Lloyd pushed Brooks aside and
thrust his groin at me; mechanically I began to suck at his cock. Lo and
behold, it began to harden. Pretty soon it was engorged, and its eight
inches were tickling the back of my throat. He pulled out and ordered me
to suck off Brooks, who was still soft. I was too busy to notice what
Lloyd was doing. I had gripped Brooks by the ass to burrow into his
groin, when I felt Lloyd's hips come in. Brooks jerked his hips forward
and threw my mouth off. I saw that Lloyd had grabbed Brooks from behind
and probably shoved his cock up Brooks' asshole. The limp cock came to
life as Lloyd plunged in and out. Suddenly he pulled away, and seeing me
watching them said:

What you looking at, you cunt? Want a piece of the action? Give him
action Brooks, you'll like it."

With that, he forced Brooks on his hands and knees next to me on the
mattress. Brooks just lay on the mattress immobile. When I looked at him,
he had dazed far away look in his eyes. He did not seem to be registering
anything. I thought he was stoned. Something must have happened before I
arrived.

"Fuck him Brooks!"

I don't think Brooks was in any kind of shape to fuck anyone.

"Fuck the sonofabitch!

What're you waiting for? Fuck him!"

Lloyd was getting angry. He yanked me by the shoulders and ordered:

"You fuck him! What you looking at?"

I glanced back at him, and his eyes had a fanatical gleam in them, and
spittle had collected at the corner of his mouth. I got behind Brooks'
ass and without much ado, plunged into the wet hole. My cock slid in and
out and I was intent on getting a big load up that clamping ass. Lloyd
was standing in front of Brooks' head and tried to get Brooks to suck his
cock. But Brooks evaded his thrusting groin. And then the "thump'! Lloyd
swung and hit Brooks' kneeling head hard.

"You fucking cunt!! Fucking with him?"

Brooks collapsed on the mattress, as my cock was wrenched out of his ass.
I stood up quickly, unable to understand what the fuck was going on.
Lloyd lashed out with his foot and got Brooks on the side of the head.
Lloyd was furious at something, and he went at Brooks again. Brooks was
lying cowering on the mattress. Something snapped in me. I stepped
forward, and before Lloyd could have another go at Brooks, slammed my
fist into the solar plexus with everything that I had. There was a
"whump!" and whooshing of air as I winded Lloyd. God's feet were made of
clay, as he fell in a heap on top of Brooks. I towered over him, ready
for another blow. The worm had finally turned.

"I'll get you for this, you bastard!" he croaked.

The tableau on the mattress had not changed as I got dressed. Brooks then
slid out from underneath Lloyd and stood facing me. Lloyd was still lying
winded on the mattress. Then things started happening fast. Brooks pushed
me as I was struggling to get my pants on. I stumbled and fell, hitting
my head on the side of the chair.

"Why did you hit him?"

"Because he was hitting you..."

"Sooo...?"

"Whaddya mean sooo....?"

"Oh get the fuck out of here you fucking whore!"

"...What's the matter with you, you ok?"

"I said get the fuck out of here."

"But you called me..."

"Get out!"

"...But you called me. Please Brooks...what've I done?"

I was shaken up now, and tears had welled up in my eyes. What was going
on? I had tried to protect Brooks and he was turning on me like I had
done something wrong. From the mattress Lloyd said:

"Let him go. He'll find others to fuck!"

I turned imploringly to Brooks, and begged:

"I'm sorry...but please tell me its ok..."

"Get out you cheap fuck!"

He came forward and for no rhyme or reason whacked me across the face. I
was crying now as he shoved me to the door.

"Get out!"

I turned around and faced Brooks who looked furious. I felt I was going
to lose him forever. Why was he so angry anyway? What could I possibly do
to make it all right?

"What the fuck did you do on pledge night?"

Jesus H. Christ! Lloyd had told him!

"No, no...I was forced."

"Drunk more like it."

"Yes, I was drunk..."

"So you fucked him?"

The "him" had by now put on his briefs, and was lying on the mattress on
the floor watching these proceedings.

"What do you mean fucked him? He fucked me first...you think I forced
it?"

"Listen you turd, I don't care who forced what. I'm going to black ball
him, and then I'm going to black ball you."

How could he black ball Lloyd? What was the fuck face talking about?

"Who you going to black ball?"

"You, you fuckhead!"

"...And who?"

"Steve...that...that...fart head!"

"What?! I've never fucked Steve!"

He hit me right in the mouth. I thought he had broken my front teeth. I
tasted blood! He came at me again and hit me hard, very hard, on the side
of my head and followed up with a punch to my stomach. It hurt like hell
and I was on my knees.

"You're a liar Manny...ask Lloyd."

Lloyd finally spoke:

"Let him go, Brooks...he's not worth it."

I had felt my teeth. Thank God they were ok. How would I have explained
it if they were broken? Mom...Dad? I was still trying to catch my breath,
when I heard Lloyd telling Brooks to let me go. The bastard was a
troublemaker, out to get me.

"Brooks, don't hit me...I can explain..."

I thought he was going to hit me again. His face was flushed and
contorted like that of someone having a fit. There was blood all over my
shirt. I was bleeding like a tap. He had cut the inside of my lower lip.
I think the blood frightened him.

Lloyd again interjected:

"Throw him out! What're you waiting for?"

"No, he's bleeding. Wait Manny."

Brooks threw me a towel, hanging on the closet knob. I stanched the blood
flow with it. I didn't want to look at Brooks because I had already
admitted to him that I had fucked. I could not understand why he was so
angry. After all, Achmed had fucked him in front of my eyes. It was in
the past...done and over with...big deal.

"Wait, I'll get some ice from downstairs."

Brooks was going downstairs, leaving me with alone this monster?

"No, it's OK."

"No, I'm going."

Brooks put on a pair of shorts and left the room. The door had closed,
and I pretended to study the weave of the carpet.

"Listen you fuck, you tell Brooks about that night and I'll kill you."

"Why did you tell him anything?"

"Oh shaddup! Why don't you just leave?"

"He called me!"

"Shithead, I told him to call you."

"Why?"

He could not answer because Brooks was back with ice in a glass. He
handed the glass to me and I started daubing ice on my lip. With the ice
water in the glass, I tried to clean up the blood on my shirt as best as
I could.

"Let me have a look at it."

"No."

"Oh c'mon Manny, don't be stupid."

Fucker hits me and then says, "don't be stupid"? Tears of rage filled my
eyes as I started getting angry with both these bastards.

"You hit me ever again and I'll..."

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry man. Let me see." He pulled my lip down and looked at
it.

Sorry! My ass! He thought he could get away by just saying he was sorry?
This was the second time he had done this-hit me for nothing.

"It's not bad...who'd you fuck?"

What the hell was he worried about who I had fucked after what they had
just done to me. I just kept on daubing my lip, which had now become
twice its normal size. Small mercy that he had not hit me on the nose.

"I'll fuck anybody I want to."

I thought he was going to hit me again, so I dropped the towel with ice
and covered my face waiting for the blow. It never came.

"Who'd you fuck?"

This was becoming monotonous. What could I answer him?

"I want to go."

"Who'd you fuck?"

I stood up with the towel. I had stopped bleeding now. I was not going to
get hit again. If he tried anything, I was going to give it back to him.
What was this shit?

"You leave and you'll never comeback. Who'd you fuck?"

What was I to do? I could not bear the thought of losing him and when he
said that, I thought that the life was being choked out of me. I was
desperate. I had to salvage my relationship with Brooks at all costs-even
if it meant that Lloyd would end up killing me. Lloyd was watching me
from the mattress. I thought I saw a look of alarm in his eyes. The
bastard was finally squirming.

"Since he seems to know everything, why don't you ask him?" I said
pointing at Lloyd.

"Whaddya mean?"

"Ask him!"

Brooks looked at me stupidly. He first looked amazed. He then looked
bewildered. He finally caught on. He looked astonished. He looked at me
first and then at Lloyd. He looked at me again, a questioning look, and
my silence said it all. His face was really flushed. Lloyd spoke up:

"He's lying!"

"He's not said anything!"

"Brooks, I tell you he's lying-he'll say anything."

"He only said to ask you...so I'm asking you now!"

"Cut it out Brooks!"

"You told me that he asked you if he could use the room and you gave him
the key...is that right?"

"Yeah he did...I gave him the key...ask him?"

Brooks looked at me. The fog was clearing from his mind. I could see his
eyes looking sharp as I kept my silence. He continued:

"You said that when you came up and opened the door he and Steve were
here...am I right?"

"Yeah...they were here."

"You didn't knock?"

"Why should I? It's my room."

Brooks had baited the trap and now he snapped it shut.

"It's my room too bro', and I had my key. You can't open the door from
outside without a key and, if your key was with Manny...how'd you open
the door?"

"Listen you asshole, I'm not one of...I'm not going to answer you...What
the fuck is this?"

"What did you do to him?"

"Fuck off!"

"What did you do to him asshole?"

God was on his feet. God was shaken. God was quaking in his briefs.

Lloyd looked defiantly at Brooks.

"If you must know, I fucked the shit out of your boyfriend...he really
liked it...better than you can ever give him...ask him!"

"What?"

He looked surprised, but I am sure he had expected something like this.
He marched towards Lloyd and I thought he was going to clobber him. I
wanted him to, and after all Lloyd had just clobbered and kicked him too.

The drama was unfolding and I was the silent spectator. For the first
time that evening, I was beginning to enjoy myself. I forgot about my
lip.

They were in the middle of the room squaring off against each other. I
was frightened for Brooks, because Lloyd could do some damage if
provoked.

"You bastard!" Brooks spat out at him.

"Look man...what's he to you? He's just trash! This is not worth it."

Brooks whirled around and advanced. My enjoyment was not very long
lasting.

"You fucked with him?"

What could I say that he did not know already? I just nodded. I felt
dirty. He grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me on the door. The knob
hit my left kidney and the pain knifed through me. In spite of my earlier
warning he came at me. I was ready, but I knew then, that I could not do
anything. I knew I could not hit him back-could never hurt him-no matter
what.

"No Brooks...please..."

He stopped. He glared at me.

"Get out! Just get out! Just get out!"

His face had distorted. He was enraged. He was also crying. The tears
rolled down his face as he shoved me towards the door. Why was he crying?
I quickly opened the door and slipped out. Better to leave the two of
them to have it out alone.

I quickly ran to the end of the corridor, and used the fire escape to
leave the frat house. My shirt had blood all over it and my lip was
really swollen now. I did not want any one in the frat to see my
condition. How the hell was I going to get back into the dorm? What was I
going to tell Charlie? I hoped that he had gone to the library or some
other room. But my lip? I would have to think up some plausible excuse.
Shit! The finals were about to start and I had to get some work done. I
walked around campus mulling over the events of that evening.

The whole drama was insane. First Lloyd beating up on Brooks, and then
Brooks beating up on me. What the fuck had happened out there? Why had I
been called over so urgently? What was Brooks acting so holier than thou
for? So we fucked around-big deal. This was college and no one was
married to no one. I mean look at Larry and me-no questions asked. Oh
shit! Larry! I did not want to think any more. I went back to the dorm.

Charlie was very much there. He looked up as I entered and his owl eyes
enlarged as he saw me in the light.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"I was horsing around...at the frat...ran into a door."

He leveled his gaze at my face. Very evenly he asked me:

Did you see the counselor yet Manny?"

Nothing escaped Charlie.

The meeting was held the next day. Lloyd did not blackball either Steve
or me. In fact the only thing he did ball was to ball me! There was a
general jubilation in the house at this first rite of passage. Since it
was the finals, I spent very little time at the house, being immersed in
my books. I had not exchanged a word with Brooks since that evening, and
somehow strangely felt the better for it. Every human being has a limit,
and my limit had been crossed that evening. I now realized that the time
had come to salvage whatever little self-respect I had left. I did not
need any counselor to tell me that!

The finals were over and I had done well in spite of all my trepidation.
We had to play our inter-team match to finalize the rankings in the team
for the year. I was playing, as I was going to try out for the tennis
team the next year. The match got over at about seven in the evening, but
I had pulled the short straw to put the equipment away for the term end.
Coach wanted the inventory taken before he left, so straight after the
match we started tallying the books. Although I had a sweat suit on for
protection, I still wanted to shower before I went back to my room.

It was around nine when we finished, and I headed to the locker room for
a quick shower. The gym was deserted as it was near closing time, and
most people were busy partying before the summer break and for some,
graduation. I dumped my clothes and tennis gear in my locker and threaded
my way toward the showers. There was nobody there.

I had adjusted the water temperature just right, when I saw somebody
enter from the corner of my eye. I looked and it was Brooks in a pair of
Speedo swimming trunks. My heart leapt. He looked good-really good. He
came toward me and put on the shower next to mine. He slipped out of his
trunks and slung them on the shower knob. We were both naked now.

"I thought you'd be here. I knew you had a match and I was waiting for
you."

"Fucking A", I thought. The shower spray made me feel good as the warm
water cascaded over my body.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Brooks broke the silence. The
drumming of the water on my head made me think of the summer gone by when
the rain used to come down as we lay by the pool.

"Listen to me you fucking whore!" and he roughly, grabbed me by the
shoulders to turn me to face him.

"Don't you touch me! Don't you ever touch me again! Or I'll smash your
face!"

He looked shocked. I was trembling and seething with rage. His baby-blue
eyes widened and I knew it was now or never. Deliberately, I shut the
shower off, turned, and slowly walked away from Brooks. Never again would
I feel his touch, as I walked out of his life. I had reached the far end
of the shower room, and I would soon be on my way. My heart bled, and I
wept silently as I resigned myself to what I had to do-what I should have
done a summer ago.

"Nooo...!" A banshee wailed, and in spite of myself, I had to turn
around. He was on his knees in the shower, the water pouring all over his
body.

"Nooo...!" and he was crying now as he doubled up onto the floor. Over
the sound of the shower I heard: "Manny don't go. Please don't go." And
then I heard amidst the sobs a stifled:

"Manny I love you. Manny come back."

I was in his arms.

The initiation ceremony was somber if not a bit overwhelming. It started
after dinner at about eight in the evening and went on till about ten.
All the brothers were present except Lloyd, who I later learned had gone
home earlier. The pledges were called in descending order of their grade
point averages of the previous term, and I was the first to be called up.
The vows were read out to the assembly, and each of us in turn had to
answer in the affirmative. After that the pledge master introduced us
formally, and we were brothers.

The beer taps at the bar were turned on, and the revelry started. Steve,
who was present at the ceremony, had disappeared. I looked for him to
congratulate him, but he had gone. We drank vast quantities of beer
amongst the congratulations and much back thumping. I looked for Brooks
and saw that he was with some seniors playing a drinking game. It had
gone on until two in the morning, and I thought I should be getting back
to the dorm.

My parents were coming for me at about three the next afternoon, and
although I had spent the better part of the morning packing, I still had
some odds and ends to stack away. I was gong to move the bulk of my
things to the frat store-room for the summer, and so I didn't have to
pack too carefully. Charlie had already gone home in the morning to take
up with his girlfriend. The room looked empty without his things.

Next year, he was in another frat house. Larry's initiation ceremony was
at the beginning of the next year, and he had reluctantly also left for
the summer. I had promised to keep in touch over the summer, which I was
determined to do.

Brooks staggered up to me:, "Let's go!"

"Where?"

"Anywhere!"

To say he was tanked was an understatement. He was blind drunk!

"I'm going to the dorm."

"I'm coming."

We walked to the dorm under the clear and starry night. It was slow
progress as Brooks was weaving all over the place. The dorms were
deserted, as a lot of the guys had already left. I unlatched the door to
the room and we went in. Brooks flopped onto my bed. I put the lights on
and waited.

He had a stupid smile on his face.

"You're all mine. All mine."

What drunken shit!

"You're drunk! Go to sleep!""

"Manny, come here!"

I went over and he reached up and grabbed me by the shirt collar. He
pulled down and my face was barely inches from his. I smelt the liquor on
his breath, as I am sure he could smell it on mine. His arms enveloped my
head as he crushed his face into mine. There was urgency and there was
desperation. His tongue pried open my lips as he punched past my teeth to
the back of my throat. He yanked and I fell on top of him. He started
kissing me hungrily all over the face while squeezing me in a tight
embrace. Our bodies were locked as he pillaged my mouth. He bit my lips
hard, so hard, that I tasted blood.

I had never seen Brooks so frenzied. His hands moved all over my back and
he tried to pull my shirt off. I rolled off him to the side. We both had
all our clothes on and I wanted to get rid of mine. He rolled back on top
of me and started kissing me all over the face.

"Manny hurry!"

He got off the bed and started shedding his shoes and clothes like a
demon. They were strewn all over the place. I too followed suit, getting
off the bed and shedding my clothes. When I looked at him, he was
completely naked with his engorged cock jutting straight out from the
thatch at the juncture of his legs. I looked down at myself and saw that
I was rock hard, my cock jutting out equally prominently. I was going to
kneel and take Brooks' cock in my mouth, but he beat me to it. He fell
heavily on his knees in front of me and swallowed my cock to the balls.

He grabbed me round the waist, as his blonde head moved to and fro at my
crotch. The shock of possession hit my body. I grabbed the back of his
head and pressed in, grinding my crotch into his face. I could feel him
gagging as my cock thrust toward the back of his throat. I started to
fuck his face. I grabbed his hair and entwined my fingers in them and
held his head still as I rocked on the balls of my feet and rocketed my
cock in and out of his warm and moist mouth.

The tension was building in my groin, but the liquor had anesthetized my
cock. I felt I could go on fucking his face forever. I was in the groove
now as I pumped away to the cadence of his bobbing head.

He stopped sucking. He scrambled up and flung himself on the bed. I piled
on top of him. He had grabbed my face again and was showering it with
kisses. He squeezed my torso so hard that I thought he would crack my
ribs. He had moved to my neck and was giving me love bites. Suddenly he
took a pinch of skin between his teeth and sucked hard. It was an
exquisite pain.

He was looking at me now and I saw tears welling up in his eyes. He was
breathing hard, much harder than I was.

"I love you Manny! I love you Manny! I love you Manny!" he moaned and
then he started to cry.

I kissed away his tears. His tears were salty as I licked them and kissed
him on the mouth. He shrugged my face away and looked at me with wet
eyes. My face was very close to his.

"Manny don't ever leave me!"

"l'll never leave you Brooks, you know that."

"They all say that. All the fuckers say that."

"Who?"

"Everybody!"

"Shhh!"

"Say you'll never leave me."

"I won't ever leave you."

"Manny I'm so alone."

"Brooks I love you...I'll never leave you...You'll never be alone---"

"Show me!"

I kissed him hard and I felt his body shiver. I slid down to his neck,
his nipples, and his belly button and onto his cock. It was dry as I
lapped the ridge of the mushroom head before swallowing his cock to the
hilt. He lay very still as I bobbed up and down. He lifted his legs and
cocked them as he exposed the puckered hole nestling in the crack of his
ass. I darted down and my tongue entered the pink rosette. I tongue
fucked him for a while before gathering myself up and kneeling between
his upraised legs.

I saw his blue eyes staring at me. They were wide-open pools of blue.
They drew me into them inextricably and I felt myself drowning in a sea
of love. Helplessly I was sucked deep down into the vortex of those
whirlpools that lay in his eyes.

I laid his ankles over my shoulders as I positioned myself for the
assault on his altar of love. He reached up and pulled me to him by my
shoulders. I knelt forward, my hands on his sides, as he swung his heels
around my back. The tautness in my loins was unbearable now. I prodded
the crack of his ass with my enraged cock to effect an entry. I thrust
with my hips. There was an initial resistance, but with a groan I was
soon entering his body.

He moaned his pleasure as he locked his heels behind my back. Pivoting
forward on my knees, I entered him to the hilt. I started pumping and
Brooks began swaying.

--Like a gentle flower in the breeze, he swayed with me, and swayed me
more...Like the lazy ocean hugs the shore, he hugged me close, and hugged
me more--

I was pumping evenly, rhythmically and hard. All the while we locked our
eyes as we were locked together in the combat of love. I did not care how
long the fuck lasted; I just wanted to fuck him. This was not lust this
was finally love. Time seemed to stand still as I fucked away. In and
out, in and out. The slapping of his ass cheeks was steady now as I
plundered the depths of his love.

I was groaning now with the strain of the effort. His legs were now
tightening their hold and I was having trouble breathing. His head was
rolling from side to side, but he still kept staring into my eyes. The
cauldron at the base of my cock was at full boil now. Any moment now and
I would explode. And then it happened.

Wave after wave of cum exploded from the top of my cock and gushed up his
love passage. I frantically humped out of rhythm, to capture forever the
throes of eternal bliss my body was in the midst of. My mouth had become
dry and my tongue had become furry, as the life juices were being sucked
out of me by Brooks' demanding ass.

With a last thrust, I catapulted forward onto his chest. His arms
encircled my chest and held me tightly. I panted in exhaustion as I
smeared my sweat all over his body. My softening cock was still up his
hole as we lay in this position. I felt his hard cock press into my
stomach as my breathing slowed down. We were silent, savoring this
moment, wanting and hoping for it to last till eternity. I buried my face
in his neck. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, loved him more than
life itself, but I did not want to speak lest the spell be broken.

At last he moved. He gathered me in his arms and pulled forward till my
face was on his. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as he parried with my
tongue. He straightened his legs and I was now astride him. I now knew
what he wanted me to do.

I gathered my legs under me and squatted over his groin. His cocked
loomed up as I slowly lowered my ass to possess his cock. He laid very
still, his arms by his sides and his legs straight out. With one hand I
held his cock and lowered myself till my ass rested on his crotch. The
penetration had been smooth and swift. It felt like a red-hot poker,
which was going to come out from the top of my head, had skewered me. I
started rocking on him, lowering my ass up and down, so that he could
plumb the very depth of my being. He was motionless and our eyes
continued to remain locked.

I rode his cock with all the ferocity that I could muster, but he seemed
impervious to my efforts, as he lay there supine. I was smashing into his
balls now with my ass cheeks, but he lay there very still. Suddenly his
eyes clouded.

"Get off! Turn around; I want to fuck you on your stomach!"

"Why? I want to see your face."

"If you really love me just do it."

I got off him and his cock slipped out. I lay on my stomach on the bed
and waited. I felt him above and then he entered me again very roughly.
He started fucking me. The pounding on my back was incessant. Our bodies
were slick with sweat as he hammered away, uncaring as to how I felt. In
the past he had never been solicitous of my comfort, but now he was
consumed by that raw animal hunger of sex despite his declarations of
love.  I gritted my teeth as he tore into the depths of my bowels. I
could feel him breathing hotly on my neck as he labored away at my aching
asshole. His cock moved in an out rhythmically as he fucked my ass with
all the anger that raged in him. He gripped me around my chest with his
arms as at each stroke he lunged downwards. His feral fucking was making
my ass sore and I was afraid that he would rent my asshole to twice its
size.

"You like it, don't you?"

Tears coursed down my face, both of hurt and anger as I thought of days
gone by. Why did he have to always belittle my love for him? Why did he
always make fun of my need to be one with him? What kind of love was this
where I was always hurting in the end?  I buried my face in the pillow,
waiting for him to finish-finish, what should have been finished a long
time ago. Why did it always have to be this way?

He grabbed me tighter and I slammed my ass up hard as he thrust down and
that inevitable desire to be loved started coursing through my veins. His
cock swelled up in my asshole as he started spewing copious amounts of
his cum up my sore ass. He was panting now and his spent cock was still
up my ass. He rolled off of me and I felt the emptiness in my bowels. I
tried looking away but he pulled me over, not speaking, because his eyes
said it all. I thought I saw love in them. He leant forward and kissed my
face, my lips, my neck, and I nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder.
There was a desperation to is love which I could not fathom ever.We lay
like this till we went to sleep.

It was late in the morning when we both awoke. I did not quite understand
what had happened last night but I was lying in Brooks' arms and that's
all that mattered. I wanted to lie there forever.

It was magic!!

A story like this has to have an epilogue.

That summer Brooks and I had been circumspect yet inseparable. He had a
job in the city with an investment banking firm. I had my old job back on
the night watch.

In spite of my curiosity, I have never asked Brooks about his exact
relationship with Lloyd. Neither has Brooks volunteered any information
except that Lloyd was extremely possessive of Brooks. I imagine that they
must have had a relationship, but I did not dwell too much on the past.

However, Brooks did tell me the aftermath of that fateful night at the
frat. For the first time, he admitted to himself that he definitely had
deep feelings for me. He said so to Lloyd and further clarified that he
did not intend to have any sexual relations with Lloyd anymore. Initially
I had been a "cute" thing for the summer, but it developed into something
that Brooks did not expect. His churlish treatment of me throughout the
year was because he could not accept our developing relationship, as he
was frightened of becoming dependent on anyone, especially for love.
After that night, he was ashamed for the first time in his "licentious
life" (his words) and was afraid that he had gone too far and would lose
me. He did not know how I would respond to his approaches and therefore
had stalked me to the showers in the gym.

After hearing all this, I do not feel so guilty about Larry. Larry was
back at school. Brooks couldn't even guess about Larry. I will be damned
before I tell him. I could not give Larry up, as in my life I had never
had so much adoration heaped on me, that  now I am addicted to it. I have
been in touch but it is our little secret. College years are those of
experimentation, and I tried it all. I know that whatever I do, Brooks
will never be far from my thoughts, but I owed it to myself to get on
with what I thought was best for myself.

Achmed went back to Turkey for the summer and had done well in college. I
met him once in the city, when he was on his way home, and he has taken
to the American way of life like a duck takes to water.

Damie was somewhere on the West Coast and I did not know where Ferd had
gone.

Celia was still dating Giles! The horny bitch seduced my brother, who is
two years younger than her. They both looked exhausted that summer.

Dad was given a promotion after the Turkish contract. So the fuck with
Achmed was for a good cause! I have caught Mom on occasions pensive and
scrutinizing me. I think she feels something, but is afraid to ask.

Brooks' parents still travel a lot. They are never there.

Steve dropped out of college. He never had much to say to me after that
evening.

Charlie was at the top of his class.

The guys at home still frequent the pool, but the gang is changing, as
indeed they should. After that night in the dorm, Brooks has never
declared his love for me again. I have accepted this. He is one of those
reticent people who are unable to openly express their feelings. It is
probably a reflection of his upbringing.

My only regret in all of this is that neither Brooks nor I can openly
acknowledge our relationship, as it would cause a lot of pain to people
close to us. I know that one day we will have to make a definitive
choice, but till that day, I take each day as it comes. I don't know
what the future holds for me, but I know only one thing for sure and that
is that the love of my life will be forever Brooks!

The End

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