Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 07:00:17 -0500
From: Jamie Anderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: The Matchmaker

The Usual Nerdy disclaimer.

This story contains some scenes of homosexual sex. If this offends you
please proceed to read it as I positively *LOVE* making prudes puke.

Unfortunately this story also contains some scenes of heterosexual sex,
(sorry guys). If this offends you I suggest that you shut your eyes while
reading those passages.

If you are underage and reading this, I doubt if any warning that I put
in will even slow you down and there is no chance of you shutting your
eyes at the good bits.

If it is illegal to read this story where you live, you may relish it
more as you are forbidden to do it.

The rest of you can read on in perfect peace.

                        The Matchmaker

                           Part 1

Sunday Sep 14.

This is my first entry. God knows why I'm keeping a diary; I never have
before. But I was in a flea market last weekend and I saw this old book,
leather bound, with a padlock on it, and I just had to buy it. The
padlock mustn't have been opened for years, as I had to squirt oil into
it to get the key to turn.

But tomorrow is my first day at medical school and my parents drove me up
here. Naturally father tried to think of everything; he even supplied me
with condoms. God knows why, he knows I don't really get on well with
girls, but he's a doctor, and they think like that. Unfortunately he
forgot to check the oil in the car and we lost about 8 hours on what
should have been a 4-hour trip.

The net result was I didn't exactly get my full choice of accommodation.
In fact there was exactly one, two-bedroom apartment left, and that was a
private one, off-campus. So it was take it or leave it. It'll cost a lot,
but father will pick up the tab, as it was his fault. I haven't even met
the guy I'll be sharing with. I'll stop now and unpack. Good God, mother
has sent me off with enough food to feed an army.

Sep 14 (later).

I had just finished unpacking when my roommate arrived. He is
gobsmackingly handsome. God, I can hardly bear to look at him. He is as
big and blond as I am short and dark. He must be a jock as he ripples
muscles. He is tall; I can stare him straight in the Adam's apple. Such a
pity he wears baggy trousers, I'd give my eyeteeth to see him in a tight
pair of jeans.

He has a nice firm handshake. He introduced himself as Craig and I told
him my name's George. Sadly it looks as if he's straight. The main
subject that seems to dominate his mind is "balling chicks". It is going
to be Hell sharing with him. He is one really cool and laid-back guy;
apparently his father is loaded, well his allowance makes mine look like
peanuts.

Monday Sep 15

I was sitting in the kitchen having my breakfast cereal when Craig walked
in. He was wearing just a pair of scants and they were stretched to their
limit as he was semi-erect. Good God I could see right up the leg of them
and he is a big lad. He is even humpier than I had hoped. His thighs are
to die for, all muscle and covered in blond hair. He also has a line of
hair running from his navel down into his scants.

I must have gasped which got a cornflake in my windpipe and I had the
most embarrassing coughing fit. Craig walked over to me and thumped me on
the back; amongst other things it dislodged the obstruction. I suddenly
found he was holding me in his arms. Wow!

"Are you OK?" he asked.

I managed to nod and he released me. I suppose that it is just wishful
thinking on my part, but I'd swear he was reluctant to let go. Then he
began making himself a massive breakfast. I was left trying not to look
at his body. I wasn't very successful because after a while he sort of,
well, noticed.

"What ya looking at?" he asked.

"I think I'll have to try to get another apartment." I answered.

"Why?"

"Living with you is going to be too, er, difficult."

"But I'm housebroken, I don't leave my things around and I've even been
known to empty the dishwasher."

"I, I, I'm gay."

Good God! I actually managed to say it.

"So? As long as you don't fancy me..."

There was a long pause about here. Well, I had used up all my courage in
outing myself.

"You DO fancy me?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Sorry friend, but you ain't getting me face down and ass up on a bed, so
just forget it."

The expression on my face must have done it because he suddenly
understood.

"Oh-oh, you fancy me balling you?"

I nodded my head slightly. Fancy him balling me? My God I'd do anything
to get him in bed with me.

"It's a pity that you're a boy, you are very pretty. If you were a girl
you wouldn't have got much sleep last night," he said, with a dirty grin.

I was now trying not to do anything silly, like burst into tears.

"OK, you're gay. In fact it's quite handy; you won't go sniffing after my
chicks. I don't mind you looking at me, but don't touch!" he said.

Have you ever tried to eat your breakfast when there is an almost-naked
Adonis wandering around, bending over to look in cupboards, stretching up
to get things off shelves. AAARRRGGGHHH!!

Sep 15, the evening.

Now that was one Hell of a day. We got through our orientation lecture
and got paired off. Craig actually volunteered to be paired with me. He
said that it was better than being paired with a chick, as she would be
too distracting. Then the nasty bit happened, we met our cadaver!

There were three students per cadaver, two wanna-be doctors and one
wanna-be dentist. The third one is called John, skinny, glasses and sub-
terminal acne. He gets to dismantle the head; we get the rest. We decided
to call our cadaver Joe. He must have been about 60 when he passed on and
being fixed in formalin has done nothing for his looks.

The three of us were quite cool about facing a corpse. To tell the truth
father prepared me for it by taking me round the morgue in his hospital.
He even got permission for me to watch a post-mortem, but I don't want to
talk about that, EVER. Several aspiring medics had a sudden career change
this morning. They walked in, looked at the body on the table; decided
that medicine was not for them and left. I reckon we lost about 10%!

Craig was really cool until we got home, then he rushed into the bathroom
and threw-up in the toilet. Ah, my idol has feet of clay. Somehow this
sign of weakness makes him just that much more attractive. Mind you he
recovered enough to eat the steaks I cooked for dinner.

Tuesday Sep 16.

I suppose that one-day I'll get used to him walking around in his scants.
But it is going to take some time. Still, we are getting along together.
I'm more domesticated than he is but, on the other hand, he has a car and
drives us around.

Friday Sep 19 The evening.

Friday and as usual I'm stuck in front of the TV. Craig disappeared out -
to get a piece of ass - he informed me as he left. We are settling in
nicely. Now, I'm not blowing my own trumpet here, but I think I'm a bit
smarter than he is. I know that I'm much more organised. Every evening I
make sure that we revise what we learned that day. I was quite surprised
that he didn't fully understand some things, but never asked the lecturer
any questions to help clarify the point.

Saturday Sep 20.

He came home last night after I went to bed and he wasn't alone. I've
never done it with a girl, but I have heard that some of them are called
screamers and some moaners. The one he came back with was a screamer. The
lucky bitch got it 4 times. You know, I do believe I'm jealous.

Oh God, he walked into the kitchen naked this morning. He had said I
could look, so you bet I looked. His cock was limp and hung with the head
just below his nuts. He has a wild blond bush. He noticed my attention
and posed for me. I could have killed him, but what happened next really
took me out. He walked over to me, grabbed me in his arms and kissed me
full on the lips.

"What!" I managed to gasp.

"Hey, I got my ashes hauled last night and I feel good. We must have kept
you awake all night, so that was for being a good boy and not
complaining," he said, grinning as he released me.

Then she walked in. At least she had the decency to wrap a towel round
herself. Pity it was one of mine, never mind it was due to go in the
laundry today. I finished my breakfast and fled to my room. There was no
sign of her leaving, but she did at least get dressed. So I collected all
my dirty things and I was about to head for the laundry when Craig asked
if I could take his things too. To be honest, I never thought that I
would ever covertly sniff another man's underwear, but I did, God he
smells sexy. Even worse, I used them to jack myself off. Thank goodness
no one uses the laundry room early on a Saturday morning. I think being a
pervert suits me. By the time I got back with the laundry they were both
gone.

I did the ironing. There wasn't much of his needing ironed so I did it as
well and left it on his, unmade, bed. Ugh, girls are such messy creatures
in a bed. So I stripped his and my bed and headed back to the laundry
room again. I had just remade both beds when he came back in, alone.

"Shit, man, you didn't have to do all that for me," he said.

I just made a noncommittal grunt. Then the bastard came up behind me,
grabbed me round the waist and went through the motions of humping me. I
would like to be able to say that I fought him off bravely, but I'd be a
liar. I just stood there wishing it was for real and he was inside me.

"If you do all that work for a quick kiss, what would I get for balling
you?" he asked, playfully.

I wiggled my ass against his groin and things began to happen down there.
He jumped about a foot back from me and, strangely enough, became
flustered.

Interesting! He doesn't hold all the high cards; I seem to have a couple
of aces up my sleeve. He might not fancy having sex with me, but his cock
doesn't seem to be so fussy. But I got us out of a potentially awkward
situation by offering to cook lunch.

Sep 20 very late.

So that was the local gay bar, some fellow students and a lot of older
men who like younger ones. To tell the truth, it was terrible. I compared
everyone who came near me with Craig, and found them wanting. I mean, who
wants to go out for hamburger when there is steak at home. It's just a
pity that I'm not allowed to actually eat the steak, just look at it.

I was just having a nightcap when Craig and tonight's chick arrived. They
started on the settee in the lounge and I strongly suspected he was going
to have it off with her right there, so I retreated to my bedroom. This
one was not a screamer but I could still hear her climax. Poor bitch only
got 3; obviously Friday night is the time to get Craig between the
sheets.

Sep 21.

I don't do Sunday mornings so I was rather surprised to be wakened with
Craig bringing me my breakfast in bed. Apparently he is feeling guilty
about me doing all the cooking and laundry. Actually I'd rather have had
another hug and a kiss.

I tried the gay bar again; it was ghastly. There was one guy, he must be
older than my father, who could do a passable imitation of an octopus.
The old bugger's hands were everywhere on my body. Shit, he was even
sliding a hand down the back of my pants at one point. I nearly threw up.
Eventually some other old guy came across and spoke to him so I managed
to slip out the door and head for home.

The smell hit me as soon as I opened the door to the lounge. I've never
used it myself but I've been at parties where people smoked it. Craig was
sitting on the settee laughing at the TV.

"Do you smoke a lot of pot?" I asked.

"What makes you think I've been smoking?"

"Two things, first the smell and second, most people switch the TV on
before they find it funny."

I was standing behind the settee when I made that comment. He looked up
at me and his big blue eyes were watery from the pot. He reached up and
grabbed my hand. The next second I found that I was lying on the settee,
with my head on his lap, looking up at him.

"I only allow myself some when I don't score," he said, by way of
explanation.

"What happened to Friday night's and last night's?"

"Oh they were there, but I never ball the same chick twice, do you?"

"Remember, as far as girls are concerned, I'm a virgin."

"Yeah, but would you go with the same guy over and over?"

"If the guy was someone like you, yeah!"

"Silly faggot, you should have been a girl," he said, ruffling my hair,
playfully.

This moved my head, which was resting on his dick, it twitched and both
of us noticed.

"Damn, I'm so horny even you are turning me on."

"Hell's teeth, you've done nothing but screw all weekend, how can you
still be horny?"

"The more I do it, the hornier I get. Damn, and there are no chicks
around."

There was a long silence while we both thought about the same thing.
Neither of us had enough guts to bring up the subject though. I gently
rubbed his crotch with the back of my head and felt him rise to the
occasion.

"You're not helping it any," he said, eventually.

"Shit, the worst he can do is kill me," I thought as I rolled off the
settee and onto the floor. He sat there, slouched on the settee, his legs
wide apart and watched in a bemused manner as I got between those
beautiful thighs and began unbuttoning his flies.

"I thought I told you that you could look, but not touch."

"I'm just getting it out so I can have a good look," I said, and he got a
giggle fit.

He was as hard as a rock when I finally managed to get it out in the
open. He also smelt really seminal and I was beginning to drool.

"OK, gay boy, you've got a raging boner in your pretty little hands, what
are you going to do with it?"

What red-blooded faggot could miss an offer like that? I slowly pulled
back his foreskin and slid my lips over the head of it. He made some
encouraging noises so I carried on. I do pride myself on my abilities as
a cocksucker. As I have a cock of my own I know what I like being done to
it, this makes it very easy to give a really good blowjob.

Now I've gone down on the occasional straight guy before and I've noticed
something. They always say I can do it better than a girl can. Craig
however phrased it slightly differently. He just wished that I was a
girl, so that he could ball me. I didn't care, I had him in my mouth and
I was having fun.

"Christ, George, you're good," he kept repeating.

I kept up the work as I sensed he was near the edge. I cupped his nuts in
my hand and ran my finger up and down his perineum. That is doctor talk
for the bit behind your balls, we're doing anatomy, remember.

"Too fucking good, George," he said, clamping my head on his cock.

Ah, joy. The feeling of another guy's cock erupting in my mouth. How
sweet, he is holding me so I've got to take his load. As if I'm going to
back off, after all that hard work!

"Swallow it, bitch," he growled.

I just about creamed my underwear. I held off, relishing the taste of him
until he repeated his command, then I gulped and his seed slid down my
throat and into my belly. He kept a grip on me until his nuts were empty.
What a bastard, I love him.

Eventually I got back on the settee, leaving his cock hanging out. There
was a strange series of expressions went over his face. Guilt won and he
suddenly looked very worried.

"I, I shouldn't have done that," he said, very softly.

"Done what?" I asked. Look, if he is stoned and on a guilt trip, the
least I can do is make sure that he gets his money's worth.

"Making you take my wad in your mouth and, and, and then making you
swallow it," he whispered.

"Faggots like to do that," I whispered in his ear.

"You're kidding me?"

I bent forward and took hold of his cock. A drop of spent cum has formed
in the eye of it. I carefully licked it out.

"Oh God," he said.

Eventually I managed to get him on his feet. His pants had come off in
the lounge and I took them with me when I manoeuvred him to his bed. I
had to finish undressing him there and I left him sitting naked on the
edge of the bed while I hung up his things.

"You gonna sleep with me?" he asked.

I nodded. What a fucking stupid question!

He fell flat on his back on the bed leaving his legs over the edge. I
quickly stripped off, turned him through 90 degrees so that his head was
on the pillow and slipped in beside him. He was out before I could even
reach the light switch.

Monday Sep 22

I woke at dawn. Shit I was in the wrong bed! I remembered what happened
and worried about Craig's reactions. I moved slowly towards the edge in
the hope of slipping back to my room without waking him. A brawny arm
reached out and pulled me back across the bed until my back was against
his chest.

"You're nice, soft, do great blowjobs, why the fuck do you have to have a
cock?" he grunted in my ear.

"If I had a pussy, you would only want me once. This way I might get to
suck your cock again and again," I said. He laughed. I wasn't sure if it
was still the pot or not.

Now I suppose that you'll think that I'm prissy when I say that I don't
approve of drugs, even so-called soft drugs. No, I don't think that they
are the slippery slope that leads to hard drugs. But I do think that they
stop you thinking clearly. In any event I'm a doctor's son and father has
some very strong views on the matter. He organised a trip round a
rehabilitation centre for my class when we were about 15. Now that was an
education. So I'm going to try to wean Craig off pot.

We lay, cuddled together, until it was time to get up. It's really weird,
he's straight, I'm gay and we now have this curious physical
relationship. I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone in the
world, and in some peculiar way, he can't keep his hands off me. It's
like he is pulling me towards him and pushing me away at the same time.

Friday Oct 3.

We are settling in nicely together. True I do most of the work around the
house but he chips in more than his fair share of the common expenses. We
also work well together in class, but there I lead and he follows. Every
Friday and Saturday he picks up a girl and screws all night. How he gets
a different girl every time I do not know. Mind you with his looks...

This of course leaves him alone for five nights of the week and, believe
it or not, we sleep together. The unfortunate bit is, we only sleep. He
will cuddle me, occasionally kiss me, and if I really work at it, I get
to blow him. He seems to get some perverted pleasure in making me beg to
suck him off. Actually I don't care what I have to do to get him to shoot
in my mouth.

Tonight we are both going to a party!

Saturday Oct 4.

It was an odd sort of party; there were actually several gay guys at it
and one of them picked me up. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Craig and I arrived together and found we were a bit early. We stood
chatting as the other guests arrived. Craig drifted off, and a girl
called Marylyn wandered up to me and began to pump me for details about
"my friend."

I told her we were medical students and sharing an apartment. She also
managed to get out of me the fact that his father is loaded. Ten minutes
later she was chatting to Craig and I was wondering if she would be a
screamer or a moaner.

Then I was being chatted up. It was really funny, this guy had also seen
Craig and me talking and he had figured out that I was gay and assumed
that Craig was too. As he had the hots for Craig he thought that he might
just get an introduction via me. I told him the bad news and we both had
a quite giggle about it. Then he really turned his attention to me. His
name was Bill and eventually he mentioned the possibility of some
horizontal jogging, provided we could go back to my place.

So I waved a quiet goodbye to Craig, who was still chatting to Marylyn,
and left with Bill. Now don't get me wrong here, Bill was perfectly good
in bed, but he wasn't Craig. Bill was nicely hung and knew how to use it.
So I spent a happy night with a cock inside me at last. In fact he got
really wild when he came. Marylyn turned out to be a screamer.
Unfortunately really, as Bill and I had giggle fits every time Craig made
her climax.

I felt great when I woke up, until I remembered I wasn't in bed with
Craig. Breakfast was a bit of a laugh. I was making it when Craig and
Marylyn came in. The table was set for four and Craig noticed.

"Hey, George, you finally scored," he said, giving me a hug as he passed.

I went bright red and just nodded. Marylyn sort of grinned until my
bedroom door opened and Bill came out, then she went a bit freaky.

Breakfast went OK, then Bill left. I gathered up all the laundry and set
off downstairs. To my surprise when I returned Marylyn was still there.
When I did the ironing she made some bitchy comment about me being well
trained, but I ignored it.

She hung around all day and I hightailed it to the gay bar in the
evening. I came home alone and went to bed. Judging by the screams
Marylyn was still getting between Craig and his mattress. Unusual, the
same chick, two nights in a row.

Saturday Oct 11.

That cow Marylyn has been here all week. I really hate her! No, it is not
just the fact that she stops me sleeping with Craig. I mean we weren't
actually doing anything, but she is distracting Craig from his studies,
and he doesn't really need that. Plus they have both been toking up in
his room.

Friday Oct 17.

Things came to a head today, the bitch is still living in his room, and
he will not discuss it with me. When I pointed out to her what she was
doing to Craig, she told me that it didn't matter if Craig failed his
studies as his father was rich enough. I came very close to hitting her.

Wednesday Oct 22.

I'm fairly sure that they have been snorting cocaine.

Friday Oct 24.

Today Craig flunked a test, not just slightly, totally. I bitched at him
all the way home and to my surprise he agreed with me. He's going to give
the Marylyn her marching orders.

Saturday Oct 25.

He mustn't have had the guts to do it, she was screaming all night.

Oct 25, later.

My world has just come to an end! The stupid bitch is pregnant by Craig
and they are going to get married. She told him she was on the pill and
she must have "forgot". I'll bet she is just after the money. How could
any woman smoke pot and snort cocaine if she knew she was carrying a
child?

Saturday Nov 1.

So it is all settled. Craig is giving up school at the end of the term.
He is only staying on for my sake, so I can afford to stay here. They
will get married on Christmas Eve. For some sick reason I'm to be the
best man.

Nov 1 very late.

Something really bizarre happened today. I had just made the entry in
this diary and I was really pissed off. Unusual for me, I lost my temper,
threw the book across the room and something fell out. It was a flyer. It
looked quite old and offered the services of a Matchmaker. Apparently he
works on a "Pay on results" system, so consultations are free. Now here
is the creepy bit. The telephone numbers in town were changed about a
month ago, there are reminders up everywhere, but the flyer had one of
the new numbers on it, and I swear that the flyer is old.

OK I'm a fool, but I called the number, and a man answered. To cut a long
story short, I ended up being shown into a stuffy little room at the top
of an endless flight of stairs. He was small, of indeterminate age; had
strange eyes and he wore a sort of black robe. I was sat on one side of a
small round table while he sat on the other side. There was something
covered with a black cloth in the middle of the table.

Next, and I'll swear on a stack of bibles that I'm not making this up, he
took out a pointed hat, just like the storybook wizards wear, and put it
on. Then he lifted the black cloth revealing a crystal ball. I was about
to get up and leave when he made eye contact. Yipes!

"Please put your hands on the ball," he said, in a completely reasonable
voice, and my hands clasped the ball.

Now back home we have a science museum. One of the exhibits is a Van de
Gaaff generator. This produces a truly massive field of static
electricity. In fact, it is so powerful that if you just place your hand
on the glass case that houses it, every hair on your body stands on end!

I had the same feeling when I touched the ball. After a moment it passed
and the man said, "Thank you. You may let it go now."

When I did I was more than a bit surprised to see that the ball was now a
sort of milky colour. Gradually, like a mist, it began to clear. In the
very centre of the ball stood a miniature image of Craig. Slowly he
rotated so we could see all of him.

"He is very beautiful and you love him."

This was not phrased as a question, it was a simple statement of fact and
I realised that it was true. God, I really do love him.

"But he does not love me," I said.

The Matchmaker started, and then looked at me strangely, "Why on earth do
you think that?"

The ball clouded and when it cleared there were the two of us in bed
cuddling.

I almost began to cry. Eventually I managed to gasp, "That is how it
was."

"And presently it is like this," he said.

The next image was quite sordid, Marylyn on her back with her legs in the
air and Craig between them humping like mad.

I sobbed quietly. Finally I said, "It is even worse, she's got him on
drugs, he's giving up his studies and they are having to get married as a
baby is on the way."

"They are not a good match at all. I take it that you would like me to
correct things?"

"What is done, cannot be undone," I said.

"True, true, but this is just one possibility, there are others. Would
you like me to try to find a better one?"

I nodded.

"What price are you willing to pay?"

"Anything!" I blurted out.

He smiled and said, "You know, I really do believe you would. But my
terms are: no fix, no fee. There would have to be changes, for both of
you, but I'll see what I can do and I'll get back to you."

And with that he showed me to the door.

Well the pair of them have stopped screwing for the night so I'm stopping
writing and I'm going to try to get some sleep.

                                Part 2.

Sunday Sep 14.

This is my first entry. Goodness knows why I'm writing a diary, I never
did before. I saw this book, leather bound with a padlock on it, in a
flea market, and I just took a fancy to it. I had to get daddy to oil the
padlock before I could even get it open. Someone has already used it
before as a diary, but I just turned it upside down and started from the
back. One day I'll get round to reading the other entries.

Tomorrow is my first day at medical school and my parents drove me up
here. Naturally daddy tried to think of everything. He even gave me a
contraceptive injection, he's a doctor and he doesn't trust me to
remember to take a pill. Goodness knows why, he knows I'm still a virgin
and have no plans to lose it in the near future. Unfortunately he forgot
to check the oil in the car and we lost about 8 hours on what should have
been a 4-hour trip.

The net result was Hobson's choice in accommodation. In fact there was
exactly one, two-bedroom apartment left, and that was from a private
landlord and off-campus. It'll cost a fortune, but daddy will pick up the
tab, as it was his fault. I haven't even met the girl I'll be sharing
with. I'll stop now and unpack. Mum has packed two cool boxes full of
food!

Sep 14 later.

Oops, something has gone seriously wrong. My roommate is a boy!!! Well, I
certainly was not the one to pick the name of Georgina for myself and it
is not the first time this sort of mix-up has happened because of it.

Poor lamb, I think he is even more embarrassed about it than I am. I
suppose that we can sort it out in the morning. His name is Craig and he
is really dishy, if you like tall blond men who are really built.

Anyway he did take me out to dinner and didn't paw me, quite a gentleman.
Back at the apartment we sat on the settee and watched the TV for a bit.
OK, then his arm went round my shoulders and to be honest it felt good
and I'd have liked him to go a little bit further.

However we each went to our own rooms when it came to bedtime.

Monday Sep 15

I was sitting in the kitchen having my cornflakes when Craig walked in.
He was wearing just a pair of scants. Now I have an older brother so I
know what a guy looks like naked. Once, I walked in and caught my brother
masturbating, he nearly died. So I could tell that Craig was almost
erect.

I must have gasped and sucked a cornflake into my trachea. I had an
embarrassing coughing fit. Craig walked over to me and thumped me on the
back; it brought it up, but hurt like hell. I suddenly found he was
holding me in his arms.

I'm still not quite sure that what happened next was for real. I was in
his arms and enjoying the feeling of him holding me. Gradually I became
aware that this was turning him on as his manhood was pressing against my
belly. God alone knows why the next bit came about. For some reason I
rubbed my belly against his developing erection and made him groan.

Next thing I was sliding down his body and ended up on my knees before
him. The smell of his maleness was driving me wild and I swear that my
hands, of their own accord, pulled the scants down to his ankles.

His erection sprang free and hit me in the face. My hands were round the
shaft of it, pulling back the foreskin and within a few seconds I had him
in my mouth. I've never even touched a man there before but I knew
exactly what I was doing. It was completely perverted and the excitement
was driving me crazy. I was going to take him to an orgasm using my
mouth.

"This isn't happening," he said.

I just worked on his manhood. God, I knew every trick in the book. He was
enjoying every last second of it. Instinctively I knew his moment was
near, even before he tried to make me stop. I stroked him behind his
balls and there my finger felt his seed rush past and into my mouth.

I had read that a man ejaculates only about 3cc but I'm sure that he
pumped a lot more than that into my mouth. It tasted strange and I
swallowed it, again I don't know why. It was totally depraved, but I
loved every second of it. What the Hell got into me to make me do that?

"Good God!" he exclaimed, when he heard me gulping.

Alas, he started losing his stiffness and eventually he pulled me to my
feet. Despite the fact that he knew full well what I had just had in my
mouth, he bent over me and kissed me. No peck on the lips, his tongue was
occupying the same space that his thing had been.

I didn't want it to stop and when I felt his hand touch my naked thigh I
made no protest. He had it on the inside of my bathrobe and very soon he
was approaching the forbidden triangle. Actually I'm glad I wasn't
wearing any panties as they might have spoiled things, because he had his
fingers over my pussy in seconds.

He was remarkably gentle as he entered me with his middle finger and most
surprised when he met an obstruction.

"You're still a virgin?" he asked incredulously, breaking the kiss.

I nodded and tried to kiss him again, but he kept his head up.

"Where did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"I don't know. It was my first time. I couldn't help myself. I just had
to do it,' I said.

"Christ!"

"Kiss me," I begged.

He obliged and his fingers began to do the walking. Now I know some girls
masturbate. I never felt the need to. Suddenly I understood what I had
been missing. Craig certainly knew what he was doing down there, because
he had me humping against his fingers almost as soon as he started.

His tongue was working one end of my body and his fingers the other end.
He was taking over and I didn't want him to stop. Suddenly the whole
world exploded and I shoved myself onto his invading finger. There was a
brief stab of pain, but I hardly noticed it. I could feel my juices
running out of me and onto his hand then down my legs. By now he was
holding me up as my knees had given way. Gradually we separated.

"Do you know what you just did?" he asked, sounding slightly amused.

I shook my head. I wasn't sure which planet I was on.

"You got so excited just at the end, you pushed my finger through your
hymen, you took your own virginity!"

Ever since I knew what virginity was, I had been curious how I would lose
mine. Naturally the scenario of losing it to my husband on my wedding
night had never been a feasible one for me. But losing it standing up in
a kitchen to the middle finger of a guy I hardly knew, well, that was too
far out for my imagination.

He helped me to the bathroom and left me in the shower. Eventually I
recovered and got ready for school. He drove us there in silence.

It was a pretty horrible experience meeting our cadaver for the first
time. Fortunately Craig got us paired up together. There are actually
three of us; the third is a dental student called John, who has trouble
with spots. Some students couldn't take it and just left. It was
interesting to note that they were all boys. Let's hear it for the weaker
sex!

Craig managed to get all the way home and into the bathroom before
puking. Men are strange creatures. One minute all macho, the next big
babies. However he recovered later and ate the steak I cooked for him.

We started on the settee watching the TV. Craig's arm came round my
shoulders the moment we sat down. It took him no time at all to cup my
breast in his hand and then we started kissing. He really is an expert. I
didn't really notice he was inside my bra until his free hand unhooked it
and it went slack. Gosh I never knew that having my nipples played with
could be so much fun.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna ball ya and I need to know if I'm going to have to use a
condom or not," he explained.

I suppose that I should have screamed the place down over his arrogance,
but I had this burning desire to find out what it felt like to have a man
inside me.

"Daddy gave me a contraceptive injection, so I'm safe for 3 months," I
said.

"What a thoughtful dad you have," he said, as he got up and carried me to
his bedroom.

I couldn't exactly put my finger on the precise moment I lost my
clothing, but cuddling a naked Craig is a sensation not to be missed.
This time he went down on me. God, his tongue is pure magic. I do
remember clutching his head and holding him against me as I screamed the
place down. He revelled in it. Then he started with his fingers again. My
God he had two fingers right inside me and he was sitting between my
legs, with a pleased expression on his face, watching me buck on his
fingers until I was screaming again.

Then it happened. He was lying on top of me kissing me and I felt him
start to penetrate.

"Trust me, open wide, wrap your legs right round me, I won't hurt you,"
he whispered in my ear, and then went back to kissing me.

He was very gentle, but I could feel him trembling as he controlled the
urge to let the beast out of its cage. Slowly he inched his way into me,
opening me up like I had never been opened before. Then he started moving
inside me. God it felt wonderful. He sure knows how to make a girl want
to be taken.

Soon I was helping him and he became more forceful with his hips. The
speed up was quite unhurried and he seemed to be in no rush to reach his
climax. I, on the other hand, was getting close to mine. He just took me
right through it. The bed under me was now very wet and he was still on
the job. Again my orgasm took me to Heaven and once more he kept on
going.

"Third time lucky," he said, briefly parting his lips from mine.

This time as my climax began he let go all his restraints and began to
pound into me. Ecstasy enveloped us and for an instant in time we were
one being. I tried to hold the moment but it slowly slipped away from me
and I just lay there, under him, gradually coming down.

It felt quite nice, his heavy body on top of mine, my legs obscenely open
and wrapped round him, his manhood shrinking inside me. God, how had he
ever got something that size inside me in the first place? He made to
roll off me but I wouldn't let go of him. Eventually I had to and sleep
came quickly.

Sunday Sep 28.

I can't believe we have only been together a week! It seems so much
longer. We fit together so well, no not just in bed, but around the house
and at school, we are a team. In the dissecting room we hand each other
instruments without being asked. Even John made a comment on it. At home
we cook together, again passing utensils unasked. Mind you, I have got to
keep his nose to the grindstone to make him do his homework. I'll bet
that if I wasn't here he wouldn't do any at all.

And in bed! Well, let's be truthful here, the bedroom is just one place
that we do it in. Apart from me starting it off in the kitchen, we have
done it in the shower, doggy style in front of the TV, while one of those
stupid tele-evangelists was ranting on. He even took me bent over the
washbasin in the bathroom.

I still adore sucking him off and it never stops amazing him. Apparently
I am the first girl who ever went down on him without him pleading for
it, and he says I give the best head he has ever had! I still don't know
why I do it so well; it is like I've done it for years. We both get a big
kick when I swallow.

I wonder if my parents will like him? Daddy has always been very touchy
on the subject of boys. Why I'll bet that even though he gave me the
contraceptive shot he would be mad if he knew about Craig and me.

Goodness, writing about sex has made me all hot. I think I'll go and see
if I can get Craig hot too.

Saturday Oct 4.

We went to a party last night and several odd things happened. We arrived
and spoke together for a while then we split up and mingled. A girl came
up to me and began quizzing me about Craig. He saw her do it and gave me
a look. Next thing she was chatting him up. He winked at me and somehow I
knew he was stringing her along.

There was a rather sad boy also watching Craig. I'm not sure why I did it
but I went over and spoke to him. We ended up dancing and he told me he
was gay. What was really funny was, he had the hots for Craig! Then he
said the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. He ran his hand over my
bum and said, "Oh God, I wish you were a boy!"

I had to laugh.

Eventually Craig managed to get away from the girl, who seemed to be
quite upset that he preferred me to her, and we left for home. We had
wild sex that night; my screaming must have wakened the neighbours.

Sunday Oct 4, in the small hours of the morning.

I'm not going to try to explain this; I'm just going to tell it as it
happened.

We went to bed, had gentle sex and I fell asleep. Now it must have been a
dream, but it was a very vivid one. I was sitting in a small stuffy room
on the other side of the table from a small man, with strange eyes,
wearing a black robe and, of all things, a wizard's pointed hat.

"I suggest that you read your diary from the other end," he said, "then
you may choose."

I woke up, back in bed with Craig. Now I'm going to read the other end of
this book. Odd really, I've been meaning to do it since I got it open,
but I never got round to it.

Sunday Oct 4, later.

Oh God, it is almost my handwriting, just a bit more masculine. He loved
Craig too! Oops, Craig has woken up and is yelling for me to get back in
bed. I'd better go; anyway I can't make head or tail of this.

Sunday Oct 4 about noon.

I went back to bed and got to sleep again. The dream came back and I was
with the Matchmaker. This time I had two sets of memories, the first as a
boy and the second as a girl. Well, at least this explains the blowjobs!

"So now you must decide. If you choose to be a boy you lose Craig, his
life goes down the drain and you will never form a long-term
relationship. On the other hand if you choose to be a girl, you get to
keep Craig and he will remain faithful to you. However you will have to
bear him four children," said the Matchmaker, coming directly to the
point.

There was little hesitation on my part in choosing to be a girl. However
I did manage to ask the price first. He smiled in a strange way.

"I am several hundred years old and I have lived well beyond my allotted
time. I managed this by getting other people to give me some of their
life span. So as a female you are scheduled to live 10 years longer that
you would as a male. However most of these extra years you will spend in
an institution for the elderly. So, if you give me these useless years,
you get your match," he said.

I nodded, and woke up in Craig's arms.

The End.

My thanks to Scott for proof reading.

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