A Submissive Boy's Story

A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY .. Chapter Three (college roommate)

by Donny Mumford

I remember myself being fourteen years old, riding my hot-rod scooter to Henry's house for our second training session. All the way to his house I was wondering what might be in store for me that night? The first time I was there he kinda freaked me out by licking and smelling my feet. Gross! It was a training technique to demonstrate what leaders, like we were destined to become, must be prepared to do. By way of an explanation he used that generalization about a leader leading by example, that's how Henry put it. He sputtered out a lot of other words justifying the foot thing, but I've forgotten what they were. My primary worry back then was that I couldn't understand all of Henry's thinking... often Henry's stuff seemed like crazy thinking, nutty logic and I rationalized it away as simply too advanced for me to comprehend. I wasn't about to tell Henry I didn't "get it" for fear he'd think I wasn't able to handle this older teenager stuff. Back then I could handle it alright, I just couldn't understand it all.

Well, what can I say, I know it's stupid now! Looking back on it, I see that I did a lot of dumb thinking as a fourteen year old. Henry sold me a bill of goods early on... the bill of goods that he was allowing me into the secret world of older teens. Exposing me to the sexy things some of them did with each other before entering adulthood and a subsequent life of heterosexuality, marriage, and raising a family. It boils down to this... I wanted it to be true, so I believed it. His explanation is of course gobbledygook, a combination of military tactics and leadership responsibility double-talk so jumbled I didn't know what was what, and I didn't really care either. What I did know back then is that Henry was my idol and I loved how I felt when he did most of the things he did to me. Of course, that refers to the sexy things that got my dick hard and frequently made me cum like I'd never cum before. Climaxing was still a fairly new phenomenon to me at that age and the extra hard climaxes were magical to me and I looked forward to the next one as soon as the last one had worn off. Forcing myself to accept some weird behavior was a small price to pay for all the new extraordinarily erotic sensations I experienced. I was fixated on the sexy things older teens allegedly did, like Henry fucking me doggie-style after our last Boy Scout meeting, for example. That's exactly the kind of thing that kept me "with the program".

So, that was my frame of mind riding to his place for our second training night, I was hoping for something like a doggie-style fuck. In order to get there early I'd left my house without dinner, telling Mom, in a manner reminiscent of Henry's pomposity, that I had business with an Eagle Scout tonight. She seemed impressed with that. As it turned out, I got to Henry's place before he did so I sat on their backyard bench again. Once seated, I carefully crossed my legs at the knees like Henry does and lit up a Lucky Strike cigarette from my recently purchased hard-pack. I was getting into smoking cigarettes on my own lately... kind of enjoyed the "high", or was it a dizzy feeling, from the nicotine. Whatever, I liked it. Billy was with me yesterday when I lit up a cigarette and he goes, "Jeez, Andrew, when did you start smoking". I exhaled in his face like Henry does to me and said, "Fuck, I've been smoking for awhile now, why?" he shook his head to clear it of my second-hand smoke and said, "Let me try" and we shared two cigarettes together. Billy said smoking made us look cool. I cockily replied, "No shit, Sherlock".

Trying to blow a smoke ring, I heard a horn toot and there was Henry driving his Dad's pickup. I stood up and he waved me over. "Get in", was all he said. I climbed in and put my seat belt on wondering why Henry seemed so grumpy tonight. We drove in silence to Burger King where an old couple in a beat-up Honda lazily cut right in front of Henry as he was about to enter the drive-thru lane. "Fuck! That's the kind of shit that's been happening to me all day." he snarled. Sticking his head out the window, he yells, "Hey, ya think you're somebody special? You cut in front of me, ya old fart!" Behind the wheel of the Honda was an old lady hunched over the steering wheel, an even older, white-haired, man sat in the passenger seat. I saw the white head slide down slightly in his seat while the old lady pretended she couldn't hear. One last scream, "Assholes!' and Henry, red-faced, turns to me and says, "I've had a bad day so don't give me any shit or I'll spank you a new twat. Got it?" I mumbled, "Yes, Henry" and looked out the window. "Oops, Henry's in a real bad mood tonight"... that's what I was thinking; but even so, his tough words and authoritative demeanor gave me a buzzing feeling in my balls. He was tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, I slid my eyes all the way to the left, keeping my head straight, to catch a glimpse of him. I thought he looked really hot when he was being stern.

At the drive-thru Henry order two Whoppers, a large fries, and a large coke. Wonder if he's buying enough for my dinner too. He got his food and drove over to a parking spot under a tree. "I hate eating inside with all those losers", he muttered. While he ate half the first Whopper I snuck peeks at him from the corner of my eyes. Henry never closed his mouth while he ate, he made a lot of wet lip-smacking mouth sounds while chewing. Then he turned to me and, with a mouthful of Whopper, talking with pieces flying out of his mouth, he asked, "You hungry?" I nodded that I was and he held out his burger to me, right where he'd taken his last big bite, and said, "You can have some". I looked at him to see if it was joke, but he was serious so I bent towards him and bit off a mouthful. It was good but I thought about the saliva he'd left behind from his bite. Henry took another bite and held it out to me and I took another bite... soon I was eating with my mouth open making smacking mouth noises too, just like Henry. In this manner we finished that Whopper, the last morsel being pushed into my mouth by Henry using his index and middle fingers. He left his fingers inside my mouth along with that last piece of bun for a few seconds, staring into my eyes. I glanced down at his hand and my eyes got big looking at Henry's dirty knuckles, and I remembered that he was a secret fingernail biter too, but it was OK because it was Henry's dirty hands and Henry's chewed fingernails. Quickly averting my eyes from his dirty hands I looked up into his dark blue eyes which were moving in their sockets and very alive, they mesmerized me as I waited with my lips around both his fingers, waiting for instructions, but he had nothing to say. Finally he smirked at me while slowly pulling his fingers out from between my lips. In the process of doing that he pulled my bottom lip inside-out, the same way he did it once before. Then he dragged his fingers down past my bottom lip to my chin, dragging along with it a watery ketchup-saliva mixture, this allowed my bottom lip to flip back up the way it was meant to be. I waited to see if Henry had some orders for me now... when he said nothing I started chewing the last morsel slowly, still staring at Henry until he turned his head away to rustle around in the food bag for the french fries.

Opening and emptying two ketchup packages onto the french fries container, Henry took four fries, dipped them in the ketchup and bit off a third of the thin sticks before holding the bitten fries out for me. He never held the food out very far, I had to unbuckle my seat belt to lean way over towards his hand for my bite. I bit down on the french fry sticks and he plopped the remainder of those four fries into his mouth. We ate the entire large order of fries like that, without saying a word. Henry never offered me anything unless he'd bitten into it first. Finished the fries, he got the large Coke from the cup-holder and drank a long swill from the straw before holding the cup toward me slightly. There was a wet piece of matter from Henry's mouth on the end of the straw which I took into my mouth along with some coke. He took another pull on the straw and then back to me for my turn... the coke tasted weak, more like seltzer than coke syrup, but I wouldn't think of saying that to Henry.

While Henry ate I stared mostly at his mouth and at the chipped front tooth that I thought was so cool looking, I saw how white his teeth were too, and how pink the inside of his mouth was. I liked looking at him, his wispy blond mustache, the too-long blond hair in the front of his head flopping down in his eyes and him finger combing it up before picking up food with that same hand to share with me. He always had some pimples on his forehead and cheeks, but not too many... a few. He was nice looking I thought... the perfect teenager, my idol. Eating and drinking with Henry became another sexy thing for me, it gave me a boner to eat food from his fingers. Looking back at that "supper" now, five years later, it's obvious Henry was demonstrating his dominance over me through humiliation, only giving me used food and by making me reach for it... like I was his puppy dog begging for a treat. It was another control thing on Henry's part, but I didn't look at it that way at the time... I thought it was Henry's way of teaching me something. What that something might be wasn't clear, but I didn't want to admit that to him or he might think I was too young after all and demote me back to being a recruit... demote me back to being just like all those immature fourteen year old boys I started out with over a week ago. We ate the last Whopper in the same manner as the first one and then finished off the large coke.

All done with the food, Henry wiped his hands and mouth meticulously with three paper napkins after which he bunched them together and did that "come here" movement by wiggling his index finger at me. I leaned toward him so he could get hold of my chin between his thumb and index finger holding my face steady, then he wiped all around my mouth roughly with the used napkins. When we were both cleaned-up enough to suit Henry he sent me to get rid of all the trash. We still hadn't spoken since he'd offered me a bite of his Whopper. I followed Henry's lead in all things back then, I was quiet when he was quiet. I was mostly always patiently waiting for his orders. Looking back to that time now I can see that Henry treated me in a number of very different, very specific ways. Depending on his mood, he treated me as if I were a six-year-old boy, like wiping my mouth, for example. He treated me in that manner when he wanted to adopt an adult role for himself, or other times he'd treat me like a submissive girl when he wanted to fuck my twat as he called it, then later on he'd treat me like an incompetent assistant or a naughty boy when he wanted to spank me. Very rarely he'd treat me like an equal when he wanted company while he was having a cigarette just chillin out, and even more rarely he treated me like his buddy, usually when we were smoking and he wanted to have someone he could talk to about himself. Of course, I didn't recognize the different persona he'd assigned me back then and I'm not sure if Henry recognized what he was doing either. It's clear to me now though that that's what was in play back then. That first time at Burger King, after dumping the trash, I got back in the truck, put my seat belt on, and looked at Henry for instructions. He said, "Light us both a cigarette, Andrew". I did, and he was back to being pleasant during the ride to his house. Neither of us mentioned our supper together, mostly he talked about us going up to his room and how important it was for me to do exactly what he said when we got there.

Going up to his room, for some reason, gave me hope we might be about to do something affectionate. I would have liked it if Henry gave me an affectionate hug once in awhile. Henry had made me feel very dependent on him and I wanted to know he liked me too, so a hug would be nice. Unfortunately no hugs were forthcoming... in his room he adopted the same pompous attitude he displayed when conducting training sessions at the Scouts. "Get undressed now, and get yourself at attention... hurry up!" I got naked quickly and stood up straight. First thing he did was finger comb my unmanageable, weirdly cut, bangs off my forehead only to have them drift back down. He took in a noisy, irritable breath, but then forgot about my hair and went on to do his so-called short arms inspection. That's the procedure where he repeatedly adjusted the foreskin of my pecker... with his thumb and index finger he stroked my uncut foreskin on and off the head of my cock. This was allegedly done to verify cleanliness but that hardly explained the need to repeat the procedure a dozen or more times in a row... of course it felt awfully good, I certainly wasn't about to complain. When the inspection was completed it left me with an almost five inch boner pointing straight out of my small pubic patch. It left me huffing short quick breaths with rapidly blinking eyes as well. He fondled my ass cheeks then, I went, "oohhh" very quietly and he squeezed my nuts too hard making me gasp. Then he said, "You're all set, hop up on my bed". His bed was a regular twin bed, the other twin was missing though, probably because his bedroom was too small for both. I sat Indian style at the middle of his bed as he took off his shorts and underwear. While I stared at his long penis, full bush, and heavy nuts, Henry climbed up on the bed with his boots still on. Leaning back against two pillows which propped him up, he said, "Get between my legs, Andrew... take off my boots and socks and show me how much you remember about the other night's lesson". Ugh, he was going back to that foot licking thing... this isn't what I'd been hoping for.

His black work boots were fairly new looking. They were low, over-the-ankle boots with thick soles and tightly tied shoelaces. It was an effort getting them untied and a real struggle pulling them off his feet. Henry didn't help or hinder the process, just stared at me with his dark blue eyes as he breathed bursts of noisy air through his nose. Surprisingly his boots didn't reeked when I finally struggled them off, and his socks didn't either. I pulled down on his white socks, one by one, using a hand on either side of his fairly hairy legs. The sock from each foot got stuck on his heel before it finally came off. Long bare feet with long toes and neatly trimmed toenails. I'd never seen anyone with toes this long, but I'd never noticed anyone's feet before either. Still holding his socks in my hands, I looked up to Henry. His eyes were wide and a small dark pink spot had formed on each of his cheeks, he said, "Drape the socks around your neck and begin the foot exercise just the way I did it for you the other day... do it slowly and deliberately". I nodded and began. Gagging initially when licking Henry's feet, I attempted to follow his orders, step by step, without appearing to be in a hurry. He wanted me to start with his right foot licking the heel. With my nose touching the bottom of his foot I did notice a foot smell, but it wasn't sexy to me like his BO smell was. I was forced to hold my breath for seemingly long periods of time. A little breathless, he said, "Put your face against the sole of my foot and press against it like I did with yours. Flattened your lips on my heel... Gooood!". Of course I did what he said, holding his foot up the way he'd held mine up... one hand under his calf and the other under his heel. His foot was very damp and felt yucky as he moved it on my face, pressing it into my face and dragging it up so that my nostrils stretched and I was forced to inhale a long, damp, semi-smelly intake of musty air. Then I was instructed to lick the arch and after awhile, "Slide your tongue back and forth behind my toes... lots of spit" and "now, in between each toe, Andrew" and finally "suck my toes one at a time and finish with the big one, sucking it till I tell you to stop". Henry was barely able to finish his last instruction because he didn't seem to be able to breath. He played with himself and mumbled things like "Ohh god... oh shit... ahhhh ohh ahh" as I sucked his foot and toes. One foot, then the other. I managed to get through this test, this ordeal, or whatever it was, by constantly telling myself, in my head, "it's Henry, it's Henry, it's Henry". If it's Henry, it's OK in my world... anything is OK as long as it involves Henry.

After the toe sucking he had me lick up the under side of his calf and then further up to the top of his almost hairless thigh, "More saliva, Andrew... more laps with your tongue". Glancing back down his leg I saw the path of wet spit, where my tongue had traveled. By the time I'd worked my way up to his crotch his cock was a flag pole poking up almost eight inches out of that thick blond pubic patch of his. precum dripped out of the pee slit. Henry was breathing fast little breaths, his face was pale now making his dark blue eyes look darker as he stared down at me. He seemed barely able to mutter, "ok,... go ahead, you can suck it". I took a deep breath and then sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, tentatively lapping it with my tongue, getting ready to go at it hard and make Henry say "Good job", but fifteen seconds into the cock sucking he climaxed in an explosive manner... so much cum gushed into my mouth it totally overwhelmed me. Spunk was up my nose, down my throat, out both sides of my mouth and running down my chin. Again my eyes were watering and tears ran down to mingle with Henry's cum. I was coughing and hawking up cum from my windpipe... it was sexy, scary, and unexpected as hell. I mean, only fifteen seconds and he climaxes? What's that all about? Of course, I know now what I didn't know then... I know now that before I even put his cock in my mouth, Henry was on the verge of climaxing from his foot fetish. We eventually got ourselves straightened-out after initially thrashing around on that little bed together gulping for air and groping our cocks. He was groping his to stroke it for the after effects of his climax, I was groping mine because Henry's climax in my mouth had me all horned-up. A few minutes later, while cleaning the spunk off my face, a thought drifted into my head... I wondered why Henry rarely talked about us working-out of that accidentally blow job I gave him that first night. Now it was all about what older teens do regularly and how Henry is "letting" me experience it earlier than normal.... very little about the accidental cock sucking. And... this foot licking, what to make of that? ...hmmmm?

Henry was quite calm afterward... he was even nice and it occurred to me that perhaps his crankiness earlier was caused by anxious anticipation of me sucking his toes and licking his feet which he obviously enjoyed beyond belief. It was such an odd situation really... back then, me not even knowing there was such a thing as a foot fetish, while at the same time I was acting as Henry's own private foot lapper. We got cleaned up as I said, and Henry put me through some drills while I remained naked... him too, from the waist down. His BO was stronger now, but even so I was wishing he'd take off his shirt because the stronger the odor the strangely more reassuring it was to me that everything was OK. Somehow my unconscious mind had adopted the BO as a safe harbor gage... I still don't know why or how it happened. Later, he fucked me slowly, doggy style again, and on my way home I thought mostly about how good that had felt, and not too much about the unpleasant foot fetish thing. While fucking me, Henry's long boner had been right on my prostate button with every hump, just like the night before, and it made me climax hard with my cum shooting up on my belly, the spray hitting my chin... totally awesome! It was ten full minutes later that Henry finally had his second orgasm of the evening. Henry took quite a while to climax because of his earlier giant explosion... it made for one of our longer fucks ever and I was moaning with each thrust up my ass. Even after I'd climaxed all my creamy teen spunk on myself, Henry's humping of my hole continued to feel impossibly good. It obvious to me now that I had an abnormal need to be fucked when I was fourteen... I don't feel that need now, but I must have had it then. Wow, that long fuck was so hot, but later that night in bed I ended-up thinking about the foot thing again, and it really was creating some concern in my mind. I mean, it was so bizarre that I wondered if maybe Henry was getting some signals mixed-up in his head... perhaps he wasn't perfect after all. It became enough of a concern that I consulted my big brother, Josh... asking him about the older teen stuff that he had done in his not too distant past.

As I indicated earlier, we weren't a close knit family but everyone liked everyone else OK, and I had been fairly close to Josh when we were younger. I kind of looked up to him for a while growing-up although we did drift apart fairly quickly. Josh is Henry's age, which had puzzled me initially because Josh was going to college that year while Henry was going into twelfth grade. As it turned out Henry had had a serious childhood illness, something involving a dangerously high fever that prevented him from started his education on time... he started a year later then normal. Anyway, I hinted around to Josh back then about things in general, asking him about vague stuff. "You know, Josh... stuff older teen-aged boys do together. Anything they might do together that you could tell me about?... or maybe even did yourself. I need to be older to participate, I know that, but come on Josh... help me out here. Did you and your friend Andy ever, ya know, mess around together, Josh?" He frowned and was initially annoyed at me for bothering him, but eventually he adopted the "big brother" role and answered me the best way he could considering the sketchy information I provided him. And, surprise, surprise... the responses Josh gave kinda supported what Henry was saying. In retrospect I can see how I helped the answers fit what Henry had said because I was hoping they'd fit. Josh, of course, couldn't imagine in a million years what I was actually involved in. He gave generalized answers to my unrecognizable questions, like maybe he thought I was talking about masturbating, maybe with one or more of my buddies. Or maybe I was thinking about diddling some girl or getting into mischief like smoking or maybe even doing some pot. Josh was a normal kid who had gotten into some trouble, nothing big... he did what teens mostly all do and he probably assumed that's the kind of thing I was referring to. He concluded with, "I know it's corny to say Andrew, but it's true... you're only a teenager once. Experiment, have some fun, dude! Hell, I got into a lot of stuff Mom and Dad have no idea about... they'd freak out if they knew about it! And, no... I'm not telling you either. Heh heh heh... Stay away from heavy drugs and always use a condom. OK? That's my advise little brother. You OK, pal?" and he mussed my hair adding, "Awesome retro haircut, Andrew". He was being funny with the haircut and condom comments, but I took what he said about everything else as validating basically what Henry had told me. Back then I remember staring at Josh, I couldn't picture him doing to his friend Andy what Henry did to me, but what the fuck did I know, it seemed he was saying he had done it all.

Obviously we'd been talking about totally different things, Josh and me. I wasn't into a little harmless fun like Josh had been into, I was deep into a sexual relationship with an older boy who was quite the dominant personality while I could hardly have been more submissive to him. After talking to Josh I convinced myself I was living the life of an older teen, just like Henry had said. Not only that, but maybe I'd get to do it all over again when I actually was an older teen!... maybe with Billy and Carlos! What could be cooler than that. So, here's what it was.... a submissive gay boy who didn't know he was gay or submissive who was actually living his own subconscious fantasies that he didn't even know he had... that was me at fourteen. Just a little bit fucked-up.

At the next Scout meeting Henry had to leave early so I closed up alone and walked home alone too, smoking all the way as if Henry were with me. Without Henry being there the Scouts held little interest for me. I would have quit after the second meeting just like Billy and Carlos had except for that little matter of me being completely infatuated with Henry Black. Weekends were still like old times though. I mean as far as me, Carlos, and Billy doing things together is concerned. Henry didn't want to see me at all on weekends so I spent all my time with my buddies. I was as happy about my life as anyone has a right to be... no one had a clue what I was up to with Henry. It was my secret thrill and I still had my regular life just like always, so what could be better. I couldn't tell anyone about Henry anyway, if I did he'd shut me off... he'd made that quite clear. "I'd be ostracized for covering up what you did... remember what you did, how you caused all this, Andrew?" He reminded me of that the day after I'd done it. My face got red every time I thought about what would happen if he told on me. Then just recently he elaborated about the favor he was doing for me, "I'm taking a big chance on you, Andrew... I'm risking a lot for you because I see greatness in you... you could be an excellent leader some day, a great Eagle Scout.... with time and training it could happen." Oh, my head swelled with pride listening to Henry talk about how great I might someday be, and I was full of gratitude that Henry wasn't going to tell on me too.

My weekends were without Henry and my asshole needed the rest anyway so weekends were a welcome respite in that regard. By Monday evening, however, I was anxious as hell to see Henry again. That week we had a Tuesday night Boy Scout meeting so Monday after dinner I was back at Henry's house. He wasn't home yet so I waited on that same stone bench with my legs crossed the way he does it, and of course I was smoking. I was also trying to anticipate what our training session that night would be when Henry's Dad tooted the horn and then drove his pick-up into the garage. Henry came out first and said, "We'll be working in the garage tonight". He never seemed happy to see me, he never seemed surprised I was there either... it was as if he just assumed I'd be there because he'd told me to. He'd probably be shocked if I weren't there. I said, "Yes, Henry. I, ah... ya know, I missed ya over the weekend and..." Henry ignored that to speak to his Dad. Pointing at me, Henry said, "He's a recruit who I'm trying to teach to march, Dad. Two left feet," His Dad smiled and said, "Yeah, I saw him when we drove up. How ya doing young man, I'm Hank Black" and he held his hand out for me to shake. I shook his hand and said, "A pleasure to meet you, Sir." and told him my name. He smiled and sort of gave me a once over, winked at Henry while nodding his head and then said that dinner would be ready in less than an hour. It gave me an odd feeling and it made me wonder, for the first time, why Henry didn't have a Mom in his life. Needless to say, I never had the nerve to ask about that so I still don't know to this day what happened to her.

Henry waited for the door to close behind his father, then nodded his head for me to go into the garage, saying, "You heard him, I got less then an hour to spend helping you tonight, so we better get started." I walked past him and noticed his BO was really rocking and rolling tonight. Sadly, mine wasn't. Saturday night my mother ordered me to shower and to, "Wash under your arms, honey... you reek, Andrew". I begrudgingly complied and I hadn't been able to work up a new odor yet, not that Henry ever noticed anyway. He didn't do the foot thing tonight, instead... for reasons left unsaid, he wanted to dress me in his old Cub Scout uniform. The same one he'd worn when he was eight years old. I sighed, it looks like another goofy training session. Then, seeing the faded uniform, I exclaimed, "Oh, I'll never fit into that". Henry said, "You can and you will. A-ten-shun!." I automatically stood up as straight and as tall as my five-foot-three-inch height allowed, my hands stiffly at my sides and my head slightly back. Henry finger combed my slanted bangs off my forehead again like he's always doing, and like always they drifted right back down. "God damnit!" Henry mumbled under his breath. He went over to the work bench, rustled around in a drawer and came back with long workshop scissors intended for cutting building materials. Without hesitating he closed the blades three times against my forehead cutting my bangs back to my scalp. The large scissors made a subtle crunch sound with each cut... "crunch, crunch, crunch"... my hair drifted down from my head, bounced off my chin and then off my T shirt to land on the cement floor of the garage. I saw a clump of my light brown bangs clogged in the blades of the scissors as Henry put them back in the drawer.

He walked back and rubbed the stubble along my hairline, made a face, and said, "I didn't do a good job of that! I wanted them shortened but I'm afraid those big fucking scissors took all the hair off. I'm sorry, Andrew" and he sort of caressed my right cheek with the palm of his hand for just a second... it was close to an affectionate move. That constituted the one and only time Henry ever said he was sorry to me. Our "affair" went on for most of a seven week period and he said he was sorry only the one time. I said, "That's OK Henry. Hair grows back." I thought we might have a "buddies" moment there for a second at least, but Henry was back to business right away by roughly undoing the button on my cargo shorts and pulling them down... then my jockey underwear. He stared at my cock and balls, his mouth open slightly as he ruffled through my sparse pubes, then he glanced over at the drawer where he'd returned the scissors. I was thinking... oh no! But Henry shook his head slightly and, closing his mouth and tightened his lips, he began fondling my balls. Then asking, "You got a cigarette?" They were in my shorts on the floor. Henry was soon smoking one as he pulled my T shirt over my head... I was naked except for sneakers. Tonight he wasn't concerned with my feet. I remained at attention as he rubbed his hands up and down my sides and then, facing the side of me, he rubbed his hands from my shoulders to my crotch, front and back at the same time, over my chest and down my belly and down my back and up to my shoulders again. He paid special attention to my buttocks and private parts in front. Drifting smoke and Henry's BO surrounded us... it was like old times together. He took a deep breath the same time I did, my cock was firming up and I could see the outline of his in his pants doing the same. This was the kind of thing I really liked, but hardly admitted that fact even to myself, never mind telling Henry. He apparently liked the feel of my body and frankly, I had a great little body for my size. I'm six inches taller now, five years later, but I still got the good body, even if I do say so myself. Josh is the same way, it's in our genes I guess. Henry rubbed all over me, he closely following where his hands moved with his eyes to observe each part of me, seeing and feeling it simultaneously. His head would often be just an inch from my face, his hair brushing my forehead or my cheek... I loved having Henry's full attention.

After rubbing my body for a while he groped his boner through his pants and then stepped back to gawk at my almost five inch steel rod protruding from my groin. Henry nodded his head to himself, then he tried his old Cub Scout pants on me. Pulling them up my legs and up around my waist flattened my boner against my belly. The pant legs were short and he couldn't button around my waist. He was getting pissed-off, I stood there at attention trying to suck in my already skinny belly hoping to help Henry buttoned the pants, but no way. He angrily pulled them off and put the Cub Scout shirt on me next... my boner was going soft by now. There were many badges sewn all over the front of that faded blue shirt... Henry had fulfilled every merit badge the Cub Scouts had to offer. With effort he got the shirt buttoned on me, but of course the sleeves were too short. Henry, ignoring that, had me step into the smallest pair of Cub Scout shorts you can imagine. I had to pull my sneakers off to get my feet through the leg openings. They looked too little for even an eight year old to wear. The saving aspect of the tiny shorts was the elastic waistband which was stretched out quite a bit enabling Henry to get them over my hips easily, they weren't even snug around my waist. Henry stepped back and inspected me nodding his head to himself and, groping his crotch again, he said, "Tuck in the blouse". I'd never heard a shirt called a "blouse" before, but I tucked it in using more of the elastic bands "give". Henry stared at me with shiny eyes, took a few fast breaths, then looked around till he found the little Cub Scout cap which he tugged onto my head. My eyes looking up to the top of their sockets so I could just see the little faggy-looking bill on that cap. Jesus! What an outfit... I was squeezed into it so tight I felt like a sausage link.

Henry stepped back to study me once more, then walked back over to me and, from outside the little Cub Scout shorty-shorts, he began massaging my cock, which had returned completely to it's more normal flaccid state. Henry rubbed and massaged my groin with his right hand and my buttocks with his left. His head bent down close to mine as he did the twin massages, his longer hair in the front again brushing my cheek as it hung down off his forehead... it smelled nice, like clean hair. I wanted to hug him around his neck and put my face next to his... that realization caught me by surprise and made me give a thought to my true feelings for Henry. I was getting more and more under his control and the deeper under it I became, the less I wanted anything to change. By then I loved it all. With those thoughts in my head and with Henry massaging what was becoming another aching boner, I let out a rather long moan of pleasure and amazingly Henry said, "I know, I know"... I'd a thought he'd be furious at me for enjoying this training session so much. Looking back on these things now I realized that back then I was the perfect candidate for one of those cults we read about in school... the ones that were prevalent in the seventies, or whenever it was... that guy with the koolaid, Jim Jones, and his ilk.

Soon it was getting close to climax-time for me and I squirmed slightly. Henry pushed his flattened hand past the elastic waistband at the back of those shorty-shorts to fondle my ass. Bare skin or bare skin now... his long fingers felt cool on my buttocks and the feel of his hand caused another moan of pleasure. His middle finger rubbed over my hole repeatedly until around my hole was wet with perspiration. I groaned again and Henry pushed his finger inside me to the first joint, and then slowly pushed his finger all the way in up to the knuckle. I was on my toes holding onto him around his shoulders now, the "attention" position forgotten, my boner dripping inside those Cub Scout shorty-shorts as Henry continued the boner massage while finger fucking me. I moaned, "Ahh... Ohh, Henry, I'm, ohh" and a spurt of cum splattered the inside of the Cub Scout shorts. I go, "Ahhhhhh... ohhhhhh" as a long stream of cum leaves my pee slit only to be stopped against the shorty-shorts fabric. Then another spurt as I contracted my ass and groin muscles. The feeling was fantastic. All of my crotch was wet with cum, a wet spot grew on the front of those shorts. Henry was breathing loudly through his nose, our heads bumping together lightly and I wanted him to hug me so badly. He caught his breath and muttered, "You better not have cum in my Cub Scout shorts". My climax completed, I was breathing deep breaths, pressing my head against the side of Henry's face, saying nothing. Henry pulled his finger out of my hole and then, with both hands, pulled down the Cub Scout shorts and yelled, "You did cum in them... bend over.." I'm like, "What...?" Henry pulled my arm down from around his shoulders, pushed on the back of my head bending me over until I was forced to grab the work-bench stool. I say a weak, "Henry...?" He sternly said, "Just stay like that and take your spanking. You should know better than to soil someone's clothing" and he started with the open hand spanking again. It had been awhile since he spanked me, this one was like the last one and I ended up with tears running down my cheeks. Like I said before, I wasn't crying like boo hooing, but it had to qualify as crying of some sorts. It really stings to be spanked on your bare ass. And while that's true, Henry never came close to seriously hurting me, he never left a mark, and my ass cheeks were fine a few hours later. He got his rocks off spanking me, that's about it... I can see that now. He had a spanking fetish as well as a foot fetish... maybe a pedophile thing too although I was only four years younger than him, so I'm not sure if that qualifies.

After the spanking, while I was still bent over, Henry fucked me in a hot frenzy and before he was done I almost shot off a second load, but not quite. Henry fired off a beautiful load of spunk, way up my ass. It was flying everywhere before his climax ended. After we calmed down, we sat side by side with our legs crossed in that strange manner smoking and not talking. Because of the spanking and then the hard fucking, my ass was sore. Henry knew it would be and without saying anything he slipped a soft seat cushion from a lawn chair under me as I was sitting down. My climax from the finger fucking and dick massage had been out of this world "hot" and my almost-second-climax from Henry's fuck was pretty intense too. Very intense and I really enjoyed it, but still I admitted to myself that I wished I could be held in his arms now. I wanted him to hold me in his arms rocking us back and forth slowly, telling me about how I have the potential for greatness, but he didn't do that. Instead he held the finger he'd had up my ass to his nose for a second and then up to mine. He stared calmly into my eyes as he rested that shitty-smelling finger on my upper lip. I sat up straight and didn't move, holding my burning cigarette out to the side. After a bit he took away the finger and said, "By the way, you need another haircut, Andrew. It's lost that crisp look. See that you have a haircut before tomorrow nights meeting." The butchering of my hair that Henry had done earlier was forgotten by him, I guess. I leaned against him and said, "Yes,Sir, Henry", then I took a long drag on my cigarette. I was hoping the smell of the smoke would deaden the shit smell left on my lip, right under my nose. After we put our cigarette butts out Henry said, "I'm proud of you, Andrew. You know why?... because you get it. Amazing how well you get it, and you're so young too." I thought that was the best compliment I'd ever received but I did my best not to smile too hard or too long, I wanted to act mature about it. I said, "Thank you, Sir" and then sat quietly waiting for Henry to send me home, which shortly he did.

Next morning, bright and early, I went back to the Mane Street Barbershop and this time I got the other barber. He said, "Boy's regular, right? Hey, who cut those bangs like that?" then he cut my hair exactly like the first barber had cut it last time, except for the front hair, of course. I looked in the mirror as he was working over the hairs on the crown of my head with thinning shears, this barber also thinned out my hair there until my cowlick stood up defiantly again. That finally appeared to satisfy him. All in all, Henry sent me there for a total of four haircuts. Then, after he left, I went back myself twice because at that time I was still maintaining my Henry look. Eventually I came to my senses, but it took awhile. Subsequent haircuts I asked the barber to leave the grown-in hairs in front cut straight across so they could be combed up. Five years later I still have the same basic hair style, although my cowlick is long enough to lay down now, as it has been for years. I'd never thought about me having this hair style because of Henry, never realized it until this road trip... but it's true, I still have a variation of the haircut Henry insisted I get way back when. Damn, that's so weird. Then I laughed at myself because I'm still smoking too. Henry taught me to smoke, insisted I smoke actually, and I've been smoking ever sense. I changed my brand to Marlboro lights, but I never stopped smoking. What else am I still doing because of Henry? Oh yeah, I still cross my legs like Henry did back then. What else I wonder... this is too fucking weird, I never noticed any of this shit until all the reminiscing during this drive down to Florida.

Anyway, for the next four and a half weeks after the Cub Scout uniform incident Henry alternated doing things we'd done before. The foot fetish was once a week and he eventually got me to rim him with that too, but neither of us called it rimming back then. The Cub Scout uniform exercise was once a week too... with that one, he made me cum inside his Cub Scout shorty-short pants and then he'd spanked me because I'd soiled the shorts, and then his fucking frenzy followed the spanking. Once a week we shared the Burger King supper, always the same way... me eating from the piece he'd already taken a bite of. He continued fucking me after each meeting, different positions though-out the weeks but many times it was doggie style. For my part I happily went along with everything because of the hot climaxes and because I was so attached to Henry. I was totally under Henry's spell... totally. By the end of our adventure, I loved him. Looking back on it I believe I loved him romantically too, but back then I thought it was love the way someone loves their leader, or ruler, or something other than queer love. I was still positive I wasn't queer back then. Well, actually, it wasn't even that... it was more that the idea I might be gay never entered my mind, so I didn't even need to reject the idea. Henry fucked me every week night we didn't have a Boy Scout meeting as well as after the meetings so, all together, he must have shot a couple of quarts of cum up my ass before it was over.

The last thing we did together was the two night sleep-over camp in the Poconos mountains. More then five hundred Boy Scouts were on that jamboree. Our troop rode in two buses up to the Poconos Scout camp, a three hour ride. I sat next to Henry in the front seat of the second bus and took attendance at the start of the trip, and again at a rest stop... everyone except Henry thought I was a jackass. At the camp I pitched the pup tent Henry and I would share. After dinner, and after the camp fire and marshmallows, and scary stories... we turned in. It was cold at night up there and Henry climbed into my sleeping bag with me. We were both naked, of course. The combination of both our armpit BO got trapped inside the bag and then drifted out the top opening around our necks... a reeking warm air that I was addicted to... it was an aphrodisiac to me. Henry fucked me as we lay on our sides, his arms wrapped around by taut, slim, body... the first real hugs from Henry. And, did he ever fuck me. Henry knew, even though I did not, that this was the last two nights we'd ever be together. Almost as soon as Henry climbed inside my sleeping bag he began pushing lube up my hole. Henry had been using lubrication from the third week onward. I lay docile for him as he fingered my hole with his slippery fingers. It felt so good I wanted to squirm, but I knew there was to be no squirming or I'd get a spanking. My boner was poking the side of my sleeping bag before he even entered me, just the anticipation and the lube up my ass got me very aroused. Boy, did I ever love getting fucked by Henry! Both nights the first fuck was a really fast one. Henry poking his cock inside me and hugging me tight against his chest while putting his leg over my legs to keep me from bringing my knees up to my belly. That's the way it felt best for me, but it felt best for Henry if I had my legs straight down. He humped his cock in and out of my hole really fast for about three minutes and I'd splash cum up on my belly gasping for air, trying hard not to squeal too loudly. Henry had one of his arms hugging me into his body and he kept the hand of his other arm across my mouth to muffle the squeal he knew I'd make when climaxing. My tightened sphincter muscle clasping tightly around his fast moving boner caused Henry to blow his first large load of cum up inside me with him quietly grunting from the effort he'd put into that first quick fuck.

Oh my God, we both breathed deeply right afterward. Henry left his cock up my hole and snuggled me against his body in an obviously affectionate manner. His chin rubbing the side of my head and him going, "Mmmmm.... nice". This was what I'd been wanted, affection from him. A sign that he loved me. Now, five years later, I know he was probably just coming to the full realization himself that he was going to miss his young submissive sex partner. For my part, I was of course aware he was returning to Prep school, but I assumed he'd be home on weekends and that he'd want to "train" me some more. I was convinced Henry was as attached to me as I was to him and this show of affection in my sleeping bag sort of proved to myself I was right. Fact is, while at Military Prep School he never came home weekends and when he was home for the short holiday breaks he had family commitments, there was no time for me. Furthermore, he was leaving the Eagle Scouts after this jamboree because he'd be going to college next year and he was traveling in Europe for his last summer before college. He had no time for the Eagle Scouts now either, and anyway, he'd achieved everything as an Eagle Scout that there was to achieve. I found all that out a couple weeks after the fact when I went by his father's garage to ask about Henry.

Finding out the truth, I didn't handle any of it very well, but before I knew any of that, while on that weekend of our over-night camp, I was in the best spot I could ever hope for... sharing a sleeping bag with the most important person on earth to me. The second fuck that first night came about a half hour later. We didn't talk in between, but Henry rubbed my side, or absently spread my own cum around on my belly with the palm of his hand, or fondle my balls and running his fingers through my pubes. He cupped my cock and balls and moved his head against mine. All the movement were tender and I felt like purring. Slowly his cock grew hard again, inside me, and he fucked me slowly this time. Long, slow penetrations for fifteen minutes or so... it felt fantastic and I felt on the verge of my second climax for five minutes or more before I actually shot out a squirt of cum... it splashed out of my super sensitive boner with me stifling a squeal. Henry climaxed a few minutes later. He pulled out of me a little while later, but stayed with me in my sleeping bag all night. In the early hour of the morning he did me one more time, semi-quickly, and I had another nice climax. Having Henry sleep with me all night was almost as hot as my climaxes.

After being so "high" from sleeping together, the reality of no more Henry Black was a huge drop off in my world. He'd taken me to the mountain top in that sleeping bag, what a great place to be naked with your lover. We shot cum all over the inside of my sleeping bag during those first three fucks, felt like Henry's cum was drooling out of my ass most of the day too. My hole was so sore after that first night and morning that I had trouble walking. Henry fucked me twice the next night too, the same way he did it the first night. That was it, my last Henry fuck was the second fuck on the second night of our over-night camp. We both overslept in the morning and Henry didn't have time to fuck me one last time. I didn't mind back then because my ass was on fire as it was, and I had no idea I'd already had my last fuck ever from him. The cum dripping out of my sore hole caused a rash back there by the time we headed home. The bus ride was very unpleasant because of my asshole... my poor sore, rash covered, twat. Off the bus I had to put away a lot of stuff at the armory, Henry surprised me by helping. Then he gave what turned out to be my last inspection. Standing at attention with my sore, wet hole aching and itching, Henry quietly said I was never to discuss our private training sessions or we might get in trouble. He was very mellow the last time I saw him. He ran his fingers through my hair giving me a small, warm smile while telling me I was the best Boy Scout he'd ever known. He held my shoulders with both his hands and then pulled me against his body and hugged me, swaying a little. Then he let go, patted my cheek and left me at attention as he turned around and hurried out of the armory. I swear to God, his eyes were wet. I was very touched by his tender goodbye, still I had no idea of the finality of it... obviously the finality of it had occurred to Henry and maybe his emotions even surprised himself. Anyway, in retrospect I believe that's what happened. It was a rather quick goodbye scene and then he was gone without a mention that he'd never see me again. His father picked Henry up at the armory and that was that. I felt like crying while walking home thinking I'd need to wait two or three weeks until Henry got settled at Prep school before I'd see him again. It was especially stressful because of the affectionate side of Henry that was finally emerging. I wanted to explore that much more deeply.

I had my fifteenth birthday "party" on the Sunday I got back from the Jamboree and forced myself to be cheerful. It was actually a dinner, with a chocolate birthday cake for dessert. My folks took us to The Ninety-Nine restaurant. Mom, Dad, Josh, me, Carlos, and Billy. It was cool, the boys gave me funny gag gifts and I got my own cellphone as my birthday present from Mom and Dad... that did cheer me up for real. Ya gotta have your own cell phone in high school! That night in bed though I was back to mourning the loss of Henry, still believing at that point that our reunion would be two or three weeks away.

I refused to believe the finality of it even after his Dad confirmed it. All the jerking off I did for the next six weeks was done thinking about Henry. I kept my BO in memory of him, much to the consternation of everyone around me. My parents were constantly on me to bath, they thought it was a phase I was going through, adjusting to my new body and that sort of thing. At school I got two separate stick deodorants sarcastically put in my backpack when I wasn't looking. Billy and Carlos finally got use to my smell and stopped mentioning the odor problem. I'd just gotten a Mane Street Barbershop haircut before the Jamboree, but two weeks after the Jamboree I went back for another haircut, just saving an inch of bangs in front to comb up. Then two weeks later I went again because Henry would want me to, but that turned-out to be the last time I ever went there. It just, almost over night, was over for me... I subconsciously forced myself to be over Henry. I never hated on Henry or thought bad of him, I just put him away in my subconscious mind... not on purpose, it just happened. I began showering regularly and jerking off without thinking about Henry. I went a month in between haircuts and when I did need a haircut, I went to Supercuts. Same general haircut style and, as I mentioned already, I have the same hair style five years later.

Barbara Cooper asking me to go to the Freshman Halloween dance was the turning point, I think... shocked me into thinking that since I was straight I should be dating girls. I mentioned way back at the beginning of this that girls found me cute and wanted to sort of baby me. I was flattered, and during that Freshman year at high school, at five-foot-three- inches, I became known as a dating-stud with the girls. I was popular with them and I liked the attention. I grew six inches during my fifteenth and sixteenth years which didn't hurt my popularity with the girls any. I fooled myself pretty good that I liked having a girlfriend and most of the time in my High School years I either had a girlfriend, or was breaking-up with one, or was getting over breaking up with one. I didn't have my first heterosexual fuck until twelfth grade, had another one last year as a Freshman in college, and then the three fucks last summer that I've already described. I started admitting to myself that I may be gay around the beginning of twelfth grade, which is why I started screwing girls to prove to myself I wasn't. Until that time the memories of Henry played little or no part in my thinking, but I had to start thinking about him when I started thinking I was gay. So, here I am driving Josh's hand-me-down Dodge pickup to college for the start of my Sophomore year. I just turned twenty years old... goodbye to my teen years, forever. I'm twenty years old and gay and that's that. College is on my mind now and I've just driven my pickup across the South Carolina border into Florida so in a few more hours I'll be at the college to start my first year as a gay student.

This had been an interesting trip from Lansdown/Pennsylvania to Florida... the reminiscing certainly helped pass the time, but it leaves questions too. I know I'm gay, but do I still have that submissive nature, or have I outgrown it? It seems to me I've outgrown it, but I still wonder at the pleasures I experienced while being submissive to Henry. Those were intensely pleasurable times for me and it would be wrong to pretend otherwise. Nothing in my life since that time has come close to matching those erotic feelings and climaxes Henry fucked out of me. Wonder how those climaxes would feel now, at age twenty.... And, what happened to my lust for getting fucked? Was that lust simply because it was Henry doing the fucking, or would I enjoy getting fucked by someone other than Henry? I certainly don't feel I'm lusting to be fucked, not at all. Could the desire be in remission, be subconscious? Obviously, I don't know shit about any of this stuff and I have no idea how I'm going to find out about it either. I'm guessing I'll bumble into something during this coming year.

I pulled onto the campus thinking about the cluster fuck that registration had turned into last year. A nightmare, but that was then and this is now. This year I know where everything is and where to go and what to do... registration was never going to be a breeze, but this year it was manageable. Getting dorm assignments and a picture ID was a pain in the ass though, mostly because of the crush of students all trying to get the same thing at the same time. Finally I was through with it all and I found myself driving across campus to my dorm and wondering about my roommate. I knew I'd have a roommate, all Sophomores have a roommate and, of course, with a roommate there's potential for a dicey situation if you get the wrong one. Last year it was three to a room, so I had two roommates and none of us wanted to go through another year like that, not in this lifetime. We got through the year but we never formed a tight relationship. Well actually, we managed not to kill each other... that's as close as we got to being buddies. For Sophomore year we're required to fill out a roommate compatibility survey. At the beginning of the summer I filled mine out indicating "no preference" in the sexual orientation block finding out later that for dorm purposes "no preference" would be interpreted as "gay" unless stated differently in the "comments" section, which I'd left blank. I cleverly had mailed the form BEFORE reading the instructions about that small matter. Freshman year we had no choice at all who our roommates would be and now that I do have sort of a choice, I fucked it up. Or, did I? Ya know, this fits in with the new me... being in a gay dorm is probably the best place for me. Of course, I wasn't thinking that way last summer when I was still dating, but I'm positive about it now. Still, gay or not... there are good-guys and bad-guys, assholes and hot shits, geeks and the guys who are with-its.... and that holds true no matter if you're straight or gay or bi or whatever. So the question is, who am I and who am I getting for a roommate. A little nervousness set in as I carried my laptop toward my new dorm room. I was more than a bit apprehensive. Oh, in case you're wondering... I'm definitely a cool, with-it, hot shit! Now, if only my roommate agrees with this self-evaluation.

OK, here goes... building 6, room MM. I guess I should knock the first time, so I did and hear, "yeah?" as I pushed open the door to see a guy over six foot tall with lots of black hair, sitting at a desk, typing on his PC. He had big hair, his hair was almost shoulder length and to me it looked like a ladies hairdo... like a lady's hair often looks right after she'd been to the hairdresser. Parted on the side it was wavy and full and shiny, but it definitely was not a "guy's" style. Oh well, this is the gay dorm. I said, "Ahh, hi there. I'm your roommate, I guess". He swiveled his head to take a quick glance at me, his hair fluffily bouncing around his head, and while still typing, in a grumpy manner he says, "You don't sound too excited about that, Bones. You're not totally thrilled with me, I can tell". I put my laptop on the other desk, "No, I'm thrilled to death" I said, holding out my hand, adding, "Anyway, Hi, I'm Andrew Fis...." He goes, "Ya don't have to shake my hand, dude... it's not necessary!" I awkwardly let my hand drop mumbling, "Oh, heh, heh... it's just a custom, it's not, ya know... necessary or anything". In my head I'm going "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What rotten luck I've got!". This guy, first of all, not only has a lady's hairdo, but he looks like he could be thirty years old, and for a gay guy in a gay dorm, he sure seemed wicked macho to me. In addition to being over six feet tall, he was big... not fat, big! An athletic build, square almost, ya know?. Swarthy complexion, not bad looking, just older looking. The name on his trunk, sitting directly in the middle of our room, read... ANTHONY DECARLO... I'm going out on a limb here guessing he's Italian. He was wearing scrotum tight black jeans, an awful Hawaiian shirt that looked like it might have been given him as a gag gift, and black running shoes. A large pinky ring sparkled in the sun light that streamed through the window when he moved his hand. Having a window in a dorm is awesome, but Anthony was not. I saw he had some of his stuff on both beds so I timidly asked, "Ah, ya want the window bed or the other one. Anthony?" He was punching on his PC and mumbles, "Whaddaya tink I want, Bones? What you tink I got dem clothes on both beds for. Huh?" I got pissed and snapped out, "Why don't you drop that stupid Mafia accent and just tell me what fucking bed you want, you were here first so you chose, it's not rocket science, DeCarlo".

He finished typing a few more words, turned around in his chair, gave me a hard look, and with a menacing vein throbbing on the side of his forehead, he says, "How da fuck you know I'm not Mafia? Did you fill out the preference roommate form? Huh, did ya?... because, I'll tell ya, a little skinny prick like you can't possibly be a dedicated fitness freak like me. How many miles you run every day? How much can you press? What gym you belong to back home, huh? You know what, you got the wrong room, dude, and thats not rocket science either, ya smartass." He sounded so sure of himself I gawked down at my dorm assignment sheet. Just then the door bumped open and a big blond kid with a burr haircut and looking like he just got off the farm came in and said, "Wus up? Yo, you Tony?" Tony goes "Yeah, that's me... he's just leaving." My form read Building 6 Room MM. I held out my dorm form to the big blond guy, he grabbed it as I'm stammering, "Oh, is this the...? Do you have Building 6 Room MM... how could we both, I mean this really can't be right, ya know" I was rambling now because these two were looking nasty. Tony says to blondie, "What's he talking about?" and Blondie says, "Fuck if I know, I don't speak faggot". I'm like, "Hey! I'm not the only faggot here!" and blondie, tapping my form with the back of his knuckles, says, "Yeah, you are. The homos building you're looking for is Building 8, not 6!" Blushing now, I took my form back from the blond kid and saw the smeared spot next to the building designation. He's right, it was an 8, not a 6. Fuck! This was humiliating... but thank God neither of these two assholes is going to be my roommate! Backing out the door, I go, "Oh, never mind... I'm good. Yep, I see it now, you're right. Nice meeting both of you, by the way." Tony uttered, "Yeah, it's been fucking delightful... let's do lunch sometime" and out I went, sweat running down the inside of my shirt. Damn!... great way to start your first day back at college, dickhead! I was so pissed at myself. Building 8 was two blocks over, not nearly far enough away from those two to suit me. Driving over to building 8 I took a long breath and a sigh of relief... what a fucking nightmare it would have been rooming with either of those guys.

With better vibes this time, I carried my laptop and my suitcase into the correct building and walked down the hall to room MM, the door was open. This room had a window too, I discovered every room has a window, duh! Our room was close to one of our floor's two communal lavatories, and close to the communal area with the big TV, pool table and stuff, my dorm room is in a nice location, sweet! I took a deep breath and walked around the open door to see my roommate talking on his cell phone. He looked up at me and gave me the nicest smile, then waved his hand as he lifted the mouthpiece of the phone away from his mouth to say, "Hi, I'm sorry, but it's my mother and I can't blow her off, yet. Nice to meet ya" and he reached out his left hand so we could do a left- handed handshake. I thought, "Good! A straight acting gay guy, that makes two of us". A couple of things about my roommate did hit me immediately though... number one was his hair, he had Henry Black's wavy, blond hair... the identical shade and texture. This kid's hair wasn't cut like Henry's though, it was a bit longer than mine, parted on the side, nothing unusual. But that wavy light blond hair was identical to Henry's. I noticed this boy hadn't tried to grow a mustache like Henry's wispy one... in fact, he looked too young to even have whiskers. He was Henry's height, about six feet tall, slim with Henry's rangy build. The other thing that was very noticable about this kid had nothing to do with Henry, it had to do with my roommate's teeth. His two front teeth were bigger than you normally see, and they were slightly buck. He had a cute mouth though, so when he smiled at me with his youngish facial features I thought of a eight year old boy who had recently gotten his adult teeth, too big for his face, but it was the cutest thing when he did his shy smile. That's what my roommate reminded me of when he smiled. I was very well pleased, visually, with this roommate. The kid was fun to look at.

Yeah, the kid was fun to look at, but you wouldn't call him handsome and, frankly, he probably never will be handsome, but at this age he's awfully cute. When he's older he'll probably qualify as... " nice looking". And, he seemed like a really nice kid too so maybe I lucked out. Maybe I not only got myself a good roommate to look at, but a friend as well. He was still talking on his cell so I went out to the pickup for more of my stuff... my clothes, my DELL PC, CD player/ radio, CD collection, my fourteen inch flat screen Hi Def TV, you know... the bare essentials. Oh yeah, my own pillow from my bed at home too, a must. A couple boxes of books and some other junk in a couple of other boxes that I can't even remember what's in them now, linens and things like that I think. I took the box with my PC into our dorm room and put it on the empty desk, then back out for more. My second time carry boxes into the room I had two boxes of clothes stacked on top of each other, the roommate came over to help, "Here, let me get one of those for you" he said as he lifted the top box off and dropped it on my bed. "By the way, I'm Cory Dawkins, glad to meet ya"... we shook hands the right way this time, me saying, "Hi Cory, Andrew Fisher, nice to know ya". What can I say, it just felt friendly between us right from the beginning, and that was a huge load off my mind. To have a good roommate is awesome! Cory helped me get everything out of my pickup and then he helped me put it all away. In the common room a little later, drinking Cokes, I told him about my adventure with Anthony De Carlo and about the blond guy saying, "I don't speak faggot" which gave Cory pause, then he asked, "Did you notice and homophobes on campus last year?" We talked about that awhile and convinced ourselves this was an open campus, very diverse and no worries. Anthony and the blond headed farm kid were exceptions to the rule.

At times it was uncanny how Cory reminded me of Henry with his hair, and his size, the smoking and so forth... and then, he'd do things that reminded me of myself. This isn't meant as a brag on myself at all, it's just the way I am naturally... he reminding me of myself in the way he acted, and talked, and the way he was deferential, anxious to accommodate others... that sort of thing. Also, as I alluded to earlier, he had zero affectations of stereotypical gay mannerisms which neither Henry nor I ever had either. Fact is, I wouldn't have a clue Cory was gay except he was in this gay dorm. After finishing our Cokes, we both said, almost at the same time, "I need a smoke". On the way out we agreed that the habit sucked and we were going to quit "sometime", but that didn't stop us from sitting on the front steps and smoking two cigarettes each. I tried not to think about Henry Black except, of course, I had been thinking about little else on the drive down here for the last two days, and now my roommate is making me think about Henry some more. Henry, of course, had started me smoking. Another thing I thought of, Cory and I both just turned twenty, we're a year older then Henry was when Henry used me as his submissive gay boy way back when... time flies! Ah Henry! I guess it's unrealistic to think I could reminisce about him for almost seventeen hours driving down here and when I arrived I could just put him back into my subconscious mind... no, that won't work. Jeez, thinking about my age now I realized Henry is twenty-four years old. God, that sounds old! I wonder what's happened in his life the last five years, wonder if he ever thought about me... guess I'll never know.

Back inside after our smoke we grabbed our IDs and headed out for dinner together. This is great, it really is. Having someone I feel comfortable with to eat dinner and go to classes with from the very first day of my sophomore year... oh man, it's truly awesome. Cory has been here since yesterday, his parents and younger brother drove down with him. They live near the Florida/South Carolina state line so it was only about a four hour drive. Get this, Cory's mode of transportation around campus is a scooter which made me think of that scooter Henry fixed for me years ago. Cory showed me the scooter which his dad bought for him yesterday, so it's brand new and, therefore, looked nothing like the one I had when I was fourteen. That was almost a relief. Still, I was freaking out a little from the coincidences. I didn't want to freak Cory out with any of the Henry stuff though, so I kept the coincidences to myself. As a matter of fact, I've never told anyone about Henry, never even hinted about Henry to anyone. Henry is my exclusive memory. That's all in the past, and I intend leaving it there. Still, it is part of my personal history and it adds somewhat to the excitement of discovering myself, sexually. In the gay sense, I'm actually a novice. After dinner Cory and I compared our schedules and discovered we have two course together... cool. I asked him if he knew anything about part-time work on campus because after New Years I'll need to find a part time job. I have enough money from working last summer to last me until then. Cory had enough spending money to get by so he wasn't aware of part time work possibilities. Anyway, that's something to worry about later.

As the days passed Cory and I got along so well I was almost expecting something to develop that would cause friction between us, but it never did. Becoming interested in each other sexually didn't happen either, although that was more Corey's doing then mine. He has been involved in a relationship with his high school boyfriend for almost two years now. Cory says it's love. He talked quite a bit about his boyfriend, Mark. Mark apparently is boss in their relationship, he has the "guy" position, to Corey's "girl" position, if you want to think of it that way. That's the way Cory described it. Funny he would put it that way because, as I've said, Cory isn't effeminate in the slightest. I would have liked it if Cory and me could have tried a few sexy things together, just to see if we clicked, but no... he was in love and I wasn't about to break in on that. Plus, Mark sounded like a hot head to me, actually the more I heard about him the more he sounded like an asshole, but I kept that to myself too. I saw a photograph of Mark and Cory standing side by side and Mark is large, he's slightly taller than Corey's six foot, and if one were slightly crass they might mention that Mark's slightly fat too. I'm not attracted to his tough guy looks... but I'm not saying he wouldn't be considered good looking to some, he just isn't my type. He was wearing sunglasses in the photo, dark hair cut short, his arm across Cory's shoulders. Actually, Cory looked skinny in the picture standing next to Mark. Analyzing a guy's cuteness or "hotness" or determining my "type" is a new concept for me. I've only been openly gay to myself for a few months, so I haven't giving these kind of things a lot of thought yet. I do think Cory's my type, but I'm just not real sure of much, so maybe he isn't.

OK, so I accepted Cory and I couldn't get it on in a physical way, but over the next two months we did form a great friendship bond. We both were eager to help the other with school studies, nurse each other through toothaches and upset stomachs, colds, etc... giving each other encouraging remarks when the school work got to be a pain in the ass... lots of other good buddy/roommate stuff too. We ate our meals together and went places together whenever we could. Cory became a closer friends, in a shorter time frame, then I ever would have thought possible. He told me secret dreams of his, and about boys he'd fantasized about while growing up. I told him about me just recently acknowledging to myself that I am in fact gay, and how I've had no "real" exposure to gay sex since screwing around with someone for a short time at age fourteen. He was interested in my fourteen year old experiences but I put him off saying it was a boring story for another time. Cory and I developed this on-going game of evaluating the boys in our dorm, or in our mutual classes, and boys we passed on campus or at the store, anywhere we went. We graded the boys as to their sexiness, cuteness, hair rating, body type etc etc etc... it was all done in fun! We did a lot of goofing-around with each other, touching in a non-sexual way and, actually, since our living quarters were so tight we didn't have much choice about that anyway. Mostly we just really liked each other.

It was so enjoyable having Cory as my roommate. Hugs around the neck that were almost like a wrestling hold, the kind you-know-who used to do to me. Cory and I were always mussing-up each others just-combed hair and always when conversing we'd have a hand on the others arm or touching in some other way... same when we were joking about something or saying something serious. To save money we cut each others hair, badly. We also stayed in our dorm room and watched DVDs on my TV instead of going out and spending money at the movies. We rarely went to the local bars with the other guys, instead we'd bring six-packs of beer into our room and get drunk while telling lies and exaggerations to one another. The gay dormitory was good for a lot of laughs too... especially from the flamboyant boys who we, in a good-natured way, called "flamers". Oh my God, those flamers were too funny, exaggerating their gayness and flirting with Cory, me, and other youthful looking guys... so outrageous, but lots of laughs. It was all good fun and the sense of camaraderie among us gay guys was special. Rooming in this dorm was the right choice for me and I congratulated myself on being here even though I'm here accidentally. There were about sixty gay Sophomores in our dorm, sixty sophomores out of a sophomore class of over seven thousand. We joked that "perhaps" all the gay boys at the University of Florida were not staying in the gay dorm... yeah, perhaps not. I'm surely glad I was one of the sixty though.

At Thanksgiving break I went home with Cory to spend the quick holiday break with him and his family. Going to Pennsylvania for the five day break was too expensive for such a short visit. Cory's boyfriend, Mark, would be home too so initially that gave me pause. Mark attends the University of South Carolina so it was an easy trip home for him. Cory was excited about seeing him and he thought Mark and I would get along wonderfully. I had serious doubts about that, but didn't express my feelings to Cory. Initially I didn't want to go at all, that's because I'd be the odd man out, the third wheel with Cory and Mark. Cory said I could hook up with his sixteen year old brother Tommy when he and Mark were off doing something. This sounded very problematic to me, but at Cory's insistence I talked with his brother on the phone and finally agreed to go because Tommy really seemed like a good kid who had actually planned stuff for us to do together. We'd only be there for parts of four days anyway, so... what the hell. We took a bus because my pickup was overheating and we didn't want to take a chance on a break-down half way there. The bus stopped often and somehow required seven hours to accomplish what Cory's parents had managed in a little over four hours in their car. It was an OK time on the bus though, I enjoyed being with Cory. He and I slept for a few hours and then goofed around making fun of a couple of goobers across the aisle from us for another couple of hours... the goobers were oblivious to our childish behavior, but we got some big laughs out of it all. Then we ragged on each other about being horrible roommates and it was a joking-good time... I mean, just sitting next to Cory for seven hours was a treat for me. I'm a little bit hooked on him.

Cory's brother, Tommy, picked us up at the bus stop. Cute fucking kid with light reddish hair rather than the blond hair his brother has. Tommy's hair was cut in a buzz cut, he had an even cuter face than Cory and the same larger than normal two front teeth. Damn, I was thinking that the brothers have the cutest looking mouths ever, but I was just getting use to appreciating guy's appearance so, ya know... so a lot of them looked cute to me initially. There was something even better than Tommy's cuteness, he was just as nice a boy as Cory... sincerely a nice boy. He hugged me by way of welcoming me and then told me innocently, without being self-conscious, and with deep sincerity, "I hugged you Andrew because my Dad said to make you feel welcome. I thought about that all the way over to meet you guys, at the last minute I came up with the idea to hug you." Then he looked at me for approval... I had a half smile on my face looking over to Cory to see if this was some kind of put on, but Cory was looking at me anxiously too, apparently wondering if I felt welcome. I looked back at Tommy then and said, "I feel very welcome, Tommy! I appreciate your greeting and the hug very much. Thank you so much!" Tommy beamed, looked at Cory who nodded his head in approval. A big smile broke out on Tommy's face as he mumbled, "You're very welcome, I'm sure" and he took my travel satchel to carry it to the car. I looked at Cory again who raised his eyebrows like, "Everything OK?" and I'm thinking like, "what the ...?" But it was kinda nice, ya know?

Tommy was a very enthusiastic kid and a bit of a reckless driver too. I was in the front passenger seat of their late model Volvo sedan involuntarily pushing my foot hard against the floorboard every thirty seconds or so as Tommy tailgated every car he drove behind and talked a blue streak while he was doing it. I was a nervous wreck by the time we got to their house. Real nice house with two pillars in the front like a faux plantation mansion from the old South. The parents were extremely nice people, so much so It made me uncomfortable at first, but what could I do except smile. It also made be a tad uncomfortable them knowing I was gay, that was a new concept for me... being "out" as they say. People knowing I'm gay... same for the little brother knowing that I'm a twenty year old gay guy, didn't that make him feel uncomfortable? The gay thing didn't specifically come up and none of them appeared worried about me going places and doing things with innocent, cute, little sixteen year old, Tommy... so that was cool. Tommy didn't seem worried about it either... so, that's even cooler, but a little awkward too. We arrived just in time for dinner, everyone including Tommy had wine, and after dinner we all sat around watching a movie on cable that was extremely boring although they all seemed to enjoy the experience well enough. I don't think I've ever watched a movie with my brother and parents, ever. Oh well, it was OK I guess. I slept in Cory's room sharing a double bed with him. That was another totally unexpected situation, but no one even commented about it... just took it for granted as the logical place for me to sleep. Ya know, Cory and I were roommates at college, right? Yeah, I guess... but sleeping with Cory was another slightly unnerving thing for me. The next day Tommy and I had a list of errants we needed to do, sort of our contribution to the Thanksgiving feast the next day. Cory went over to see Mark. He'd gotten all spruced-up and was acting a little nervous, or maybe he was just excited as he left to see Mark. I waved goodbye to Cory and two minutes later Tommy and I took off too. Tommy, who was driving like a madman again, was on this long rant about lady drivers talking on their cell phones while driving. It was difficult for me to concentrate on his words though because I was busy braking the floor board again, and in a cold sweat due to his own reckless driving.

Tommy was kind of a funny kid, when he wasn't trying to kill me with his erratic driving that is... but it was tough sometimes to pick out the intentionally funny things he did or said from the unintentional ones. He was so sincere and "down-home-southern" that I was biting my lip to keep from laughing half the time, not sure if he meant to be funny, or if he just was funny. Very sincere, corny manners with everyone, not just me. God damn, he was so sweet I wanted to hug that kid hard, and not in a gay way either... just hug him because he was so cute and huggable. The fact is that he isn't gay in any way. He asked me in a real serious manner if it would be too inconvenient for me if he stopped off at his girlfriends house on the way home. I didn't mind, so we drove over there with Tommy stopping a fraction of an inch from a tractor trailer when we got there. The tractor trailer was parked in front of his girlfriend's house and, with my heart hammering from fright, Cory threw the transmission into "park" and jumped out of the car letting go with some kind of scream before hugging and then swinging her around. She'd been waiting there waving at us as we drove up at about one hundred miles an hour, almost crashing into the truck. After they settled down I was introduced to Joann and her to me... very formal. She was just as corny and "down-home" as Tommy, and they made the cutest couple ever, so sweet you might get a toothache if you spent a lot of time with them.

The three of us drove away with me in the back seat now, and the two love birds in the front seat whispering to each other. When we were on a narrow back road Tommy asked if I'd drive awhile so he and Joann could make-out in the back seat. Cute! I said, "Sure, pull over, dude". Well, Jesus Christ, those two went at it with a vengeance... me staring at them in the rearview mirror so much I almost ran into three or four separate trees along the side of this dirt road. Tommy had his hand up her dress and down her blouse within two minutes and she was grinding against his crotch to beat the band, smacking noises from their mouths as they kissed in a frenzy. At one point they both slid off the back seat and wedged themselves between the back of my seat and the end of the back seat. They never stopped humping against each other and after awhile I heard grunting and moaning and Joann mumbles "I wet my panties Tommy, did ya'all cum yet?" Tommy groans out, "Twice Joann, and it's a darn mess in my boxer shorts for certain... I near broke my penis when we slid off the seat". Neither of them thought anything they said or did was the least bit humorous, they were in love and serious about it. Damn, I was half laughing, and half choking to death so they wouldn't hear the laughing. I was also getting a hard-on just thinking about Tommy cumming twice in his pants. That was so unexpected and lots of hot fun. They straightened themselves up, Tommy pulled his shirt tails out to cover the cum splattered and stained front of his pants... then he drove us at high speed to drop off Joann. They talked about the high school football game tomorrow morning and about the half time marching band performance. They're both in the marching band, both play trumpet. Cute couple.

Back at the house I showered, jerking-off under the cascading water thinking about Tommy cumming twice in his pants in the back seat of the car I was driving... hot! Then I went down to my second dinner here. At the bottom of the steps I see who's Mark looking out the window. He didn't look fat in real life. He looked pretty good from the back anyway. He'd just gotten a haircut, his hair was dark, but not black like it looked in the photo... actually, now it looked mahogany, quite distinctive. I gave a thought that it must be colored because I'd never seen anyone with that shade of hair before. The haircut was cool, short, spiked on top... he had a big neck and wide shoulders. Had to admit he looked good wearing a regular plum colored Polo golf shirt and tan slacks with cool loafers on his feet. Damn, he looked better than I expected actually. I was staring at him while standing on a landing, three steps up from the family room floor. He must have sensed my presence because he slowly turned his head and looked right at me. I knew right away he was the dominant, alpha male, type... his stare was so steady and confident. I scratched my neck, took a deep breath, and looked away. "You must be Andrew, come down here and shake hands with me". The words sound kinda friendly, but the authoritative tone did not. I scampered down the last three steps saying, "Oh, ah yes, I'm Andrew Fisher. I'm your boyfr... or rather, Cory's roommate, I mean... er.." Mark kept the stern stare on me and when I was in front of him he put out his hand, quietly saying, "I know who you are" and we did a quick handshake with him squeezing much harder than he needed to.

There was immediate friction between us, but I only realized that a little later. What caught all my attention initially were Mark's eyes... a startling shade of green with the dark eyelashes and eyebrows highlighting the eyes. Made me think of Henry's startling eyes, although his were dark blue. Mark was better looking in real life, but from the front he did look slightly chunky, like in the photo I'd seen. As I said, his eyes captivated me at first, very dramatic and exotic... plus his hard penetrating stare. Man, he was imposing and I could see right away where Cory would be wicked submissive to Mark. I would be too which got me thinking about Henry again. Mark was different from Henry though, I just knew that... almost by instinct. Henry was self-centered and very dominant, but he had a little touch of niceness somewhere in his make-up too. I wasn't detecting any of that with Mark. On the other hand, Cory loved this guy so there must be something I'm missing. Mark says, "How are you two getting along as roommates?" That could definitely qualify as an interrogation question, the way he said it, I mean. I stammered, "Oh, heh we get along, ya know, separately. That is, we work together, but we're you know, separate... sort of." Mark made a face like, "What a loser..." and while rolling his eyes, mumbles, "Come on down stairs, we're shooting pool until dinner's ready." I did the smartest thing I'd managed to do since meeting Mark, I kept my mouth shut and did what he said. Following him down to the finished basement where Cory and Tommy were shooting pool I marveled that Cory could be in love with this guy. Downstairs, Mark said, "Andrew and me will play you two. You rack Tommy".

That's pretty much how it went before dinner, and then after dinner too... the whole night actually. Mark would tell us what to do and we'd do it. After dinner I, for one, was happy when Mark and Cory left. When they were on their way, I played a computer game with Tommy in his bedroom. It was fun messing around with him but I was tired and around eleven I went to bed. Last night Cory was as relaxed and comfortable as he could be sharing his double bed with me. Except for that time at the Boy Scout sleep-over camp when me and Henry slept together in my sleeping bag, I'd never slept with another person. The first night sharing Cory's bed I stayed on the edge of the mattress on my side taking quite a long while falling asleep. During the night I woke up finding Cory and me laying against each other in the middle of the mattress, so I obviously move around while sleeping. We both slept in boxer shorts, so the bodily contact was excellent and I enjoyed it as long as I could, but some where along the line I fell back to sleep.

This second night I was fast asleep when Cory got in bed, I don't know what time it was. His rustling around eventually woke me up though, and I heard what sounded like sniffling. When I heard it again, I asked in a whisper, "You OK, dude?" and Cory said, sounding like he was upset, "Yeah, sorry for waking you Andrew, go back to sleep, alright?". I lay there awhile and, not hearing anymore from Cory, dosed off to sleep. Next day was Thanksgiving. We had a Southern style breakfast first thing in the morning, which was awesome. Next item on the agenda was the high school football game against their cross town rival. Tommy is in the marching band so I was going to sit with Mark and Cory at the game, except they didn't watch much of the game. They spent most of the time arguing about something while standing over by the concession stands leaving me to watch the game alone. At half time I tried to spot Tommy and Joann in the trumpet section of the marching band but everyone wore the same long pants uniform so I couldn't tell the boys from the girls, never mind telling one person from another. The entire morning there was excitement in the air, the stands were packed with fans, lots of kids milling around and yelling, marching bands playing whenever a team scored... very cool atmosphere, high school football is really big in the South I guess. The local high school finally won the game so everyone was in a good mood going home. It seemed like Cory and Mark, if they had been arguing, had made-up by then. Waiting for the Thanksgiving dinner we all drank a couple of beers while watching NFL football on TV, the traditional Thanksgiving game... then we had a great turkey dinner. Mark left earlier, before dinner, to eat with his family, so right after dinner Cory excused himself to go over Marks house again.

Tommy and I watched two DVDs... "Liar Liar" and then "Dumb & Dumber"... and I was weak from laughing by the end. Tommy would lean into me while laughing hysterically at various times and it was just great fun. I don't know what we're doing tomorrow, Friday... but I do know we're leaving Saturday. I enjoyed myself OK the last couple of days, mostly due to Tommy... the parents were very nice also. Cory, I didn't see too much of him. He hadn't gotten home by the time I went to bed Thanksgiving night. Because I'd had a few beers and because Tommy had me a little horny, I kind of hugged Cory's pillow and sure enough there was a "Cory smell" on that thing and it got me all excited. Truth is though, I was too tired to jerk off so I just enjoyed the pillow smell while slowly humping the mattress on Cory's side of the bed for awhile, then feeling like a pervert I got back on my side and went to sleep. Cory, smelling like booze, woke me when he came in. He shook my shoulder and, kind of sniffling again, whispered... "Andrew, Andrew... are you awake?" I was now, so I rolled over and asked, "Yeah, Cory, I am now... whas up, dude?" He grabbed hold of my wrist and said, "Mark dumped me. He has another boyfriend at the college he goes to. We're through..." He had real tears rolling down his cheeks so I go, "Oh no! Cory, that's terrible... I'm so sorry, man! What can I do?" Cory let go of me and wiped across his eyes with his forearm, then with the palms of his hands which made him cry harder. Damn, he was seriously broken hearted. I got out of bed and sort of hugged him, it's a little awkward because he's taller than me, but he put his head on my shoulder just the same and hugged back.

I didn't know what to say, or do, other than just continue doing this hug... the hugging got tighter and tighter. Cory sniffled up some mucus and mumbled, "I hate that fucker... that two-timing fucker. He fucked me too... ya know. Before he broke-up with me, fucked me in his Dad's station wagon and he fucked me hard too, Andrew. My hole is burning sore... Can you believe that? The fucker!" I patted his back thinking... this boy is really drunk!... to him I said, "Ah man, that sucks!" Cory pulled away and started getting undressed, "Will you let me lay next to you Andrew, and hug me some in bed... I need some lovin, dude. We're roommates, we help each other in times of stress... right?" He was down to his jockey shorts and I go, "Of course, Cory" and climbed back in bed with him following right behind me on my side so that now he was sleeping where I'd slept the first two nights and I was were he slept, not that it mattered. I hugged him with both arms as he squirmed around a little and insinuated himself against me in a most excellent way. We were snug together and except for his sniffling, I was wicked comfortable. The side of his face pressed against the side of mine nicely with my nose next to his hair above his ear... boy, he smelled just like his pillow. When he spoke though he smelled like vodka or bourbon or some kind of booze which was not too cool. Cory had gotten himself drunk while Mark was breaking up with him, it hadn't been a smooth break-up. Lots of begging from Cory for another chance... what could he, Cory, do to please Mark? etc etc etc.... I didn't enjoy listening to it because it made Cory sound whiny and pathetic, and then I thought of how it reminded me of how I had acted when Henry walked out on me... of course, I was fourteen at the time and didn't know better. Still, I was hoping Cory would fall asleep and sure enough, in the middle of a meandering pointless sentence, he did. Then I really enjoyed rubbing my face lightly against Cory's and I got the most painful dripping boner. OK, I had to either let go of Cory and go jerk off or stop rubbing my face against his. I didn't want to get him going again so I stopped rubbing my face against his and I was soon asleep too... fast asleep, after first wondering what this break-up might do for the roommate situation....

to be continued........... Chapter four (Cory & me)

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