A Submissive Boy's Story

A SUBMISSIVE BOY'S STORY Chapter Five (the job & Mitchell)

by Donny Mumford

Air travel sucks! That's particularly true when traveling on or near major holidays. Flying back to Orlando International right after the Christmas break was no exception to the rule... it did in fact, suck! There's plenty of "waiting" involved with air travel so I used that time to evaluate the break. First off there was too much beer consumption, which led to too many hangovers... but still, a lot of good times were mixed in with that. Those good times resulted in further bonding between Billy, Carlos, and me. We're closer friends now than we've ever been, we'll be friends for life I bet. Actually there's only one negative aspect of the entire two week break and that was discovering I'm still extremely submissive... submissive where Henry Black is concerned, to be specific. Frankly, that was a shock! But, ya know... it's just the way it is. My episode with him at the Mall was actually a hot, exciting experience. In fact, I'm still beating myself up about pussying-out on the "thrill ride" potential of seeing Henry later that day. The "thrill ride" part, by the way, is the eventual climax I'll reach, it's anybody's guess what Henry would do to generate that massive climax, but the unknown is part of the "ride". I blew that opportunity though and it's a damn shame too because the full effect of his dominant behavior, meaning... fucking, probably spanking, and who knows what else, could have answered some of the questions I've been wondering about lately. For instance, am I correctly evaluating how hot it was when Henry fucked me?... after all, it's over five years ago now. And, is it possible the "heat" might even be higher now that we're both older? Or, would it be a lot less "hot" for me now? My best guess; it was at it's hottest at my age fourteen, but I don't know that for sure. It's obvious that Henry hasn't turned down his own heat level at all... not if our Mall escapade is anything to judge it by. He's still attracting submissive teen boys, obviously that's his thing. Honestly, it gives me a stiffy just thinking about the old days. I guess you could say nothing much has changed between Henry and me, under Henry's control I could be the poster boy for all submissive people in the world. On the other hand, Henry is the only boy in my twenty years of life who affects me that way. Is it as simple as just staying clear of Henry and then my submissive nature will pretty much be a non-factor? A non-factor except when I want it to be a factor, like role playing with Cory, and our role playing has definitely been working out real well for the two of us. Even so, I can't pretend to myself the sexual highs that I've gotten from Henry's never happened. It sure would be fun experiencing something like that again... once in awhile I mean, not all the time. I prefer me and Cory on a regular basis, but once in a while.... zoom to the moon! Thrill ride!! What's wrong with that?

There isn't any way to change what's happened, so I'll think positively about the future, which hopefully will include Cory. Finally we boarded the plane and experienced a very crowded but uneventful fight which ended with a bumpy landing. Ya know what, I don't like flying. Just let me get off this damn plane! I hadn't checked luggage for this flight so as soon as we were at the gate I grabbed my computer case from under the seat, my satchel from the overhead compartment, and was off and running for the monorail shuttle to the main airport. Once there I flagged down a cab and then it was a mere twenty-five minute ride to my college. Cabs aren't allowed in the dormitory section of campus so I had a short walk from where I was left off. The warm, sunny weather here in Florida was a welcome relief from the snow and ice and freezing rain of home. Walking toward my dorm, smoking a Marlboro, I began feeling a nervous twitch in the pit of my stomach. It's because I was thinking about all the possibilities of what could have happened with Cory over the break. Specifically, what might have happened between Cory and his old dominant boyfriend, Mark. The first few minutes with Cory will probably tell me a lot... I might be able to tell if he and Mark got back together, which will really hurt me if they did. Frankly, I can see how a reconciliation could be possible, especially with couples who'd been together for over two years like those two. Even if they didn't get back together I wondered if Cory and I will continue our hot, sexy, roommate affair... or was that just a one-and-done "fling" thing, a rebound thing from Cory's break-up with Mark. Two weeks can change a person's perception of things. Yeah, maybe... and maybe I worry too much. Flicking my cigarette butt into the gutter, then standing outside our dormitory trying to conjure up the strength to handle any eventuality, whether it's still to be Cory and me, or maybe Cory and Mark again, or some other unknown development I wanta be prepared so I don't act like a jackass. Oh man! I don't know what the hell to expect, but damnit, I don't have a righteous feeling about this at all... I'm not optimistic.

Inside the building I walked slowly down the aisle saying "Hi" and bumping fists with a couple of guys along the way. The door to our room was wide open just like it had been the very first time I saw it. That first time I was feeling apprehensive about what kind of roommate I'd find on the other side of the doorway. Hmmm, wonder if the door being open is a good or a bad omen today... I'm apprehensive today too, but for a different reason. Taking a big breath, I sauntered through the doorway and there was Cory looking out the window, talking on his cell phone... same thing he was doing the first time I laid eyes on him. He had a new short haircut that made him look even younger, oh my God he looks so good! Please dear Lord, don't let him be back with Mark! Turning to see who'd come in, Cory flashed a huge grin at me. That super cute grin with his cute mouth and his slightly too large front teeth... somehow I just knew it was going to be OK. I found myself beaming with relief, guess I was more worried then I'd even realized. Shooting Cory with my index finger I gave him back an even bigger grin then his, he threw me a kiss then... it was such a nice feeling being in the same space with him again. Cory said into the phone, "He just walked in Mom, I gotta go. Yeah, me too... OK, I'll tell him. Bye. Mom.." Then, closing his cell phone, his little-boy happy expression beaming off his face, he says to me, "Hi Andrew, missed you so fucking much! How the hell did you manage to get cuter?..... And, oh yeah, my Mom says 'Hello'." Grinning like a fool I closed the door and all of a sudden I felt a little awkward, a tad nervous... maybe because I'm just realizing how much Cory means to me. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, another trite cliche that appears to be true. In a quiet voice I go, "Hi Cory, dude. I missed you too and you look awfully cute yourself... nice haircut, man. Ah, how was your break? Anything interesting happen?" Cory said, "Never mind that... shouldn't you be ordering me to get my clothes off?" he was in a very upbeat mood, adding, "Boss me around, Andrew! Remember?" I wasn't in the mood for role playing, well actually I was in the mood for role playing if it was Cory bossing me around, which he was sort of doing by telling me what to do. Well, I was in the mood for Cory one way or another, so I'll go along with what he wants. I threw my satchel on the bed, pushed the button on the door to lock it and, suppressing my grin some, said, "I'm going to fuck you a new asshole, boy. Get those pants off right now." He got a little red in the face with a mischievous expression as he immediately pulled his Polo shirt over his head, mussing his new hairdo in the process. I said, "Come on!... get those shorts off!" Cory pulled down his cargo shorts and jockey underwear, played with himself for a couple seconds getting his equipment just right, then looked over at me for more orders. I'll be god damn if I wasn't getting a little aroused by his quick, submissive response. I undid my belt slowly and, as I was dropping my jeans, said, "Down on all fours" ...it was almost as if I wasn't even role playing now. Cory had this for-real excited expression on his face, then did a quick look at his desk top, picked something up and tossed it to me, saying, "Catch, Andrew"... it was a plastic container of KY jelly... nice home-coming present!

When I looked back over at Cory he was on his hands and knees with his ass slightly extended upward, toward me. What a hot looking ass. He's real slim but he has that classic bubble butt ass, firm but slightly fleshy too... there's just enough give in each buttocks to grab onto. Not a single hair on that boys pink ass, hairless like his body. He has the nicest shaped legs too, fine definition... long, thin, legs that are almost totally hairless, just fuzz on his lower calves. I marvel at Cory's whole body, so hot... damn! I'm lucky. Stepping out of my jeans and jockey shorts and kicking them away, I took the couple of steps over to Cory and surprised myself by smacking his bare ass twice with my open hand. Cory yelped, it surprised him too, but it made him get his ass up a little higher. He looked back at me then, his mouth open a little... did he ever look cute! I smacked his ass twice more and said, "Keep your ass up" It was kinda hot alright... of course, after two weeks with almost no sex I was wicked horny so maybe that had something to do with me getting so deeply into this role playing. Also, my recent encounter with Henry may have given me some dominant pointers as well. Cory and I almost always make out before we have sex, lot of the time there's some cock sucking going on first, as well... before the fucking starts I mean, but this time I went right for his ass. Squeezing some lube on two fingers, I pushed both of them up his hole, all the ways up... he went, "ahhhh...oh, yeah". It quickly was awesomely slippery in that tunnel. More lube up his ass and I began getting my hard-on fingering that perfectly formed, slippery, shiny, rosebud shaped hole; it glistened back at me almost like it was beckoning my boner to "come on in". Leaking precum off the end of my dick I rubbed it up and down his lubed crack getting my cock rock-hard in the process. Then, tentatively poking his hole with my hard boner head, Cory pushed back some on it, and bingo!... just like that my cock slid way up inside him, me scrunching my face at the totally awesome feel of it all, a quiet "Ohhhhhh" escaped my mouth. Oh my God, the lube worked great... I humped him with long strokes for maybe thirty seconds, then with my boner fully inside him, bending my knees, and with my belly leaning against his backside, almost supporting myself there, I reached under and stroked his cock. It was already firm, and it got hard as a pole with just three strokes. We were both real horny it seems, so I'm thinking..."it doesn't appear Cory had any more sex than I'd had on break. I'm gonna fuck him good and hard to try and make up for lost time."

Whoa, I needed to do a big exhale thinking that thought while still stroking Cory's hard cock, he turned his head some and with me leaning over further I connected with his lips for a very sloppy kiss, followed by six or seven lip smacking quick kisses. He tightened his sphincter ring on my cock while we kissed, me grunting from the extra stimulation. I did a few quick humps inside that tightened hole blowing a lot of air out between closed lip... my cock was very, very hard. Cory looked flush now, I could feel the heat from his face. Straightening up again and fucking him fast for two minutes until right on the verge of climaxing... I had to stop and catch my breath once more. Sweat on my forehead, heart pounding, red dots in front of my eyes, but what a fantastic feeling it was. When I began humping him fast and deep again Cory made a long sighing sound rolling his head back as he did it... then he tightened his sphincter muscle again and, moaning at how wonderful it felt, I picked-up the speed. I was sliding in and out really fast with the help of that jelly/precum mixture. Humping him while he's tightening his sphincter ring got me leaking more precum... drip, drip, drip. My nuts up against my groin by now had me making squeaky noises. The tightness of that opening, fantastic sensations and I again stopped right on the edge of exploding cum up his chute. Cory pushing back against my crotch with every drive up inside him, he was whimpering a little, and mumbling, "fuck me, fuck me... do it just like that! ..." . After a few seconds rest and some random smacks on his ass, I humped him hard once again, grunting with the effort now and pushing Cory down off his hands onto his forearms. My groin slamming into his buttocks with every drive in his hole... this was going to be it for me, I could feel it coming on fast. I held him by his hips and fucked him wildly, grunting and breathless.

Soon it was all over for me, with my face scrunched up once more, I'd had it... the climax feeling was on me wicked hot, I couldn't hold off much longer. Fucking his ass in a frenzy the last thirty seconds, he goes, "Oh god, yeah..." he'd begun stroking his cock a minute ago, matching my thrusts with strokes on his hard five and a half inch spike. Continuous sounds of pleasure from Cory... "Mmmmmm ohhh yeah" then "Mmmm mmmm oh, mmm yeah, oh yeah..." finally in a husky, low, voice, "Mmmm oh, fuck my ass... fuck me hard... I'm gonna cum Andrew!" Ten seconds later, "Oh my God, I'm cumming!". It was so sexily hot I blew my load up Cory's ass with visions of the universe streaming at me behind my tightly closed eyes. From the second I entered Cory until my climax, it was less than five minutes. Honestly!... and it shocked me I even lasted that long; that's how hot it was. Made me wonder if it could have been any hotter if Cory had fucked me instead of me doing him. It wouldn't have been hotter for him maybe, but for me? Hmmmm... don't know the answer to that. No, I don't... but I do recall Cory wasn't hesitating to fuck me with abandon during the last week before break, he was getting into it pretty good then actually... something for me to look forward to perhaps.

But for now, enjoy the moment!. Climaxing that hard in less than five minutes is unusually fast alright, but we were both very horny. While on break I'd jerked off at least once a day, and then there was that time Henry got me off by finger fucking me, but that's been totally it for my sex the last two weeks. Jerking-off isn't nearly as hot as fucking a guy, or getting fucked yourself. Henry... well, he's another matter all together... he's an anomaly where I'm concerned. This climax with Cory was a beauty though, one of the best we've had together. The flashing lights going off behind my eyes, shudders and chills up and down belly all around my groin... it was hot. Cory had been bouncing back into me with his buttocks smacking against my crotch until he'd fired off a big load of creamy cum himself... he shot his load onto the side of his bedspread. We were both doing a lot of heavy breathing and moaning and groaning right after climax. My cum was splattering against Cory's ass, drooling out or being pulled out by my after-climax humping which continued for maybe two minutes. Cory actually began giggling a little when still on all fours, then mumbling along with the soft giggles "I can't hardly believe it! That was so fucking awesome, Andrew... wasn't it. I can't believe how hot you are. Oh fuck, that felt good! Man, I was so horny... I'm a fucking slave to sex dude, I'm not kidding! A fucking slave to it..." I pulled out of him and staggered back to plop my bare ass down on my desk's swivel chair. Cory's exuberance made me smile.. whoa yeah, it was a hot five minutes alright. Cory and me were really good for each other and we're going to be good for a long while too, this thing between us isn't a "fling". I have a real "thing" for him... I'm sure of that now. The two week separation made it clear how badly I missed him. And he's got a little thing for me too, I can tell... we're a pretty tight couple already, could the next step-up be a wicked hot puppy-love crush, and the next step after that be getting awfully close to the "L" word... uh-oh. Or maybe I'm just not sure what we're all about... it's my first time for everything involving the "L" word.

Coming down off a climax is almost a depressing feeling, for a little while anyhow, for me at least... ya know, because it's all over and after the incredible "thrill" of climax, along comes a bit of a downer. Cory got up off his hands and knees, still chuckling to himself, amazed how hot we'd been together... he was holding his hands back at his hole catching the dripping cum. At the Kleenex box he ripped-out a handful of tissues and held them on his hole absorbing drooling cum. Acting smug, with a smirk, he plopped his ass down on my bed, right next to my satchel. I made a face at him like "dude, you're dripping spunk on my freaking bed..." and Cory, blurting out another chuckle, says, "Hey, it's your cum, not mine. I shot my spunk all over my own bed." I nodded my head, grinning at him as he says, "Wasn't that awesome, the absolute greatest, Andrew?" Being totally objective to myself, yes... it was wicked hot alright, but even though I know I'm beating a dead horse with this comparison thing, I still gotta admit to myself that while Cory's fuck was hot, it was not "HOT" to the degree I remember feeling when Henry fucked me. I can't get that out of my mind, especially after my recent "close encounter of the third kind" with Henry at the Mall. It's a pain in the ass to keep comparing everything to Henry, but I can't lie to myself. I don't know, I guess I need to forget about the climaxing I did at fourteen and enjoy the ones I'm doing now... and they are hot, I'm not saying they're not. Cory doesn't even know Henry exist, so I said, "I missed you so much, man! And, you're absolutely right, Cory... that was wicked hot! Fucking that hot ass of yours is awesome! You're wicked hot yourself, Cory... in case ya didn't know." Cory blew me another kiss and said, "Right back at ya". We put our pants on after a bit and went outside to smoke and to catch up on what's been going on in our lives the last two weeks. It's not like we weren't texting each other during the break, we were... but you don't find out much detail from texting.

First though, on the way outside in the hall leading to the dormitory's front door, I put my arm around Cory's shoulder and that quickly turned into a tight hug with both of us wrapping the other up in our arms mumbling again how we really missed each other and then we did a little kiss on the lips and another hug. Jerry yelled from the common area, "You two need to get a fucking room!" and that made us break apart to flash Jerry our middle fingers yelling, "Happy New Years you queer jock!" He laughed, flashing the finger back at us as we went out the door. Outside, I sat on the long bench in front of the dorm's side lawn, loving the sunshine, smoking my cigarette. In between drags I told Cory about the New Years Eve fiasco that me and my buds experienced. When I finished he goes, "Your friends seem like cool guys, but let me ask ya something, Andrew." I look over at him and he points to my legs saying, "What's with that weird way you cross your legs?" I'm like, "Huh?" Then looking down I realize I'm crossing them at the knees, one on top of the other, like a broad might cross her legs... well, actually it's the way Henry always did it and I got the habit from him way back when. To Cory I said, "It's a gay way to cross your legs, didn't you know that?" He goes, "No it's not... you're crazy, it's the way ladies cross their legs. Dude, I'm embarrassed to be seen with you, you're giving the gay dorm a bad name." I said, "That new haircut is cute, Cory. You look like your fifteen years old." He's like, "Yeah, ya think...?" And we ragged on each other for awhile, then we wandered aimlessly around campus breaking each other's balls as we walked, enjoying being together... and later we had dinner in the dining hall. That night before sleep I fucked Cory real slowly, it was a very sexy time. We slept together in his bed afterward... this first day back has been so nice I said a little prayer thanking God for my fabulous gay roommate... and thanking Him for keeping alive the gay sex-a-thon between Cory and me. That made me smile to myself wondering if God approves of Cory and me, then I thought, "He must, or else why would He allow our lives to be coming together so well". Hugging my sleeping roommate I thought about how good his body feels and about how nice he smells... that made me think of Henry and his missing BO in the Mall and how, as a fourteen year old boy, it was Henry's BO that I thought smelled so good... and now I love the natural boy smell of Cory. Hmmmm, maybe God is playing tricks on me. Don't remember anything else that night, so apparently those goofy thoughts put me to sleep...

Next morning, walking out the dormitory's front door with Cory for a late breakfast, I happened to glance at the bulletin board and noticed a small ad... "Part Time Job... Orlando Sentinel Daily Delivery... see Rico Franandes in Rm. HH". I wondered, 'Paperboy'? Could that be my part time job? I pointed out the ad to Cory, who said, "Hey, I know Rico. He's a really nice kid, him and Paul Krafy are boyfriends. You know Paul?" I didn't, but I wanted to meet Rico to find out if the job would pay enough to make it worthwhile. I needed a job, the spending money I'd saved-up from working last summer is just about gone. After breakfast we looked up Rico, Cory introduced me and we discussed the job. I'd get paid for the number of papers delivered. Rico's route was a good one that included a condo development... condos are easy delivery because the units are close together and the homes are attached within each unit. That meant Rico was able to deliver two hundred and seventy-five papers in a relatively short period of time... this was delivery from a car, not on foot or bicycle. Supposedly, from the minute he picked the papers up, to the minute he was back in his room, took a total of about two hours, give or take fifteen minutes. The pay for the delivery of that route was sixty-five dollars a week which wasn't good for working twelve hours a week and buying your own gas for your own car etc... But, here's the trick... Rico, and all the carriers, put a self addressed envelope in each paper every month or so with a little note saying, "Please let me know how I can serve you better". Rico then signed his name, followed by, "your newspaper carrier. PS, Tips are greatly appreciated, I'm a poor college student." He has a post office box for replies... approximately twenty-five percent of his customers mailed the envelope back with a five or ten dollars tip. That's were the money adds up.

The Sentinel is a morning paper so I'd need to get up at five o'clock in the morning or even earlier, six days a week, but other than that this job was just what I had in mind. A dream job really, plenty of spending money for only two hours work a day, six days a week, and I'd be done work by seven-thirty each morning. Obviously it meant no late nights, but Cory and I usually aren't up late anyway. I was psyched! We learned that Rico had to quit this gig because his grades were dropping and his parents insisted he give up the part time work to concentrate on his college studies. I said, "Wow, radical concept there... give priority to the studies. Jesus, Rico, I'd really love this job". Rico said I was the third guy who's approached him about it already this morning, but since he knew my roommate Cory, I could have his route, with a big "IF"... if it was OK with the Daily Routes Controller who I'd need to interview with tomorrow. We made plans to meet in the morning. After that was settled Rico hung out with Cory and me in our room watching football all afternoon. Cory and Rico had been in the same dormitory last year so they had fun reminiscing some funny freshman stories. I did a lot of listening , smiling, and a little laughing too. I was really happy to have the job situation so easily resolved... well, assuming my interview with the DRC tomorrow. Hmmm, "what should I wear for my interview, Rico?" He goes, "Oh, a suit and tie, for sure"... I think he was kidding.

Next day the alarm went off next to my head at five a.m... wow, that first time was a bit of a shocker. Groaning, I got out of bed and headed for the lavatory with my toiletry kit. Rico staggered in five minutes later. He mumbles, "Good morning... this is the sucky part of the job... getting up so fucking early. You driving?" I go, "Sure, I'll drive." The newspaper distribution center was only fifteen minutes from the college, a cinderblock building behind a strip mall. The cinderblock building was called, for some unknown reason, "The Dump". Rico filled me in on the protocol at the Dump. There are twenty-two guys distributing daily newspapers from this one location, the boss is Rolly Higgenbottom, and soon he will be replaced by his seventeen year old son, Mitchell Higgenbottom. Rico says, "Rolly is OK, not much on small talk, but he's OK. Mitchell is another story all together. He can be a bit of a prick, he likes to act like the big bad boss of us older kids, and even the adults. There are a few older married guys who have a delivery route as their second-job." I asked, "So there are two of them working the counter at The Dump?" Rico goes, "No, just one. The kid only fills-in for his old man when Rolly's sick or on vacation, things like that. When he fills in though, it's Mitchell's way or the highway. He sent me to the back of the line a couple times... no big deal." Rico went on to tell me that Mitchell is actually a fucking genius. He graduated high school at fifteen, and then graduated college last spring, and now he's in pre med at Florida University which was only ten miles from our college... all this and he's still only seventeen years old. Mitchell's brilliant, but the family doesn't have much money, so he needs this job to help out at home. Pre med and he'll be taking on a full-time job, that kid is something all right. I was impressed with that, but since I have no idea how to talk to a genius, I'll be staying quietly in the background. "One last thing, Andrew... wait'll you get a look at Mitchell. Can't wait to hear what you think" He wouldn't elaborate, merely saying, "It's better if you have no preconceived image in your head before you check him out". Rico directed me to a gravel road that led behind a strip Mall and I pulled up next to The Dump. A number of cars were parked in front.

Guys were coming in and out of The Dump, some lugging bundles of newspapers. We parked and I followed Rico inside the building where he put his plastic Sentinel ID card in a slot next to the door. There were a half dozen cards above his. "Those guys will get their papers before us, Andrew. It's first come, first served... usually." I nodded my head and checked the guys who were waiting. The guy getting his papers at the moment looked like he might be fifty years old, there were three others who were probably college students, and two other guys who looked to be too old for college, but were surely still in their twenties. None of them was cute, including Rico, by the way. As for the guy behind the counter, Rolly... he looked to be about forty-five years old. A short man, about five-foot, five-inches with a pot belly, a bald head, and bland facial features... kind of nondescript. If Mitchell took after his father where "looks" are concerned, that'll be boring! Rolly seemed like a nice enough man, no nonsense, no kidding around, but nice enough. There was an air about him that seemed he might be right on the verge of doing a long sigh about his life in general... ya know? "Oh, life is soooo hard" that sort of thing, not a happy type person. One of the twenty-something year old guys was leaving with his papers and Rico whispers to me, "Stay out of that one's way. He's a bully with a big chip on his shoulder, especially when it comes to us college students". I stared after the guy who actually looked like a hard ass. Rough looking features... his course dark red hair was parted in the middle and hung over his ears, he had an unusually flat, spread nose under smallish pale blue eyes, down-turned mouth, five o'clock shadow of reddish whiskers. I got the image of a hog when glancing at him. He's shorter than me with a stout, hard-looking body. Rico mumbled, "His last name is Poleinski, I don't know his first, but his nickname's Boo". I nodded and made a mental note, "Don't say boo to Boo!".

When it was finally Rico's turn at the counter he introduced me and tried selling my qualifications to Rolly a little bit... dependable, mature etc etc... I seemed OK to the semi-uninterested Rolly, but he'd still need to spend twenty minutes with me after all the papers were passed out. I didn't want to fuck this up so I agreed to come back this very morning, right after doing the route with Rico, and that's exactly what I did. I helped Rico deliver the newspapers and preparation for doing that began right there in The Dump's parking lot. First thing you do is fold the newspaper into thirds, and then slip each one into a thin plastic "ad bag". An ad bag is a plastic bag with advertisements on it that protects the newspaper if it's raining and also allows the papers to be thrown out the window of your car. We drove slowly down the streets of Rico's route throwing papers out the window towards houses subscribing to the Sentinel's home delivery. Rico says, "Try getting it in the driveway, or close to the driveway". That's easy, anyone could do that. He had an address list for subscribers, but that was just for my benefit, he'd memorized the list long ago. It all went fast and easy. When finished, I dropped Rico off at the dorm and returned to The Dump for my twenty minute interview.

Rolly was in a small office in back working on an old, dirty computer. Newspapers are dirty by nature, the print being the reason and I stared at my dirty hands waiting to be acknowledged. Rolly held his hand up for a few seconds while he finished typing and then waved me inside. The so-called interview was mostly a cursory thing where Rolly had a list of questions that he checked off as I answered each one. The final interview form was then sent to the Human Resources Department of the Orlando Sentinel. Rolly said this was merely to establish my temporary status, all the guys had substitutes who'd done the sane things I'm doing. Rico's substitute carrier from last year was a local kid who'd moved out of the area a month ago, but he wouldn't have gotten the route anyway. In a serious manner Rolly asked me, "Would ya have a problem working for a seventeen year old kid? Cause my kid is taking over this distribution center and he don't put up with no shit. I got my ass promoted into the main building just so I could give my kid this here job. The early hours allows him to keep doing his education thing. He's gonna be a doctor or surgeon or some god damn thing like that." It was surprising that Rolly would have a genius for a son, but it is what it is. I assured him it was no problem for me to work for a seventeen year old genius. He looked up at me then, maybe he thought I was being a wise-guy, but I put on my serious expression for him. I had no trouble looking Rolly in the eyes and he eventually sighed, resigned to his predicament. Nodding his head a bit he told me it would be Mitchell's decision if I was to qualify as full time so I'd be smart not to act the fool around Mitchell. He asked me about my pickup truck, which I'd had repaired after the Thanksgiving break and it was running beautifully now. We strolled outside so he could check it out. "Alright, you'll be doing the route with Rico all week and then starting on your own as a "temporary employee" next week... Mitchell will take it from there. Good luck to ya." That was that... I had the job for now. Mitchell is very likely to be a pain in the ass, both Rolly and Rico went out of their way to mention he was "difficult", but he'll get no trouble from me... the last thing I'm looking for is trouble.

I got up early with Rico all week and did the route with him. By Thursday, Rico just sat in the truck while I did everything. Initially I'll use Rico's ID card in the slot to save my place in line because my card won't be available until the new Daily Routes Controller, Mitchell, approves me. So that's a little bit of a worry... Mitchell's a potential problem. It could be a problem sure, but I'm prepared to really suck-up to this genius if I need to. This is where my submissive side may come in handy, for once. The change of Controllers takes place next week sometime, in the meantime I'll assume I have the job. The Dump opens at five a.m. so theoretically a person who wanted to be first to get their papers could put their ID card in the first slot at five am. Some guys want their papers later because they want to sleep in a little... Rico and I were in the middle somewhere. We got to the Dump before five-thirty which usually means about a twenty minute wait to get our papers. On Friday we'd gotten our papers from Rolly and were standing outside the pickup folding them and then stuffing them into the plastic ad sleeves when Rico nudges me in the side with his elbow. I look up and he mutters under his breath, "There's Mitchell now... don't let him see you looking at him." Hmmm, I was real curious. This kid has me by the balls as far as this job is concerned and Rico had made a mystery of the genius' appearance so I was naturally curious.

Acting cool about it, I peek up and here comes a boy carrying what looked like computer sheets. I found myself staring at this Mitchell kid with my mouth hanging open. Swear to God, he looked almost too beautiful to be a boy, but a boy he was. Short like his father, maybe an inch taller... that would make him about five-foot-six. Slim waisted with a "built" body and wide shoulders, especially wide for his height. His body shape reminded me of the bully, Boo. Both of them made me think they're into weight lifting, although not fanatically enough to make them freakish looking. Mitchell's light brown hair was in a medium buzzcut which was almost a necessity because his facial features were so pretty, that's the only word for them, pretty. If he had longer hair you'd swear he was a pretty girl, facially only of course because he definitely did not have a girl's body. Everything else about him, except his face, screamed macho... his posture, the way he walked, all his body language, it seemed to be yelling at the top of it's lungs, "don't-fuck-with-me"! His mother must be gorgeous because Mitchell certainly did not get his looks from his father... or his brains either, apparently. The boy looked even younger then seventeen, but he carried himself like he was a much older, very important person. Obviously graduating college at sixteen had a lot to do with this confident demeanor. He certainly looks like someone who takes himself very seriously and I thought of Henry almost immediately. When I'd initially looked up, Mitchell was walking right by us so I saw him up close, then I saw how he strutted right to the front of the line in The Dump, stepped in between the counter and a middle aged guy who was trying to get his papers, and began talking with his father, Rolly. The man who'd been next at the counter hunched his shoulder submissively and looking away, waiting patiently for Mitchell to complete his business. Being submissive doesn't always reflect a sexual situation... or maybe it does, but in a subliminal way. Mitchell soon stalked back past us to an old Chevy and drove away without acknowledging any of us carriers. Rico says, "Well, did ya ever see anything like him before?" I shook my head "no" as I watched Mitchell drive away.

OK, so the guy's a complete asshole... make that an over-confident, complete asshole, with a pretty face and a hunky body. Like I said, his body language and pompous attitude reminded me of Henry, but I'm thinking that Henry can be nicer than Mitchell. I wanted to think it didn't matter about Mitchell because I'll only see him for five to ten minutes a day, I'm gonna make sure his pomposity doesn't get in the way of me keeping this job. But damn, he is one hot looking kid, exotic looking axtually, and he had my heart beating a little faster than usual and my dick squirming in my pants. I can't help myself, that kind of confidence on a kid who looks so young and so cute is irresistible to me. The straight team has more cute guys on it than is fair! I'm going to need to be careful around Mitchell, really stay in the background. Rico's gay, but he's not attracted to the dominant boys like I am. Back at the dorm I described it all to Cory who, first and foremost, was happy for me about the job because he knew I needed the money. He was also wicked intrigued by my description of Mitchell... intrigued enough to want an opportunity to get a glimpse of him. Rico backed me up on my description and Cory was determined to go with me on my rout some morning just to gawk at this freak of nature. Rico told us he was especially glad now that he wasn't going to need to deal with Mitchell, he thought it would be too difficult for him to put up with being bossed around by a young punk like that everyday. I nodded my head noncommittally, but I was kind of intrigued. So, Rico's happy, I'm happy, and Cory's happy for me... now, if only Mitchell can join in with the happiness somehow. I was fairly sure the two of us would be fine, I've had some experience dealing with a Mitchell type and since there's no evidence Mitchell's gay, I felt confident I can deal with his personality in a way he'd appreciate... most people liked being sucked-up to if it's done in a tasteful way. Or to put it a different way, I'll be kissing his ass so much he'll need to watch out for a rash back there. It's not until Monday that I'll be on my own, and Mitchell isn't taking over until the end of next week sometime, so for now I've got the weekend to chill with Cory... after that I'll worry about the job. Oops, I do need to deliver the papers Saturday morning, but that won't screw-up my weekend.

As a matter of fact the weekend became very hot and interesting... a new unexpected twist. Especially unexpected because of what took place that first afternoon back from Christmas break when Cory appeared anxious for me to be the "top". Since that first afternoon however, Cory has been doing a very realistic impression of a dominant sex partner... well, actually he was getting into that role pretty good just before the break. This weekend he was doing the dom role most of the time and my ass was a little sore by Monday morning. It began Friday night actually. Over a few beers in our room Cory told me all about how Mark had been calling him during the break and how he, Cory, wasn't even a little bit tempted to see him. Instead, Cory's brother Tommy answered the phone each time saying Cory was unavailable and that Mark should stop calling the house. "I thought about you all break, Andrew. Mark is a dead issue to me now... you're my new live issue. You're officially my real boyfriend, not my pretend one. All our role playing... that's what I thought mostly about over the break, and I realized somewhere along the way that being submissive to Mark had lost all it's attractiveness to me... it went up in smoke, dude. I was more interested in "topping" you than doing anything with Mark. What do ya think about that? Now, get your ass over where I can reach it...." It was all said in a friendly manner, with some chuckles, so I stayed with the light attitude and thanked Cory for the promotion to his "official real live boyfriend". That was the start of our sexy weekend, we celebrated my promotion by having Cory fuck me twice. It was my turn to be the "dom" actually, but it fit with Cory saying he liked the dominant role playing... it was appropriate for him to do the fucking. Whoa, those fucks felt really good too. Truth is I was loving our sex life more each time we did it, Cory and me... maybe it wasn't the thrill ride Henry provides, but so what! If I hadn't met Henry I'd be as happy as a pig in mud with the sex that Cory and I have together. Henry's rare type of dominant behavior and my extreme submissive reaction to it is a freak of nature and distorted my climaxes to ridiculous levels. They're not normal... Cory and I have a hot normal gay sex life. Henry and I didn't at all... we had a thrill ride that simply couldn't hold up for the long term. That's the way I saw it, although I still didn't discuss it with Cory.

So, we had the hot sex Friday night... Saturday morning Cory slept in as I dragged my ass to The Dump for my delivery responsibilities. After delivering the papers I cleaned-up and then crawled into bed with the still sleeping Cory. I was looking for more of his sexy action. Last night was hot! Cory woke up when I began massaging his balls... he grinned at me and hugged around my waist. Then, putting his hand under my jockey shorts and grabbing my bare ass, he said... "Pass me the lube, dude." He was sweet Cory still, but there was a little something in the way he told me to get the lube for him. It used to be like, "ya think we should get the lube and do the nasty?" Now it's "get the lube, dude". I turned over to grab the KY jelly with my heart beating a little faster than normal. This is cool. Cory, in the same quiet authoritative tone said, "Just stay on your side like that". I took a deep breath and passed the jelly over my side to him. He pulled my jockey shorts down to hook them under my buttocks and pushed lube up my hole with his fingers, not saying anything. Rubbing his cock against the back of my thighs and then up my crack I felt it get harder and harder. He got his arm around my neck then and pulled the back of my head against his face, saying, "Scoot your ass back a little". With him still holding me around the neck I pushed my ass back and Cory punched his boner in past my sphincter ring and slowly pushed it up inside me until we were flat together. He left it there for a minute, then asked, "Do you want it, Andrew?" I was breathless, saying, "Yeah, do it Cory." Rubbing his nose back and forth against the back of my head for a bit before he said, real low... "Tell me what you want, Andrew". Holy shit, where'd he get this act? I was still breathless and I swear to god, I was really, really aroused... a lot more than our regular role playing. I could hardly find the air in my lungs to say, "Fuck me Cory, fuck me hard". And he did. Holding me around the neck the whole time, making me feel helpless, he fucked me fast and long. I shot a long stream of cum onto the sheet as he fired a lot of cum up my ass. Without pulling out of me, he continued fucking my ass, on and off... fast and then slowly, until we both had a nice little second climax about fifteen minutes later. Then pulling out he wrapped me up in both his arms, our bodies sweaty and slippery by now, and we stayed like that until our heartbeats got down to a normal rate. After a bit, Cory says, "We need to shower" and that's what we did. After the shower we changed the cum soaked sheets and took them, plus our basket of dirty clothes, to the laundry and cleaned them. Neither of us said anything about the sex sequence we'd just had in bed. I was feeling slightly submissive to Cory and he was acting slightly dominant to me... "get the detergent, Andrew" that sort of thing. I absolutely loved it and didn't want to ruin the mood by discussing it. That was our first sort-of sexual thrill ride. For beginners maybe, but it was excellent just the same.

Speaking of thrill rides, to celebrate my new found wealth, coming soon from the part-time job, Cory, me, and three of our gay dorm mates went to Universal studios on Sunday to experience the real thrill rides there. I'd been up early to do the paper route Saturday morning and Cory had done the double fuck on my ass when I came back from that, and then we spent eight hours together doing domestic stuff like washing clothes and cleaning the room which was OK because we did it together. So, Saturday was a dreamy day for me. That night Cory was more himself and he asked me if it was my turn to be dom... I didn't mention that it was my turn last night, and if not last night, then certainly this morning... but I said nothing about that because I'd enjoyed myself tremendously. We were still supposedly taking turns so I did Cory with him on his back and his legs on my shoulders. We had ourselves a great little fuck with that too. If you count the little second spurt climax Saturday morning, it was actually our third fuck-induced climax of the day, which is a first for us. Then Sunday morning we skipped the sex for an early start to the day. At the theme parks we were neither "dom" nor "sub"... we were simply best buddies. We spent ten hours on the most outrageous rides we could get on, almost peeing our pants with fear and thrills. Now that's fun! It never changes... your balls squeeze up and your heart races, but it's the thrill of danger and a real "rush" to one's system. Afterward you're glad you survived, but you're still anxious for the rush of adrenaline from the next thrilling ride. What a day. We went to bed early Sunday night because the miles of walking through the amusement parks was tiring, and I had to get up a five a.m. the next morning for the first day on my own with the paper delivery. Before sleep though, Cory not even hesitating, took the initiative with a hot make out... us mumbling, in between the kisses, how hot we thought each other were and then Cory rolled me over on my stomach to give my ass a fast rabbit fuck that had us both blowing hot quick loads... mine on the sheets again, and his up my ass again. A lot of Cory's spunk went up my hole this weekend. That last fuck of the weekend was the one that got my hole a little sore, that and the smacks on my ass all through the rabbit fast fuck. It was hot though, really hot. After it, Cory just said, "We'll sleep in your bed tonight Andrew... too much wet cum on this one". I said, "OK, Cory".

Finally my alarm went-off and it's five o'clock Monday morning. Whenever I do something for the first time I'm nervous, so I was kind of nervous driving to The Dump this morning. I woke up three times during the night afraid I'd overslept and be late picking-up my Sentinel newspapers on my first day doing it alone. It worked out great though, Rolly even mumbled, "Good luck kid" as I lugged the two bundles of papers to my truck. It took me almost a half hour longer to deliver the papers myself because, without Rico, I needed to consult the printout for the addresses. I think I got everyone on the list, but I had three papers left over so maybe I missed a few... fuck! I went back to bed as soon as I was back in my dorm room. First class wasn't until ten a.m and I was tired, dude! The extra sleep helped... on the way to my first class I saw Rico and mentioned about the three extras and he said there was always one or two extra in each bundle in case a paper gets ripped in the bundling process so I probably did get the paper to everyone who subscribed. That night I was yawning around nine-thirty, getting up at five in the morning takes some getting use to. Cory and I did our role playing this time instead of Cory just taking over. So we had our sexy play before going to dinner... it was my turn so I fucked Cory and it was good, but as I've said all along, I like it better when he fucks me, especially the way he's been doing it lately. It's just that I'm not sure it would be the right thing to put all that pressure on Cory this soon... you know, by suggesting he should adopt the dominant role all the time. We stayed in bed together holding on to each other after our climaxes and talked quietly about this or that. Cory got very serious and told me, "I think I'm falling for you for real Andrew. You're so nice, wicked cute too... and I'm a romantic at heart. I got this "thing" for you and I think it might be.." at that point I interrupted to fill in the last words with, "A big crush. Right?" He chuckled and mumbled, "No need to be scared, lot's of people fall in "crush". I'm "in crush" with you, maybe!" Not wanting to let it get too heavy, I go, "That's cool, don't forget Valentine day". We both were close to being in "crush" with each other I guess, and it felt right to me... it's the most relaxing, stress-free feeling spending almost all your time with the one person you most want to spend your time with. We didn't talk about our roles in this new "crush" relationship, for now it's enough to just enjoy being in crush with a boy that's in crush with you too. After dinner I fell asleep by nine-thirty with Cory watching Duke play North Carolina in an ACC college basketball game onTV... he had the sound down real low.

Each morning, about five, I got up and drove to the Dump feeling quite confident about the job... everything was going along just great until Wednesday. About five-fifteen Wednesday morning I had Rico's Sentinel ID card in slot number five, saving my spot in line, and then I go outside to smoke a cigarette and drink the coffee I'd gotten on the way over here. So far I haven't made any actual real friends among the carriers but I exchange greetings with a few and this one college kid who attended Full Sail University was especially friendly. He's gay I think, but he hasn't said that in so many words. A bit affected but I liked him fine. Tall skinny kid name Jerome Stall. Kind of olive complected with longish hair and dark eyes. Handsome except for a too large nose. His great skin tone and the smoothness of his skin almost made up for the nose... very pleasant to look at while we talked. He smoked too, which is nice company for me and my smoking habit. It got so I liked to watch his mouth as he exhaled cigarette smoke, he did it in an overly dramatic way. Very white teeth with a rosy colored mouth, the smoke comes pouring out of his nice lips that he shapes into an "0" when exhaling. Jerome laughs easily and it's pleasant passing the time with him. We talk small talk, nothing probing. I tell jokes and he gets coughing fits from the cigarette smoke catching in his throat while he laughs at the punch lines. Today we smoked and drank our coffees until I said, "Wow, I can't believe we haven't been called by now. Let's check our place in line".

Inside The Dump we see Jerome's card in the number seven slot where it should be, but my card wasn't in any slot. My card had been in the five spot that now contained Boo Poleinski's ID card. We just saw Boo drive up two minutes ago. Without looking up from his counting, Rolly calls out, "Number five is up in three minutes". That should be me, but instead it'll be Boo. I'm pissed, I look around and there's Boo in front, leaning against the counter. He's wearing ragged Bermuda shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt with food stains on the chest area. Walking over to him, with my heart beating faster and my breathing a little uneasy because this guy is a known bully... but still, I can't do nothing, can't let it slide. Boo's a couple inches shorter than me, but fifty pounds of muscles heavier. I go, "Excuse me but my ID was in slot five, you got here two minutes ago so your card should be right here" and I tapped the next open slot, slot number eleven. Boo looks at me like I'm speaking a foreign language, he waits two seconds to see if his mean stare will scare me away, then goes, "You skinny, whining, freak... get away from me with that double-talk bull-shit or I'll squeeze your head till it pops like a pimple". I look over at Jerome who makes a face like, "Oh fuck!". I'm thinking, "to hell with this" so I called out to Rolly, who's still counting papers, and tell him, "we got a situation here, Rolly"... he shouts back, "Wait a fucking second, will ya... I'm counting! Take it outside" and, just like that, Boo grabs my arm pulling me around to face him then clamps my nose between his thumb and index finger saying, "You don't want to bother Mr Higgenbottom when he's counting, do ya twerp? You heard him, he wants you outside" and he's pulling me outside by my nose. This was no little pinch, this was wicked painful and tears rolled down my cheeks with me holding onto Boo's wrist with both hands as I stumbled out the door after him.

Still pinching my nose he's saying, "You're new here, and by the way, ya don't even look old enough to have a route in the first place... and you're giving me shit! What's up with that, ya turd? How the fuck old are you anyway? and why are you butting in line? and how come you're crying like a pussy, huh?" I tried to get my foot up between his legs to crush his nuts, but at the last second he closed knees and then,very deliberately, slapped my face with a big round-house swing saying, "Dirty fighting! We don't go for that here" and he slapped me again, hard. I swear I almost passed out, his hold on my nose may have kept me from falling over. Seeing stars and tasting blood, I tried to yell, "You fucking prick' but it came out, "ya fooken prit" as I swung my arms trying to punch him. He easily blocked my arm as Jerome was yelling, "Leave him along, asshole... I'm telling Rolly" and he goes back inside to do just that. I heard a few snickers from a few guys who seem to enjoy the troubles of others, for some reason. Then a good samaritan yells out, "Your nothing but a bully, Poleinski... let him go!" someone else said, "Yeah, what the fuck ya doing anyway. We're just picking up some papers, what's there to fight about Boo?" Boo laughs and says, "You call this a fight? I call it a spanking" and he did spank my ass a few times without much conviction, but he could tell the guys were turning on him so he let go of my nose and pushed me backward making me stumble and fall on my ass. He says, loud enough for all to hear, "He's a new kid for christ sakes, butting in line, what that's say about him? I'm just emphasizing to him we don't butt in line around here, that's all... no biggie!" ...then to me, he says, "Don't try it again, and stay out of my way in the future. Now I gotta get my papers if it's OK with you" and he heads for the door. Blood was trickling down from my nose and there was blood on my chin from a bleeding lip. My face was still stinging as I struggled to my feet, took a breath and charged Boo from behind hurling myself at the back of his knees like a tackle in football. He went down hard on his bare knees sliding on the gravel, then the same thing with the palms of his hand as he tried to break his fall... than a "blunk!" sound from him hitting his head on the corner of the door frame. Fast as lightning and without a word he turned over on the ground and tried to get me in a headlock, but I'm fast too and I squirmed out of his grasp and got him around the neck, for all the good it did me. He pulled away quite easily as Rolly came storming out the door yelling, "Break it the fuck up or you're both fired!" At that second I had a secret thought, it's, "thank God the calvary got here". I hadn't given much thought to what would happen after I tackled Boo, but I could see very quickly that it wouldn't have gone well for me if the fight lasted another minute or two.

Boo and I both jumped to our feet and stared at each other with hate in our eyes. Boo was not used to be confronted and he apparently wasn't sure how he should act. We both were bleeding, but not much, his knees looked a little scraped and I bet they stung, but still, he should be able to kill me in a real fight. That's a fact, which is why I was surprised to notice he didn't seem anxious to continue this fight, he stopped the second Rolly yelled. Breathing hard, we were both kind of disheveled, Boo's dark red hair had been pulled behind his ear exposing a small hoop earring in his left ear, it seemed so totally out of place on him somehow. Rolly was yelling at Boo, "I saw the kid's card in the number five slot twenty minutes ago, Poleinski! ... ya think I'm stupid?! Now you'll wait until everybody has their papers before you get yours!" and he stomped back through the door saying to me, "Come on, get your papers, don't just stand there." Inside I saw Rico's ID card, which I was still using, laying under a bench where Boo evidently had kicked it. I picked it up and Rolly says, "Don't worry about him, kid. He's a bully, you pushed him back so he'll leave you alone now. Most bullies are cowards at heart. His old man works in the Editorial section of the paper or I'd have fired Boo months ago. Next time he gives me trouble maybe I will, but that's Mitchell's problem pretty soon, not mine. Here ya go, kid" and he pushed over the clipboard with the sign-off sheet for the papers. I mumbled, "Thanks Mr Higgenbottom". After signing for my Sentinels I struggled getting the bundles out the door. Jerome came right over and said, "here let me help ya, Andrew". He took a bundle and while walking to my pickup he said, "I can't fucking believe you tackled that maniac. You're my hero, dude". I was hurting and didn't feel like a hero, I felt like a victim. Couldn't get my head around the idea of that ape wearing a little hoop earring like that either... weird!. Then I thought, that's the least of your problems, wondering about a hoop earring... ya got yourself an enemy now.

But guess what... Boo ignored me after that. I certainly wasn't going to antagonize him, I didn't even look in his direct, but he totally stayed clear of me too. I told Cory all about it when I got back that morning and he said, in a half joking manner, "Thank god I didn't need to go down there and kick his ass for ya". Made me wonder if he would have if I needed him to... damn, he looked so cute today, I'm hooked on Cory. On our way to breakfast he said, "It doesn't surprise me much that you tackled that tough dude... did it surprise you?" I thought that was a funny thing for him to say to me, but I ignored it and said, "Nah, I've gotten my ass kicked a few times, it doesn't hurt as much as you think it will." Cory said, "Well, I kinda admire that you stuck-up for yourself. I shoulda done that when Mark got too rough with me. In the past I've been too willing to turn the other cheek, but I'm making a conscious effort to change that. Anyway, I think you rock, Andrew, you really do." He put his arm around my shoulders and I swear to God I was so proud hearing those things Cory said about me. In the dining hall, standing in line with our food trays, Cory leaned over and whispered in my ear, "We'll need to be quick about breakfast this morning cause we don't wanna be late for class... need extra time" I'm like, "Why's that. Cory?" And he matter-of-factly said, "Because right after breakfast I'm going to fuck you doggie style... fuck ya like you won't forget for awhile!" I needed to take a big breath, that's the kind of thing that gets me so aroused! I just looked back at Cory with my eyes wide and a small grin on my mouth. It was a quick breakfast and an awesome fuck too, each day that goes by Cory gets hotter and hotter. Still, it's too soon to actually talk to him about this change I see happening in him, as well as the change occurring in our relationship, but I'm really encouraged about everything. Damn, he got me off so good I thought about that fuck all day long... it's hot to think about sex with Cory! It's also wicked cool seeing the differences in him, and not just with sex either... he's acting more confidently with almost everything. Don't get me wrong, he's still basically the same happy go lucky kid, still the real deal, sincere, sweet kid... but more confident too, ya know? It's such a comfortable feeling hanging out with a guy like Cory. That prick Mark held Cory back for two years, but now Cory's growing into himself, and I love it.

On the part-time job front, there was definitely no more shit from Boo. Actually the incident has turned into a positive for me... it elevated a lot of people's opinion of me, including Cory's. I was feeling good about myself too and things were going great. Before I knew it though, it was Saturday morning and that's noteworthy because it's Mitchell's first day as boss of the Dump. Like I said before, I'm intrigued with Mitchell... as well as being a little bit afraid of him because he controls my fate on the job. Friday, yesterday, was Rolly's last day and all of us carriers chipped-in to buy a going-away gift for him. One of the older carriers accumulated all the money and bought a case of Scotch for Rolly's farewell present. Each of us had donated about twenty bucks so it was a damn nice present. Rolly had wet eyes when he said his thanks, he said we were a great group of guys, and then, looking in Boo's direction he added, "Most of ya, anyway. Thanks guys, I'll think of you as I drink each bottle. I do love my Scotch!".. That was really nice and then another really nice thing happened. Jerome asked me if I was maybe interested in seeing a movie with him sometime, "you know, Andrew... if you'd like to". He was so sweet about it, he hadn't been sure I was gay until I mentioned the dorm I was in, it's well known on our campus as the gay dormitory... even guys from Full Sail had heard about it. Once he heard the dorm number, he asked me out. It made me feel good and I told him so. I also told him I had a steady boyfriend, "but thank you, Jerome. I'm flattered you'd want to go out with me. I'm proud you're my friend too." He acted shy and then did a weird hug around my neck and mumbled, "your boyfriend's a lucky guy" and he added that he was proud to be my friend too. Damn, he's a good kid! I hugged him back, a couple guys saw us but no big deal, lots of guys do quick hugs. Now, if only Mitchell doesn't fuck up this great picture!

OK, the day of reckoning was finally here. I knew it would eventually get here, but still I was a bit apprehensive because my new boss, the seventeen year old genius Mitchell Higgenbottom, could reject my application for full-time status on a whim... it was up to him. This morning I had Rico's ID card in the fifth slot, like I do most days... I've got this short speech prepared introducing myself to Mitchell, just in case I need it. I was feeling uneasy as I waited, kind of nervous now that the time is actually here, I mean he has the power to just say "no"... it's that simple, then I've lost this job that's so perfect for me. Oh please let this go the right way! Watching Mitchell as he easily lifted bundles of newspapers to the top of the counter was a little mesmerizing, his movements... the way he somehow made everything he did seem special, it was spellbinding. A strong kid for sure, it's hard to match that fact up with how young he looks, and how cute he is. Oh my God he's so good looking, it's almost ridiculous. He'd just gotten a new buzzcut and he looked very hot, that hoop earring in his left ear, everything about him seemed perfect. I tried remembering where I'd seen a similar earring, couldn't think of it before Mitchell was ready for the fifth slot distribution, which was mine of course. He looked over at me and immediately looked back at the ID card, then said, "Who are you?" I was thinking, "His father didn't even mention me?" I started right in with my prepared introduction, "Good morning. My name is Andrew Fisher, I'm taking over route twelve. Rico introduced me to your dad last..." Mitchell interrupted me in a very dismissive manner, flipping the back of his hand in my direction saying "Not now. Please wait over there on the bench until everyone has their papers, then I'll listen to what you have to say." I started with, "But your dad already..." Mitchell turned and gave me the stare these dominant freaks apparently all have... a confident, steady glare with his mouth slightly open, his forehead slightly furrowed, his body language screaming "You're a turd, and you're annoying me". I tried to hold his stare, but had to look down, he repeated through tight lips, "Over on the bench, now... PLEASE!" Everyone looked away as I swallowed my pride and plopped down on the bench, keeping my mouth shut, looking at the floor as a shudder ran through me... the dominance of that baby-faced kid is awesome!

Jesus, my dick was twitching like mad... it pissed me off that my dick would twitch from being treated so rudely, but it's doing it anyway. Mitchell must be related to Henry's, he's gotta be a cousin or something. Stop thinking that crap!... I need to be tougher, I need to be able to hold his stare. Steaming mad, sitting on that bench, I tried to sort how how much I was pissed-off at Mitchell and how much I was pissed-off at myself. Calming down after awhile I leaned back against the wall and was able to give a little wave and a small smile back to Jerome as he carried his papers out... the wait on the bench continued longer than I expected. Finally the last guy of the day picked up his papers and was ready to leave; first though, a stern lecture from Mitchell about being late. Mitchell finished with a reference to his father, calling him by his first name, saying, "Rolly let's you guys get away with being late because he had very little else to do except this job. That's not the case with me. In addition to this full time responsibility, I'm in medical school with a full compliment of courses." He was very self-important by now, building-up steam. Pulling a computer list from under the counter he said to the kid, "Please notice this list of names, there are twenty-six guys waiting for one of these routes. If you're late again I'm going to give the first person on this list your route. Got it?" The kid nodded his head and insincerely muttered, "Yes, Mitchell, I believe I do got it" to which Mitchell said, "I don't particularly care if you're a smartass or not, be late once more and you're fired. It's as simple as that." Now the kid had nothing more to say, he slinked out the door struggling to carry his two bundles out at the same time... anything to get away from Mitchell quickly I suppose. It's the first time I've heard anything about a waiting list for these routes, Rolly hadn't said anything about it. Damn it!... that sounds like trouble. Mitchell, done with reading the riot act to this kid who'd been late was now looking a bit pre-occupied as he disappeared behind the little office door in the back of the room... not even a glance in my direction. I continued sitting on that hard bench in silence, alone. Just when I was sure he'd forgotten about me he yelled out, "You, come in here now, please". Very officious sounding seventeen year old boy, but at least he'd said "please"... polite he was, but he was also unquestionably authoritative when he spoke. This kid might trump Henry in the area of pomposity. I hurried through the office door determined to brown nose this young prick till he begged me to stop.

Mitchell was reading from a thin folder with Rico's name on the lip. He closed it and looked at me with that steady stare, not saying a word. I was determined to hold his stare, but shortly I had to look down... fuck! He makes me so uncomfortable. When I looked down he said, "Sit here, please", pointing at a side chair next to his desk. I sat with my hands folded in my lap, he continued staring at me while clicking a ball-point pen over and over and over. When I'd look at him, he'd open his eyes wider as if saying, "yes?" like a question. I'd frown then, and look away. I heard the pen clicking and a clock ticking, that was it. What the hell am I suppose to say... or do? I just sat there and squirmed... I hate this kid! With that ultra calm, confident voice that belied his youthful appearance in every way possible, he said, "Please tell me why I should give you this job ahead of twenty-six people who are on my list waiting for a route." Using his ball-point pen, he hit the same computer list he'd shown that kid earlier, adding, "Some of these guys have been waiting two years for a chance to get a route." Right then I knew I wasn't getting the job, so fuck it! I said, "I really can't give you a reason. I didn't know about the list when I came here. My friend Rico posted a notice in our dormitory that he needed to quit his route and I really wanted to do it... that's all I got for ya on the matter of the list." Mitchell was quiet another minute, back to clicking that damn pen. He says, "You need to deliver your papers now... I put them on the counter. Come back here after you've done your route. I like your honesty and I like what I heard about how you stood up to Poleinski, that jerk-off bully. Maybe I can make an exception for you. Can you do the route quickly and come right back?" My heart leaped, there was still a chance.

I glanced over at Mitchell, he looked about fifteen years old. Big dark eyes, his eyelashes consisted of very fine curved hairs, his eyebrows also were of very fine hairs in a thin, perfectly formed narrow eyebrow. You just wouldn't believe they could be natural, but they obviously were. He had some light blond fuzz on his upper lip and along the sides of his cheek below his sideburns that would be wispy whiskers in a year or so. His perky ski-nose with cute little nostrils went just right with his mouth and chin. Rosy red, totally bow-shaped nice size lips and white, smallish teeth. Not a blemish or imperfection anywhere on his face. Healthy tan complexion, nicely shaped ears... the left ear had the aforementioned smallish hoop earring... other than that, no visible piercing or tattoos. His buzzed hair looked soft, not bristly, and he just looked so immaculately clean... everything about his appearance was nearly perfect, yet he seemed unaware of it. You can usually tell when someone is conscious of their good looks. I didn't get that impression with Mitchell, he didn't even bother to shave his peach fuzz which is really the only thing ruining perfection. It had been fifteen seconds since he asked his question, I was gawking at him like I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He wasn't put off by my staring in the least, he quietly asked the question again, "Can you do that, Andrew Fisher? Can you do your route and come right back here for your interview?" He wasn't as arrogant now as he'd been with that kid who was late. Finally finding my voice I said, "Oh sure, of course I can. I'm sorry, it's just that I thought at first I had no chance for the job and now I'm a little speechless because I have hope again. Thank you... er..ah, is it OK if I call you Mitchell?" He made a face like, "what the fuck.." then said, "Yes, please do... that's my name. I'll be here until ten this morning, be sure to be back before then. Go ahead now, Andrew, get going..." I hopped up and said, "Thank you so much, Mitchell... I'll be back way before ten... ah, thank you..." and I backed out of the office. Mitchell was typing on the computer before I was out the door. He made me feel, and act, like a little kid, but so what? I still got a chance for the job, that's all I care about. And just a few minutes ago I thought I might hate him... now I'm getting a boner thinking about him. He's only three years younger than me, it throws me off because he looks like he five or six years younger. Jesus! "forget that", I tell myself... concentrate on what's important. Keeping the job! Driving to my route I'm thinking, "Hey, at first Mitchell acted like he had no idea who I was, but just a little while ago he says he liked the way I stood up to Boo... so, he must have known who I was." Later I thought, "he wanted me here when everyone else had gone"... that must be it. Now, is that good for me, or not so good? Hmmmm, probably good.

While carefully checking the subscriber list, I delivered all two hundred and seventy two papers before eight o'clock in the morning and was back knocking on Mitchell's office door by eight-fifteen. He was there, still doing something on the computer. Looking up at my knock, without changing his facial expression, he gave me the pompous mannerism of nodding his head for me to sit in the side chair again... that definitely made me think of Henry. Where do these boys get the audacity to think they're so superior to us mere mortals? I quietly sat in the chair and snuck peeks at his face while he finished doing whatever it was he was doing. Sitting there with my hands folded in my lap like a good boy, and sneaking those glances at Mitchell from the corners of my eyes, like a bad boy. He looked so young and pretty, but he acted so mature and authoritative... what can I say, it all gave me a familiar buzzing in my balls. It mesmerized me, the deliberate way he did everything as if he knew he was being watched, almost like he was putting on a show. Before this meeting with Mitchell I'd though Henry was one of a kind, but now, perhaps he's not. I told myself to try and enjoy any ride this kid might take me on, but remember it's the job that comes first. What the hell, it's obvious Mitchell is another one of those super-dominant boys... probably from the same solar system Henry's from, however many light-years away that solar system might be. They're both cast from the same mold, but with differences too. For one thing, Henry has no manners, but he has a "kindness" to him... Mitchell has all the correct manners, but he's more robotic than Henry, he doesn't appear to have a kind side, or a mean side... he's neutral. "OK, that's done" he mumbles. Looking over at me he says in a dignified speech pattern, "Thank you for getting back so quickly, Andrew" and he just looks at me, and like earlier this morning he says nothing more. I waited a bit, and then noncommittally nod my head... what the fuck am I suppose to say? Jeez, maybe I do hate this kid after all. My head nod seemed to get him going, he continued, "Now, here's a concern I have... will you be able to handle the newspaper bundles without hurting yourself? That's one of my concerns" I frowned at him thinking, "what the fuck....?" He starts getting up from his chair saying, "Here, stand-up, please." I stood right up, mumbling, "Well, sure... I can lift them." He goes, "Yes, these you can lift, but certain days when there are many addition advertisement sections you might have trouble. You're so slight. You look frail, frankly". Standing, facing Mitchell, I was taller than him by at least three inches, and while I am slim, I've always had a good solid body... that's no brag, just the truth. I have very little to do with it in any case... it's in my genes.

Mitchell seemed more animated now as he walked behind me and said, "Stay in place please, and put your hands on top of your head, clasping your fingers together." I thought, 'this is different'. In a lecturing manner Mitchell explained, "In conjunction with my pre med studies, I've also completed an elective, merely as a side field of interest of course. It's in the general field of chiropractic procedures and I do believe I'm right when I say you have a slight curvature of the spine. Has your doctor noticed it?" Having my hands on top of my head left me feeling very vulnerable, but it's perfect for my submissive side and I started thinking about my cock... please don't get hard. Out loud I managed to say, "Sorry, what's that, my spine is curved...?" Henry ignored my mumblings while poking at my spine, pushing on each vertebrae with both his thumbs at the same time. He sternly admonished me, "Don't sway your body, stand still!" My dick got a little tight causing me to take a deep breath. Halfway up my spine he muttered, "Uh huh!" Then, to me, "Lean across that chair on your stomach, please". He was so professionally matter-of-fact about it that, without giving a thought to questioning him about this, I did as he asked. Getting down on my knees, I leaned across a cushioned side chair in front of his desk. Laying across that chair made me think, "how stupid is this?" Then I was thinking "Did he say I have a curvature of my spine? That don't sound good". Mitchell hovered over me still feeling at vertebrae about halfway up my back. "Take a deep breath now please, Andrew" he ordered. I did and he immediately put a lot of pressure on a single vertebrae, again using both thumbs at once. I felt something move in my spine and gasped at the force he'd put on my back. It scared me. "Stand-up please." I struggled up and immediately noticed a relaxed feeling in my back. Mitchell was feeling the vertebrae again as he asked, "Feel any different?" I exclaimed, "Ohh, my back feels awesome. I didn't even realize it was messed-up until you straightened it out. Thank you!" He said, "Your welcome, please put your hands stiffly at your sides now". I immediately assumed Henry's attention position as Mitchell lectured me, "Slight curvature of the spine, such as you have, isn't that big a deal and is easily manipulated ... nothing to worry too much about."

He then began feeling my body and arms, especially my biceps. After that he slid his hands all the way down both my arms squeezing them every two inches, down past my wrists to squeeze the palms of my hands... almost like holding hands. His hands were very compact, almost square with neatly cut, clean fingernails. The palms of his hands as well as his fingers felt padded, more padding than you'd expect... an unusual touch, quite pleasant actually. While still standing behind me, Henry reached around and, under by T-shirt, felt me up in the chest area squeezing my pectorals, then down to my belly to feel my minor six pack, and even lower down inside the waist-band of my shorts near my pubic patch. Of course I thought of Henry, it was so similar, yet different at the same time too. Different yes, but it was having the same affect on me that Henry had... blood was continuing to gather in my penis which felt good, as always. I knew Mitchell's behavior was completely out of line and had nothing to do with a job interview, but my experiences with Henry had prepared me for the unusual, the unexpected and... like I said, it felt good. Grasping first at my hips, and than down on my thighs he said, "You have a fine, strong body under your T-shirt and very firmly muscled thighs. Frankly Andrew, that surprises me because you appear almost skinny, but after this quick exam I feel confident you'll be able to handle the lifting requirements of the job. That was my major concern." He rubbed up the hairs at the back of my head and played with the hairs on top of my head while quietly saying, "Nice hair, but there's something I'm wondering about... it surely should seem odd to you that I'd inspect you in this way. Very odd to have your potential boss touch you in this manner, yet you don't complain. Explanation for that, please..." Finally, after goosing my buttocks he was done with his inspection, I had a fairly firm cock in my pants by now with my mind going a mile a minute trying to think what I could say to him. After a few seconds he says, "Speak-up, why is it you don't complain about my intrusive inspection of your body? I'm very curious to hear your answer." I turned to face him, still trying to think what to say. He stared at me blankly, waiting for my explanation. Finally, not being able to think of anything better, I blurted out, "Ahh, it's just that I've never applied for a job before and... I don't know, I want this job, that's all." Taking hold of my head between both hands he says, "That sounds weak, Andrew... sounds like bullshit, actually. Are you evading my question? Look me in the eyes Andrew and answer this question directly... are you a homosexual?"

It was maybe the last question in the world I expected. I looked away with my eyes fluttering and then stuttered, "Huh? Wha, what do ya, you mean... is this part of your, or I mean, the job or.... what is....?" He calmly repeated himself, "Please don't look away from my eyes, Andrew. Calm yourself down and tell me if you're gay or not. That's quite simple." I gulped, looked him in the eyes, than looked down and said, "I am gay, yes" then I threw Rico under the bus by saying, "but so is Rico and he had this job". Mitchell was still holding my head between his hands, staring at me. My eyes did that thing I hate with a passion, they started filling up with water. I'm not crying... my eyes just water when I'm nervous or uncomfortable. Mitchell held my head and stared intently into my eyes as two tears rolled down my cheeks, then he said... "OK, I'll need to take a blood sample". He ruffled my hair at the front of my head like he'd done a minute ago, making me feel like a little boy again, and said, "Don't worry too much about this next procedure, I've also taken a nursing course and can do everything a nurse can do... do it better than they can." He patted my cheek then and I felt like about six years old, maybe having my first exposure to the mature doctor. Mitchell quickly said, "There are many things that may keep you from this job, but being gay isn't one of them. Actually, I was testing your honesty when I asked if you were gay." I nodded my head up and down then, Mitchell's reassurance gave me a feeling of relief... also a feeling similar to how I felt when Henry had taken over control of me. I know when I've let myself fall under someone's control, under their spell or whatever it is, and I'd done that with Mitchell when he held my head between his hands and I'd just stood there quite docile for him, while my eyes watered... I was his, basically. It was a relief to turn myself over to him, Mitchell appealed to me now. He's giving me what I want, in a number of different ways, and in a number of different areas too, probably... so much of pleasure is a result of one's subconscious mind. I recognize the feeling I was having now, they were the ones I had from my experiences with Henry. It's a feeling I have little control over... one thing happens and then quickly flows to the next thing without me ever being in control of the first thing and then finally I'm not in control of anything.... it's like that. I let myself float and I become very attached to the attractive dominant boy who has captured me. Henry, and now Mitchell, never appear in doubt that I'll fall under their spell... they are never at a lost as to what they want to do next. I can hardly recover from one totally unexpected situation when they have me in another one. It becomes a soothing hypnotic state... at least it's been like that whenever Henry took over my will-power, and it feels the same with Mitchell. It's so smooth and trance-like, and dreamy for me, and it's sexy as hell too. So far it hasn't been as "hot" as Henry's heat, but I think to myself... wouldn't that be something if Mitchell turns his intensity up. Henry Black is my "Henry-north" and Mitchell Higgenbottom can be my "Henry-south"... wouldn't that be something! I hazily wondered if Mitchell will get boned-up like Henry does.

It's not obvious to me yet if Mitchell is aware of how docile he's made me, it's our first time together. Of course there's a long-shot possibility that he couldn't care less how docile he's made me, that perhaps he's actually being honest about checking out my ability to handle the lifting... but if that's so, why goose my ass and play with my hair? Interrupting my daydreaming, Mitchell in his authoritative manner, says, "Sit in that same chair please, Andrew. The one you leaned across earlier, and I'll draw some blood. Wipe your eyes, it's OK, Andrew. I already knew you were gay... you told me five minutes ago that you live in Rico's dormitory and I'm aware that it's a gay dorm... it doesn't really matter." He spoke in a monotone much of the time... it was as if what he was saying should be so obvious that he shouldn't need to expend the energy saying it to me, except that he had to because I'm in possession of a much lesser mind than his. He took a stiff plastic bag marked "sterilized" from a black satchel, put on latex gloves, and opened the bag to extract a small syringe and a vial. Wrapping an elastic band around my upper arm, he told me, "Make a tight fist please" and after tapping a vein at the crook of my arm with his finger, he inserted the needle and filled a vial with my blood in ten seconds. I hardly felt anything at all. Labeling the vial, then discarding the disposable blood kit, he off-handedly said, "OK, Andrew... stand-up and drop your shorts please, we'll get a urine and sperm sample now. Hands clasped on top of your head again, please". Like I said, with Mitchell, as with Henry... it's one totally unexpected instruction after another. I'd come this far and I was mostly enjoying the "feel" of all this by now so I pulled my cargo and jockey shorts down to my knees and put my hands on top of my head... my half a boner stuck out away from my body. In trance-like state such as I'm in now, I'm not shy about exposing myself to a seventeen year old stranger... not if he's as dominant and spellbinding as Mitchell is. My dick was firm, but not a boner, yet. Mitchell seemed to take it for granted I'd do what he told me to do. Boys like Henry and Mitchell are like predators, they know their prey pretty well and they recognized a "super-submissive" when they meet one. The surprising part for me is how submissive I still am. Until my encounter with Henry over holiday break, I assumed I'd outgrown most of my submissive nature. Now I know it's still there strong as ever, ready and willing to be abused by the right type of dominant person. I say abused, but that ignores the fact that I've come to enjoy it and since I screwed-up with my last "Henry opportunity", I'm sort of open to this miracle of "Henry-South". Maybe Mitchell isn't a true Henry-south, but that remains to be seen. Sure, so far he hasn't gotten around to do anything nearly as outrageous as the things Henry has done to me. Of course, I have just now dropped my pants, so anything is possible from here on out. I never cease to be amazed at the self confidence of Henry and Mitchell, self confidence to the point of abject arrogance, that arrogance demonstrated clearly in the way they simply accept my compliance with their every instruction... they do not doubt themselves.

Mitchell says, "I know what I'm doing here... we can get this over quicker if I handle everything myself... no pun intended, Andrew." He said that in an instructive way, not a joking one. Still wearing the gloves, he took the cap off a urine sample jar and taking hold of my penis, said, "Just relax and let it flow. If you fill up this jar I have another for overflow." Amazing myself, I let loose with a pee flow, a weak one, but it was coming out. Being this close to Mitchell I had to close my eyes and think of something else or I would spring a hard boner... he's so attractive, so sexy. It occurred to me that it was the calm manner in which Mitchell did everything, some of it rubbing off on me, that enabled me to pee even a weak stream considering he's holding onto my semi-hard dick. With Henry it was often tense, not so with Mitchell. Mitchell had to have felt the firmness in my penis holding it while I peed and that may be the reason he squeezed it ever so slightly as the pee drooled out, my dick naturally got harder quite quickly. I took quiet quick breaths staring at Mitchell's uniquely attractive face as he concentrated on getting my pee into the jar and not on his rubber-gloved hands. I'd taken a piss not too long ago so I didn't even fill-up the first jar. "That's plenty of urine Andrew and I'm glad you're becoming erect too... it'll go faster with the sperm sample". He said that as if he were congratulating me on my choice of new floor mats for my pickup truck. I continued standing with my hands on my head and my rock hard cock pointing up my belly.

Without hurrying in the slightest, capping the pee jar, labeling it and putting it in the satchel, Mitchell took some KY jelly and a condom out of the satchel. "I'll milk all the sperm I can into this large nipple condom, and we'll pretty much be done for now. You're doing excellently, you're a very good patient. Stay relaxed." He rolled the condom onto my hard cock and did a few quick strokes as I went, "Ahhh ohh... heh heh". Ignoring my self conscious nervous chuckling he squeezed my balls, then stretched my ballsac out saying, "Your scrotum is too tight, doesn't allow you nuts room to move. We might need to stretch your scrotum to allow your balls to hang lower, a couple of inches lower at least". I'm like, "What's that...?" Then squeezing KY jelly on his gloved middle finger, and without hesitating or a warning, he pushed it way up my hole and at the same time began a rhythmic stroking of my boner, with each stroke I blew air out through closed lips and thought about the coincidence of the Henry, and now Mitchell, both making me cum by finger fucking me. As he picked-up the speed of his boner stroking I went up on my toes groaning quietly, "Ohhhh.." Then I switched sounds to "Ahhhh ohh ahhh" when he found my prostate and began massaging it with little circular moves with the tip of his finger. I grunting quietly and within thirty seconds I was down off my toes and instead going from one foot to the other squirming and mumbling, "Ahh... Oh ... Ahhh". It was difficult keeping my hands on top of my head as I hopped from one foot to the other, my balls bouncing in their too tight scrotum with every hop... it felt like I'd be climaxing almost as soon as he stuck his finger up my ass, but it actually took about a minute, a very hot minute with me blowing a fine spray of saliva away from Mitchell. When the cum streamed into the condom I blew a lot of air out between my lips making a "Sssssssssss' sound as cum filled up the nipple part and backed-up onto my boner. "Ahh, haa, ahhh, Mmmmmm" impossible for me to stand still. I became aware then of Mitchell's head being very close to my face and I recognized his clean, attractive boyish odor... his is quite a sexy smell indeed. Maybe the fact he'd just made me climax has something to do with me being attracted to his personal odor... maybe that's how I bond with my dominant sex partners...I honestly don't know. Mitchell milked my balls for another minute and it felt so special, if anything my boner got a tiny bit longer. Unless he had a flashlight or a metal tube of some kind in his pants he had himself a very big boner before he was done. It bumped the back of my legs through his jeans a number of times.

Finally, without sounding aroused, he says, "OK, that'll do it for now, Andrew." His finger out of my ass, he pulled off the condom, tied a knot in the end and put it in the satchel with the urine sample. Pulling off the rubber gloves he said, "Take some tissue to wipe your rear end of drooling jelly if you need to. Then pull your pants up and have a seat next to my desk." As I did that, he threw the rubber gloves away and sat down at his desk to write a few things in a folder marked, "Andrew Fisher". I was feeling weird, like I was floating... it had definitely been a surreal five minutes. My ass wiped, the tissues thrown in the waste basket, I sat down. My dick and nuts felt real good, my ass too. Mitchell's youthful, cute appearance made it almost impossible to connect him with what happened over the past five minutes or so, but he's the one who dictated every move. To myself I shrugged, it's over and it wasn't any big deal... well, it was kinda hot actually. No heavy breathing from Mitchell to go along with that stiffy in his pants though, so maybe he did have a hard cylindrical container in his pants. Nah! he had the boner for sure. He goes, "I like you Andrew, not too many boys can handle themselves as well as you did. Those procedure can be awkward when done by your doctor, never mind being done by a medical student... a seventeen year old medical student at that." In my trance-like state now, I didn't say anything, but I realized something interesting... like Henry, Mitchell seemed devoid of humor. I don't recall Henry ever laughing and I can't see Mitchell doing a belly-laugh either. Ya know, when the guys were lighting their farts on fire last week in the dorm, making everyone in the dorm just about pee their pants from laughing, Mitchell... if he were there, would probably just be frowning at the distasteful nature of the prank.

Mitchell snapped me out of my trance by raising his voice, "Andrew, please pay attention. I was giving you a compliment!" I said, "Thank you, Mitchell... I'm kind of a quiet person, that's all. I wasn't ignoring you." He says, "OK... a few things. First, don't feel I'm interested in you sexually, my exam of you was part necessary for one, and part of a term paper I'm preparing for the future. Anything sexual that happens will be of a medical nature or for purposes of my research, consider it part of the job. It's harmless in any case. All that holds true for most of the time, occasionally... well, never mind that for now. Anyway, I'm studying both submissive boys like yourself and confident, dominant boys who will probably be successful in their adult years. That's not meant as an insult to you though, submissive boys can be successful as adults too... once in a great while. Secondly and probably the only thing you really care about, I'm going to make an exception and let you keep the route, but if anyone comes to me whining about you not being on the waiting list that will mean you told someone and that won't be good for you. Keep all business between us private, got it? Need I say more?" I said, "No, I'm very content keeping our business private, Mitchell. I do want to thank you very much for making an exception and giving me the job. Mum's the word." To myself I'm thinking... I'm certainly not going to tell anyone, why would I? It could be wicked embarrassing if guys knew what a wimp I can be, especially after they were all thinking I was cool for standing up to Boo. Anyway, I only care about the job, basically. That being said, this Mitchell is definitely Henry all over again with the same "keep this between us" bull shit. And the, "I'm not interested in you sexually... oh yeah, what's with the boner Mitchell?" Of course, I said nothing, just nodded my head at everything Mitchell said. He was continuing his summing-up, "I'll see the test results and if there's no HIV or drugs in your system, you can keep the job pending a full physical which I'll administer myself, at teaching hospital. There is never a fast turn around for the HIV test unfortunately... it could be six weeks or more. I'll get back to you on that. For now... welcome aboard." He stood, shook my hand and ushered me out.

Lighting a cigarette as I pulled away from The Dump, I'm thinking... "could that have been any more bizarre?" and yet, it held some interest for me. Interest first of all that I have the job. Secondly, there's a shot at perhaps an occasional "Henry experience" in the future, only with my Henry South, Mitchell, this time. I mean, why else would he want an HIV test unless he wants to fuck me? Except, now that I think about it, Mitchell specifically stated he didn't care for me sexually, not the way Henry obviously does. Mitchell isn't interested in me sexually, he says, even though he sprung that huge boner while jerking me off. I'm not sure how it'll work out to be anything like Henry and me, but it might work out... that physical he mentioned has potential. Dragging on the cigarette I realized I wasn't going to confide in Cory about any of this right now because then I'd need to get into the Henry stuff too... I didn't want to muddy the waters between us with that just yet. I was loving the direction we've been heading recently. Then back to thinking about Mitchell stroking my cock and fingering my prostate, milking my balls, soon had me groping myself and trying to remember exactly what it was he said about giving me that full physical. That really does sounds like it could get hot... this could be some fun after all. Or, what the hell, maybe it'll be a dud, but at the very least I've got myself a lucrative part time job. Still, Mitchell's got me thinking about him now, and he does turn me on. Damn, he's so attractive!

Back at the dorm a little after nine o'clock and everything that happened this morning sort of caught up with me... it had been a little hot with Mitchell, but there were also a lot of nerve-racking moments too, thinking I wasn't getting the job and other stuff... I was beginning to feel the delayed effects now. I felt beat, real tired all of a sudden. Getting undressed I hopped back into bed and fell asleep almost immediately, missing my first class that morning in the process. Jeez, maybe I had been tense some of the time with Mitchell and didn't even realize it. I woke-up that first time but sort of just crashed again, waking-up too late for my second class as well. Later, feeling better but still sitting in bed thinking back over the "Mitchell" experience and how everything now seemed kinda creepy, not as cool and hot as I'd felt it was right afterward. I'm confused, as usual, and very uncertain about him I guess, but as I said earlier... I do have the job and that's the important thing. There doesn't seem much chance anything will develop with Mitchell and me anyway... except when Mitchell gives me the so-called full physical, what could that entail? I need to be honest with myself at least and admit Mitchell has got me hooked on his dominant personality, sort of... I can say it was creepy all I want, but I'm also hoping for more involvement with him. The very thought of it makes me have that weird feeling in my belly, my groin, that tingly kinda scary feeling, kinda scary, but so attractive. It's the almost irresistible urge to fall under his spell again. It's the whole thrill-ride syndrome thing... I know it's ultimately safe, probably, but it's easy to forget that it's safe during the ride, that's what makes the ride so awesome.

That night after dinner and after our homework assignments were done, Cory and I were messy around kissing and goosing one another, getting boners and all that, when he says, "Andrew, you seem so docile tonight. You need me to be the dominant partner, again? Is that it boy? You're really enjoying this, ain't ya?" He was joking of course, it's still mostly our role-playing, but he gave me some for real smacks on my ass and told me to get the jelly, and then get my bare ass up in the air. Cory seemed quite comfortable with this actually, and after Mitchell, it's exactly what I was in the mood for tonight... a good hard fucking. Lately, Cory is getting so effective with his dominant role, plus he's always fucked me rough and hard right from the start anyway. Basically it's the only way he knew to do it... he did it that way in the eleventh grade, which is the only time before me he did any fucking at all. Of course, maybe Mark fucked him rough and hard too, we've never discussed that. Whatever the reason for it, I liked his style just fine. And, now that he's had some practice, stuff happens that I didn't think would happen, like tonight where my ass was stinging and red by the time Cory was done spanking and fucking it. I nagged him to sleep with me afterward, he asked, "Anything wrong, Andrew?" I said, "No, how could there be Cory, I'm sleeping with my boyfriend..." I had a great nights sleep too. I've got the biggest crush on Cory!

to be continued Chapter six (Conclusion)

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