It Was Not To Be

It Was Not to Be

By

Little Dan

When I was in high school I had the biggest crush on Vivian Griffin. She was so beautiful. I wanted to ask her to the movies, but my parents said I wasn't old enough to take a girl to the movies, and I don't know why, because all my friends were taking girls to the movies. It was so frustrating. So I just dreamed of her all the time. Every night and every day when I was studying or playing baseball in the vacant lot with the other guys.

I knew that one day when I grew up and went to college and became rich and successful, I would ask Vivian Griffin to marry me, and she would become Vivian Griffin-Lawrence, and we would live happily ever after in our little town of Seacrest, maybe very close to my parents, whom I was very attached to, so we could visit often. Maybe even next door, if the Finsey's, who lived there, would move out at the right time. Then my mother could baby sit for our babies, when I took Vivian, my wife, out to the movies.

But all this was not to be.

One night my father had come into my room when I was getting into my PJs and he got this worried look on his face. He kept asking me if I was all right, and did I have any pains of any kind, and I said I was fine, but he said I'm gonna have a doctor check you out. I want to be sure you're okay, so he made an appointment with Doctor Levine who gave me a complete physical, and then he went into his office with my father leaving me to have a private consultation, leaving me alone in the examining room. I was starting to get worried. Was there something really wrong with me? Was I going to die?

I was in such a panic, that I started to cry a little. I needed to know what was going on, so I sneaked outside of the door and put my ear to it, and I could hear what they were saying.

MY FATHER: I'm so worried about Sam.

DR. LEVINE: There's nothing to worry about. He's in perfect health.

That was a relief. I hope they couldn't hear my audible sigh through the door.

MY FATHER: But what about that?

DR. LEVINE: Nothing to worry about. Maybe he's just a late bloomer. A little slow to develop.

What the hell were they talking about?

MY FATHER: Do you think that there are shots he could take?

DR. LEVINE: I don't think they'd do any good. The shots don't work for that. They might just get him all riled up and make him conscious of the situation. Just let him alone.

MY FATHER: I'm worried about him getting teased and bullied at school.

DR. LEVINE: There is that possibility. Yes. Young boys can be very cruel.

MY FATHER: If you thought that he had a slipped disk or something, and wrote a note forbidding him to take gym?

DR. LEVINE: Yes. I could do that. Fine. That's a very good idea.

Why shouldn't I take gym? I liked gym. I liked playing basketball and all that stuff. I hadn't been taking gym up until now, but I was supposed to start next semester, and now I wouldn't be starting. It wasn't fair. And Dr. Levine had said I was in perfect health. And what was this slow to develop stuff? I was just as big and just as strong as most of the other guys in my class.

I heard chairs moving behind the closed door, so I quickly ran back to the examination room and sat on the examining table, where they had left me.

They came into the examination room and Dr. Levine told me I could get dressed.

"Am I okay?" I asked Doctor Levine.

"You're fine. Just fine. You might have a minor back problem, and I don't want you to strain it, so I've given your father a note that you are not to take gym."

"But I want to take gym," I told him. "And my back feels just fine."

"Come on, Sam. We only want what's best for you and the doctor doesn't want you to take gym. He wants you to come home right after school every day and rest and study," said my father.

They were not going to tell me what this was all about. It was hopeless. What could I do? I got excused from gym, and I came home and studied after school every day. I couldn't wait till I got to college and could participate in athletics. I would be eighteen and living in a dorm, and away from parental consent. I would sign up for basketball.

I applied to colleges clear across the country from Seacrest. Far away from my father and Dr. Levine. I was accepted at two schools and I chose Fairmountain U. We celebrated my eighteenth birthday in July, but I couldn't wait until September when I would matriculate as a freshman. I had applied for a room in the Freshman dorms, and I would be rooming with some other boy in Walker 307. Walker Hall was the men's freshman dormitory. I would be on my own for the first time in my life. Free and independent, and able to take gym.

Finally the summer was over and I was on my way to the University. Once the plane had landed, I took a bus from the airport to the town of Fairmountain. Then I took a taxi to the University where I went directly to the Student Union to register. There they gave me the key to my room, and very good directions on how to get to Walker Hall. I had sent a large trunk containing all my clothes on ahead, so it would already be in my room, they told me. So, carrying just the small suitcase which had accompanied me on my trip, containing my toothbrush, my hairbrush and other emergency items, I left the Student Union building and walked toward Walker Hall.

There were several gothic buildings at the foot of the hill, and I didn't know which one was Walker Hall, but I just asked some of the other students whom I encountered, and they pointed me in the right direction and into the right doorway. I climbed the narrow winding staircase up to the third floor and found my way to room 307. I took out my key and turned it in the lock. The door swung open. There was a young man lying on one of the beds already. My roommate. He had gotten here before me.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Kevin Parker. I guess we're roommates," he said, getting up to shake my hand.

"Hi. Sam Lawrence," I told him.

He was a really nice guy. Very friendly and very good looking. Very clean-cut. Taller and broader than I. And he had a thick head of blonde hair. My hair was dark.

He was going to be majoring in Mechanical Engineering, he told me, and I told him that I was going to be majoring in Philosophy. He asked me what sports did I play, and I told him nothing yet, because the doctor said I had a bad back and wouldn't let me take gym, but I was planning to go all out for sports now that I was on my own.

"Well, don't hurt yourself," he warned me.

"I won't," I promised. "If it starts to hurt, I'll just cool it. That's all. But I feel just fine."

He started telling me about this girl back in his hometown of Eldridge, in one of the corn-growing states, Linda Luckabee, that he fucked a lot. He told me he had fucked a lot of girls back in his hometown, because there wasn't a lot else to do in Eldridge and also he loved fucking, but that Linda Luckabee was special; but that even though he thought he really loved Linda Luckabee, he planned to fuck a lot of the girls at Fairmountain. That really sounded exciting. I felt a little tingle in my own loins, as he was describing in minute detail some of his most memorable exploits.

"What about you?" he asked me.

"There's this one girl I'm really crazy about. Vivian Griffin."

"Did you fuck her?" he asked me.

"No," I admitted. My parents hadn't really wanted me to date, and I didn't know why, but they had kept me at home all the time. I had asked Vivian Griffin to the Senior Prom, but she told me she already had a date with Elmer Hatcher, so I was fucked. I didn't even bother to go to the prom. But now that I was away from my parents and at Fairmountain, I planned to do a lot of dating and a lot of fucking and make up for lost time.

He said that he would become my sexual mentor, and help me get laid. He would give me all the benefits of his vast and varied knowledge, and instruct me on how to make myself so seductive and machosexy, that no girl would be able to refuse my overtures. I had lucked out. I had found a real friend, and he was going to be my roommate.

We walked across the campus to Merkin Hall to the student cafeteria, which they called the Cedar Room, because, I guess, the tables were made of Cedar. We got on line and filled our plates and then looked for an empty table. The place was pretty full, but there were a couple of occupied tables with some empty seats.

"Over there," said Kevin, and he led me toward a table for four at which only two people were sitting across from each other. Two girls. The other two seats, facing each other, nearer the windows, were empty.

"Hi girls," said Kevin. "Place is a little crowded. Do you two ladies mind if my buddy and I sit at your table?" He asked politely.

"Not at all," said one of them, the blonde one whose name turned out to be Rosemary. Kevin sat down next to her, and I sat down across from him next to the other girl, who was smaller and darker, which seemed right because I was smaller and darker than Kevin, and her name turned out to be Lucilla. They actually were sophomores, one year ahead of us, so they knew their way around campus. And they were roommates also over in Lockley Hall, the sophomore girl's dorm.

The food was really pretty good for cafeteria food, and I was hungry after my long trip, so I ate ravenously. We chatted and laughed, and had a really good time together, the four of us.

"So what do you two ladies have planned for the evening?" asked Kevin. He really was a bold one. I knew what he was thinking.

"Not a thing," said Rosemary. "Did you have anything in mind?" She was a coy one.

"Well, just maybe I did," said Kevin, smiling slyly. "I'd ask you up to our room, but they don't allow girls in the freshman men's dorm."

"But they do allow men in the sophomore women's dorm, at least until ten p.m. Isn't that right, Lucilla?"

"Yes. You could come up to our place. I even have some white wine," she said.

"Done," said Kevin, and he winked at me.

The four of us walked to Lockley Hall and climbed the narrow winding staircase up to room 422, which was the room the girls were sharing. Kevin immediately noticed what books were on display and began to discuss them. He was just so incredibly cool. I didn't know that much about books.

Lucilla got out four glasses and opened a bottle of white wine. She filled a glass for each of us, and we sat, or kind of lounged, two on a bed, drinking and chatting. Kevin was on Rosemary's bed with Rosemary, and I was on Lucilla's bed with Lucilla Then gradually, I noticed Kevin start to become very familiar with Rosemary and she didn't seem to mind. He started kissing her, and then he was feeling her breast. Cool. I started following his lead and kissing Lucilla and feeling her beautiful heavy tits, and I was getting such a hard-on. Lucilla also didn't mind. It must be that they had expected this when they had invited us up to their room. We were going to have sex.

I heard heavy breathing on the next bed, and had to stop kissing Lucilla to look over and see what was going on. Kevin was lying right on top of Rosemary, and she had both her arms and her legs wrapped around him, and their mouths were devouring each other. One of his hands was still on one of her breasts, but his other hand had moved down and pushed up her skirt, and I could see his finger reaching into the leg hole of her white panties. Fuck. This was so exciting. She was starting to moan, and one of her hands reached out to caress the front of Kevin's pants.

I started to go back to kissing Lucilla, so that I would soon be on top of her in just that way, but then there were all kinds of kissing and moaning noises, and then Rosemary said, "Could you guys give us a little privacy for an hour or so?"

"Okay," said Lucilla. "Come on, Sam. Let's you and me walk around the campus. I'll show you all the buildings."

"Sure," I said.

Damn. I wasn't going to get to watch Kevin fuck Rosemary. And I also was not going to get to stick my dick into sexy Lucilla. At least not yet.

We walked around for an hour or so. She showed me the Liberal Arts building, the Political Science building, the Linguistics building, etc. At least I was learning the campus, so when classes started, I would really be able to get around easily. Finally enough time had passed and we headed back to Lockley Hall.

When we got to the room, Kevin and Rosemary, were lying peaceful and relaxed on Rosemary's bed. She had her head against his chest, and he had his arm around her.

"They're back," said Kevin.

"Yeah," said Rosemary. "Why don't you and I take a little walk over to the football field?" she proposed.

"Sure thing," he said, and then he winked at me. I was going to get to fuck Lucilla after all. And right now. As Kevin passed me on the way to the door, he gave me a friendly little swat on my backside. What a great guy. He had made all this possible.

Lucilla and I stretched out on her bed, and took up from where we had left off an hour or so before. We started kissing, and I started playing with her tits. Then she took her top and her brassiere off, and there they were, firm and beautiful, and I started to lick and kiss them, as she made all these great noises. I had such a fucking hard-on. Well, she was going to get my hard-on directly.

Then I was lying on top of her and humping my crotch into hers, the way I had seen Kevin dry-humping Rosemary before. Lucilla was practically screaming. She wanted it all right. She wanted cock. I reached my hand under her skirt, and worked my index finger into the leg hole of her panties, and found the moist delicate lips of her vagina. She was more than moist. She was really wet. She wanted cock. I did not know much about these things, not having been allowed to watch certain television shows, and being parentally blocked from many sites on my computer, but I had read lady's romance novels, and knew very well what fucking was, and I had certainly heard all the words and the terms from the guys in my high school class, so I was not completely an innocent. Just almost.

I didn't know if I should stop to take off my clothes, but I decided not to interrupt the momentum we had going. I kind of eased Lucilla's panties down, which she helped me to do, by raising her middle off the mattress for a moment. And then I had clear access to her beautiful pussy. I began to lovingly stroke it. It was so beautiful. I could feel it trembling and opening between my fingers. I reached down and unzipped and pulled my member through my fly. I pressed my hips down and felt my missile enter her sweet channel. I pulled my hips back to get a stroke going, and it came out. Damn. I reached down and grabbed my dick between my thumb and forefinger and pressed it into the entrance again. I couldn't feel very much and I wasn't positive that I was in, but my hand reached down and reassured me that I was. Inside her beautiful pussy. So warm. So female. Now I was gonna give her the fucking she needed. I raised my hips slightly for a good thrust, (and fuck!) if my dick didn't pop right out again. I stabbed it in about five more times and I could see she was getting frustrated and angry. But the excitement was so great, I knew I was going to shoot a big load, and the next time my cock popped out of her pussy, it just pulsed and pulsed and I shot off all over her leg.

"Sorry," I said.

"That's okay," she said. She was being real nice about it. Then she grabbed a tissue from the night table and reached down to clean her leg off, and she saw my penis, which was getting soft again, and she gave me the funniest look. I will never forget it. Why that look? I know I had failed her, but why that look?

I zipped up and we each had another glass of white wine and in a few minutes Kevin and Rosemary returned from visiting the football field. We said our good night to the girls, and began to walk back to our own dorm. I was strangely silent. I really didn't want to talk about it. I felt I had failed in some way.

"So how was it?" asked Kevin. "Was it fantastic or what?"

"Yes," I said.

"That Lucilla looked like a real hot one. I'll have to try her myself some night."

"Okay," I said.

"You seem depressed." He looked at me. "Is anything wrong?"

"No. Of course not. I had a great time. Thanks for setting me up."

"You just don't seem very happy about it."

"I am. I am," I lied.

We got back to the room and began to undress for bed. I was going to get into my PJs, but it turned out that Kevin liked the freedom of sleeping in the nude. He was much faster than I was, and before I had even time enough to remove my socks, he was out of his clothes and standing there in his natural-born glory.

What I saw was jolting. I took in a big breath, or a gasp or something, which caught in my throat and choked me.

"What is it?" he asked me.

"Nothing," I said. "I swallowed wrong. That's all." But there was something terribly wrong. I had seen Kevin's body. I guess this must have been the first time in my life I had ever seen the naked body of a man. What I saw shocked and astounded me. My eyes were immediately drawn to the size of Kevin's cock and balls. They were enormous. The balls were pendulous and weighty. The cock dripped over them like a long fat lazy sausage. It was so beautiful. So masculine. It was what every man would have liked to have. I had nothing like that.

I had a little pencil-like penis, about one and a half inches long when erect. No wonder it had kept slipping out of Lucilla. It wasn't long enough to stay in, if I moved even an inch. And my balls were like two teeny plumb pits in the small sack beneath my penis. I was deformed. Kevin had a man's penis, but something had gone very wrong in my development. I had a baby dick and balls. I remembered Doctor Levine postulating that I was probably a late bloomer, but he had been wrong. I had never bloomed at all. I would go through life with a babydick. A dick that couldn't stay inside a woman. A dick that couldn't fuck. What kind of life was I to have? I could never get married and have a family. I realized that now. Why had my parents kept this hidden from me all these years? I was doomed to find out the truth someday, and I had found out the truth tonight. And I was in pain.

Now I understood why my father hadn't wanted me taking gym class. The other boys would have seen my tiny penis and laughed at me; and I, seeing their naked bodies and normal members in the locker room, would have known the truth, and spent a miserable adolescence. Oh, god! My life was over. I sat down on my bed in defeat, and tears began falling down my face.

"What is it, Sam? What's wrong?" Kevin asked me.

"Nothing. I think I just have a little headache. I'll be okay," I said. How could I tell him? I could never let him see me naked. I would be the campus joke. The campus disgrace. The campus freak. I took my pajamas down the hall to the men's room and changed in one of the stalls. Then I came back to my room and climbed into my own bed. I tried to fall asleep, but it was hard. Not only was I distressed with my own condition, but having seen my roommate's magnificent penis, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Why couldn't it have been mine? It was so perfectly formed. So beautiful. Long. Heavy. Pendulous. I wished that I could touch it. Balance the weight on my hand. Wrap my fingers around the amazing girth of it. Why couldn't it have been mine? I was in love with my roommate's perfect masculine package. I wanted it for myself. One way or the other. I wanted it for myself.

After that night, I never went out on another date. How could I? I devoted every spare moment to my studies, trying to lose myself in the writings of Locke and Hume. Kevin, on the other hand, had a very active dating and sex life, and he never failed to rhapsodize about it. But after a couple of months, he sort of settled on one particular girl, who was also an engineering student. Her name was Elizabeth, and she was very pretty, but I didn't think she was that nice, but I couldn't say anything like that to Kevin. He told me that he had made a pact with Elizabeth, that from now on he would not fuck any other women, and that upon their graduation they would get married. Lucky Elizabeth. She would have that beautiful set of cock and balls on Kevin all to herself for the rest of her days. She probably didn't even realize how very lucky she was. She could have fallen in love with me. Mr. Babydick.

Kevin kept asking me why I wasn't dating, and I just kept telling him I was too busy studying. We were both in the same Economics class. Economics 101.

I was doing really well, but poor Kevin just couldn't comprehend the complicated concepts of higher finance. Then we got an assignment to do a midterm paper, and Kevin really freaked out. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna bust this course and ruin my average," he moaned.

I wrote my paper with little difficulty, while he sat at his own desk in front of the computer screen with the title of his thesis displayed on the screen. "The hard dollar - Good for imports." There was nothing below the title. He sat and he fretted for two hours. He typed a line. Then he deleted it. He typed another line. Delete. It was painful to watch. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna fail Economics. I'm gonna get kicked out of school," he wailed.

"I'll write your paper for you," I told him.

"You will?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "We're friends. It's only right that I should help you."

"What a great roommate, I've got," he extolled. "What a pal!"

Needless to say Kevin got an A on his paper, as did I on mine. From that moment on we were so close. I don't think I've ever had a friend I cared about as much as I cared about Kevin. And he seemed to feel the same way about me.

Then one night he started on me. "I'm worried about you," he told me. "You never date. You have no girlfriends. What do you do for sex?"

"Nothing," I said. "It really doesn't interest me."

"Oh, sure," he said. "I saw how hot to trot you were that night with Lucilla, and then you acted so funny later on. What happened? Couldn't you get it up?"

"I got it up," I said.

"Then what?"

And now I started to cry. I sat down on the edge of my bed and wept into my hands.

"What is it, Sam? For Christ sake you can tell me."

"No I can't," I bawled.

"Yes, you can. Now what is it? What's wrong?'

"I'm not normal. I can never fuck a girl. Nevernevernever."

"Why not?" he asked. "I don't understand."

"This is why not," I said almost angrily, and stood up. I opened my belt and my pants button, and drew down my zipper. I eased my pants and underwear down my legs exposing my hideous disfigurement to him.

"Oh, Sam," he said. "I'm so sorry."

I just kept crying.

"When I tried to fuck Lucilla, it wouldn't even stay in. It's only an inch and a half long, and about as thick as a lipstick."

"Poor Sam. Sex is so incredible. Isn't there anything they can do?"

"No," I said. "I just never developed. It's too late."

"But you can get a hard-on?"

"Yes," I answered.

"I know you're gonna get mad at me, but in a way it's kind of cute."

"CUTE?" I snarled.

"Don't get mad," he said. "I knew you were gonna get mad. But it's kind of cute. Kind of pretty. I don't like looking at other guys with their big gross equipment, but yours is kind of attractive. Kind of like it was on a little doll. You could at least get sucked off. A girl could keep it in her mouth."

"What girl would I ever want to show this too, and what girl wouldn't be completely turned off?" I argued.

"Oh, poor Sam. Poor Sam. I wish I could do something for you."

"Well you can't." I said angrily.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" he asked me.

"No. That's okay. You can touch it if you want," I sniffled.

He reached out his hand and began circling my little penis which was growing harder and harder, and then cradling my little testicles in his palm.

"It's nice," he told me.

"For a doll," I said.

"I think it's pretty. I wondered why you always hid yourself when you changed clothes. Now I know. You'll never have to hide from me again."

Then I started to cry again. He put his arms around me and hugged me to his chest, and then I put my arms around him and held him. My dearest friend.

"Maybe I can do something for you," he told me.

"Like what?" I asked.

"You wrote that Economics paper for me and got me an A. I really owe you."

"You don't owe me anything," I protested.

"I just was thinking it would be nice if you could get sucked off. If you can't fuck, at least someone could suck you."

"Yeah, who?"

"I'll do it for you," he told me.

"You don't have to do that," I told him. "Isn't that taking gratitude to an extreme?"

"Let me do it for you, buddy. It's no big deal. I wouldn't mind at all. I want you to know what it feels like to come inside a hot warm nest."

I really did want to know what that would feel like, so after a few more half-hearted protests, I semi-reluctantly agreed. I got undressed and lay down on my bed, and my handsome strong heavy-cocked roommate crawled between my thighs. He stroked me with the most exquisite tenderness. Just having him stroke me like that would almost have been enough. I was sighing and moaning, and raising my hips off the mattress. Finally he lowered his head and scooped me in. All of me. Cock and balls. All. Everything was in his mouth and he was just running his tongue over every micrometer of my genitalia. I clutched onto the sheet and sighed. "Yes. Yes," I screamed. "Oh, Kevin. Thank you."

Then he let my balls slip out of his mouth and he closed his mouth around my stiff little stick and drew on it as if he were sipping an ice cream soda through a straw, and my god! I never even dreamed there could be feelings like this in this world. Oh my god!

"I'm cominnnnnngggg," I cried. He sucked it all out of me into his mouth and held me until I started to soften. Then he reached for the tissue box on the bed table, pulled out a tissue and spit my seed into it.

"Don't mind sucking it out," he said. "But don't want to swallow it. Nasty stuff."

I didn't care. What Kevin had done for me, no one ever in the whole world had done for anyone ever before in such an unselfish act of friendship.

"Thank you, Kevin," I told him. "That was great. That was so great."

"See. Your life doesn't have to be lonely and empty," he told me.

"Yeah," I said. But really who else would I ever have the nerve to show this to? I wouldn't even want to expose my shame to the lowest prostitute.

It didn't happen again. It was obvious that Kevin had done me a wonderful favor, but it was not to become a nightly happening. If only...

Then one night, Kevin got back to the room around 9 p.m. which was when the men had to leave the freshman women's dorms.

"Fuck," he cursed, and kicked the leg of his desk. Hard.

"What is it?" I asked.

"She's having her period and we couldn't fuck, and she wouldn't even suck me off. I've got fucking blue balls. I need to fuck a hot hole in the worst way."

"Oh, gee," I said.

"Look at this," he complained, and dropped his lower garments, and there was that big penis that I envied him for, except now it was stiff and red and throbbing. There was even a little sticky precum oozing out of the slit. I was fascinated with it. That beautiful penis. So stiff. So hard. So masculine. So everything. And his big heavy hairy beautiful balls swinging there."

"It's so beautiful," I told him. "You don't know how much I wish this were mine. You don't know how lucky you are, even if you have blue balls. Look at all the fucking you get to do, and I don't get to do."

"Yeah," he said, a little ashamed of himself. He knew I was right. He had so little to complain about. That beautiful big cock. So beautiful.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" I asked him.

"Hell, no. Be my guest," he invited. I wrapped my hand around it, and my fingers wouldn't even touch back to the base of my palm it was so thick around.

"That feels so nice," he said. "You have a gentle touch,"

Then I got an idea. He had taken me in his mouth. Why couldn't I do the same for him?"

"Do you want me to suck if for you?" I asked him.

"If you wouldn't mind, that would be great."

"It's what you did for me. It would be like repaying a favor."

"I did that for you. Not to get repaid."

"I know," I told him. "But I want to do it. You have such a beautiful dick. I want to feel it in my mouth. It's so beautiful. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He took off all his clothes and stretched out on his bed, his dick pointing at the ceiling. I got out of my clothes and climbed between his strong thighs. I caressed his dick, I caressed his balls, and then I was ready to know the taste of him. It was heady. My little dick stiffened out like a birthday cake candle, as I savored his flavors.

I like the roughness of his hairy balls as I rolled my tongue around each of them. And his thighs. And his groin. And then I took his penis into my mouth and began to suck on him.

"Oh, that's great," he said. "Thanks, Sam. What a good friend. Suck it. Suck my big dick."

And I sucked and sucked.

"I could lie like this and have you suck me all night," he told me. "You're the greatest.'

"Not that I would mind," I told him, "but I have a French exam tomorrow, and I have to study."

"I know. I know. I'm just a selfish male chauvinist pig who likes to get his rocks off."

"Can you come?" I asked him.

"I come better when I'm fucking," he explained. "I like getting sucked, but it doesn't really get me off."

"Did you want to fuck me?" I hadn't even thought of that.

"I need to come, Sam. I really need to come? Would you mind terribly?"

I thought it over for a few seconds and decided that I wouldn't really mind terribly if that big cock were stuffed deep within me. Way up in my asshole, where it would become almost like an organic part of me.

"I wouldn't mind," I told him. "I want you to."

"What a pal," he said. Then he got up and went over to his top drawer and got some lotion. He made me turn over onto my stomach, and he began to work the lotion into my hole. I liked it already. He worked his fingers around in my hole for a long time, stretching it, so it wouldn't hurt too much when he slid his big dick in. Then he slathered a handful of the lotion over his thick cock.

He poised himself over me and aimed his spear to enter directly into the bull's eye. He sank down deliciously into me until I could feel his whole weight balanced on my back on buttocks. He wrapped his arms around my chest and began to thrust gently with his hips. His big balls fell warmly between my thighs, right under my own little plum pits.

"Is it okay, Sam? I'm not hurting you too much, am I?"

"No. It hurt for a couple of minutes or two, but now it's okay. I like it. I like to feel it inside me."

"I never fucked an asshole before. I guess we're both virgins," he laughed. "I always wondered what anal would be like."

"Well, what's it like?" I wanted to know.

"It's glorious," he told me. "It feels different from a pussy. A pussy has a lot of nice suction in some girls, but it's not as tight as this. This is really nice. I love fucking your hot little hole, buddy. You like me fucking your hot little hole?"

"I love it, Kev. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I love your dick in me. I love it.

We just kept talking like that as his hips started battering into me, and it was never hard enough for me. I liked it so much. I squeezed my muscles around his dick to try to give him the suction that he said some girl's pussies gave him.

"Oh, yeah! That's so great. Fuck my cock. Fuck my cock. Suck the cum out of me, baby. Yeah. Oh, yeaaaaaahhhhhh." And he pressed against me in a new stillness as I could feel the seed flood out of him into my own body. He was organically a part of me now, and would be even after his cock slipped lazily from my hole.

"That was great, Sam. Thank you. Thank you, a million times."

"It was great for me also," I told him. And it was even better than he knew, because as he was pounding me, he pounded on a spot which caused me to shoot my own cum out onto his sheet, which he would soon discover.

"Looks like you came too," he noticed the damp spot.

"Yes," I said. "It was great."

"Damn! You should have told me. I like to hear stuff like that. 'Honey, I'm coming,'" and he made a high voice like a girl's voice which I really didn't like, but hell, what the hell, I came, he came, we were buddies, and we had had a good time. I hoped it would happen again.

It happened a lot. It turned out that Elizabeth was a really moody person, and he would often come back to the room steaming and frustrated, but happy in the knowledge that I was there to take care of him. And he was so nice about satisfying me orally every now and then. I knew he didn't love it, but he was such a good sport.

We managed to room together for all the four years we were in college, but then came graduation and my happiness was at an end.

I got a position as an assistant professor at Buxton College in the Southeast, and he and Elizabeth got married as they had planned and moved to Cincinnati, where he had obtained a position with a big engineering firm, Price, Preston and Prew. We did keep in touch by e mail. But my sex life was now over forever. I had no hope and no future. I had no one to love and no one who would ever love me, the man with the babydick

.

At first their marriage was okay, but then Elizabeth's moods started kicking in more and more often. I could tell Kevin was really unhappy. He told me he was thinking of leaving her, and he was glad that they had had no children.

"Do whatever you think is best," I advised him.

"It's gotten so that I hate this fucking cunt," he wrote me. "I just want to be out of here."

"Poor Kevin," I wrote. "I wish I could help you in some way."

And then he wrote me that he was leaving her. He had moved into a small apartment near his job, but he didn't even like his job anymore. He was just desperately unhappy. He remembered the happiness of our carefree academic days, and told me that I was so lucky to still be on a campus.

Then I didn't hear anything for a while. I kept writing him- "Is anything wrong?"

But all he wrote back was 'no'.

Then after a few months he wrote me the news. He had sent an application to Buxton College to become an assistant professor in the Engineering Department. They had hired him. We would see each other soon again. In September."

"Do you have an apartment yet?" I wrote.

"No," he answered.

"Well, my place is pretty big. Why don't you stay with me, at least until you get yourself settled?"

"Great idea," he told me. "I was hoping you would ask."

And so when September came, and the new semester started, Kevin arrived at Buxton. He moved his things into my apartment. I gave him the guest bedroom.

After a few nights, I was lying on my bed, in my pajamas, reading, he came to my door clad only in his tight white underwear.

"This is silly," he told me.

"What's that?"

"Why am I in the guest bedroom?"

"You mean?"

"Yes. I can sleep in here with you. The bed is plenty big enough. And to tell you the truth, I'm dying to stick my cock into your tight hot hole again. I love it."

"I love it too," I told him. "I didn't want you to think I was making any demands on you for staying here, but that would make me happy also."

"Great," he said. He came over and we pulled down the covers. He took off his white tee shirt and under shorts and I stripped out of my pajamas. We got into the bed, and faced each other. He wrapped his arms around me. Then he kissed me. We had never kissed before. It was like a real love story. We kissed and kissed. We were together again. He gently massaged my tiny equipment, and then got down and bathed it with his tongue. Then he turned me over and began to bathe my back entrance. He climbed over me, and pressed himself into me.

Oh my god! This was so wonderful. So wonderful.

"I love fucking your hot hole," he said.

"Fuck me, Kev. Fuck me," I pleaded. "I want to have you inside me for always. Now and forever. Fuck me."

"You mean I can fuck you like this every night for the rest of our lives?"

"If you don't get tired of me," I told him.

"Baby. I'll never get tired of you. Now I know that you were my first and only great love. We're gonna be like this now and forever," he promised.

"Now and forever," I repeated in indescribable joy.