Olivers Adventures

OLIVER'S ADVENTURES

Chapter 13 (The Roommate II)

by Donny Mumford

Listening to my iPod, I'm checking my email. Joey, my roommate, is being well taken care of by his gymnast teammates so I'm enjoying some free-time. First, my parent's email. No surprises there. They got home fine and hoping I had a good first day. They're probably thinking back to my first day in high school, which was a nightmare, and they've got their fingers crossed that things are going well for me here. I reply, 'Things are going great for me so far, thanks!', then give an outline of my responsibility as my roommate's care giver, but make it seems simper than it actually is so they won't worry. Next is Alexander's email which, unfortunately, continues to reflect the same tone of his recent ones. Friendly, but not like, I can't wait to see you, Oliver. Not like that. It appears Alexander, like Cris, is less excited about seeing me then I am about seeing him. It's not like he says he doesn't want to see me, he actually says just the opposite, but it doesn't seem like he's excited about it. Alexander makes it all sound like we're arranging an appointment for a job interview or something. Very business-like. He doesn't have a free weekend in September, but says, 'October is looking good'. Hopefully he can fit me in some time in October. Maybe I need to rethink my feelings for Alexander. Right now my feelings about him are this: I really, really want to see him. I can't help thinking about all the hugging and kissing that we did together. His body feels good, and he smells good too, and I love how he taste. All that hugging and kissing started right after he sucked me off that first time. And that was right after he'd given me my hot haircut and I haven't had a haircut since. For me haircuts are a low priority item normally, but Alexander makes getting a haircut more like an event. It's hot because he's hot! I want to lay on his bare back and fuck him for at least an hour and then we'll hug and cuddle some, and later I'll do him doggy style and then we can hug and kiss some more after that...haha. In other words, reenact what we did last summer; this isn't rocket science, I want to have sex with him, that's all. He turns me on. I know I don't love him, but I like him a lot. We had fun with the sex for sure, but a lot of other kinds of fun too; just hanging out together was fun.

Those are the sort of things I think about when I'm thinking about Alexander. When Alexander is thinking about me it might be more like a big yawner to him. Like I mentioned, I need to think hard about Alexander and I'll have the rest of the month to do just that because Alexander's email goes, 'I'm overwhelmed with stuff for the rest of this month, Oliver. Let's shoot for sometime in October. That might work'. That puts me in a bit of a bad mood. So, getting up from my desk I switch my ipod to 'The Frey' and decide I need to get away from disappointing emails for awhile. I go downstairs and buy a coke from the dorm's vending machine. There are all sorts of snacks and soft drinks available from machines down in the finished basement of this huge old home that long ago was converted into a college dormitory. The room next to the vending machine room is the laundromat, which is convenient, but don't forget your wallet because it's pricey. By the time I get back to the room with my peanut butter crackers and my Coke I'm in a funk. How come I get so over the top attached to boys and they don't get the same way about me? I can't pretend to myself I'm not hurt that Cristobal could so easily blow me off, and that now Alexander is acting a lot less than thrilled about me visiting him. Those kinds of things hurt my feelings. Alexander tells me his barbershop is doing great business, but he doesn't mention anything about having a boyfriend, so why isn't he excited about seeing me. He was hot for me last summer. Fuck! This is putting me in a depressed frame of mind. Back at my lap top I decide I'll keep my reply to Alexander upbeat. I type, "Okay Alexander, whenever, dude. Just so ya know though, I can't wait to see you and I need a haircut bad so the sooner the better. Just mention a date that works for you and I'll make it work for me. Oliver.' Hitting 'send' I sit back in my desk chair trying to figure out my weird feelings at this moment. Rejection sucks of course, but I think my weird feeling is partially caused by that email that's sitting there blinking at me; the one from Frankie that I'm purposely leaving for last because I never know what to expect from him, and I'm afraid it will be bad news of some sort. I need good news where Frankie's concerned because I have unbelievably strong feelings for him. Feeling of need or infatuation or something that's strongly emotional when it comes to Frankie; feelings I've decided to call love.

Maybe I still don't know what love is, but the way I feel about Frankie is what I think love is. So, I'll check Frankie's email a little later, but right now I'll see what the North twins have to say. They always boost my self esteem with their undying love and admiration for me. Haha, that may be over-stating it a bit, but they do call me their other big brother and they never have anything but positive things to say about me. They say they love me and that sort of thing which makes me feel good. They also claim that I'm the big brother who pays attention to them. Not like Alexander who just wants to play golf with his buds and then, every so often, give the twins haircuts and then it's, 'run along boys'. I most certainly would never tell those two to 'run along boys'. I'd like to eat them. Carbon copy examples of all boy with perfect tight matching bodies and identical faces so cute you'll walk into a telephone poll staring at them on the street. I know what I'm talking about too because I've been looking at every boy that passes my way for the last ten or twelve years now. Nathan and Noah, in many ways, are immature for being almost sixteen, but that's because their parents have sheltered them and babied them all their lives. They go to exclusive private schools so they can be together all day at school, like they're together all the other times of their lives. Those two are inseparable which is fairly normal for identical twins, but the North twins definitely take it a couple of steps further.

They've sent me quite a few emails since we went our separate ways last summer after Wildwood. I'm still marveling at that fabulous happenstance of renting our summer place next door to Alexander and his brothers. Well, right now I need someone to pump me up and these two are perfect for that so I open their first email which starts-out, "Hi Oliver. We miss you something terrible and can't wait to see you. The earliest time we can get away from school will be during Thanksgiving break, but we want you to drive up to St John's Prep to see us sooner than that!! PLEASE!!." It's nice to be missed, but then they hit me over the head with this bit of news. 'Noah want's me to tell you that we know you're gay, Oliver. We've known almost from the first day on the beach, but we don't care about that. Why should we, our other big brother's been gay forever. Hell, we've started to curse, BTW. Hell, we hooked-up with you every chance we got last summer, so that proves we don't care about your gayness.' As I'm reading their email I'm thinking, 'What next?' The twin's email continues with, 'Last summer Noah and I went back up to the house to find you when you were late coming down to the beach. Remember, you were later than normal that first day after you met Alexander? We told you then that we almost came up to get you and you said, 'Oh, don't do that'. Well, Noah just knew you were up to something and we wanted to find out what it was, so when you were late again the next day we went to investigate. I didn't want to spy on you at first, but Noah said to me, 'What if Oliver is in some kind of trouble and needs our help?' So, anyway, we snuck up and looked in your bedroom window and saw you fucking, we say fuck a lot now too; we saw you fucking Alexander. We didn't have any problem with that and so we didn't bother to bring it up to you until now." I can't believe what I was reading and I can't imagine where this is leading, but I need to stop and get away from this email; get away from all these emails. I go for a walk smoking my Marlboro lights while trying not to think about anything. Thinking about nothing isn't possible for me though, and it seems to me that every single plan I had for my first college year is going up in smoke already. I don't know about Frankie yet, but my premonition is that it's not going to be good news. Cristobal is history and Alexander has other things besides me on his mind. And, the knowledge that the twins had seen Alexander and me fucking is very disturbing. My face gets hot and red just from thinking about that.

Damn, I feel embarrassed just thinking about being with the twins on the beach after having had sex with their brother, and the boys knowing I'd just had sex with their brother, and they knew we were doing it every frigging day too. Jesus! Awkward doesn't do that situation justice, it's way beyond awkward. I feel like such a dick. Outsmarted by the twins. And how about all the hugging the twins and me did and all the ass and balls grabbing in the ocean when all along they knew I was gay. Damn, my face is going to burst out in flames. Outsmarted by the twins indeed. How can I face them, and I wonder if Alexander knows that the twins know? This sucks! Smoking two quick cigarettes makes me feel a little sick to my stomach so I head back to get an anti acid tablet and maybe finish reading Nathan's email. Maybe I've read all the bad stuff and something good develops as it goes on. What the hell, I got plenty of time because Joey won't be ready to leave his gymnastic buds for an hour or so. And, thinking about Joey, I marvel at how ironic it is I initially thought I was having terrible luck getting assigned to be his care giver, when it turns out instead that he's the best thing that's happened to me so far at the university. The things I expected would be awesome are turning out to be big disappointments, and what's the story with that Randy guy that I met through Joey? Possibly something hot might develop there before the semester is over. Feeling a little more optimistic thinking about that Joey and Randy, I open the front door of the dorm and run right into a kid coming out. He knocks me up against the door jam as he grunts, "Watch where you're going, asshole!" My automatic response is to say "I'm sorry", which I do but it doesn't help. The other kid gets real pissed-off, and says, "You dumb shit, look at this." He's pointing at his polo shirt where a coffee stain is shining wetly. I guess his coffee spilled on him when we collided. I go, "Oh man, I'm really sorry. I didn't see you coming out. Ah, can I wash your shirt for you, or something?" This kid's big, in a squat kind of way. Maybe an inch shorter than me, with an extra eighty pounds on him. Not some fat slob though, it's hard fat with muscles. A lot of real white skin showing with big freckles on his face; on his bare arms too. Dark red hair cut in a military flat top with shaved sides. Big face with pinkish eyes, and he's breathing nosily through his nose making a wheezing sound with each exhale, plus he never quite closes his mouth. I get this feeling that he's always looking for trouble because he's a familiar type from my high school days. We had tough farm boys types like this and they were always bullies. This kid might have been a farm boy, but if he was he's a smart farm boy because you don't get into the University of Pennsylvania unless you're smart.

When I offer to wash his shirt he grabs a fist full of my T-shirt twisting it as he pulls me roughly over to him, and snarls, "Are you trying to be a wise ass, ya skinny punk?" breathing his bad breath in my face along with an offensive spray of spittle. "Na, no ,na I..that is.." My stuttering is the last straw for him I guess because he whacks me across the top of my head with his fat, open hand. "Keep out of my way girlie-boy. I do not like fags!" and then he shakes me which rips my t-shirt at the neck. One more smack across my forehead and he rips my tee almost off me, saying, "We're even now ya little cunt." Then a push up against the door jam again and he walks away, saying over his shoulder, "Ya got me on a bad day kid, but anyway now ya know; don't fuck around with me. You need to stay out of my way!" The door slams behind him. I get tears of rage in my eyes and a thumping heart. It's was so fucking unfair! He didn't see me coming in the door any more than I saw him coming out. Plus, I said I was sorry even thought we were both equally to blame. He didn't care, instead he beats me up because, well, because he can. This is turning out to be a horrible, horrible start to my college career. And, that fat bastard is in this dormitory too, so I'm going to have to be on the lookout for him all the time now. I feel like the girlie boy cunt he called me too because I hadn't put up any kind of resistance. At the least I could have verbally stood up for myself except, after my terrible high school experience, I'm not used to being confrontational. I got in the habit of being passive because that served me well in high school.

I go in my room and lay down on, but I won't let myself cry, which is what I feel like doing. All my energy went into not crying and I don't. A small victory, but I feel so lonely and lost. I want to go home, back to my old room and during the day work on the loading dock with Frankie. For laughs Rocky could just be himself, which is funny enough even when he isn't trying to be. Frankie and me would eat each others lunch every day and swap spit and get our wet boners bumping against one another. Then when Frankie is out sick or something little Pete can suck on my fingers and then give me a rough fuck with his huge cock in the lavatory, or I'd give him a good fucking when his hole isn't too sore. That's what I want to do. What I do instead is fall asleep. My cell phone wakes me. It's Joey wondering where I am. He sounds like he's in an echo chamber; it's the speaker phone mode he's forced to use because both his arms are in a plaster casts, "No hurry though, Oliver. Whenever you get here is fine. It's so much fun watching these gymnast go through basic routines." I ask, "How did Randy look?" Joey's like, "Randy? Oh, the kid from lunch? I don't think I saw him after we left you. I'm with just the freshman. How you doing?" I tell him I feel a little sick, nothing serious. Turning off my lap top I head over to pick him up feeling better because Joey's a bright spot for me. I leave the rest of those depressing emails for later. It nice knowing I'd be with Joey soon. Like I said, he's the best thing at college by far. I'll bet that boy needs another bath before bed too. That perks me up as I play with myself on the way over I'm thinking there's a chance I'm too obsessed with boys. By the time I arrive at the gym I'm feeling pretty good.

What a cute, warm smile I get from Joey when he sees me. It's only a five minutes walk back to our dorm which is a good thing because Joey has to pee badly. I jogged him back and almost spill him out of the wheelchair coming off a curb too fast. We get to laughing at that as Joey says, "Fuck, Oliver, I'm going to pee my pants as it is. Don't make me laugh." It's odd how comfortable we are with each other already. In our bathroom I get Joey on the toilet and hold his dick for him as he pees. I need to bend over to do that and I let my forehead rest on his shoulder. He leans his head against mine. Neither of us says anything, and it's sweet. After his pee he asks me to share a smoke, with him still sitting on the toilet. We're not suppose to smoke in the rooms, but before I can mention that, he says, "Run for the hills, Oliver. I've been holding this fart in for two hours and I've got to do a dump too." He doesn't have to tell me twice. At my desk I hear his long, loud motorboat fart followed by, "Ahhh, ohhh yeah" as his doody plops into the toilet water. Shortly I hear, "Get in here now and wipe my ass, Oliver". I do it, but his pretend way of ordering me to do it gets us laughing again. We're in silly moods, like Frankie and me got into a lot, and I'm happy to be in this silly mood rather than the gloomy mood I'd been in earlier.

Later in the dining hall I tell Joey about my encounter with the dormitory bully. Joey's appalled that something like that would take place here and now that I think about it, I am too. It's just that I was kind of use to it in high school as I mentioned before. No, that kind of thing wasn't all that rare at a high school in the western part of upstate Pennsylvania, in my experience anyway. Halfway through dinner two guys come over to join us at our table. Gymnast of course, but neither of them is Randy. Mac somebody and I didn't get the other kid's name. These guys are really built too and actually are too musclebound in their chest, shoulders, and biceps for my taste, but probably would turn on plenty of other gay guys. Neither of them seems gay in the least and neither of them is particularly cute either. And to be honest, they pretty much ignore me as I feed Joey. The three of them talked exclusively about esoteric gymnastics stuff. That's fine with me because it gives me time to think more about the North twins. I'm trying to figure out why they decided to tell me all that stuff about me being gay now? Is it to warn me that their parents know about it too, and that I may not be welcome to visit the twins because of it. Maybe this is why Alexander is kind of cool towards the idea of me visiting. I'm starting to get anxious now to finish reading Nathan's email; still nervous about it, but curious too.

After dinner the four of us end up at the gymnast dormitory where we watch the Phillies lose another baseball game; not that I care because I'm a Pirates fan. No beer or anything, just Gatorade. Later, back at our room, I get Joey in the tub again and do a shortened version of last night's bath. No boner in the tub so I don't mention a jerk-off. As I'm getting him out of the bath Joey reminds me I need to put the cream on his rash. I was going to do that anyway, but I'm glad he was the first one of us to bring it up. With Joey laying in bed on his stomach I first do the massage routine and I can feel how relaxed and loose Joey's body is while I'm doing it. Just limp, or as Daddy/Glen would say, 'docile'. Spreading the cream between Joey's hard buttocks and being sure all the red areas are covered, and then gently pressing on his hole until my finger slides in. This time I push in all the way past both joints and up to my index finger's knuckle. Looking at the side of Joey's face to see if there's any negative reaction; his eyes are barely closed, slightly fluttering, and he's gently biting his lower lip. I slowly finger fuck him with the entire length of my finger, maybe a half dozen times and he moves his head on the pillow the way you do when something is feeling real good. When I pull my finger all the way out, he involuntarily moans, "Ahhh ohh". Putting more lube, er, Desitin on my finger I pushed back in and finger fucked him until he says, "Oh, Oliver, I'm going to cum." He lifts his crotch up a bit and shoots a lot of spunk on the sheet. With each spurt of cum his hole closes tightly on my finger and both of his strong, perfectly shaped buttocks closed on the lower part of my hand. I honestly don't believe I could have pulled my finger out even if I wanted to, which I don't. Imagining my boner in there instead of my finger causes the front of my cargo shorts to bulge out and a small wet spot quickly soaks through. At this point I involuntarily, like Joey, go, "Ahhhh ah". Joey said, "Oh, man. I'll never be able to repay you for taking care of me so well, Oliver. I'm so grateful!"

In the bathroom I pull out my t-shirt to cover the wet pre cum spot on my shorts and then grab a dampened washcloth. At Joey's bed I help turn him over, away from the cum, and clean him up being extra conscientious about cleaning his dick as he grunts quietly, sucking on his lips. Is Joey gay? I need to ask myself that question again, but I'm not asking him because so far this arrangement is very acceptable to me. When it's unreasonable to continue cleaning his cock and balls any longer, I get a pair of clean boxers for him and then help him hop over to his desk where he sits in front of his laptop to go on line. Changing his messy sheets, giving him a grin to show I don't mind changing his bedding, I go in the bathroom for my shower. With the shower running and me doing short fast breathing, I jerk off quickly and almost pass-out with the force of my ejaculation. That kid's body gets me hot. After my shower I don't want to ruin my good frame of mind so I don't go back to my emails. Joey and me stay awake and have a long bullshit session telling each other about our lives. I tell him about the death of my best friend, Tyler, and we commiserated about our loss of best friends. He tells me, just as I'd suspected after meeting his mother, that he's adopted, but he was adopted when he was one day old so he's spent his entire life in the Gallo family. No brothers or sisters. His father travels all the time for his job as a business consultant. A great guy when he's home, but he's not home very often and maybe that's because of Mrs Gallo, although Joey doesn't say that. On and on we go, taking turns telling each other stuff about our past. Joey never mentions a girl friend, dating, or anything at all about his sexuality. Neither do I.

We get to sleep about four o'clock in the morning and sleep-in the next day till almost two o'clock in the afternoon, which means we missed the last orientation meeting, but we don't care all that much about it; it's more important that we bonded during our bull session last night. After helping Joey with his bathroom stuff, I get him situated him on his stomach again for the diaper rash cream, which is what it actually is. The rash is almost gone already, but neither Joey nor I mention that minor detail. It's boner poppin' for me just thinking about finger fucking him again and for his part Joey is impatiently squirming on the bed waiting for it too. Obviously it feels very good for him too, although its not clear if it's just relieve from the itching and dryness of the rash, or the finger fucking part. Hell, maybe it's both. Squeezing a lot of the cream on my finger, I spread it slowly up and down his ass crack and then, using my longer middle finger this time, I push my slippery finger all the way up his hole and fingered it with curving, long strokes over and over until Joey squeaks out, "Would you please help me turn over and then take care of my snake again, Oliver?"

Smiling to myself I mutter, "Sure, Joey," and as I help him turn over I can't tell who's breathing harder, Joey or me. His boner looks very long as it stands straight up from his dark pubic patch, and it appears to be vibrating. Taking it in my fist I stroke it with the longest strokes possible, from deep in his pubes up to the tip of his fat cock head and I swear I've never felt a harder boner. What a turn on seeing that swollen head of his cock drooling precum as the lips of the pee slit opens and closes repeatedly. I've never seen anyone's pee slit open as wide. Joey's needs to open very wide though because of the copious amounts of precum that's drooling out and running over the fingers of my fist and then down the long shaft of his pretty, tan boner to collect messily in his pubes. Pulling the uncut skin off the head of his cock when I stroke down and pushing it back up to cover part of the wet dark red cock head when I stroke up. It's mesmerizing to me, but after only three minutes, tops, Joey moans out a long, "Oooooooooh", arches his back and the first creamy cum spurts out of his pee slit followed immediately by a long, hard, fast moving string of cum that shoots out about three feet until gravity takes over and pulls it down and it lands as a three foot line of creamy wetness from his thigh to his ankle. Again Joey goes, "Ahhhhhhhh, oh oh oh" as he shoots a shorter version of the long cum blast and then a few little spurt follow; it's drooling cum that slowly runs over my fist to pool on his big oval, hairless, nuts joining the precum that ended up there earlier.

My lips parted, I stare at his boner in my hand wanting desperately to taste that creamy, white spunk, but of course I don't. Joey blows out a half dozen burst of air with his face red, then he mutters, "Fuck, Oliver. Damn, how do you do that? I never cum this hard jerking myself off. Oh my God that felt good. Thank you so much, man. I feel so close to you, Oliver. Like we've known each other all our lives. You're the best, dude ever, you really are." Smiling back at him weakly, then in a strangled voice, I mumble, "Thanks, same to you, be right back," and turn to walk quickly into the bathroom, licking some of his cum off my fingers as soon as I close the door. The taste of his cum has me moaning quietly to myself, my cock's painfully hard and I barely have the bathroom door closed before pulling my pants down and stroking my boner with a frenziedly desperate need to cum. Just thinking about my cock in Joey's hole is a huge turn-on. While jerking myself off I suck on the same slippery finger that was in Joey's asshole and almost immediately fire a stream of cum up onto the medicine cabinet mirror; my balls aching with the effort. Breathing hard with my heart pounding like drum, I savor the sensation of climaxing while wondering, what is it with Joey and me? The after effects of my orgasm sizzle about my body doubling me over at the intensity of them. All these fabulous sensations spreading from my groin all around my pelvic area get my eyes to blinking and it's so ridiculously awesome I grunt out a laugh looking at myself in the cum-stained mirror; I'm doubled over with a red face, and this is just from jerking Joey and myself off. What the hell would happen if we ever have real sex together? A heart attack comes to mind. Holy shit, this is wicked hot. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, coming down from that high, I all of a sudden feel self-conscious. Joey obviously knows that I just jerked myself off, so now what do I do? Picking up another damp washcloth I clean the mirror and put myself and my clothes back together and sheepishly go back out to face the music. Joey's grinning from ear to ear when he asks, "How was it?" I smirk, muttering, "I'm sure I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." We both smile and I clean up the cum Joey shot all over himself. "I never knew college was going to be this much fun. Did you Oliver?" I go, "Sup?" and we both laugh, but there's no reference of anything having to do with our masturbation morning.

First day of classes tomorrow morning, so we've carefully double checked that we have all the books we need, and we verify when and where we need to be and how to get there; we're ready, and we're anxious to get going with our freshman year at this prestigious Ivy League school, the University of Pennsylvania. Having the same schedule is a huge help and it's kinda fun being together all day too. Joey and I have become tight already. The intimate nursing care is obviously a big factor in that, but we sincerely like each other as well. I couldn't hope for a better roommate; probably the best roommates in the entire history of the University. We'd already slept through most of this day so after a quick lunch I need to hustle Joey to his gymnastic practice. Then I go back to the room to finish Nathan's email and maybe peek at Frankie's. Scanning down Nathan's email to the spot I'd left off; ah yes, he'd just explained how he and Noah spied on me and Alexander and caught us in the act of fucking. The email goes on, 'Noah and I weren't all that curious at the time, we'd just begun to think about sex back then. Remember our ball grabbing in the water, Oliver? Fun, huh? Noah suggested to me that we start doing it with you so we could begin learning about stuff like sex. We felt a lot of your boners too; bet you didn't know that! Ah Ha! Gotcha!! Lately we've really begun getting into the whole sex topic thing and we're wondering what it's all about. We want to try it." The twin's email is one of the most unexpected thing that's ever happened to me, and considering my experience with Daddy and Cristian, that's saying something. Believe it or not I'm almost afraid to read on, but read on I do, 'Of course we went right to our brother for help, but he said flat-out that he would not help us with it. We're fuckin pissed and bull-shit dammit about that. We're late bloomers sex-wise, but we got the full package now and Noah says we need to learn how to damn fucking use it properly, metaphorically speaking. We've decided to start with gay sex and after we learn all about that we'll move on to straight sex with a female partner. Who the female is going to be has yet to be determined.' Ha ha, Nathan hasn't got the cursing down yet, putting in curse words randomly, but what the hell, this is more and more unbelievable with each paragraph. Fuck! I need to look away from my lap top. The twins want lessons on how to do gay sex? The matter-of-fact way Nathan is describing all this is weird too.The email finishes with, 'Noah feels it's best we find out about gay sex first, and since you and Alexander are gay, and Noah and I can practice on each other, we figure you two should teach us. But, our damn fucking hell of a golf-pro barber brother won't even consider it. He's afraid mother will find out and kill him, which she probably would... lol. So, that leaves our other gay big brother, Oliver, and that means you. You need to give us lessons and instructions on all the different ways to have gay sex. We've seen gay sex on the porn sites of course so, once we know basically what's up, but not specifics. Once you teach us Noah and me will go at it on each other for one entire semester. Than we move on to learning all about hetero sex which needs the female, of course. Noah says surely one of the hot young female teachers here will be interested. What do you think? Love, Nathan and Noah.

What I think is I can't fucking believe what my eyes are reading, that's what I think. There's innocence and then there's cluelessness, which is where the twins reside! Damnit! Nathan types, 'please see second email.' What the fuck is it now? I fumble with the keys on my lap top trying to bring up the other email, and there it is. Nathan continues in his methodical manner, 'We never mentioned to Alexander that we know you're gay and that we know you had sex with him, so he knows nothing about that. He thinks by turning down our request for gay sex lessons that will put an end to it. Ah ha! Wrong again Alexander. We have another gay brother up our sleeve. So Oliver, who Noah and I love, please be our gay sex teacher!!!!!!!!!!!' Then the boys typed a list of probable lessons..

"(1) kissing and use of the tongue like we see in some gay porn pics on various sites

(2) hand fondling of the other boy's body and penis and scrotum and rear-end while kissing (is that body licking of boy's tits we see in some pics?)

(3) eight or ten different ways to masturbate

(4) lots of ways to masturbate another guy or doing it together

(5) ways to suck guys off (Noah says there must be a dozen different ways, but we're not sure)

(6) rimming... (once again we're not positive what this is. It couldn't possibly be licking another guy's ass hole, could it? That's what it looks like though.)

(7)and the big one... fucking and all the positions that it can be done in. We'll want to try them all, but we both like the idea of starting with the first one we saw you using to fuck our brother; him on his stomach and you on his back.

First you teach us about all this stuff, items #1 thru #7....then you do each thing to each of us a couple of times till we learn it...then Noah and me will try to do them to you and to each other. How does this sound to you Oliver?'

This is insanity! That's how it sounds to me! Teaching the twins gay sex. Ha ha ha, actually I think it would be more fun to demonstrate oral sex on their special little peckers with my nose buried in their sparse pubes. The rimming lessons should be fun too. I'll rim Nathan until he shoots off his baby-boy spunk all over Noah. But, in reality I can't really do any of that. They're naive, barely sixteen year old, boys who are about as mature as eleven year olds. I can't take advantage of them. Going out for a walk around the campus again, I chain smoke trying to think how to answer the twin's email. Smoking my last cigarette, thinking that this isn't a simple problem at all. It's very cute of course, but what if I say no and they go to some pedophile on line for their instructions? What then? Damn, I'm in the middle, but I can't do anything, even answer the boy's email, without consulting Alexander first. Trying to think about the situation from every point of view, I always came back to Alexander. He's their real brother and I'd be totally irresponsible if I didn't include him in on this development. Alexander already told them "NO" so he may want me to say the same thing, and if he does, I definitely will by blaming Alexander so the twins won't be pissed off at me. Except there's that chance the boys won't give-up and will get hooked-up with the wrong person. Oh fuck!!! I got to talk with Alexander and that's all there is to it. Alexander's like me, we don't do much talking on the phone. Cell phones are for convenience and emergencies as far as we're concerned, but since this is an emergency I'm going to call him. His shop closes at six o'clock so I'll call a little after six tonight. Maybe I'll be able to detect something from Alexander's voice to give me a clue about him and me. First and foremost the twins, I know we have to resolve that, but I'm still concerned about me and Alexander? I wish he didn't get me so hot, but other than Pete, Alexander's the only boy I've ever fucked and I like it; not as much as the other way around, except Alexander's terrible at being a top. Of course, that could change, and wouldn't that be sweet.

Then, walking back to the dorm, I let myself fantasize that Alexander wants me to do this sex thing with the twins and I start getting a boner. Those boys are so choice, so hot, so yummy, but there too young and naive for me. I'd probably spontaneously climax if I even saw their duplicate naked bodies standing in front of me, with their identical belly buttons and below that their light blond pubes and then below that their perfect cocks and balls swinging between their perfectly hairless skinny legs. I suppose, to do the proper job, I'd have to begin by closely examining and feeling every inch of their bodies, with special attention to the private parts; both front and rear. I'd probably need to examine their bumpers for quite a long time using my tongue through part of the exam too. Oh my God, I need to sit down, which I do on a conveniently placed bench. After a bit I settle down and let the real world back into my brain. I need to get Joey at the gym before five-thirty and I easily do that. Joey's psyched about the gymnastic team and excitedly tells me all about it as I try paying attention. He needs to use the toilet, so after that he gets set up at his desk checking emails, which he gets a lot of. That's not surprising; he must be very popular and he was on the gymnastic team too; teammates tend to stay in touch. Then, at a little after six o'clock I tell him I need some air and wander outside to nervously make the cell phone call to Alexander's barber shop. Nervous for a couple of reasons. One, I don't know what kind of reception I can expect from Alexander, and two, just bringing up this matter of the twins may makes me seem perverted, but what else can I do? There's no way around it, talking to Alexander is positively necessary.

He answers on the second ring by automatically giving the shop's name and saying that he's sorry, but they're closed. I try being funny, "But, but this is a emergency; don't ya understand fool, I need a haircut tonight." Alexander's chuckling, "How's my favorite white bread. I hope you're skinny ass is close by for a surprise visit because I miss you and I want to taste that cock of your's sooooo badly. I want to lick your hole and have you fuck me till I squeal like a banshee. Where are you, bro?" Well, that sounds encouraging. He's excited that I might be in the area and I hear disappointment in his voice when I tell him I'm still an hour and a half away, at school. We small talk over top of each other for a minute and then I asked about us getting together. The problem for Alexander has been, first and foremost, finalizing the week he'd be away at a hair stylist convention in Atlantic City. Also, his biological father wants Alexander to visit him in Texas and there's been a problem getting someone to cover for Alexander at the shop during his absence. Further complicating Alexander's life is the slowness of the breaking-in process for his recently hired barber, who will keep business going when Alexander's not there. All legitimate reasons for his inability to set a date for us to get together, and how tedious is a working man's life. But, the long and the short of it is that Alexander does want to see me for fun and games just as much as I want to see him for the same things. I'm relieved to realize this. Emails can't convey tone like Alexander's voice. It sure makes me feel better about myself because someone still considers me their sex buddy. I don't know about Frankie because I'm afraid to read his email, although I've got to do that soon.

Alexander and me make a firm date to get together the second Saturday in October, and just knowing a date has finally been set makes me feel so good it's a bit embarrassing; am I that horny? No getting around it I'm excited and aroused! And it's also nice that I didn't detect the slightest feminine sound from him. I'm pretty sure his business requires he not sound or act feminine. I want to get my hands in his dense hair and taste his mouth and he give me the best blow jobs! With that settled, I hesitate for a second trying to get the courage to bring up the reason for the call. Alexander recognizes my hesitancy, and goes, "Oh no, what is it, Oliver? Something bad?" Then I come right out with it, "We got problems with the twins." After I explain what I know and Alexander is shocked. He didn't know about the twins spying on him and me having sex. Then, the idea that they want me to do the sexual training gets Alexander talking fast. "You gotta do it for them, Oliver. I've been so worried that they'll get some pervert with a loose screw in his head taking advantage of them. I can't get up there because I work six days a week and I have all this other stuff going on in my life right now; plus, Mom would kill me if she found out. She'll kill you too, but she won't find out if we play it right." There's relief and hope in his voice as I groan uncomfortably because, as hot as the twins are, I really don't want to do this! Alexander goes on and on about how he's been worried sick about this whole situation and now with me in the picture he has hope it might work-out okay. "Oliver, when these boys get their teeth into something they're like bull dogs and they won't let go till they get what they want. And hell, they have been more than a little bit spoiled by all of us all their lives, so they're use to getting their way. Please do this for them and for me; then he gives a nervous laugh trying to make light of it, but the idea of having sex with the twins is almost too much to grasp at this point, although talking with Alexander made me very hungry for him.

Passing the twins' situation on to me, Alexander goes on to telling me what he intends to do about my haircut next month. I'm leaning up against a brick wall outside our dorm, not paying too much attention to that, as I unconsciously groped my junk trying to get my head around teaching Nathan and Noah gay sex; it's so fucking awkward there aren't words to describe it. God dammit! Then I hear giggling. Looking up I see three girls staring at me from the brick sidewalk, miming me playing with myself. My face gets red and hot as sweat pops out on my forehead. I stop the groping of course, but the girls have already turned the corner. Hmmm, I think I recognized one of the girls as a gymnast. Joey was talking with when I picked him up earlier today. Life sucks some times. "Are you still there, Oliver?" Alexander asks. What the hell? Oh yeah, my cell phone. I tell Alexander about getting caught just now playing with myself and he laughs which I finally join in on. Yeah, it is pretty funny and his laughter is contagious anyway. Feeling good that we're buds again; well, we had been all alone, but I wasn't sure about it till this phone call. The last thing he says is, "Did Nathan tell ya about their foot fetish? It's pretty funny, Oliver." I'm like, "Foot fetish? No, I didn't hear about that." Alexander says he needs to get going, but that I should email and ask the twins about it. Then it's, "I am so glad you called, Oliver. What a load off my mind now that you're gonna mentor the twins with this crazy idea of there's. I really love ya, man. Can't wait to fuck you good, bro...Ciao, you cute, hot thing!" I think, 'Fuck me good? Is that what he said?' It's probably a slip of the tongue, but speaking with him has put my mind at ease. About Alexander I mean. The twins require some serious thinking. Adjusting my package again, I close my cell phone and hear more giggling. What the fu...? It's two of the same girls walking back the other way now, and they're pointing at their crotches. I look down and somehow I've sprung a boner; my bulging crotch males it obvious, and I again get the red hot face with sweat drops running down the sides of my forehead. FUCK! The girls walk on laughing and shouting something at me about a sleeping bag. For the tent...? I didn't catch it all. Hurrying inside I wonder how I get myself into so many embarrassing situations. Ya know, I hope my boner is because I'm thinking about me and Alexander, and not because of the twins.

In our room Joey's laughing as he and some bud from high school exchange dirty jokes on line. He gives me his cute grin and wiggles his fingers at me as I go to my desk. On line I email the twins explaining I'd talked this sexy stuff over with Alexander and he endorsed me being their sex counselor, but I still need to talk myself into it. Then curiosity gets the best of me and I ask about the foot fetish Alexander mentioned. Then, what the fuck, I open Frankie's email and the first word in the first sentence is the last word I want to read in an email from Frankie, and that word is 'Darleen'! The email starts off fine, with the salutation, "Hi Olive", but then it goes down hill fast after that, "This is a surprising development, Oliver, but Darleen and I had a long talk the first night here at West Chester University. We'd signed-up for this co-ed dorm way last Spring and we stayed up almost the whole first night talking about all the experiences we've been through together. It brought back a lot of memories. She admitted to me she's been a total bitch (her word, Oliver) for some time now too, and she's sorry because it's a lot her fault (and some your's) that she and me broke-up. She's determined to win me back and to that end she's already lost eleven pounds and her minimum goal is to lose another twenty-five pounds." I stop reading for a second and scream "FUCK! FUCK!" Joey asks, "What's wrong?" I tell him I bit my tongue, he said "Oh, sorry to hear it, dude" and he goes back to "messengering" or whatever he's doing. So Darleen wants to lose thirty-six pounds and win back Frankie. If she thinks getting her weight under 200 pounds is all it takes, she's in for a surprise. Of course she doesn't weigh two hundred pounds, I'm just royally pissed off at this turn of events. That snatch simply will not go away! Going back to Frankie's email, I read, 'Darleen feels we (her and me) need to begin an active sexual relationship immediately. She feels her lack of attention to my needs has allowed you to step in and take....well, again, these are her words, not mine...take advantage of me." I knock the lap top over screaming, "FUCK YOU, BITCH!" Joey turns around again and asks, "Your tongue again Oliver?" He said it in such a funny way I had to blurt out a laugh. He knew I hadn't bitten my tongue in the first place. I go, "No, I bit my lip this time." He says, "Well at least ya didn't bite your dick." And I laugh again because he has this pretend serious dumb look on his face just that makes me laugh. "When we going to dinner?" he wants to know. Just seeing him makes me feel better, I go, "Soon, ya hot shit ...soon."

Frankie's email went on a rant about how he didn't want me to feel hurt or angry because, after all, I know how he feels about me; it's just that he can't say the words as easily as I can. He explains that since I'm gay I can say stuff about love, but Frankie's straight and that stuff doesn't come as easy for straight guys. He went on again about him knowing positively he isn't gay and except for a few times with me, and the times that queer maniac Fallon had forced him into it, Frankie's never had anything remotely to do with 'queer stuff'. With me it's somehow, he says, different because he does it to help me out and because he doesn't want me to have to turn to a pervert for someone to fuck me. He's happy he's able to help me, but he's really looking forward to having sex with Darleen so he can prove to everyone once and for all that he's not gay. On and on... he knew he'd love hetero sex and, except for making a random exception in my case, he'd never ever do any of the gay stuff again. BUT, he and me will be the best and closest buddies ever in the world and, as he said earlier, once in a while as a favor to me, he'd fuck me as much as I want him to. A rambling email that's hard to follow at times. He ends with, "Please, please, please don't be mad at me Oliver. You mean so much to me, you really do. Email me back and tell me that you L... me. You know what I mean. Your best bud ever, (who feels the same way for you) Frankie" The gist of all this is Frankie loves me and will have gay sex with me, but he really wants to do hetero sex with Darleen because he's not gay and because, even though he's never had sex with a female in his total nineteen year on this particular planet, he's absolutely positive he'll love the hetero sex much, much more than that nasty queer stuff; that same queer stuff that he'll nonetheless do for me as long as I want him to, and since we're the best, closest buddies the world has ever seen, and because he knows I'm gay and in love with him, that means I'll want him to, and therefore he will get to fuck me just about forever, but he'll be doing all that fucking of me as a straight dude because he'll have his hefty wife Darleen at his side proving he's not gay, he's just helping out his good bud, who sadly, is gay... or, something to that effect.

Out loud I said, "Fuck you, Frankie" and slammed my lap top shut. Joey makes no comment, just turns and gives me a concerned look; kind of a look indicating I have his support in whatever it is that's upsetting me. That's how I interpret his look and I feel a strong urge to kiss him on his cute, but almost too big nose. He's so innocent and cute looking, and it's so beautiful when the boy smiles, as the song goes. I'm a year older than Joey because I took that year off from school when Tyler died, but Joey looks even younger then me. All of a sudden he adverts his eyes so I guess I was making gooey eyes at him again. Damn, I gotta watch myself or I'll scare him off. I say, "I'm okay now, Joey. Let's eat." Even as I'm helping Joey get in his wheelchair I'm already aware I didn't mean my nasty comment about Frankie. You can't turn love on and off; once it's on, it takes a lot to turn it off. I don't want to think about it right now through. I ruffle Joey's hair, asking, "Shampoo after dinner?" Joey said, "Oh, can't we do all the things again tonight, Oliver?" Hot damn, and then I mutter, "Sure, Joey. Whatever ya want, dude," trying not to drool. We have an okay dinner and afterwards we do the shampoo, the bath, and the jerk-off. I jerked him off in the tub and he leaned his head next to mine very sweetly the whole four minutes. I could feel him giving my neck a tiny baby kiss that almost had me blowing a load in my shorts. I let my lips brush his cheek quickly when he was finished firing off his four shots of cum and then kept my arm around his neck until he'd calmed down from the climax. We didn't discuss the cuddling or the little kiss, but I feel very protective of him. I hate to admit it, but I can see why Darleen got so possessive of Frankie after being his primary care giver for a while. Naturally, I'd never hold it over Joey's head like that bitch does to Frankie, you can be damn sure of that. This kid means a lot to me and I'm going to take good care of him. Laying on his stomach on his bed I cream his asshole and ass crack getting some finger fucking in during the whole process and it's time for bed.

We get to sleep and wake up well rested, ready to experience our first day of college life. Unexpectedly, each of our four professors spend a lot of time telling us we probably won't make it because the work's too hard for lazy nitwits like us freshman; that's basically what they're telling us in so many words. There's certainly a lot of work that needs to be done out of the classroom for staters, and right from the first day too; they hadn't exaggerated that. From day one the work load is at a heavy level. Joey is real smart though and I am too so we worked out a way that one of us did this and one of us did that; it went like that. It freed up a little time and Joey needs it because he also has the gymnastic practice to attend six days a week. I love working closely with him on our studies and quickly recognize that he, like Frankie, has his own personal smell which is very nice, and oh yeah, sexy-hot too. Of course I detected it while bathing him, but the more familiar it becomes, the hotter it is for me. We, of course, also continue the bathing, fingering, and jerking off ritual every day. We're in a routine now with no need to ask question, everything is automatic now and Joey's the cleanest invalid ever. His ass rash was completely cured by now, but we continue the treatment anyway, you know, just to be sure the rash doesn't reappear. When we run out of Desitin I began using creamy Vaseline which actually works better for the finger fucking. We're cautiously affectionate with each other with little things like letting our heads rest together when tired as we read a passage in a study guide or from the computer screen trying to figure something out. Or, during his bath the sides of our faces often rub against one another and sometimes our lips lightly drag across each other's cheek or forehead. I try the lightest kiss at the corner of his mouth one night as I jerk him off, but Joey turns his head away and quietly murmurs, "No, Oliver," so he must suspect now that I'm gay, but I'm not sure about him yet; and that's because our minor affectionate behavior might be because he feels close to me with all the intimacy involved in taking care of him. I'm happy for any touching he's willing to do. It's funny how quickly I get attached to certain boys, and I'm feeling more and more attached to Joey every day.

I'd emailed Frankie back the same night I'd read his email and told him I love him and that, "Sure, Darleen deserves another chance to win you back, so just let me know the results of the contest whenever it ends; if it ever does end". He emailed back ignoring my sarcasm saying, 'He hopes I'd be in his life forever, but for right now he's promised Darleen two months without, 'Him sticking his nose in our affairs.' Those are her words, Oliver meaning you. I'm being completely honest with you so I also gotta tell you that she can't stand you. Anyway, you know how I feel about you and I really miss seeing you, but I'll try the two months of her 'Oliver free zone', as Darleen calls it, and then email you back.' That's the crap he tells me; hard to believe I love someone so much who is so stupid, but I do. I'd like to hit that bitch Darleen in the back of her head with something heavy. Frankie says he's being completely honest with me, but I know he's not being honest with himself and I'm pissed about that. Whoever Frankie's with last, is the one he claims he loves. So now it's settled that I not only won't see Frankie for a least the next two months, I also won't be able to email him. That Darleen is afraid I'll talk some common sense into his thinking. I suppose two months is how long they figure they'll need for Frankie to successfully mount that cow. There's so much wrong with Frankie's thinking, but the bitch has brainwashed him so completely for so many years he can't easily escape her clutches. I have no realistic option except to give him the time to find out for himself what he already knows, but refuses to accept. Then the irony of all this hit me one afternoon while I'm waiting for gymnastic practice to end. Not only are Joey and I kinda reenacting Frankie and Darleen, with me in the role of the care-giving, Darleen, and Joey as Frankie the patient, but now, with Frankie trying to experiment with straight sex comparing it with gay sex, that's pretty much what the twins want to do. So, Darleen and me are playing the same role with that too; we're the counselors for both these bizarre situations. Darleen and me always playing the same part, we're just like two pees in a pod and that thought makes me want to hurl. After that revelation, I try not to allow another thought of Darleen to enter my head.

Now it's been two full weeks without me seeing or hearing from Frankie, and two weeks into Joey's a my college experience. I still think about Frankie everyday; not the viper though, I don't think about her, just Frankie. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself, but what the hell can I do. It hurts to be in a one-sided love affair and that's what I've been in pretty much from the first day I saw that bright red hair on that incredible cute boy. The one wearing those Harry Potter eyeglasses and who quickly captured my heart. He's so full of life and bubbling over with that crystal clear saliva that I'd love to taste again. What can I say, as much as I hate this fact, Frankie's on hold in my life and that is that although I miss him something terrible. Fortunately college provides a lot of things to occupy my mind and I do have Alexander to look forward to. Plus, Joey every day too and I enjoy every second of my time with him. The twins emailed saying this year's class work was a 'damn bitch' for them. It seems they took my acceptance of being their sex counselor for granted because they're use to getting their way. They glossed over the foot fascination thing saying they'd tell me about it when they saw me,'It gives us boners, Oliver. Weird, huh?" No mention of sex mentoring though, so maybe it's just a passing fancy for them. I hope so. It is a hoot in one way, but I need to admit it sounds kinda hot too.. I'll just have to wait on the boys. Meanwhile, Joey and me are getting the workload for our college courses under control. After two weeks we're just beginning to feel comfortable with it. As I said earlier, it helps tremendously that Joey and me have each other to share the load with. All we hear in class from other freshman is constant bitching about how hard it is keeping up. Joey says the ridiculous workload must be a form of hazing that the professors put on freshman to toughen us up. I say, "Uh huh," and then, practicing being cool, I say, "Sup, Joey?" He goes, "Sup with you?" and we do that for awhile, just screwing around.

It's a gorgeous Saturday in late September and I'd just dropped Joey at gymnastics practice. I love being with him and I also love the three hours or so each day when I'm not with him. Perfect day to be outside, but I need to do our laundry first so I resign myself to doing it. With Joey's old plastic laundry basket overflowing with our dirty clothes I head down to the laundromat with my pocket full of one dollar bills and lots of quarters. I'm wearing nylon basketball shorts again and on the way downstairs I thinking about another time I wore a pair of these silky things. It was my second day here when Joey and I had lunch with Randy and someone else whos name I've forgotten, is it Bob? Two gymnasts anyway, and I remember Randy alright. Walking back from lunch he pushed some of basketball short's material up my asshole with his finger as a joke. The 'Randy Rider Wedgie' I think that other kid called it. Jesus, that was uncomfortable, but sexy. I had to walk on my toes trying to pull the material out of my hole. Embarrassing, but boner inducing. I liked Randy of course, probably because he's cute and seemed interested in me. I've seen him a couple of times at the gym and one time he even came over and goosed me. He didn't say anything about getting together, he just winked at me. Yeah, he's the hottest thing I've seen on campus except for Joey, but Randy's a junior and maybe juniors don't hang with freshman. I'm still not sure know how things like that work yet. Thinking about that, my arms occupied with the laundry basket of dirty clothes, I back into the laundry room door pushing it open with my ass and once inside turn around too quickly, knocking a pile of clean folded clothes off a table that's too close to the door. Fuck, I'm clumsy. A fraction of a second later someone has a fierce hold on the back of my neck, shaking me. "You did that on purpose, ya little cunt" and then a big slap on my ass with the palm of his hand that causes me to drop my basket of clothes and yelp out. So totally unexpected was that smack, then three more hard smacks on my ass and, like always, fucking tears are popping out of my eyes as I yell, "Spot that! Fuck, that really hurts!" My plea is rewarded with another hard slap on my ass that has me squirming to get away, but the vice-like grip on my neck holds me in place. Both my hands go behind my neck grappling at that strong hand back there. The main problem is the thin flimsy material of my basketball shorts; they're not protecting my ass so it's almost like getting a spanking on my bare butt and the smacks really sting. Hercules twists me around some and with tears on my face, and for a brief second we see each other, it's that squat kid. The one who's coffee I knocked all over him on the second day I was in the dorm. "You again!" he snarls and bending me down away from him he smacks my ass some more. A continuos slapping of my ass that's red and burning like wild fire by now. The last smack did it; somehow my bladder refluxed and a short spurt of pee makes a big dark wet spot on my light blue basketball shorts. I'm stuttering now, "Yo, pa, pal, pa please, I said I was sorry. "Muscle man yells, "Shut the fuck up you stuttering dink, or I'll spank you all day."

He has me bent over, facing away from him so he hasn't see the pee stain and I don't want him to see it, so I stop squirming and keep quiet. He goes, "You're a total loser, we've established that. And I guess we've established that I've got an anger management problem when you're around me, so why don't you stay the fuck away from me?" I don't say anything because all I can think about is my stinging, burning ass and my peed-in shorts. He lets go of my neck, and says, "Just stay like that, don't move. Let me think." I stay bent over with my forearms on the folding table, looking away from him. He mumbles to himself, " Okay, I hate doing laundry and dorky you just knocked mine on the dirty floor." Then he speaks up louder, saying, "So, you're going to do me a favor and do my laundry for me. Right?" I don't say anything. Wild man says, "I can't hear you," and he grabs my neck again, asking my name. I tell him and he goes, "Oliver? That's the perfect name for you. You do me a favor and I'll do you one, okay Oliver?" I hesitantly ask, "What favor?" and he smacks my burning ass twice more really hard causing more pee to spurt out of my shriveled dick. Some pee's running down my leg now. He's taking a couple of deep breaths, and then says, " My favor to you Oliver, is I won't do anymore of this," and he smacks my ass again; more pee flows out. "And your favor to me is once a week you do my laundry. Do we have a deal, Oliver?" I don't want to be a wimp, but I can't think what else I can be at the moment. Still worried about stuttering, I can't make myself speak. He talks in a sing- song voice, "All you need to say is, yes, Richard. We'll do each other a favor and become buddies." He shakes me and smacks my ass hard again, and it almost lifts me up on my toes and now he demands, "Say it! Say, yes, Richard." I mutter, "Yes, Richard" and he lets me go. Richard's breathing hard, but not because of sexual arousal; he got worn out smacking my ass. The pain coming from my buttocks comes in waves, stinging and burning waves. This guy's dangerous and doesn't know his own strength. Also I wouldn't doubt that his blood pressure is way up there and he isn't kidding about having trouble controlling his temper. He's obviously dangerous and I think it might worry him. Richard speaks in a low, barely controlled manner now, "Re-wash all those clothes you knocked on the floor. Then dry them in the dryer. Then fold them neatly the way I like them folded. See the way my other laundry's folded ? Like that. Then bring it all to me on the top floor of the dormitory, room 30. If you do your favor for me real good I will do my favor for you real good. If you don't do your favor too good, I won't do mine too good either."

I'm still leaning on that table bent over hoping he's leaving, when he add, "And, don't fuck-up both our college careers by running to tell someone that the big bad Richard spanked you. You and me will settle this ourselves. Right, Oliver?" I mutter, "Right, Richard". He goes, "Room 30." When he opens the door leading to the parking lot the beautiful day outside shines inside the laundromat for a few seconds. I look back and see him leave shaking his head like he's still mad at me, and at himself too probably. Some bullies actually have a conscience. Putting my head back down on my forearms holding my breath, waiting for the pain on my buttocks to subside, trying to believe this shit. My ass burns like hell, but I'm recovering pretty fast. The pain is fading to a dull ache. There's no one else in the laundromat, but that could change at any second so I gathered his clothes up off the floor and got them started in a washer. I don't want to take a chance he'd come back and find his clothes still on the floor. Then I grab the first pair of shorts I see from our dirty laundry basket and go in a utility closet to change out of my peed-on pants. The cut off jeans I'd grabbed are a pair of Joey's, but the important thing is they don't have a big wet pee stain on the front. They scratch because I have no underwear on; the basketball shorts have netting as a substitute for underwear, but you're also suppose to wear a jockstrap which I've never been a big fan of. Back out of the closet I get Joey's and my clothes going in a washing machine and then light up a cigarette thinking how there's worse bullying here then in high school. Nah, I just had the misfortune to run into a unbalanced individual. Not unheard of considering my bad luck. When I was busy getting changed and getting the wash going I was okay, but now that I'm just standing here smoking I feel like crying because I realize how powerless I am. I scrunched my face up and hold my breath till the urge to cry goes away. Anger replaces my urge to cry. Why in the name of God does this shit always happen to me? Then, knowing it's stupid and I'm not going to do it anyway, I fantasize calling Christian and asking him to have Glen get his mob guys to kick Richard's ass up and down the fucking street, and I want to be there laughing at him when it happens too. I also would like to sit down, but that isn't an option at the moment with my ass still stinging. I hate that prick Richard so much.

Calming down I change the direction of my thinking again, putting out my cigarette, I tell myself, 'Whats the big deal anyway? In life sometimes you need to eat crow, swallow your pride, or whatever. You know, in order to get along in the world. Richard had one thing absolutely right, I'm not going to run crying to anyone saying Richard spanked me. Fuck that! Who would I tell anyway? Ya win some and ya lose some.' I'm trying to think of one I'd won one when Randy comes in with a full laundry sack over his shoulder. His cute face brightened when he sees me. "Dude with the wheelchair gymnast, right?" I go, "Yeah, Randy, I'm Oliver, remember?" Putting his laundry sack near an open washing machine, he goes, "Of course I remember, how can I forget you asking me to push your shorts up your asshole for ya?" and then he laughs and, grabbing a fistful of my hair he pulls my head down to bump foreheads with him. Smiling at me, he lets go of my hair telling me, "You're in desperate need a haircut". I just shrug and he smiles again, and asks, "You're in this dorm?" I go, "Uh huh," and he adds, "Hope ya don't mind if I use one of the washing machines. All the ones for my dorm are being used. This is the third laundromat I've been to. Busy on Saturdays." He mutters all that while dumping his clothes and a detergent gel into a washing machine. I watched his every move as he dumps a lot of quarters in the slot and gets the machine going. Randy looks at me then, and asks, "How'd ya get stuck with the nursing job, Oliver? You one of those Ass Club guys?" I explain about me wanting to have my car on campus and as a freshman this was the only way I could do it. He tells me how he'd gotten his uncle, who's a doctor, to write the University saying Randy needs access to a car, but he can't remember the exact diagnosis or reason; it was two years ago. And then he tells a few stories about the trouble he and his roommate got themselves into during their freshman year. He's got a great personality to go along with all the other great things about him. For example; his two toned blond hair, his bright brown eyes that seem to change from light brown to dark brown as I look into them, his perpetual grin with that cute mouth and those white teeth with the slight separation between the front ones, his tight body and the ease with which he moves; everything about him makes me feel squirmy and juicy and tingly. Awesome sensations from just looking at and listening to his cute voice. Did you know there's such a thing as a cute voice? Not some squeaky cartoon character's voice, but rather a regular boy's voice that just sounds like it belongs to a real cute guy. That's what Randy sounds like.

I mostly listen and stare at him, occasionally making appropriate one or two word comments. He's sitting in the old lawn chair that someone left left here and I'm leaning against the folding table. He never seems to run out of college stories. My wash is done so I maintain some eye contact listening to him talk as I put the wet clothes in a dryer and feed it with money. His clothes finish the spinning cycle and he gets up, and while walking past me, he says, completely out of the blue, "You're one of the cutest freshman on campus, Oliver. Did ya realize that? I make it my business to check, heh heh" This caught me totally off balance so I can't think what to say. He goes on, "Yeah, actually you're cuter than just about anyone on campus." He's standing close in front of me, then he casually pushes the palm of his hand against my forehead lifting my hair up, muttering, "Even cuter with your hair off your face." He needs to reach up some because I'm about three inches taller than him. This attention from Randy is so flattering, but I don't know how to respond to it so I just stare at him with my lips parted and my face turning red. Letting his hand deliberately and slowly slide down the side of my face, and then cup my chin, Randy asks if I still have the flabby buttocks? And as he's asking, his other hand reaches around me and tightly grab my right buttocks. I flinch in pain because my ass is still very sore from Richard's spanking. Randy sees my look of pain and immediately apologizes saying he didn't mean to hurt me, "I'm just goofing around. Why's you ass sore?" I lie, telling him I'd fallen hard on my ass. He goes, "Oh, that's a shame," and he grabs my crotch playfully, asking, "Did ya fall hard on this too?" I mumble, "Randy, don't!" He massages my package through Joey's cut off jeans and I start getting hard, so I say, "Randy!" again. Then, pretending to lose my balance a little, I grab onto his shoulder and then feel the back of his neck with the palm of my hand before quickly running it up the back of his head feeling his beautiful hair between my fingers. His head pulls up to mine and he licks across my lips laughing, and then we let go of each other and he mumbles, "You're hot, Oliver. If I wasn't in a relationship you'd definitely be on my radar screen."

I stand in front of him swallowing hard and breathing little burst of air, still unable to think of anything to say. I have a semi hard cock partially poking out the front of the cut-offs. Randy brushes it with the palm of his hand and it gets harder. He goes, "You make me laugh, Oliver. A walking boner, that's what you are; a cute walking boner." Then he begins fishing in his pockets with both hands, as he asking me if I'd put his clothes in a dryer when the wash cycle's done. And, finding the money he's fishing for, he gives it to me for the dryer and leaves saying, "See ya, Oliver. Thanks, dude, I owe ya one". I lick my lips to taste his saliva as my boner continues pushing my pants out in front. After that disturbing experience with Richard, this wonderful attention Randy just gave me totally changes my outlook and makes me feel good. I don't feel like such a loser now. It's almost like I'm friends with Randy Rider, a junior no less. Maybe things will be better for me in college than they were in high school. So far it's been a little of this and then a little of that, some good and some bad. Everything considered, I've got a good chance of doing okay here because of Joey mostly; Joey and the gymnast. Taking a deep breath now, and then checking on my three wash loads, I wonder how Randy knew I was gay. Maybe it takes one to know one. Later when I'm done folding Richard's clothes, and halfway done folding Joey and my stuff, I remember Randy's washing machine and dump his clothes in a dryer. Picking up all of Richard's stuff I carry it up to the third floor. On the third floor most of the rooms have their door open so I hear various types of music coming out of the rooms. Two guys with towels around their waist are coming out of the lavatory at the end of the hall. The community bath; hmmmm, it does have it's advantages; ones I hadn't thought of. On the whole though I'd still rather have our private bathroom for our private activities. There's a lot of different sounds from the different rooms, not just music; talking, some shouting and laughter, and it all makes me think that this is closer to the way Cristobal's dorm had been when I was there last spring. On our floor it's quiet.

Finding room 30, I knock on the door and a musclebound kid answers it. He has a nervous look to his bland brown eyes and a twitch in his long pointy nose. "Yeah?" he asks. Then Richard pushes the kid aside, saying, "It's my laundry guy Phil, nothing to do with you. You need to get back to work on that writing assignment for me." Phil nods his head at Richard and swaggers over to his desk as Richard tells me, "Put those things over on my bed, Oliver. I'll check then later and, oh yeah, be sure you find out the day next week I need my laundry done, check with me Tuesday and I'll know by then. Thanks, and isn't this much nicer and more civilized?" I put the stuff down thinking about my sore ass and then leave without saying a word. Richard says something to Phil and some chuckling follows. Thinking, 'Fuck you!' It occurs to me as I was walking down the stairs that by not disagreeing with him, I'd actually agreed to doing Richard's laundry next week too. Then I realize that's what he meant right from the beginning. Who cares. I don't want to think about that now. It's was more fun licking my lips again thinking about Randy and about what he'd said to me; the thing about me being the cutest freshman. Damn, I wish he wasn't in that relationship he mentioned. Back to get my clothes, and then I finally can enjoy the beautiful weather. I take a long ride in my Mini with the top down, me trying to look bored the way Randy at lunch our first day suggested was a cool look. Later I find out that my dorm's third floor has all freshman members of the wrestling team. Swell! Phil and Richard looking for trouble, and me in the middle of it. Oh well, it's just my bad luck fucking with me again. September goes by fast, even though I check with Richard each Tuesday and do his laundry the day he tells me, it ain't enough to detract from the pluses. A big plus is Joey and me doing the entire bath routine everyday, although there's been no advances on the intimacy stuff. I'm pretty sure that my first evaluation is correct: Joey's straight, but he's an affectionate straight boy and seems truly grateful for the tender care I'm providing and we've become good friends. I guess he's comfortable enough with his own sexuality that he has no trouble handling our minor intimate activities, and maybe he even enjoys it. He's going with the flow and I'm enjoying the touching and especially the finger fucking and the jerking off that I do for him. I know he enjoys those two things, and why not. I mean the rectum and penis are loaded with sensitive areas. He told me a couple of times about the circle jerks he and his buds did as young teens, so me jerking him off isn't totally a new concept to Joey.

At times Joey would say certain things that indicates he's aware I'm either gay or bi, but he never actually uses those words. I know that he knows and he knows that I know he knows, but what's the point of bringing it up, ya know? Why complicate things that are going so well already!. We're very tight; one gay, one straight. You can tell when someone likes you; it's obvious from the look on their face when you wake up and see each other, or when we meet after his gymnast stuff. It's the look that says they're real glad to see you, and the smile. Hard to fake it. The first weekend in October is on my mind a lot now because I'm anxious to relieve my built up sexual tensions. Jerking off is always fun, but I'm thinking of the full boat, so ta speak. Alexander blowing me and me fucking him with lots of making out. All the stuff that I've come to like doing with cute guys. Things are fine at school except for the blip of trouble with Richard and the laundry. The first Tuesday when I went up to see about doing his laundry it was just Richard's roommate, Phil, in the room. He said, "The laundry's next to the door there. Richard's decided every Tuesday is going to be laundry day. If one of us isn't here, come back and try later." Richard's basket of dirty clothes is there alright, and so is a laundry bag with more dirty clothes. "PHIL" is written on the laundry bag with a permanent marker. I say, "I'm not doing your dirty launtry, Phil," and he goes, "Yeah, you are. Richard told me to put them with his and to make sure ya know to use separate machines and dryers. Don't get our shit mixed up." The fucking nerve of these two is overwhelming. I start to say something, but I stutter, and that makes me stop talking. Phil paid no attention to me anyway. He goes, "Oh yeah, the money for both wash loads is in that brown envelope. Get moving, I got places I need to be." With his hand he made that 'shoo-along' motion. It's so outrageous, but I grab the stuff and stalk out of the room. So now, to keep the peace in the dorm, I do both of their dirty laundry. The second week when I went to pick it up Richard was in the room and I tried to complain about having to do Phil's laundry too. In a very dismissive manner he told me, "Oh for Christ sake, all you do is whine. Phil is taking over the responsibility of over-seeing your laundry duties because you and I do not work well together. So, Phil is doing this for me and as a favor to him I'm letting him include his laundry for you to do. What's the big deal? Ya got to come up here every week anyway. You and him can work out the favor he'll do for you. Jesus, try to get along Oliver, we're all in this together."

I bite my tongue and just do it. It takes two minutes to pick it up, two minutes to put in a washing machine and two minutes to transfer to a dryer. Folding takes another ten minutes and two minutes more to carry it upstairs, so all together twenty minutes a week. Of course, there's the principal of the matter, but fuck that; I'd rather not make waves and now nobody from the third floor bothers me at all. A number of the wrestlers are real pricks and they bully some of the other kids in the dorm, but not me because of Richard. Phil's tough on me right from the start, smacking my ass twice the first time I did both their laundry because I mixed up a few things from his wash with Richard's. He's one tough kid so I quickly memorized what belongs to who. It seems like Phil enjoys smacking my ass because he does it frequently and, unlike Richard, it does turn Phil on. Twice he not only spanked my ass hard but he made me redo his folding. Twenty humiliating minutes a week, a few smacks on my ass, and the rest of the time things are pretty much great at Penn. Overall, a big improvement over my high school experience. I'm emailing every couple of days with mom and dad, but only tell them the positive aspects of life at college and they're thrilled everything's going so wonderfully. They've always been loving and supportive so why worry them about something they can't do anything about anyway?

The week before I'm going to see Alexander one of the gymnast gives Joey a haircut. The guy's the self-appointed team barber and he cuts all the gymnasts' hair. The haircut he gave Joey looks real nice on him; it's short, but not extreme in any way and his shorter hairs are curly now, as apposed to wavy like his long hair was, which adds to Joey's cute looks. Or maybe it's just that the more I like a boy, the cuter I think he is. Whatever, I enjoy Joey a lot, short hair or long hair. He needs to see his doctor back home sometime in October and he's arranged the doctor's visit during the weekend I'll be in Delaware with Alexander. Joey will have only six weeks left to go with the plaster casts on his arms and leg if all goes well with the doctor's X-rays, and stuff like that. Both of us are looking forward to him getting the casts off, except that'll end our bathroom routine along with the finger fucking and jerking off. Still, for Joey's sake I'm hoping things go well at the doctors. Studying together I'm in the habit now of propping us up on my bed with pillows so we can read together and work on problems for our courses on my lap top, side by side. Often I've got my arm around Joey's neck keeping from falling off the bed, ya know; both of us leaning against one another. He likes to rest his head against the side of my neck right under my jaw when he gets tired and sometimes he falls asleep like that. We have a lot of homework so we're usually studying late at night. A few nights we sleep together in my bed fully clothed because we both fall asleep.

We go to class, eat meals in the dining hall, go to gymnastic practice, do our bath routine, and then closely work together on our homework until Joey or me falls asleep. Next day the same thing all over again. We're together all the time and we do a lot of touching. We've become totally comfortable with each other. I don't even hide my boners anymore. Joey gets his own from time to time too, and we don't even comment on them anymore because they're so common now. I love all of it, but I'm getting blue balls from my very real longing for actual gay sex. My weekend with Alexander is seven days away, but before that we have a party to go to this weekend in the gymnast's dorm. Their actual official team practices begins Monday and this is their last chance for a booze party till after the gymnastic season. As Joey's primary care giver I'm allowed to attend the party, the only there. It's a gymnast only party; the coaches aren't even invited. None of the gymnast will be doing any drinking after this party until their schedule of competitions is over, but they sure drink a lot at the party. One of the seniors' lecturers freshman about booze and college. He tells us that drinking in college is a paradox. On the one hand everyone thinks it's the most important part of college, while the other hand, it is the most important part of college. Then he goes, "Wait a fucking second here, that's not a paradox! Oh well, PARTY!!!"

Another upper classmem yells, "Children listen up. College is the only time in your life when you can blame any, and I mean any, boorish, semi-legal behavior on being, 'so fucking drunk dude, just so fucking drunk', and people will laugh and think you're way cool. Being drunk is your excuse." Upper classmen rule us freshman, but most of them are funny and the party's a blast. Around eleven o'clock Joey slurs to me that he's getting extra drunk drinking his beer through a straw, and a gymnast with us says there's some truth to that; you get drunker drinking beer that way. Later on one of the older gymnast suggest I get Joey back to our dorm because he'd begun drooling beer through his nose while at the same time sucking it through a straw. The kid understates the obvious, saying to me, "He might be hammered, dude. Why not wheel him back to his room." I'm just sober enough to follow his advise. As soon as we get in our room Joey throws-up on himself. Swell! Vomit don't smell too good. I'm a bit hammered myself, but sober enough to realize I need to get him cleaned up and another bath is probably the easiest way to go about it. It's awkward trying to get him undressed, and then I get wet getting him into the bathtub filled with water. He laughingly suggest I get in the bath with him. Well, not until I use the handheld shower nozzle to rinse the vomit off Joey and then drain the tub rinsing the lingering vomit down the drain as Joey sit in the empty tub dazed. I refill the tub with hot water as Joey giggles about something and for some reason that strikes me funny. I'm chuckling at his drunken condition as I get out of my clothes and climb into the tub with Joey.

Joey lays against me as I'm soaping him up; our bodies sliding together all wet and slippery. This is the best part of the party. I need to stand at times, moving around Joey getting him washed, and eventually end up behind Joey with my back up against the end of the tub and Joey's back against my chest. The his curly head bumping against my chin and my nose, but he smells so good again I don't mind a bit. Moving my head so I can press my nose against the side of his face, feeling how smooth his skin is, and he smells so 'Joey'. I guess I'm taking advantage of Joey's extra drunkenness, but he doesn't seem to mind as his head settles against my shoulder with the sides of our faces touching. Still slurring his words Joey murmurs, "This is nice an' cozy Oliver, except I can feel your boner against my ass, hee hee." Yep, it's sideways across his left buttocks with my nuts fitting in the back of the his ass crack. I try to speak, but can't because I'm concentrating so hard trying not to cum. Wrapping him in my arms I savor the feel of him. Joey slurs, "You're making me feel sexy, Oliver. Would you jerk me off again? Ya know, cause my balls are aching." Getting myself under control as much as I possible, I mutter, "Oh, okay, but after the casts come off you'll need to do this yourself, ya know?" He giggles, mumbling, "Damn," as I reach down to take his rather firm cock in my fist and begin stroking this sweet kid's pud and it quickly firms up real hard, with Joey mumbling, "OOooooooh yeah, Oliver, like that". Oh my God does his cock get long and fat. The uncut skin's still loose enough that it moves up and down that hard boner easily, on and off his dripping cock head. With each stroke now Joey's going, "Oooooo Ahhhhhh". It's not long before his boner expands so his foreskin no longer covers the whole head of his cock and I pick up the speed of my stroking with Joey squirming against me.

Glancing at the mirror above the sink I see our reflection: Joey's tightly clengthed mouth, his eyes closed as his head's moving back and forth on my shoulder with his short curls tickling under my jaw and cheek. As always his arms lay on his stomach with his hands loosely clapsed together to keep them from moving. I wiggle the middle finger of my free hand in the soap gel and reached under Joey's ass to push it up his hole with him lifting his ass slightly helping me get my finger inside him. Finger fucking him as I stroked his cock gets Joey's moving around in the water between my legs, so I cross my legs over his thighs and lock my ankles. His back's pushing against my stomach and chest as he moans with pleasure, but he's effectively captured within my grasp so I get a second finger up his hole and match the stroking of his long boner with my finger thrusts in and out of his asshole. He immediately groans and calls out my name thrashing around within my tight hold on him. The very warm water is deep enough that only the dark red head of his cock is out of the water. My fingers penetrate his hole as far up as I can get, hitting his prostate button each thrust as I continue stroking the skin of his hard boner up and down steadily, over and over. Joey's gasping for air, struggling in my tight hold. It only takes maybe a minute before his body gets stiff as a steel wire, his back arches as he bucks his hips squealing out a high pitched sound and shoots cum straight up in the air. I watch, fascinated as his string of cum shoot up about three feet and then falls right back down into the bath water, the creamy cum swirls in the water above our legs making pretty patterns. Then with a desperate gasp from Joey, another shorter string of cum, and then another with Joey quietly moaning now, "Oh Oliver, oh Oliver". His strong buttocks closing on my lower hand with each contraction as his hole closes tightly on my finger with each ejaculation. I've been right on the edge of organs and then it happens; feeling that fantastic other worldly sensation of climax, my eyes close tightly and I can only whimper as cum soars up from my nuts exiting through my boner into the bath water against Joey's buttocks, and another hard thrilling sensation in my balls and cock follows and more cum streams out of my cock with me feeling faint with pleasure. The cum slowly rises to the top of the bath water forming creamy patterns along side us. Then I squeeze out two more smaller drools of sperm grunting with the pleasure sensations of orgasm, and without thinking I kiss the side of Joey's cheek, pulling my hands up to hold and his face tightly against mine kissing him again.

Joey said, "Oooh, man, I feel funny, Oliver." I kiss him again as more of his cum drools out the end of that long cock of his. Then I licked the side of his cheek because I simply can't help myself. The feel of him, the smell of him is too enticing. I know I need to get of myself in check and with a supreme effort I do, as my orgasm fades. Pulling the plug, I stand up and rinse us off with the handheld shower, while keeping Joey upright until I get out of the tub, and try clearing my head. Being kind of drunk myself, that isn't easy to do, but I grab a towel and dry Joey's torso, and then mine, so we're not too slippery, and I then manage to get him out of the tub hopping on his one good leg to the wheelchair where I finish drying him as best I can. After drying myself, Joey's head lulling to the side, I push him to the bed, both of us still naked. Joey opens his eyes and mumbles, "Can you stay with me in my bed awhile, Oliver? I don't feel too good." No problem. I get both our naked, still damp bodies under his sheet, wrap my arms around Joey's chest and hold him against me. He rustles around the little bit he can to get snug against me and, just like that, he goes to sleep. In the morning we both wake up with a boner and a hang over. We don't talk about last night, but Joey's clingy so he doesn't seem to be upset we're naked together in one twin bed. After a bit, he takes a deep breath and falls back to sleep. Staying awake for a while I enjoy being naked in bed with him, and then I fall back to sleep too. After another hour or so of sleep we get up and have two bottles of warm orange juice each along with three Tylenol. I go through our bathroom ritual, minus the bath, taking care of Joey's toilet needs. Then just before wheeling him back to the bedroom I get a crazy thought and ask, "Joey, would you mind if I cut your pubes? It would make taking care of some stuff easier." He shrugs muttering, "I'm in your care, Oliver, whatever works for you is fine with me," and he seems strangely eager to have me do this.

If I wasn't still a tiny bit under the influence of the beer I probably wouldn't even have the balls to bring it up, but now I'm glad I did. As I said, Joey doesn't have any objections to it at all, which I find curious. Sitting his naked body on the edge of the tub with his legs, and me, inside the tub. I've got the battery operate barber clipper that I discovered the first night when I was looking for the handheld shower nozzle. The nozzle and these clippers were just two items out of about twenty of the various items provided in this handicap appointed room. Clicking the clippers on I run them carefully through Joey's pubic hairs clipping off all of the dark curly hairs. The hairs fall into the tub and then I wash them down the drain. He doesn't have any hair on his ass or his balls so it's just the pubic patch. Joey stares at his shorn pubes feeling the bristles. His cock had firmed up noticeably using the clipper work and he did subtle grunts too as I buzzed away his pubic hairs. Cutting his pubes, plus Joey's apparent arousal, gave me such a hard throbbing boner I had to fight down the urge to stroke it. As I mentioned we've come to take boner as a given. We'd both confirmed to each other that boners are just going to happen to boys are age; it comes with the territory. A lot of pubic hairs fell during the clipping from Joey's crotch, and it brought to mind Frankie's bright red pubes blowing around Frankie and me in the truck bed at the loading dock as I cut his with scissors, and my boner gets harder and harder. It's necessary to sit back on my ankles and take a few deep breaths after a bit. I'm very stimulated and a little dizzy again from the overdose of sensations, but finally I'm able to stand-up and get out of the tub. As I'm putting the clippers back in the drawer, Joey say, "Boy, this looks cool, dude, but they're scratching my nuts now." He's still rubbing his fingers around the sandpaper feel of his clipped pubes. I go, "I'm not done, Joey. Just a minute." Back in the tub I wet his bristly pubes, lather them with lots of shaving cream, also made available in the supplies for this handicap room. Massaging the shaving cream all around the clipped pubs area I need to fight off the urger to stroke his cock with my slippery fist. Then I get one of the disposable safety razors in with the rest of the handicap items, and with my left hand holding his cock in a safe position, meticulously shave him clean as a baby's bottom. It does look cool and his cock looks longer too. Joey chuckles, muttering, "This is giving me a hard on Oliver." I grin at him and rinse around his groin and then dry him. Not wanting to be too obvious, I ignore his 'hard on' comment and get him dressed. He goes, "Feels good down there, Oliver. Thanks man." We couldn't do this if he was a functioning gymnast because shaved pubes would be awkward in the showers with the other gymnast, but he's only a spectator this year.

After I get dressed, we go out for brunch. On the way Joey tells me he's always wanted to shave his pubes, but never had the balls. "It's some kind of a fetish I've had for years about shaved pubes, and now I finally have mine shaved. That's why I got a tad excited while you were doing it. And, haha, now that you started it, Oliver, you'll need to do it once or twice a week or else they'll get itchy and prickly." I chuckle, mumbling, "The things I do for you, Joey," wondering, 'If it's a fetish of his, maybe occasionally he'll spurt some cum when I shave him. Ya know, without me even stroking his boner'. The next few days are just routine, meaning they're awesome, and the third day Joey hints around that his nuts are scratchy. He wants me to shave him again. All through the saving he grunts and hisses air through his teeth and sure enough, now that he's told me about his fetish he feels comfortable letting his fantasy take wings and his cock gets real hard, I drag out the process feeling around with my fingers, purring, "Smooth as a baby," and he humps his hips, almost sliding off the edge of the tub, and shoots a long stream of spunks that arches upward and comes down on my shoulder... hot! When he's doing the spontaneous spunking he moans out my name, stretching it out, "Ooooolliver" and I stroke his boner for him finishing off his climax with spunk drooling down my fist. My boner throbs but doesn't spontaneously climax; I need to do that alone in the bathroom after cleaning Joey up and getting him in boxer shorts, and on the bed for our homework. That night I have a vivid dream that I'm sucking his cock and nuts and licking all around his belly and down in the shaved area. Joey really turns me on, but it's illogical for him not to know I'm gay by now, and questions about him being gay come to mind as well. He seems happy with the status quo, so I'll leave it at that, for now.

This Saturday we begin our weekend apart; Joey's doctor's visit and my Alexander visit. I'm gulping with excitement about a sexy time with Alexander, but already miss Joey at the same time. Friday night, during his bath, Joey says, "Fuck, Oliver, I'm just realizing how much I'm going to miss you the next two days. You're the first gay friend I've ever had and I have to tell you, you've changed my mind about gays. You're the nicest guy I've ever met and it's obvious how conscientious you are about my care. I just want to say thank you. and no joking around about it." Well, that's a random comment, one I let slide. We goof off with the whacking off because we're not doing anything wrong; just pleasuring ourselves. Joey get's his rocks off, and I get mine off a little later in the bathroom alone. I heard the 'gay friend' comment loud and clear, so no more dancing around that topic I guess. It's actually an easy way to come 'out' to Joey; not protesting his conclusion that I'm gay, I mean. Washing his shaved groin area I confirm his deduction, looking him in the eyes, saying, "It's very openminded of you to allow a gay guy to do this for ya?" Joey tells me he does't mind as long as the gay guy is me. He went on to tell me that all my hugging and little kisses make him feel good, just as my hand jobs make him feel good. He tells me he's always been a touch-feely kid anyway and he's never got nearly the hugging from friends he'd like. We've become tight enough for him to express himself like this without feeling weird, but there's still been no mention of a girlfriend and me asking him point blank about it seems too obvious a question. I mean it'd seem like I'm fishing for information regarding his sexuality. He also tells me, quite seriously, " Before my accident, Oliver, I was a world class jerk off fanatic; a couple of times a day at least. Then the accident and I had to stop cold turkey and I was in misery, so when you volunteered to do it for me, I almost cried I was so grateful and relieved; you can't imagine my distress after a month." Well, yeah I can, but I just chuckle at his true confession. When he tells me that me stroking him off is the hottest thing he'd experienced so far in life, I think to myself, 'Maybe he's gay, but hasn't figured it out yet.'

Joey's mother came for him Saturday morning; she looks at me suspiciously, and asks, "Are you keeping your word, Arthur? Are you taking care of Joseph's basic needs?" I go, "Oh, yes ma'am," and Joey grins, chirping, "It's the best care I've ever had." I push Joey's wheelchair to the car and help him in his seat, then put the collapsable wheelchair in the trunk of the car. We say goodbye and then I watch him as his mother drives away. He watches me watch him. Joey looks sad, but just before turning the corner he gives me a beautiful smile and a nod of his head. Damn, I like him! Later today I'm driving down to Delaware for my rendezvous with Alexander North. I'm wicked excited and a little nervous, not being at all sure how this adventure with him will work out.

to be continued... Chapter 14 (Alexander) Donny Mumford thinay20@yahoo.com

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