Same disclaimer applies as in parts 1 thru 8. This is a fictional gay story based loosely on true events. All rights reserved. If you are underaged and/or offended by descriptions containing graphic sex and explicit adult language, please exit now.
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PART 9.: "RICH"
That night at the fraternity house, after Jeff's funeral. The mood was sombre. In the entire 50 plus years the fraternity had been on campus, this was the first time an active member had died during a school term. The brothers were very close. The old adage, "it takes one to know one", certainly applied here. They were handpicked by each other with a unity in scholastic ability, personality, responsibility, with a common bond of brotherhood. I don't mean they were gay. They were a family, currently with 36 actives and 14 pledges on campus. They shared the fun times as well as the not-so-fun, They helped each other in all aspects of college life...studying, problem solving, planning, etc. When one hurt, they all hurt...and tonight they were ALL hurting. Even though Jeff had buried earlier in the afternoon, the frat house maintained the atmosphere of a funeral parlor. Everyone talked low or in a whisper. Since Jeff had moved me into his house, (they all thought for finacial or mutual musical interests, they had assigned him to be my sponsor or "Big Brother" as they called it...so the members all treated me as a bereaved family member. During regular hours, the pledges always catered to the needs of the actives, but tonight was different, the actives were comforting me.
It had been okayed by the house staff that I could move into the house and share a room with Rich. I was sure that Rich would assume the role as my new "Big Brother"...I was right. Fate had surely dealt me a strange hand to play in the last six months. I was no longer 18, but more like 48. I had to grow up in many ways. I was already concerned about the fact the Rich had told me, he was gay, earlier in the bedroom. What kind of problem was this going to present. I was in mourning...I had lost Jeff four days ago and lost Lance four months ago. The idea of ever having another serious relation scared me. Even though I had been attracted to Rich and those periwinkle blue eyes, the first time I had seen him, I'm sure he was "adult-enough" to realize the situation we might be putting ourselves in...I mean, his being president of the frat, and me a lowly peon pledge.
Tommy had had to pledges to make a big vat of spaghetti and meatsauce to stretch to feed the multitude of grievers. Someone had gone out and bought some gallon jugs of Roma red wine. I had a Pepsi. At 11:00 PM, it was time for bed. All the brothers and pledges joined arms in a circle, said a prayer and sang the fraternal hymn. It was moving.
Rich came over to me. "You ready for bed?". I nodded. "You planning on going to classes tomorrow?". I nodded again. "OK, let's go, I'll walk you up." I was still moving like a zombie...in a trance...still not believing what had happened. Just when my life was perfect, the balloon burst and all the little pieces fell back to the earth. Instead of getting undressed for bed, I just stood there, motionless in the middle of Rich's (and now mine) bedroom. He walked over to me and said, "Let me help you out of those duds," and began unbuttoning my shirt. I stepped out of my penny loafers to let him remove my socks. Next, he unbuckled my trousers and pulled them down with little effort. I stepped out of each pant leg, leaving me still standing in the middle of the floor in only by Arrow briefs. He stood up and slipped a thumb in each side of the elastic waistband and asked, "On or off?".
Sliding back to reality I asked, "Huh?...oh...on, I guess."
"OK, get into bed, The twin bed on the left was mine. He led me to it, pulled down the woolen blanket and sheet and said, "Lie down."
I lay down and he pulled the covers up to my chest. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and whispered, "Good night, little buddy."
"Huh?...oh, goodnight, Rich... and Rich?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks."
"Sure, you're my new little brother aren't you?...and I have to take care of you." He smiled...crossed the room...turned out the light...went to his bed and I heard him begin to remove his clothes. I heard him kneel, by his bed, and say something...Was he praying?...He must have been. Then I heard him get into bed and pull up his covers. Despite being the first week in October, there was already a fall chill in the air.
The room was pitch black, not even a crack of light shining under the door. The dark and the quiet were smothering. I was scared and I was alone. I was scared of BEING alone. I stopped myself from crying out...I stopped myself from crying, period.
Five minutes of silence had passed and finally in a low tone I said. "Rich?".
Nothing.
"Rich?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you hold me?"
Silence.
"Sure", he said as he tiptoed barefooted to my bed.
I couldn't see him, but I pulled the covers back to invite him in with me. I scooted as close to the wall as I could, to give him room. He got into the bed sliding one arm under me to hold me the way Jeff always had. Being as cramped as we were in a twin sized bed, I had nowhere to put my left arm. I tried to drop it between us, Instead my hand landed on his right thigh. He was naked. Oh God, what would I do with that hand now. I could only be about four inches from his crotch. This was not to time nor the place to make a blunder now.
When he was settled, he leaned his head over to nestle mine.
"This what you wanted?"
"Uh huh".
"I stay here as long as you like or until you go to sleep."
Pause.
"Rich, did you have a crush on Jeff?"
"Sorta."
"Did y'all ever do anything?"
"Nope."
"Did you want to?"
"I did...he didn't."
"Why?"
"Jeff didn't ever let on he had gay inclinations. I always wondered about him, and never got his message, until the first time I saw you, two, together."
Pause.
"You DID love him, didn't you Mark?"
"I don't know. I thought I did, Many times he told me he was in love with me...and yet, I never said those words to him."
This seemed to disturb Rich a little. I could feel his body tense a little.
"Roll over on your right side and I'll get your back warm."
Wanting to show him that I trusted him, I complied and rolled over, facing the wall. He slid forward putting me in the spoon position. Thinking nothing of it, he pushed his naked crotch into my clothed backside. I pressed back, again proving my trust. I guess I shouldn't have responded, because I felt the first hint of an erection fitting into the covered indenture of my ass crack. He pulled back, quickly, hoping I wouldn't notice.
"Sorry" he said.
The problem was...when you move a rising cock out of its resting cradle, it's gonna point straight out...and then how are you going to tuck it down again?
" 's OK", I reassured.
"Want me to go back to my bed?"
"No...I want you to slide my shorts down and put that thing back where it was..."
"You sure?"
"Try me."
He straddled my knees and pulled down my briefs. Thank God it was dark or he might've got hit by my springing cock, once it had been released from its entrapment. Once the shorts were removed, I said...
"Rich, crawl up my body and lie down on top of me."
Like a genie, crawling out of the lamp, all 6'3" stretched upward and covered my body. When our crotches were touching and in position, he put the rest of his weight on my chest and moved his head toward mine, his lips zeroing in on mine.
Did you ever do something that felt so right, but a sense of guilt made it all wrong? That's what was happening. Jeff, my lover, Rich's best friend and fraternity brother, was not even cold in the ground, and here, the two of us, were lying together, naked, touching, locked in a kiss, our bodies writhing and screaming for each other's...we had to stop...this was wrong...and then I thought...I cried for Jeff...I had shed cups of tears for him...maybe this was the way Rich had to release his pent-up emotions...we, certainly, weren't in love...we were neither one, horny...it was almost a ritual, from some far off land, that we were performing in memory of our loss...go ahead...submit... Jeff might have done the same thing under similar circumstances...I put my arms around Rich's back and pulled him closer and tighter.
"Oh my God, Rich, What are we doing?"
He exhaled a long hot sigh, "I don't know...Should we stop?"
"No, just hold me...love me...the way Jeff would."
He arched his body with his elbows to position himself for a more passionate kiss, This time, his head was twisting as he locked his lips on mine and began to explore with his tongue, dancing with mine. As he had inched his body up mine, his, now, fully erect cock had plowed into my scrotum and he was beginning to fuck my ball sac. It was if he were trying to make a new entry into my body, My cock was lying flat and hard between us and with each of his lunges, he was creating a stimulating friction beneath my glans.
The love making became more excited. He was still plunging my balls...harder and faster, The kissing was more intense. I locked my legs around his to assume a more comfortable missionary position. The nervous energy I had stored up over the past four day, was about to explode as I felt myself getting close to a climax. His movement had picked up such a fast tempo, I knew he was working himself up to cum, also. I didn't care...let him cum on me...I was about to cum all over us...I would wait until I knew he was ready...either I would feel the wetness or he would give me an audible queue and I would try to let go at the same time. He stopped kissing to raise his head and let out a low moan, He was there...and so was I.
We shot our loads simultaneously. I know the room was cool, but our bodies had mustered up a sweat. His sweat was fusing with mine. Our bodies were creating a squeeking sound. I felt a warm spill all over my scrotum and running down, in between my legs. I had done my share. I had burst forth with white juice as if were becoming mortar between two hard bodies. He continued sliding his body up and down mine, spreading my flow.
He heaved one last time and although, I couldn't see him in the darkness, I knew he was looking into my eyes. He said, quietly, "Thank you,"
He raised his body and bent down to begin licking my stomach, my navel, my chest...anywhere he could find the aroma of my deposit. He was cleaning me as a deer would clean her fawn, just after giving birth. Rich went lower and began to clean my balls, sucking up all the warm milk he had spurted on me. He was mixing our love potions together in his mouth. When he thought he had it all, he came back to my mouth and forced mine open and he "fed" me. Our combined juices were still hot in his mouth as he let them slide into mine, once again in a tongue ballet. The combination of semen and saliva was overflowing. We were both swallowing and kissing and choking and gagging and coughing, all at the same time. When we had had our sustenance, he gave me a gentle lip kiss and rolled over to lie beside me. We both stared toward the ceiling into the blackness.
I wish I smoked, THIS was the time for a cigarette. Our heavy breathing was beginning to subside to a normal rhythmic pattern and he was the first to speak.
"Did we do wrong."
"No."
"Do you feel guilty."
"No."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes."
"Do you feel less of me now?"
"No."
A long pause.
"How do you feel about me, Mark?"
A longer pause.
"I don't know why I'm saying this...but...Rich...I think I love you."
"For real?"
"Yes."
"I think I love you, too."
"Where do think we go from here?"
"I don't know."
"Whaddya think's gonna happen?"
"I'm not sure, Mark. But I think we had better go slow...take it one day at a time...get to know each other, first...see if this is the real thing or just a premature emotional release."
"O.K...I'm game."
Another pause.
"You know, I don't even know your middle name."
I laughed.
"It's Fredric...what's yours?"
"Don't laugh...It's Mark."
"You're kidding."
"Nope...Richard Mark Crenshaw."
"Hi, 'Mark'...Big Brother."
"Hi, Mark, little buddy."
He moved my body over to face the wall and once again embraced me in a spoon position and hugged me, my back to his chest. He kissed the back of my neck.
"Let's go to sleep...you have classes tomorrow."
"Will I have THIS tomorrow night?"
"Count on it."
We slept.
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As we began getting to know each other. I was astonished at one discovery. I wasn't mistaken. That first night, Rich had knelt by his bed and prayed. Rich was going to be a priest...an Anglican priest, down south that would be called "High Episcopalian."...All this and heaven too? I smiled, because each day, I was falling more and more in love with him and he was responding in the same manner. I felt loved.
I maintained contact with Jeff's parents, calling them once a week to check on them and to let them know I was "recovering" and school was going well. I should have been guilty. I talked to them, more, than I did with my own parents.
School was busy. It was homecoming and all the fraternity and sorority houses on Greek Row were decorating their houses to compete for the annual event. We were going to turn the outside of the Kappa house into the Santa Maria. I liked most of my classes, I even picked up an extra, in drama. We had had tryouts for the next production and I had won the role of "Hal", a wanderer from the wrong side of the tracks, in "Picnic." Happy days were here once more. One of the sororities had asked me to arrange some music for their ALL SING to be held in March. Dan had called and asked if I could play a walk on in the current production of "The Man Who Came To Dinner." I played a radio operator with about six lines...four minutes on and then off. Sure, I could do that. I needed MONEY, though, so I made a few calls to some of the old places I use to play in highschool. Someone told me they were looking for a jazz pianist at club called, "The Turf". It was a private club that sold mixed drinks, which were still illegal in the state,,,but the owner apperently knew who to "pay off" and the club was hot and lively. I went to "The Turf" and met the owner,Abby, a rather large plump woman, around forty-five, red hair and a laugh that was patterned after Sophie Tucker, the last of the red hot mommas.
I had only played about a half chorus of, "Do Nothin' Til You Hear From Me", when she slapped her hand on the bar and yelled, "You're HIRED!" It was only on weekends, but she paid $100.00 a night. I took it. I had discussed it with Tommy, my pledgemaster, about not having a car.
He reassured me, "Don't worry, I'll see you get there. You've got "brothers" now. We take care of each other. Rich was none too pleased about my working in a "bar" and I was only 19 years old. (I'd had a birthday).
Let's see now, I have Rich, Kappa, the sorority glee club, "Picnic", the community theater's "Man Who Came to Dinner", a job...playing jazz...money...what had I forgotten?...You know, damned well what I had forgotten...my classes...studying...grade point average..THAT'S what I had forgotten. I was cutting classes left and right,...BUT I WAS POPULAR!! That seemed to be uppermost in my mind, at the moment...and oh yeah, did I forget to say that I was in love...totally, completely in love...with Rich. Our love making had exceded all expectations. No one at he frat house suspected a thing. Rich spent a lot of time at St. Stephan's. talking with Father Bryan, trying to choose the right seminary for next fall. Rich would graduate from the University in June and go on for his religious training the following September.
We loved and "trusted" each other. Rich was the first person I ever found I could trust. It was a new feeling for me. Around the campus we were just two popular guys from the same fraternity. In the house, around the bros., we were Big Brother and pledge, but behind the door of our bedroom we were David and Jonathan,,,No wonder David wrote such beautiful poetry...he was in love with his "Big Brother" too.
Rich was to read the First Lesson at mass on Sunday, and it was my the first time I had agree to go to church with him. Being influenced by my mother's religion, I had been reared a southern Baptist. I had rebelled refusing to be baptized. A couple of years ago, I had taken a job as pianist/organist/choirmaster/ at a Presbyterian Church, for a short while. When the minister learned that I was still a "heathen", I was given to options, get baptized or lose your job. So in a private ceremony, I was "sprinkled". I was to meet Rich in the vestibule at St. Stephan's, at 10:45AM before the 11:00 mass. There was no one present in the outer "lobby". The curtain was drawn, which led into the main sanctuary. I heard no voices and wondered if I had been mistaken about the time and place. At 10:50, Rich came in the front door.
"Hi", I said, "No one's here"
"Whaddya mean?"
"Listen...no one's here."
Mark walked over and pushed the curtains open. The sanctuary was packed with people. They were all on their knees on little prayer benches praying or just staring at the altar.
"What are they doing?"
"They're praying, you clown, getting ready for the mass."
"Do they always do this?"
"Everytime. They come to worship."
I stood there in disbelief. I had never been to church where the congregation didn't talk and revel in gossip before the minister got up to his pulpit and all but had to pound a gavel to get the crowd's attention. I'd never seen such reverence. Was this for real? No wonder Rich found so much solace, here. I never knew such a place existed. If there was a God, then He must live HERE. (Where people respected HIM), I thought in my naivete. I walked down the aisle and felt a chill. I sat down and suddenly felt an urge to kneel on the prayer bench and pray. This was a new experience for me.
When the service was over, Rich introduced me to Father Bryan.
"Father, this is my better half."
I blushed as he put out his hand, warmly, to take mine.
"I've heard all about you, Mark. You must come to see me some time."
"I..uh..will".
When we walked up the street toward the car, I had bought, a second-hand blue Mustang. I looked at Rich and asked, "Weren't you a little forward in introducing me to a priest, as your "better half". Suppose he suspected something about us?"
"He knows ALL about us, little buddy, I told him...You see this church does not condemn homosexuality. It accepts people like us as we are, not what we should be."
Rich was driving while I was on the passenger side, just shaking my head, trying to let all this sink in.
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I got a 1.5 average for my first semester's GPA. It was too low to be voted in as an active frat member. I would be placed on probation and have to wait until the end of the second term. I had passed extracurricular activities with flying colors, but flunked school. This displeased Rich. It meant I would be almost one semester behind. He looked over my weekly schedule and X'd out the things I had to discontinue...Community theater...sorority sings...parties... He let me continue to work at the Turf because he knew I needed the money.
We were like two married people...sharing...making decisions...plans for the future. Except the one he made by himself that would change my life forever. Rich was active in R.O.T.C., and owed the army six months upon graduation from college. I told him he didn't have to keep the obligation, he could get a religious deferral since he was going to be a priest. I was scared. The war was raging in Viet-Nam. I had heard of several of my highschool classmates, already having been killed.
Rich assured me for a six month's gig, they would not send him to Viet-Nam. He would be sent to a safe base where he could counsel guys my age and give them a little courage to prepare for war. This was unsettling. I had knots in my stomach. Why would he leave me, even for six months? One would have to know Rich and his love for his fellow human beings to understand his motives. He was the greatest person I had ever known...and he was MINE.
All right, if you go to the army, I'll go spend the summer with my uncle in California. Mother's brother, had made a career of the army. He was now married with a son and was stationed at Fort Ord, near Monterey. It was settled that when Rich returned, with his army pay, which he would save, we would take one of those 21 day tours of Europe. He, as I, had never been abroad.
So when June came, Rich graduated with top honors. I passed well enough to receive my fraternity's initiation and I became an active brother. I had kept one secret from Rich. I was thinking seriously about going into the priesthood, myself.
Rich was told that he was being assigned to Iceland. Thank God. I hadn't heard of any war with the Icelanders. We spent our last night together in the most beautiful night of lovemaking I had ever experienced. He was going to fly down to West Palm to say goodbye to his folks. I drove him to the airport. I hugged him before he went through the gate. He squeezed me tightly.
"See you around the first of February. Write me dammit. Be good. Don't date, trick, or fall in love!! Got it?!"
"Got it," I said holding back my tears.
"Just remember, when you go to bed at night, I'm thinking about you, no matter where we are...and of course, I love you...my little buddy."
"I love you. You are all I have or will ever want in life."
He left. I drove to my mother's house to tell her I was going to drive to California to spend the summer with Andy, her brother, his new wife and son.
"Drive to California? Are you crazy? I'm putting my foot down. You are not going ANYWHERE!!" was her response.
"Like hell I won't!!" I shouted as I took a swing and slapped her. This was the first time I had ever hit anyone. I slapped her so hard she fell in the flooring, bursting into tears.
I didn't remember having left any clothes there. when I moved out. But I checked. Finding nothing I stormed out the door...got in my Mustang and headed WEST!
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TOMMY:
I think the farthest I had ever driven was maybe 30 miles. I had only been out of my state, once in my entire life...the three days I was in New York on the highschool senior trip, and we had travelled by train. I didn't know a damned thing about a car. I knew the pedals, the steering wheel, and the radio.
I was only 20 miles beyond the city limits when I saw steam spouting from beneath the hood of the Mustang. "Oh God," I thought. "I've gone 20 miles and the car is on fire. How would I put it out?? Pee on it?. I pulled the car over to the shoulder and like all fools, I raised the hood. I've never figured out why we do that. It wasn't smoke, it was steam, coming out of that thing that Rich always filled with water. Since it was steaming, it must have water in it, otherwise there wouldn't be any steam. Apparently I hadn't pulled far enough off the road because this Georgia state trooper parked and back of me and came to inquire about my trouble. He had a brother with a tow truck, whom he called to my rescue. I heard that the "radiator's" seal was broken and it would have to be removed and welded. Shit!! I had just made the grandest exit of my life and all I got was 20 miles...only 3,000 more to go.
When we reached the service station, I knew I couldn't go home. The car could not be welded until sometime tomorrow....Wasn't this the time that Mike Curtis always seemed to come by and save me, as he had so often done before, by happenstance? Where was he now. The only person I could call would be Tommy, my pledgemaster. I phoned his house, told him of my latest predicament, and a half hour later, I was in the passenger seat of his car, with his driving me to his house to spend the night.
Tommy would be a senior at the University, in the fall. His father was dead. He lived with his mom and a sixteen year old brother. He and Jimmy shared a bedroom, containing two double beds. The room was spacious enough to accommodate. Tommy's parents were no where nearly as wealthy as Jeff's but when his father had died, he had left them well off. I had always liked Tommy, we had a fun relationship from the start. He was short, cute, still had the raven flat-top hair. He's the kind of guy you see in the movies that's everyone's best friend, but he never gets the girl in the end.
There was no doubt of his being straight. It was funny to think of his having sex with anyone, male or female. His partner would probably start laughing during the love making...he was just funny. He made you feel good just being around him...and he delighted in helping everybody, anyway that he could. God knows. he had saved my ass a time or two.
When i met his mom, I knew where the mirth came from. She should have had her own sitcom, She was hilarious talking about cooking and cleaning. That must've been a great house to live in. I always seemed to see "greener grass", no matter where I went. After supper, Jimmy went to a baseball game, and his mother went to her bedroom to watch "I Married Joan" rerun. I could hear her laughing even with her door closed.
I recited the agenda of Rich's plans in the army...his departure, earlier this afternoon... and my "departure" from my mother. I told him about the plans to travel to Europe upon Rich's return. When I had finished, I expected the question and answer period to follow... it did. Tommy's first question was:
"You coming back to school in the fall?"
"I don't know, now. I'm going to California and get to know my uncle. I haven't seen him for years."
He got serious, "Mark, whaddya want to do with your life?"
"Lots...I don't know...nothing maybe? Something I haven't told Rich, I might want to become a priest like him. I started out wanting to be a doctor, then a psychologist, then a jazz musician,...I've even thought about becoming an actor."
"You and Mark, tell each other everything, don't you. I've never seen two guys so close."
"Yeah, Rich is my family, right now...my best friend...my confidante."
"Would you get mad if I asked you something?"
"No, shoot." I knew what was coming.
"You and Rich are MORE than just friends, aren't you?"
"I think I know what you want to hear, Tommy, yes, we are MORE than friends. We are lovers...we are "married", so to speak...we're both gay...and have been since Jeff was killed."
"You and Jeff, too?"
I nodded.
"Wow, maybe you should consider acting. You've had everyone fooled."
"What happened between Rich and me, stayed with Rich and me. If you ever suspected anything, I thank you for not letting on, to anyone. Most straight guys wouldn't be as understanding and tolerant as you, Tommy."
"Straight?"
"You are straight, aren't you."
"Mark, I'm not anything. Straight, gay, bisexual. I've never done anything, with anyone...I fool around with Jimmy, my brother sometimes. but you're looking at a sexual neophyte."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope...no one has ever taken me serious enough to let me try anything with them."
"What kind of things?"
"Fucking a cunt, eating her out, jerking off in front of someone, sucking a dick...everything...I've done none of those things."
"What do you and Jimmy do, together?"
"Nothing really, we take turns looking a dirty pictures and jerking off together...God, don't tell anyone, please."
"Why should I? You've kept Rich's and my secret for almost a year."
"Shit, man, now I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be. I've never seen a naked woman other than my mother."
"Girls never turned you on?"
"Nope, just guys."
"O.K. now, let me ask you...would I turn you on?"
"You could."
"If, and I'm saying if, I did, what would you do...or rather what would we do?"
"Well..." I slid closer to him on the couch, " I might put my arm around you...like this...I might press my leg next to yours...like this...I might slowly drop my hand on your thigh and let is slide to your crotch...like this...I might feel you gatting a hard-on...like the one I'm feeling...and I might kiss you...like this...".
It wasn't the biggest or the most passionate kiss I had ever given, but it was enough to prove mu point.
"Damn" he said when we unlocked out lips. "What's happening? I've never felt like this before. You got me hard, just by touching my leg...Did you get hard, too, Mark?"
` "Wanna feel?"
He timidly felt between my legs.
"God, you're hard, too...and you're big, too."
Pause.
"Do you think you would let me see it?"
"Sure, but not here...let's go into your bedroom...catching us is one thing I don't think your mother would laugh at."
We went into his room and he locked the door. He was waiting for me to raise the curtain and give him a show."
"Tommy, I'll let you see me, if you get undressed with me. I may be an actor but I'm not an exhibitionist."
He nervously tugged, pulled, unzipped, unbuttoned, in a frenzy until all he had on was a pair of white socks. He was hairy, a nice black patch on his chest, thick little bushes under his arms and over his pubic area. Jeff, Rich, and I, all three, being blondes, had almost no chest hair. He reminded me more of my cousin Teddy in the tent. His dick was still swollen...a nice shape, cut, over six inches. He was hiding a trophy and didn't know it. He could have pleased anyone with that package. Without his clothes, he was a short hunk. In the usual procedure, the last thing I removed was always my briefs. I slowly slid down the elastic band to heighten his anticipation. When I stood up, I heard a little gasp.
"Mark, you're huge and you're beautiful...would you mind if I touched it?"
"It's your treat," I said.
He came to me with an outstretched hand and grabbed my shaft and squeezed and pumped me a couple of times.
"Mark, forgive me, but I've gotta have it."
He sank to his knees with a thump and engulfed my cockhead in his mouth, like a kid with a Tootsie Pop. His right hand grabbed where my shaft joined my pubes, and encased my balls at the same time. He was hungry. He was plunging up and down my dick with a deep, wet, deliberate, gouge. How long had he wanted this? How long had he wanted me? Southerners are known for their manners and timidity, that is, until they get a "go ahead"...and he was "going" on my "head".
"Wait, wait, wait, Tommy, I'm getting close...let go."
He ignored my warning. "No man, I want it...I want ALL of it!"
And with that "go ahead", I gave it to him...I gave ALL of it to him. I felt myself shooting in spurts and streams...three, four...here comes another one...eight, nine, nine and a half...I was dry. He had sucked every last drop I had churned. He was swallowing as fast as I was shooting. When he had finished, his breathing began to calm down.
"God, that was wonderful," he said.
"You were tremendous...a natural born cocksucker," I laughed. "I was your first?"
"My first... anything."
"Would you like me to do you?"
"No, that wouldn't be fair to Rich." (pause) "Could I jerk off on your stomach?"
"Sure, but let me lie down."
I lay on the bed, as he straddled my hips, and masturbated. It only took about 20 strokes before he reared his head back with a cry and shot a spray that reached from my crotch to my forehead. God, if I had taken that one down the throat, it would have shot out my ass! He licked his cum in a line, straight up my body until he reached my lips. He became brave and ventured a kiss. I probed between his lips with my tongue. He was even surprised by this, and I licked his hot sperm off his tongue.
We heard a tapping at the door, "Tommy?". It was Jimmy.
"Tommy, why do you have the door locked.
We scrambled in a race to see who could dress faster. We were dressed in 20 seconds. Tommy opened the door.
"Ssh," he said, "Come in, I was showing Mark our "pictures" and didn't want Mom to catch us."
This explanation seemed to satisfy him. He came in and began to undress for bed.
Tommy looked at me as if to say, "Whew". but instead he asked, "Are you about ready to get undressed and go to bed, Mark?"
"Yeah, I'm tired, and I have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow." I said as I took off my clothes, leaving my briefs on, "snapping" the waistband loudly to let Jimmy know that Tommy and I weren't going to bed naked. When we got in bed, I did reach over and give Tommy's cock a squeeze and giggled quietly.
The next morning, Tommy took me to the Esso station to get my car. It was ready. I sat down behind the steering wheel and thought a moment about Tommy and last night, Had I cheated on Rich?...Cheated?...with TOMMY?...get serious!! I started the motor and headed toward I-75...next stop...California.
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(to be continued) that was then-10--CALIFORNIA!