Trimurti

Chapter Two Confusion

Five years since they graduated from the U of M, the three all ended up in Madison, Wisconsin. This was not a conscious decision on their part. Maybe it was karma.

Dick was the first to move to Madison soon after obtaining his Master's in Sociology. Working for the Dane County Welfare Department was fortuitous in many respects. Besides, it was the best of three offers he received. He found a comfortable and surprisingly affordable two bedroom apartment in Middleton on the west shore of Lake Mendota. This was the first time Dick had ever lived alone and it was a decided challenge. Richard Balfour was neat by nature, or maybe because his mother expected it when he was growing. However, he was a lousy cook . . . could hardly boil eggs. Soon he became highly proficient in the preparation of packaged foods, the ones you mix with fried hamburger. Frying hamburger he also mastered.

Dick got a call from Rick informing him that he had accepted a position with the university in Madison as an IT analyst in their computer section. Rick asked if he could crash at his apartment for a couple of days so he could look for an apartment.

"There's an apartment available in my building . . . but it may not be ritzy enough for you."

"Shit!" exclaimed Rick.

Although Rick's family was fairly well-to-do and he grew up in palatial surroundings, his natural demeanor did not belie that fact. It may be part of his rebellious nature.

When Rick arrived, Dick met him at the airport and brought him to his apartment. Rick was carrying a suitcase and a large wrapped package, On the way, Dick commented, "Oh, Hope you don't mind a sleeping bag. Haven't had a chance to furnish the place."

"Not at all," he lied. He was taken back with the prospect of sleeping on the hard floor in a sleeping bag. But he didn't let on.

Actually, the furnishings in Dick's apartment were simple, Spartan, but comfortable. Rick had run out and bought a bed and small dresser for the guest room along with linens as it was devoid of furnishings.

When he opened the guest room door for Rick he beamed with pride.

"You ass!" Rick exploded and playfully slugged his arm. "You had me thinking I would have to go out and buy an air mattress so I could at least sleep."

They both laughed. After Rick unpacked his light suitcase, he walked into the living room where Dick was watching a fairly big screen TV. It was his pride and joy.

"What did ya fix for supper?" Rick asked in mock seriousness. He knew Dick lacked even the most rudimentary cooking skills.

"Burnt toast and raw eggs with beer!" he said with a grin, "Unless you want Olive Garden."

"Mmmm," Rick pondered, "Think I'll choose Olive Garden! Had burnt toast and raw eggs with beer this morning."

"Ah! The choice of a true gourmand!"

Rick handed his friend the large wrapped package. It was surprisingly light for its size.

"Mother always said that when you visit a friends house for the first time, you always bring a host's gift. Here ya are!"

Dick quickly unwrapped it and set the gift down in front of him . . . a half case of Kleenex tissue.

In the most serious tone possible Rick stated, "Knew how much tissues you went through in the dorm . . . thought this would be appropriate."

Dick knew exactly what he was referring to!

"You ass!" and he dissolved into a fit of laughter.

"That is unless you quit that adolescent game."

Rick answered, "I the Pope an atheist?"

"Not to my knowledge."

Then Rick then produced a small, gift wrapped package and handed it to his friend. It was a beautiful sterling silver mounted desk calendar.

"Geese! This is beautiful," and then added. "It's too much, Rick."

"Yeah, I know, but thought that a guy from Brookings needed a little social uplift!"

"Thanks, really."

"Your welcome."

Dick stood up and embraced his friend and said, "Let's go and eat."

Dick had the apartment supervisor show Rick the vacant apartment in his building. It was identical to Dick's, but flipped, it faced the lake, a block away, had a balcony. Commensurately, it carried a higher rent. Rick accepted it and signed the lease.

A year later, Dick got a call from Al.

"Hey, guy!"

"Al!"

"How ya doin?"

"Great, and you?"

"Super. Say can I ask you a huge favor?"

"Sure. What?"

"I've been accepted into the Ph.D. program at Madison. I need to find an affordable place to live. Can I impose on you for a few days to put me up while I look"

"Of course you can ."

There was a one bedroom apartment coming up for rent, so Dick made an appointment for Al to see it. As luck would have it, the apartment was perfect and within Al's budget. Al had received a fellowship that carried a decent stipend and he had refused help from his parents. They could have afforded to help, but Al decided that he would do this on his own.

The night that Al arrived, the three went out for supper.

Rick asked, with a smirk, "Didn't he offer you burnt toast and raw eggs with beer?"

"What?"

"That's what he offered me last year!"

"Geese!"

Rick stated, straight faced, "I've learned better. Rick is my social etiquette teacher. Tonight we're going to IHOP!"

"Oh! Gawd," moaned Rick.

They burst into gales of laughter.

Al is to graduate next week after three difficult years. Unlike his undergraduate stint at the U of M, Al had developed into a dedicated student. He took classes in the summer, passed his comprehensives on the first attempt and finished his desertion in record time.

He was a bit down as his father's elder brother passed away two days before graduation and Al's parents couldn't make the graduation. So I informed Al and Rick, dinner's on me! I didn't tell them that dinner was going to be at my apartment. Secretly, I had been taking a class at a community college in basic cooking. I enjoyed it and found out that it wasn't difficult at all. My one down fall is that I'm a miserable failure in baking. If any recipe has flower and yeast or baking soda in it, I cross it off my list quickly!

About a half year before, I had purchased a small dining room table and four chairs. Early the day before graduation I bought nice place mats, a set of decent dishes and six wine glasses. My menu included strip sirloin steak with mushroom gravy, steamed green beans and mashed potatoes. The dessert I bought at a local bakery! No use tempting fate. Individually, nothing was difficult. But, deciding when to start what tried me. Nonetheless, I made it through the ordeal.

We were to meet at my apartment before going out, ostensibly. So when they knocked on my door, I opened it and announced, "Welcome to Chez Dick!"

They were shocked. Rick the most.

"Oh, my gawd . . . burnt toast, raw eggs and beer," Rick grimaced.

He was more shocked when he walked in and saw the dining table complete with place mats, wine glasses and candles.

"Who's catering this do?"

"I am!"

Well, it was a minor success. Everything was quite edible, even tasty. I was proud as a peacock. Even the wine wasn't too bad. None of us are wine connoisseurs.

About 8:00, there was a knock on the door. I had just finished clearing the table before dessert. Answering the door, a man stood there and asked, "Is Alston Franklyn here?"

"Al, it's for you."

The man handed him an envelope, Al opened it. It was a graduation card from his folks. He teared up a bit.

"It's down stairs," the man said.

"What's downstairs," Al asked.

"You'd better come down and see!" he answered.

Rick and I followed Al. We were as curious as hell, certainly as curious as Al was. When we stepped outside, the man pointed. There at the curb was a bright red Thunderbird!

"Oh! my Gawd!" I gasped.

"Geese!" said Rick.

Al was immobile, tears coursing down his cheeks.

Then he started to sob as he walked to the car. The man handed him a set of keys and said, "Congratulations!"

Finally, Al yowled like a banshee and ran around the car two or three times like a wild man, yelling, "My favorite car! They knew it was my favorite car!"

"Now that's class," Rick murmured.

I was so happy for him.

After the furor died down, we went back up stairs to have our dessert. Rick slipped a small package from his jacket, saying, "Congratulations, Al."

Inside a blue velvet case was an elegant Waterman pen and pencil.

Al looked at Rick and started to cry again.

"Well if I knew it would get this reaction, I'd have bought you a new pair of basketball shoes!"

Al reached over and gave Rick a big hug, Rick smiled. Then Al turned to me and gave me an equally big hug.

"What a wonderful day. A guy couldn't have better friends!"

We were silent for a while.

"Dessert?" I asked.

"You cooked it?" Rick enquired.

"No, bought it at the bakery."

"Then, I'll have some," he snorted.

We all laughed.

The next Wednesday, we were eating at our favorite restaurant when Al stated, "Need some time off. Rented a cabin on Lake Geneva for three days. Would like you guys to come along."

"Love to," I said.

"Geese, I can't," Dick said. The Department is hosting a conference for the weekend . . . a lot of big wigs are coming. Sorry"

"That's OK," Al said, then turning to me, "But can you, Rick?"

"Yeah. Sure."

We drove to Lake Geneva on Friday afternoon in Al's new car. He was so proud of it. The cabin was of the quaint log variety and air conditioned. It possessed one very large room, a king size bed, a roll-away, easy chairs, coffee table, a television and a stone fireplace . . . comfortable. The bath was ample with a glass, walk in shower and floor to ceiling decorator tile. A lodge with dining room, gift shop, lounge and an inclosed swimming pool complemented the resorts whole. We ate in the dining room that night and had a great dinner including a bottle of wine.

We went to our cabin , switched on the TV to get the news and then we found a series of adult channels. Al selected a bi movie. In it were two studs who seemed to pay more attention to each other than the stacked babe.

After a while, "Wanna flip for the bed?" I asked, half in jest.

"Thought we could share it," Al stated.

"Can I trust you?"

"Haven't you always," he retorted with a smile.

I showered first, and climbed into bed. Al followed leaving the bathroom light on.

I was hoping that Al would make a move. It had been a couple of years, actually before he came to Madison since we last connected and the sight of his body and close proximity made me anxious for his touch. But, I didn't know if he felt the same way anymore.

Met this great guy at the conference Friday, named Bill, about my age, intelligent, affable and a former football player at Iowa. For some reason, we hit it off straight away. Saturday afternoon, during a break, he asked if I'd like to go to a party that night. Apparently he got an invitation from a friend of his who lived in Madison.

"Sure, why not?" I answered.

We met and he directed me to this place, a private club in south Madison. When we walked in, everything in the entry seemed normal enough. The music was blaring and the crowd seemed to be mostly guys, actually, after I looked around, all guys . . . maybe fifty or so.

In the center of the main room was a raised platform, eight feet square. A guy was standing on the platform trying to dance. He wasn't too good, but those surrounding the platform clapped and gave him their encouragement. The more he gyrated, the more encouragement he received. He peeled off his shirt to the clapping and cheering of his audience. That seemed to encourage him as he jerked about more frenetically and went to work on his pants. Soon the clapping was in unison as he pulled down his zipper, let the pants fall and stepped out of them. A great cheer rose from those about the platform as he danced in his boxers.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" the crowd chanted as he slipped his thumbs into the boxer's waist band. He slowly lowered them and stepped free of the crumpled boxers. I was taken back and not a little amazed as his cock came into view. The `dancer' was not a big guy. Maybe five-ten and probably one-hundred-sixty pounds, but it was endowed like a stallion. He had a big dick for his size. The crowd went wild as he gyrated and bounced around, his long soft schlong flopping this way and that from one thigh to the other and then back and forth between his legs!

Then another guy jumped up on the platform with him and started to dance. He was a better dancer. Soon he was naked too! The second guy started to fondle the thin guy's cock and he became obviously aroused as his prick lengthened and finally stood straight out from his body. This caused a considerable ovation from the crowd. The second dancer sashayed up to his partner, reached out and grabbed that hard cock.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" the crowd chanted obscenely. This was all the catalyst the second dancer needed. He dropped to his knees and started to suck that long hard cock.

I was amazed and a bit stunned as I watched that . . . performance.

"Look," the guy next to me exclaimed, "He's taking that whole damned thing into his mouth!" Indeed he was.

For the past few minutes, my eyes had been locked on the erotic enactment on the platform. As I tore my eyes from that scene, I became aware that throughout the room a number of guys were in various stages of undress and sexual activity--kissing, fondling, sucking and even one or two were fucking.

"Damn!" I said to myself, "This is a fuckin orgy!"

Bill who was standing next to me all that time, stated, "Interesting!"

"Yeah," I answered, that was obvious.

I felt his hand on my shoulder. That didn't bother me too much. But then it travelled down and it started to rub and massage my back. That felt nice, actually it felt good. I started to spring an erection. From my back his hand moved down and started to rub circles on my ass cheeks. I trembled slightly and I developed a full grown hard on. Bill's large hand cupped my right ass cheek and squeezes it. Suddenly I felt his other hand cupping my crotch and kneading my hard cock.

"What do we have here?" he whispered in my ear, then added, "Gawd, you've got a big one!"

After a second or two of his groping I grasped his wrist and lifted his hand off.

"Sorry," I said hoarsely, "I'm really not in to this."

"That's what your mouth says, seems your cock has different ideas!"

"Well, not here, not now!"

Why did I say that? Sounds that I might be interested in his advance.

"Too bad."

"Sorry," I said again and as I said that I saw in my peripheral vision a movement around his waist. I looked down and some guy was unzipping Bill's pants and fishing out his cock. He pulled out his hard cock and started to suck it. Bill loosened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. I moved away, a bit embarrassed. Just then, there arose a great roar from the platform area.

Turning my attention back to the platform I was just in time to see long dick' shove his incredible length up the ass of his dancing partner . . . all of it . . . every fuckin inch. The recipient of that long cock didn't seem too displeased. Soon the clapping fell in time with the thrusting of long dick.' I was mesmerized totally. It was a few seconds before I realized that my crotch was being fondled again.

"Gawd! What a big one! You wanna fuck me?" was whispered in my ear.

"No thank you," was all I answered. I finally found a quiet corner and watched.

Within an hour the interior of the club was filled with a tangle of arms, legs, cocks, asses, sucking mouths and fucked asses. It was too much for me. I was verging on sensual overload. My engorged, trapped cock ached for release from my briefs. I stepped outside. There, I saw standing another guy, smoking.

"Quite a party!"

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes.

"Not my cup of tea."

"Mine either," then added, "You need a ride?"

"Thanks, but got wheels."

I went back inside to find Bill. He hadn't moved much from where I had left him earlier. Another guy was now sucking his cock while his ass was being pumped by an amazingly tall stud. Apparently he enjoyed getting fucked cause every thrust of the tall guy's latex enclosed cock illicited a moan of delight from Bill's lips.

Getting his attention, I asked, "Can you get a ride? I wanna leave."

"No problem," he gasped as he was being pummeled on both his front and back.

I found my car, jumped in, got home, immediately stripped and jacked off!

Seeing Rick naked again, there in the room of the cabin sent my juices flowing. As we lay in the bed, I wondered if he would still be compliant to an advance from me. My cock was raging and my mouth ached to feel his throbbing cock in my mouth. But, it had been quite a while since we connected. I wasn't what you would call an inveterate cock sucker.

I moved my hand slowly, tentatively under the bed cover `til I touched his. He moved his fingers against mine, I answered his finger's motion. Then Rick tightly clasped my hand in his and squeezed. That was the trigger!

Within a nanosecond he was in my arms, our hands and tongues searching. I strained to feel the whole length of his body against mine as he returned the search. I felt his probing tongue swirl with mine in a long incredibly passionate kiss. We broke, breathless.

"Gawd! I've wanted you."

"I've wanted you too."

Without another word, I moved down to his pleasure zone and sucked into my hungry mouth his delicious, hard, quivering cock.

"Oh! Gawd," Rick gasped.

I sucked his cock like it was my last one!

"Move," Rick gasped, "I wanna suck you too!"

I wasn't what you would call an inveterate cock sucker. My only foray into gratuitous sucking was that guy in the library john, Jeff Aaronson. But for some reason Al's magnificent cock always seemed to call me.

I threw the bed clothes off us, spun around `til we were face to cock and we fell into a passionate sixty-nining. Each of us bobbed up and down furiously. Then I felt Rick fondling my balls. That always sent me into the stratosphere.

"Ahhhh!"

One finger strayed to that most sensitive spot just behind my balls and lightly massaged that area.

"Oh! Geese," and I lifted my leg to allow easier access.

His lightening-tipped finger strayed to my tight, pursed bud.

"AHHHH!"

That must have sent a message to him as he concentrated his finger on that most sensitive place. I felt a pressure as he attempted to enter that guarded tunnel with his dry finger. It was locked tight. He tried again, but there seemed no use. I disengaged myself, ran to the bathroom, grabbed a bottle of hand lotion from the shaving case and raced back to my former position. Squeezing some lotion on two of my fingers, I anointed my bud and even slipped one finger tentatively in. Rick took over from there

"Ahhhh," I moaned as I felt Rick's exploring finger press against that gate and gain admittance and slid in.

I had been sucked and finger fucked before, but it never was as erotically delicious as when Rick did it. And I loved it when he explored my uncut cock, slipping the foreskin back and forth with his lips and tongue.

My whole being was eroticized. Every muscle in my body was trembling as he sucked me and fingered my hole, but none more than my quaking sphincter and pulsing cock.

I pulled of and spun around, kissing Rick deeply.

"Lay on your back."

"Why," he questioned.

"Cause, cause I wanna sit on your cock."

His eyes widened, "Al, have you ever been fucked before?"

"No," and then I added, "I was the first to suck you and I want you to be the first to fuck me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am," looking into his concerned face, "Have you ever fucked a guy's ass before?"

Rick shook his head, "No."

"Well, then it will be the first for both of us."

Saying that I squeezed some more lotion on my fingers, smeared it over my worked hole and gingerly slipped two fingers into me. Then, I covered Rick's hard, thick cock with more lotion, straddled his hips, reached behind and grasped his turgid cock, brought the helmeted head to my quaking bud and bore down. My sphincter resisted and I tried to relax and will my gate to open. I bore down some more and that big cock head POPPED in.

"Ahhhh!" I gasped. I had always heard that there was pain the first time you were fucked.

Man! There was pain!

I froze in placed, partially impaled and breathed deeply.

"You OK?"

"Yeah," I lied, "Just let me get used to it."

It took at least a minute of deep breathing and concentration before the pain subsided. That was a technique I learned from the Joy of Gay Sex. Then I lowered my ass down on that thick muscle an inch or so, held myself there, suspended and lowered some more. In a short time I was comfortably seated on Rick's thick hard cock as my balls nestled in his bush.

"How does it feel?" I asked Rick.

"Don't know! Been too concerned about you to notice."

Then I moved up, almost off and plunged down.

"Oh! My gawd! That's marvelous," then he added with a smirk, "I'll give you an hour to stop!"

Slowly I began to ass fuck Rick's cock--moving up and down, up and down, up and down. Faster and faster I went. Suddenly I was breathless from my exertion. I rolled off that magnificent instrument of pleasure and lay panting beside him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing . . . . Tired . . . . Your turn . . . . get between my legs and fuck me."

"Your wish is my command," as he crawled between his legs, lifted them to his shoulders, brought his cock to my pliant love tunnel and continued.

"Oh! Geese! Oh! Geese!" I gasped in utter delight as his great cock filled, then emptied, filled, then emptied, me faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

Rick was gasping from his luxurious exertion.

Then I felt him tense as he slammed into me all the way.

"ARGGHHH," he bellowed.

I could actually feel his opulent cock spasm deep in me and also felt his hot cum flooding my insides.

"Oh! Damn! Oh! Damn!" he gasped and collapsed on my chest. He was spent, utterly depleted!

He rolled off me, pulling his softening cock out of my quaking channel and lay quietly.

"That was so nice," I said.

"It was marvelous," came his reply.

I had never experienced an orgasm quite like that! The sensation of my cock sliding in and out of Al's tight ass was magnificent, awesome, glorious, superexcellent. Almost immediately, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke first. Al was still asleep. I got up padded to the bathroom, took a shower and went back and crawled in beside that magnificent man. I chuckled as I saw a substantial tenting of the sheet covering his hips.

Soon All awoke, stretched, and opened his eyes.

"Morning."

"Morning."

"I need to piss!"

"I can see that!"

Al jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, relieved his bladder, then I heard the shower running. Radiantly he walked back into the room, jumped over me and slid under the covers.

"How you feelin," I asked.

"Fine! Well . . . maybe a little tender. It's not every day a guy gets deflowered by a cock as big as yours."

"You asked for it," I snickered.

"I know I did and you sure as hell provided!"

Curious, "What was it like?"

"Mmmm, at first it hurt like hell! Can't deny that. . . . But after I got used to it I felt better . . . and better. There was a sensation of being . . . stuffed at first! And when you pulled out at he end, . . . I thought I was dumping a massive load," he chuckled.

"But it felt good?"

"More than good . . . I thought I was going to cum it felt so good. I began to luxuriate in the feel of your thick cock sliding in and out of me. Gawd, it was great!"

"Well, all I can say is that my wonderful incubus, my black incubus struck again and caused a most stupendous, astonishing orgasm I've ever had."

Al chuckled, rolled towards me, gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek.

Here I am lying in bed after that wierd party last night, thinking about the events of the evening. To tell the truth, I wondered why Bill even invited me? We had only met the day before. What made him think I would enjoy it?

Damn! And that guy on the platform! I had always thought I was amply endowed, but not compared to him! Wonder how that other guy could take all that cock up his ass?

Wonder how any guy could be fucked . . . take a hard cock up his ass hole? Seemed like Bill enjoyed it, though!

Gettin a blow job is another matter! I remember when Amy first went down on me. Amazing feeling! Guess in the dark any mouth would feel the same.

Damn! I'm hard again!

I reached for the convenient bottle of hand lotion on my bed stand, squeezed a generous portion in my palm, administered it to my upstanding cock and did what was naturel!

A couple of weeks after that amazing fuck, I stopped by the Student Union one afternoon to evaluate the new computer system they had installed. Their main computer was located in a small room tucked away in the basement. I had run a couple of diagnostics and everything seemed OK.

As I was leaving I realized that I had to use the john. Saw a sign at the end of the hall and went in. It was small . . . a couple of stalls and a urinal. One stall was occupied so I took the other.

The Student Union was a middle aged building and it appeared that any rennovation had not perculated down to the basement. The partitions between the stalls were plywood and badly in need of painting. Years of graffiti covered the walls and a smoothly worn glory hole made up the interior ensembles decore.

I remembered my first contact with a glory hole in the basement of the U of M library. A sensually erotic mental-physical relict of that experience raced through my brain. I glanced over and saw a pair of bare, muscular thighs. Leaning farther forward I observed a hard, long cock being pounded rhythmically. Well, I forgot all about the reason I had entered and started to fondle my own cock. Soon I was as hard as my neighbor. He started to lean forward, so I sat back, affording him a full view of my cock, if he wanted it.

The paper dispensers in the stalls were so positioned that if either guy leaned back his upper torso and head were obscured. I sat there feeling and playing with my hard cock for a while, then leaned forward slowly to view my neighbor. Obviously he saw my movement and had leaned back. I was treated to an unimpeded view of his cock and balls . . . he had spread his legs wide displaying not only his magnificent uncut cock, but his opulent ball sac as well. I noticed a large class ring on his right hand, ring finger, as the hand moved over his cock.

"Geese!" I thought to myself. Dick has a ring like that!

Then I saw my neighbor start to lean forward again and I waithed just long enough . . . .

IT WAS DICK!

What in hell is he doing here?

Thought ole Dicky boy was straight arrow!

I was somewhat stunned, but leaned forward again to look. The legs were still spread wide apart, the balls were still hanging, the great cock was still being jacked.

"I wonder?" I thought as I took a finger and ran it around the inner circumfrnace of the hole. He must have seen my finger, `cause he stopped his hand in mid stroke. Twice I ran my finger around the rim. Then he again leaned forward slowly.

I held my hand on my side of the hole and beckoned.

Nothing happened.

I leaned forward just as he sat back. He continued his cock play.

Quickly I scribbled on a square of tissue, "If you want a great blow job . . . stick it through."

I folded the tissue and stuck it part way through the hole, his hand reached over, took it from my light grasp, unfolded it and read it. There was a hesitation and then he moved forward, stood up, turned towards the hole and tentatively slid that glorious cock into my waiting mouth!

During the day, if ever I get extremely horny, which seems a lot since that `orgy party,' I take a short walk. My office is not far from the Student Union, and since it was towards the end of the day I asked my supervisor that since I hadn't taken lunch, would it be OK if I left early.

"Sure."

I walked to the union, had a couple of beers and tried to relax. I still had a hard on, and besides I had to take piss. I usually use a small john in the basement `cause it's never busy and I can take care of other needs without interruption. I walked in and saw that I would be alone. Entering into one of the familiar stalls, I dropped my pants and briefs, sat down and forced myself to piss. I've always found it hard as hell to piss with an erection.

Finally a flow! I shook the last drop off and stared to play with my insistent cock.

A minute later a guy came in and occupied the stall next to mine. I saw that he dropped his pants and sat down. Quietly I continued to play with myself. After a minute or so I realized that he was not using the toilet for the reason it was designed. I leaned forward to peer through the hole, and, sure enough, he, too was playing with himself. His pants were around his ankles, his thighs were spread apart and he was fisting a rather thick, substantial cock rising from his thick bush. Well that sight and knowledge sent my juices racing and I sat back and pounded in earnest.

Once or twice I stopped and peered through the hole . . . a kind of emotional buttress. He continued. I pounded my pud, and spread my legs wide. Then I saw his finger ring the edge of the hole a couple of times. I leaned forward and saw his hand beckoning me.

Now I knew what a glory hole was. I had seen one or two porn videos where they were featured. But I had never been propositioned through one . . . if that is the right term. Was there some sort of `glory hole ettiquet?'

I sat back considering what to do. It seemed I had three options: continue what I was doing, leave, or get a blow job! The fact that I was considering allowing myself to get sucked off by another guy was . . . unbelievable.

Then a finger and thumb appeared clasping a piece of rolled up paper. I took it and read it. the contents were direct and graphic: "If you want a great blow job . . . stick it through."

Well, that left little doubt!

"Hey! Why the hell not!" I said to myself. It wasn't like that club where every thing, literlally, was hanging out in he open . . . in the public. A little bit of gratuitous, anonymous sex never hurt anybody! So, I stood up, turned took a step and shoved my cock through.

"Oh! My Gawd! . . . . Oh! My Gawd!" I screamed to myself as I felt my throbbing cock being taken into that guy's hot, moist mouth. It was fantastic. After two or three bobbings, I concluded that this guy was a thousand times better than Amy. He was Leonardo and I was his canvas. I felt him push my loose foreskin back exposing my glans and his tongue swirled around my throbbing, super sensitive cock head.

"Oh! My Gawd!"

Then in on incredible movement he took the whole length of my rampant, pulsing cock down his throat. It was incredibly delicious!

"Oh! My Gawd!"

I grabbed the top of the partition for support and pushed in the whole length of my quivering cock. I could feel his tongue swirl around my super-heated cock head as he bobbed on and off my shaft. Soon I could feel him swallow all I had to offer. That feeling was so incredible, I gasped out loud.

Luckily I was supported by the top of the partition, `cause my knees began to shake and I though I would collapse from that delicious, lascivous onslaught! It was like another body experience.

"Oh! My Gawd! . . . . Oh! My Gawd!" I again screamed to myself as my juices boiled and began to reach cosmic proportions.

As a one off experience, this has got to rate a 99%.

My sexual experiences wern't vast or wide spread. I lost my virginity in high school to an older, experienced girl. That was awesome to a guy my age. I dated fairly regularly throughout my university experience and had my share of sex. But, nothing, nothing compared to the incredibly sensual feelings that that guy's mouth provided me. It was awesome, wondrous, amazing, even spectacular. I was drawn into that luxuriously erotic feeling, that experience like an addict is drawn to drugs.

I could feel my being being released from it s earthly bonds as I rocketed into that cosmic glory. I arched my body forward, deeper, bowing the old plywood partition as I strained for every atom of delight.

"Aarrgghh!" I gasped as I felt my cum forcefully jet into the guy's throat.

When I ceased my ejaculatory spasms, I pulled out, reached down, pulled up my briefs and pants, zipped up and left the Student Union's basement men's room as quickly as I could. It was as though I was running away from those feelings, those desires and the acknowledgement that I truly enjoyed being sucked off by that guy.

I drove home in a fog, a trance of sated wonderment and confusion.

As I lie on my sofa, I attempt to make some sense of what had happened. I have not or am not homophobic. I just have never had any interest in another guy. Oh, I have been curious, curious of guy's equipment glimpsed in the showers, but not obsessed to the point of desiring any sort of conjunction. And I had perticipated in early adolescent circle jerks.

I must admit, I was taken back, almost scandalized at the various couplings I witnessed at the club that Saturday night. But, I did stay for a while, nearly an hour and watched as the participants sucked, fucked each other repeatedly, in all sorts of permutations and modes, or so it seemed. I wasn't even violently repelled when I was gropped in that super sexual atmosphere.

Surely, today's apparent folly couldn't have been caused by the two beers I had at the Student Union! Why did I do that? Why did I allow it?

"Wow!" I said to myself, "That was awesome!"

Since I have known Dick and certainly since I had been initiated into the delights in sucking, I had never actively yearned to suck Dick's magnificent cock. But, when the opportunity presented itself, I certainly wasn't going to back away!

This glory hole experience was entirely different from my only other one. Then, it was all anonymous. This time, although Dick may not have known it was me, I certainly knew who's cock I was sucking. That made it for me, not only acceptable, but indeniably erotic.

The fact that Dick raced out of here like a scared rabbit made me realize that under no circumstances would I ever bring up this little menage to him.

Sitting back, I pounded my prick `til I unloaded my cum and then left.

I was watching television a few nights later when there was a knock on my door. I answered it. There stood Al.

"Hi."

"Hi, Rick . . . say have you seen Dick?"

"No, . . . I think he said something about going home for the weekend."

"Oh!"

"Is there a problem?"

"Naw, I wanted to borrow a couple of DVD's from him, that's all."

"Well, come on in anyway . . . you can look through mine . . . maybe you might find some you haven't seen."

"Mmmm. OK."

Al was wearing maroon satiny jogging shorts and a black T-shirt. The shorts did nothing to mask his dangling dick in their flimsy supporter.

"Damn!" I exclaimed.

"What?"

"You're going to get attacked wearing such revealing shorts in public!"

"I should be so lucky," he said with a grin.

I stepped in front of him, sank to my knees, grabbed the waist band of the jogging shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. His subtantial, hooded cock swung free. Immediately, I took it into my watering mouth!

"Damn!" he said, and added, "I just wanted a DVD!"

Within seconds his limp cock added in its dimension `til soon it was totally erect and hard.

Pulling off a second, I stated, "Well, you have only yourself to thank! You were the one who introduced me to this wonder."

He chuckled as I went back to that dark, luxurious, love muscle. As I lasciviously administered to that great cock, I lowered my running pants to my knees and played with my burgeoning cock.

Pulling off Al's cock, I directed him to, "Lay down."

Al quickly reclined on the carpet while I pulled off my pants and crawled between his legs and reattacked that glorious cock.

"Ahhh! Damn, you're good!" he rasped as I continued to fondlw my rampant dick while sucking his.

My whole being became sensitized as I swallowed that wondrous thing.

Drawing off his cock and standing up, I said, "Don't move!" and I went to my bedroom and retrieved a bottle of hand lotion. Returning, I knelt between his legs and slathered his great cock with the slippery substance.

"What are you doing" Al gasped.

"I'm going to sit on your cock, my black incubus!"

"Oh! Geese!"

I had not been with Al since our time at Lake Geneva, and his description of how he felt with my cock buried in his ass intrigued me. I don't consider myself over sexed, but if the opportunity appears I generally raise to the occasion and I felt that I wanted to experience the same joy that he did.

I played with his slippery ebony scepter as I fingered my ass and lubed it, first with one finger, then another, finally a third. I was so hot! I felt my sphincter relax. Then I pushed Al's legs together, straddled his hips and began to lower myself onto that pinkish-purple helmet. As it suddenly POPPED in I was wrenched.

"Ahhhh!" Al moaned.

I gasped from the intrusion and the sharp pain. Soon the pain subsided. I lowered myself a bit and held my position. After a couple of minutes I was totally impaled on that rampant rod.

Slowly, I began to move up and down and I delighted in the feel of the satiny skin of that hard shaft moving past my sensitive ass opening.

"Oh, my gawd! Oh, my gawd! Oh, my gawd!" I murmured from sheer delight. "It feels so fuckin good!"

"Ohhhh!" moaned Al and he grasped my hard cock, sticking out from my lower belly. Al, I was to find is quite flexible for a man his height. He sat up, bent over, grasped my waist and took the head of my ruddy cock in his mouth!

"Ahhhh!" I groaned, having my ass and cock both assaulted. I fucked his cock harder and at the same time my cock was fucking his mouth! It was delightful beyond measure. Finally he fell back from the exertion.

Pulling off his beautiful cock, I stood up, stepped to the side of him and said, "Fuck me standing, Al!"

Standing up, he grasped my waist as I bent over and POPPED this opulent head past my sphincter, only to pull it our and POPPED it in again. This he did four or five times, then pushed it all the way in!

"OH, MY GAWD!" I bellowed from the sheer ecstacy of his action.

Clutching my hips firmly, Al began to piston fuck my screamingly, hot, love tunnel. My head bobbed uncontrollably from the force of his deep penetrations. I was being fucked into cosmic oblivion.

"I'm gonna cum!" Al said, "I'm GONNA CUM! . . . I'M GONNA CUM!" then "ARGGHHH!" He bellowed like a bull.

I could feel his big cock spasm and jerk inside of me! I could even feel the massive jets of cum unleashed deep in me!

"I . . . can feel . . . you, I can . . . feel you . . . cum . . . in me," I stammered.

Al, slowly pulled out his ebony monster. I felt empty. He wrapped his arms around me and his fingers sought, wrapped around my still hard rod, and he finished me off! I was so close to cumming, it only took a half a minute to have me groaning and shooting my cum.

"That was truly an awesome fuck," Al whispered in my ear. I could feel his softening cock nestle in my warm cleft.

"It was fantastic!"

Al had introduced me to sucking cock and now he was instrumental in introducing me to the pleasures of having a cock in my ass. Both I enjoyed, but I didn't jump into the erotic soup willy nilly. I have always been a bit circumspect, except for that first glory hole experience.

It was a month later that I had the opportunity to feel hard cock slip into my love channel. I had met Darrin at one of my infrequent trips to the Shamrock. We had known each other for several months. At first our association was strictly Platonic. Then one night I stopped by my favorite steak house for dinner, Darrin was there. One thing led to another and we ended up in his bed. You couldn't find a more accomplished bed companion that Darrin. We 69'ed and fucked each other `til well after 1:00 in the morning. I drug myself home, exhausted and sexually sated.

About a month later, I met Darrin at a coffee shop. He looked strained and came over to where I was sitting.

"Rick, I've got something to tell you," Darrin said, seriously.

"What?"

"I've just gotten the results from a blood test . . . and I tested . . . positive."

"Positive?"

"Rick, I'm HIV positive."

"Are you sure?" I gasped.

"Yes . . . been tested twice . . . both positive."

I was stunned, poleaxed.

Closing my eyes out of disbelief, I whispered, "Oh, my gawd."

The implications of Darrin's admission were horrendous. Twice in the past two months we had been together and both times we fucked each other. I couldn't believe it. I started to tremble.

That afternoon I went to Dr. Erickson, my usual physician to get a blood test.

I had gotten one three months ago and he wondered why I was getting one so soon. I explained to him the situation.

"When will people learn that if you're not monogamous, safe sex is imperative?"

Until the next afternoon I existed in a dumb daze.

Sitting is his waiting room I was trembling, yet I tried to steel myself for the inevitable result that he would voice. My name was called, I walked in and sat down.

Dr. Erickson looked up from the results and stated seriously, "Well you tested negative. But, we should rerun the test in a month to be sure."

"Are you sure? I mean, are you sure about the test?"

"Yes. But Rick, this should be a warning! Make sure you protect yourself! It's so important."

The next month the test was rerun and the same negative results appeared.

"Rick, are you sure that your contact was truly positive?"

"Yeah. He's already on medication."

"Mmmm! Can you come back in a week, I'm sending your sample to a friend of mine, a hematologist for his opinion."

"Sure," I said.

The next week I sat in Dr. Erickson's office along with another physician, his hematologist friend, Dr. Borson.

"Rick, do you mind if I ask you some questions?" Dr. Borson asked.

"Not at all."

"Do you have sex . . . anal sex frequently?"

"No, Not frequently. Actually four times in the past year."

"Have you always had unprotected sex?"

"Yes."

"What is your ancestry?

"English. Both my mother's and father's parents came from England."

"Do you know which part of England?"

"Mmmm, somewhere in central England I don't remember which part. Why?"

"Well," he said, "You have a rare blood condition. A genetic condition. It's called CCR5-delta 32."

"CCR5-delta 32?"

"Yes. It's a genetic condition characterized by a lack of a specific receptor, or protein in the covering of the blood cell which inhibits certain viruses from entering and infecting them. Apparently, the HIV virus is one of them. If you have come in contact with someone who is HIV positive, you are a very lucky young man, because your condition has blocked any infection. We don't know much about it, but I would suggest that any casual sexual contact in the future be limited and of the `safe sex' variety."

As I left the doctor's office, I was relieved of course, but also confused as well.