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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks again to everyone who has written about the story. A special thanks to Evan, Ian, and Justin for their encouragement. Many of you have wondered if Matt was coming back. Your patience has paid off. He's back in this chapter. Enjoy!
WHEN LOVE COMES - PART 7
Classes started in the third week of August. Since I was teaching the same two courses as the previous fall, I didn't have to spend quite as much time preparing for class so I had a lot more free time than before.
Kevin came out to the house three more times that fall. Twice he returned after taking Kathy and the kids home for the evening and the other time he came out in the middle of the week. We'd spend our time kissing and sucking. Kevin learned the technique of cocksucking quickly, and he seemed to enjoy it. However, when I told him I thought he had a real future as a cocksucker, he told me that although he really enjoyed sex with me, he couldn't see sucking any other guy's dick and he still preferred to put his mouth on a warm, wet pussy.
As her pregnancy progressed, Kathy felt better and better. Apparently her interest in sex increased as well so Kevin stopped coming over for sex.
I had been worried about what would happen with our friendship after Kevin and I went to bed. I shouldn't have worried. We continued to get together almost weekly for dinners and conversation. After the kids were in bed, Kevin and I usually got in the hot tub while Kathy sat on the edge and dangled her feet in the water. Her pregnancy was more and more pronounced as the fall continued. Kevin and I were very free in touching one another even with Kathy around. He regularly gave me a hug or a kiss as did she. All in all it was a very comfortable relationship.
They began teasing me about needing a lover and threatened to try to fix me up. One of our favorite games while sitting in the tub was to speculate about the dating possibilities (for me) with other male faculty members. Some of the images created in those conversations were so hilarious that we all ended up laughing so hard the tears ran down our cheeks.
Kevin and Kathy did set me up with a visiting faculty member from one of the universities in Quebec. We ended up going out on a couple of dates, but nothing clicked between us so I didn't call him again after the second date.
The football team won the conference championship that year. Matt's name and picture were in almost every issue of the local and campus papers. He was even listed as one of the "hot pro prospects" by a national sports magazine.
I only talked to him once that semester. He came in to my office and sat down in the chair beside my desk. We chatted briefly about school and the football team, and he told me that he had really enjoyed the experience helping with football camp over the summer and that he was changing his concentration to get a teaching certificate.
"It'll be good insurance in case I don't make the pros," he said.
I saw him on campus a couple of other times. Once with the blond cheerleader and the other time he was walking with another guy from the football team. At least I assumed the kid was on the football team because he was huge. He must have been six four or five and 230 hundred pounds of solid muscle. I'm not normally attracted to really beefy guys, but this kid was a real knock out. He had dark mahogany colored skin and perfect white teeth. He would definitely cause a feeding frenzy if he ever walked into a gay bar.
The entire semester seemed to flash by. Over the Christmas break, I visited my parents for ten days and then returned home to get ready for another new class. When I got the class roll, I noticed that Matt's name was on the list. I looked forward to having him in class again, but it really wasn't a very good experience. His "jock" attitude was even more evident than before. He often skipped the class and lab, and he just didn't put forth much effort on the exams and quizzes. He was barely made a passing grade at the end of the course, but he did well enough on the final exam that I had to give him a "C" as the final grade.
The best thing that happened that semester was that Kathy Williams delivered a healthy nine pound baby boy in late February. They named him Gary Kevin Williams. I was the boy's godfather. Being an only child, my only experience with children and babies was with my cousins. Granted, there were a lot of cousins, but with Kevin and Kathy and their three kids, I felt like and was treated like an uncle.
That May right after exams were over, I had my twenty-ninth birthday. Kevin and Kathy and some other friends brought the party out to the house. After recovering from the party (which took a couple of days), I settled in to my summer routine. Jog in the morning, shower and shave, eat breakfast, work in the yard or around the house or spend most of the day working on articles for school. In the late afternoon, I'd either go into town and work out with weights at the health club or stay at home and take another jog. After either jogging or working out, I'd come back to the house, take another shower, eat dinner and then watch some TV, read, or soak in the tub. I also followed my previous summer time pattern of wearing clothes only when necessary like when I was in town or out on the road jogging. The rest of the time I was normally naked as a jay bird.
I decided that I could save money in the long run if I enclosed the breeze way between the garage and the house and put a set of weights and a bench out there instead of spending money at the health club. So my main summer project was learning how to frame and finish that small addition to the house.
Around the first of July I started noticing a car parked on the main road about one hundred yards or so from my driveway when I jogged in the evening or went into town to work at the health club. The car wasn't there all the time, but it was a distinctive red Lumina Euro Sport coupe, so it was hard to miss when it was there.
On a Friday evening about two weeks after I first noticed the car parked on the road near my house, I was in town. Kevin and Kathy were gone on vacation, so I'd come in late to work out at the health club, and then decided to pick up a couple of videos for the weekend. I was standing in line with my selection when Matt and his big, black friend walked in the video store. Our eyes met and we nodded in greeting.
"What are you doing this summer, Matt?"
He shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Working at the football camp again with the kids."
"No classes or anything?"
"Naw, just the camp and working in the weight room. I'm just trying to get big like you, Doc," he replied with that familiar crooked smile.
"I'm not your competition, Matt. You need to use him as your model," and I indicated the big black giant standing next to him.
"I'll never get as big as him," and both of them laughed. The other fellow's perfect white teeth were stark contrast to his dark skin.
"Dr. Griffith, this is my roommate, Jamal Phillips. Jamal's on the team with me."
"I kind of guessed that," I said as I extended my hand which was quickly engulfed by Jamal's large hand. His grip was firm, but not too strong.
Like many really big men, he seemed very conscious of his strength and held it in check. As I said before, I'm not normally interested in really beefy men, but Jamal was a hunk.
He smiled broadly showing brilliant white teeth as he shook my hand. "Glad to meet you Dr. Griffith. I've heard Matt talk about you a lot."
It was my turn at the checkout counter so Matt and Jamal left to get their videos.
When I walked out of the video store to get into my car, I noticed the red Lumina Euro parked in the lot. Curiosity got the better of me so I waited in my 4Runner to see who the car belonged to.
After about fifteen minutes, Matt and Jamal came out of the video store and went over to the car. Matt began to open the driver's door so I figured the car belonged to him. I put the 4Runner in gear, cruised up, and stopped by the end of the Lumina.
I put down the window and called out, "Matt, do you jog out on the Old East Road? I think I've seen this car out there."
Jamal smiled and Matt blushed.
"Yeah, Jamal and I go out that way to run sometimes." He cast his eyes down to the pavement with his answer.
"Well, don't park out on the road," I told him. "Come on in my driveway. It's a safer place to park the car, and I might even run with you."
"Ah..okay. Thanks," he stammered a reply.
I could see Jamal in the passenger's seat of the car trying hard to control his laughter. I didn't know what was going on, but clearly Matt had been embarrassed by my finding out that he'd been parking his car near my house. I waved to the both of them and drove off.
About four thirty the next afternoon, I had just finished some yard work and had pulled on a pair of jogging shorts when I heard a car pull into the driveway. It was Matt and Jamal. They pulled in, got out of the car, and asked if I'd been serious about wanting to run with them.
Of course I said yes. They were all ready dressed for running so we stretched out and then started out on the jog. All of us were bare chested so while we jogged I got the chance to check out both Matt and Jamal.
Matt's frame had matured in the two and a half years since I'd last seen him without a shirt. His pecs were more rounded, his arms seemed larger, and his abdomen had graduated from a six pack to an eight pack. His chest had been nearly hairless before, but now I could see a few sparse hairs around his nipples and a thin line of hair beginning at his belly button and disappearing beneath the elastic waist band of his nylon shorts.
Jamal's physique was truly magnificent! I figured he was about six foot five with massive shoulders and chest. As he ran, he developed a film of sweat that made the sunlight appear to dance off his ebony skin and showed each muscle in motion. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. His broad back and chest tapered to a surprisingly narrow waist and hips with that high butt found on so many black guys. His thighs were heavily muscled, and every muscle in his calves was visible. It looked like his abs were strong enough to stop a bullet, and except for some sparse hair on his forearms and calves and a thicker patch of tight, black hair under each arm, he had no body hair. His facial features were bold. Broad forehead, wide nose, full lips. This was a real sexy looking man!
We sort of talked as we ran. I found out that Jamal was a tight end on the football team and one of the leading receivers in the league. He and Matt had known each other since high school, and they had been roommates here since their freshman year.
I also found out that Matt would be in my senior seminar class in the fall. This was going to be his last year at the university, and he would be doing his student teaching in the spring semester. He thought his prospects for being drafted by a pro team were excellent.
I couldn't decide if I was glad that Matt would be in my class again or not. He certainly hadn't done well in the last class, and his attitude toward the class and me had been indifferent at best. I figured that I'd have to find a time to have a real heart to heart talk with him before the start of the semester.
We finished our jog and stretched out back at the house. All three of us were dripping with sweat. Now that were wet with sweat, the thin nylon of Matt's and Jamal's running shorts didn't do very much to hide their equipment.
Matt's looked as impressive as it had the last time I'd seen him naked back in my apartment. Jamal's was awesome! It looked like it must be about eight or nine inches soft. It lay over to the right side of his thin shorts. His ball sac hung down below his dick and further stretched the fabric of the running shorts. I starred. I just couldn't help it.
I offered both guys some ice water. They accepted, and we sat on the deck drinking it. Sitting in the deck chairs further stretched their running shorts making the outline of their cocks and balls even easier to see. I knew from the stirring in my groin that I must be showing a pretty good basket also. I thought I caught Jamal checking me out a couple of times.
After finishing the water and cooling down a little, the guys got ready to leave. They asked if they could come back around the same time the next day which would be a Sunday. Of course I said that was fine and repeated my offer to let them come over any time. Jamal informed me that there was another session of football camp starting on Monday, so they would be tied up for the next two weeks and then would move right into regular football practice.
I knew it was going to be trouble, but I said, "Why don't you stay here after our jog tomorrow. I'll cook some dinner, and you can just relax for a while. That is unless you two have other plans."
Matt seemed to hesitate, but Jamal jumped right in and accepted for both of them. "Matt's told me you're a good cook. I'll look forward to it."
We shook hands, and they got in Matt's car and left.
The next day was a scorcher! Sunny, hot and humid. I went into town in the morning to get food for Jamal and Matt. I decided on hamburgers. I didn't know how much Jamal would eat, but it looked like he could eat a lot. Whatever I didn't cook that night could be frozen and used later. I also found some fresh corn on the cob and tomatoes. I bought a dozen ears of the corn thinking that should take care of the three of us. Just for good measure I bought a twelve pack of beer.
That afternoon, I completed enclosing the breeze way. The weights and bench I'd ordered were due to arrive early the next week, so I managed to get the space ready just in time.
I was just putting the tools away when Matt and Jamal drove up. They emerged from the car and Jamal pulled a twelve pack of beer from behind the back seat.
He handed me the beer and said, "We thought this would help the relaxation."
I laughed, thanked him, and put the beer in the refrigerator. It was hard fitting all those bottles in with the other food and beer. Oh, well, I thought, I won't have to buy any beer for a while.
Back outside both Jamal and Matt were stretching in preparation for our run. Both had already removed their shirts so now they were clad only in shoes and running shorts. Both of them had on about the skimpiest pair of shorts I'd ever seen. The legs were cut up the side to the elastic waist band. When they moved I caught a flash of flesh that was completely uncovered by any inner liner. Both of them must have pouch liners. I knew it was going to be hard to keep my eyes on the road while I was running instead of ogling at their bodies.
We had a good run. I did manage to watch the road enough that I didn't trip and injure myself, but I also caught lots of glimpses of Matt's and Jamal's nylon-covered cocks swinging from side to side in their thin shorts while we jogged. That kind of scenery would make even the biggest couch potato want to get up and run all day.
When we got back from the run, we stretched out and then sat on the deck chairs to cool off like we had the day before. Matt went into the house to fetch all of us some beer.
He came back out, handed Jamal and I each a beer, and laughed, "Doc, if we'd known you'd already bought some beer, we would have brought something else. Do you think we can get through all that?" referring to the two twelve packs that were now cooling in the fridge.
"Well, if you get too far into the beer, you'll have to stay here tonight. I don't want you two picking up a D.W.I."
"Neither, do we," agreed Jamal. "I already got me one of those. That's why Matt does the driving. I get my license back in another five months months."
"Yeah, and I'll be glad of it," laughed Matt as he flicked some beer foam at Jamal. "I'm tired of hauling your big black ass everywhere. You've worn out the springs in the passenger seat."
"Springs weren't much to begin with," replied Jamal flicking some foam back at Matt.
"Hey, guys, the beer's supposed to go in you not on you."
They both turned to me, looked at each other, nodded, and said in unison, "Oh yeah?" With that they both tossed some of their beer in my direction.
Of course that started a contest to see who could get the most beer on the other person. It ended when all of us we soaked and there was no beer left in any of the cans. When we stopped laughing, I said it was time to take showers and I'd start the grill for the burgers.
Jamal used the shower first while Matt helped me get the charcoal ready in the grill. He went in to take his shower when Jamal came back outside to the deck. Jamal had put on a pair of cotton gym shorts and a muscle shirt.
He was barefoot. The cotton fabric of the shirt accentuated every muscle of his torso. The shorts didn't hide very much either. I was sure that he wasn't wearing underwear or a jock because I could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. In fact, I could see so plainly that I was pretty sure he wasn't circumcised.
Jamal and I drank another beer and talked while Matt showered. I tried to keep my eyes on his face instead of his crotch, but I know I wasn't completely successful.
When Matt came out to the deck after his shower, it looked like he and Jamal had coordinated their outfits. He too was barefoot with just a pair of thin cotton shorts and one of those sleeveless muscle shirt that open completely down the sides and scoop low from the neck in both front and back.
When I emerged from my shower I decided that three could play at the clothes game, so I selected my most revealing pair of jogging shorts and a mesh muscle shirt.
We each had another beer while I cooked the burgers. I put Matt in charge of boiling the corn. Jamal got the plates, silverware, and condiments ready. We settled into some serious eating at the picnic table. Matt and I both ate two hamburgers and three ears of corn. Jamal put away three burgers and six ears of corn, and even then, I'm not sure he was really full.
After cleaning up the table and dishes, we settled back on the deck chairs for more light hearted talk with another fresh brew. By this time it was beginning to get dark.
It was Jamal who really broke the ice. He nodded his head toward the covered hot tub and asked, "Do you ever use that?"
"Almost every evening," I replied. "Want to get in?"
"Love to," was his quick reply.
We both stood up and moved over to the tub. Jamal helped me get the cover off the tub. "I'll bring out some towels," I said.
I started to turn toward the house but stopped short because Jamal began stripping off the few clothes he had on. In one fluid motion, the shirt was pulled over his head and the cotton shorts pulled down. He stepped out of the shorts and stood there naked and black on the deck. I had guessed right. He wasn't circumcised, and his prick was enormous! He began to climb into the tub, and I tore my eyes away from his body and went to get the towels.
When I returned to the deck with the towels, Matt was in the tub with Jamal. I quickly stripped off my own clothes and joined them in the tub.
"Hey, Doc, nice suntan," Matt said as I settled myself into the water. He was referring to my lack of the normal tan line since I spent so much time naked while working in the yard.
"No call to wear many clothes around the house," was my reply.
"Well, the only one here with a better all around tan is Jamal," Matt laughed as he raised up in the water to display his own prominent tan line at his waist. He raised up just enough to display the top of his public bush as well as his tan line.
"You're just jealous," laughed Jamal as he playfully splashed a little water toward Matt.
We splashed around, talked, and drank beer until nearly midnight. Of course we didn't spend all that time in the tub. When any of us got over heated in the water, we'd pull up and sit on the edge of the tub until we were cool enough to get back down in the water. Naturally, any time Matt or Jamal were seated on the edge of the tub, I got a full frontal view of their crotches. I wished I kept the water temperature a little higher in the tub so they would have to sit on the side more often.
With all that beer being consumed, we also had to pee regularly to get rid of it. Usually one of us would comment that we had to pee and start getting out of the tub. That would trigger the pee response in the other two, so we'd end up standing side by side on the deck peeing out into the grass. Of course that gave me another opportunity to check out both Matt and Jamal. It seemed like we all had to pee a lot that night, and I got the impression that I wasn't the only one sneaking glances at the exposed cocks!
When we finally got out of the tub, I suggested that they stay at the house that night. Neither Matt nor Jamal protested so I took my bed, Matt had the couch in the living room, and Jamal used the bed upstairs.
Boy, I really didn't feel very good when I woke up in the morning!
The combination of too much hot tub and too much beer results in a really big head!
I slipped on a pair of running shorts and went into the bathroom to relieve myself of the remains of the beer. After peeing, I went straight to the kitchen, drank a large glass of water and made some coffee. When the coffee was ready, I took a mug of it out on the deck to enjoy the early morning.
I was on my second mug of coffee when Matt came out on to the deck. He had a mug of coffee in his hand but he was still naked. His morning erection was softening but still evident. He sat down in one of the other chairs on the deck and we started talking.
It may have been my slight hangover, but it seemed like the Matt from yesterday had disappeared and the "jock" Matt had returned. Something about his attitude got all over me, and I really laid into him.
"Matt, you're going to be in senior seminar with me this fall. We need to get some things out in the open before class starts."
He looked at me with surprise and I continued. "It seems to me there are two Matts. The warm, friendly Matt that I met when you came here as a freshman and the 'football star future all pro' Matt that started showing up in my classes after that. The first Matt seemed to be back yesterday and the day before, and I really enjoyed his company. It was a lot of fun, but the other Matt walked out on the deck this morning."
His eyes got round at first but then began to narrow, and I knew I was really pissing him off. I didn't care.
"I can tell you that the friendly, genuine Matt is a lot more pleasant to have as a friend and to have as a student in class. People like the first Matt because he's a real person. The other Matt is just a pain in the ass that people put up with because he's some big star athlete, or thinks he is, but people really don't like him very much.
"I know you have some real family problems, and I hope you've been able to get some help with those issues. However, it seems to me that you have to decide which of the two Matts is the real one. That's your choice, but I'll tell you that I really like the first Matt. That person is welcome back here any time as a friend. I don't like the second Matt very much, but if that's who you decide to be, then I'll treat you just like any other student in my class, but I sure as hell don't want to be friends with you."
With that I went back into the house, grabbed my running shoes and headed out the door. Jamal was coming down the stairs as I passed through the dining room on my way out. I said good morning, mumbled something about him dealing with Matt's multiple personalities, and left the house to do my morning run.
When I got back from the run, both Matt and Jamal were gone.
(To be continued)